Which gets me to one of the most important points, and one thats central to getting Bray Wyatt properly over with the crowd. He needs to be hard as nails and terrifying in the ring, as well as on the mic. It's getting to the point that Bray Wyatt can't convincingly beat anyone without a giant backwoods psychopath at his back. Remember the Royal Rumble last year, when he was so ferocious that you almost forgot that he had back-up at all? No, me neither. Bray needs to beat some guys on his own for a change, and convincingly. It's okay for the heel leader of a stable to needs his henchmen under normal circumstances... but this is a large, unhinged man with a fast, brawling style, who styles himself the Eater Of Worlds. That guy doesnt get to play Ric Flair in the Horsemen, cruel but cowardly. The more they just book Wyatt to be the leader of a heel faction, the more the audience sees him as just the leader of a heel faction, which makes all his bloody promises of armageddon just pompous pontification. Why would anyone be scared of a man like that? At TLC he was relegated to an also-ran in his own victory. At Survivor Series, he was just another guy fed to the Undertaker. Hey, it was his 25th anniversary celebration, so fair enough to the Dead Man, but come the big night itself that could have been anyone in there with him. Right now, hes playing second fiddle to Braun Strowman in the Family - its Strowman whos rumoured to be facing Undertaker at WrestleMania, Strowman whos booked to look invincible at every turn. In the meantime, Bray gets thrown around the ring like a jobber. That cant carry on. He needs to look strong and capable soon, and consistently: no more building him up for a hot feud only to forget about it immediately after. It was bad enough that the Wyatts were jobbed out so harshly to the Undertaker and Kane last year: being entered into a competitive feud with the bloody Dudley Boyz and the bloated corpse of Tommy Dreamer straight afterwards was just sad.
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