10 Things Everybody Gets Wrong About WWE

WWE in 2019 operates under something close to the infinite monkey theorem.

There is so much quality within the roster, and the roster is so deep, that, at times, they can duck underneath the faeces flung from the monkeys that make up the room - monkeys with experience in soap operas! - and enter a programme free from the stench of sh*t. The sh*t might smear Becky Lynch, but she has a way of making it not stink, by delivering it in a very confident and characterful manner. Daniel Bryan avoids the faeces by just having the carefree balls to freestyle his own stuff.

Hey! One of the monkeys wrote something good!

Actually, hold on. It is sh*t, after all.

But Samoa Joe is making it smell distinctly less like sh*t because he is so talented and so menacing. The video packages are veritable Shinola extractors, and have been for years. They keep us coming back.

There are always other hooks, too: the mad old man promising to cede a little power, shiny new sets, the fact that Daniel Bryan still wrestles there. The various disasters are very funny. Every pay-per-view yields at least one banger. If things felt less hopeless and chaotic in 2004, they've still been far worse. It's impossible to present a truly, unanimously awful product with a roster so talented.

Those rewarded the least rescue WWE, time and time again.