10 Things That Would Happen If WWE Put An End To Scripted Promos
3. Fundamental Change Happens...
Rejoice!
Scripted promos are no more, pyro is back, and, having betrayed sleep for so many years, Vince McMahon has entered a state of deep, enforced hibernation.
As his father-in-law lays slouched in gorilla, mumbling "good-sh*t-poop-make-the-Revival-wear-pink-scarves-pal", Triple H carefully rearranges the product on a fundamental level. Tearing up the script quietly, so that Vince doesn't fart himself awake, laugh, and make everybody else do it in a burst of inspiration, Trips puts himself in a 25-minute WrestleMania match - and also affords his roster elusive, sink-or-swim agency.
Who swims?
Finn Bálor swims. Finn Bálor, as Prince Devitt, was an awesome, snappy heel, and it's ironic. He is at his happiest when he isn't smiling. He is unrecognisable now, but as the first Bullet Club leader, he was a quietly menacing, witty promo, interrupting his flow to tell any vaguely dissenting "d*ckhead" voices to "shut the f*ck up", before seamlessly resuming the braggadocios posturing with which he altered the very complexion of New Japan Pro Wrestling. His role made New Japan cool.
WWE made him compare Baron Corbin's wardrobe to that of a chain restaurant waiter.
Who else?