10 Things You Learn From Boycotting WWE For One Year

10. They (Finally) Got Roman Reigns Over

This one blew my mind. I sat down to watch my DVR of Raw and immediately learned that not only did we have a new champion, but the company had finally pulled the trigger on the most transparent McMahon pet project since John Cena. Reigns had finally conquered the mountain top and he had a lovely new belt (that we can€™t call a belt) to hang on his shoulder. The recap of the preceding events was suitably epic and well edited and they made it almost convincing that people were happy Reigns was champion. But I remembered the fallout after the Rumble where even the Rock couldn€™t satisfy a violently angry crowd. In fact that Rumble was one of the reasons I gave up on WWE. So I braced myself for the inevitable booing and jeering that would accompany Mr Looney Toons himself as he awkwardly stumbled through his requisitely scripted promo. I mean, he was still hated right? Boy, was I wrong. The crowd genuinely seemed hot for him, even though as far as I could tell he was still a painfully wooden speaker that looked less like a badass, and more like a cover model from a Mills and Boone novel - all complete with the worst finishing move since the People€™s Elbow to boot. As much as I couldn€™t fathom how WWE had managed to actually turn this guy into a babyface champion that people inexplicably wanted, it really did make a nice change to see the crowd embrace the champ. The only guy that WWE could get a crowd pop with at this time last year was Lesnar, and every time he appeared it was electric because of the reaction. A little bit of that electricity felt present with Reigns, and even though I don€™t understand it, it was wonderful to hear and see.