10 Times WWE Was Totally Better Than Your Fantasy Booking
They don't sit in armchairs in gorilla.
Usually, the reverse is true.
Profoundly, distressingly true.
Your* fantasy booking of The Miz Vs. Daniel Bryan programme of 2018 was likely far better than WWE's astonishingly botched version. Perhaps you devised something similar to the (actually inspired) SummerSlam first act, only for it to culminate in a war at Hell In A Cell, at the apex of which Bryan, after pelting an all-but-defeated Miz with Yes! kicks, revved up his fist and smashed it across his face, bringing a poetic end to a two-year promise...
...instead of having Bryan catch Miz with a deeply anticlimactic roll-up in under two minutes at a glorified house show.
Maybe you also remembered the continuity baked into the Kofi Kingston Vs. Randy Orton dynamic, only, in your version, you convince Keith to f*cking move about a bit. Or perhaps you thought 'Have Randy Orton and Bray Wyatt wrestle a traditionally successful stipulation match' was a better pitch than 'Have the supernaturally powerful Wyatt character trap Orton under a refrigerator' i.e. the least scary appliance in a House of Horrors.
But, using the old 'broken clock' principle...
*'Your' isn't meant to be confrontational. Not all of you want Big E to turn heel, obviously, and I once at 16 years old pitched Tajiri to beat Steve Austin for the WWF Title, so it's not as if I don't have sh*t for brains.
10. Bray Wyatt
Your Fantasy Booking:
Restore the Wyatt Family!
Why not? The faction was never allowed to live up to its awesome potential as a Universe-imploding force. By scorching the rest of the roster to such a disturbing, all-encompassing extent, a hero could emerge from its ashes, just by braving the fight. Luke Harper and Erick Rowan were squandered completely in the aftermath, and Wyatt's (few) wins felt tainted with cheap parlour tricks in place of their awesome destruction. Stables rule as a rule of thumb, and WWE pissed one of the better ones away faster than you can say BLEH, or whatever the f*ck that sting was phonetically.
WWE's Real Booking:
WWE realised Wyatt was even more dead than his dead sister after being incinerated by Randy Orton, and removed him from television to remove the stench from him. WWE selected a better armchair booker than you or I to map his return: Bray Wyatt himself, who spent his hiatus catching the big fish. And he caught it by crafting a character with a Lynchian ability to unsettle, insofar as pro wrestling goes: the gloriously off-kilter comedy (!) enriched the Fiend, which Wyatt was clever enough to grasp needed the absurd levity to accentuate the darkness.
Creation through destruction, the Fiend works so well because he didn't restore himself: he buried himself, a corpse, in so much more entertaining a way than WWE ever did.