12 Reasons WWE’s Ruthless Aggression Documentary Is An Absolute Mess
7. HHHarder Yards
Resembling the 2001 clip of William Regal planting a smacker on Vince McMahon's a*secheek, John Bradshaw Layfield was in vapid shill mode for most of this particular feature, and why not? Few benefited more from an era so bereft of talent that the bar was forever lowered than pub-brawler turned cod-Ted Dibiase JBL.
Amongst the dry babble was a note about how much pressure fell on the broad shoulders of The Undertaker and Triple H to carry the company in the absence of departing top stars Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock.
It's weird; there was half an insight in here about what it means to really be the top guy when the industry isn't making money hand over fist, but it was lost to saccharine sucking up. Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart weren't celebrated for labouring through the fiscally barren 1990s - they were vilified as internal introspection was done in an effort to find what Stone Cold Steve Austin eventually forced people to look for.