25 Years Of Triple H In WWE: That Damn Good For One Damn Year
The true story of the man who became the greatest wrestler of all time. For a bit.
WWE's decision to donate a week of television time to paying tribute to the quarter century career of Triple H is probably the least surprising thing they've done in a month - nay, year - full of stunning and/or shocking calls.
April has been a year in a month, in truth. The changing face of the outside world met the stone one of Vince McMahon before WrestleMania 36 as the Chairman himself sat in with Tampa authorities trying to argue the show back into existence long after it had morphed into the barbecued pig Lisa Simpson sent flying into orbit. The world was Bart to his Homer - we had accepted it was gone long before the boss was willing to admit it. He saw his stubbornness through to a bitter end - the 'Show Of Shows' was aired over two days (yay!), mostly in an empty Performance Center (boo!), earning with it the sort of mixed reaction normally saved for his top babyfaces.
WrestleMania wasn't a season finale but simply a destination WWE couldn't replicate with their television going forward. Raw and SmackDown were spent. NXT's One Final Beat was One Giant W*nk. Then Black Wednesday's mass layoff/furlough spree saw WWE dance in a type of darkness it had managed to avoid for well over a decade.
April - f*cking relentless, time has started going backwards April - needed a happy ending. Of course WWE turned to the prodigal son-in-law - they're the only ones that don't realise he hasn't provided one for 24 of the 25 years they're about to toast.
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