6 Most Insane Things Happening In Wrestling Right Now (Nov 24)
The most Triple H week to have ever Triple H'd.
Triple H is the most divisive figure in the entirety of modern wrestling.
This is the guy who either worked with the guy who made the money, or the guy whose legendary 2000 run bolstered what would have been the company's most profitable year ever, had it not been for that pesky XFL business. This is the guy who is either in the all-time great conversation, or whose CV is littered with some much boring trash that, if anything, he is the most overrated 'legend' in pro wrestling history. This is the guy who either loves making a right tw*t out of everybody underneath him, or securing the very future of his inherited company through the awesomeness that is NXT.
This is the guy who is either deeply insecure, or incredibly self-assured. The guy who is clearly a mark for the NWA, or who inhabits the trademark WWE toxicity as much as the guy who built the company as it exists today. The guy for whom the spotlight sustains him via photosynthesis, or the guy who, miraculously, has yet to wrestle in an NXT ring.
Triple H went full Triple H this weekend.
Full Triple H...
6. The Awesome Return Of WarGames
The Elimination Chamber acted as the great compromise between Triple H's Jim Crockett Promotions obsession and Vince McMahon's pure hatred of JCP and the Survivor Series concept.
A great compromise though it was, it was a compromise all the same - something about the grand legacy of WarGames, with its brutality, double-ring spectacle and deserved five star critical acclaim, remained untapped. Until Saturday night, on which the double-cage descended on Houston in spectacular fashion. We didn't get a diluted WarGames; we got a perfect update on it. Even the fates conspired to give us hardway blood; the huge pool of red that spilled from the head of Alexander Wolfe coalesced on a broken table to form a potent visual metaphor for the madness. All nine men left a part of themselves in those two rings - with the exception of Adam Cole, whose slimeball strategy added a cerebral slant to the sick spotfest.
It's hard to fathom just how perfectly this was pitched; new stars emerged, existing talents exited cloaked with a new aura of badassery, and struggling performers got themselves over. Cracking stuff, this was - as insane in execution as WarGames in a WWE ring was in theory.
We'd ordinarily thank Triple H, but...