Charlotte’s Flair For The Gold - How WWE Ruined Their Own Revolution

Booking a top worker to win a top match and challenge for a division's top title (the NXT Women's Championship has even more prestige than it did when she first left) is the sort of creative designed to satisfy hardcores and casuals alike. But the disdain simply grew louder. She worked absolutely everywhere you looked. Louder still. She won that top title. Loudest yet. She lost the title but didn't get pinned. Ear-piercing. She beat every f*cker in the division that matters and was all over the show again just a day later. Fury drowned out cheers, boos and the ability to even analyse her matches her angles because the company intervention is so transparent.

Charlotte Flair's mint, you charlatans. If you even need reminding, rewatch her matches with Asuka at WrestleMania 34 or on SmackDown before WrestleMania 35. Ask yourself who has given the other three Horsewomen their best main roster singles matches and when you've answered the question search her name on the Network to find them. The banger with Ronda Rousey at Survivor Series 2018. A quality battle with Io Shirai robbed of a finish on NXT. The WrestleMania 36 match with Rhea Ripley that'll age well. The triple threat just a few days ago that still failed to silence her detractors. The list goes on, and to be honest you're on the right website for that type of content anyway. There's every chance such a thing already exists and equal possibility it's in need of an update. In all that time that everybody's been so sick of her, she's been one of the only ones making the most of her consistent positioning with a stream of superlative scraps.

The company she works for makes fundamental booking mistakes on a show-by-show basis because the machine no longer functions as a pro wrestling organisation, but certain pro wrestlers are made to wear that rather than the hacks mindlessly puppeteering their career trajectories. It's her turn, sadly.

Yes, Raw was a preservation job the likes of which we've not seen since Triple H wouldn't let go of that f*cking World Title between 2002 and 2005. But in the pointed words of Hunter's most infamous victim - don't hate the player, hate the game.