If WWE Was Being Honest About Bray Wyatt’s Firefly Fun House
This new approach is notable for its discipline, something for which Wyatt should also be commended. He is in tremendous, career-best shape; much like his simmering line readings just concealed the monster within, his sweater obscured the imposing, ripped mass within. Everything threatens to spill over, and it must spill over into a dominant main event run.
This is it: Bray Wyatt is terrifying again, in both physique and presence. If WWE was being honest, they would acknowledge that this genius creation is something of which they are barely capable in 2019. This sort of incredible reinvention isn’t going to happen again, and if it somehow does, after more 50/50 booking and spooky bullsh*t, the fandom won’t be as receptive to a retread. This isn’t ‘Fool me once’; Wyatt’s fans were punished, brutally, for ever believing in the act over a span of five remarkably laughable years.
Maybe it will all go wrong. Maybe, by borrowing inspiration from Adult Swim’s informercials, as opposed to every horror film ever, Wyatt is simply a cannier plagiarist now. Everything about the Firefly Fun House is as precarious as Wyatt’s external shell. This could all reveal itself to be another ripoff. Is this Gothika, Shutter Island?
Or has WWE finally situated a credible supernatural character in a unique and workable context for the 21st century, one divorced entirely from its sham-Undertaker false dawn?
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