It’s Official: A New Era Has Begun In WWE

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We are all Tommy Wiseau. We are all expected to forget. We were expected to forget that Carmella was the ultimate beneficiary of Asuka’s undefeated streak, for, half a year later, she is a comedic babyface now. We were expected to forget that faction that debuted earlier this year (SAnitY, or something?). We were expected to forget that Nia Jax turned heel, for a few weeks, after her programme with Ronda Rousey concluded. WWE in 2018 has riddled, with gaping bullet holes, Asuka, Kevin Owens, Bobby Lashley, Finn Bálor, the returning Daniel Bryan, the integrity of RAW’s entire tag team division, The Revival…

WWE’s best programme of 2018, Charlotte Flair Vs. Becky Lynch, was an accidental success. The company cannot do anything effective on purpose. WWE is so vindictive, and yet so inept, that if it were a peripheral political figure, it would be Jacob Wohl. It’s astonishing.

In another so-bad-it’s-good classic, Troll 2, a damned young man, confronted by the evil antagonists that aren’t actually trolls, delivers the following classic of a line: “They’re eating her…and then they’re going to eat me…Oh my Gooooooood!” There’s no use shouting “They’re burying Andrade Almas…then they’re going to bury Matt Riddle…Oh my Gooooooood!”

The only thing left to, when faced with such a disgrace to form, is laugh. WWE is So-Bad-It’s-Good. React to it as you would the impressive awfulness of an entity that isn’t meant to be doing what it is they are doing. WWE presents a product totally ill-suited to its audience.

WWE, in 2018, is Troll 3.

Belatedly, finally, WWE has become impressively awful. How else can you receive the sight of a bald-headed Sexy Boy accidentally removing the wig and mask of a 51 year-old mayoral demon, other than with a fit of convulsive laughter?

Last week, we wrote that Fox may yet redefine and improve WWE creative under its regulative vision. Unless Fox actually books the show, we are completely f*cked—unless you are blessed with a dark sense of humour, because, if so, WWE just became the best worst wrestling promotion of all time.

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Michael Sidgwick is an editor, writer and podcaster for WhatCulture Wrestling. With over seven years of experience in wrestling analysis, Michael was published in the influential institution that was Power Slam magazine, and specialises in providing insights into All Elite Wrestling - so much so that he wrote a book about the subject. You can order Becoming All Elite: The Rise Of AEW on Amazon. Possessing a deep knowledge also of WWE, WCW, ECW and New Japan Pro Wrestling, Michael’s work has been publicly praised by former AEW World Champions Kenny Omega and MJF, and current Undisputed WWE Champion Cody Rhodes. When he isn’t putting your finger on why things are the way they are in the endlessly fascinating world of professional wrestling, Michael wraps his own around a hand grinder to explore the world of specialty coffee. Follow Michael on X (formerly known as Twitter) @MSidgwick for more!