The Disturbing Truth Behind Paul Heyman’s WWE RAW
Paul Heyman has drastically improved the flow of Monday Night RAW. It’s a far more watchable show under his pen; his approach to the opening segment grabs the attention, he has proven himself capable of maintaining that attention throughout the impossible three-hour terrain, and attempts have been made to commit, fully, to various characters. Seth Rollins cleanly defeated Brock Lesnar, Baron Corbin won a triumphant, meticulously-booked King Of The Ring tournament, and the various production glitches heralding the Fiend have effectively conveyed his terrifying presence.
It’s an altogether less asinine and more focused show. The content, however…
But WWE, ultimately, is an increasingly antiquated and unpopular soap opera. It still is, under Heyman’s vision—it’s just a lot sleazier. He isn’t the messiah; he’s a very naughty boy who doesn’t deserve a spanking. He deserves, apparently, to watch his wife, who is callous enough to do this in public, take several inches of meat.
It’s the weirdest, damnedest thing. Other than Heyman, who is this for? This niche self-indulgence isn’t too dissimilar to Vince McMahon’s toilet humour.
The disturbing truth behind Paul Heyman’s RAW is that he has somehow conspired to emasculate the roster more than Stephanie McMahon ever did, and normalise the roster almost as much as Vince McMahon had.
Meet the old boss…