Well, That Was The Worst WWE Career Ever
As the world shut down, and WWE made the unpopular, unsafe, and depressing decision to proceed with WrestleMania, they found a host. They found the least appropriate host imaginable. In a time of turmoil, uncertainty, and bleakness, WWE hired a pole dancer for the wake.
That's barely an analogy; the Gronk, backed by a Jimmy Hart Version of LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem, turned the eerie confines of the empty Performance Center into a frat party.
At a time when nobody much felt like dancing, Gronkowski danced like nobody was watching in what likely doubled as a mating call before he settled down. Aggressive, dumb, and flailing, when the Gronk entered the ring, he took that literally. He tried to penetrate it. He dry-humped the ring post and did the vintage Geordie Shore slut-drop. It's weirdly fitting that the dude has "ski" on the end of his surname, because you can well imagine him and Mojo Rawley sharing brewskis after his WWE debut, and in fact saying "ski" after everything, like a pair of muscled, over-banged goons.
The wrestling world collectively physically recoiled. "Who is this man?" folks who didn't like American football must have wondered aloud.
"And why is he trying to f*ck us?"
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