What WWE Really Thinks Is To Blame For Poor Ratings
There is a direct parallel between WWE’s fading customer base and this rancid acceleration of exposition. Gorilla Monsoon and Jim Ross didn’t recount the biography of every performer in every match they ever wrestled, because you were once trusted to remember who they actually f*cking were. And there were so many of you watching because of course you wanted to bask in Vince’s vast genius. You still do, you’ve just forgotten how.
Let us remind you, over and over and over again.
Vince betrays the first tenet of fiction to an extent that doesn’t so much border on parody as it makes X-Pac’s blackface look like a sensitive depiction of race relations.
Writers show. They don’t tell. Writers immerse the audience into a world from which they wish to escape the mundane. They want to explore the possibilities within— without a demented, cruel man holding and crushing your hand through it.
By ritually breaking the first rule any writer is taught, Vince McMahon has officially lost the ability to craft stories. It all feels like a death bed plea, but WWE isn’t dying. You are.
You’re too stupid to breathe on your own, godd*mnit!