Why Vince McMahon Has Lost Total Faith In Triple H
The early call-ups failed dismally, floundering under Vince's impulses.
Emma was brought up not as the architect of the Women's Revolution but to do her funny dance because, pal, she just loves to have fun. Eva Marie was promoted literally years before she was ready because they didn't think a woman of her quality was in World Wrestling Entertainment to do something quite so pointless as wrestle. Mojo Rawley was Very Vince McMahon - a big, daft, energetic unit - and Carmella was Blonde. So too was Alexa Bliss. American Alpha did shockingly little, and that they still reigned as SmackDown Tag Team Champions for a brief while is indicative of how so little meant anything. The celebrations in Dallas were euphoric. It felt like you'd watched your own underdog sports team win the league. You will never remember the name of the city in which Chad Gable and Jason Jordan won main roster gold.
As the years dragged on, it all became so numbing. It was hard not to feel stupid for ever believing that Vince would embrace the vision. This defining trend mutated into developments even the most cynical of fans would not joke about as something that might happen in an even more laughably catastrophic timeline. Finn Bálor, the swagger-drenched sausage-!*$% of the walk WWE signed in 2014, entered the ring in 2017 with an almost eerie fake smile etched across his damned face. Chad Gable was repackaged as Shorty G, a diminutive fellow who decided to listen to his parents and own the name-calling, much like an eight-year old child might unsuccessfully attempt to do before getting the absolute sh*t kicked out of him regardless.
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