What the f**k was this?
Last night was weird. It was a cross between the wonderful (lots of wrestling, LOTS) and the odd (what the hell is a Curtis Axel?) but it was honestly more good than bad. That was until Mr. COO haitch'd his way down to the ring to do what he does best; invalidate the growth of another professional wrestler below his station by putting on his WWE letterman's jacket and giving Michael McGillicutty a proverbial swirly.
It wouldn't have been so bad if the emasculation of Paul Heyman's newest protégé would have ended with Axel dropping Triple H like he were Biff Tannen in the parking lot, but we can't let that happen because Triple H is a guy that needed 30 distractions and a sledge hammer blow to lose to Brock Lesnar, who is arguably the most intimidating and enforcing presence in wrestling history. Was there honestly anyone out there that thought this was going to end any other way?
This is the unfortunate truth we have to deal with; Triple H—the COO of World Wrestling Entertainment—is still primarily concerned about the legacy of Triple H. He (or more accurately his wife) is already retroactively making himself the most important part of the Attitude Era, which is hilariously inaccurate. He's revising history to placate his ego, and making it all about himself in the present even though his time has passed twice over. Why are we still indulging this bullshit?
The answer is because it’s wrestling, and we’re all f**king idiots.
So now we have an injured Triple H storyline to look forward too. Curtis the Axeman will hang his hat as the guy who put down Triple H even though its shenanigans and Triple H will make a triumphant return at SummerSlam to regain his honor. Expect lots of thrones and crown metaphors, and tons and tons of Latin.
That’s what you have to look forward to WWE fans, whether you like it or not.
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