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Watched Bad Blood. The Punk/McIntyre match was the only one that lit my fire going in, and it lived up to the hype. It looked like Punk and Drew decided if they were going to do this, then by God, they were going to do it all the way. Blood, tables, wrenches, and several displays of psychopathy. The crowd was viscerally and visibly uncomfortable near the end. Even their howling bloodlust had limits, apparently.
The crowd was dazed for a good while after that and didn't pick up again until Walther/Gunther came out to troll Bill Goldberg and his singularly unprepossessing son, Gage, who bless his heart, got the short end of the genetic stick and did not help himself in his choice of a curly mullet. I know you've grown up in the South, young sir, but you looked like Hopper from A Bug's Life in a wig. Sami Zayn came out to defend the Goldberg family honor. I'm glad they got to secure the PPV appearance bag, but otherwise, it was meh. Gunther is going to fold Sami like a cheap chair come Monday, and that will be that.
The rest of the card was fine, if hardly spectacular. Rhea cost herself the match by opting to go after Dominik rather than pinning Liv. Raquel Rodriguez made her return, but who cares? They did her dirty with that outfit. It made her torso look blocky and pale, and her boobs were squashed, and the color of her torso didn't match the color of her face, so it looked like someone stuck a Barbie head on a Plastic Man body. Pass. Her physique isn't that impressive anymore, and no one much cared when you were trying so hard to push her as some stacked Amazon. They don't care now, and she got almost zero reaction.
The main event was... It happened. Jimmy Uso returned, which was nice, but then they put a hat on a hat and had the Rock return, too, and do a bunch of cryptic eyeballing from the top of the ramp.
I don't care. The Rock is fifty and looks it, and any air of power and menace he might have exuded was undermined by the fact that you could see the liverspots on his bald head. None of the current studs in your stable should be losing to this guy, and certainly not Roman or Cody.
So, yeah. It was nice, but I'm not sorry I passed on attending.
The crowd was dazed for a good while after that and didn't pick up again until Walther/Gunther came out to troll Bill Goldberg and his singularly unprepossessing son, Gage, who bless his heart, got the short end of the genetic stick and did not help himself in his choice of a curly mullet. I know you've grown up in the South, young sir, but you looked like Hopper from A Bug's Life in a wig. Sami Zayn came out to defend the Goldberg family honor. I'm glad they got to secure the PPV appearance bag, but otherwise, it was meh. Gunther is going to fold Sami like a cheap chair come Monday, and that will be that.
The rest of the card was fine, if hardly spectacular. Rhea cost herself the match by opting to go after Dominik rather than pinning Liv. Raquel Rodriguez made her return, but who cares? They did her dirty with that outfit. It made her torso look blocky and pale, and her boobs were squashed, and the color of her torso didn't match the color of her face, so it looked like someone stuck a Barbie head on a Plastic Man body. Pass. Her physique isn't that impressive anymore, and no one much cared when you were trying so hard to push her as some stacked Amazon. They don't care now, and she got almost zero reaction.
The main event was... It happened. Jimmy Uso returned, which was nice, but then they put a hat on a hat and had the Rock return, too, and do a bunch of cryptic eyeballing from the top of the ramp.
I don't care. The Rock is fifty and looks it, and any air of power and menace he might have exuded was undermined by the fact that you could see the liverspots on his bald head. None of the current studs in your stable should be losing to this guy, and certainly not Roman or Cody.
So, yeah. It was nice, but I'm not sorry I passed on attending.
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