Last night, the WWE destroyed their last best chance at saving their company. Now, all I can do is look forward to is the long, slow death of professional wrestling.
They let Goldberg go 18 minutes last night. Exposed all his weaknesses. By the end of the match, the crowd was cheering for the Rock (the heel) and booing Goldberg. Should have been a ten second squash match. It would have gotten Goldberg over faster than greased lightning.
The Kliq is back. Kevin Nash, HHH, and Sean Micheals buried everybody else in the match, focusing everything on themselves.
No Benoit on the PPV. Their best tech man and he’s nowhere near the ring.
Big Show almost killed Rey Mysterio, Jr. in a sloppy move that had no other purpose than get himself over. Sent him straight to the hospital (they’re making it a work, but he really was at the hospital getting skull x-rays).
They’ve had every money angle handed to them on a silver platter this year, and they’ve screwed them all up. They’ve got Paul Heyman — the most brilliant wrestling mind in modern times — on the shelf while they have ex-sitcom writers booking wrestling matches.
This is it. The WWE is in its final days. It’ll take longer than WCW, but if they don’t change things NOW, they’ll be in the same boat.