For the less cultured among us, "On s'en fout?" means "Who cares?" in French. I tried to find "Who gives a fuck?" but it would appear my Google Translate skills are limited.
Antonio Cesaro - formerly Claudio Castagnoli, his real name, in various promotions - has been on WWE television for just over six months now. He's held the United States Championship since August. He's actually been pushed pretty consistently, and not flushed down the toilet as abruptly as, say, Lord Tensai. But the reaction from the crowd is, not to put too fine a point on it, scheisse.
Last night at Hell in a Cell you'd have thought Cesaro was performing to an audience of mimes. Alright, so they were hardly the loudest crowd, but you would have still expected some reaction from them rather than, well, blank stares. Big Show punching Sheamus in the face made them shit their pants, yet Cesaro ragdolling Justin Gabriel got farts.
To take an unusual detour, I'm going to say some nice things about Cesaro. Number one, he looks good - i.e. he's got a good look and you might wanna fuck him (if you were that way inclined). Here's a picture of him:
That's the first time I've ever had to stop and think, "Will I get banned for posting a picture of a statue's dick?" Decided to play it safe in the end. PM me if you want gratuitous pictures of David's johnson.
Second, he's got quite a good offense. It's unusual, unorthodox and unique. He's very strong and very aggressive. William Regal or Bret Hart might tell you that wrestling is the art of making it look like you're destroying someone when you're not actually touching them. Except for his shitty finisher (seriously) Cesaro seems to be aspiring to that.
He's at least competent on the microphone. That is to say, he doesn't put the microphone to his mouth, panic and start screaming as if he's just been stabbed. He talks and words come out and everything. That's a plus.
And yet: nada, nothing, zero. He's as over as Jeremy Hunt in a children's ward. Why is that?
Antonio Cesaro - formerly Claudio Castagnoli, his real name, in various promotions - has been on WWE television for just over six months now. He's held the United States Championship since August. He's actually been pushed pretty consistently, and not flushed down the toilet as abruptly as, say, Lord Tensai. But the reaction from the crowd is, not to put too fine a point on it, scheisse.
Last night at Hell in a Cell you'd have thought Cesaro was performing to an audience of mimes. Alright, so they were hardly the loudest crowd, but you would have still expected some reaction from them rather than, well, blank stares. Big Show punching Sheamus in the face made them shit their pants, yet Cesaro ragdolling Justin Gabriel got farts.
To take an unusual detour, I'm going to say some nice things about Cesaro. Number one, he looks good - i.e. he's got a good look and you might wanna fuck him (if you were that way inclined). Here's a picture of him:
That's the first time I've ever had to stop and think, "Will I get banned for posting a picture of a statue's dick?" Decided to play it safe in the end. PM me if you want gratuitous pictures of David's johnson.
Second, he's got quite a good offense. It's unusual, unorthodox and unique. He's very strong and very aggressive. William Regal or Bret Hart might tell you that wrestling is the art of making it look like you're destroying someone when you're not actually touching them. Except for his shitty finisher (seriously) Cesaro seems to be aspiring to that.
He's at least competent on the microphone. That is to say, he doesn't put the microphone to his mouth, panic and start screaming as if he's just been stabbed. He talks and words come out and everything. That's a plus.
And yet: nada, nothing, zero. He's as over as Jeremy Hunt in a children's ward. Why is that?
