There are two instances in history of entrance themes as irritating as Cesaro's - Michael Cole's and Right To Censor's. Most recently, Cesaro was managed by Paul Heyman - the one behind the one in twenty-one and one, despised by many in real life and in the wrestling world. Cesaro hasn't won a match in over a month, being consistently put away by midcard titan Dolph Ziggler (recently defeated by Kane). This is clearly an incompetent boob and a man who's supposed to be hated. Why, then, does he wrestle like the god damn Terminator?
Week after week - sandwiched between his nails-on-chalkboard entrance and his inevitable, pathetic, probably one-move defeat - Cesaro transforms into the most entertaining wrestler on the planet. He looks like an absolute badass; like if you bred Steve Austin with the Incredible Hulk. He does things you've never seen in a wrestling ring before. His feats of strength would be more at home in the circus than they would in WWE. He gets in so much offense and not a moment of it isn't breathtaking. Watch him reverse Tyson Kidd's sharpshooter into a giant swing and watch the crowd go absolutely nuts. He's genuinely incredible to watch.
And then Dolph Ziggler jumps up and weakly pulls him onto his back and, oh no, he's dead. Can't get up. Somebody get a stretcher. Or maybe an ambulance with really annoying sirens.
I don't get what's going on here. Is he mocking me?
Week after week - sandwiched between his nails-on-chalkboard entrance and his inevitable, pathetic, probably one-move defeat - Cesaro transforms into the most entertaining wrestler on the planet. He looks like an absolute badass; like if you bred Steve Austin with the Incredible Hulk. He does things you've never seen in a wrestling ring before. His feats of strength would be more at home in the circus than they would in WWE. He gets in so much offense and not a moment of it isn't breathtaking. Watch him reverse Tyson Kidd's sharpshooter into a giant swing and watch the crowd go absolutely nuts. He's genuinely incredible to watch.
And then Dolph Ziggler jumps up and weakly pulls him onto his back and, oh no, he's dead. Can't get up. Somebody get a stretcher. Or maybe an ambulance with really annoying sirens.
I don't get what's going on here. Is he mocking me?