You know, I find it ridiculiously pathetic how WWE fans will go out of their freaking way to defend an obviously flawed storyline, product of that creatively constipated team of half-witted monkeys called "WWE Creative".
1. They advertised the return of a Monster
2. Then they advertised it more, delaying his debut week after week after week after week
3. And finally, we get some bozo.
And nobody seems to notice that the monkeys who write the show are so negligent, so dried out of ideas and so useless that they hyped his return and totally changed their plans mid-way, CONTINUING to hype his return and finally having him debut as .. this? What is the explanation? How did this character transition from a wrecking ball to whatever the fuck he is now? What sparked the change? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Stop insulting our intelligence, we're wrestling fans but we're not ******ed. Then again, seeing how everyone reacts, we might be.
If this had been ANY other wrestling company, the same people who like this crap will be squatting all over it at this very moment. First it was Zack Ryder and his goofy ass, now it's this dude? Are you kidding me? Is this what wrestling has become? A place for unfunny, cheesy, cartoonish characters that wear tacky clothing? What is this? 1987?
I though this was "the reality era". Bull-fucking-shit. If we have this jackass, then where's Doink The Clown? Where's Max Moon? Where's Oz?
I don't know what the hell this company is trying to do anymore. This move is a signal that the people in the back and especially the old fart at the top have ZERO clue what they're doing, they have no long term plan, they just have bad ideas pouring out of their pores.
It's just flashes, glitter, lights, pyro, pretty colors, sparkly unicorns and no content, no drama, no nothing. Absolutely dreadful.
This clown was the straw that broke the camel's back. Please, WWE, when you feel like living in 2012 - call me. Me and every sane fan out there who doesn't have their head up their ass. WAKE UP!
Fans loving this shit is like waiting to buy that new hot car you've been seeing in commercials, that awesome monster who purrs like a kitty and drives like the wind ... and then getting a golf caddy and saying how cute, neat and compact it is. Give me a break. I feel sorry for that crowd, you could hear them blink during the entrance.