Judging by the consistent response he gets whenever he comes out to the ring and during his matches, it seems the majority of the fans would agree that, sometimes, less is more.
I'm not asking for Hamlet. I'm not asking for the writing team to have an emergency brainstorming session to decide his motivations, his fears, his passions, and his favourite colour. Wild stab in the dark - burgundy. This is professional wrestling after all, which is hardly known for its depth and nuance. I just need something. Anything.
Right now, Sheamus is an out of control steamroller, and that's it. I'm struggling to know why I should root for him; what his character traits are; how I'm expected to empathise with him; where the tension comes from for a guy that runs through everyone without a scratch. The last guy that was anything approaching a thorn in this lion's paw, Mark Henry, got a good, solid boot in his face this past Monday. Right now, I know "Hey, this bloke looks funny, and he wins a lot."
If Sheamus doesn't win at WrestleMania, I'll do that thing you see cartoon characters do. You know, take a gulp of a drink and then spew it everywhere. I'm sure Tastycles will appreciate that. I'll take an even bigger gulp and coat even more of Tasty's furniture with Tesco Value Lager if he wins the belt and I feel anything other than the dull thud of disappointment.
He's a great intense, strong face that does get a good pop (everyone got outpopped by Santino at the Chamber PPV btw) from the crowd.
Santino got a strong pop, sure, but Sheamus got a similar reaction to what I would get if I went out there and did my patented pec dance; apathy and confusion.
I love how people bitch about how stale things are and when a unique face with talent is about to be launched, people bitch about that too. Can't win, some people just like to bitch.
You shouldn't attribute what you've seen some anonymous stranger say to other anonymous strangers just because you can.
For argument's sake, let's just strap that particular strawman to my back. I want a unique face with talent to be pushed, let's say. Not the most outlandish request I've ever made. No, that'd be the hooker coated in sesame seed oil I asked the escort agency for. Sheamus gets pushed. Hey, he's unique. Perhaps not in the sense that he's exceptionally charasmatic or a unusually gifted wrestler - though he's not half bad - but more in the sense that he's got ginger hair that rises five feet off his head and skin whiter than the stains on a teenager's duvet. Because he gets pushed, am I obliged to like it? If his push is entirely unremarkable, am I not allowed to complain? If his entire character sheet reads "babyface, Irish (?)", do I have no choice but to be compelled?
Just because one wants
something new, it doesn't mean one wants
anything new. Something new
and good would be nice. Watch as I melodramatically point over to CM Punk as an example of that.
I don't dislike Sheamus. As a matter of fact, before this quiet fart of a push, I'd have described myself as a Sheamus fan. I'm irritated that the material he's been handed is making me apathetic - I
want to pound my sofa and yell at the screen for him to fuck some poor dude up. I've just been given no reason to.