I couldn’t be any more over the Brock Lesnar vs. Roman Reigns story if I tried. I can hardly muster up any energy to care much about what they do with Reigns, this clear attempt at making him an anti-hero but one we appreciate that much more for finally vanquishing the guy we hate for holding the show, and its main title, hostage for all this time. And I’ll be damned if they aren’t leaning in just as heavy as they can on Lesnar being public enemy number one.
Those backstage segments with Paul Heyman on Monday Night Raw this week? They served their purpose, sure, but that’s not the best use of Brock Lesnar.
The best use of Brock Lesnar is this:
Holy shit, man. All that exposition backstage was hardly necessary — this is where Lesnar shines. That moment when he’s standing over Kurt Angle alongside a relieved Heyman, who pats him on the back and thinks they’re friends, and in an instant, with speed you can hardly believe for a man his size, with power you can damn near feel yourself just by looking at piss-scared Paul, he grabs Heyman up and puts the fear of god into him.
That is a bear, he is not your friend, and you can pay with your life for ever thinking so.
Self contained, this segment was really fun. To enjoy it, though, I have to divorce it from the wider narrative, the story they’re actually telling, in favor of my own: Reigns isn’t the guy because he loves WWE and this is his passion and blah blah — he’s the guy because he’s the best we have and maybe, just maybe, he can go fight that big ass bear and win.
That big ass bear is the best Brock Lesnar.
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