As the curtain fell on the WWE’s Survivor Series event, a chilling reality emerged – a void that refused to be filled, a trail of betrayal that scorched the very fabric of professional wrestling. The absence of Cody Rhodes, the Undisputed WWE Champion, left a poignant reminder of WWE’s staggering neglect, a creative strategy that had reached catastrophic proportions. The usually unflappable Vince Russo, a luminary of the Attitude Era, was left dumbfounded, his outrage seeping through his words like a slow-moving poison.
Russo’s withering critique of Triple H’s booking acumen stung like a slap to the face, forcing WWE fans to confront the harsh reality – the promotion’s lack of attention to detail had left a festering wound that threatened to consume them all. The once-majestic Survivor Series event, once a crowning jewel of the WWE calendar, had been reduced to a mere afterthought, a hollow shell of its former self. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the distant echoes of Vince McMahon’s once-mighty roar, now reduced to a faint whisper of his former self.
The likes of Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch, revered wrestling legends, lay gathering dust on the sidelines, their talents squandered in a sea of mediocrity. The absence of Cody Rhodes from Survivor Series was a symptom of a deeper malady, a creative strategy gone awry, as if WWE’s powers-that-be had abandoned all sense of decency and, in its place, substituted a dull, unfeeling vacuum. The WWE’s creative team had been sleepwalking through the most recent months, seemingly oblivious to the growing sense of discontent festering among fans and critics alike.
As the clock ticks away, WWE’s credibility hangs precariously in the balance, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. The creative team’s attempts to rectify the situation, scheduling a world title bout between Cody Rhodes and Kevin Owens for December 14, is a step in the right direction, perhaps, but too little, too late for those who had been waiting in anticipation for the showdown at Survivor Series. The WWE finds itself at a crossroads, forced to confront the gravest of realities – its creative strategy had abandoned all sense of decency, and only a drastic change of course can restore the credibility lost.
The echoes of Vince McMahon’s once-mighty roar seem to fade into the distance, replaced by the distant whispers of dissatisfaction, a chorus of discontent that threatens to consume the very fabric of the WWE. Will the creative team rise to the challenge, or will they succumb to the crushing weight of their own mediocrity? Only time will tell, as the clock ticks away, and the fate of the WWE hangs precariously in the balance. The clock ticks away, a stark reminder that the WWE’s creative team has the power to redeem its reputation, or to condemn it to the dustbin of history.
