Hello, my fellow Bleacherholics:
Yesterday while I was lying on my bed trying to conceive some sleep it suddenly came through my mind how things have been changing lately in our beloved WWE.
John Cena, the face of the company, is now a part of a heel stable; he's still Superman, but without the overdose of kryptonite.
Randy Orton is a babyface and gets the greatest pops of the night. Sheamus has established himself as a main eventer and constant threat for the championship.
Batista and HBK are gone. Cody Rhodes now is "dashing" and has a segment of grooming tips. New talent is breaking through all the time.
It is most probable we're beholding the dawn of a new era for the company and thus, for Pro Wrestling itself. Slowly, but steadily, it's come with the replacement of the older generations.
Now, this is not an analysis of what's to come or what's going on, but about feeding our memories with traces of the past, and how this whole "revolution" was born.