So, I'd written World Wrestling Entertainment off as the home of puerile supermen and parental guidance—a place where kids can get into the form before moving on to smaller, better things.
Cena, I presumed, was such a reliable source of income that he'd powerslam opponent after poor opponent, like a wrestling equivalent of a boot on a human face.
Nothing to get agitated over, though. Harmless fun. They'd grow out of it.
Still, I tuned into the Money in the Bank pay-per-view. (After all, for us grasping Brits it was free-for-view). And I have to admit, some unexpected things have come from it...
- Daniel Bryan, the best wrestler in the company, won an unpredictable (face it—he couldn't have appeared more like spot monkey if he'd been holding a banana in the promos) and exhilarating match.
- Randy Orton lost and Christian (who'd spent time in TNA and thus, was generally assumed to have consigned himself to the perpetual hell of putting losers over) became champion.
- John Cena was in a great match.
- John Cena lost a great match.
- The run-in from Alberto del Rio (which was more predictable than the outcome of an arm-wrestling match between Mark Henry and Hornswoggle) came to nothing.
And, perhaps the greatest surprise of all...
- I haven't got a clue what's going to happen on Raw tomorrow.
Yes, there are a million ways that this could be screwed up (John Cena gets fired but comes back, as the Shockmaster!), Still, for tonight I'll say that Money in the Bank gave us superb pro wrestling—something I didn't think this company could give us—and whatever follows, it was a night to remember.
Heck, even Jim Cornette would probably have liked it.