WWE: The Debut of Brodus Clay and the Red Jumpsuit of Change

Week after week, John Laurinaitis the Executive Vice President of Talent Relations and interim General Manager of Raw would be on the phone with Brodus Clay, telling him that he was going to debut the next week and to just be patient.

A picture of this monstrous 400lb man frothing at the mouth and chomping at the bit to get into the ring comes to mind. This image was even detailed further with Clay's very own twitter account complaining of being held back, wanting to destroy John Morrison and more.

The last we saw, Brodus he was in his black singlet with all his tattoos, the Mohawk and the scowl of destruction across his face.

When this man arrived, it was going to be like a Johnny Cash song: "And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.” And I saw. And behold, a white horse."

A new monster heel to take on the likes of Kane, Mark Henry and The Big Show, Clay was being built up as The Next Next Big Thing.

Last night, I heard it was going to happen. I saw the door with the name on it and everything. But I'll be honest: I thought for sure he'd still be bumped, maybe by Jericho and some more silent brilliant acting.

Even when the ring announcer stepped in the ring and was about to introduce him, I doubted he would show up.

Here's the thing, he didn't.

The monster that the WWE had wanted us to think was going to be huffing and puffing and charging down that ramp or busting through a wall in a true ShockMaster moment instead came out with two lovely ladies, dancing along to some funky music.

He looked like the child of The Beastie Boys, Heavy D and The Godfather.

There was no massive pop, there were only gaping mouths. There was no roar or growl. Instead, we got "Should I get 'im?!" in a high pitched voice and even an "Oh, sorry, my bad," tied together with some Dusty Rhodes arm wiggles.

I was waiting for the  bionic elbow with a Re-Run from Good Times dance follow up. What I got was different. What I got was not what I expected.

What we got was, as the big E stands for, entertainment. 

Clad in his red jumpsuit and dancing (quite well actually) with two lovely ladies by his side, Brodus went to the ring and had a pretty decent match against the wannabe Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Curt Hawkins.

Hawkins probably took himself out of the match even before it started—especially with all the kicking he does daily for not staying with Zack Ryder. (They were a tag team, pay attention people.)

One of my favorite moves of the match: the flying and slightly twisting head butt to the chest maneuver. Of my least favorites, though: hurtling himself into the opposite turnbuckle to gain momentum.

Shouldn't that have hurt hitting the turnbuckles like that? The final cross body splash that ended the match also didn't look the best, and I really hope he comes up with a better finisher. 

So did we see the birth of a great new character? Maybe.

What we did see for certain is WWE's ability to surprise us. My theory on why they did this? Because just like me, they're sick and tired of all the stupid comments from the Internet crowd.

"Maybe this will save the show." "Jericho's return is stupid." "They need to do this or they should really focus on that." "Daniel Bryan should be champion, because he knows Japanese wrestling, blah blah blah..."

All of that other nonsense that comes from every other armchair quarterback—or in this case booker—that thinks they can do the business better.  If you want to go watch Japanese chain lock wrestling then go watch it. WWE isn't for you, its never been that, it never will be that and you shouldn't expect it.

No one goes to McDonald's and expects a taco.

The WWE is a TV show that showcases over-the-top wrestlers and entertainers—not wrestlers who did great in bingo halls and high school gyms. If you want to succeed here, you need to become a part of the show.

Does Ted Danson on CSI act like he did on Cheers? No! If you want Ted Danson from Cheers, go watch Cheers. Don't complain about CSI because you're not seeing Ted the bartender. 

The WWE was founded in 1952, and over the past 60 years has constantly evolved to new eras to meet with the likes of new fans. They know this business better than some Internet troll who wants to complain that Cena hasn't turned Heel yet, or that a dancing Brodus Clay is dumb.

You know who can do the business better? No one. Ted Turner couldn't do it, Bischoff couldn't, Jeff Jarrett couldn't do it, Dixie Carter or Hulk Hogan. No one—nobody can match the success of Vince McMahon. I'm a fan of the WWE, I enjoy Raw, Smackdown and every pay per view I can get.

I don't watch so I can go online to rant about what I didn't like. I'm going to come online and tell you what I did like. I'm not a critic, I'm a fan and I'm a fan who can write. So just watch me take this place by storm and hopefully some of you will learn a little something in the process.

Boom. You know what that was, I just dropped a little knowledge on you. 

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