Guess that's all shot...
Just two weeks after RAW slammed to a close amidst an all-out war between Triple H, The Rock, Brock Lesnar and Shawn Michaels, the show is all but on its last legs. Even after a clean pinfall put Rob Van Dam over Triple H, I just wasn't excited. I honestly don't care about the program's direction, and considering the kind of optimism I showcased a couple weeks ago, that's a very bad sign. It's almost suitable that Triple H is holding the defunct WCW World Title nowadays, since the whole of Raw just seems like a collection of also-rans... just like WCW. Trips lost a major match at Summerslam, but now holds the World Title anyway. His first defense isn't against Booker, who deserves a shot at Brock Lesnar's legitimate World Title much more than Hunter or The Undertaker. No, it's against Ric Flair.. a man thirteen years past his prime, who didn't even appear on last week's episode. What a joke.
The two put on one hell of a match, and there was a glimmer of excitement when RVD cleaned house after the finish, but it faded just as quickly as it arrived.
I need to get off the subject of Triple H. I need to move on to something optimistic, so I don't seem like just another disgruntled web columnist. But there's nothing else to move on toward. I honestly didn't give a damn about one segment of last night's show. Intergender table match? Great... why don't they just roll out a set of Intergender Tag Title Belts? That division's certainly getting enough attention to merit it. Lingerie Pillow Fight Match? Cute... anybody get a Lawler "puppy" count last night? If I want to see porno, I'll go rent a porno. God knows there are women I'd rather see in skimpy clothing than Terri Runnels. If I want to see wrestling, it's looking more and more like I'm gonna have to go rent some wrestling.
Overall Score: 2