Paul Heyman may not have been telling the truth when he was right there on the screen, telling Brad Maddox all his diabolical schemes to keep the WWE Championship on CM Punk. Personally, I relish the idea of "Paul Heyman impersonators" as a cottage industry. I think one could make good money and meet a lot of interesting people. You'd certainly earn indie cred with several readers of the blog by knowing Dean Ambrose. But assuming that Heyman was paying The Shield to keep his client safe. It was brilliant strategy, because if he had to bring out The Sword, ooh boy, things weren't going to be so smooth for those who'd cross him.
See, Brock Lesnar's bad chest tattoo takes on a whole different meaning when juxtaposed with his now role in WWE as the mother of all bombs. I'd like to think he became unstuck in time for a little bit, was able to see what went down in his company of launching, and got his tattoo as a convenient story trope. Of course, that's probably not how it went, but indulge me for a second, please. The Sword, as he is now monikered, at least to me, is the perfect complement to Heyman's arsenal. The Shield was only to protect the Heart (Punk). The Sword? It lashes out preemptively or at the very least, reactively.
It's not like Vince McMahon didn't deserve what was coming to him. The man has been drunk with power that he theoretically isn't even supposed to have anymore. Either that, or the "I love you, Pops," from eighteen months ago doesn't really mean a goddamn thing. Not that I want it to, because if those were crocodile tears from the son-in-law, that'll save us from the most epic THIS BUSINESSing we ever didn't deserve to get but was dumped on with anyway. However inevitable though, it hasn't happened yet.
But you know what did happen? Brock Lesnar came back in the form of a means of attack. The game has been changed. What that means for CM Punk, The Rock, John Cena, Undertaker, Sheamus, or really anyone on WWE's roster really is unknown. As the rest of the show sat in stasis of its Royal Rumble feuds (really, is there any reason why Miz/Antonio Cesaro needs to continue to exist?), the one plot point that advanced was the one that needed to cut its swath across the landscape.
And that cut had to be made by The Sword. Nothing else at this point would have been sharp enough, at least given how WWE has framed their own narrative.
See, Brock Lesnar's bad chest tattoo takes on a whole different meaning when juxtaposed with his now role in WWE as the mother of all bombs. I'd like to think he became unstuck in time for a little bit, was able to see what went down in his company of launching, and got his tattoo as a convenient story trope. Of course, that's probably not how it went, but indulge me for a second, please. The Sword, as he is now monikered, at least to me, is the perfect complement to Heyman's arsenal. The Shield was only to protect the Heart (Punk). The Sword? It lashes out preemptively or at the very least, reactively.
It's not like Vince McMahon didn't deserve what was coming to him. The man has been drunk with power that he theoretically isn't even supposed to have anymore. Either that, or the "I love you, Pops," from eighteen months ago doesn't really mean a goddamn thing. Not that I want it to, because if those were crocodile tears from the son-in-law, that'll save us from the most epic THIS BUSINESSing we ever didn't deserve to get but was dumped on with anyway. However inevitable though, it hasn't happened yet.
But you know what did happen? Brock Lesnar came back in the form of a means of attack. The game has been changed. What that means for CM Punk, The Rock, John Cena, Undertaker, Sheamus, or really anyone on WWE's roster really is unknown. As the rest of the show sat in stasis of its Royal Rumble feuds (really, is there any reason why Miz/Antonio Cesaro needs to continue to exist?), the one plot point that advanced was the one that needed to cut its swath across the landscape.
And that cut had to be made by The Sword. Nothing else at this point would have been sharp enough, at least given how WWE has framed their own narrative.
