Why don't guys evolve more? HBK started as part of a white meat babby face tag team, then turned on his partner became a solo act, became HBK, was heel, then the DX group. The Rock was Rocky Mavia, then the Rock, then the Peoples champ persona, then Hollywood Rock. Jericho was Y2J, then heel suit Jericho, then The List persona. Stone Cold was the million dollar champ, then Stone Cold, the Austin 3:16, the invasion persona, the corporate persona, the guitar persona, the WHAT? persona and so on. The trend stops when you get to Cena. Cena was thuganomics and then Super Cena for the rest of his run. That's it. Even more recently guys like Roman have not changed in 7 fucking years. Seth was part of the Shield, then he turned turned heel and corporate, King Slayer, and then beast slayer, so he's evolved a little at least. DBry has done a ton of change through his career including his recent hipster green earth schtick. But then you have someone like Miz who basically has been the same character for what? 10 years now? Why dont guys change more?
Why aren't more guys trying to change up their styles?
Hell, you didn't mention Nation of Domination Rock, but I'm simply agreeing with your point.
because modern wrestlers are all cookie cutter and care more about movez than personae.
Going through a persona change requires a long term investment into your character that has a set up and a payoff for how you’ll change. Not enough guys in WWE even get enough time to do this so they’re stuck in the same position for years just waiting for a few minutes of screen time where they can say something. Mojo Rawley changed from a...”Hype Bro” to some weird as hell punished Mojo gimmick and it absolutely doesn’t work because no one even cared
That was the beginning of based Rock so thank you for that
But did Mojo even change his gimmick? I get what you mean about investment in tv time and the crowd investing in the persona. But Mojo thinks talking into a mirror and having someone scribble shit on his face is a persona change.
If evolving characters are the most important thing to you, Impact is probably the best wrestling show for you right now.
Details bruh. I havent been there since they lost every tv deal there ever was. Where do you even watch them btw?
>Jericho's career started with Y2J
Don't make threads zoomer.
Talking about the E exclusively you fucking mouth breathing faggot. Don't start procreating and end your line of genetic material
>That was the beginning of based Rock so thank you for that
This.
The second he joined N.O.D that's when he started becoming a star.
That internal war on who the alpha was let him really shine on the mic.
Pro wrestlers don't book themselves, they get told what to do and when to do it. I'm Mike Mizanin would fucking LOVE some television time to develop his character and get some time to build some good matches, everyone would. But it doesn't work that way. You job in the midcard cuck/rape/love triangle/clown/retard angle and you be greatful for it, or you get fired. That's how WWE has always worked.
Post address so I can inseminate you, sweetheart.
You don't to mess with me.
I am not the one.
I'll slice your dick apart, turn the skin into a butterfly vulva pussy and use the meat as a huge proto tran clit.
Then I'll insert, more JAB, my organ into your flesh wound.
You will pleasure my glans like the homosexual that you truly are.
I will ejaculate in you then tear your jaw off with a hammer for having bled on my penis without telling me you were on your period.
I could have been killed.
While you drop to your knees, scrambling to collect your teeth and jaw, gargling on vomit and blood, I drop your head to the concrete with my boot.
I scrape your nose off.
You're crying, vomiting. Pleading that I stop while simultaneously dilating your vaginal flesh wound, because at the end of this you still hope that you will be able to pass.
I attempt to punt your head. My boot toe gets stuck in your throat.
You swallow your vomit, teeth, jaw, all the sinew and the dog shit I purposely stepped on that day.
You're on your back gasping at your throat.
I pull out my switch blade.
I create incesions under your chest. I pull the skin back.
I take the remains of your lower jack, dirt, rocks and whatever garbage is on the floor. Pack it in and staple your chest skin back together.
Hope you enjoy your new breasts.
Lets check for lumps.
I kick your stomach, killing the unborn fetus you were creating.
Your gash is bleeding, while your dilate tool self pumps in and out of your tran non binary panooch. Feces slides out of your asshole. Like a soft serve wendy's chocolate shit swirl.
I grab the golden shovel, and bury you.
I lift it in the air, intending to smash your face with the flat end.
I mistake my grip, and slice through the air. It jams into your chest cavity. Sideways. Your scream to the best of your ability. I put my boot on your chest and pull the golden shovel out. Your ribcage is open. I see your heart pumping. Your muscles tear, and your innards spill out.
Wolfcuck detected
you are right about the rock being based
this is shit booking because half of it implies the victim is a biological women and half of it implies the victim is transgendered so it comes off more like the writer is mentally handicapped than spooky
I bet this was written by someone at WWE
>why isn't our hate crime angle getting over
same fagging this hard
Me? Wolfcuck?
Do you dare imply I am a worthless member of society. The same ilk that brutally raped Kevin "Big Daddy Bitch" Nash in the scorching Summer of '92.
Kevin walked out of the bingo hall. There is swept his hair back. Sore from having turned his back into sawdust despite drawing not a single dime.
He power strutted to his car. He was alone and it was dark.
But the hall was off the corner off MLK Avenue. He knew this was shark territory.
I heard steps behind him.
He reached into his purse, scrambled for his keys.
He reached his car, trying to stab the key into his car but his shaking hands prevented pinpoint accuracy.
Suddenly a dark figure arose in his vehicle's window. The reflection.
His vision went black.
Just ass his asshole soon did as well.
He was struck with a tire iron. Dragged back into the ymca.
All the members stopped playing their domesticated ball sport and gathered around the dormant bitch.
They all began to undress, and the logo off a pornographic company suddenly appeared on the corner of every scene.
Kevin Nash finally woke, from being urinated on.
He was tied down to a nailed down bicycle someone had attempted to steal.
He was able to get flack with some strength but was struck again. This time on the head by a cinderblock.
Blood rushed out of his nose and ears. His eyes bloodshot. Mouth covered by the color red.
He resembled cactus jack at this point, but without any worth.
Men reached down. Yanking at his locks. Others tearing his leotard off. They turned him over onto his stomach. Some continued to urinate on him.
One began to stroke his penis until it was erect. Then the raping occured.
For hours members took turns. Brutally tearing his anus. His taint was completely torn. The rear half of his testicles were torn, spilling out his insides. The testicles were smashed, from the looks of it, by timberland boots. His penis was erect. Despite the violations, he was enjoying it all.
>Do you dare imply I am a worthless member of society
Yea senpai. You could have legit stopped right here
Because they're not allowed to do that anymore.
Based
His groin region was covered in his own semen. His crushed testicles managed to continue a supply of homosexual semen, for Nash was adept at enjoying negroid penis.
There penises that ranged from 6-12inches continued to tear him apart. One, the biggest, managed to reach his colon. He pulled his actual colon out through his rectum.
Nash laughed, thanked God for letting him go out like a Big Daddy Bitch. Tears continued to run. Physically he was in pain. Mentally, he was in ecstacy. The Big Homosexual knew he couldn't resist his dark pigmented carnal desires.
But from the moment HBGay had implied homosexual relations to him with a black stripper inside a spark woke up. One he resisted.
But here he layed. Torn asunder. Requiring stiching and medical assistance. As the last member finished his thrusting, he came inside of Nash's ear. Giving him an ear infection.
He patted him on the back, pulled his basketball shorts up and joined the rest back on the basketball court.
Nash laid there for half an hour.
He dragged his body out into the field. He crawled before slumping over in bushes. The next morning he woke up in an ER. Surrounded by doctors.
He couldnt hear them.
He couldnt read their lips. But he could read the name tag of a surgeon.
"Eddie".
He lifted the sheet that covered his blown quads. His testicles were different. He now had a vagina. He went in a rage.
But was soon sedated.
For how long has Finn Balaor been the exact same? 5 years now?
Steve Austin still looks the same after 23 fucking years.
I guess unless you count Demon NXT Finn, and current LGBTQ Finn
Started off strong, began to plod around in the middle with no real narrative cohesion. You seem to be jumping around multiple scenes at some points. I would understand if this was a schizo gimmick, but you’ve given us no indication to believe that, so we just have to assume you’re mentally handicapped. I’d work on your promo’s brother, they need some punch
Based btfo Tough Enough style
Roman has not changed all in 7 years, that was pretty much Rocks entire run from late 96 ro early 04 and compare their careers. Hilarious really.