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I'm a boy from the ghetto, so it's possible my mind's playing tricks on me. However, if it's not, I seem to recall one of those VH1 countdown shows about rock bands around the turn of the decade and Henry Rollins talking about the sonic power Soundgarden carried not only in their rhythm section but the howling vocals of Chris Cornell. And our boy Henry knows a bit about screaming vocals. It'd be like Aubrey Plaza saying another woman was kind of evil-looking but cute as fuck doing so. Again, assuming this is the quote I've been remembering since days bygone what Henry said about them as a complete unit was that they were "like a man slow to anger starting to get up out of his chair. It's like 'Uh-oh. When he gets to his feet...'"
What was that? Come on, brain, work.
Oh, right.
"When he gets to his feet...run."
Other stuff happened on this show. It was perfectly cromulent. But it wasn't until the buzzards got here that Main Event got to its feet this week with a scant few minutes left in the program. Justin Gabriel was (well, probably) about to beat Heath Slater again and then the lantern came up and the light went out and the pests descended. The Darewolf was only first because he was shoved into the path of Hurricanes Rowan and Harper. Jinder was hindered by a simultaneous fishhook and eye gouge once the lamb took a hold of him, and the formerly Chosen One must've felt like he got hit by a big rig after being flung into the steps back-of-the-head-first twice in short order.
And so, Heath Slater decided to run. Right into the leader of the Family sitting placidly on the ramp. They locked eyes and it was almost as if Heath had known this man, or someone at least who looked like him once upon a time. But he could look into the mischevious glint and see that smile snapping off into a glare meant that man was gone and an Eater of Worlds was all that was left; seconds later, he'd make Sister Abigail's introduction and the lot of them would be stacked up like cordwood.
Thus having set the table Bray stepped to the center of the ring and noted the cold loneliness of a world if one was to be blinded by illusion. He astutely noted that one shouldn't fear an army of wolves led by a sheep but rather the inverse. And yet again, he called for Kane to follow the buzzards. With that the show and the mother of all Nexplosions, was at a violent end.
Officially it's been a week and a half. But forget about your dancing dinos, justice dogs, darewolves and the like - even/especially on this black Wednesday, WWE has found its king animal.
What was that? Come on, brain, work.
Oh, right.
"When he gets to his feet...run."
Other stuff happened on this show. It was perfectly cromulent. But it wasn't until the buzzards got here that Main Event got to its feet this week with a scant few minutes left in the program. Justin Gabriel was (well, probably) about to beat Heath Slater again and then the lantern came up and the light went out and the pests descended. The Darewolf was only first because he was shoved into the path of Hurricanes Rowan and Harper. Jinder was hindered by a simultaneous fishhook and eye gouge once the lamb took a hold of him, and the formerly Chosen One must've felt like he got hit by a big rig after being flung into the steps back-of-the-head-first twice in short order.
And so, Heath Slater decided to run. Right into the leader of the Family sitting placidly on the ramp. They locked eyes and it was almost as if Heath had known this man, or someone at least who looked like him once upon a time. But he could look into the mischevious glint and see that smile snapping off into a glare meant that man was gone and an Eater of Worlds was all that was left; seconds later, he'd make Sister Abigail's introduction and the lot of them would be stacked up like cordwood.
Thus having set the table Bray stepped to the center of the ring and noted the cold loneliness of a world if one was to be blinded by illusion. He astutely noted that one shouldn't fear an army of wolves led by a sheep but rather the inverse. And yet again, he called for Kane to follow the buzzards. With that the show and the mother of all Nexplosions, was at a violent end.
Officially it's been a week and a half. But forget about your dancing dinos, justice dogs, darewolves and the like - even/especially on this black Wednesday, WWE has found its king animal.