After weeks of seeing Chyna Jr and the son Vince wishes he had run roughshod over all that is good and true, a hero showed up.
This hero didn’t hand over his championship belt like a p***y. Had that been this hero’s lot, he doubtless would have blasted somebody in the head with it.
This hero didn’t idiotically show up for yet another ass-kicking.
This hero, even as he played their game, showed he wasn’t going to play their game. That’s because he knows that game.
This hero, even as he prepared to take his lumps, recreated one of his best promos, then oozed disdain as the screws tightened.
This hero had no time for their bull***t.
This hero refused to let his family be divided.
This hero didn’t beg. This hero would never be reduced to that.
This hero treated Chyna Jr for exactly what she is, someone who couldn’t accomplish something on her own at gunpoint.
“Good. That’s all I wanted. Me and you are done.”
This hero has forgotten more about being a hero than Daniel Bryan will ever know. And he hasn’t forgotten anything.
I used to hate him when he jammed himself down our throats.
Monday night, I loved him. I remembered what made him great.
Pop for Bryan all you want. Soon enough, you won’t. Rightly or wrongly, you’ll blame him. That’s always been the idea.
Monday night, I popped for Dusty Rhodes. The American Dream lives. Dusty showed you can’t kill it. CHILLS.
Watch Dusty’s “Hard Times” promo on YouTube.com. When he says “I came back for you” and reaches toward the camera, I defy you to not reach back. BEST. BABYFACE. PROMO. EVER.
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