Ever since John Laurinaitis was given storyline control of Monday Night Raw, it's been nice
watching the show without the constant nagging worry in the back of my head
that at any moment, Triple H could come out to remind us all who King Shit of
the WWE F*ck Mountain really is. But we're on the road to WrestleMania, which means that Mr. Helmsley has a rematch to
kind-of-sort-of make up a storyline around, so this week's Raw opened with his admittedly impressive hairline.
It's not that Triple H wasn't and isn't still a great talent
- the guy's a real treasure, no sarcasm there. But whether because of power,
age, ego or all three, his mere presence on television is infuriating. For me,
it all comes down to the fact that Triple H wants to be all things: A Motörhead-blaring
killer face, a snarky jokester, a suit-wearing COO, etc. None of it fits
together, and feels more like a guy who doesn't just want your cheers, but he
wants every type of cheer you can give him simultaneously - it comes off as
desperate and is totally unnecessary for a wrestler of Triple H's caliber and
legacy.
