The Kevin Owens–John Cena feud is interesting on every level.
Owens is one of a new breed, an Internet darling, a wrestler who cracks the stereotypical mold. John Cena is exactly the opposite. Fans would have bought into John Cena during the Monday night wars. Owens would have had trouble getting on TV, though WCW did occasionally indulge indie-rific.
Owens gets a great response from hardcore insiders, those most likely to track down tickets to televised events. John Cena polarizes, but everybody knows him.
It’s hard to imagine Owens as the next big thing. Not for very long, anyway. C.M. Punk didn’t last long as THE GUY. Nor did Daniel Bryan. Were they to blame, or was WWE? It doesn’t matter, nor will it matter for Owens.
I used to say that Owens looked like a fan who won a contest. Now, in many respects, he really is. Owens grew on me. He’s very good. But Owens isn’t the tip of the spear.
Vince McMahon has the revolution at his fingertips, and he’ll probably ignore it.
As witnessed Monday by the indifferent response to the horrific Divas title match between the anorexic Summer Rae and the plastic Nikki Bella, WWE fans are tired of seeing female quasi-athletes shake their ass. Even if it is a great ass.
The NXT women are the future. At the very least, they’re different. No genre has needed something different so badly since a Poison CD sold 5 million copies.
