I wasn’t going to stay up to watch Wrestlemania (and indeed I went to sleep long before the end), but I was delighted to see that the first match (not counting the sadly predictable and depressing pre-show) was Sheamus, Big Show and Randy Orton v The Shield.
Call me a smark (most people do), but I’m loving seeing these boys progress to the WWE’s showcase events. Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins are better known for their solid body of work in the indies but are showing they can cross over into the mainstream. Ambrose is terrifying, threatening, and oddly magnetic and charismatic; William Regal tipped him as a WWE star and he was right. Rollins isn’t afraid to risk his pretty little neck (that table bump at TLC and that head-first dive into the barricade last night are prime examples); and I’m even beginning to buy him as a heel after his adorable run as a face champion on NXT. Roman Reigns has always looked like a superstar, but now he has a superstar alliterative name rather than the laughable Leakee.
And how wonderful to see them pick up a win against the stale old timers who have made a distressing habit of squashing upcoming talent. (Particularly Orton. How many of us thought he was going to emerge victorious with that inevitable RKO after setting it up?) The Shield are a unit, working for the common good; the veterans were a thrown-together team with a precarious sense of collaboration based solely on their shared enmity.
Let us hope that there is a coherent plan for their future, and they’re not broken up and put together again randomly depending on Creative’s lack of imagination on any particular day (to wit: Rhodes Scholars), and they’re not fed to Triple H, Crusader and Moral Avenger, at Summerslam.