I could easily write a RAW review where I describe this episode as superior to last week’s efforts while still lacking genuine ingenuity. I could go on at length about each match (all good, five in total), lament the arrival of “I’m in the Royal Rumble” promo-season, loath the use of “Promo trains” to push narratives forward, commend the WWE for its earnest representation of debuting Superstar, Penta, laud Lyra Valkyria v Dakota Kai (the best match of the night), explain why I think Rhea Ripley adheres too closely to a script and how doing so limits her, extol Sami Zayn’s use of The Blue Thunder Bomb as a finisher, and praise Damian Priest for hoisting himself out of midcard obscurity and securing a spot as a main event player.
I could do all that and we’d be left with a fine RAW Review of a fine RAW.
But that would betray the true purpose of this article; affect real change in professional wrestling by offering the medium the arts criticism it deserves. And what does that mean to me?
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