Speedball is the new main character of the International scene
If you weren't watching AEW Redemption, you missed the chaotic delight that is Mike Bailey turning a ladder match into his own personal highlight reel. Watching Speedball climb that steel contraption after taking a back-breaking bump at the 14-minute mark felt like watching a glitch in a video game. He moves with a kinetic energy that makes half the roster look like they are wading through molasses.
Winning that International Title shot wasn't just a booking decision; it was a loud statement from Tony Khan. Bailey catches air like he’s got a hidden trampoline strapped to his boots, and that final sequence to secure the contract was clinical. He is the kind of high-ceiling talent fans have been begging to see get a real runway under the lights.
The IWC divide is wider than the Continental Divide
Naturally, the internet is doing what the internet does best: arguing until the servers melt. You have the purists who think Bailey is the savior of the mid-card, and then you have the skeptics who are convinced this is just another way to bloat an already stuffed roster. The split is honestly hilarious to watch unfold.
On one side, the enthusiasts are convinced Bailey is about to elevate the prestige of the International Championship to heights it hasn't seen since the belt was first minted. They argue that his work rate justifies the push regardless of the current crowded state of the locker room. They see a star in the making who brings a level of intensity that turns every match into a potential Show of the Year contender.
Everyone complains about booking, but when they actually give a guy like Bailey the ball, half of you start crying about the roster size. Pick a lane.
Then you have the contrarians, the ones who reside in the dark corners of subreddit threads. They are complaining that Bailey getting a shot means established guys are being pushed down the card. It’s the usual doom-and-gloom cycle. They act like every victory is a funeral for the push of someone else who didn't even compete.
Is the International Title becoming a graveyard?
Let’s talk turkey about the negatives, because this booking isn't all sunshine and rainbows. The reality is that the International Championship has been passed around like a cheap tequila bottle at a frat party lately. While Bailey is an incredible performer, tossing him into the title picture feels like he’s joining a revolving door of champions who never get a chance to build a real reign.
My biggest gripe? The lack of storyline stakes outside of just grabbing the contract. We get these gravity-defying spots, but does anyone remember *why* they hate each other anymore? We’re getting all the flash without enough of the substance that makes a feud feel like it actually matters in the long run.
If this leads to another 15-minute weekly trade-off where the belt changes hands on free TV for a cheap pop, we are going to be right back here in three months wondering why no one cares. Give these guys a reason to fight that doesn't involve just hanging hardware from the ceiling and praying for a highlight clip.
The verdict from the cheap seats
Bailey is the stronger argument here, simply because talent of that caliber usually forces the hand of the writers. When you have a guy who can pull off a moonsault off the top rope into a melee, you don't keep him on the sidelines waiting for a 'better' story. You put him in the ring, give him the spotlight, and let him cook.
The skeptics have a fair point about the roster bloat, sure. But complaining about Mike Bailey getting a push is like complaining about free beer at a wedding. You take it, you enjoy the buzz, and you stop worrying about the tab for a night. That’s the fun of the sport, right? Sometimes you just have to recognize that a guy is special and stop overanalyzing the logistics behind the curtain.
We are looking at a potential 30-minute barn burner if this title clash lands right on the upcoming pay-per-view. If the booking respects the worker, Bailey will be the best thing going for the company by the end of the year. Let the man work his magic and maybe, just maybe, let the title actually sit on a champion's shoulder for more than a month.