The Parisian nightmare nobody asked for

So, we just watched three hours of WWE Raw manifest from Paris, and if you weren’t already reaching for the aspirin, you probably skipped it entirely. The arena atmosphere was loud enough to rattle your teeth, but the booking decisions felt like they were written by someone hallucinating on a diet of stale croissants. It is a bold strategy to host a major broadcast in a city with such a passionate crowd and then serve them up lukewarm segments like we are waiting for a train that is never coming.

The internet is currently having a collective meltdown, which is exactly where I come in. If you aren’t reading the threads over at r/SquaredCircle, you are missing out on the kind of discourse that ranges from high-level tactical analysis to pure, unadulterated bile. As Wrestling Inc reported, the split between the 'loved it' and 'hated it' camps is wider than the Atlantic Ocean, and frankly, I am not sure either side understands the other.

The enthusiasts want a new ring gear color palette

The positive camp is riding high on the energy of the crowd. They think the pure, unfiltered noise from the Paris faithful makes up for any storytelling shortcomings. One user argued that a mid-card scramble match involving Ricochet and Chad Gable was peak athletic entertainment because of the pacing, citing a sunset flip off the top rope that hit with legitimate impact. These folks see the flaws as 'growing pains' rather than structural failures, which is adorable.

Then you have the people who think every botched spot is a secret code for an impending heel turn. They obsessed over the closing segment where the main event ended in a double-countout after a botched suicide dive landing that clearly rattled both performers. Some fans are already claiming it was a work designed to protect both champions, which is the kind of mental gymnastics that would win a gold medal at the upcoming Olympics.

The skeptics are sharpening their guillotines

The haters aren’t holding back, and honestly, I find their pessimism deeply refreshing. The loudest complaint on the forums right now is that the pacing felt like it was moving through wet cement. You can’t have a broadcast that spends forty minutes on a recap of a feud from three weeks ago when you have world-class athletes sitting in catering. It kills the product, and it is a blatant insult to anyone with a functioning short-term memory.

There is a lot of talk about the booking of the women’s division, which feels like it has been stuck in neutral since the spring. Watching a talent like Iyo Sky get reduced to a generic interference spot for a tag team feud is a crime against humanity. The skeptics are rightfully pointing out that we are getting tired of the same three faces controlling the main event screen time while the undercard remains a vacuum of actual stakes.

Who actually has the better point?

When you look at the evidence, the skeptics clearly have the stronger argument here. You can’t mask a boring script with crowd noise. If you put a tuxedo on a pig, it is still a pig, and if you put a championship match in front of twenty-thousand French fans but forget to write a compelling reason for them to care, you have failed the assignment.

The double-countout finish wasn't a masterclass in psychology; it was a sloppy landing that forced the finish to be moved up by 5 minutes. Pretending that the creative team is playing 4D chess when they are clearly playing checkers is why wrestling social media can be so exhausting. We need to stop romanticizing mid-tier television just because the crowd showed up on time.

Let’s call a spade a spade. This episode was a mixed bag that leaned heavily into the 'bag' side of the equation. We are two years removed from the massive creative pivot we were promised after the merger, and yet here we are, watching main events end in technicalities because the finish went pear-shaped. It is time for WWE to stop coasting on the residual heat of their international expansion and actually get back to basics. If next week is another slog of fifteen-minute promos followed by interference, I am officially retiring from live threads for the summer.