A weekend of absolute chaos

If you spent your weekend anywhere near a screen, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Between the AEW Collision Summer Blockbuster and the sheer lunacy of seeing UFC fights on the White House lawn, our collective brain is fried. It’s June 15, and I’m still processing why Omos is out here demanding handicap matches in AAA of all places. What a time to stay alive.

Let’s talk about that Collision tapings in Cincinnati. Kenny Omega versus Bad Dude Tito was supposed to be the main selling point, and while the match quality was standard high-end Omega, the whole show felt like it was sprinting toward mediocrity. You have these massive production values and then the booking makes you feel like you’re watching a developmental loop at three in the morning. It’s like buying a Ferrari to deliver pizzas.

The international scramble

Meanwhile, in Japan, Pro Wrestling NOAH is still grinding through that Neo Global Tag League. Tetsuya Endo finishing off Hiroto Tsuruya in 6:16 is fine, but watching the league play out makes me miss the days when tournament structures actually meant something more than just filling broadcast hours on Wrestle Universe. It’s a solid effort, but sometimes the monotony is enough to put you in a coma.

We also had CMLL doing their thing as always at Arena Coliseo and the Domingo Familiar events. It’s the constant in a world that refuses to stop changing its mind. You want consistency? Look at CMLL. They don’t care about your Twitter engagement metrics or your fantasy booking; they just run the matches. It’s refreshing, even if it feels perpetually stuck in a loop from ten years ago.

The state of the big leagues

WWE just wrapped up a SmackDown from Providence that was… well, it was a television show. Bryan Alvarez has already dissected the granular stats, and honestly, the average age of the roster feels like a point of contention that nobody wants to touch. They are burning through talent so fast that by the time we hit the next big premium event, the audience might just be watching holograms of themselves.

The current booking strategy feels like a frantic game of musical chairs. Every time a new star hits the main card, they seem to get lost in a sea of segment-heavy scripts that prioritize corporate buzzwords over simple storytelling. At some point, someone in creative needs to realize that the fans crave actual friction, not just another three-way tag match that exists for no other reason than to kill 20 minutes of airtime. We’re losing the plot, folks.

The weirdest headline of 2026

I still can’t get over UFC Freedom 250. Yes, the White House lawn. Diego Lopes getting that KO at 2:42 of the second round was a highlight, but the setting was pure dystopian comedy. It’s like we’ve shifted into a bizarre alternate reality where the lines between combat sports and political theater have been completely blurred. It’s absurd, it’s loud, and I’m sure it’s going to be the blueprint for every mid-life crisis promotion for the next five years.

  • AEW needs to fix their pacing fast
  • NOAH is carrying the tournament torch single-handedly
  • AAA’s handicap obsession is getting stale
  • If you missed JCW, you missed the only actual grit left in the industry

We’re heading into a Monday night with Raw ready to push toward Night of Champions, and I’m already tired. Someone get me a beer and a show that doesn't feel like a spreadsheet brought to life. We’ve got the talent, we’ve got the money, now can we just get some coherent writing?