WWE is not a sport. Professional Wrestling, you could call a sport (in so much as stunt work or interpretive dance is a sport. Gymnastics, ballet or any of those other dance around in tights to be judged by it sports, if you're being especially generous).
But yes, no one else in the sport has risen to challenge WWE on a national or international level. In foreign countries, promotions like New Japan outsell WWE but around the globe and especially in the United States WWE is number one and that is completely our fault, us "wrestling fans" who can't be arsed to look further than Fox Sports Net or Spike TV for "alternatives".
Did you just say that ONE GUY is worth letting every single person in WWE go out of work?
That review was hyperbolic and hilarious and amazing. Love it.
I sort of view WWE, and to a lesser extent Vince, as the leader wrestling deserves. No better and no worse.
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And you thought watching grass dry and paint grow was boring? Oh, my sweet summer child...
Automated WrestleBot Prototype Mark IV (known to laypeople by the descriptor "John Cena") is the biggest American buzzkill since Prohibition. They could have... somehow (this achievement may or may not require the use of a time machine) created a six-man ironman battle royal featuring the likes of Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Steve Austin, The Undertaker, Dean Malenko, etc. and just a mere 20 seconds of interference from this sad sack of bolts would render it a complete unwatchable joke, because that's all the time it would need to bury each and every guy in there. People who say Call of Duty rehash their stuff (and they do) should count their blessings. This thing's been a weekly re-run on a meta level for close a decade now. Oops, hang on, the chambers of my modified hyperbolic Beretta M9 run dry.
Now that that's been said... it's all our own fault, and we've no one to blame but ourselves. If WWE THE PEOPLE had stopped supporting the company when their momentum was starting to run on empty around 2005-ish, they might've tried to radically change their their game—slowly but surely planning for an unpredictable future—instead of barely keeping afloat aboard the HMS Complacency from then until times we have yet to know. With complacency of our own, however, we released this utterly uncharismatic Golem—a grotesque parody of everything good and worthwhile about the once beautiful sport of professional wrestling—to crush our dreams and hopes for something bigger, something better that may never be.
And the ultimate terrible irony of it all? Without it, WWE would shrink once more into an obscure niche sport, relegated to the most unsavoury of time slots. But what you need to ask yourself is... is it worth it? Is WWE's current situation not completely identical to letting a loved one linger on life support when their every labored breath is a hopeless wish for death? Best to put sick dogs down. Search your feelings, you know it to be true.