Alright, so the whole buzz about Roman Reigns making a comeback got me thinking. It wasn’t just like, ‘Oh cool, he’s back’. For me, it turned into a bit of a personal project, a practice session, you could say.
See, I used to follow this stuff religiously. Knew all the storylines, the characters, everything. But life happens, right? Got busy with work, family stuff, just drifted away. Hearing about Reigns, the Tribal Chief and all that noise, kinda made me want to dive back in. Not just passively watch, but really engage with it again. Like flexing an old muscle.
So, the first step was actually making time. Sounds simple, but it ain’t. Friday nights are usually chaos. Tried to carve out those two hours for Smackdown. Meant shuffling things around, saying no to other stuff. Felt weirdly intentional, like scheduling a meeting.
The actual ‘practice’ part was this: I decided I wouldn’t just watch. I wanted to try and predict the whole damn thing. Where’s this storyline going? What’s the endgame for him, for The Bloodline? I literally grabbed a notepad. Yeah, I know, sounds nerdy.
I started jotting down ideas:
- Who turns on who next?
- What’s the big Wrestlemania match setup?
- Is he gonna be face or heel or something else?
Tried to analyze his promos, his body language, the crowd reactions. Like I was trying to crack some code. Felt like I was back in school, prepping for a test nobody asked me to take.
Here’s how that brilliant plan went down: Got maybe 45 minutes in. Phone rings – work call, urgent, naturally. Then my neighbor knocks, needed help with something heavy. By the time I got back, I’d missed a huge chunk. Tried catching up online, saw some clips. The whole ‘live analysis’ thing? Total bust.
Ended up reading the results and discussion threads the next morning, just like everyone else who has a life, I guess. The notepad? Got coffee spilled on it.
So yeah, my big return to wrestling analysis wasn’t exactly triumphant. But you know what? Going through the process felt kinda good. Trying to dedicate time, trying to think critically about something fun again. Even if it crashed and burned, it was practice. Practice in making time, practice in engaging with something I used to love. Maybe I’ll try again next week. Or maybe I’ll just read the spoilers. We’ll see.
