The Bloodline’s Newest Beast: Why Jacob Fatu is the Real Deal for Roman Reigns

Alt Text: A high-intensity comic-book style illustration of Jacob Fatu applying the specific Tongan Death Grip to Roman Reigns' throat on WWE Raw, showing Fatu's new long hair and prominent silver teeth.

The dust has barely settled on WrestleMania 42, and while CM Punk and AJ Lee are taking some much-needed time off, the landscape of WWE has shifted violently. We saw CM Punk show up on the Raw after Mania, but his absence last night signaled the start of a new, grittier chapter: Roman Reigns vs. Jacob Fatu.

For those who have been following the journey, this move makes perfect sense. Jacob Fatu has been working tirelessly to be seen as a legitimate main-event player. We’ve seen him putting in the work, taking massive spots in the Cody Rhodes and Drew McIntyre saga, and holding his own within the Bloodline alongside Solo Sikoa.

Fatu is a beast in every sense of the word. He’s a big man who can pull off high-flying spots that defy physics, and his ability to recover from injury is almost superhuman. But what really anchors this character is the “recovered” storyline WWE is pushing—leaning into his real-life history, his time spent in prison at the age of 18, along with the motivation of providing for his family and seven kids. He’s a man who took the long road to get here, and that makes him dangerous.

The Grip of Death. On Monday Night Raw, we saw exactly how dangerous. Fatu used the Tongan Death Grip, made famous by Haku/Meng—not just a standard choke, but a brutal upward claw—to effectively paralyze and choke out the Tribal Chief.

It was a visual that changed the math for Backlash. Usually, we’d assume Roman Reigns wouldn’t drop the title only a month after winning it, but WWE has been playing by “weird” rules lately. To make Fatu believable as a World Champion, you have to actually treat him like one. They did it with Jey Uso, and it worked; doing it with a powerhouse like Jacob Fatu might just be the spark the Bloodline story needs to stay fresh.

I’m not saying Fatu is a lock to win at Backlash, but after seeing that grip and the fire in his eyes, I’m no longer betting against the Samoan Werewolf.

WrestleMania 42 Night 2: Shock Retirements, Logic Gaps, and the Death of the ‘Finisher’

Alt Text: Cartoon illustration of Brock Lesnar's boots and gloves in the ring after his retirement match at WrestleMania 42.
Alt Text: Cartoon illustration of Brock Lesnar's boots and gloves in the ring after his retirement match at WrestleMania 42.

Brock Lesnar Retires

If Night One was about “The Swerve,” Night Two was about “The Shock.” We saw an era end, a world title battle that bled buckets, and a few booking decisions that left me scratching my head. As someone who has been watching this “soap opera” since 1985, here is my unfiltered take on the final night of the Showcase of the Immortals.

The End of the Beast: Brock Lesnar’s Final Bow

The biggest shock of the night—and perhaps the decade—was Oba Femi beating Brock Lesnar in short order. In the business, we call this “putting someone over,” and it’s the ultimate courtesy a veteran can show on their way out.

Seeing Brock leave his boots and gloves in the middle of the ring was a “mint” moment. It makes sense why he’d lose quickly if he’s truly hanging them up. He gave Femi the “rub,” and while the match was just “okay,” the significance was massive.

Match of the Night: Rey Mysterio & Dragon Lee

For pure action, the tag match took the cake. Seeing Rey Mysterio and Dragon Lee combine to drive Rusev through a table was high-flying storytelling at its best.

I’ll admit, I was pulling for the underdog in the Intercontinental ladder match. Penta is great, but I wanted to see Javon Evans or JD McDonagh take that next step. JD, in particular, is a warrior—that back body drop into the ladder was absolutely brutal. He’ll get his moment, but it felt like a missed opportunity to crown a new face.

Where is the Logic? (The DQ Rant)

I have to talk about the Main Event: Roman Reigns vs. CM Punk.

Cartoon illustration of Roman Reigns delivering a Superman Punch to CM Punk during their intense WrestleMania 42 main event.

This match had the time, the blood, and the storytelling it deserved. They traded finishers, they went through tables, and they beat the hell out of each other. But as an old-school fan, two things bothered me:

  1. The Chair Shot: Early in the match, Roman hit Punk with a chair. In a standard championship match, that’s a DQ. Period. Why did the ref just let it go? It takes me out of the story when the rules only apply when they’re convenient for the finish.
  2. The Death of the Finisher: We saw kick-out after kick-out. Back in the day, a finisher meant the end. Now, everyone kicks out of everything. It started with those legendary Taker vs. Shawn matches, but now it’s every match. If everyone kicks out of a Superman Punch or a GTS, those moves lose their power.

The Underwhelming and the Predictable

Sami Zayn vs. Trick Williams was, unfortunately, a letdown. Sami is a guy who almost ended Roman’s 1,316-day reign; he’s a top-tier underdog. Putting him in this spot felt like a step backward for a guy who should be in the main event picture.

On the flip side, Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio delivered. “The Demon” never disappoints with the high spots, and that match lived up to the hype. Similarly, Rhea Ripley vs. Jade Cargill went exactly how we thought it would. Ripley is back on top, and it’s clear Jade has been working tirelessly on her in-ring skills—it showed.

Final Verdict: WrestleMania 42 Night Two was a rollercoaster of emotion and questionable logic. We said goodbye to a Beast, saw a title stay put, and reminded ourselves why we love (and occasionally hate) this business.


WrestleMania 42 Night 1: Splintered Tables, Triple Swerves, and the 1980s Sleeper Hold

Cartoon illustration of the splintered wooden announce table after Jelly Roll's elbow, with Randy Orton punting Cody Rhodes in the background.
Cartoon illustration of the splintered wooden announce table after Jelly Roll's elbow, with Randy Orton punting Cody Rhodes in the background.

Night One of WrestleMania 42 is in the books, and it was a night defined by “okay” wrestling and some massive, unpredictable swerves. I watched it from the couch with a pizza, and honestly? That was the right call. Here is the “Meat and Potatoes” recap from a fan who has seen them all since 1985.

The Gunther Problem: A 1980s Finisher in a 2026 World

The Seth Rollins and Gunther match started exactly how I wanted: a brawl. It was physical and intense. But I have to push back on Gunther’s finisher.

Putting people to sleep with a sleeper hold feels like a mid-match transition move from the 80s. When you have a guy with a world-class Powerbomb in his arsenal, why are we ending WrestleMania matches with a sleeper? It slowed the momentum of a match that otherwise had a great “fight” feel.

Surprises in the Women’s Division

The Women’s Intercontinental match between AJ Lee and Becky Lynch was… okay. You could tell the timing was off in a few spots, which kept it from being a classic.

However, the Women’s Tag Team Championship was the surprise of the night. Seeing Paige return and win alongside Brie Bella was a genuine swerve that I didn’t see coming. It was a nice nod to the history of the division while actually giving us something fresh.

The Rise of Jacob Fatu

If you aren’t watching Jacob Fatu, start now. He beat Drew McIntyre in a match that proved he has more charisma in his pinky than most of the roster. WWE needs to push this man to the moon—he is a “mint” talent that actually feels dangerous.

The Main Event: The Jelly Roll Factor and the Triple Swerve

The build for Cody Rhodes vs. Randy Orton was heavily weighted down by the Pat McAfee angle. It felt like the office knew it, too. That’s why Jelly Roll took McAfee out early with an elbow through the table.

Side note: Did you see that announce table? Usually, they are “break-away” props you can put back together. This one shattered and splintered into actual pieces. I had to laugh—there was no “resetting” that one.

The match itself was Randy vs. Cody 101. Because the Vegas crowd was rooting so hard for Orton, Cody leaned into a heel persona for a bit. Then, the chaos:

  1. McAfee gets back involved.
  2. It looks like he’s helping Orton, but it turns into a disadvantage.
  3. Cody Rhodes picks up the win.

The internet is already melting down because Cody kept the title, but I’m here for the unpredictability. That double (or triple) swerve made me smile. And that Punt to the head from Orton after the bell? This feud is nowhere near over.

The Verdict: Night One had its flaws, but the main event delivered the drama. I’m officially hooked for Night Two.


Showcase of the Immortals? Why This 40-Year Fan Is Struggling to Care About WrestleMania 42

A closeup cartoon illustration of a fan with strong, leather-wrapped hands holding up a black-strap 'Winged Eagle' championship belt. A blurred modern 'TKO Era' stadium is in the background.

WrestleMania is here

By the time you read this, Night One is essentially minutes away. For 40 years, this has been coined the “Biggest Pay-Per-View,” the “Showcase of the Immortals,” and a plethora of other grandiose titles. It has defined generations.

I should be vibrating with excitement. I’m almost 44. I have been a wrestling fan since I was five. My relationship with this event is deep:

I remember WrestleMania 1 (1985), where Vince McMahon bet the farm that this supercard concept would become the Super Bowl of wrestling. He was right.

WrestleMania 3 is still notable to me because of the symbolic passing of the torch when Hulk Hogan slammed Andre the Giant.

I still own the VHS double-tape of WrestleMania 4 (1988).

It was a tournament to crown a new WWF Champion after “shenanigans” between Ted DiBiase and Andre left the title vacant.

Side note: Macho Man Randy Savage won that tournament, leaving with the ‘Winged Eagle’ belt. Even today, that is my favorite title belt of all time.

I could go on without straining my memory. I remember Shawn Michaels and Razor Ramon in the first ladder match at WrestleMania 10. I recall WrestleMania 12, where Millennials watched Shawn zip-line down before beating Bret Hart in an Iron Man match. WrestleMania 14 was Stone Cold’s moment against Michaels.

These aren’t just moments; they are straight memory anchors.

The State of Play in the TKO Era


I am bringing all this history up because, with WrestleMania 42 looming, I need to talk about the state of professional wrestling.

I am honestly not that excited to watch it.

The structure is exhausting. It is now a mandatory two-night event. We can’t organize our lives around it anymore; my friends and I essentially pick the lesser of two evils, watch one night together with pizza, and go our separate ways for the other. It feels less like an event and more like a task.

Since TKO bought WWE, the priorities have shifted. They seem more concerned with brand value than building logical arcs. We have weird booking, like Pat McAfee injecting himself into the already-awesome Cody Rhodes versus Randy Orton match. We have a strange clash between Seth Rollins and Gunther, a match that seemingly came out of nowhere.

This is where the story logic falls apart for me. We know Gunther was booked specifically to end the career of AJ Styles and John Cena. He is the career-killer.

If Seth Rollins—who is supposedly taking time away and dealing with drama with Paul Heyman—returns just to beat Gunther, it immediately makes Gunther beating Cena and Styles a moot point. It doesn’t make sense. But if Gunther wins, what was the point of Seth’s return?

Falling Out of Love with the Grind


I am not sitting here trying to be a cynical “armchair booker,” though I will say I would love to clean up this storytelling. I might also sound like a bitter, middle-aged millennial man yearning for the old days.

But the fact of the matter is that I do not know what I am watching anymore. And clearly, I’m not the only one. They are having trouble selling tickets to the point where Pat McAfee had to come on SmackDown last week to talk about discounts.

And that brings me to the meat and potatoes of this whole post.
The Real Solution: Support Your Local Indies

The current state of professional wrestling, and this includes AEW (which recently had an AEW show run five hours long on a day event, turning friends’ $70 tickets into $600 expenses for hotels and ferries just so they didn’t have to navigate from Vancouver back to Victoria), should force us to take an in-depth look into our local “Indie” promotions.

Most notably for me is Vancouver Island Pro Wrestling (VIPW). They do not have backhanded motives or streaming fees. There are countless others across the country doing fantastic work:

365 ProWrestling Vancouver Island

Here are some others from a quick search

BATTLEWAR (Montreal, QC): A very high-production, punk-rock vibe indie that sells out clubs and gets a lot of local press.

Smash Wrestling (Toronto, ON): One of the largest indies in Canada, they often feature talent that moves on to WWE/AEW.

Prairie Wrestling Alliance (PWA) (Calgary/Edmonton, AB): A historic indie promotion that keeps the Hart Dungeon tradition alive.


When you go local, you get people who are closely knit, doing it for the passion. They are fans like me who got an opportunity to learn how to wrestle, and they basically do it for a few bucks, maybe a hot dog, or some pizza. They are happy to be there.

They cannot throw ads in the middle of it. They won’t change camera angles on you in a chaotic way. They won’t all of a sudden surprise you with yet another streaming service fee. When you buy your ticket, you know right where that money is going: split evenly into the pockets of the entertainers and their help staff (mostly the wives, girlfriends, and friends that are happy to be there).

Why I Am Not Leaving the Legion
I am not here to crap on the profession. I know the people who entertain me for 20 bucks in the Legion hall have aspirations of making it to AEW or WWE one day, and that is a good thing. I love professional wrestling; it is my live-action soap opera.

But I am falling out of love with having to wade through ads, promotions, and backhanded motives. I just want to watch wrestling and enjoy it again.