RAW 9/16/13 Daniel Bryan is Going to Fight:  Well the ununthinkable happened on Raw just like we all knew it would.  HHH did an expert job breaking down the "800 lb gorilla that is sitting in the room" (Trips, if you're going to use a cliche, use the damn cliche, don't try to "spruce it up" or whatever) of the fast count on Daniel Bryan's title win at Night of Champions like a sportscaster breaking down a coach's challenge in football.  Showing Scott Armstrong's "normal cadence" was a particularly nice touch.  An even nicer touch was Armstrong turning to Bryan and saying "they got us Daniel" and HHH holding this up as indisputable evidence of a conspiracy between Bryan and Armstrong (as Bryan desperately insists he doesn't know what Armstrong is talking about but who the hell cares) and proceeding to mercilessly berate him about embarrassing himself and the company and disgracing the title and a plague on his house.  ...

So this is a fairly momentous occasion.  This past two weeks or so I was unexpectedly coerced back into the fake fighting universe by a somewhat serendipitous confluence of events.  It wasn’t the first time I decided to tune into WrestleMania out of sheer morbid curiosity--Stephen and I convened for last year’s WM as well but mostly because it was a stacked card and also because it was in Miami and because THE ROCK, THAT’S WHY.  This year it was much more about morbid curiosity than genuine interest.   Then, the next night, something happened.  Raw was WAR again, if only for one night.  Apparently, the oodles of European and Northeastern smarks that tend to convene every year at the one wrestling event that seems worth paying money for anymore (if for no other reason than to cross it off your list of things to do before you die) stuck around to make this year’s “Post-Mania Raw” as special as last year’s.  And boy did they outdo themselves. ...