Vince Russo's The Brand

My apologies—this is going to be short, and sweet tonight.

I just spent three hours watching RAW, one hour reviewing RAW and one hour writing about RAW—I’m spent.

There’s something that I think everyone needs to understand. If RAW stinks—I’m going to say it stinks. If you don’t like it—-I’m really, really sorry. When a movie stinks, I say it stinks. When a TV show stinks, I say it stinks. When a musical group stinks, I say they stink. When my Giants stink, I say they stink. When RAW STINKS—I SAY IT STINKS! RAW STUNK TONIGHT, and I’m not going to sugar coat anything. It was an absolute total waste of my time. I’m not going to put over anyone who’s not trying, and those involved in the creative end of RAW—ARE NOT TRYING! There’s no effort put into anything. Cold, fake matches with no characters, and no stories. Real wrestling fans don’t care about any of it—sorry.

Yeah, I’m pissed because it could be so much more than it is. There is ZERO reason why RAW couldn’t once again be one of the best shows on television. All that takes is a little hard work, and a whole lot of pride.

And look, if you don’t like what I have to say—then simply don’t subscribe to my channel—it’s really that simple. I am, who I am, because I speak my mind. If you don’t like me saying that RAW COULD BE BETTER WITH MORE EFFORT AND MORE PRIDE, then no one is forcing you to listen to me.

I’ve made a living out of being the BEST I CAN BE—-ALL THE TIME. I have never phoned one, single thing in—in my life. Going all the way back to my paper boy days. When the customers get short-changed—it pisses me off. This isn’t about good, or bad ideas—this is about NO IDEAS.

I’m tired, man. I’m tired and I’m cranky.

They just need to try harder.

Later.