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The bitch of it is that AEW could have established their own brand at this point; to have a long-game shot at being the Pepsi to WWE's Coke*... as opposed to a children's lemonade stand that sells snowcones flavored with piss and Red Bull. When they get told nobody wants to drink piss outside of a VERY specialized market, and even there, that urine is curated from a particular type of source that is likely to be exclusively "young, attractive, wauflike, disease free females with a diet that lacks things like asparagus" instead of the male communal piss trough they insist on drawing from. You know, since they don't need advice. They are doing "fine" with their piss beverage, and anyone saying otherwise "are just haters". 18-49 year olds love our yellow snowcones! Until they find out. But that's not AEW's fault. The local Jr High volleyball team is playing at the school across the street. They got their rights deal money, so we can just keep selling Frozen Piss Bull to the ever dwindling audience that knows our greatness and are willing to LEARN... unless you question who a random lucha newcomer is, because you should know from Cagematch or intrinsically IYKYK!
*if I wasn't going to stay with the beverage analogy, I would have gone for the Coca-Cola vs cocaine low hanging fruit of either TK or NWA. Just letting you know I thought of it even though I didn't go that way.
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