The Joy of Braun (Strowman), and Why He Has to Beat Roman Reigns
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There’s a strange joy in watching Braun Strowman work. It’s something Paste has been writing about for a while, most recently during the bit of “cartoonish supervillainy” on RAW (I knew we missed at least one Simpsons reference, damnit) that saw Strowman use his monstrous kayfabe strength to flip over an entire goddamn ambulance containing Roman Reigns. It was a feat so outlandish that you couldn’t possibly have predicted it—it just seems entirely too ridiculous an action for the “reality era” WWE to engage in. It’s like something a monster heel would have done in the ‘90s, or today … you know, in Chikara. But not in the WWE.
But that’s the joy of Braun. He’s an old-school monster who combines freakish, authentic athleticism with the look of a massive, hydrocephalic baby sporting two feet of unkempt facial hair and a severely overtaxed but suspiciously low-cut tank top. His entrance music begins with him inhumanly roaring his own name. Everything about Braun Strowman is so innately absurd that it seems like his mere presence generates refreshingly off-the-wall booking and writing.
Case in point, this past Monday’s “dumpster match,” a concept that as far as I know had only occurred one previous time in WWE history, which saw Braun squaring off against “lucha things” practitioner Kalisto in what appeared to be the most cut-and-dry squash in recent memory. Ultimately, Kalisto shocked just about everyone by winning the match—“technically” winning the match, we should say—by making Braun lose his footing for a moment and step into the ringside dumpster. It was something akin to the way Cody Rhodes once won the IC Title, when he caused Big Show to step on and thus “go through” a table outside the ring in a tables match, but without a big belt at stake the ending was simply a bit of harmless fun. Kalisto gets to reappear in a few weeks, presumably in the Cruiserweight Division, sporting his slick new ring gear, and tell the world that he technically got a win over Braun Strowman. And Strowman? Well, he gets to continue to entertain us with a brand of monstrous and only partially intentional physical comedy that you just don’t see in wrestling any more.