The RAW after the Judgment (Fudgement) Day PPV should have been called "The Uh-Oh. We Shipped Edge Off To Smackdown and Shawn Michaels Is Really Injured. Now What Do We Do? Episode". With the RAW roster dwindling to the point that The Great Khali and Umaga are considered top tier talent among the ranks of John Cena, RAW borrowed Bobby Lashley and used him rather heavily in this episode. Owing to the brand's decimated ranks, this episode could also have been titled "RAW is Lashley."

Actually, this episode brought back a lot of memories of my youth as a wrestling fan. The current state of WWE reminds me of a wrestling staple I used to call "The Stridex Injury List." In the days before WWE "Got the 'F' Out" and before they used to shill Axe Body Spray for men on every commercial break, one of the main sponsors of WWF/WWE-related programming was Stridex. The pubescent pimple remover had a series of commercials in the late '90s promoting a series of then-WWF superstar trading cards in each package. One can only imagine a young Gene Snitsky buying Stridex in bulk to simultaneously complete his collection and rid himself of the pesky bacne and chimples ("chest pimples", for the uninitiated) that undoubtedly plagued him during his teen years in Nesquehoning, PA.

But I digress. The superstars in the collection of trading cards included "Stone Cold" Steve Austin, Shawn Michaels, The Undertaker, Sid, Ahmed Johnson, and Bret "The Hitman" Hart. Ironically enough, the crew featured on the Stridex trading cards seemed to be on a revolving turnstile of injuries with no more than two members of the Stridex Injury List wrestling at a given time. Run down those names once again for yourself and you've got yourself a veritable cornucopia of injuries spanning the body from head to toe. And thus, the Stridex Injury List was born.

Right now, WWE seems to be going through an injury renaissance with many of their top stars on extended sabbaticals. The Undertaker is out until at least a month or so before the next Wrestlemania. Triple H has been out for some time. His DX compatriot, Shawn Michaels is now going to be out with a knee injury (although on-air, his injury is a "concussion."), and Ken Kennedy is out with an arm injury. Several other prominent roster members are working through other injuries, notably Bobby Lashley, who doesn't do his entrance with as much vigor owing to a strain in his arm. There are a few more whose names escape me, but quite a number of top talent aren't doing so hot.

I'd propose a new version of the Stridex Injury List and calling it the Axe List in homage to the seemingly endless barrage of body spray commercials. Then again, it's that time of the year where WWE already has an "Axe List" of their own, jettisoning the likes of Rob Van Dam, Sabu, and several others from the roster. They could also have the "Fruitty, Fruitty Skittles Injury List," but then again, that would be misleading and fans would be wonder where Goldust, Rico, and the late, great Adorable Adrian were on the list. If only Stridex would advertise more with WWE again. **sigh**

Nevertheless, the first hour of RAW starts off with a rewind of events at Sunday Night's PPV, Judgment Day. Vince McMahon still is the ECW Champion although Bobby Lashley scored a pinfall against one of the McMinions, he did not pin Vince himself.

Lashley has a new intro with more rugged, metal-chiseled letters flashing on the Titan Tron. I'm going to miss Lashley's old intro package that flashed the words "Soft Spoken" across the screen. The blow would have been cushioned if his new entrance flashed the words "Tiny Ears" somewhere within the package, but I guess that's just something I'll have to deal with.

Lashley issues a challenge to McMahon tonight. Vince and his McMinions, Shane O-Mac and Umaga accompany him to the ring. Vinnie Mack is sans doo-rag tonight, although his hair is coming back quite nicely. Still, I miss the doo-rag and it the comedic hijinx it had inspired in recent weeks.

Vince denies Bobby Lashley another match on the evening's show and is now eyeing the next ECW One Night Stand PPV to defend his title in a Street Fight… Against ECW Original, The Blue Meanie. (Who is basically, the only ECW Original left.) Lashley looks confused. I feel a swelling of hope and pride that Meanie is going to make it to a PPV!

Shane steps up to the mike and gives the greenlight to Lashley in the match. However, there's just one catch. Vince insists that Lashley will have his shot at a street fight, so long as he beats every one of his opponents and runs the gauntlet tonight in "this very ring."

The "No Chance in Hell" music cues and Vince and Company get madd heat from the crowd. Meanwhile, the crowd is behind Bobby Lashley like a bunch of Greek sailors on shore leave during "Free Drink and Lube Night" at Roscoe's Log Cabin. Lashley is officially the next big thing.

After a commercial break, the "Theme from Space Odyssey" rings throughout the arena and Ric Flair enters the ring in a splendid gold robe with white marabou trim, fresh off of a win at Judgment Day over his former protégée, Carlito.

Carlito makes his entrance wearing black trunks decorated with his familiar, Caribbean iconography and the transferable Evil Spock Goatee that Chris Masters was wearing this week. Yes, he's graduated to full-throttle heel status now.

Carlito's chest looks like ground beef according to J.R., thanks to the patented Ric Flair Chest Slaps he took the night before. Flair lights Carlito up with a battery of chest slaps before getting him on the ground. Carlito battles back, flipping Flair over his shoulder and then stomping away at the Nature Boy. Carlito yanks Flair's arm behind him and begins to yank away at the heavy tape binding the veteran's elbow and arm.

Carlito wrenches Flair's arm in a mat-bound arm bar with Flair's arm clamped between Carlito's legs. Flair cries out in agony before getting his leg on the ropes to get the ref to break the hold.

Flair struggles to his feet and he and the younger competitor exchange more chest chops with Flair gaining ground on the assault.

Carlito goes for the back cracker and his ass eats mat as Flair moves out of the way. Flair then goes for Carlito's legs, attempting to weaken them, much in the way he did at the PPV.

The two men go to the ropes with Flair dodging out of the way to send Carlito flying over the ropes and crashing to the outside. An exhausted Flair flops to the ground outside and both men fail to reach the ring by the count of ten, resulting in a Double-Count Out by the ref.

Not content with the ruling, Carlito attacks Flair and nails him with the newly-rechristened "Back Stabber" before going for a second one on the mats outside the ring. (It would be truly inspired if WWE kicked in some royalties to the O'Jays for a Caribbean Flavored remix of "Backstabbers" for some new Carlito theme music.) Flair is in pain on the ground as Carlito takes a huge chunk out of his apple, which conveniently sitting at ringside now in place of Torrie Wilson.

This is obviously Flair Country as a loud female fan very audibly yells at Carlito, "I hope you choke on your apple!" Whether she followed the initial verbage up with either "You swine!" or "You suck!" is still debatable. Nevertheless, Carlito is not endearing himself to anyone.

Ric Flair, as always, is fun to watch. However, I cannot say enough of how tired I am of this pairing. Both men need to move on to other feuds. This has been going nowhere for months besides back and forth in the same, stagnant place. I'd be happy seeing either in some sort of a main event contender spot considering the generous amount of room at the top now with so many spots vacated.

After the break, Melina prepares to compete against Candice Michelle, vying win an actual #1 Contender spot and challenge Melina for the Title should she win. Candice Michelle seems to be attempting a metamorphosis to Trish Stratus, sporting blonder hair and a jacket from Trish's days as a valet for T&A….And a pink bikini top screaming for a wardrobe malfunction.

Melina yanks back on Candice's neck against the ring ropes before running back with momentum and nailing Candice across the back with a hard leg. Melina is vicious in her assault on Candice, pummeling Candice's back by stretching her arms back and bending the girl backwards over her boots, thrusting them into the small of her spine.

Melina then goes to the ropes again to up the ante of her assault, wrapping Candice in the ropes and then hooking both of her own legs into the ropes , pulling back even more on Candice, working on her competitor's back.

Melina ends up groining herself on the ropes, running at Candice again with her competitor moving out of the way.

Candice lands a dropkick on Melina and I'm stunned. So is Melina, as evidenced by the two count gained by Ms. Michelle. Candice then goes for another pin, scoring an upset, pinning Melina with an extremely nice and athletic looking bridge. Candice has earned herself a shot at the Women's Title.

Melina shakes her head in disbelief that she lost.

I have to admit that Candice Michelle has been showing a lot of improvement. She's the only one of the New Breed of Diva Search refuse that has been making a concerted effort to learn how to wrestle, and surprisingly, is doing a really good job of it. I don't know if she's ready to hold the strap just yet, but I have to give her a lot of credit for trying to go the Trish Stratus route, even if I'm not loving the blonde-ish hair. Nevertheless, Melina makes a terrific heel and I enjoy watching just how vicious and innovative she is with her maneuvers. There just may be hope for the Women's Division yet! I'm not holding my breath, but there's still hope!

Backstgage, Khali is yelling at his translator in Wookie, dwarfing the little Ewok of a multi-linguist as elsewhere, Lashley makes his way out to the ring ready to face the first of several gauntlet competitors slated for the night.

Lashley comes out and the crowd is heavily into him as he prepares for his first match of the night. The Masterpiece, Chris Masters is on his way to the ring, ripe for the J.O.B.-ing. Carlito must have handed off the evil facial hair to him backstage since Masters is now wearing it.

I spot a "Hogan Can't Wrestle" sign in the audience and get a good laugh. That one gets the "Sign of the Night" award.

The two men lock up and both men work on one another's arms. Masters dodges a running gore from Lashley and Lashley hits his shoulder on the ring post. With Lashley's arm and shoulder weakened, he valiantly pummels Masters with punches before Masters sends him flying backwards to the mat, calling for the Master Lock.

Masters locks his trademark hold on Lashley as King and J.R. laud him as the only man to ever break the Master Lock. Lashley reaches the ropes and the ref forces Masters to break the hold. Masters hammers at Lashley on the ropes and Lashley counters with a few punches to the breadbasket before back-body dropping Masters and then scooping him up for a powerslam. Lashley gets a two count and Masters kicks out.

Lashley then goes for several headbutts to Masters' stomach. Masters dodges out of the way and hits Lashley with a pointed elbow. Lashley recovers enough to land a spear to Masters, putting the Masterpiece down for the count. Lashley has conquered his first obstacle for the night.

The match was hum-drum. Masters didn't look too into it, probably not loving his status as Most Jacked Jobber Ever. Lashley looked good and sold the arm/shoulder injury throughout the match. He's very athletic and moves exceedingly well for a guy as muscular as he is and can maintain a fast pace, even doing three matches in one night.

Prior to the next commercial break, tinkly music plays as J.R. and King discuss Shawn Michaels' injury, with clips of Judgment Day showing Shawn Michaels dazed on the mat, his eyes glazed over like donuts.

Afterwards, Shelton Benjamin and Charlie Haas join J.R. and The King (Lawler, not Elvis) at the announce table. Apparently, given the past couple weeks, the announce table is becoming the Merv Griffin Show for tag teams on RAW. Not nearly as much fun as guests as Cade and Murdoch have been, the World's Greatest Tag Team are there strictly to scope out their competition, The Hardy Boys.

The Hardys' opponents for the night are the makeshift duo of Kenny Dykstra and Johnny Nitro, both wearing matching maroon and gold, with Kenny rocking the bike shorts style he seemed to be so fond of as a singles competitor. This is an odd combination for a tag team. The only common thread I can see is that they're both dating two of the only competent women's wrestlers in the division. I can't really think of a good title for that tag team theme. Maybe "We Train At Home" or "AKW-squared" for "Ass Kickers With Ass Kicking Women". Or going from another angle, there's the simple "Hey! WWE Kicked My Partner(s) Out, Too!"

Dykstra and Matt Hardy start the match and instantly, Nitro distracts Hardy by tapping him from the outside. Kenny capitalizes by grabbing Hardy's legs and Matt flops over backwards over Dykstra's knees following an elbow by Nitro.

Nitro sails over the top rope and drops a high knee onto Hardy as Kenny tags in Nitro.
Jeff Hardy is tagged in and unleashes a flurry of moves, including what looked almost like a BrainBuster on Nitro. Jeff dials up a Sunset Flip from the top rope to Nitro for the pin.

Before you can say "Yo! Bum Rush the Show!", The World's Greatest Tag Team leaps from their perch at the announce table and join Nitro and Dykstra in some clobbering time on the Hardys.

Cade and Murdoch do a run-in from the back to save Matt and Jeff and clear the ring. Cade and Matt hold hands but Jeff shrugs off Trevor the Cable Guy's gesture to raise his hand in victory.

Not a bad match, in spite of how brief it was. I was pleasantly surprised by the relatively seamless team work by Dykstra and Nitro as a unit. Not bad. Maybe since Kenny has been away for awhile and not being rammed down my throat as a 20-year-old superstar, like OMG!, the blinders are off and he's looking really good in the ring.

I'm not quite sure what this angle is trying to accomplish, but I predict it is probably setting up an 8-man tag with the Hardys and Cade & Murdoch possibly teaming up against TWGTT and Kenny and Johnny Nitro. I'm sure a heel turn by Cade and Murdoch is going to be inevitable, but I'm really liking this Good Ol' Boy Good Sportsmanship gimmick. If an 8-Man Tag goes down, it would be interesting should Cade & Murdoch turn and make it 6-on-2.

Before another break, Khali and his teeny tiny Transistor Translator make their way down to the ring. And boy is he mad. You wouldn't like Khali when he's angry.

At Judgment Day, The Great Hindu Hope did the World's Largest Gene Kelly Impersonation, tapping out to John Cena. First Sanjaya, and now The Great Khali have been toppled in India's quest for greatness in two prominent American arenas.

The Transistor Translator announces Khali as "the man who should be WWE Champion" before Khali garbles something and his little friend interprets it. The Great Khali makes Andre the Giant sound like Richard Harris by comparison. Transistor Translator does a good job of referring to The Great Khali with hardly a personal pronoun in sight as he mentions how "The Great Khali's foot was under the rope", reviewing footage from the PPV in which, yes, Khali's gigantic foot was under the ring rope (not on it) for a split second. The referee screwed The Great Khali, as well as all the fans. And most of all, John Cena screwed The Great Khali.

Continuing with the boycott of the pronouns "he" or "his" in lieu of "The Great Khali," Transistor Translator elaborates that John Cena never knocked The Great Khali off of his feet. He had to resort to using the steel stairs against the 7 foot plus giant. Both Khali and his translator call out Cena as a coward, with the little guy singing the praises of his extra-big buddy, saying that The Great Khali could defeat Cena on that ramp. The Great Khali could defeat Cena in the audience. The Great Khali could defeat Cena in a Burger King bathroom. You get the picture.

Hit the World's Most Annoying Theme Music and John Cena, this time with his spinning title belt rightfully on his shoulder once more, makes his entrance.

Cena admits that Khali's foot was under the bottom rope. He also mentions that he made The Great Khali tap out and is highly affronted by being called a coward. The Champ also admits to his fear of Khali prior to the match.

Cena is fired up and wants a rematch, getting in Khali's face as the giant swats him to the canvas like a fly before lifting him into a double-handed chokeslam. Cena hits the mat hard.

I'm not sure what to make of this. Apparently, from what I understand, the Cena/Khali PPV match was much better than expected with a lot of props going to Cena, even from some of the Hatorade-chugging fans, giving John Cena his due for coaxing a solid, entertaining, and even believable match out of Khali.

However, to have Cena chokeslammed again by Khali right after he had beaten him at the PPV and continuing the RAW theme for Cena/Khali for several weeks prior to Judgment Day is another instance of wheel spinning. I'm not quite sure what they're trying to accomplish here. Maybe it's another case of RAW's creative team trying to figure out what direction to take with so many injuries, roster cuts, and roster transfers that the brand has been hit with.

Up next is Bobby Lashley Runs the Gauntlet, Part 2. This time, his opponent is BigVis and his even bigger pair of pajamas. If I wasn't recapping, this is exactly the point I would either hit the kitchen for some toast and tea, or the bathroom to crap out said toast and tea before bedtime.

Instead, I'm treated to Vis slapping Lashley across the mush before Bobby fires back with some chops of his own. Vis attemts a very low, grounded cartwheel and clips Lashley with it. Not bad. Vis then smooshes Lashley in the corner. Some "Bobby" chants break out from the crowd and part of me hopes that Bobby "The Brain" Heenan is making a guest appearance. Vis runs at Lahshley who dodges another smoosh and then spears Vis for the pin.

Eh. It was what it was. I wasn't expecting greatness from this one, but it was slightly better than I expected.

Up next, we're reminded of how recently, a bunch of largely worthless RAW Divas appeared in Timbaland's new music video, "Throw It On Me" Probably in preparation for the nightmare known as Diva Search, Version 4.0, WWE in their infinite wisdom decides to bombard us with another diva-tastic display featuring Torrie Wilson, Ashley Masarro, Maryse, Leyla, Kelly, and Brooke (Yeah. WHO? That's what I said.)

As Timbaland winds up with "Throw It On Me," I'm ready to "Throw It Up" referring to my delightful dinner of fruit salad. (Yes, I've been on a very high-fiber diet as of late between the fruit salad, whole wheat toast, and green tea. I've been releasing more chocolate hostages than WWE has been releasing wrestlers from their contracts over the past few weeks.)

In addition to the Divas, there is also a cameo by The Hives, whom I hate. The clip is done in a black and white, Frank Miller's Sin City style with bursts of red punching up the black and white. The Big Fat Guy in The Hives mugs the camera and again, I wish I was taking a dump. The only thing that could have been worse was if they let the Divas sing. (Jillian Hall, where art thou?)

Actually, the Timbaland song isn't bad at all. I actually think he's a very good producer for the hip-hop genre and creates some very catchy stuff. Although I can't approve of The Hives as his choice to incorporate a dose of rock into "Throw It On Me," the addition of some genre-hopping works rather well and it's a good song. While the Divas are somewhat grating, they're still a step better than the gyrating hood-rats usually populating MTV fare.

After the Diva Drive-By, J.R. and Lawler elaborate on Shawn Michaels' condition and his concussion sustained and exacerbated at Judgment Day. Randy Orton, wearing a rather spiffy, embroidered black shirt enters the ring to address the crowd.

Orton's speech is punctuated with clips from Judgment Day showing Shawn dazed and confused, looking like he just fell asleep with his contacts still in and waking up during the middle of the night. The clips tell the story of how Randy Orton almost won match by forfeit after clobbering HBK backstage prior to the match, the doctor not clearing Shawn, and Michaels still driven to compete in the match.

Orton kinda-sorta-but-not-really apologizes to the still-gorgeous Mrs. HBK, Rebecca who had cried over her husband in the middle of the ring at the PPV, but then mentions how an injury is a target and that he did what any professional would have done to beat Shawn Michaels. He beat him not because of a concussion, but because he's Randy Orton…Legend Killer. (Kinda like Fred Garvin… Male Prostitute.) The camera closes up on Randy Orton who seems intensely intent.

The extent of Shawn Michaels' real-life knee injury is unknown, as is exactly how long he will be out. However, hopefully during his absence and period of recovery, he'll look up the doctor that did Chavo Miracle Grow-Hair-o's plugs or take in a tour of the Bosley Hair Restoration clinic that they seem to advertise quite a bit of on RAW's commercial breaks. Let's face it, part and parcel of Shawn Michaels' "Heartbreak Kid" gimmick is having lustrous locks. His gimmick hasn't changed and it would be ridiculous at this stage in his career to re-invent himself as the Thinning Haired Middle Aged Kid errr.. Guy or even riffing off of his former Cliq-Mate, as Scott "Razor Ramon" Hall as "The Bald Guy". As is the case with Ric Flair, some gimmicks are so good that they can last for an entire career.

Considering how soon his return may be, a feud with Orton would be an ideal time to bring back some old school Shawn Michaels. While we're strolling down Memory Lane here, part of me would love to see the return of the ego-maniac Shawn Michaels I remember from my youth. Yes, I'm talking about the Shawn Michaels whose dazzling smile, plush chest hair, flowing mane, belt-covered groin decorated the wall of my bedroom and later, college dorm room. I want to see the Shawn Michaels who inspired me to shake off my first real bender (provided by three pounders of Shaeffer beer and an undisclosed amount of shots of Jim Beam per can) to watch his Monday Night RAW match against Yokozuna. So, Shawn, please do all of us ladies (and some of the guys) who enjoyed watching you dance around in your assless chap glory back in the day and get a little help up top and bring back some of the old swagger from the Attitude Era. I still think that could work, especially with Orton.

Beyond that, I'm looking forward to seeing Michaels' back in ring action. Bum knee or not, the guy puts on some tremendous matches with guys at least 15 years younger than him. Along with Ric Flair, it's great seeing guys of a certain age doing what they love and doing it incredibly well. Some of the youngins have a lot they could learn from both men.

Although I may be in the small minority here, I'm really hoping that WWE elevates Randy Orton to a top level spot. They may be forced to give him a push in spite of having sent the third-generation superstar home from England and his past hijinx involving certain divas handbags. (Bless his heart, I think Randy Orton knows a thing or two about a high-fiber diet himself, which is probably another reason I like the kid so much.) I think if given an opportunity, he can run with it and entertain the hell out of the fans. Let's face it, there's not a whole hell of a lot happening on RAW.

Which brings us to one of the last matches of the night, Umaga vs. Bobby Lashley. Umaga makes his entrance, pounding on the steel steps leading to the ring and landing a boot (or bare foot, in Umaga's case) to Lashley's face. He whips him to corner and Lahsley kicks Umaga. Umaga grounds Lashley with a brutal clotehesline before splashing the former ECW champ, then kicking Lashley in the back followed by a double-axe-handle to his back.

Lashley punches Umga before Umaga goes and rakes Lashley's back, sending him to the corner, punch him in the head and backing him up. Umaga wings his competitor to opposite corner and then Lashley clips Umaga with a boot.

Undaunted, Umaga continues on, clamping Lashley into a bear hug, squeezing him down to the canvas and on his knees. Lashley starts to struggle to his feet, hurling a fist to Umaga's back to try and pummel his way out of it. He manages to back himself up and out of the hold, bouncing off the ropes and launching himself to Umaga. Umga picks him up in mid-air and then hurls him backwards for a Samoan Drop followed by a headbutt.

Umaga goes to top rope and then headbutts Lashley again, who rolls out of the way and neither one of them look too inclined to getting up as the ref begins a count to ten. Both men are up and Lashley comes alive with fists to Umaga.

Umaga kicks back and rushes Lashley, eating ring post in the process. A flying horizontal elbow from Lashley battering rams Umaga out of the ring and towards the Announcer's tables. Something's going to get demolished and it might just be the timekeeper as Umaga clobbers Lashley with a kick to the ribs outside the ring in midair and then starts grabbing various utensils from outside the ring.

Umaga clobbers Lashley in the head with as steel chair. The ref deems the bout a disqualification and Bobby Lashley wins the match.

Lashley's next opponent in rapid succession is Shane McMahon who comes out with Vince, toting the belt. Lashley struggles to his feet and the ref asks him if he wants to continue with what will be Lashley's final match of the night. Lashley gives the green light and it's on.

Shane hits him with a barrage of fists and then several knees to the back as his Pops looks on with intent. Taking a page out of Melina's book, Shane yanks back on Lashley's neck against the ropes. He sets Lashley up against the steel ring posts before baseball sliding directly into him, using the posts to deliver a Luger-esque torture rack from the outside with the ring post acting as a pair of shoulders.

Umaga is going whacky again on the outside and brandishes a steel chair above his head, preparing to clock Lashley. Both Shane and Vince attempt to control the Samoan Bulldozer (man, I miss Armando Estrada!) and get him to put the chair down so as not to cause one more DQ. Umaga is banished to the back by the McMahons and hauls it to the back as the match carries on. Lashley has recovered some strength and goes for a nearfall roll up on Shane. He starts trouncing Shane and then takes him out with a Spinebuster. Shane gets the shoulder up and Lashley is in Pin-Denied! Land

Jim Ross refers to Vince as "The Dr. of Hardcore" and Shane as his "Demon Seed" as the younger McMahon hits an awesome DDT on Lashley and nearly pins him. He capitalizes with hard elbows dropped before going for a Boston Crab. Lashley tries to make it to the ropes but ends up using his legs to jettison Shane off of his back. More hammered fists from Shane before he goes to the top and tries for a flying elbow to Lashley's lower back. Shane covers him but fails to hook the leg and Lashley kicks out, only to be locked into a Camel Clutch by Shane. (Shane has more of an impressive arsenal of maneuvers than most of the legit roster members of RAW.)

Lashley picks up Shane on his back and rams him to the corner. After several hard right hands to Shane, he picks him up and prepares to slam him. Lashley's back gives out and he drops to the canvas. Shane goes to the top and is speared mid-air by Lashley who covers him for the pin. Vince does not look pleased as the corner credits hit and the screen fades out. It looks like Lashley is going to earn that Street Fight spot at One Night Stand after all.

Overall, while the matches weren't bad, this episode of RAW seemed to grasp at straws for some sort of post-PPV direction, particularly with so many injuries and personnel shifts. It was average, at best. Lashley just may be the company's new top-man. Hopefully, they don't burn him out too quickly. He's very good, but I'm hoping they learn from their mistakes with John Cena that as well-liked as a wrestler may be, if you feature him too heavily during 2+ hours of programming, they tend to wear out their welcome rather quickly. I'm sure in the coming weeks, we'll see where RAW is headed and who transitions to the top slots in light of all of the recent developments.