WWE: Where everything is trivial and treasured moments don't happen

Ah, Baron. Poor, sweet Baron. He did nothing wrong last night.

And yet...Baron Corbin exemplified the precise problem with WWE television nowadays.

I think you know what I'm talking about, don't you? Last night, WWE had another one of those "moments;" a moment in time where the crowd sparked like lightning rippling across the sky. AJ Styles and Shinsuke Nakamura bore into each other with a intensity rivaled only by the surging eagerness of St. Louis.

Slowly, the two stars - and the two were bonafide stars in that moment - lifted the ladder and moved it aside. Dueling chants for either wrestler rained down from the stands. Nakamura and Styles clashed with startling intensity.

And then Baron Corbin arrived, ruining the mood like with all the grace of a child sitting on a whoopie cushion.

'But that's great heat!' Some will exclaim. Is it? Because the final image I saw tonight was the fans leaving single-filed without a backward glance as Corbin did the arbitrary corner pose wrestlers seem to love so much.

WWE's gone to a similar well several times this year, teasing fans with a delicious steak before stuffing them full of saltine crackers. Hell, let's just look at the past 6 months. At the Royal Rumble, WWE teased a special #30 entrant. We got Roman Reigns. They used that "heat" to stuff us full of a Randy Orton victory that left no one satisfied.

For the record, that's not heat; that's annoying.

At Fastlane, WWE teased a Kevin Owens who could strategize and dismantle Goldberg. What we got was more of the same from Goldberg - a swift Spear and Jackhammer.

At WrestleMania, WWE teased supernatural shenanigans in Orton vs. Wyatt. We got bugs. At Payback, they teased a Balor/Lesnar feud the likes of which we've not seen since David and Goliath themselves. Instead, we get a heel slinking in to steal away victory.

And then this. Hell, they did it with the women's ladder match too! And now we've got two heels holding the world titles, two heels holding the briefcases, and a lot of blue balls. This show didn't produce heat for me; it inspired annoyance and weariness.

I'm annoyed that I even watched this show; I knew the men's ladder match would be excellent and I would be disappointed with the outcome. The predictability is incredible.

I'm also weary. Of all this. Of not having fun moments with faces that I can get behind. They had a chance here and whiffed with all the grace of child at their first tee-ball game. Television ratings continue to slide and I've just started a new job. I've got issues in my life that need attending and I just cannot commit much time to wrestling if it won't be fun.

Pair all of that with the rumors of Lesnar running through the Raw roster until his match with Roman and it's like I'm staring into the void itself. It's a void filled with monotony and mild agitation.

So this is my proverbial warning shot, I guess. I love wrestling. But I also have things to do with my life. And if WWE's not there to actually provide a fulfilling sort of entertainment, maybe it's time to move on.

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