Once upon a time, wrestling was a regressive place for women. The industry leader, the WWE, was very much a boys club, owned and controlled by an old pervert who got his rocks off by forcing one of the women who worked for him to strip off her clothes and bark like a dog as the masses roared in approval. Women were trotted out as a bit of eye candy to perform in between the matches that actually mattered, and to the extent that they were ever given a story, it was essentially a variation on the same mean girls story over and over again.
But one day, the old pervert's daughter found some gumption and rode in on a white horse. Drawing inspiration from her husband, who one night singlehandedly turned around the Monday Night Wars by driving a tank to Monday Nitro and screaming "LET MY PEOPLE GO," Stephanie McMahon rode in on a white horse and decided that women were going to get a respected place in the very company that her husband once saved at that fateful Monday Nitro.
In a compelling piece of television, one night on Monday Night Raw, Stephanie McMahon strode brazenly to the ring and started reciting names of the company's best female wrestlers, declaring that they would be in factions together. Then, to show how serious she truly was that this was going to be a new day, she sent out a company memo that demanded that every announcer say "divas revolution" in every sentence during all subsequent women's matches. These steps did not necessarily make great sense on the surface, but as the famous saying goes, Stephanie works in mysterious ways.
The "divas revolution" morphed into the "women's revolution" over time, and women were able to break new ground with things like their own Money in the Bank, Royal Rumble, and Hell in a Cell matches. On a particularly progressive note, they were even allowed to watch the WWE's first Saudi Arabia event on an HD feed. Tonight marks the culmination of Stephanie McMahon's incredible singlehanded efforts of the past couple of years, as the WWE will put on a women-only PPV event.
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In all seriousness, I am glad that they've built up a good women's division in the company, and if you can block out the nauseating self-congratulatory nonsense that is 100% certain to be splattered all over this broadcast, I'm optimistic that it could be a good show, even if I'm disheartened by the LMS (LWS) stip on the Charlotte-Becky match.
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