Last night was probably the most awe-inspiring moment I'd witnessed in WWE in a long time, potentially even more so than The Rock coming back the first time in 2011/2012. Now, as I'm sure you're aware, last night was "Old School RAW." So, we got our "wooooooo" quota, our random Ron Simmons appearance (sadly, no "DAMN!" moment), and a couple moments where the past and present collided, such as the awkward-ass Sgt. Slaughter dance break after he refereed the Khali/Sandow match. We even got to get even more clusterfucked by the "Daniel Wyatt" storyline. All that paled in comparison to the end of the show.
And I completely lost my shit!
The crowd did seem a bit confused as to who Jake was, but I didn't give two shits about the crowd. I was like "ZOMFGJAKETHESNAKEISONMYTVANDHESGOTTHESNAKEHESGOTTHESNAKEOMFG" and had the Ambrose grin on my face, because I knew. I knew that I'd witnessed something that I never thought I'd see again. Not only was the match impressive. Not only did Reigns get one of the biggest pops of the night. Not only did I get to see Billy Gunn and Road Dogg still prove that they could kick some ass themselves. I got to see Jake the Snake. With "Damien." On live TV. In 2014.
Only thing better would've been seeing it live, but some personal issues came up.