The Collision We Didn't Know We Needed

It is March 29, 2026. Let's be brutally honest for a second. We watch professional wrestling for a lot of reasons. We appreciate the high work rate, the intricate storytelling, the twenty-minute technical masterpieces. But sometimes, deep down in our lizard brains, we just want to see two absolute units throw meat at each other.

That brings us to the 2026 Men's Royal Rumble. The moment Oba Femi and Brock Lesnar locked eyes in the middle of the ring.

The collective gasp from the crowd wasn't about work rate. It was about physics. You had Lesnar, the final boss of WWE for the better part of two decades, staring up—yes, staring up—at a guy who looks like he was built in a secret laboratory underneath the Performance Center. The collision that followed was brief, violent, and exactly what it needed to be.

Naturally, everyone has an opinion on this now. And when it comes to massive humans evaluating other massive humans, Kevin Nash's thoughts actually carry some weight. Nash recently weighed in on the developing feud, and honestly, he's right on the money.

Nash knows what it takes to get over when your primary attribute is being terrifyingly large. He gets the mechanics of the monster push. When Nash talks about the dynamics between Lesnar and Femi, he's looking at the box office appeal. It's not about wrist locks. It's about car crashes.

Kevin Nash looking at this feud is fascinating because Nash was the original giant who knew how to work smart, not just hard. Back in the mid-90s, Nash redefined what a big man could do in terms of presence and psychology. When Nash evaluates Lesnar and Femi, he's calculating the minimal required movement for maximum crowd reaction.

Nash understands that a single, perfectly timed clothesline from a guy who weighs nearly 300 pounds is worth fifty superkicks from a guy who weighs 170. He sees Femi doing exactly that. Femi isn't out there doing standing shooting star presses. He's throwing human beings into the third row. That's big man wrestling.

The Reality of Brock in 2026

Let's talk about Brock Lesnar in 2026. We know the drill. He shows up, he suplexes people into dust, he hits an F-5, he collects a massive check, and he goes back to Saskatchewan to hunt something.

But here's the secret about Brock that doesn't get talked about enough. He is incredibly generous when he respects you. If Lesnar doesn't think you belong in the ring with him, you get the Dean Ambrose WrestleMania 32 special. A flat, uninspired match where Brock is clearly checking his watch.

If he respects you? He bumps like a madman. Look at his matches with AJ Styles or Daniel Bryan. And at the Rumble, Brock didn't just stand there. He fed into Femi. He made Femi look like a legitimate, world-ending threat. That tells you everything you need to know about how management—and Brock himself—views the former NXT powerhouse.

Look at Brock's history with fellow super-heavyweights. It's a mixed bag. The Braun Strowman matches were mostly underwhelming because Braun was still green. The Omos match at WrestleMania 39 was a fun spectacle, but it was strictly an attraction. Omos is huge, but he doesn't have the explosive athleticism that Brock demands.

Oba Femi is different. Femi isn't just tall. He's incredibly thick, he has a terrifyingly low center of gravity, and he moves like a linebacker. He is one of the few humans on earth who can match Lesnar's explosive burst. When Lesnar shoots for a double-leg takedown on Femi, he's going to hit a brick wall. The sheer kinetic energy of these two colliding is what makes this a main-event level attraction.

The Creative Danger Zone

Here is where I start sweating, though. WWE has a historical blind spot when it comes to booking two monsters simultaneously.

They love the initial collision. They love the staredown. But the follow-through? That's where the wheels usually fall off. We've seen it a hundred times. They book themselves into a corner where neither guy can look weak, so we get cheap disqualifications, count-outs, or interference.

If they run Lesnar vs. Femi, there has to be a definitive winner. None of this 50/50 booking nonsense. If Oba Femi hits a pop-up powerbomb on Lesnar, Brock needs to stay down for the three count. If Lesnar wins, it needs to be because he had to empty the entire tank to do it.

Protecting both guys by doing a schmoz finish is the coward's way out. Femi doesn't need to be protected from a clean loss to Brock Lesnar. Nobody does. But he absolutely needs to be protected from terrible creative decisions.

This is exactly the kind of feud WWE needs right now to break up the monotony. Don't get me wrong, the Bloodline cinematic universe is great. Cody Rhodes is a fantastic champion. But RAW and SmackDown can get bogged down in overly scripted promos and melodramatic backstage segments. We get twenty-minute opening promos where four different people come out to interrupt each other.

Femi and Lesnar bypass all of that. You don't need a contract signing. You don't need a special guest referee. You don't need Paul Heyman delivering a Shakespearean soliloquy, although that wouldn't hurt. You just need the ring bell to ring. It's a palette cleanser. It reminds us that professional wrestling is, at its core, a simulated fight.

The Road to Las Vegas

We are exactly 21 days away from WrestleMania 41 in Las Vegas. The card is already loaded. You've got Cody Rhodes defending. You've got the Bloodline drama. You've got John Cena's farewell tour soaking up the spotlight.

Where does a Godzilla vs. Kong match fit into that?

You don't put these two in a ring at the Rumble, tease the collision of the century, and then put it on ice. Wrestling fans have zero attention span. You strike while the iron is molten hot.

Whether it happens in Vegas, or they save the main course for WWE Backlash in May, the build needs to start right now. No more subtle hints. We need broken announce tables. We need backstage brawls that require half the locker room to break up.

Femi's Terrifying Ascension

Think about Oba Femi's trajectory. A year ago, he was tossing people around the CWC in Orlando. Now, he's casually stepping to the most dangerous man in company history.

It's a terrifying leap. The main roster is littered with the corpses of NXT call-ups who were exposed the minute the bright lights hit them. Femi hasn't blinked. He moves with a quiet, menacing confidence that you simply cannot teach. You either have that aura or you don't.

If you watched Femi in NXT, you saw the blueprint being laid down. He wasn't just squashing enhancement talent. He was having brutal, physical matches with guys who could actually go. He learned how to pace a heavyweight title match without relying strictly on rest holds. That experience is invaluable. You can't just throw a big guy on RAW and expect him to know how to work a main event style. Femi already has those reps under his belt. He knows when to sell, and more importantly, he knows when to completely ignore offense and walk through a punch.

Think about the mechanics of an F-5 on a guy Femi's size. Brock is incredibly strong, but there is a limit to human biomechanics. We saw him struggle slightly with Omos, purely due to the awkwardness of the lift. Femi is shorter than Omos but considerably denser. If Lesnar manages to hoist him up and deliver it cleanly, the pop in Allegiant Stadium is going to register on the Richter scale. Conversely, if Femi slips out and counters with that devastating pop-up powerbomb, the roof comes off the building.

Brock Lesnar has built a career on smelling fear. When he looks across the ring, he usually sees guys who are trying to remember their spots or hoping they don't get dropped on their heads. When he looked at Oba Femi, he saw a brick wall that was looking right back at him.

This is the most compelling non-title program WWE has right now. It doesn't need a belt. It doesn't need a twenty-minute monologue to open Monday Night RAW. It just needs two large, angry men trying to put each other through the mat.

Kevin Nash sees the dollar signs. Brock Lesnar clearly sees the potential. Now it's on Triple H and the creative team to not screw it up.

Let them fight. Period.