The internet is currently a warzone over Sol Ruca

If you spent more than five minutes on wrestling Twitter after the WWE Clash in Italy, you would think the world was ending. The discourse surrounding Sol Ruca has hit a fever pitch, and frankly, it is exhausting. The core of the argument stems from her recent outing, which critics claim felt manufactured, robotic, and devoid of the chaotic magic that usually defines her ceiling.

The purists are out in force. They hate the way the match was laid out, pointing out that every transition felt telegraphed. One user on the subreddit noted that watching Ruca was like watching a spreadsheet move, where every suplex and kick was marked down three minutes before it happened. It is the classic struggle of performance versus production, and the fans are not having it.

Then you have the Booker T contingent. He is not ready to flush her career down the drain just yet. He went on record noting that while the match struggled, it is part of the growing pains for someone still finding their footing. It is a reasonable take, even if it ignores the fact that some fans wanted a barn burner, not a developmental masterclass in mechanical execution.

Booker T isn’t writing off Sol Ruca after WWE Clash in Italy — but he definitely thinks she has some growing to do.

The skeptics are loud, and they have receipts. They mention the lack of spontaneity. A big move, like a backflip or a high-angle drop, loses all its luster when you can see the opponent standing in position five seconds early. It turns a wrestling match into a choreographed gymnastics meet.

But the contrarians are spinning a different yarn. They argue that this level of structure is exactly what a young performer needs to avoid injury and build reliability. They look at the stats, noting that keeping to a script is how you get booked on bigger cards. If you cannot hit your marks, you are not getting the push.

Here is my take: both sides are missing the forest for the trees. The match did lack the grit of an unscripted street fight, but expecting a polished improviser every night is delusional. Ruca is learning the business, and unfortunately, she is learning it on a global stage where every mistake is analyzed by four thousand redditors with nothing better to do.

We also need to mention the booking. If the agents demand a structured match, the performer is tied to that script. Maybe the issue is not the wrestler; maybe the issue is the rigid hand holding going on behind the curtain. We see this often in recent reports on her performance, where the focus has been on her technical mechanics rather than her character work.

Is she too robotic? Maybe. But is she a bust? Absolutely not. She has the raw athleticism to hit a 450 splash during a scramble, but she needs the freedom to chain it together without checking her notes. If the brass keeps pulling the strings this tight, she will never break out.

The reality is that fans are impatient. They want the next superstar yesterday. They want the flair, the charisma, and the technical brilliance of a ten-year veteran in a body that has barely seen five years of regional work. It is an unfair standard that kills momentum before it even starts.

When we look at her performance in Italy, we saw a wrestler trying to satisfy a script instead of the crowd. That is a failure of the machine, not the gear. If she gets off the leash, we might see the hype hold water next time. For now, we are left arguing over whether she is a victim of the booking or just not ready for the big room.

Ultimately, the stronger argument lies with those who recognize the growing pains. Wrestlers are not static code you can update with a patch. You have to let them fail, let them go off script, and let them find their rhythm. If management is too scared to let that happen, we will continue to see these hollow matches that leave the audience cold.

We are just 8 days away from the World Cup, and while the football crowd is busy with their brackets, wrestling fans are stuck in this circular debate. It is a weird time to be a fan, where we have more access to opinions than ever, yet somehow we agree on less. Take a breath, stop looking for the next legend every single week, and let the performers actually work.