Chael is making his entrance, for a split second he trips on a rug. He recovers very quickly and doesn’t miss a beat. But it was close to being a situation where Chael loses his balance, crashes into Ariel’s desk and breaks all his bobbleheads.
He doesn’t really have stances anymore, near as I can tell. Everything he does is some angle and he chooses opinions to have based on “what’s good for the business”. Business in this context meaning getting as many casual fans hyped for bullshit storylines that don’t have anything to do with reality or fighting.
Please cut Uncle Chael a break. After all, he had to grow up on the Mean Streets of West Lynn, Oregon. Chael is still reliving the trauma of only having the maid come twice a week, seeing people blatantly litter the streets and having to watch his friends, the twins, share a Mercedes for their 16th birthday. The poor guy had to put his own clothes in the hamper, they didn’t just jump in there by themselves. Ariel was just mesmerized by being that close to greatness and perhaps a bit afraid of the largest arms in the world.