There was some good, bad and ugly here which is how it goes with WWE pay-per-view events, how it’s always been really – but certainly in recent years the idea of a classic card with very little in the way of filler seems a distant memory. And this, the 32nd iteration of Summerslam, one of the classic original PPV events seemed to lurch and stumble, though it was not without some good moments.
Natalya vs. Becky Lynch in a submissions match for the WWE Raw Women’s Championship was a good, solid draw with no real thrills and maybe not quite enough spills but it certainly wasn’t filler. Two very dependable players selling some good story-points and the crows was into it enough.
The return of Goldberg did nothing for me and it seemed like the crowd thought it was pretty silly too – Dolph Ziggler is such a team player though. And he’s the guy you want in charge of a cul-de-sac lemonade stand because he would sell all day!
I am sick of AJ Styles in the WWE – but that’s been the case since he first got there. Might not be the ‘right’ opinion but I think he was one of TNA’s great innovators and WWE has buried most of his magic. Still, at least he wasn’t fighting Randy Orton.
Randy Orton was fighting Kofi Kingston for the WWE Championship – and though Kofi is, I guess, WWE’s version of someone like AJ (in that this is where the WWE style has worked for a legitimate high-flyer) I just couldn’t care about this.
I did like the comeback/retirement match for Trish Stratus though. Charlotte know how to play it and Trish got her sign-off moment. This is classic WWE – and they can never go to this well once too often. It always worked. As it did here.
I never want to see Shane McMahon in any more matches – but it seems to be that any time I tune in these days there he is puffing and blowing and putting what’s left of his body on the line. Please. Make it stop.
I also don’t care at all – and never have – for Bray Wyatt.
So there was not a lot for me on this card in actual fact.
But the big finale was a shorter match than we might normally see to end – and this worked. Just under 14 minutes for Seth Rollins and Brock Lesnar to tell a mighty story. Great form from both. And again, I’ve never liked Brock. He’s just Dino Bravo 2.0. But this was one of his best outings.
So a mixed-bag for me this time around with Summerslam. The good stuff pretty good. The boring stuff very boring. That’s probably not much of a review but it’s all this one deserves.