Once more, Monday rolls around, and this is our last show before Hell in a Cell this weekend – reminder to self, get some sleep before the weekend – so no doubt very little is actually going to happen, and we’re mostly going to be looking at the matches to come at the PPV. Raw comes to us from Minneapolis, Minnesota, two places I can’t spell.
Welcome to Monday Night RAW!
Welcome to SmackDown Live! This being the first show after the first SmackDown Live exclusive PPV, we open with a recap of the important events of Backlash. Shane and Daniel took centre stage to start us off, Becky became champion, Miz retained, Kane beat up Bray Wyatt, Slater and Rhyno got the championships and Slater earned his contract, and AJ became our new champion.
Short recap for time today, guys, work’s getting busy, and the joy that is the summer holidays is already a distant memory. Thankfully, we’ve got some glorious art by Sora to fill the spaces! Eveyrthing is also going to be in a weird order.
I’m apparently getting quite grumpy in my old age, because I’m going to have yet another grump about the women in WWE, and wrestling as a whole. I know, it’s as if I don’t do anything else, but this week, I think it’s merited, as the women have been showcased and highlighted and… still let down, I feel. Now, I know it’s been better than we’ve had before, but that doesn’t actually make it good. This is the problem with people saying things like ‘well, it’s better than the Attitude Era’, because while we may have made leaps and bounds in how the women are treated, that doesn’t actually make the situation we’re in now good or fair.
We start our night with some tweets, and over-excited commentary, all about Triple H rocking up and pedigreeing his son to give Kevin Owens the cursed flesh belt. I know it’s got a real name, I just refuse to call it anything else. We cover the match as a whole, which makes it look like Cass got a lot more offense in than he really did, but we get that gorgeous superplex from Roman as a slow-mo shot, that’s pretty. And then, of course, Triple H shows up for a Pedigree on Roman, giving Seth the chance to eliminate Roman, and we see Trips’ big hand on Seth’s head, like a benediction – but we know how this ends, and that wasn’t a blessing he was giving.
I’m going to publicly shame all the men I’ve spoken to recently who didn’t want the women to be split when the brands came apart: Dan, who I work with at the gym; Jordan, who writes for us here, and generally has a better track record than this with feminism; Sean, who’s married to Jess who writes for us here; the boys at WhatCulture. There’s a word for all of you, and it starts with a C and isn’t allowed in polite company.
I’ve been a fan of Tyler Breeze ever since his main roster debut, and when he teamed up with Fandango earlier this year to form the most gorgeous and delicious tag-team on the roster, one of the thoughts very present in my mind was…
Well, I’m joining you late, starting myself off with a triple threat video package, because I was busy getting sugary drinks and setting up the fan. It’s warm in England tonight, and I’ve finally got the preshow up and going! Aaaaand Jerry Lawler is apparently still here – the roster split looks like he’s lost his spot on main commentary thanks to what Vince probably calls ‘a little indiscretion’, but he’s still going to be here for the pay-per-views. Either that, or everyone’s too embarrassed to tell him he’s fired, so they let him sit at the table and feel important, and then later on, they’ll take him out back and put him out of his misery.