Cynically stuck in May to try and keep fleeting WrestleMania dreams alive (and perhaps put a dent in All Elite Wrestling's push towards Double Or Nothing), Money In The Bank was used and abused as a concept this year by a company desperately searching for the magic formula to arrest an unsettling slide.
WrestleMania 35 - all requisite joy, pomp, ceremony and majesty and (sometimes) the very best of everything WWE does and stands for - and this Sunday's supershow were all of 42 days apart, yet the entire "Universe" has changed so much since then that it's a wonder 'Becky 2 Belts' even still has both the titles, let alone got her own pay-per-view poster at last.
The month-and-a-bit has been short on the celebratory tone that engulfed the 'Show Of Shows' - Becky, Seth Rollins and Kofi Kingston haven't had raucous starts to their tenures as Champions but have at least dodged most of the utter f*cking insanity going on around them.
The 2019 Superstar Shake-up was categorically the worst of its kind. The "Wild Card" rule was one of the worst additions in recent memory. The May 6th Raw was subjectively one of the worst ever. Even Triple H can't defend "nnnnDadddd" at this point, nor does he want to, apparently.
The briefcase/contract/opportunity/etc has been both blessing and curse in recent years. With the aforementioned competition larger than when WWE first moved the event, can the popular show (and titular contest) at least get the organisation back on track?
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