2000 was a year so utterly f*cking fabulous for WWE that they too succumbed to the marketing strategy du jour and hoyed the number on the end of the event title. Far from just panicking those that prefer a neater sequence, this promised futuristic flights of fancy something such as Sports Entertainment can almost always deliver. Not least this version of Sports Entertainment. Sports Entertainment - pro wrestling via Vince McMahon - at its commercial and critical peak.
The company continued to crush WCW in something that could barely be considered a "war" anymore, whilst January's Royal Rumble and February's No Way Out kicked off a year that would comprehensively go down as the company's best ever on pay-per-view.
There wasn't a shred of cynicism implied in the opening line of this intro. It was the best of times. This was not the best of WrestleManias.
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