Once upon a time, PPVs carried real provenance. There was less need to repeatedly and brazenly hype an upcoming event because the moniker and meaning of the event itself were so entrenched in no small part thanks to the promise of a properly cool entrance set. No Way Out. Armageddon. No Mercy. All tended to have memorable stages that played to the core of what each event was about be it massive padlocks, flaming platforms or crashed cars. In 2016, they're all the same. Seriously: with everything but Wrestlemania utilising an identical design, is there such a thing as a PPV of substance any more? OK, so match-specific main events remain but they're about the only thing that gives one PPV more meaning than another. It used to be that from its name alone you knew what the tone of a Sunday night event and, with it, the storylines and matches would be. Stages and arena set-ups played a huge part in that.