The berserk nature of the Greatest Royal Rumble has made making predictions for anything outside of the card itself utterly redundant.
In recent months, shows have promised potential surprises, shock appearances and even the odd turn or two along with the advertised matches. The Road To WrestleMania becomes something of a silly season for supporters, feeding a grand spectacle that rarely lives up to expectations.
There are no such expectations with the Saudi supercard. The company simply haven't allowed for it. There are seven title matches. Triple H and John Cena will compete in singles competition for the first time since 2008 and only the third time ever. 50 men - fifty f*cking men - will go to war in the eponymous main event. Rusev's off to the sunbed shop - or at least that's how it'll feel when he's getting stuffed in a coffin for five minutes our less. It's not about what audiences might get, it's about what they definitely will.
Quatity's not the issue, then, even if quality falls short. And it probably won't - WWE are at the front end of a 10 year agreement with the coutry, it won't be an internal interest for the show to be a catastrophe, no matter how shambolic it looks from the outside.
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Michael can be found in articles or on podcasts extolling the virtues of New Generation WWF, New Japan Pro Wrestling or the new WWE angle they definitely definitely won’t ruin this time.