6 Ups & 2 Downs From Last Night's NXT (26 Feb)
1. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That!
If I'm ever getting beaten up - let's say I'm on a night out and some repressed lads all wearing the same bad shirt have gotten upset at my Sweet Style - and one of my 'friends' runs in to save me, but they decide to start grandstanding 40 yards away and timing it to some music while I'm LITERALLY GETTING MY ANKLE SMASHED IN, then I'd rather they just didn't bother in all honesty. Let me die.
Quite whose instruction she was operating under we'll likely never know, but for a pro-wrestling brand that does such a good job of steering clear of bad main roster cliches, this was Kevin Dunn 101. If you're going to make the save, just... make the save? Leaving Belair writhing around in the Figure Four while you wait to get your entrance moves in is beyond contrived.
It's a shame as well because it ended a really solid show on a baffling note, and put a freakishly weird exclamation point on what was a really, really good match. But more on that later.