The WrestleMania stadium main event is characterised by an epic scale of drama. It is the night on which the theatrics are wonderfully overblown, and the facial expressions are broad enough to draw a response from the cheap seats some 200 feet in the air.
This wasn’t that.
This wasn’t a back-and-forth, closely-contested match of high spots and move/pose synergies. This was Brock Lesnar knocking absolute f*ck out of Roman Reigns. He drove his knee into his gut like a police enforcer. He literally, and this isn’t hyperbole, almost suplexed him out of the ring.
To underscore this, Reigns wore only a faint, wry smile throughout his spirited babyface performance. It was as if he knew he’d brought big-fight legitimacy to the ‘Mania stage, just as much as Lesnar had.
