A worthy sequel to a masterpiece, this wasn’t just worthy, it was true; Shawn had learned from the mistake that had put him down one year prior. He was too cute, too, too sly.
Here, he was more vicious, more desperate, and more prepared—as one would expect from a man possessed in his quest to hold on to his career. He chop-blocked ‘Taker’s plancha attempt and concentrated his protracted assault on ‘Taker’s legs. Mr. WrestleMania wasn’t putting on a show here; he was putting an end to the Streak.
He also ate two of the most wicked Tombstones ever dropped—one to the ringside mats, the other a sick jumping variation—in a match that was less spectacular, but far more gritty, far more emotional.
