WWE Hell In A Cell 2017 Review

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This time last year, Sasha Banks and Charlotte headlined Hell in a Cell in a breakthrough for women's wrestling in the company. This time around, the 'Nature Boy's daughter was shunted to the mid-card for a match with a lifeless DQ finish. It seems likely WWE are building this one around a memorable Starrcade coronation, but from main-eventing a PPV to putting all the eggs in the basket of a house show betrays a loss of enthusiasm. Hopefully Ronda and co. can remove the stick in the spoke of the company's women's revolution, but that's a one-off. Where do they go from there?

It had so far been a poor night for tussles, but an excellent one for tassels, and Shinsuke Nakamura became the latest star to display a probably over-exaggerated appreciation for Jim Neidhart's epaulets. Jinder Mahal's fetching West Ham kit raised his esteem a notch to 0.01 too (East End is East End?), although sky blue is generally the kiss of death for any champ. The Singhs' matching shirts were a nice touch, and it is heartening to imagine the three of them trawling WalMart on the day of the show for suitable complementary clothing.

Sadly, the match was nowhere near as stylish as the competitors, another complete non-event further condemning the WWE title into hitherto unseen realms of irrelevancy. At the moment, Jinder's strap has less prestige or worth than a 'World's Best Dad' certificate printed on a home inkjet, and none of the feel-good factor. Like a rural cinema, there was absolutely nothing new to see here.

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