WWE No Mercy 2017 Review

by Benjamin Richardson
Enzo Amore Neville No mercy
WWE

The gross stupidity of the cruiserweight title match's outcome seemed to envelop the arena in an air of negativity, as despite the mammoth build, something just didn't seem quite right from the off about Brock Lesnar's monumental clash with Braun Strowman. Even Lesnar's nose was off-colour, a distinctive puce which suggested he was under the weather, but defiantly attempting to throw it off (something he's well-equipped to do). Like the empty void of space, or a Betterware catalogue, there was just nothing of interest in the long-awaited meeting. Some power moves, some reversals, some bland main-event wrestling, but none of the plate-moving, earth-shattering blood and thunder we'd all been hoping for. A million writers around the world reached for their lexicons to check if it was 'squib' or 'squid'.

And then, like life, it was over: all too quickly, and full of disappointment. A bit like England at an international football tournament, or a drunken sexual liaison. What was the point of this? Oh, yeah, Roman Reigns is cool, and I like him.

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Benjamin was born in 1987, and is still not dead. He variously enjoys classical music, old-school adventure games (they're not dead), and walks on the beach (albeit short - asthma, you know). He's currently trying to compile a comprehensive history of video game music, yet denies accusations that he purposefully targets niche audiences. He's often wrong about these things.