It’s no secret that I can’t stand Cleveland. I can’t stand Cleveland as a city, as a concept; the sports teams there make me vomit, the local politics are mad corrupt, the police force is more corrupt than other places in the United States; I actively fear for the souls of my family and friends in and near the city. To this day I say that only four good things can be associated with Cleveland:
- Drew Carey
- The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
- Halle Berry
- The ability to leave
So in that regard, maybe, JUST MAYBE, I’m sadistically pleased that such a crap PPV took place in Cleveland. It’s exactly what the crap city deserves, and this is incredible because it was working in the shadow of the mindblowingly wonderful NXT event on Thursday. Rumors were that the Raw and Smackdown talent were looking to step up after that brilliance that was REvolution, but I’m somewhat torn to say that I can count on one hand the guys that actually did, and to be fair, they were the cats that came from NXT anyway.
But this isn’t about me just up and bashing the PPV in a long post. That’s what pages are for! Let’s get started, because today I utilize a new system of grading: the Jermaine-o-meter!