In fact, the whole show was worked brilliantly – the Smackdown MitB briefcase match was a fantastic opening to the show, and Christian proved his cowardly heel credentials against Randy Orton.
And somehow it doesn’t matter that somewhere between that and Randy Orton v Christian there was Kelly Kelly versus a Bella, the Henry v Show hossfest and a Raw briefcase match whose conclusion was obvious from the start.
What was great about the PPV was REALLY great, and your enduring images of it will be Daniel Bryan sobbing as he clutched the blue briefcase that guarantees him a title shot at some point in the future, and CM Punk high-tailing it out of the building, WWE belt in tow.
The problem is – I think they spoilt us.
Nothing will ever be that good again, will it?
All I remember about SummerSlam was the weird dance that the Divas did with Cee-Lo Green.
Night of Champions was OK, but was stretching the Kelly Kelly credulity thing tighter than her ring outfit, and Triple H’s win over Punk was a foregone conclusion as he continued to prove himself the Worst Boss Ever.
Hell in a Cell was notably mostly for Beth Phoenix finally taking the Divas title, but frankly I fell asleep during the Sin Cara unification match and don’t feel I missed much.
Vengeance I’d completely forgotten about, but THE RING COLLAPSED. That is all. No titles changed hands. Nothing was concluded.
But for all our whining about the PPVs since then, what could they seriously do to improve on the high drama of Money in the Bank?
Well, apart from develop some angles that a) make a bit of sense and b) have the fans invested in them. That really would be revolutionary.