Well, OK, probably not. But unless they're playing in the World Series, I'd just prefer that my two favorite teams didn't play any more than entirely necessary. I hate having to pick.
 
On the upside, their 3-game series pretty much always end in a split, so neither half of me has to feel TOO sad. But even that little rule of thumb failed me this weekend. The Yankees just swept the Reds, and I'm actually pretty miffed about it. I mean, of the two, the Reds are the only ones with any legit post-season hopes.
 
But, as crappy as this weekend's baseball developments were, I just enjoyed a tasty steak-and-baked-potato dinner, and am sitting down to enjoy a PPV that now costs only 20% of what it used to. In other words, a 10PV!
 
So let's cut the jibber-jabber, and get down to business. Here's what happened at the just-completed Battleground 2014:

• ON THE PRESHOW. The free preshow was useless, even by the low bar set by past preshows. Adam Rose (with the distraction/assist from Layla and Summer) beat Fandango in about 45 seconds. And then Cameron upset Naomi in a 2 minute match, using a handful of tights. Everything else was video packages and talking heads. Granted, one of those talking heads was Renee Young, but even her powers of perpetual delightfulness have their limits.
  
  
• OPENING THEME/PYRO/ETC. And we're live for the PPV, proper, in Tampa, FL. Cole & The Gang welcome us, and shoot it directly to the ring, where it's time for Old School Best of Three Falls Action...
  
  
• THE USOS RETAIN THE TAG TEAM TITLES OVER LUKE HARPER AND ERICK ROWAN, 2 FALLS TO 1. Jey jumpstarted things by punching the sheep mask off Rowan's face. Rowan took umbrage, and pummeled Jey for a bit before passing the baton to Harper, who kept it going. I guess with the three falls stip, we're just skipping immediately to the midmatch heel beatdown?
  
  The Wyatt boys trade a few tags, and after 5 full minutes, Jey's opening face-punch is his only offensive move. He gets separation, and dives to his corner... Jimmy gets the hot tag, comes into the ring, whiffs on a move, bounces off the ropes, and eats a Lariat from Harper. Just like that the first fall goes to Harper and Rowan (at about the 6 minute mark).
  
  Also, just like that, Jimmy's now installed as the Face in Peril, with a little added sense of immediacy, since one more big move by the Wyatts means the titles change hands. About three minutes into the second fall, Jimmy flips out of a back suplex attempt, and gets to his corner. Jey tags in, and like his brother before him, charges Harper. But he ducks the clothesline, goes behind, and gets the schoolboy roll-up.
  
  Second fall goes to the Usos, at about the 10 minute mark. Rowan comes into the ring, illegally, and clobbers Jey as soon as the bell rings. The ref gets him out of the ring, and restores order, but the damage is done.
  
  Two more minutes of Wyatt beatdown finally ends when Jey breaks away from Harper and makes a genuine Hot Tag to Jimmy. Jimmy is on fire for the Usos first extended offense of the match. Harper's legal, but Rowan tries to join in. Jimmy has no problem taking BOTH guys out, including a huge plancha onto Rowan, and then a run-the-barricade crossbody onto Harper.
  
  Back in the ring, the crowd is going Uso Crazy as Jimmy gets a few convincing near falls, including after a corkscrew senton. But Harper's not gonna take that sitting down. He dodges a charge, and takes Uso's head off with a big boot. Then he hits a big ol' plancha of his own.
  
  Jey has to come in, and they do a tandem move where Jey hits a superkick and Jimmy rolls Harper up for a super close near fall. Rowan breaks it up, and Harper gets a close call of his own after a sit-out powerbomb.
  
  Rowan tags in, legally, and gets a superkick from Jimmy. Jey follows up with a Superfly Splash, but it only gets a two. Jimmy goes up top, planning to follow up, but Rowan catches him and crotches him on the turnbuckle. Rowan sets up for a superplex, but Jey goes up top to stop him.
  
  Instead, Rowan punches him and superplexes BOTH OF THEM. Holy shit. Only gets a two count, and Rowan had the starch taken out of him. So Harper in for another awesome quadruple-reversey exchange the ends with a second big-ass Lariat. But it only gets a two.
  
  A brief Pier Four brawl breaks out. But Stereo Superkicks rule the day. A pair for Harper, then a pair for Rowan (sending him out of the ring). Then, both Jimmy and Jey go up top, and hit a Double Superfly Splash on the prone Harper. One, two, and three.
  
  A hair over 20 minutes, total. They pretty much just punted the first two falls, and put it all into the third fall. And man alive, the entire last half of the match was pretty fricking sweet. A ton of convincing near falls, and memorable highspots galore. Even Erick Rowan contributed his own Holy Shit moment. Who would have bet on that? Not me.
  
  
• BACKSTAGE: Tom The New Guy interviews Seth Rollins. Standard fare. He calls Ambrose a cockroach, and promises to stomp him tonight, and then, he'll be keeping an eye on the main event, to see if he needs to execute Plan B...
  
  But the mere MENTION of a cash-in causes an AMBROSE ALERT~!
  
  Ambrose strikes from stage left, and starts pummelling Rollins, mercilessly. Finally, officials show-up, including Triple H. Hunter calls for security to "get him out of here," and says he won't let Ambrose "ruin this."
  
  HHH checks on Rollins, who is slow getting to his feet, and from the sounds of things, he just ejected Ambrose from the building.
  
  A quick visit to the announce table, and Cole confirms that Rollins vs. Ambrose was scheduled to happen right now... but now he's getting news in his headset that Ambrose is not competing tonight, and they're switching to a different match.
  
  
• AJ LEE DEFEATS PAIGE TO RETAIN THE WOMEN'S TITLE. Both girls are smiley and friendly to start, even beginning with a handshake. Perhaps a bit TOO friendly (at least on Paige's part), once they trade a few nice little chain-wrestley moves, and Paige's golf clap seems to be oozing with sarcasm. But maybe I'm just projecting my assumption that she's gonna turn full-on heel before the night is out.
  
  After said sarcastic golf clap, Paige switches things into a more vicious gear. No more smiles, just a primal scream, and then an extended offensive in which Paige was providing running commentary to go with the beatdown. "C'mon, AJ, you can do better," again with sarcasm.
  
  Eventually, AJ does do better, countering something into a tornado DDT. Then a really nice spot as AJ sets up for a superplex, but Paige sunset flips into a powerbomb off the second rope. Only gets a two... and now, I'm not so sure I've got the right read on Paige's frustration. Maybe she IS genuinely upset that she's gonna have to do more damage to her "frenemy" in order to win.
  
  Another nice exchange as Paige counters a Black Widow attempt into a Paige Turner. Again, a two, and again, Paige is slow to follow-up, selling the conflictedness of having to hurt AJ any more. As a result, and Paige tries to lock in the Modified Scorpion Crosslock, AJ has had time to regain her bearing, flip out of it, and catch Paige with a flash Shining Wizard.
  
  AJ retains the title in an 8 minute match that had some nice bits, but ultimately seems to be building to another level. AJ was just as cheery and skippy as you'd expect, after the win. But what the hell's Paige's mindset, after she really DID seem to be concerned about going full-bore at AJ, perhaps costing herself the match? That led to a certain off-kilter-y-ness than hamstrung the match a bit.
  
  
• BACKSTAGE: Randy Orton is strolling through the bowels of the arena, calling for Kane, saying he just wants to talk. Finally, Kane emerges from the shadows, and doesn't seem to be in a talking mood. But Randall is as contrite as can be, as he apologizes for RKO'ing Kane on Monday, and he just wants to bury the hatchet, because they aren't enemies. Their enemies are John Cena and Roman Reigns, and neither can be allowed to walk out of the ring tonight with the WWE Title.
  
  Kane deadpans, "Oh, that won't be a problem. I assure you, the next WWE Champion is standing right here." Then, he walks away, leaving Orton to momentarily look pleased with himself, before slowly coming to the realization, "Oh, wait, he meant himself. Darn it!" Not the quickest on the uptake is Randall, but if you give him enough time, he'll piece it together, eventually.
  
  
• ALEXANDER RUSEV BEATS JACK SWAGGER BY COUNT-OUT. Welp, so Lana just goes ahead and says "You stupid Americans are blaming Russia for the airliner that got shot down," and goes on to proclaim innocence and blame America for being the real villians, for their inexcusable actions in Iraq and Afghanistan and Putin is great and you are stupid and blah blah blah. I sort of thought WWE would have the good sense to stay away from the airline shoot-down, but they went right for it. Boo, WWE, boo.
  
  Swagger gets the better of early match exchanges, causing Rusev to powder out of the ring to regroup twice before finally getting some traction. But after dominating with striking, Rusev is out-wrestled by Swagger, with Swagger nearly cinching in the anklelock. Rusev has to powder out for a third time, where he gets a tongue-lashing from Lana, in true Rocky IV style.
  
  But it works, and when Rusev re-enters the ring, he regains the advantage and keeps it. His extended heel includes the Mr. Spock Lock (nervehold, or whatever you want to call it). Swagger powers out of that, only to get chopped back down before he can hit a single move. Rusev then goes for the DOUBLE Spock Lock.
  
  Swagger escapes that hold by stomping on Rusev's bare feet. How manly! But that only makes Rusev angry, and he press slams Swagger out of the ring. Now, it's Swagger's turn to get a tongue lashing from his manager... and sure neough, that fires him up.
  
  He goes on a tear, leveling Rusev with a big boot and then hitting the Swaggerbomb for a close two count. Another two count off a gutwrench suplex. But when Swagger tries for the anklelock, Rusev powers up and out. Double reversey, and Rusev goes for his leaping thrust kick...
  
  Only to have Swagger grab his leg and cinch in the anklelock. Rusev fights it, and twice Swagger has to pull him back to the center of the ring. But on the third try, Rusev gets the rope break. Damage done, Rusev ducks out of the ring... but Swagger follows, and chopblocks Rusev from behind.
  
  Then, as the ref is counting, Swagger cinches in another anklelock. Rusev is able to drag himself towards the ring and grab the apron. Using that for leverage, he flipped through, and sent Swagger crashing head-first into the ring post. Swagger's out cold, and Rusev just barely manages to hobble back into the ring before the ref hits 10.
  
  Rusev gets the count-out win after about a 10 minute match. Not too hateful. With all due respect to Big E, this really was the first time Rusev had anything resembling a competitive match where it felt like he was in danger.
  
  After the match, Lana was not satisfied with the count-out, so she demanded that RUSEV CRUSH~! Swagger was still unconscious and being tended to by trainers, but Rusev hoisted his carcass into the ring and applied the Camel Clutch, anyway. Jerk.
  
  
• BACKSTAGE: the Dust Brothers are in their dimly-lit lair, talking about the celestial convergences and stellar keys and other mystical things that apparently guarantee we will never forget the name of "inhalenipplerub GOOOOLLLLLLDDUUUUUUSTTTTTTT snortchomp chomphissssssss SSSSSSTTTTAAAAARRRRDUUUSSSSSTTTT glitterblow." Seriously, I didn't get a word of that, in any meaningful way, but it was still super-awesome. Way to be, freaks!
   
  Part of me wants to offer my services to Dust-to-Dust, as a writer, since I rule at this sort of odd-but-clever esoteric wordsmithery. But another part of me knows that they don't need me. And I think that makes me like them even more.
  
  
• DON'T GET COCKY, KID. So here comes Seth Rollins... Cole assures us that Ambrose has been barred from re-entering the building. But Rollins says that since his opponent so irresponsibly got himself ejected, he wants to be acknowledged as the winner of this match, via forfeit.
  
  He bullies the ref and ring announcer until they play along. He gets announced as the winner, he gets his hand raised, and then he celebrates to his music. The crowd is so let-down by this apparent bait and switch that they forget to boo and just sit there in annoyed silence.
  
  But then, as we cut back to the announce table, the crowd suddenly bursts into wild cheers... and sure enough: AMBROSE ALERT~!
  
  Ambrose has run in and attacked Rollins in the entrance aisle. Rollins tries to escape through the crowd, but Ambrose follows, and they brawl through the crowd. Then they brawl back towards the ring, where Ambrose slams Rollins into the Spanish Announce Table...
  
  Refs and officials swarm, and try to pull them apart, but Ambrose keeps pulling free and attacking Rollins. Finally, Triple H shows up and helps security to forcibly carry Ambrose out of the arena. This time, it's Rollins turn to pull away from the officials and attack Ambrose while he's detained.
  
  Finally, they get enough manpower to finish hauling Ambrose out, while HHH talks Rollins down so they can finish the job. Ambrose disappears backstage, and HHH/Rollins take a final bow. This time, the fans remember to boo. Loudly.
  
  I never outright applaud a bait-and-switch, but I think they got this one pretty much right: it wasn't a match, but it was enough of a brawl to satiate you. All while accomplishing the commendable feat of making Rollins even MORE hated than he already was, and ensuring the heat will be nuclear when these two finally do have their for-real match.
  
  Also: now that these shows are included in my $10 monthly fee for the Network, instead of costing $50 all by themselves, I'm suddenly a lot more forgiving about not getting what I was promised, since I'm still coming out ahead in the deal.
  
  
• CHRIS JERICHO DEFEATS BRAY WYATT. Bray is flanked by Harper and Rowan, who are presumably in an even more foul mood than usual after losing earlier tonight. Jericho, on his way to the ring, pauses to beat the shit out of Bray's rocking chair. Oh no you didn't!
  
  Bray's also sporting a nasty looking black eye, courtesy of Ric Flair at a house show, I believe. The cameramen are apparently under orders to show it as often as possible. It's pretty gross.
  
  Jericho enjoys the early advantage, but Wyatt counters a whip and hits Jericho with a vicious clothesline to take control. The first time Jericho shows signs of coming back, Harper and Rowan create a distraction to make sure he doesn't. All the while, Wyatt does seem to have a few fans, but it's NOTHING like his matches against Cena, where he was almost the majority favorite. Sounds more like 75/25 in favor of Jericho.
  
  Finally, Jericho gets some traction on a comeback, culminating in an awesome dive from the top rope to the floor, where he took out all three Wyatts. Then, when Jericho tried to herd Bray back into the ring, Harper and Rowan interferred... ref Mike Chioda responded by ejecting the two from ringside.
  
  Wyatt gave us a moment of shock and anger at the decision, and then noticed that Jericho's back was turned so he could taunt Harper and Rowan on their way out. So he attacked from behind, clubbering Jericho from the apron to the floor. The heel beatdown recommenceulates.
  
  A little hope spot for Jericho is snuffed out by Bray's cool little half-nelson-gutbuster thingie. ANother hope spot for Y2J begins when he gets his knees up to block Bray's running senton. But that ends when Jericho goes up top, but Bray catches him, and turns it into a sort of Inverted Hanging Cutter. Very cool.
  
  First serious near fall for Bray after a half-nelson slam. Some smacktalk and taunting from Bray, including the Exorcist Crab Walk, and Jericho has his opening for a comeback. Jericho dodges a charge, and turns it into a schoolboy takedown, except instead of a pinning combo, the back of Bray's head hits the bottom turnbuckle. Pretty sweet.
  
  Jericho tried to follow up with his doublejump dropkick to the apron, but Bray sidestepped, and turned it into an Implant DDT on the apron. Ouch. Bray decided it was time to try Sister Abigail, but Jericho counters out, and hits a Codebreaker out of nowhere. One, two... and three. Huh.
  
  Right at 15 minutes, and there was some very nice stuff in there. But that finish sure seemed abrupt as hell, and a bit of a letdown. I don't want to cast aspersions on one of my heroes, but Jericho was sucking wind really bad in the final minutes, so I wonder if they maybe rushed to the finish? You know what, forget I mentioned it. I'm the guy who loves mocking the idiot smark sites who invent rumors. I'm not one of them.
  
  
• IN THE PARKING LOT: Security is accompanying Seth Rollins to his car... but then Seth gets all cocksure, and tells them they can leave, he's totally got this. Ahhh, hubris!!!
  
  And sure enough, as he approaches his car, his spidey sense begins tingling... and out of the trunk of said car comes Dean Ambrose, with a tire iron. Rollins sees it coming, and ducks the first shot. Ambrose hits nothing but pavement, and drops the tire iron.
  
  A quick brawl ensues, and the very first iota of separation Rollins gets, he dives into the car and drives away. Ambrose seems so [teddykgb]unsyatisfied[/tkgb].
  
  
• THE MIZ WINS A 20-MAN BATTLE ROYALE TO WIN THE VACANT INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE. Everybody got an abbreviated ring entrance. Notworthy: Cesaro was flying solo (no Heyman, again). And Damien Sandow was decked out in bermuda shorts, sandals with white socks pulled up to the knees, and sunblock on his nose, in the style of your stereotypical Florida retiree. A bit random and pointless, but definitely NOT a non sequitur in Tampa. Also: pretty f'n funny.
  
  Said notes thus noted, I can do the OO Standard Move of not recapping anything until we get down to the final four, or so, because of the schmozzy lack of narrative that is built-in to Battle Royales.
  
  Before we begin, though, the injured Wade Barrett shows up to deliver some Bad News to whoever wins... they may become the new IC Champ, but they'll only get to enjoy it briefly, because he will be back, and he swears to regain what is rightfully his.
  
  Another note, courtesy of Cole: of the 20 men in this match, 15 of them are former IC Champs. Wow, I think he's right. But rather than make the match seem more starstudded, it reminds me of the sorry state of the IC Title in recent years.
  
  Also, pretty much right after that, my internet went out for about 5 minutes. When it flicked back on, I was treated to Cesaro making a MANLY~! elimination of Big E (deadlift suplex), and then chucking Kofi out of the ring, only to have Kofi land in a sitting position on Big E's shoulders for one of his best Elimination Saves ever. But then Kofi got back in the ring for about 30 seconds before  Cesaro chucked him out for good.
  
  Then, as Cesaro celebrated, Heath Slater (yes, THAT Heath Slater) attacked from behind and eliminated Cesaro. BOO~! Then Sheamus hit the Brogue Kick and Slater's gone.
  
  Bo Dallas tried to flash eliminate Sheamus, but gets the Ten of Clubs. Dolph Ziggler tries to strike from behind to eliminate Sheamus, but Sheamus dodges at the last second, so Ziggler eliminates Bo, instead.
  
  Now, it's down to just Ziggler and Sheamus.
  
  Back and forth brawly stuff, and they try to set up a spot where Sheamus is powerbombing Dolph, only to have Dolph flip through into a sunset flip powerbomb, but it gets botched. But they do a quick reset, and it's not an issue.
  
  Dolph ends up on the apron, Sheamus goes for the Brogue Kick, but Ziggler ducks it and slides back in the ring. Now it's Sheamus on the apron. Ziggler dumps him once, but only one of Sheamus feet hit the floor. He pulls himself back up, levels Ziggler with a punch, and sets up for his slingshot shoulderblock... but instead, Ziggler leaps up and hits a lightning quick dropkick while Sheamus is in mid-slingshot.
  
  Ziggler wins!
  
  Wait, no he doesn't. Apparently, while my internet was out, Miz did that trick, where he fell out of the ring (but not over the top rope) and then just laid low. Because as Ziggler starts celebrate, Miz leaps into the ring and tosses him out. Lilian Garcia announces him as the new IC Champ while the look on Ziggler's face indicates that he is Not Impressed.
  
  Good stuff at the end. But it's still a Battle Royale, and I very much doubt I missed anything with my brief internet outage. Make no mistake, you suck, Time Warner, and I'm only biding my time until U-Verse is available here. But kudos for picking the perfect spot to be a goddamned shitty service provider!
  
  
• JOHN CENA RETAINS THE WWE TITLE IN A FOUR-WAY MATCH AGAINST ROMAN REIGNS, RANDY ORTON, AND KANE. Standard WWE four-way rules are in play (namely, first-decision-wins, not elimination-style). Full boxing intros once all four guys are in the ring. And of note: Cena's got BOTH belts with him, so to everybody who wrote in telling me that I TOTALLY MISSED the retirement of the Big Gold Belt on RAW can suck it!
  
  Then again, that day is coming soon enough, probably. WWE needs a new title belt (because the scratch logo is getting retired at SummerSlam in favor of the logo used by WWE Network), and I figure when that belt debuts, they'll make a big fat hairy deal out of it being the new singular belt. If they don't, the only reason why is because they have plans to re-split the titles.
  
  Bell rings, and it immediately breaks down to Cena vs. Orton and Reigns vs. Kane. That lasts for a bit, until Orton gets the better of Cena, and makes a good-faith display of helping his "partner" Kane. The 2-on-1 beatdown on Reigns lasts for a bit, as Kane and Orton keep re-eliminating Cena as soon as he shows interest in getting involved.
  
  In fact, Kane's being a good soldier, by being the one to stand guard on Cena while Orton tries for near falls. Huh, that's awfully nice of him.
  
  Reigns manages a mini-comeback of his own, allowing Cena to re-enter the match. But it's only 2-on-2 for about 20 seconds before Reigns is chucked out of the ring, and Kane/Orton can doubleteam Cena. And again, Kane stands guard to keep it 2-on-1, while Orton is making attempts at winning the match.
  
  Six minutes in, and Reigns finally gets the better of Kane on one of their exchanges, and Cena executes the corresponding move by gaining control from Orton, now that it's one-on-one. Cena and Reigns wind up alone in the ring, but waste about 90 seconds staring at each other and goosing the (less-than-enthralled) crowd for responses, and in general, milking the he-goat.
  
  That allows Kane and Orton to attack from behind, and take out the good guys. Now, those two are alone in the ring, and Orton started getting all over confident. So Kane started manning up. And the crowd got loud, trying to encourage him, with "YES! YES! YES!" chants. It worked.
  
  Kane grabs Orton by the throat, and sets him up on the top rope, thinking superplex... but Cena and Reigns have had enough time to recover, and they come up behind Kane and turn it into a Triple Stack Superplex. Neat. But again, Cena and Reigns waste too much time appealing to the crowd, so Kane interrupts their showdown. Eventually, Orton gets back into the fray, too, resulting in a cool Double Hangman DDT on both Cena and Reigns.
  
  Orton isolates on Reigns for a bit, but Reigns turns the tide, and locks Orton in a half-crab, while Cena shows up and cinches in the SSTF on Orton's top half. I'm a sucker; I always love those combo submission spots.
  
  Kane makes the save, and powders out with Reigns, leaving Cena vs. Orton in the ring. Cena eventually gets the SSTF locked in good and tight, and Orton's on the brink of tapping out. That's when Reigns reaches into the ring and blocks Orton's wrist, preventing the tap out. He "saves" Orton by dragging him out of the ring and chucking him into the barricade.
  
  Now, it's Reigns vs. Cena, and there's nobody to stop it. Also: Cena is kinda pissed, so there's less time-wasting and he-goat-milking. They get right to fisticuffsmanship.
  
  Good back-and-forth stuff leading up to Superman Punch attempt countered into Five Knuckle Shuffle attempt, re-countered into the Superman Punch. Reigns follows up with the Spear, but Kane breaks it up.
  
  Kane vs. Reigns quickly turns in Reigns' favor, too, and another Superman Punch lands. Then, he notices Cena stiring on the apron, and hits his running Apron Dropkick Thingie on Cena. Then, he notices Orton stirring on the floor, and hits the same move (but on the announce table instead of apron). Then, he notices Kane is in position, and hits it on HIM, too. Sweet.
  
  Reigns adds in a Spear into the timekeeper cubicle on Orton, generating a "This is Awesome" chant. He gets back in the ring, and spears Kane. Cena makes the save for Kane, chucking Reigns out of the ring.
  
  Brief exchange between Cena and Kane ends with an F-U. And a save by Reigns. Back and forth between Cena and Reigns ends with another F-U. Kane with the save. All three men down (and Orton still in the timekeeper's cubicle). Ref applies a count, Kane to his feet first.
  
  Chokeslam to Cena, save by Reigns. Chokeslam to Reigns. Kickout at two. Throatslit, and attempted Tombstone by Kane. Reigns escapes, and hits a Spear. Orton with the save.
  
  Orton wins the grapple, and tosses Reigns out of the ring, and tries to cover Kane himself. Cena breaks it up, and wins the exchange with Orton, F-U'ing Orton onto Kane. Then, he covers Kane. And gets the three count. Pretty much right at 20 minutes.
  
  As we -- and all other forms of multi-celluar lifeforms -- expected, Cena wins, because Cena vs. Lesnar at SummerSlam. But I'll give credit where it's due: the ride getting there was definitely more enjoyable than I'd been expecting. The first 6-8 minutes or so (when they just ham-handedly rotated between 2-on-1 attacks while Cena or Reigns rested outside the ring) were not so hot, but from there on out, very good stuff, with things getting seriously white-hot once Reigns went on his tear.
  
  I'll take it. Whatever mild sense of disappointment I felt over the lack of Ambrose vs. Rollins is offset by this over-delivery. Wound up being a far more satisfying way to end the night than I would have guessed. We fade to black on Cena celebrating with both belts, while cameras linger on Reigns, who is clearly frustrated by his close-but-no-cigar performance. We'll have to save Orton/Kane's frustration (and HHH's decision to go to Plan C, as a result) for tomorrow....

And so ends the show. No major surprises to speak of, but enough in-ring quality (especially the outstanding second half of the tag title match) to make the show well worth the investment of 3 hours, and that did its job of keeping us rolling towards SummerSlam, which is shaping up nicely (Cena/Lesnar, presumably the "make good" of Ambrose/Rollins, obviously Ziggler/Miz, possibly Reigns/HHH, AJ/Paige with a more coherent story-side of things, and plenty of moving pieces to create an oustanding undercard).
 
I won't act like this is a must-see event, or the best reason why you should totally order the WWE Network... but it was a fine wrestling show. I really don't know of anything more I can say that I haven't already stated above, other than bottom lining it as B-minus show.
 
See you again in 24 hours, kids, with the RAW Recap, which I'm assuming will be accompanied by a picture of Brock's ugly mug on the main page....