WWE Hell in a Cell 2018: Results, Highlights and Grades

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That Pre-Show Panel, Dear Lord

What kind of trouble is Paige in that she’s got to share the dais on the Kickoff Show with these three? Jonathan Coachman may be the worst broadcaster currently on WWE’s payroll. His coming off the Raw commentary team would have been great news even if he was replaced by an old shoe instead of Renee Young.

But at the start, Coach was joined by Paige (yay), Booker T (ugh), and Peter Rosenberg (why). Coach fumbled over his words more than once, which wouldn’t be a big deal if his job was to literally just speak. Booker had his moments, but he’s a far cry from where he was before Coach replaced him on Raw (so a major upgrade). And Rosenberg is everything wrong with fanboys in pro wrestling.

Of course, when it came time to get some new blood on the panel in the form of David Otunga (meh), it was Booker T who left. Thankfully it wasn’t Paige who disappeared, but getting rid of Coach or Rosenberg would have been worlds better.

Ambrose and Rollins Cool and Collected

When Charly Caruso suggests the power on Raw may shift if Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins become Raw Tag Team Champions at WWE Hell in a Cell 2018, they scoff. Because the power has always lied with The Shield, and they’re looking forward to proving it yet again by winning all of the men’s championships on Raw.

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Okay, Let’s Address the Giant Red Gorilla in the Room

Not going to mince words other than to keep things family friendly: The red cell looks like trash. If rumors are true that Vince McMahon changed it just for the sake of change, it’s easily one of the dumbest decisions he’s ever made. Supposedly it was tested for visibility, but I’m sure they did that for the Punjabi Prison, too, and you couldn’t see jack squat.

The main card is starting off with the first of two cell matches, so we’ll see if we can see or not. I’m not very hopeful.

Alexa, Make a Harvard Educated Lawyer Seem Irrelevant

Ouch. Ice cold, Miss Bliss.