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Another surge-free journey, this time 4 men in an S-Type Jaguar that is not really built for this many people and our Ghanaian driver drops us off in the central lane of a busy highway. Seriously lads, just get out here. Um, OK then! It's next to the arena and there's a queue, hurrah! But it's tiny, like 30 people or so, and soon enough we're in and at the bar.
The cans of beer are OK, I guess. Ian thinks we can't take them in because there's a sign which says "No alcohol to be taken inside", wilfully ignoring the words immediately following - "after the 12th minute of the 3rd quarter, or during the 4th quarter". We are fine with these.
I'd been worried most of the day that, since we were all on part of a package deal, my seatmate from 'mania would be my seatmate for Raw as well. Somehow, despite loudly protesting that I'm gonna take the aisle seat this time I actually end up at seat 4 of 1-4, but happily there's only one empty seat next to me so it can't be that guy and his mate.
Just before the wrestling starts, two people turn up. Everyone shunts up but my seatmates are not the people I feared. No, they're the couple who had sat next to Del at 'mania and spent the whole time complaining and being arseholes. Also, the bloke is the size of all 4 of us. I am squished again. The others laugh their fucking heads off and I am sick of taking these damn bullets (of course, I'm laughing too - this is proper schadenforeman).
As we'd sat down the pre-show panel was taking place in front of us. We gurned like idiots, and before Raw there was a Superstars match where Kalisto, your US champion, fights Bo Dallas of the Social Outcasts. The outcasts are meant to be hated and awful but they're totally doing this New Day-esque turn where their entertainment value is sky rocketing, and the Bo Train gimmick is hilarious. Mind you it really helps that I have a proper buzz on after an afternoon of drinking. Kalisto is a face but no-one really gives a shit about him here.
The WWE's pyro bill must be huge.
It's Vince, telling us he hates us! Hooray!
Shane's still alive then.
It turns out that, against everything we all believed, New Day are still the title holders because the 'mania match wasn't for the straps. This changes our prediction scores massively!
Wait, no it doesn't. We all predicted they'd leave with the belts, so everyone gets a point and Ian stays as winner - and is bumped to a >50% success rate. Give this man a booking job!
Charlotte tries really hard to deliver her speech in front of all the other women, but the crowd totally aren't in the mood to let her do so.
GRAB THE BRASS RING! GRAB IT NOW!
Time to dish out some European uppercuts mate.
4 man suplex is bonkers. Tower of power?