[4.0] "Lesnar opens the show with an attack on the commentators. And because Corey Graves is clearly more adept at handling an F-5 than Michael Cole, he gets two of them. Lesnar's message is thus as monosyllabic as it is clear. The Miz takes over the job, and I'm not celebrating that. The first match is unremarkable, and the Street Profits seem to be on the same page after all. Actions have consequences, and so the Vision guys have to go back out there again after RAW. If you blow even more powdered sugar up Breakker and Breed's asses, they can dress up as cotton candy at Oktoberfest. Ask Fraxiom! And when Nia Jax, of all people, makes fun of a competitor's in-ring skills, I feel pretty screwed over as a viewer. And what's also pretty annoying are R-Truth's constant attempts to sell us and his colleagues on site ESPN subscriptions. Then Sami Zayn delivers the MOTN again. The last segment involves a contract signing followed by a scuffle. That's about as original as fries as a side dish. Zayn saves the show."