Hello, and welcome to the NXT review. I'm Adam Wilborn from WhatCulture joined by the

dadly boys of WhatCulture, Michael Hamlet, and Michael Sidgerick here to review everything

that happened on last night's episode of NXT. But before we get into it, if you're a

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of course are on rest of WhatCulture. As said, they're joined by Hamlet and Sidgerick

to review NXT. And what did you make of last night's show with all the title matches, Michael

Hamlet?

Good, really good. Short of thrilling, for the most part, I have to admit, but very little

bad. And I continue to have my trust gradually rebuilt in the process. The sometimes boring,

the very transparent, but the formula of the fortnightly booking patterns of NXT with

the stuff that looms in the background for takeover while presenting television-ready

stuff. That's a very boring analysis of an art form, I appreciate, but I think we're

still somewhere away from finding the perfect version of NXT as an art form. It's just

been about watching the machine clunk back into life again, because it does produce

episodes of television like this, where I genuinely enjoyed it. I like seeing where things

were going for almost every character. I keep going back to that thing the other week

where we were Sidgerick, pulling up the roster, looking for an opponent to answer like an

interruption promo, and there wasn't really anybody there, and there was more of that

this week. Everybody feels included. Everybody feels like they've got directions, and you're

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