The Best And Worst Of WWE NXT 8/30/17: One Song Glorious

Previously on the Best and Worst of WWE NXT: We did the standard TakeOver B-show pre-tape, on which I have to disagree with Scott and say I tremendously enjoyed watching a pile of little British vegans beat the shit out of each other. Add some more! Bring back Diaper Skeleton! Violence for all, buffalo cauliflower po-boys for some!

AAH! IT’S NOT SCOTT! Also, hi! As you may have noticed from the byline that you didn’t read until I just mentioned it, I’m not Scott. I’m Brandon. You may know me as the guy who wrote the first four-ish years of this column. Scott’s on vacation and this isn’t one of the episodes where I’d have to comment on Kassius Ohno’s onesie-ass wrestling gear for enormous nostalgic toddlers, so I’m filling in!

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And now, the Best and Worst of WWE NXT for August 30, 2017. Hey, what happened to the lasers?

Worst: Don’t Cut A Promo On Me Or My Son Ever Again

If you were wondering, one of the major reasons I stopped writing the weekly Best and Worst of NXT column is because at some point during the past … let’s say, year and a half, NXT stopped being charming “Eugene” NXT — a wrestling savant in a goofy package — and became a straight-up Nick Dinsmore.