In a night that shattered timelines, borders, and any semblance of realism, Worlds Collide at The KIA Forum in Inglewood was less of a wrestling event and more of a multiverse breach supervised by a man in a giant cowboy hat and a skeleton on payroll.
Headlined by El Hijo del Vikingo channeling gravity’s sworn enemy in a match against a very serious Chad Gable (the man wrestles like he’s trying to fix America’s posture), the show ended with Vikingo still AAA Mega Champion, despite what appeared to be a knee doing its best impersonation of a folded tortilla mid-match. Fortunately, no serious injuries were reported, except for the collective whiplash fans suffered switching between lucha and suplex clinics.
The crossover was stacked like a breakfast burrito at 3 a.m. — NXT’s Ethan Page managed to escape with his North American Championship intact, proving once again that smugness and arm tattoos are a deadly combination. Meanwhile, Psycho Clown, Stephanie Vaquer, and even Rey Mysterio (merchandising MVP and living action figure) all made their presence felt — especially at the merch tables, where fans willingly entered a financial chokehold.
Now, for the true plot twist: the Undertaker was backstage. That’s right — the Deadman, who hasn’t been seen since Season 1 of “WWE LFG” (a show that sounds like it’s sponsored by energy drinks and parental concern), was reportedly haunting the halls like your divorced uncle at Thanksgiving. No entrance. No gong. Just vibes.
Triple H and Shawn Michaels also appeared at the top of the show alongside the Roldan family, and it’s reported the Roldans were very pleased with the production, especially since they were allowed to stand next to two men who own more NXT gold than Fort Knox. Special entrances were given to all — because if there’s one thing wrestling loves more than a surprise return, it’s unnecessarily complicated walkouts.
Commentary was handled by Corey Graves and Konnan, a duo whose chemistry was described as “high marks” — a rare compliment from internet people who still haven’t forgiven the Attitude Era for aging like milk.
And now… the Iguana in the room.
Mr. Iguana — yes, that Mr. Iguana — has apparently leapfrogged from comedic curiosity to WWE’s next potential cash cow. Reports suggest his surprise popularity at Money in the Bank (where he was spotted in the crowd like a fever dream) has sparked actual conversations about merchandising. Triple H even dropped his name at the post-show press conference, which, legally, makes Mr. Iguana canon now.
Word is WWE is “brainstorming” Mr. Iguana gear. Might we suggest a reptilian version of the classic foam finger? Or perhaps a $45 plush toy that doubles as a stress ball and emotional support animal?
Either way, Worlds Collide was a success. Fans want more. The Roldans want more. Triple H wants more lizards. And the Undertaker? He probably just wanted to use the bathroom in peace.