WWE delivered another so-called premium live event, and I walked away wishing I could get a refund on my time. Here’s the Bad Faith Review of Clash in Paris 2025.
Matches:
Roman Reigns vs. Bronson Reed
This wasn’t really Roman Reigns versus Bronson Reed. It was Roman Reigns versus the very idea of “aura.” And even calling that wrestling feels generous.
The trick is simple: WWE has built Roman’s mystique on absence. This was only his fifth match of the year. That isn’t aura, that’s a cheap return pop recycled over and over.
Roman barely wrestles. The Bloodline and Seth Rollins carry the heavy lifting while Roman poses like a human statue, acting as though he’s both Rock and Hogan at WrestleMania 18. It’s manipulation, convincing fans he’s more over than he actually is.
Roman Reigns is basically the AEW debut phenomenon: massive cheers when he shows up, then silence the week after. Except Roman just keeps returning every couple of months. Enough already.
And as usual, the post-match beatdown went longer than the match itself. A dramatic ten-minute exit so he can head straight back to vacation. Congrats, Roman, you’ve earned the Golden Nepo Baby Award.
The Street Profits vs. The Wyatt Sicks
Once upon a time, there was the bathroom break match. Now WWE has upgraded it into the merchandise buying opportunity match.
Why showcase underused wrestlers for fifteen minutes? Simple, to send fans to the merch tables. That’s the only logic here.
And what happened to Montez Ford? The man should have had his breakout push five years ago. Complete package. Stuck spinning in the mid-card, while Solo Sikoa rockets upward purely because of the Bloodline surname. It’s a blatant injustice.
Nikki Bella vs. Becky Lynch
Every PLE gets one women’s match, and this was it. WWE ticking boxes for optics.
The only standout moment? Nikki’s disaster kick, which truly was a disaster. A callback nobody asked for, echoing Alberto Del Rio’s famous whiff against Big Show. That’s the highlight reel moment we got.
NEXT.
Sheamus vs. Rusev
If this was “hardcore,” then Marie Kondo must have booked it.
Every weapon was perfectly placed: Prime bottles, Slim Jim tables, barrels neatly lined up. The whole ringside looked like a sponsored obstacle course, not a fight.
Even the tables broke like candy bars. Sheamus slammed Rusev through one, and he got back up ten seconds later. That’s not hardcore, that’s AEW-level no-selling.
Two legit brawlers reduced to props in a cartoon version of violence. Once your Donnybrook resembles Mickey Mouse Hardcore Hour, you’ve lost the plot.
John Cena vs. Logan Paul
And then there’s Cena. Still wrecking wrestling every time he shows up.
Most face turns have reasons. Cena’s? “Creative was bad.” That’s the justification. Creative keeps blaming The Rock for fiascos, but the real issue is cowardly writing and Triple H’s phoned-in booking. This is the Invasion angle rehashed from a Cena fan’s perspective.
To top it off, Logan Paul is still Googling wrestling moves. His take on Hangman Page’s Buckshot Lariat? Painfully slow, telegraphed, and empty of impact. No psychology. No weight.
Negative five stars.
Seth Rollins vs. CM Punk vs. LA Knight vs. Jey Uso
CM Punk superkicked Jey Uso in a forced Shawn Michaels tribute. WWE clearly wanted gasps. What they got was silence.
Coming straight after that hardcore mess of a match, none of the big bumps meant anything. Punk barking at Jey to fetch tables right after superkicking him was comedy gold, though probably not on purpose.
Then LA Knight put Punk through another fragile table that cracked like a Kit-Kat. Heavyweights can’t even break furniture properly? That’s embarrassing.
And the finish? Becky Lynch sneaking in dressed as a ninja. If “ninja interference” is WWE’s new default trope, it’s already tired. Imagine Austin interfering in Rock vs. Mankind like this. Ridiculous.
Final Verdict: Skip It
Clash in Paris 2025 was designed to sell merchandise and pad returns, not to deliver wrestling.
The formula is clear: give fans just enough to keep them watching, but never enough to satisfy them. Until WWE remembers that wrestling is supposed to be about, well… wrestling, don’t expect more than this cycle of disappointment.