Hello everybody, it's Jack from Colthaholic Wrestling back once a good. Hello! It's Jack from... I thought you'd left! It's Jack from Caldaholic Wrestling and I'm back because it's the biggest party of the summer coming up, Rob. Oh! Couldn't miss it. Yeah, raise that roof straight away. It's hot WrestleMania, everybody. This, right, looking at the card, and obviously this is the first two... And Andrew's here as well, as well as Ross by the camera.

Iyer.

Jules behind the camera.

Aya. This, right, looking at the card, and obviously this is the first two, and Andrew's here as well, as well as Ross, by it. Iyer. Jules behind the camera. Ayah. Looking at the card, and obviously this is the first two-day summer slam in history, it feels like a secondary mania, doesn't it? It does a little bit, doesn't it? It's a dirty, dirty, dirty party. Dirty party. All the stipulation matches, the street fight, the cage match, the other one I've forgotten right now. No DQs. Big kind of feud-endery style field matches. Lots of gnarly SH1T will be seen. There's lots of stuff that could happen. But what do we want to happen? We'll find out because this is obviously nine pitches. if you've never seen it before, we'll go round in a circle, Ross, then I and do them myself, Ross, not under them myself,

and we will be left with nine wonderful pitches. But of course, we always adhere to that most golden of rules. It's not what we think's going to happen. It's what we want to happen. I was about to start there that's not how it it, that's not how it works. Jesus. We're flip reversed, haven't we? We've done a blazing squad on how the set-up normally looks when there's three people. Oh, God, that's me. But we will start with you, Ross. If you're ready to go like pit bull. Anything and happy at a party, can't. I don't know what I'm saying now. Dirty. I've written down, shows called pitchers, right? It's what we want to happen, right? Because I reckon this one will go down like a lead balloon, but it's what I want to happen. So suck my balls. Cian punk hits a third GTS in a roll on Gunter and wipes out the big Austrian towards the end of their world heavyweight championship match. The punkster slides into the cover. One, two, lights out. Seth Rollins's

theme plays and here comes Rollins with crutches under armpits, but also with an Oracle and

a briefcase. Punk is irate in the ring, but before he's able to leave the ring to get to Rollins, because by this stage the match, he's obviously knack it, so he's moving slower than he normally would. He's wiped out by a spear to the back from Brom Breaker. We see a replay of the spear from side on, as I imagine the whiplash for punk would be a sight of behold, if you're not that on him. But I do hope he remains safe, though, because I do conceding like Andrew does on these pictures, that that spot could go very awry. You evil man. You got these things to do something. Bronson Reed, making sure everyone knows he's wearing Roman Reins his shoes after stealing them on Raw in a fantastic

fashion. Does a tsunami to Gunter, who was still laid out in the middle of the

ring, off those three successive GTSs. Rollins, looking at both

punk and Gunter, sprawled out on the floor like sleeping policeman

says, wow, we are, we? Let's have a cash in. So, the

briefcase is handed the referee very slowly because crutches

are involved. Seth Rollins climbs the stairs very slowly because crutches are involved.

Bron and Brons not patrol on the ring, so in the area to make sure nobody can get to Rollins.

It's a foregone conclusion. Nothing can go wrong here. Rollins is in the ring now and he goes for

the cover on Gunter. One, two, shoot, roll up reversal from Gunter despite everything he's gone through. One, two, three. Gunter retains and Rollins has failed his cash-in. Rollins goes irate at the goons for not making sure the cash-in was done successfully. He's completely blameless in this. He's the architect. He does all the plans. He's got a... He didn't get the chance, though, to take the title home and therefore take the power home with him, as I'm sure he would have said, loads of times from his bed or something. The Bron Bronze, but more so Bronbreaker, look absolutely sick of their lives, but stand there and take their telling off from Rollins,

who tells them, a son there's messa! The goons and Rollins are not clicking for me. WrestleMania, let's not forget, was in the middle of April, and we're now in August. And for me, it just doesn't feel natural outside of the Bronbron's tag team work. I'm enjoying that, but the thing as a whole, it still hasn't got a name. What we're doing?

It's just not clicking for me.

Therefore, I think going down this road,

and then when Rollins is fit, going down, I'm enjoying that, but the thing as a whole, it still hasn't got a name. What we're doing, it's just not clicking for me.

Therefore, I think going down this road, and then when Rollins is fit, going down the Brombricker versus Seth Rollins, who is the leader kind of feud, is a lot more compelling than Rollins with a title at the moment. Oh, it's interesting. But I do think it's the contrarian pick, but it's what I want to happen. So there you go.

I don't know what I think yet.

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