Wrestlemania XXX Ring Report

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April 7, 2014 by Joey Keogh

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The biggest night in sport’s entertainment is finally upon us and although the road was long, and Cena was thrown out of the car several times for being just a little bit too enthusiastic, the atmosphere in New Orleans is absolutely electric – and why shouldn’t it be? This is the moment we’ve been building up to all year, the time for scores to be settled, new heroes to be created, and maybe, just maybe, for Daniel Bryan to finally get a shot at the championship.

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We open with that goddamn Kid Rock song, which is just one of tonight’s “themes”, (and it is totally not going to get annoying, obviously) as Cole waxes lyrical like an excited child on YouTube about how incredibly important tonight is for everyone. In fairness, the stage looks absolutely amazing – everything lights up, from the giant Xs to the super-long ramp, down which the legendary, leathery Hulk Hogan struts to rapturous applause. Naturally, since he’s a bit out of practice, he botches his lines within about ten seconds, but no matter because he’s brought some friends with him tonight (no, not Brooke, though she is dancing in the front row like an idiot throughout) – none other than Stone Cold and The Rock, both of whom emerge to deafening cheers.

Stone Cold looks like he’s having a great ol’ time, while The Rock, resplendent in a T-shirt so tight it might as well be body paint, has several, rather clever, rhymes for us about just how awesome it is to be back at Wrestlemania and the making of “Rock babies” (euw). The first mention of Cena elicits boos, which doesn’t bode well for his much-anticipated match against Bray Wyatt later on. Apparently, Hulk (who consistently makes reference to the Superdome, in spite of the fact that is definitely not the venue) cleared the way for him, Stone Cold for Bryan (because he fought Vince back in the day), and so on. Each man does his catchphrase, before they reminisce over some beers, shake hands, stroke each other’s egos and we’re off! As openings go, it’s pretty special, even if it mostly consists of three old guys standing around discussing the good ol’ days.

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It’s nice to see how far we’ve come, and how different things are at the moment, but hopefully there won’t be too much Hulk throughout the show because not only does he resemble a particularly old sofa at this stage, he can’t really deliver his lines too well and, in spite of the many, many, many Hulkamania T-shirts in the crowd, his presence doesn’t really mean that much anymore (not compared to Stone Cold or The Rock, anyway). The first match of the night is also the most important, the game-changer, as it were – Bryan versus Triple H. So, before we get into that, we’re treated to a wonderful little promo, charting Bryan’s awe-inspiring rise from indie underdog to Yes Movement instigator, before The Authority came along to mess everything up on him. Even the mere presence of Steph onscreen elicits ridiculous booing, which just goes to show how well she and her husband are playing their roles as supreme heels of the WWE corporate machine.

skully skullSingles Match for the third spot in the WWE World Heavyweight Championship Triple Threat Match: Triple H -v- Daniel Bryan
But it’s nothing compared to the reception Triple H’s ridiculously over-the-top, Conan-esque entrance, gets. Clad in a massive headdress and cloak, flanked by sexy female guards, The Game emerges on a throne before throwing off his all clothing and strolling purposefully to the ring, confident in his predetermined victory over Bryan. The entrance looks amazing, but, come on, who the hell is he supposed to be in that outfit? He poses in the ring as Steph, dressed like a businesswoman/part dominatrix, applauds from the sidelines. In spite of the fact his opponent boasts exactly zero bells and whistles when he arrives, the reception to Bryan is much warmer indeed.

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What’s quite shocking, even before the match begins, is just how much smaller in build and stature Bryan is, in comparison to his hulking, massive opponent. Triple H starts by offering a hand to him, which he kicks away, thereby setting the match off as he means it to go on – with a display of ruthless brutality. Bryan has simply had enough, and he’s here to take the title or die trying. Steph sulks ringside as he gains traction over Trips, heeling it up like the pro she is, offering nuggets of pep-talk-style bullshit here and there. The match develops into a few minutes of chain wrestling as the two men struggle to gain dominance over each other, before Trips turns to focusing on Bryan’s injured shoulder/arm (which will remain in a sling for most of the night). Bryan then launches himself out of the ring, to sort-of tackle his opponent, and the two collapse on the ground, leading Steph to scream “You’re never gonna win! You’re B+ at best!” The two men then tear apart the announce table, which is very early in the show indeed, before wrestling on top of it, much to Cole’s shock/disapproval. Steph starts a “Yes!” chant from the sidelines, to the utter disgust of the crowd, and the camera pans over to reveal that JBL’s hat has been let loose in the fray, too – it’s chaos! Bryan is really taking a beating throughout, and he almost loses to a count out, before being put into a crossface chickenwing, which puts even more pressure on his shoulder. “B+!” Trips screams, as he gets him in a headlock. But Bryan isn’t going down with a fight, unleashing German Suplexes on his opponent, which considering his diminutive size is quite remarkable to see. He follows it up with a Power-Bomb from the ropes, and several dropkicks, before Trips gets him in a crossface yet again, leaving him crawling exhaustedly towards the ropes. At one point, it really seems as though Bryan is about to give up, but he finally makes it, turning it around on Trips to put him in a crossface, leaving him open to tap out, which would be totally humiliating for The Game, and totally awesome for everyone else. Steph tries to intervene, before Trips delivers the Pedigree, but it’s to no avail as Bryan sensationally corners him, punching him over and over before countering his submission attempt and finally dropkicking him to emerge victorious – holy shit, we collectively think as one, he’s actually done it.
Winner: Daniel Bryan (it feels ridiculously good to type that)

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Steph, annoyed that her horniness has all been for nothing and she’s going to have to punish her hubby later instead of reward him, slaps Bryan, before Trips grabs a chair and beats him with it repeatedly – surely this isn’t going to affect his performance later on in the Triple Threat match!? Steph isn’t happy as she leads Triple H, but Bryan, in spite of his obvious pain and discomfort, is absolutely euphoric.

skully skull6-Man Tag Team Match: The Shield -v- Kane & The New Age Outlaws
Although this match has the potential for some kick ass spots, it’s sadly short, with most of its running time taken up by The Shield’s slow, purposeful entrance to the ring – they look particularly intimidating tonight, though, clad in Misfits-esque half-skull masks. NAO may be old dogs at this stage, but they still know how to fight and, along with Corporate Kane, they give as good as they get, making a genuine attempt to beat The Hounds Of Justice. They’re repping The Authority tonight, so they’re booed out of it, but no matter, they enjoy being bad and they’re ridiculously good at it too. Reigns kicks things off, of course, with his awe-inspiring Superman Punch. Rollins flips over the top rope to tackle Kane, before he and Ambrose launch out of the ring to get the NAO, and then Reigns spears Kane in the ring, all of which displays not just the immense amount of power at play here, but just how important these three are as a team, and how well they work together. They’re seriously on fire tonight, with move after move after move, culminating in a crazy impressive, totally ridiculous double Triple Power Bomb, which of course wins them the match. Rollins and Reigns hug it out as Ambrose works his Joker gimmick by vamping from the top rope – a short, but ridiculously impressive, match and a well-deserved win for the strongest tag team in WWE right now.
Winners: The Shield (believe in the faces)

skully skullAndré the Giant Memorial Battle Royal: 30-Man Battle Royal for the André the Giant Memorial Trophy
Clearly the just for laughs match, stuck in the middle to give us a breather from all the carnage displayed before and afterwards, this is still a hot ticket for those guys on the roster looking to make a name for themselves sooner rather than later. It’s fitting that only Sheamus and a couple of others even get entrances, and that it dissolves into a mess of bodies pretty much immediately, making it near impossible to notice, or even care, when jobbers get eliminated one by one. Within moments, Cody Rhodes and Kofi Kingston are already hanging off the ropes, trying desperately to remain in the match. Brad Maddox, who has recently changed his Twitter handle to GM (Giant Muscles) like the brilliant heel-in-the-making he is, is sadly kicked out within seconds, which is a disservice to him and his loyal fans, all ten of whom are probably enraged at this injustice. Hopefully he’ll get another chance to showcase his, er, talents sooner rather than later.

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Brodus Clay and his new, very weird, hair are gone within moments also, followed by The Great Khali, and Zack Ryder, who is rather humiliatingly ousted by none other than 3MB, who as you probably recall were delighted to just be included in this bout, and yet have no intention, or indeed chance, of winning it. They don’t make it much longer though, and are followed by Mark Henry and Big E, a favourite to win who suffers the indignity of being thrown out by Fandango, who naturally takes a moment to do a little victory dance/hip swivel afterwards, only to be removed by Sheamo. Big Show then gets rid of R-Truth by throwing him up in the air and over the ropes, before Alberto Del Rio eliminates Goldust, then his brother Cody Rhodes, and Cesaro takes out Rey Mysterio, even after he tries about fifty times to knock him out with his classic 619 manoeuvre. Cesaro then flips Kofi out of the ring but, as the man is wont to do in these types of bouts, he manages to keep his feet on the steel steps, thereby retaining his spot. Unfortunately, he immediately falls victim to the infamous Cesaro Swing. Big Show then choke-slams Cesaro, while Sheamo Brogue Kicks Kofi and knocks him out. Finally, Dolph Ziggler’s hopes are dashed as he, too, is eliminated. In a shocking twist – the first of many tonight – Sheamo and Del Rio, two of the favourites to win the trophy, are simultaneously ejected from the ring, leaving just Cesaro and Big Show to battle it out for the gold. In a remarkable feat of strength, Cesaro actually picks up Big Show and, to the shock and awe of absolutely everyone, throws him clean out of the ring. The “Holy shit” chant seems particularly apt as the Swissman shakes hands with his opponent and hoists the massive Andre The Giant memorial trophy above his head, in spite of the fact it took the combined efforts of three men just to get it inside the ring in the first place. If Raw doesn’t kick major ass for this man tomorrow night, it’ll be a damn shame.
Winner: Cesaro (we the person)

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Up next, a rousing Cena promo (we can never get enough of those) which for some bizarre reason is scored by that same damn Eminem song that was chosen as a theme for this whole fucking show – it doesn’t work as the WM theme tune, and it certainly doesn’t work here, as we are shown the Superman’s triumphant ascent to becoming the face of the company, followed by his rapid decline in mental health and stability at the hands of twisted sicko Bray Wyatt. This match has already been built up exceptionally well over the past few weeks on Raw, so we don’t really need this, and the weird song, with its laugh-out-loud silly refrain of “Am I a martian?” isn’t helping matters.

skully skullJohn Cena -v- Bray Wyatt
This was my most anticipated match, I have been absolutely stoked to see these two fight it out for the past few weeks and the build-up has been incredible. Bray’s pop for the city always goes down well, but tonight the Wyatts’ entrance is extra special because their ominous theme tune (reminiscent of Rob Zombie’s “House Of 1000 Corpses”) is being played live by some band pretending to be cool by wearing masks and Dios Los Muertes make-up. Nevertheless, it’s a nice touch that makes their entrance even cooler than usual, and Bray, in particular, looks completely thrilled as he strolls towards the ring (or, as thrilled as he is allowed to be given his sinister persona). Cena, on the other hand, is booed out of it as he makes his approach, looking more serious and apprehensive than he did in the toilet that time Rowan turned up to freak him out. As he enters the ring, a sign which reads “If Bray Loses We Wyatt” becomes clear, and suddenly we are saddened by the lack of humour on display tonight (another reads “This Is Our Honeymoon” – yikes). The match starts off a bit weirdly, as is to be expected, with Bray on his knees demanding that Cena finish him. The two then stare each other out for a little while before finally locking horns, even though Cena is terribly confused by Bray’s smack talk as he calls for him to unleash the monster within (damn this guy is good at playing the crazy dude). As a result, he chooses to launch himself out of the ring to tackle the other two Wyatts instead, before taking a beating from Bray and then lying exhausted in his lap as the weirdo sings his little weirdo song to him. Odd moments like this allow us to believe Bray might actually win this match – or, even better, that Cena might finally turn heel. Sadly, as it goes on, it becomes clear that neither is really a possibility tonight as Cena works his way out of more and more difficult endeavours, such as when Harper delivers a drive-by, on which Bray capitalises with a submission hold, out of which Cena almost effortlessly kicks. Cena then tackles Harper through the barricade, almost landing in poor ol’ Justin Roberts’ lap yet again. Once back in the ring, Bray tries the Sister Abigail, only for Cena to counter with the STF. Bray reaches the rope to break the hold and then turns his attention to the Spanish announce table – in fairness, it’s remarkable that it’s stayed intact this long into a PPV – which causes Ricardo Rodriguez to seize his moment to shine by pointing stupidly at the French announce table as another option instead. Bray grabs a steal chair but, to everyone’s surprise, he hands it to Cena, demanding it be used on him – will Cena do a heel move to beat him? “FINISH MEEEEEE!” Bray screams like the loony loon he is, as the ref, rather bizarrely, is all “Don’t do this, John. This is not who you are” as though they’re, like, bowling buddies or some shit. For a moment, it looks as though it may just be time for Cena to finally, finally, finally turn heel, but then he loses it by using the chair on Rowan instead (who’s perched precariously on the apron), causing Bray to try for the Sister Abigail, which Cena powers out of and delivers the Attitude Adjustment to win. And that’s it, our hopes of a Cena heel turn are once again dashed, along with Bray’s chances to be really fucking over. The Superman is in full force yet again, so hopefully his arm explodes soon so he can bow out gracefully.
Winner: John Cena (rapadon’t)

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Next up, we get a fantastic Taker promo, starring the incomparable Paul Heyman, who really believes his client Brock Lesnar has a shot to Beat The Streak tonight and make it 21 and 0. It’s a bold claim, one that’s been made, quite literally, about twenty times at this stage, but we all know where this is going, and nobody came here to watch Taker lose, so let’s just get on with it.

skully skullThe Undertaker -v- Brock Lesnar
Even though it’s about fifty years old at this stage, Taker’s entrance still gives me goose bumps, and tonight with the addition of 22 coffins, each with the name of someone he’s beaten inscribed on the top (Punk’s is quickly glazed over, of course), it feels even more incredible – if that’s even possible. As he enters the arena, Taker sets Lesnar’s coffin on fire, sending out a message that he doesn’t intend to lose tonight, whether his opponent likes it or not. The two men stare each other out in the ring as Taker gets his money’s worth of his spiffy new hat and Lesnar pretends he hasn’t got a subway shop’s branding on his super-cool MMA shorts. As Taker matches go, this one is strangely dull, with the Deadman taking more of a beating than one would expect him to during his one match of the year, and Lesnar displaying more talent and sheer brutality than he has done in months, but to little effect. He’s sweating his butt off as he delivers Suplex after Suplex, while Heyman sits curiously quiet at ringside – this is clearly a pivotal moment in his client’s career, and he either doesn’t want to interrupt, or fears he might jinx it if he does. Lesnar picks Taker up and performs the F5, but Taker kicks out. He then uses the Hell’s Gate on Lesnar but, instead of tapping out, Lesnar lifts Taker up while still in the hold, before choke-slamming him. Lesnar then takes the top rope and delivers the F5 once again. Finally, Heyman pipes up, screaming “He’s taking this away from you! You’re Brock Lesnar!” as the two men lie around, totally exhausted. Lesnar gets Taker in a corner and punches him repeatedly, before Taker picks him up and Power-Bombs him, a move which is quickly followed by a Tombstone, a Piledriver and three F5s, all in succession, which lead to easily the most shocking moment in recent WWE history as Lesnar wins. He beats the streak. Even Heyman can’t believe it, and Taker himself can’t seem to tear himself away from the ring as he sits about, looking confused/upset/shocked all at once. There are several shots of disappointed, confused and downright outraged nerds in the crowd as everyone waits for the punch-line that never comes.
Winner: Brock Lesnar (even typing it doesn’t make it feel real)

skully skullVickie Guerrero Divas Championship Invitational: 14-Diva Single-Fall Match for the WWE Divas Championship
Piss break time! This is very short, even by Divas standards, which is good because it’s woefully predictable from the outset, even with the addition of super-heel Vickie Guerrero standing by to keep watch over the proceedings. Layla pays tribute to The Shield by wearing a mask throughout, while Tamina has got her hair done for the occasion, and Nikki Bella appears to be channelling a disco ball/baseball player hybrid that is neither sexy nor intimidating.

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The most interesting moments of this nothing match, which is little more than the usual mix of screeching, hair-pulling and drop-kicking, come when the Bellas turn on each other, Tamina tries to do an actual move from the top rope and gets pushed off, and when three ladies are involved in a half-assed Tower Of Death. Other than that, it’s a fairly dull mess of glitter and feather covered bodies, until AJ delivers the Black Widow and then cheats her way to victory by forcing Naomi to tap out, by grabbing her hand and quite literally doing it for her. She takes special pride in taking the belt off Vickie though, who couldn’t possibly hate it more.
Winner: AJ Lee (retaining, if anybody cares)

skully skullTriple Threat Match for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship: Randy Orton -v- Batista -v- Daniel Bryan
Finally, the moment of truth has arrived and sadly the atmosphere has dipped significantly in the arena since the whole Undertaker debacle, which is terrible because Bryan deserves his moment to shine – especially when he’s selling his injuries so damn well. But before we can get to that, we are treated to a live rendition of Orton’s theme tune by some sort of Linkin Park tribute band, fronted by a wannabe Jacoby Shaddix, only with none of his charisma or talent. This must be the band’s only gig this year because they are giving it loads, almost to the point of nausea. Of course, most of our nausea is reserved for Batista, who wanders out looking as though he’d rather be anywhere but here, before missing his cue (of course) as his lame-ass bellybutton tattoo is screened on the massive Xs behind him, fuck knows why. Bryan, naturally, gets the biggest and best reaction, while Orton’s belts are so damn heavy, he can’t even lift them high enough to do his pose – you’ll have to wait till later, horny ladies in the audience (and at home). Batista immediately goes for Bryan, before being thrown into the barricade by Orton, who demands the crowd move away, as he steps back to do his pose on the steel steps. Back in the ring, Bryan takes turns kicking both men in the chest, before Orton Power-Bombs him. Bryan then throws Batista into the turnbuckle, before lining Orton up in the opposite corner. He goes back and forth between the two, laying waste to both. He delivers a Frankensteiner on Orton, who kicks out. The Authority turn up to stir shit up, with Trips immediately dragging the ref out of the ring, thereby allowing Batista to perform a Spinebuster on Bryan, and the notorious Scott Armstrong is brought in to take over as referee – a clear sign, if one was needed, that Bryan isn’t being given a fair go here (Cole is positively OUTRAGED, he can’t even deliver clichés, damn it!)

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Gradually, the crowd begin to wake up, as Bryan suicide-dives off the top rope to tackle The Authority and Armstrong simultaneously. Trips grabs a sledgehammer, but before he can use it, Bryan tackles him, and then pins Batista. Orton quickly breaks it up, leading to the two teaming up to eliminate Bryan. Orton hits his injured arm with the steel steps, then delivers an RKO off the Spanish announce table (Ricardo is not best pleased), thereby landing on a monitor and cutting up his back pretty badly. The paramedics turn up and stretcher Bryan off but, just as he’s moving up the ramp, he jumps off, triumphantly running back to the ring to finish what he started, like a teeny, bearded little Mick Foley. He immediately gets Orton in the Yes-Lock, he almost taps out but Batista breaks it up, thereby getting himself put in it, before Orton performs an RKO on him, out of which he kicks once more. Finally, Batista has Orton pinned, and he kicks out again, leaving Bryan open to put Batista in the Yes-Lock, out of which he taps, as Orton reaches desperately back into the ring, as he watches his chances fall away before his very eyes. And then finally, just when it seems like all hope may be lost, Bryan is victorious. He takes the championship, and as he stands back to revel in it, he genuinely seems almost as shocked as we are.
Winner: Daniel Bryan (again, it feels SO good to type that)

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It was a phenomenal, shocking, awe-inspiring, life-changing end to a strangely wonderful Wrestlemania – arguably the best, and most consistent, PPV in a while, in fact. There were moments that lagged, such as the Taker v Lesnar match, which of course ended in the worst possible way. Likewise, The Shield match could’ve been a bit longer, to allow both them and their opponents some space to show off what they can do. Seeing Cena win again was a bit of a downer, but I suspect this isn’t the end of this angle, and it may even turn into the much-discussed heel turn, if we’re lucky. The Divas match was utterly meaningless, but that’s only to be expected.

It did showcase, though, that the roster is over-populated with jobbers and that really good women, such as AJ, Tamina, even Summer Rae, are disappearing into the fray as a result. Overall, though, this was a great Wrestlemania, and the matches, in general, were strong, exciting and unpredictable. Seeing Bryan win (twice!) almost made up for the months and months of losses and near-misses, even though as confetti rained down and he held back tears in the ring, the cynic in me wondered whether someone was going to turn up and wreck it all for him yet again. Speaking of which, Punk did not return, as Stone Cold predicted, which means that either he is gone for good (the most likely scenario) or WWE are biding their time until they can make a proper impact with him.

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There were moments where the narrative dragged, and Taker’s loss is probably going to sting for the foreseeable future, but all things considered, Wrestlemania 30 kicked major ass, and it’s pretty much guaranteed that the Raw that follows it is going to, too.

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15 thoughts on “Wrestlemania XXX Ring Report

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  2. […] Taker V Wyatt For Wrestlemania 31? Considering The Undertaker‘s face is emblazoned on certain promotional materials for next year’s Wrestlemania event, it seems pretty much guaranteed he’s going to show up and bring the house down once more. However, although it seemed at first that he’d be up against an old timer, such as Trips or even Sting, rumours are now circulating that none other than Bray Wyatt is being considered for a match with Taker. It goes without saying that such a booking would be incredible for both men, but it remains to be seen whether The Deadman will even be cleared to wrestle at the event. Either way, he’ll be there to cause a ruckus as per usual (though probably not as much as last year). […]

  3. […] barely had a look in the past few months, aside from bit parts here and there – remember when he won the Andre The Giant memorial trophy? No? Anyone? The two men are obviously hungry for it, which is great to see, with Cesaro focusing on […]

  4. […] as an adult and you can’t even believe it. At least, that was the general consensus when Taker’s seemingly unbeatable streak finally ended after 21 consecutive years of victories. This was an incredibly special, undeniably shocking moment […]

  5. […] to watch Daniel Bryan win the championship in a high-stakes, hugely memorable triple threat match on the greatest stage of them all. The fact that everyone had Bryan pegged as not being good enough to be the face of the company was […]

  6. […] Triple H, in particular, looking a bit like he did during last year’s much-discussed Wrestlemania […]

  7. […] is the most hotly anticipated, well-built title match since Wrestlemania. Most people (myself included) were a bit underwhelmed when it was determined Lesnar v. Cena would […]

  8. […] the first PPV of the year, not to mention the first step on the road to Wrestlemania, and what better way to kick things off than with an experts panel that does not include Alex Riley […]

  9. […] than being unanimously booed) and the question is posed: should he be allowed to fight Lesnar at Wrestlemania? He’s all “Hell no” because he didn’t understand the question. Trips gets in […]

  10. […] The whole mid-card is being thrown into a battle royal and a ladder match for the IC title, while Cena plays the bully opposite one of the most brutal and unstoppable forces on the roster. Rollins is, presumably, preparing to either cash in or face up against Orton while Reigns works hard on proving to everyone, including himself, how he’s earned his spot. All things considered, there isn’t one, big selling point like WM30. […]

  11. […] us. Lesnar talks at length about how he loves hurting people (“Is that sadistic?”) and how he broke the streak and he doesn’t care about how us idiots feel about him doing that because he’s only in […]

  12. […] Apparently, Bryan is being set up to win the IC title on Sunday, which makes no sense given he won the world heavyweight championship last year but apparently he’s being set up for a feud with Ziggler, so whatever. Cole reckons Bryan […]

  13. […] meaningless, and judging by how it did absolutely nothing to help give Cesaro a push after he won it last year, I think it’s safe to say that nothing will really change significantly, regardless of who […]

  14. […] all this hard work could be destroyed by a WWE Legend who hasn’t appeared in a WWE ring since his decimation at the hands of the monster Brock Lesnar. This is Taker, though, not just a mere mortal and the Deadman will once again deliver and send the […]

  15. […] reason. He chucks a tonne of dudes out, but it’s Cesaro who rids the ring of Kane, echoing his show-stopping performance from last year. Turning his attention to Show, he lines the giant up to throw him off, showing off his incredible […]

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