And I'm confused, Mike Sikin, just constantly saying that we'll start things off with Seth Freakin' Rollins. With his combination of creativity, athleticism, and skill, Rollins considers himself the guiding light of WWE. A beacon for the company, an example of what a WWE superstar should be. And the crazy thing is, he's kind of right. Honestly, minus the attitude of whatever faunting Graves wishes he could get out right now. I find it difficult to disagree, Mike. And with a superstar like Finn Balor, here's something he simply thrives when pressure is on. On the top, the Australian Cates. Oh, man. There's actually no regard for your opponent's safety when you talk to the sky. Whoa, taking flight, just crashing down with high impact. Rollins believes a lot of his own height, but the hype is certainly warranted. What does it take to topple the self-proclaimed visionary? You need to be on your game. From his provider, Seth Rollins absolutely has the skills to back it up. And it is crucial that you meet him at his level. I don't know if this is a show of confidence or a wasted opportunity to attack your opponent. Taking a trip outside, but he's got to be mindful of the count. Okay, he's re-entering the ring. Okay, he is not going to let him make a mockery of things. You got to be kidding me. That's gravity taking a break before coming down like thunder. Two. Oh, red in there. And Rollins finally would keep that string of offense in check. Yeah, he's able to stop that surge dead in its tracks. Now the show is the where it's all. I said Rollins taking charge in a big way. And Rollins cannot be stopped. Every run in for the victory. To count. Wait, now why? Byron, what's the sense in this decision? I don't have an answer, Michael. If you can put them away, you should put them away. Stop gloting and put your attention back to the match. Oh, not quite yet. It's like a league. We don't need this right now. Sure we do. The more the merrier is to have a fantastic matchup. Where is he? Kick to the line, coach. Oh. Calvary, just in time. Sing a great draft, kick corner. Down to his out of the way. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Denied via a wicked punch to the stomach. Please get in the corner. Cover the elbow. Right on the jaw. Uh-oh. Finish. Flash. Good. Uh-oh. Let's go. We're going to see it. It's one of the champs. Makes the cover. That's it. The champ stays the champ. Here is your winner. And still, World Heavyweight Champion, Sam. Re-Key-Rus! What a battle between these two superhuman athletes.