Orton comes in, and goes right after Harper but Wyatt gets entangled in proceedings. However, Orton sets up the second rope DDT and nail him with it.
Before he can capitalise however, the lights go out, and when they come back on, Wyatt is on the ramp and Rowan almost ambushes Orton from behind. It takes a timely superkick from Harper to extricate him from Orton, and the Viper follows up with an RKO.
Randy Orton and Luke Harper def. Bray Wyatt and Erick Rowan
Bray Wyatt laughs at Orton from the ramp, but it's yet another match where they've had him come out looking weak. Orton ends SmackDown with Harper, holding up his WWE title to the audience.
Rowan continues the offence on Harper, as it's pretty obvious that the match is meandering to a situation where the hot tag to Orton can be made. Wyatt tags in meanwhile, and holds Harper down with a chinlock.
However, when Harper makes it back to his feet, Wyatt tries to run the ropes and knock him down. But instead, he eats a body slam from Harper, and the hot tag is made!
We resume after the break, with Wyatt and Harper in action. The excommunicated member of the Wyatt Family dishes out slick offence for a man his size, before hitting a tope suicida through the ropes onto Rowan.
Bray capitalizes on the momentary shift of attention and levels Rowan with a painful sounding clothesline. With Harper clearly on the defensive, Bray and Luke Harper take turns in piling on him.
Ambrose then pushes him out of the ring, onto a table, and elbow drops him to hell from the top rope! Shades of Macho Man! But it isn't enough to keep Corbin down, as the Lone Wolf gathers his wits about him and catches Ambrose with the End of Days as he is making his way back into the ring!
We're back from the break, but perhaps unsurprisingly, it's Corbin in control. He crushes Ambrose with a painful looking spike through a table that's set up over on one corner of the ring.
While Ambrose slowly recoups, Corbin gets a leather strap and starts belting the Champion on the back. Ambrose writhes around in pain, but manages to squirm away and sidestep an oncoming Corbin headfirst onto a chair that's been propped up between two ropes.
He lays Ambrose out and goes outside the ring to fish a chair from underneath it. Ambrose seizes the moment and hits a missile dropkick through the ropes that sees Corbin go crashing over the Announcer's table.
He poses on top of the table as we cut to a break.
Nakamura makes his entrance, draped in regal red, with the audience bellowing out his theme music. This man's charisma is off the charts. Really. Whatever the "X-factor" is in pro-wrestling, Shinsuke Nakamura's got it and then some.
When he collapses in front of the ropes, the audience as one voice, screams "Yeaoh!". Behold the King. Behold him in all his glory. What a mind-blowing entrance!
Miz and Maryse are nowhere to be seen. But that doesn't really matter. All eyes are strained on Nakamura. He doesn't say anything, but just the patented hand sign is sufficient to pop the arena.
His music plays again, almost as though the WWE is pinching us to remind that it's true. It's damn true.