XWL Breakdown: 8/29/2014 - 9/5/2014

Breakdown returns to the face of Randy Orton. He is standing in the middle of the ring not looking too pleased. He raises the mic in his hand and begins to speak.

[Randy Orton]
My name… Is Randy Orton.



The crowd lets out a mixed reaction.

[Randy Orton]
And I am getting sick and tired of all these nobodies that make up more than half of XWL's roster walking up to me and thinking for one second that they deserve my respect….

[Randy Orton]
First Ricochet, now the Bullet Club, who's next?



The crowd doesn't know what to think, having never heard this theme before. Orton looks towards the stage with a skeptical look.

[Cole]
I'm not sure who that.. Wait is that...



[JR]
It's Enzo Amore!!!

[King]
And by his side as always, Big Cass!!



The crowd gives off a loud cheer, some fans begin chanting "SAWFT!"

[ENZO]
I'm baaaaack!!!



[ENZO]
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Enzo Amore!!! Aka, EA All Day!!.. How Ya Doin'!!!

[ENZO]
I'm a bonafide G, and a certified S-T-U-D!!!!… And you can't.. teach.. that!!!!

[ENZO]
This is Big Cass!! He's seven feet tall, and he's two hundred eighty pounds!!….. And you can't.. teach.. that!!!!



[ENZO]
Growing up I was always told that in order to be the best, you need to beat the best, and in order to beat the best, you need to learn from the best. So that's exactly what I've been busy doing these past couple of months. I've been hitting the gyms with the best trainers, hitting the mats with the best coaches, and hitting the clubs with the best looking ladies. Short tempers and even shorter skirts, that's the way I like em'!!

[Cole]
Well he is Italian.

[King]
If he likes short tempers maybe you should introduce him to AJ Lee.

[Cole]
For her sake I don't think I will.

[King]
Speaking of short tempers, Randy Orton doesn't look too happy.

[Cole]
Well can you blame him! Who does Enzo Amore think he is interrupting a star such as Randy Orton!!!



[ENZO]
Now, thanks to my training I've got more moves than a knight on an empty chessboard. Check Mate bro.

[JR]
What does that even mean?

[Cole]
When it comes to Enzo Amore, I never know!

[ENZO]
Randy Orton, you may think of yourself as a ladies man, but when I walk into a room all the ladies eyes turn to me, because I'm Fresshhhhh to Deathhhh!! And you? Well you're nothing more than a Fugazi bro! You're faker than Stephanie McMahon's-

[Big Cass]
Enzo!

[ENZO]
What? I was just saying that he's faker than the story that she gave Nikki about Brie last week! What did you think I was going to say?

[Big Cass]
What? Nothing bro!!

[ENZO]
… Anyways.. Look at this chump, standing up there all mighty and high tryin' to look extra fly. Well no one's impressed, because every single person in this arena knows that there is no one flyer than Enzo Amore!!!

[ENZO]
Randy, you may think that you have the perfect look for an XWL Superstar, and you may think that there is nobody on your level, but I've got a newsflash for you bro. There aint no one, including you, who has the looks and the moves of today's top news, and that news bro, is EA All Day! Trash talkin', mohawkin', loud mouth, louder fists, how ya doin!!

[Big Cass]
You may have forgotten us Randy. But we haven't forgotten you.

[ENZO]
That's right, we haven't forgotten about what you did to my bro Big Cass.

[Big Cass]
My whole life all I ever wanted was to step into that very ring and be an XWL Superstar… I was finally there, after years of hard work, something that you wouldn't know anything about Randy… But what did you have to go and do? You went and punted me in the skull and now bye bye career, or at least for now. But you know how this business goes, when I'm healthy again who knows if there will still be a spot for me on this roster? Who knows if I'll ever be an XWL Superstar again thanks to you!!!

[Big Cass]
You went and ended the conversation before it even started, and this seven foot, two eighty pound conversation is ready for some payback!!

[ENZO]
Where we come from, we live by the motto.. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth… You think you're a tough guy? Well you're not. And I'm about to prove it!! Everyone's a tough guy until a real tough guy walks into the room. Everyone's a G until a real G walks into the room..



[ENZO]
EA All Day and Big Cass… BADA BOOM!!. Realest Guys in the Room!!!.. How Ya Doin!!!



[ENZO]
Now it's time for us to show everyone here what you really are.. And that's… S-A-W-F-T…. SAWW-

[JR]
RKO!!! RKO!!!

The crowd boos as Orton interrupted Enzo with a swift RKO!! The Viper gets right back to his feet and stares down Big Cass, who still being injured, quickly exits the ring and drags Enzo to safety.



[Randy Orton]
Like I was saying… I am SICK AND TIRED of nobodies thinking that they are worthy of wasting my VALUABLE time!!! Stephanie McMahon, if you're watching I hope that you listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. I respect you. I respect your family. I saw that The Bullet Club was giving you problems, it is now my mission to exterminate them from this company one nobody at a time. All that I wish for in return is the respect that I deserve. I don't know who you have planned for me to face tonight, but all that I ask is that it be someone more on my.. Level, than my recent opponents..



[Steph]
Randy. You and I haven't always seen eye to eye but recently we've been speaking the same language. So tonight as a token of my appreciation, you will be going one on one with none other than….. Triple H!!!



Orton smiles, clearly happy to be put up against someone of Triple H's caliber.

[JR]
You hear that King!! Randy Orton will be taking on Triple H later tonight!! I can't wait!!!

Its been a great night so far, wonderful interveiws, shocking debuts, returns, the whole 9 yards the fans are so excited for what will happen for the remainder of the night. Could it get any better than this their wondering, I guess they are about to find out. Then out of no where an unfamiliar theme music plays with a loud clock ticking, could it be? Then out of the blue  saying in a ladies voice "Impact in 3 2 1"


There he stands the man they call MVP, standing with two body gaurds on his side, he hasent been here in over 6 months, boy those were the days back when MVP was around it could only get better now that hes back.

{Cole}
OMG, King its him, its MVP, he really is back i thought it was just a rumor but I see some rumors are true. We have not seen this guy in over 6+ months, what on earth caused him to return?
{JR}
I don't know Cole but this is more exciting then a Texas barbecue, I wonder what he has to say because he is making his way to the ring right now.

MVP walks down the ramp leaving his body guards at the top by themselves, he then walks up the steel steps and walks into the ring, paces back and fourth until he is suitable to speak, he then begins to do just that.

M.V.P
IM BACKK!!! I know you people weren't expecting me to be back so soon, but then again you people really don't seem to know a damn thing now do you? I didn't think so! Rumors have been floating around the last month or so that MVP was gonna be returning, it wasn't  true but I thought to myself "Montel why not come back, give it one more shot, I mean you were the best there was in XWL at a point in time." So I trained, I prepared, I made the rumors true and dammit it felt good! It felt good to be back in the ring and that's when i really wanted it I wanted it bad so now I'm here, I'm back baby and I'm better than ever, hey I'm back and I'm better than each and everyone of you!


M.V.P
You know, its funny to me how I was the greatest a point and then when I lost it all each and everyone of you gave up on me, not a single soul was still with me, you know how hard that was to deal with knowing that I was just on top and after one match it all just disappears, it all just vanishes. For those of you who don't know, that's why I left, I didnt abandon you guys you abandoned me first so I had to make the choice stay around and be treated like a joke or just leave and say fuck it all. I choose that one not because I felt I couldn't rise back up, but I felt betrayed by you nitwits! I felt as if you gave up on me so I thought why stay around if they don't give a damn about you, but I was wrong for doing that I should have stayed and raised back up just to rub it in to you idiotic people. Now I'm back to do just that, and for anyone backstage who wishes to step in my way, DONT because it wont be pretty for you.


{JR}
Not the MVP I wanted to see, he clearly has turned his back on the XWL universe, these people have done nothing but support him.

{Cole}
I don't think so these people do have a tendency to just give up on a supertar, i dont blame him, I like this side of MVP.

M.V.P
Its simple why I'm here, I'm here to show each and everyone of you that I still have what it takes to be the face of this company, I still have what it takes to fight up there with the big guns such as John Cena, Shawn Micheals, Eric Young, etc none of those guys intimidate me, actually I believe I have beaten 2/3 of those people already if I'm not mistaking. I still have what it takes no matter what anybody says and like I said I'm going to prove that by doing what I have to do.


M.V.P
Matter fact, why am I even talking to you people you don deserve to know my intentions, you abandoned me for crist sakes. I can show you better than I could tell you just wait on it. This isn't the last of MVP


MVP drops the mic, and walks out the ring and up the ramp meeting his body guards at the top, he then begins to go backstage but turns around and holds up his chain which says MVP!

Divas Match






Lay- er, Fandango's theme sounds just as we come back from a commercial break, but the tron illuminates in a purple mixture flashing Layla's name across it letting us know that she's the one coming out. The fans are by no means happy about it, and they make sure to let us know by letting their boos reach the rooftops. Seconds pass, as the beat grows and soon fluttering out from the back is none other than Layla herself.




She stops dead center at the top of the stage, then raises both hands in the air, forming an invisible crown above her head. She's almost jacking Beth Phoenix's trademark pose, almost...but soon those hands lower down her body, ending at her waist where a smirk comes across her face, and she lets us know that she'll soon have the title back around her waist. Of course she's been saying that for weeks, but she is one of the women inside The Elimination Chamber in three weeks, so perhaps she'll be successful in that just like she was last year. Layla gives the camera a wink then looks down at her waist, where she envisions The Divas Championship already back around it as a bell sounds.

[Lillian Garcia]
The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...from Miami Florida, Layla!


[JR]
Layla's been on a roll as of late, let's see if she can keep it up tonight.

[King]
She's against a very game Nikki Bella, so while Layla may have had her number three weeks ago, and sort of last week in that Handicap Match...she'll need to really focus if she wants to keep up her winning ways.


[Michael Cole]
Layla's the most decorated diva in the history of the diva's division, and she didn't become that by losing to people like Nikki Bella.



Prancing her way down the ramp, Layla's not got a single care in the world, she's got a shot at regaining The Divas Championship at Eye For An Eye. She recently made up with her boyfriend Fandango, and she's been having quite a bit of success when it comes to matches lately, so add all of that together and you've got a very happy Layla. So happy that she's having a bit of fun with her entrance tonight, by showing off her twinkle toes, and her...other assets.



But Layla's someone that can turn up the intensity at the blink of an eye, and just as she was showing a bit of playfulness, it fades and instead we see that stone cold focus return to the face of The British Beauty. She nears the end of her path to the ring but takes a turn to the right, and a detour of sorts. As it appears like she's not ready to head to the ring just yet, she skedaddles her way over to the time keeper, where she asks for a mic, and being the dancing royalty that she is, she's granted one. The dancing tune comes to an end, as Layla raises the microphone up and taps her palm on it to bring about silence from this rudely rowdy crowd.  


[Layla]
I'd just like to take this time to dedicate this match to our Divas Champion, Madison Eagles!

Madison's not exactly a favorite among the fans much anymore either, but then again there's really only a few women back there that the fans are actually happy to see so that's not much of a surprise there. Layla lifts the mic into the air, letting the boos chorus through it with a grin on her face. Loweing the mic back down, Layla clears her throat before continuing.

[Layla]
Now Madison's a bit apprehensive about stepping inside The Elimination Chamber for the first time, and well...I remember my first time, don't you guys? I won, remember? Of course you do, because it's forever etched in history as a monumental moment. I might not look dangerous, but I think history speaks for itself, when I say that our wonderful champion need not worry about stepping inside Satan's Structure...because what she should be worrying about, is stepping into that ring...with me.

Never lacking in the confidence area, Layla seems to think that she's more threatening than The Elimination Chamber. She's just so gosh darn adorable isn't she?

[Layla]
Nikki's done so twice this month, and how has that worked out for her? But is that a surprise to anyone? Everyone knows that I'm the TRUE Queen of The Ring, so Madison...sweetheart, I dedicate this victory, to you...You and your reign as Divas Champion, a reign that might have escaped it's end at International Incident, but in three weeks will brought to it's demise, by the ruler of this division!


As confident as ever, Layla hands the mic back off to the person she snatched it from, then heads into the ring where she awaits Nikki. A wait that luckily for us, isn't long

[King]
Who gives a victory speech before the match even starts?

[JR]
No one can ever say Layla's not confident, the question is...confident enough, or too confident?

[Michael Cole]
When your resume is as long as Layla's you deserve the right to be cocky, because as she says...she's flawless!




Nikki Bella's entrance music hits, and the crowd is just glad that the spotlight isn't on Layla for once. The audience cheer loudly as Nikki makes her way out onto the stage, in a surprisingly good mood considering everything that's been going on in her life lately, she has technically lost her sister, she doesn't have a clue where she is, so why is she smiling? Anyway, with that big smile on her face, she stops at the ramp and spins around while shaking her hips, which receives a huge pop from the males in the crowd.

[Lillian Garcia]
Introducing her opponent, on her way to the ring from Scottsdale Arizona, Nikki Bella!

[JR]
Nikki's certainly a strong young woman, her sister is once again no longer at her side, and she's left to create her own legacy now.

[King]
I still don't understand what happened with Brie, she wouldn't up and abandon her sister, would she?

[Michael Cole]
Who cares? I think we learned a long time ago that The Bella Twins simply don't have it in them to be as successful as someone like Layla, and that's why she's stuck playing cheerleader to The World Heavyweight Champion instead of being a champion herself.

[JR]
Isn't that a bit ironic Cole, considering while she's maybe "cheerleader" to John Cena...she's at least supporting one of the top superstars in this business, while Layla...well, she's hanging around a man that doesn't seem to be able to win a fight on his own.



Nikki looks prepared to take on Layla, the woman who beat her twice in a row, once last week, and once the week before International Incident. She knows she's got something to prove to herself tonight, and she's more than ready to do just that. With a spring in her step, she makes her way down the ramp, smiling at all of the fans who continue to cheer for her, she decides to show her appreciation by holding out her left hand, allowing for the front row of fans to reach out and high five her as she nears the ring.

[King]
Of course this rivalry was rekindled three weeks ago when Layla bumped into The World Heavyweight Champion and Nikki backstage, seemingly jealous over the fact Nikki had someone  special in her life, while Layla was in the middle of relationship turmoil herself.

[Michael Cole]
Turmoil schmurmoil, every good relationship has it's ups and downs, why must you persecute Layla and Fandango over theirs?

[JR]
It's not persecution if it's right, Layla seemed to be very upset over her own issues at the time, and that lead to a war of the words between both of these ladies. Which lead to their match that evening where Layla rolled off Nikki's shoulders, connecting with The Bombshell.



At the bottom of the ramp, Nikki pulls away from the fans still trying to reach her, and walks around the ring to the apron on the right, she continues walking until she reaches the steel steps, which she promptly sprints up, standing facing toward the barricade, she moves to the center of the apron and looks out at all of the people chanting her name.

[Michael Cole]
Which is exactly what's going to happen again tonight, because Layla's had Nikki's number for weeks now, and someone like Layla doesn't lose that edge so easily.


[King]
We'll just see about that, Cole. People make mistakes when they underestimate someone, so for Layla's sake she better focus on tonight and forget about what happened three weeks ago, or even last week.




She then pushes back on the ropes with all of her weight, flipping over the top rope, causing her baseball cap to fall onto the ground as she lands on her feet. A member of the ringside staff hurries over to remove the cap as Nikki glares toward Layla, thoughts of trapping her in the rack attack running through her mind. Wit her entrance music coming to a close, Nikki heads to the center of the ring and raises her arm with the smile back on her face.



The music stops, and Nikki readies herself for a fight...





All of a sudden Nikki's theme stops, everyone expects the bell to sound that next second, but instead...the peppy tune of Fandango's fills the arena once more, but Layla's already in the ring? She looks confused for a moment, Nikki asks herself what's going on, but soon the look of confusion on Layla's face turns to elation as she sees her little walking talking skittles advertisement stepping out from the back! Grooving to his own tune, Fandango smiles widely at his lay-day then shows off his smooth moves, moves that looked sad just three weeks ago when he and his girl were at odds, but now...well, they still look kind of sad but at least he's only dancing alone now because he wants to, not because he has to.



Elaborately standing with his arms out wide, Fandango begins to do what he does best, what he does most...and what only he appears to be able to do, pronounce his name correctly. He lets out a "Faaaaan!" he brings his hands up to both sides of his cheeks as he utters "Daaaaaan!!" then clutching his fists he lowers them spreading his arms out again as his mouth opens up as big as it possibly can to add extra emphasis to the all important..."Gooooo!"



[JR]
What's Fandango doing out here?


[Michael Cole]
Isn't it obvious, he's being a loving and supportive boyfriend by coming out here to watch his lay-day in action.

[King]
Couldn't he have just come out here with her to start with, why make such a big deal out of his appearance like this?


Silly King, why would he do it any other way? Provocatively sliding his vest off his shoulders, Fandango perches his chest outwards and looks around the arena, truly the action of a certified creep, but while everyone else is uncomfortable about it, Layla's even more elated. Love is blind, to everything, even the creepy stuff your significant other does, which is everything...including breathing, especially breathing. Twirling his vest around showing off some serious skill, he throws it down then begins to descend down the ramp.



Nikki repeatedly shakes her head, in disbelief over the fact that instead of her match starting, she's forced to watch this strange man dance around. Fandango struts his way to the bottom of the ramp, then spins in a singular rotation before continuing his path around the ring post. The spin served no purpose, but does any of this really serve a purpose, no. No it does not, and if you think any of it actually does, then you're just looking too far into it because this is not normal, like...nobody goes around behaving this way, so Fandango's quite the special individual, yes he is.



Ending the refined walking, or as close to refined as someone like Fandango can be, he runs forward hopping up onto the apron. Then he looks over at Layla, winks at her, sending her into a fanning fit, seriously...she begins to fan herself with her hand, just because he winked at her. Then he kicks his leg up, resting it on the top rope, and runs his hand across it...again, very awkward for everyone in the arena to witness, except Layla. Fawning over his rainbow striped legs, Layla's a happy camper, meanwhile Nikki looks about as disgusted as many of the fans in the front that have a better view at Fandango's "features" than most.  

[King]
This guy is really into himself isn't he..

[Michael Cole]
And you would be too if you looked that good.

[King]
I'm not even going to go there, Cole...I'm not even going to go there.


[JR]
I'm not interested in seeing him make this match about him, this about Layla and Nikki he needs to sit down and let this match get underway already.


Since this isn't his match, instead of kicking his legs over the ropes as he now normally would...Fandango finally lowers that leg then extends his index finger outward and begins to motion for Layla to "come here." She mozies past Nikki then leans in forward for a kiss, but as her lips pucker up...Fandango smiles at her, wrapping his hands around her head, and pulling her in for a...kiss on the forehead. Not exactly what she was expecting, but she still acts as if it was so wonderful. Fandango hops off the apron after giving his lay-day a good luck "kiss", Nikki rolls her eyes then throws both hands up wanting to get things started already. She looks to the referee to start the bell but first before he will, he wants both ladies to back away, he knows they're not friends by any means, so he's going to keep this match under control if it's the last thing he does. Nikki backs away, stretching, getting focused for what no doubt in her mind is a chance at revenge. Layla came out the victor in their Queen of The Ring Finals Rematch, and then last week, just as she was about to put Madison Rayne away in the impromptu handicap match between herself and the "new" United Queendom...Layla ran in the ring and damn near kicked her head off, helping Madison get the victory. So tonight it's all or nothing, she wants to stick it to Layla, and take back her metaphorical crown. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Layla backs away and starts adjusting her hair as she waves at her baby. She's no doubt excited that Fandango's out here supporting her, and of course she wants to continue her winning ways. Once the referee is content with their positions, he signals to the time keeper, and the bell sounds!


[JR]
Folks this match is underway, and I'd pay close attention because while they may not like one another, it's always a close battle between these two.

[Michael Cole]
Close? Layla destroyed Nikki three weeks ago, she took the crown Nikki just barely got away with last year, and now all is right in the world. If you ask me Nikki's just making matters worse by asking for this match. She lost last week, just like she lost the last time she met Layla in the ring, she's asking for trouble. Just accept that Layla's better than you and find someone that you can actually beat.

[King]
Well she's actually beaten Layla before, and besides...Layla's taken this whole beating Nikki thing to a whole new level. She thinks she's the new Queen of the Ring just because of one match, a match that wasn't even for the crown, hell...there's not even a real crown!



Stepping out of the corner, Nikki's ready to start but of course, Layla being Layla...isn't. She throws her hand up stopping Nikki who just shakes her head in disbelief, then starts to dance. Yes, instead of wrestling this true definition of a "diva" starts to twirl, whirl, sway with a nonexistent beat and all at the delight of her Dancing Don who could also be confused for a bag of skittles that had been melted in the microwave. "Come on!" Nikki shouts, frustrated with Layla's antics, and to her surprise they suddenly come to an end. But oh wait, of course they come to an end, because she didn't stretch. Layla tells Nikki "one minute" then kicks her leg up resting it on the top rope and begins to lean forward against it. Boy she's really taking this whole dancer thing seriously, isn't she? Fed up of this crap, Nikki rushes forward but because Layla's in the corner, and by the ropes, the referee quickly intervenes stopping her much to the devious delight of Layla. A smile comes across her face as she shoos Nikki then lowers her leg and blows a kiss at Fandango. Who catches it in his hand, then shakes it like it were a dice and a blows the same kiss back at her.  


[King]
Oh brother...


[Michael Cole]
Pipe down Lawler, a woman as experienced as Layla likes to make sure she's ready before a match. That's what separates winners like her, from losers like Nikki Bella.


[JR]
The only separation I see right now is that referee in between both ladies.


Nikki turns to the audience in disbelief, trying to gather strength from them to not lose it right then and there...but it turns out that's what Layla wanted her to do all along. Turn away just long enough for her to zoom past the referee and drops her with a clothesline. Throws her elbow over Nikki's face, hooking both legs she goes for a quick win, but an immediate kick out says she's going to have to do a whole hell of a lot more than one cheap shot to keep Nikki down tonight. Layla locks her arm around Nikki's head, applying a side head lock but Nikki powers up to her feet, taking Layla with her sending them both into the ropes, in hopes of shooting her off...but Layla like a leech, stays attached.  Thinking she's in control, Layla's in for a shock when Nikki clips the back of Layla's leg with a kick, and then slips out of her arms grabbing a handful of The Brit's hair before slamming her face down hard into the canvas.  



[JR]
Nikki's not playing around tonight.

[King]
She's a powerful woman, but when your boyfriend is The World Heavyweight Champion John Cena, that's no surprise.



Not going for the cover because she knows from experience that it'll take a lot more to put Layla down for a three count, Nikki pulls Layla back to her feet then strongly whips her into the corner. Dashing forward, Nikki leaps up to deliver a clothesline into the corner, but Layla kicks her leg up ramming it into the charging Nikki's jaw, sending her stumbling down. Dazed from that rough boot to the face, Nikki's ripe for the picking allowing Layla to lift her up between her legs, then fall backwards into a handstand on the apron. Choking Nikki illegally, the referee tells Layla to release her hold, but of course he should know better than to believe that she'd actually listen. The fans boo and Layla just squeezes both legs harder around Nikki's throat leaving him no choice but to start counting....1

1....


2.....



3......



4......



Like a pro, she flips backwards releasing her legs from their vice over Nikki, and lands both feet perfectly to the outside. Nikki collapses to the mat, coughing due to the pressure that was around her throat. Dusting her hands off, Fandango struts his way over to Layla then the two smile at one another. She suddenly kicks her leg up, perching it on his shoulder, then he admires one of the legs that just did the damage to Nikki. His hand supports her back then arches her backwards still gazing at her wondrous leg. All while the referee is telling Layla to get back in there, threatening to count her out. The British Beauty pulls herself back towards Fandango, each of them chest to chest, admiring one another until...



The haunting, low vocals draws the eyes of the two lovebirds who are better off in a theater than a wrestling ring over to the stage where a hooded woman walks out into the arena holding a banner that bears Athena’s logo on it and once the fans pick up on that they begin to cheer. Right behind her is Athena who is in her entrance her attire but is a few minutes late if she wanted in on this match.


[JR]
Bah gawd, what's Athena doing out here?


[Michael Cole]
Exactly, who the hell invited her?


[King]
I wish we could find out who keeps inviting you.


With what appears to be a shopping bag in her hand, Athena may have other plans for how she wants to spend this part of her evening. She pauses at the head of the ramp, makes sure that she and the woman who has been giving her a hard time makes eye-contact, then she opens up the bag and peers inside at the contents. She goes “ooh” as the bag’s content’s entices her, but briefly she loses her stranglehold on Layla’s attention as The Ref barks out his count of eight forcing her back into the ring.

[Michael Cole]
What's this no good rookie up to?


[King]
You've barely had a chance to even get to know Athena, how is it that already you don't like her?

[Michael Cole]
First impressions are everything, and her first impression was disrespecting a veteran like Layla, which tells me all I need to know.

[JR]
How did she disrespect her?

[Michael Cole]
If you can't figure it out for yourself then I'm not even going to waste my time explaining it.

Nikki pounces as soon as Layla slides underneath the bottom rope, eliciting a strong roar of cheers from the crowd as the woman who has been taunted and teased and tormented looks to capitalize on the distraction made by an unlikely ally. She peels Layla off the mat and whips her hard into the corner. Layla’s back audibly smacks against the thin padding that separates flesh from steel and before she can even register the pain, Nikki crashes into her with a hard clothesline that for a moment leaves Layla breathless – and not in a good way – as her windpipe takes a hit.

[JR]
Guys there's still a match going on, what a clothesline from Nikki Bella!


[Michael Cole]
Maybe I'd be able to pay attention to the match if a certain nobody hadn't waltzed out here with god knows what in her possession.


[King]
Nikki's looking to do something big!

Nikki maintains her offensive sequence, next hoisting her opponent on the top turnbuckle, then climbs up in front of Layla with thoughts of putting her way with a superplex occupying her mind. She pound on Layla’s back with duel-intentions of both softening her up and dazing her, then Nikki attempts to drape Layla’s arm over her neck, but Layla sacrifices her nails, that she no doubt  just got manicured, viciously raking Nikki across the eyes, an action that induces temporary blindness, but more importantly allows Layla to shave Nikki off the top sending her on a freefall down to the mat.


[Michael Cole]
That a girl Layla, that's why you're the bes- HEY! What do you think you're doing?

[JR]
Quite the crowd out here at ringside now, Fandango over there, and now Athena over here.


[King]
I'd still take either of them over having Cole beside me.


Layla begins to steady her footing as the veteran preps herself to take a big risk. This isn’t normally how she hits her signature crossbody, but she didn’t make it this far in this industry without having to successfully improvise in pivotal moments such as this where the fate of the match precariously hangs in the balance. “Hey Layla!” a voice calls out, and Layla’s attention is shifted from Nikki to Athena, who’s casually sitting on the announce table now, to the delight of Jerry Lawler and chagrin of Michael Cole. In her lap is a shoebox, pulled right out of the shopping bag and it’s like Layla forgets that she’s perched on the top rope because she doesn’t even put up a fight when Nikki grabs her by the ankles and tugs her off the top rope.


[JR]
Layla takes a spill to the mat, that was hard! She could be done right here.

One!

Two!


[King]
Very close count, but Layla stays alive.


[Michael Cole]
Hey Athena, this isn't the dressing room so go try your shoes on backstage, there's a match going on!

Layla kicks out just before the count of three! Nikki is still hurting, evident in the way she’s rubbing her eyes, trying to reduce the blur in her vision so she can put up a proper fight and get the victory these people are dying to see her secure. Nikki grabs Layla’s head and bashes it against the mat repeatedly, her frustrations being brought to the surface, but she’s also risking a disqualification and has to be physically removed from Layla. The crowd begins chanting “Let’s go, Nikki” while she’s sent over to the other side of the ring. The Ref bends down over Layla and asks if she’s okay and all the while, Layla’s crawling over to the ropes. Nikki gets tired of waiting and charges back into battle but pays the price when the wily Brit kicks Nikki’s thigh sending her flying forward and she ends up draped over the middle rope.


[JR]
Layla's kicks are some of the most dangerous I've ever seen, that woman knows how to do some serious damage with those legs.


[King]
It's really hard for me to hold back after that remark, JR. But boy what I'd give to have those legs wrapped around me.

[JR]
Oh King, stop it she's spoken for. I don't think Fandango would take too kindly to you making remarks about his "lay-day" like that.

Layla quickly springs back to life as if there was nothing wrong with her and places one leg across Nikki’s neck and pushes down against her and the rope in a blatant joke. Layla looks directly at Athena sending the message that not even Athena’s petty distracts are enough to funk with her groove, but then Athena opens the box and pulls out a stunning foot of Louboutins – an exact match to the ones she broke at International Incident. Layla’s eyes open wide and she screams out “Those are mine!” while getting off of Nikki, who again finds herself hacking up a lung after an illegal choke was used against her.


[Michael Cole]
What a little...you put those down, those are Layla's!


[King]
Layla sent her the bill for them last week, but she didn't say they couldn't be used...


[JR]
Nikki's having trouble breathing after that choke.


Layla turns to Fandango who looks to be as mesmerized by the shoe as his woman is and he gets an earful from her as she tells him to take the box from Athena. Fandango replies, “I can’t steal from a pretty woman.” He just went and made the situation worse as Layla screams back “What did you just call her?” With his mind working a mile a minute, Fandango finally is about to sputter something out until he’s granted by a moment of reprieve when Layla shrieks after spotting Athena trying to put on the shoe! Layla cries out, “Stop that b—” Nikki reminds her there’s still a match going on and rolls her up!


[King]
Nikki just rolled Layla up from behind, this might be over!


[Michael Cole]
This is your fault, Athena!


One!

Two!


[JR]
I think that was the intent, Cole.

Thr—Layla just barely gets her shoulders off the mat to the dismay of the crowd who all shouted out “Three!”

[Michael Cole]
Phew, come on Layla! Don't worry about this attention seeker, do what you do best, end this!

Layla gets to her feet of her own volition then immediately gets lifted into the air as Nikki attempts to put her away once and for all with the Rack Attack! Layla’s able to slip off her shoulders then reaches above her to grab hold of Nikki’s neck and is now moments away from ending this match with The Layout! As fate would have it, Layla is again facing Athena and watches as Athena shrugs – apparently the shoe was a bad fit – and says “that’s what I get for ordering online.” She then snaps the heel off the shoe and with a feigned pout says “Not again!” while Layla screams in horror and without realizing it lets go of Nikki.


[King]
Layla's got Nikki in prime position for the Layou-


[Michael Cole]
NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DON'T!

[JR]
Athena's chucked the stiletto into the crowd, Layla's livid!

[Michael Cole]
What the hell is your problem? Can't you see Layla's got a match to win, you spiteful little witch!


[JR]
Cole!

[Michael Cole]
What? I said witch...


Athena's chucked the broken shoe out into the audience and that ends up being the proverbial back-breaking straw as Layla marches over to the ropes and is about to exit the ring to deal with this nuisance, but Nikki grabs her by the hair and tugs her back into the ring. Nikki is in the motion of pulling Layla up when she’s hit with a sudden jawbreaker for her troubles. Layla gets to her feet and goes for a roudhouse thinking she has Nikki right where she wants her and Layla hits nothing but air as Nikki ducks under the boot! With Layla turned around, Nikki up and lifts Layla onto her shoulders in one fluid motion and before Layla can escape, Nikki damn near snaps her in half with The Rack Attack!



[King]
Rack Attack! Nikki just snapped Layla in half!


[Michael Cole]
THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!


[JR]
What an impact, is the third time the charm for Nikki Bella?

One!

Two!

Three!



[King]
It is!


[Michael Cole]
No!! This isn't fair, Layla had it!


[JR]
Nikki's done it, what a huge victory for her after last week.




The bell rings and Nikki Bella's entrance music runs through the arena, signaling her victory over the woman who's gotten the best of her the last couple of weeks. Even if it was thanks to Athena's distraction, Nikki's going to milk this victory for as long as she possibly can.

With Layla down on the ground still dazed from the rack attack she just took, Nikki jumps up to her feet, sporting a bigger smile than she's had all night, she basks in the glory as the crowd cheer both her and Athena on for knocking Layla down a peg. Nikki turns to leave, but before she can, her entrance music changes, and it's suddenly replaced by footage of both Nikki and Brie together, along with the popular song 'We are never getting back together'.


[JR]
Wha- what's going on?

[Michael Cole]
Is John Cena dumping her?


[King]
Not unless John Cena suddenly looks like Brie Bella.

Unable to understand what is going on, Nikki walks up to the ropes closest to the titantron, and looks up, the smile on her face gone and replaced by a look of utter confusion.

[JR]
This is just... I feel so bad for Nikki right now. Whoever did this...


[King]
You and me both, I'm not sure what to make of it.

[Michael Cole]
Boo hoo, let's get back to the real issue here, Layla was screwed!


Nikki looks like she's about to break down, still not knowing what's happened to her sister, this only makes her feel worse, but before she gets the chance, Layla is back up to her feet, but she makes the foolish mistake of alerting her presence to the bella with a piercing screech, clearly still infuriated by how she lost, she charges toward Nikki, looking to throw her out of her ring, but quick to react, Nikki spins around and stops Layla in her tracks with a big kick to her gut, causing Layla to hunch over in pain. Nikki grabs hold of Layla's hair, a vicious look in her eyes as she pulls Layla off the canvas by her hair and hits her with Brie's signature move, the Bella Buster.

[King]
Talk about sending a message, Layla tried to get even but Nikki even in a state of confusion knew Layla would try something like that.

[Michael Cole]
And why wouldn't she? Nikki stole this win from Layla, she's won the last two times, and she would have won a third if it hadn't been for that meddling kid.


[JR]
That "meddling kid" is the woman Layla tried to take out in her debut last month, if you ask me she brought this on herself.

Nikki's music stops and Athena mocks a look of concern toward Layla as Nikki gets back to her feet and heads back to the ropes, exiting through the middle and bottom ropes, making her way up the ramp.

[King]
Looks like Athena's not done yet.

[JR]
Dare I say it? Business is about to pick up, folks.

[Michael Cole]
Oh sure, go after a defenseless target, that'll show how amazing you are Athena...


[JR]
This is a page right out of Layla's book, and when dealing with an individual as methodical as she is, you've got to adapt to a similar mindset.  

With Nikki gone, Athena hops off the announce table and makes her way to the ring. Normally she would rather be the hunter instead of the vulture, but would Layla hesitate if the roles were reversed? The crowd begins chanting Athena’s name as she takes a few measured steps in Layla’s direction, watching as she slowly comes to her senses. Athena says, “You deserve every second of what’s about to come,” then is about to pounce when Fandango intercepts her, holding a shoulder in each hand. He says, “Your skin is as soft as a baby’s bottom,” and that coupled with the way he licks his lips after is enough to send shivers down her spine.

[JR]
What in god's name is that man doing?

[Michael Cole]
Standing up for his woman, the same way she's stood up for him. At least there's still some decent humans left in this world, thank you Fandango. Thank you for doing the right thing and stopping her.

[King]
It looks like he's doing a lot more than just..."stopping her."

She pushes off his chest to create some much needed separation. Instead of being offended by a woman wanting to get away from him that badly, Fangando smirks and rubs the spot on his chest Athena touched in what he’d say was a seductive manner before saying, “There’s no need to be so shy.” Athena manages to look away from the disturbing sight long enough to spot Layla scrambling up the ramp and in a flash she disappears backstage.


[JR]
I don't believe it, it was a distraction all along. Fandango bought Layla enough time to get the hell out of there.

[King]
Something tells me he played the part just a little too convincingly..


[Michael Cole]
Oh please, he's got the greatest diva on his arm, why would he want anything to do with Athena?

[JR]
Needless to say this was quite the eventful moment of the night, Nikki capitalizes on a distracted Layla to get a well deserved bit of retribution, and then as Athena looks to finally get her hands on Layla...Fandango finally reciprocates Layla's actions against CM Punk by playing a similar role with Athena.


[King]
She may have gotten away tonight, but she can't run forever...let's not forget that they're both in The Elimination Chamber in three weeks, so sooner or later, Athena will have Layla right where she wants her.


Realizing that whatever she had  planned for tonight is a wash, Athena exits the ring and choose to the depart the area through the crowd so that she doesn’t have to go anywhere near Fandango again – hopefully for the rest of her life. Leaving Fandango to remain in the ring stroking the spot on his chest that Athena touched. We'd say this was weird, but let's face it...everything this guy does seems to be anyways.

As Breakdown rolls on, cameras cut backstage to see Alex Riley standing by with the former World Champion...The Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!


[Alex Riley]
Thanks for joining me, Shawn. I've been asked to get your thoughts on the huge announcement made last week and that at Eye for an Eye the man that defeated you for the World Championship John Cena, will defend his World Title inside an Elimination Chamber. You was announced as one of the 6 competitors inside the Elimination Chamber, What are your thoughts on going into such a brutal match?


[Shawn Michaels]
Well, I'm no stranger to Elimination Chambers. Infact, I won the first Elimination Chamber in the history of this business, and I've been involved in my fair share since. Now at Eye for an Eye,I have to compete against 5 other men inside that Elimination Chamber who all share that one goal of the World Heavyweight Championship. The Shield took away my chance at the World Championship not once, but twice. This time, there is no way in for the Shield, there is no way out for Dean Ambrose.


[Alex Riley]
Speaking of Dean Ambrose, he hasn't been seen in weeks here in XWL. Not many people seem to know the where abouts of Dean but I heard earlier today that he's staying away for his safety, He's claimed to not feel safe in the same arena as you so has refused to show up until Eye for an Eye....What are your thoughts on this?


[Shawn Michaels]
Dean Ambrose is just proving he is exactly what I've thought all along...He's showing he's a coward. Dean has made his career of making claims to be the best, making claims to be this loose cannon but Dean never backs them up. He didn't back them up at International Incident, and now he's hiding away because he's afraid, He knows he bit off more than he could chew...he knows he tried to hunt what he can't kill and if Dean does show up at Eye for an Eye..He's going to have nowhere to run, he's going to be locked inside that Elimination Chamber with me...if I have to wait until Eye for an Eye then so be it. Because when I finally get my hands on Dean...He's going to regret ever putting his hands on me.



[Shawn Michaels]
Dean knows that whenever he shows up...I'll be here waiting for him. The moment he steps foot in an XWL Arena, He's going to have to watch his back, It doesn't matter if he has the rest of The Shield by his side or not...I will get my hands on Dean Ambrose, one way or another. But tonight, isn't about Dean Ambrose...Tonight was in the hands of the XWL Universe, They didn't vote me to be in the Main Event but that's fine by 'ol HBK. Because Tonight, I get a chance to prove myself against of the up and coming stars here in XWL, I get to face AJ Styles.... A mini preview of what could happen inside the Elimination Chamber.


[Shawn Michaels]
Tonight is a great chance for me to prove that I'm still at the top of this business, I've proved it time and time again and every time...I come up against a new challenge. I've been up against it my entire career...And every time I come out fighting and I strive on a new challenge, tonight AJ Styles is that new challenge and just like I always do The Heartbreak Kid is going to overcome that challenge. People still doubt me despite everything I've accomplished over the past year and that's fine...because I'm at my best when proving people wrong.

HBK lets out a smile as he pats Alex Riley on the shoulder, before walking off scene as Breakdown goes to the next segment.

Breakdown returns from a commercial break to the sight of Chris Jericho standing by backstage.  The fans can be heard off in the distance inside the live arena booing him as Jericho appears to be deep in thought and clearly the events which occurred on last week's episode are on his mind.



The camera pans outward to reveal the always cheerful Renee Young.  Her mere presence lightens the mood and the aura of this segment with a sombre-looking Jericho still going over something in his mind, until he snaps out of it when the sound of Renee's voice brings him back to the here and now.



[Renee Young]
Chris Jericho, last week on Breakdown you took on the World Heavyweight Champion John Cena in a match that received rave reviews across the board... that is until Paul Heyman provided Cena with the distraction that led to his victory.  While the match itself was great, it's what transpired after between yourself and Cesaro which has been the main talking point ever since... it was arguably one of the most brutal beat-downs in recent memory.  Your thoughts?

Jericho thinks long and hard before responding in a cold, emotionless tone...



[Chris Jericho]
Renee... for 2 straight weeks now you've asked me for my thoughts.  But the truth is that tonight, what you, and everybody else really wants to know, is that after the ass-kicking I received last week is that if this is the day Chris Jericho finally gives in to the pressure, the torment and the envy of others that comes with being the best in the world.  Is today the day that Chris Jericho finally allows some young, rising star, or some technical maverick take his spot... or at long last hands over the torch and rides off into the sunset with one last hurrah?  But today is not that day.



[Chris Jericho]
Despite what happened last week on Breakdown... the way Paul Heyman distracted me during my match with Cena like the devious mastermind he is, while his lackey Cesaro carried out his evil bidding and beat the hell out of me in a way that hasn't been done for longer than I can remember... I still have some fight left in me.  I still have the fire and the desire within me to carry on and I still believe with every breath that I take that I am the very best.  Distractions and sneak attacks can't change that.  Beatings and setbacks come with the territory and when all the dust has settled... when it's all said and done, you cannot change the fact or the constant which is that I am the best in the world at what I do.  I have proven that fact week after week, night after night, and every single time I step inside that ring or speak on this microphone.  



[Chris Jericho]
Seven days ago I was a broken man.  I was left unconscious relying on the aid of local medical personnel to get me through the night.  They said I shouldn't come back... that I'd taken too many shots to the head... that any physical contact from here on would be detrimental to my health...  But here I stand one week later on my own two feet, ready to compete and showcase my ability to the world later on tonight.  Because that's what I always do.  I adapt and I persevere.  That is why I am as good as I say I am and that is why Cesaro and Heyman and anybody else who tries to stop me or put an end to me will fail.  



[Chris Jericho]
I'll admit to you right now Renee, that I thought Cesaro had learnt his lesson at International Incident.  I thought that even that tiny peanut brain inside that bald head of his would finally realize that he is no match for me, after the way I dominated him when he failed to back up all the falsities and lies spread about him by his puppetmaster.  But I was wrong.  Cesaro's mind has been completely poisoned by Paul Heyman, and even with such a debilitating loss to me, he still believes he has what it takes to go with the best of them and it seems that I am to be the example to be made to support that.



[Chris Jericho]
So let this be a challenge.  Cesaro... if you want to make a statement at my expense... by ending my career like you tried to last week... I'm going to give you one last opportunity to finish the job.  At Eye For An Eye... no distractions... no attacks from behind... no mindgames... just you and I, one-on-one inside a steel cage where there'll be no excuses...  

Jericho is as intense as ever as some cheers can be heard off in the distance in response to the potential match-up.



[Chris Jericho]
I know you'll accept because you have a point to prove, but trust me Cesaro, if you do... you will never... ever... be the same... again...



Jericho's final words are filled with intent and belief as the camera zooms in on him before the screen fades away to the next segment of this fantastic episode of Breakdown...

A video package highlighting the brutal Elimination Chamber finishes and standing by backstage, awaiting the cue to conduct yet another interview, is none other than Renee Young. She's got a cheery smile on her face, but don't let that smile fool you, she asks the tough questions and gets to the bottom of whatever might be topical in XWL.



[Renee Young]
Ladies and Gentlemen, please help give a warm welcome to my guest at this time, The Mr. Money in The Bank, CM Punk!

She turns slightly to better address him as he walks onto the set, arms crossed, frown on his face, and a lot no doubt to get off his mind. For over three months now he's had a thorn in his side named Fandango, and International Incident was supposed to be the end, but the match never got started and Punk was left laid out on the stage as Fandango and Layla reunited with a "victory" smooch. This rivalry has grown more and more personal as the time passes, which makes us wonder when and how will it end?



[Renee Young]
Punk, thank you for joining me I know you've had a lot going on recently what with your ongoing rivalry with Fandango and to an extent, Layla...while also trying to keep an eye on The World Heavyweight Championship seeing as you hold an opportunity to face off against The World Champion whenever you want. But obviously you can't put your full attention on John Cena until things are settled with Fandango and yourself.

Punk looks angry, you could sort of say that  a lot more often than you could say he's happy...but he's been disrespected by Fandango since the night he returned and that annoyance has only festered and turned into much more than just a battle of beating respect into a brash superstar. Punk's dealt with people like that before, easily so...while Fandango seems to be a leech latched onto him that he can't shake no matter what he does.


[Renee Young]
International Incident was supposed be for all intensive purposes, the end of this rivalry. But instead Fandango attacked you as you made your entrance, and you two fought all over the place. You seemed to be getting an edge over him at the end, setting up for The Go To Sleep, but then Layla appears out of nowhere and the rest I'm sure is foggy to you due to the way your skull connected against the steel. You weren't going to let him get away with that though, as we saw last week. So let's take a look back at that shall we?

Punk and Renee both turn their heads and begin to watch a replay that begins to play almost immediately. For us the viewers, we cut to a full screen replay which shows Fandango and Layla along with Byron Saxton who was conducting an interview with the two. Byron went to ask Fandango a question when all of a sudden CM Punk hit the scene, floored Fandango in an instance, stomping on him, clubbing away with elbows, throwing him into the curtain backdrop causing it all to collapse. He even wrapped the clothed setting around Fandango's throat and began to choke him. He was a man possessed, bent on getting payback for Fandango, and set on making him regret not letting this thing between the two of them die when it was supposed to.

All Layla could do is scream for help, in the most annoying way possible mind you...as her boyfriend was mercilessly beaten. Punk didn't let Fandango off easy though, he didn't want to just choke him out and make him pass out, no he won't feel any punishment that way so instead he pulled the dancer to his feet then threw him into a few crates nearby. He bashes his face against the side of it, yelling at him, showing no signs of stopping unt-


"OH MY GOD! PUNK!"  


Wait, that doesn't sound familiar...pitched screaming from Renee Young overtakes the audio of the recap and soon the footage is abruptly stopped as we return to find CM Punk lying over the smashed monitor with Fandango towering over him! Renee screams for help, but help isn't on the way just yet, and Fandango isn't done. We're not sure what the hell happened but apparently as the two were watching the replay, Fandango came out of nowhere and threw Punk into it. We don't know if Punk's skull shattered it or it being caught in the line of fire and falling over did, but either way Punk is not in a good shape right now. The Lord of Dance pulls Punk up to his feet then pulling at his hair he screams a lot of mumbo jumbo at him, before throwing him into one of the steel walls that made up the interview set up. The other "walls" come crashing down but still somehow aware enough Punk rolls out of the way to avoid certain doom.


But while he may have escaped a very painful end, Fandango's right back there clubbing away at Punk, ripping off his hoody and returning the favor from last week by choking him with it. We're seeing a very vicious side of Fandango, proving that anyone if provoked enough can snap at any time. "Follow my lead!" Fandango yells as he drags Punk off his feet, jacket still tightly wrapped around his throat then flings him off camera as echos of screams from crew members follow. The cameraman turns to the action showing Fandango knelt down at the fallen Punk nuzzled against his ear, confusing us beyond belief...whispering to him which again is pretty odd...but then he pulls away from Punk's earlobe and slams his face against the concrete floor.

What does Fandango have planned next? Renee's fled the scene in search of help, but nothing can save Punk right now not even himself. He's dazed, he's hurt, Fandango ambushed him as he was watching the replay never once expecting that the same would happen to him in that exact moment. Fandango starts to stand back up, resting Punk's chin on his shoulder as he lifts him to a standing yet slumped position. Turns his head to see a table behind them with snacks and all sorts of treats including a leftover cake from what looked like a Birthday cake for one of the crew members...which would explain why they were all gathered around that vicinity and that kind of makes this worse doesn't it. Not only did Fandango interrupt CM Punk's interview he ruined this poor person's Birthday. And to think he was so upset after Punk barged in on Layla's Birthday several months ago, hypocrite much?


Dragging Punk's lifeless corpse closer to the table, the apparent  chosen location of this "finale" he readies to plant Punk into the table, but as he swings to do so, life comes into Punk and he starts firing away with a barrage of elbows. He hits a stiff one right across the face of the dashing dancer, then tries to grab whatever he can get his hands on to unleash some hell into Fandango, but staggering backwards he's nowhere near aware of his surroundings and that allows Fandango to kick his leg up like a can-can girl and Punk starts falling forward, proving that was the all it took to knock Punk out in his current state. But as Punk begins to keel over, he falls once more into arms of Fandango who holds him as if the two of them were about to dance. However instead of dancing, which Punk would still be opposed to...Fandango lets out a roar of sorts sending himself and Punk crashing backwards into, and through the table!

Help finally arrives, but they're too late...Punk's flat on his stomach, lying in all sorts of food, his face partially resting on the cake, and Fandango winces as he holds his back, dealing some damage to himself, but obviously feeling as if it was worth it. He starts to pull himself back to his feet, but not before swiping his finger across the cake, and licking the icing off his index finger with a really creepy look on his face. Worried for Punk's condition the doctor and a few security guards instruct Fandango to back off, and he does. He starts to laugh slightly maniacally then leans in closer to one of them begins to whisper yet loud enough that we're able to catch it.


[Fandango]
Revenge...is a dish, best served...on him.


The lucky man that Fandango spoke to backs way, not wanting to deal with him and rushes to help the others aid Punk. Fandango then frolics away as he dances to his own tune, the tune of...revenge. Questions immediately arise, such as will Punk be able to compete later on against Daniel Bryan? Will Fandango get a visit from Punk after his match with Adam Cole? Would he even be in any shape to have some kind of payback tonight? As always, right now we don't know...but Punk's a tough man, so if he's in better shape than he looks right now, than Fandango better be on his guard because he's opened up a can of worms and whether it's tonight or not...CM Punk will NOT let him get away with this.  

Adam Cole
Oh hey Alex. what can I do for you man because I am kind of in the middle of something...



-Alex Shelley-
Hey man, I was just in the neighborhood and I couldn’t help but notice that you, my friend, were about to make one of the biggest mistakes of your career and trust me: I know all about your drama with The Wyatt Family. But Dolph Ziggler? I’ve had my run-ins with him over the yeas and I can say based on personal experience and various statistics gathered by the world’s top scientists that he’s bad news – a man who can’t be trusted to be reliable and funnily enough, reliability and trustworthiness are two of the most important attributes you need when looking for someone to partner up with. Dolph only cares about two things, scratch that, make it three things. There’s pretending to be better than me, which he fails miserably at, by the way  and then he also has a thing for his hair and women and you are neither, which means that he doesn’t give a damn about you.



Adam Cole
Yeah I guess my problems with the Wyatt ain't exactly secret. The thing is Alex, I need some help because I don't know what I have done to be thrown in this situation with the Wyatts at Eye for an Eye. All I did was defend myself from attacks week in and week out. I have been for a minute and I am already getting a lot of crap when all I want to do is make it to the big time. I want to have great matches like the one we had when I first stepped in XWL. As for Ziggler, I know he is a one cocky son of a bitch but I thought the lucky escape he had with the Wyatts last week that he might want to join me in facing them inside the chamber. Obviously I was just about to ask the guy about it but you stoppped me so who are you to give me advice about this?



-Alex Shelley-
Me? Well I’m Alex Shelley, tag team extraordinaire – that used to be on my business card. And I know, I know, I said at loud and clear at International Incident that I was leaving the tag teaming behind but this is an opportunity too good to pass up! Besides, people change their minds all the time, just look at The Shield.  Yesterday they hate each other, today they’re best friends, then next thing you know, tomorrow Roman Reigns isn’t invited to the slumber party because he gets too aggressive during pillow fights and everything goes straight down the crapper and probably ends up the same place The Miz’ career did.



-Alex Shelley-
I know this seems too good to be true—someone actually putting themselves at risk when others would rather take the night off? I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I’m pulling your leg. But you want my advice? Take help where you can get it. Accepting that sometimes you need someone to watch your back is how great things like The Motorcity Machine Guns are born. I’m not promising that we’ll become a legendary team, but legends will be told for years to come about the things we do inside of that chamber. Of course I have my own reasons. I was in the last elimination chamber match that featured tag teams and that didn’t go so well for me. This is my opportunity to make up for that and all you have to do is let me join Team Cole.

Adam Cole
Well you know what, I was thinking last week I was going to have no hope in hell in persuading anyone to join entering the chamber, especially when it is against The Wyatts. So if you really want to be part of Team Cole as you coined it, then well be my guest and welcome aboard because I need as much as help as I can.

Shelley holds out his hand and Cole looks down on it, deep in thought as he starts weighing his options in his head. Shelley is what he says he is: a tag-team extraordinaire and he’d be a substantial addition to the team. The Wyatts are a dangerous foe, and any help would be a step in the right direction in terms of staying alive at Eye for an Eye. They say beggars can’t be choosers and right now Cole isn’t in any position to be picky.

With a smile, Cole grasps Shelley’s hand the two wrestlers shake hands– a gentleman’s agreement that will see these two join forces to test their luck against the monstrous obstacle that will stand in their way at Eye for an Eye. Cole walks away leaving Shelley standing by the door where he stands for several seconds in deep thought.

Alex Shelley
Aw, what the heck; let’s see what my old friend is up to.

Shelley knocks on the door and almost instantaneously it swings open, but it’s Bo Dallas who walks out of the room! The normally cool, calm and collected Shelley even looks a little taken aback while in comparison, Bo has his patented huge smile on his face.

-Bo Dallas-
I had a feeling you would try to dig up the past when you should be planting seeds for the fut—

BAM!!!

Shelley staggers Bo with a hard right, then before his unsuspecting victim has a chance to mount a defense, Shelley superkicks him in the jaw with such force that it’s a wonder that Bo’s teeth didn’t fly out of his mouth before raining down to the ground. Bo crumbles to the floor, and Shelley grabs him by the arm and pulls him into Ziggler’s locker where he disappears inside for a few seconds. In a flash he’s back out and whistling casually as he calmly shuts the door behind him. Breakdown fades to the next segment while Shelley walks away to prepare with his upcoming clash with The Showoff.

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Heading back to ringside following a commercial break, the catchy tune of Fandango's echos through the arena as we find out he's given the live audience an exclusive dance, boy how lucky are they? He's standing in the ring, striking his signature pose, and dropped into a split right in front of him is his lay-day, Layla.  




She may have had things not go her way earlier when she faced Nikki, but Fandango was there supporting her, so it's only natural that she'd brush the defeat away and be there for her man. A few seconds later he extends his hand to Layla, helping her up off the mat and then twirls her into his arms. The two gaze lovingly at each other, Fandango brushing her hair back behind her ear and smiling. She has served him well when she's been ringside before, why just last week she lead the referee to believe that Goldust struck her off the apron so that Fandango could get the win, by disqualification of course...but a win is  win in his book it seems. The lights return to normal and we see Adam Cole in the corner, mirroring the same sort of look many in the audience themselves have. He's not really sure what to make of Fandango, but he no doubt wants to leave this ring with a win to get some momentum heading into The Elimination Chamber Match with The Wyatt Family. Fandango slips his vest off then hands it off to Layla, directs an air kiss her way, then she leaves the ring meaning this match will be underway in just a second.  





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The peppy tune of Fandango's begins to play as the referee counts three, and Fandango has done it! Layla joyously screams out and jumps up and down, clapping erratically. For once she didn't get involved, she remained supportive the entire match without having an effect on it in any way. Fandango's actually beaten Adam Cole fairly, no tricks, no cheating, he was the better man tonight, and that begins to make us wonder if maybe there's more to this bizarre dancer than at first meets the eye?


[JR]
Fandango's done it, color me surprised because I actually had begun to wonder if he could actually win a match on his own.

[Michael Cole]
See, every week you two are like oh Fandango's all flash and no substance, well how's that for substance for you? He just defeated Adam Cole, one very skilled young man, proving that he's not only a threat in the ballroom, but in that ting as well.

[King]
I'll admit after last week's match with Goldust, I had my doubts...but you can't argue with a victory like that.



Happy as can be for her man's victory, Layla stands there with both hands clasped together and a bright smile on her face. Fandango pops to his feet, crossing his legs because how else does someone stand in victory? The referee earns his paycheck grabbing the wrist of the man that typically likes to make everyone around him uncomfortable, then raises his hand high in the air. 



Nothing could wipe that grin off Fandango's face right now, he stands victorious...commanding the attention from everyone in the building and not just because his pants are made up of every color in the rainbow. It sure would be a shame if someone interrupted this celebration, like a certain guy...that likes Pepsi...doesn't link to drink alcohol...may be called something like "The Best in The World...." but you're a fool if you think that's gonna happen, because as we saw backstage...Fandango got revenge on Punk for attacking him last week, and after the mauling CM Punk took...there's absolutely no way he can cut in right now and steal this moment from him. This has truly been Fandango's night, and he's the type of person that likes to boast. He likes to "peacock" as he'd say, and if you think he's just going to stand there and not shout his name out so nobody in this arena forgets it...then you don't know Fandango. Because before Lillian could have a shot at butchering his name, Layla snatches the mic away from her and begins to make her way into the ring to join her little skittle.



[King]
It's almost like there really is more than meets the eye to Fandango, he's not only taken out The Mr. Money in The Bank CM Punk backstage just a bit ago, he's won out here just now, never once looking to his lay-day for her assistance. Perhaps this guy might deserve more credit than we give him.


[JR]
It's going to take one night to change my opinion of him, but to have the guts to oppose someone like CM Punk for this long, that does show something special...but it's quite clear this saga between those two is not yet over, so if he wants to truly "lead" XWL then he'll have to put up or shut up very soon when they meet in that ring again.


[King]
But I think it's safe to say we won't be seeing Daniel Bryan go one on one with CM Punk because of that attack. From what I understand Punk's been in the trainer's room since the attack and so we wish him a speedy recovery.

[Michael Cole]
As far as I'm concerned he can stay away for a long time, Fandango's on the rise and everyone better watch out for the man that's as smooth in that ring as he is on his feet.


Layla struts her way to Fandango, planting a congratulatory kiss on his cheek, then instantly begins to fall into a split as she raises the mic in her hand. His music abruptly stops, just as a wide yet debonair smile forms on his face. He swipes the microphone into his possession and raises it up in spite of the boos that continue to pour in from the crowd. What does he have to say? No matter what it might be, this audience doesn't seem to care. 



[Fandango]
Faaaaaan!!


Of course, of course that's what he's going to say, his name...not some witty remark about winning, but his own name. Does it make sense? No, but one day we'll learn that maybe just maybe...there's a method to his madness. Or there isn't, which come to think of it is really the likely conclusion.


[Fandango]
Daaaaaaaan....


Pausing for dramatic effect, he strokes his hair back into a more tidy appearance, then swings his arm out, bending it back inwards and breathing quite deeply into the mic before uttering a sound, you know...aside from his horror movie inspired exhaling.


[Fandango]
Goooo...


Dropping the mic, Layla's pulled back to her feet and with statement made, the dancing couple begin to take their leave as his music chimes back in.  



Have we seen the true rise of Fandango starting tonight? There's no way to tell, but with a statement making attack on CM Punk, and an even bigger statement making victory over Adam Cole, notably so without any underhanded tactics...it's been a good night for this self proclaimed "Lord of Dance" and nobody can take that away from him.  

Breakdown returns with an image many of the viewers are familiar with. Eric Young and his good friend Matt Striker, standing side by side. Striker with a mic in his hands, preparing for an interview as Young looks off into the distance, as though motivated. Matt opens his mouth to speak and suddenly, Eric reaches over, covering the mic so Matt can not start. He carefully drags the mic away from may, bringing it to his own lips.

[Eric Young]
People, they say I've changed Matt. That, that I'm not who I used to be. "What happened?" they asked me, "to that old Eric that we use to know." What ever happened to the times you use to sing us a song, and make us smile. Now, you're out for blood, and, and, it isn't good. They miss the old us, Matt. The guys who use to lead them in inspirational songs. Maybe it's this whole world title mess. Maybe it's AJ Styles. Hell, maybe it's my loss to Alex last week.

Matt quickly speaks up, seeing his chance.

[Matt Striker]
How was that match, by the way?

[Eric Young]
Good segue Matt. That match, is something I will remember. It's not often I get to step into the ring with a long time friend, that still thinks of me as a friend. It was good to see Alex come back at International Incident and it was good to be able to give him one of his first matches back. Though, I did lose. I lost with dignity to someone who deserves it. But, back to my point.

Young steps forward, smiling at Matt.

[Eric Young]
Why don't we, sing a song?

The crowd can be heard cheering somewhere in the arena as Matt begins to grow flustered.

[Matt Striker]
A, a, what? Right now?

[Eric Young]
Well, yeah. That's why I made you bring that boom-box.

Eric points past Matt as the camera scrolls over to find a boom-box on the ground.

[Matt Striker]
I thought that was for some video montage!

[Eric Young]
Nope. It's for the tunes.

Young slips past Matt, fiddling with the jukebox.

[Matt Striker]
But we haven't even mentioned the main event or anything! You go one on one with the world champion tonight!

[Eric Young]
There is music to be played Matt.

[Matt Striker]
But what about the AJ Styles drama?

[Eric Young]
Matt, what did I say?

[Matt Striker]
But-

[Eric Young]
THERE IS MUSIC TO BE PLAYED!



Young rises back up, putting on a headband. He quickly tosses one to Matt before the lyrics start.

[Eric Young]
I'm first, put that on. Try to keep up, I know it's been a while.

With his tie-dye headband he steps up next to Matt, bouncing his head to the music.

[Eric Young]
Just a small town girl! Livin' in a lonely world! She took the midnight train going any, where!

In his own, raspy, off key voice, Eric nails the first line of the song and points to Matt.

[Matt Striker]
I don't think- Just a city boy. Born and raises in south Detroit! He took the midnight train going anywhere!

[Eric Young]
There you go Matt! Now you're feeling it! Don't stop believing! We can make it!

Suddenly, Eric drops to his knees, kicking off with the next verse of the song.

[Eric Young]
A singer in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume! For a smile that can share the night it goes on and on and on and on,

Eric jumps back up, turning to Matt as the duet starts.

[Both]
Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard! Their shadows, searching, in the ni-y-ight!

[Eric Young]
Streetlight,

[Matt Striker]
People!

[Both]
Living just to find emotion! Hiding, somewhere in the-

And Matt, like a goddess from the heavens, screeches out the last word of the chorus.

[Matt Striker]
NIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTTT!!!!

With that, Striker drops to his knees, reenacting an epic guitar solo as Eric begins to talk again.

[Eric Young]
Come Eye for an Eye, I will enter the chamber believing. I hope you all believe too because I'm,

And back into the song we go.

[Eric Young]
Working hard, to get my fill! Everybody wants a thrill!

Matt jumps back up, joining in with Eric.

[Matt Striker]
Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one, more, time!

[Eric Young]
Some will win!

[Matt Striker]
Some will lose.

[Both]
Some were born to sing the blues! Oh the movie never ends it goes on, and on, and on, and on! Strangers, waiting.

[Matt Striker]
Up and down the boulevard!

[Both]
Their shadows, searching in the ni-y-ight! Streetlights, People,

[Eric Young]
Living just to find emotion!

[Both]
Hiding, somewhere in the-

[Matt Striker]
NIIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTT!

Once again, like a goddess from above, Matt kills the solo, dropping to his knees and shredding on his electric guitar while Eric begins a speech.

[Eric Young]
Two long years I've been in this company with no title around my waist. It is thanks to all of you that I have this chance. Thanks to all of those that never gave up believing in me. It is because I didn't quit believing that I deserved more. That drive is what brought me here and tonight, when I beat John Cena, he will know that I truly do believe! Just remember, never stop believing kids. You can do anything that you set your mind to. Come Eye for an Eye, I prove that the underdog does come out on top. I'm out!

Declaring his exit, Eric Young storms off of the interview set as Matt Striker begins to arch his back, placing his shoulders on the mat as though killing a part in the song. He is humming the last bit of the song as the image comes to an end.

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Triple H
































Please tell me you saw that epic ref spot tho. SPOILERS!












*As Triple H gets the hard fought pinfall, and rises up to bask in the glory of his win over the Vuper, the crowd lets out a neutral response, Some of them wishing Orton would have pulled it out and some of them sticking with Triple H after all the hardships they've been through. The crowd's love won't be divided for much longer it seems like, as Triple H stops his celebrating quickly, grabs a mic from some worker and begins to speak.*

[Triple H]
How's that for a return?

*The crowd again lets out a loud neutral response.*

[Triple H]
You know, Randy Orton can come out here and talk all the crap he wants about how "I'm being disrespected" "I need competition" "These new guys are too easy for me" when in reality he should be kissing the ground my wife walks on for not booking him against a real superstar like me every week. You're calling yourself the "Legend Killer" again Randy? Well I'm still breathing and it looks like it's the other way around now. Honestly, I can't wait for the day those two clowns you were bickering with earlier, put you in the looney bin where you belong.

*The crowd reacts negatively to this, and the cheers are all but gone now for The Game, but he doesn't have a worry in the world, at least that's what his expression is saying right now. He just ignores the fans as he speaks again*

[Triple H]
But I'm not here to talk about Randy Orton, I'm here to talk about business. You see, I have a lot of unfinsished bussiness with a lot of people, and let's just say this, I wouldn't want to be on that list of people. I'm here to take care of business and yes I'm the Game, but I don't play games. I don't need to come out here and yell and scream for you people to love me, I don't need to use the lights or mind tricks, or come walking out of the crowd to frighten my opponents. Because that speaks for itself.

**Triple H gestures over to a downed Randy Orton. Before turning his attention back to talking*

[Triple H]
The Game hasn't changed. I can power through the quickest, brawl with the smartest, and outwit the strongest. I AM the measuring stick in this business and one little win over me will just be signing a death warrant for the next week. SO come one come all, because if you try to play me, expect it to be Game Over.

*Breakdown cuts to its next segment*

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This match-up gets underway as Shelley and Ziggler slowly walk towards each other in the middle of the ring jaw-jacking every step of the way. Ziggler says, “Nothing has changed while you were gone: I’m still the best in this ring!” In response, Shelley smirks and says, “I’m surprised I can fit in the ring with all the room your ego’s taking up.”

They lock up and spend a few intense moments battling the gain the upperhand, the slight edge that they will need to get the better of the other in what will be a grueling equivalent of a chess match. Ziggler manages to twists Shelley’s arm—threatening to pull the arm right out of the socket—and proud of himself for winning the first exchange, Ziggler says, “I back it up every single night!”

The time it took Ziggler to utter that sentence was all Shelley needed to formulate his escape plan, and he may have even had seconds to spare. He does a forward roll, spins around on his ass so that he’s facing Dolph, then in a quick sequence off moves, Shelley kicks away Dolph’s hands breaking his grip, then he immediately grabs hold of his opponents arm and now he’s the one in the driver’s seat as Dolph cries out in pain.

Shelley teases him a little as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you too bad, Dolph. If this arm is broken, you’re in for a lonely time tonight.” Whether that is a legitimately worrying thought or not, Dolph mimics Shelley’s forward roll, but he takes the route that doesn’t feature as much finesse, and instead drives his two feet into Shelley’s chest knocking him to the ground.

The two men get up to their feet at the same time. Shelley goes for the first move, charging in Dolph’s direction, but he’s taken down with a side-headlock takeover. Dolph begins pumping his arms, an effective means of cutting off Shelley’s airflow, then he begins to roll over and while he still has the headlock synched in, Dolph lifts his legs into the air and does a handstand!

The people applaud Dolph’s show of athleticism and theatrics, although Shelley isn’t as impressed and the way he’s squirming in Dolph’s grasp causes him to lose his balance and flop back down onto the mat. Shelley uses his free forearm and presses it into Ziggler’s face. He rubs it back and forth, threatening to ruin those Hollywood good-looks, while simultaneously pushing down on Ziggler’s head until he can finally tuck it between his thighs.

Now Shelley is in control, interlocking his ankles and pushing himself off the mat as he exerts as much pressure as possible on the hold.

One!

Two!

Ziggler gets his shoulder off the mat, then tries to push Shelley’s leg up so that he can slip his head out, but then Shelley turns his body, painfully bending Dolph’s neck backwards. Shelley turns back into the original position and from there, Dolph is able to kip back onto his feet! He smiles as he runs his hands through his hair then flicks it into Shelley’s face who applauds as he gets off the ground.

Dolph motions over to the ropes and says, “after you.” Shelley responds with, “you’re too kind,” then dashes off to the opposite end of the ring. He comes back and nails Dolph with a shoulder block, but all it does is cause Dolph to stumble a couple of steps backwards. To that Shelley says, “someone’s been hitting the gym,” and Dolph retorts with, “let me show you how a star gets the job done.”

This time it’s Dolph who races over to the ropes. He comes back and instead of a shoulder block he slaps Shelley across the face! Shelley tries for a wild right that Dolph ducks under and then he sends Shelley running over to the ropes with a shove. Shelley bounces off, then has to step over Dolph who drops to the mat, then Dolph goes for a rebound, but Shelley stops short, then when Dolph hits the ground Shelley brings him to the mat with a side-headlock take over.

Shelley goes to take a page out of Dolph’s book, kicking his legs off the ground to get a headlock going and with each attempt the people start to get into it.

Whoa…

Whoa…

Whooooooooooooa

Shelley has it for like a second, but this clearly isn’t his forte as he quickly drops to the mat. He breaks the hold and while Dolph is still on the mat Shelley slaps him across the face to return the favor. Dolph gets up to his feet with a hand pressed against his cheek while Shelley backs up towards the ropes. Shelley blows a kiss in Dolph’s direction and that’s enough to get him to race in Shelley’s direction to sidesteps him and throws him over the top rope!

Dolph tries to hang onto the ropes, but loses his grips and lands feet-first on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile, Shelley has already dashed back towards the outside of the ring, picking up momentum for a suicide dive, but then he stops short of the ropes and takes a seat on the middle ropes, offering Dolph a free pass inside the ring!

That gets a smirk from Ziggler who takes his time walking over to the steel stairs, walking up them and then walking along the apron until he gets to Shelley who’s there waiting for him. Ziggler puts one foot through the ropes, then he lunges at Shelley and gets him down to the mat with a school boy pin:

One!

Two!

Shelley kicks out! As he rises to his feet, Dolph leaps into the air and goes for the kill with the Zig Zag but Shelley grips onto the ropes, preventing his head from getting driven into the mat. Ziggler rolls backwards into the center of the ring and just barely avoids getting superkicked into oblivion!

Shelley turns around and grabs Dolph’s foot just mere inches from where he planned to superkick his head off. Shelley throws down Dolph’s boot and hoists him into the air, looking to hit Automatic Midnight but it’s a tad too early for that—evident in the way Dolph is able to slip off of Shelley’s shoulders.

In that next instant, the same thought crosses their minds as they leap into the air to hit a dropkick and the soles of their boots collide before they hit the ground. They stare each other down with the ground roaring in the background and soon they break into a dueling chant of “Let’s go, Ziggler!” “Let’s go Shelley!” The camera can now barely pick up the conversation in the ring, but Shelley can be heard saying, “I see you’ve been studying my matches,” and Dolph quickly comes back with, “Yeah, they’re great for when I have trouble falling asleep.”

They slowly get back onto their two feet, ready to pick things up ag—






















Before anything is even seen, the boos are deafening. The Wyatts are cutting into a fantastic match and chances are good things aren’t about to happen. This could be them picking up where they left off with Ziggler last week before their handicap assault was thwarted by Adam Cole – or maybe they’re about to send Shelley a message after he willingly signed up for what must be a suicide mission.

We get our answers when the lights flip back on as their Shelley lies, out cold on the ground! Over him stand Harper and Rowan—their shadow assault more than effective. With the bell ringing in the background—the match thrown away as The Wyatts continue to show they have no regard for the way things are supposed to work in this company—Ziggler starts shouting, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

He may have been better off running for the hills as now the two big men have turned their attention to him, and take a few menacing steps in his direction. Suddenly there’s a huge pop from the ground as Adam Cole races down the ramp and slides into the ring. He went to war with Fandango earlier, but as long as there is a breath in his body he will use it to try and blow out the flame that keeps the Wyatts alive.

Cole and Dolph stand side-by-side telling the Wyatts to bring the fight now that it’s at least a little fairer than it was seconds prior and it actually looks like Harper and Rowan just might—



False alarm.

Their message was sent and they obviously didn’t see it fit to linger any longer than necessary. That’s right, Harper and Rowan have returned to the darkness they were birthed in and now that the lights are back on, the status of Alex Shelley becomes of the utmost concern. Cole is worried that the one man who volunteered to fight by his side may be sidelined, and Ziggler needs Shelley at 100% so that the next time they face off there are no excuses when Ziggler steals the show.