XWL Breakdown: 9/5/2014 - 9/12/2014

 
Live from:
Norfolk Scope – Norfolk, VA
 
Deadline Time: 4:30 PM EST / 9:30 PM GMT
 
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It's The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived versus The Cowboy, who wins?
 
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Xavier Woods loves to play games and tonight he'll face The Game in what's sure to be an interesting match.
 
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A legend in this business will fight to hang onto the torch as she does battle against a capable up-and-comer.
 
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Jericho may have been in Dancing with the Stars, but tonight Cecaro’s wrestling a real dancing extraordinaire who will make him work for a victory.
 
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Ziggler has had some unfortunate run-ins with The Wyatt Family, but he’ll need to give Daniel Bryan his undivided attention if he wants to come away with the victory.
 
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Legends come in all shapes and sizes and tonight Orton tackles a foe that’s a little more bizarre than he’s accustomed to.
 
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These two are hoping to become the next United States champion, but tonight they’ll see how they’d fare with the champ himself not in the mix.
 
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Power and ruthlessness goes up against technical finesse as these two athletes battle for the much-coveted victory.
 
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These two made their returns to XWL last week, but the catch is only one of theme will be able to kick off a new chapter in their careers with a win tonight.
 
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In a few short weeks these two will be on opposing teams inside the Elimination Chamber, but tonight they will do battle in a match of your choosing!
 
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Their names rhyme and sometimes that’s all the incentive you need to beat the hell out of someone.
 
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Jericho may be a week late trying to beat Rock and Austin on the same night again, but the same month is kinda not so bad too, right?
 
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Two divas who are on the outside looking in as far as the Elimination Chamber is concerned, battle tonight to show that it should only be a matter of time before they get their shot at the belt.
 
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An errant superkick may have left a bad taste in EY’s mouth and tonight he shows HBK that he’s not a man to be overlooked.
 
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Interferences spoiled Cena’s match last week and they’re not exactly out of the question this week either as he deals with one of the members of The Bullet Club.
 
Main Event: Six Diva Tag Team Match


In a blockbuster main event match, five of the women competing in the second-ever all-female Elimination Chamber match, and a woman who hopes to be included, battle to show their supremacy. When no two people on either team see eye-to-eye this match becomes a matter of who hates each other the least and can get along long enough to secure the victory?

The typical, yet still astonishing, display of pyro kicks of Breakdown and already this Norfolk crowd is roaring in excitement and anticipation as the road to Eye for an Eye continues and the destructive-by-nature Elimination Chamber match looms ever closer just beyond the horizon. Once the pyro ends leaving puffs of smoke in its place, the cameras begins to scan the crowd, in all their fanatic glory, as they raise their signs high into the air and show off the merchandise they purchased off shopXWL.com. A lot of the members of the audience packed into the venue where wrestling history took place, are in support of the company’s female competitors who are set to compete in what is bound to be an amazing six-diva tag team match in the show’s main event.

One member of the audience, a fat, hairy beast of a man, is holding up a sign with just a fork on it that has blood dripping from its prongs and when he sees the camera on him he turns to his buddy next to him and they Too Sweet each other. Elsewhere in the arena, a woman shows off her Bayleyesque headband and now that the attention is on her she hugs her neighbor in a way that would bring a tear to Bayley’s eyes.

But it’s not just the women who are going to make this a night to remember.

John Cena is out to prove that he will be the most dominant World Champion in this company’s history and even though he shattered the hearts of the people who proudly stood as a member of the Cenation, here and there in the arena you still see a child or two with the t-shirt and wristbands on while simultaneously holding on to the hope that inside of this alien currently inhabiting Cena’s body still resides the heart of the man that won over the world with his drive to live the motto of “hustle, loyalty and respect.”

The man who gave him a run for his money last week, Eric Young, also has his own rowdy fanbase. A woman is actually wearing a fake beard and he man next to her jokingly says that it’s real and instead of taking offense, the woman breaks out into song though the cameras cut away from her before she can even finish the first verse.

The people are definitely in high spirits tonight and the cameras cut over to the superfluous three-man announce team of Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler and Good ol’ Jim Ross, while the spirit of Joey Styles watches over and guides them.

Jim Ross
You can feel the excitement in the air as Breakdown comes to you LIVE from Norfolk, Virginia! Good evening, folks, this is Jim Ross alongside my colleagues Jerry Lawler and Michael Cole, and guys, this is going to be a night to remember.

Michael Cole
This may be the night Lawler’s heart gives out; the main event is like a dream come true for him!

Jerry Lawler
I can tell you that my dreams have never been as good as this! Six divas in one ring! Christmas has come early guys!

Jim Ross
Settle down, King, there are plenty of other matches on deck for tonight worth getting excited about like—



Darkness abruptly falls over the arena like it has so many times before, though it seems that no matter how many times this occurs, someone doesn’t experience any fewer goosebumps rising in their skin or any less intense chills rocketing down the length of their spine. The lone source of light emits from the titantron as it displays a looping, twitchy feed of Adam Cole and Alex Shelley shaking hands as the latter agrees to assist the former in his quest to rid XWL of The Wyatts. The loop is marred by static, but through it a face soon appears.



-Luke Harper-
The sheep convinced another to join the herd—together they are merely a bigger meal.

 

-Luke Harper-
Adam Cole operates under the guise of innocence, but he harbors a monster that feeds on his selfish actions. Your lies started this war and with the shake of a hand you condemned a man to die in your name. The honorable thing would have been telling him to—



-Erick Rowan-
Run…



-Luke Harper-
While you, Adam, continue to run in circles, once again entrusting your future in the vote of the vultures who want us to hurt you so they can feed on your misery.



-Erick Rowan-
Follow the buzzards.



And just like that the brothers are gone, though the residual effects of their message still linger. Tonight, Adam Cole will have the opportunity to deal a serious blow to The Wyatts if he can somehow manage to hurt his long-time tormentor in Luke Harper enough so that he won’t be at full strength by the time the Elimination Chamber rolls around, especially if Cole cannot manage to procure a third ally by the time doomsday arrives. However, none of the three voting options will do him any favors as a world without rules is where men like Harper thrive.

Directly positioned outside a locker room door, we see a box wrapped neatly and tied with bow, with a note attached that's got a bright pink heart on it. Does someone have a secret admirer? Perhaps a gift from a significant other? Maybe Josh finally manned up and got Madison a present, or maybe Fandango got his lay-day another new outfit for tonight. A thought we seriously consider until the sound of humming fills our ears, getting closer and closer until we see none other than Fandango doing a little wiggle jiggle type of dance as he walks in the path of this present. He stops in front of it, kneeling down, sniffing it...because that's the first thing anyone does when they see a gift...then he picks it up and shakes it near his ear. Not knowing what's in side from smell nor sound, he siffs it again...because again, that's the obvious thing to do in a situation like this. Who is this from? Fandango could flip open the card and find out, but hey the actual obvious option of course doesn't cross his mind. At least for the first few seconds, after that he pops it open, starts to read, sees what we can guess are the first two words...then closes it surprised by his findings. I mean, you could have read the whole thing, but hey that won't be a total mistake you'll regret in about a minute...


All we can think is, uh-oh, did some other chick get Fandango a gift? Run man, don't let Layla find out...he hesitates opening it, but then he looks around making sure nobody is watching, and starts to pull on the bow until....the door suddenly opens and there's Layla coming out of it, and shutting it behind her only to find Fandango there, a present in hand.




[Layla]
Oh my god, babe...you, you got me a present?

Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside over her boyfriend getting her a gift, Layla's mind runs wild wondering what it could be. While Fandango just stands there, a horrible poker face and all...trying to figure out how he gets out of this mess. If some chick left him a present, he can't exactly let Layla see it...but she thinks it's for her, and from him...he can't exactly say it isn't, because then she'll wonder why he didn't get her a present, and then when he offers to get her something she'll be like, oh don't bother I don't want anything anyways...when she's the one that'd be getting upset over not getting a gift, women...right?  


[Layla]
It...it is for me, right?

Say yes, wait...say no, wait...if you say yes, and it's something you don't want Layla to see...then you're screwed...but if you say no, you're screwed as well. So what does a man do in this situation? Fandango puts on a smile, not uttering a sound...he's even controlling his breathing...which you'd think at a time like this, this is when he'd be breathing uncontrollably, go figure huh?  


[Fandango]
Well...

Before he can try to spin himself out of this mess, Layla reaches forward and giddily snatches the gift out of his hands. He throws his hands up in fright, fearing the very bad turn this moment is about to take...she looks at the note, then at her man who is simply put...freaking out. Then she peeps at it, lifting it up and begins to read with the biggest of smiles on her face. Well, it was nice knowing you Fandango...


[Layla]
"To my dearest, Layla..."

Wait what? Fandango's worried demeanor drastically changes the second he hears her name uttered out of her mouth, instead of his...he thought that was for him, but...someone got Layla a gift? Someone that, wasn't him? Relief naturally overtakes any other emotion, but his own mind begins to wander...who in the hell got his girl a gift?


[Layla]
"I know I've acted foolishly lately, and after some serious soul searching...I honestly feel terrible about my behavior." Aw darling, the past is the past, we both acted foolishly..

Okay who in the hell is this from? Fandango went from worrying to getting a bit steamed up. What guy is trying to put the moves his his lay-day? I bet it's Byron, he always looked at her a little funny...or maybe it's innocent little Tom Phillips, the low down dirty snake..what's with these interviewers and going after all the girls lately?  

[Layla]
"So that's why I've decided to let bygones be bygones, and do the right the thing, with much love....Ath-

Whoa whoa whoa, it's from Athena? PLOT TWIST! Layla stops reading right there, looks to Fandango who is now even more confused than he was to begin with, and she seems upset that he lead her to believe it was from him...  

[Layla]
Hold on a second, this isn't from you?!

Realizing now that he should have spoken up sooner, he grabs at the back of his neck looking away from her deathly gaze.

[Layla]
Wow, so some snot-nosed rookie gets me a gift, yet my own boyfriend can't?

This is one of those situations we all know too well, there's no winning...only losing...the question is, how do you lose less, instead of losing more?


[Fandango]
Baby, there's no greater gift I can give, other than my heart...to you m'lay-day.

Staring at him in complete silence, Layla contemplates whether or not he's being sincere, or if she should just leave this issue for another time and focus on whatever the hell Athena got her. Her expression loosens up a bit, still upset a bit, but she softens her leering then looks down at the present.


[Layla]
I wonder what's inside, should I open it?


In typical Layla fashion, even though she asked Fandango a question, she already starts to tear into it before he can even say a thing about it. She pulls the bow off, tossing it to the ground, then claws at the wrapping paper to reveal a brand new shiny box that reads "Christian Louboutin." Immediately The British Beauty's eyes light up and her jaw drops, Athena actually did it, she sucked up her pride, and did the right thing...


[Layla]
I don't believe it...look at this, she...she got them. She really got them, how...what...I, maybe...she's not so bad after all...I mean, she's totally in over her head, and needs to learn to respect her superiors...but this is definitely a step in the right direction.


Women and their shoes...seeing how elated Layla is over the gift, Fandango looks to do some serious damage control and tries to make her forget about the fact that her "rival" got her a present yet her man hasn't gotten her anything since the first night they danced together. He steps closer and places his hand on top of hers on the box.

[Fandango]
You wanna put them on?


[Layla]
Yeah, do you mind?

[Fandango]
What m'lay-day wants...m'lay-day gets...hop up there and let Faaaan-Daaan...Gooo be at your service, Cinder-Lay..la...

God that was terrible...like, never say that again...ever. But you don't have to tell her twice, she smiles and seemingly forgets the fact that she was mad at him just a minute ago, then pushes up on the create behind her and sits on it. Fandango kneels down, grabbing her current boot and slowly sliding it off her foot, tossing it aside. Then he pops open the box and sure enough...it's the exact stilettos that Athena snapped the hell off of at International Incident, and then threw into the crowd last week after snapping the replacements heel yet again. The Ballroom Brawler rubs both of his hands firmly together, then breathes on them rubbing off a bit of that weird luck of his in hopes that these aren't too small, or too big...that they're just right, so that Layla can be happy and in turn, he'll be happy to have avoided getting on her bad side, again.  

[Layla]
Hurry up, I wanna go show Madison!


Slowly, and gingerly Fandango slides the Louboutin around Layla's foot, pulling it up to it's designed placement. It's a perfect fit, it's as snug as it's supposed to be, and now all that's left to do is pull up the zipper and pray that it doesn't jam. Gently raising the tab to the zipper and he's done it! Halfway there buddy, one more shoe to go and Layla will forget about the fact that she was upset with you for not getting her a gift, and maybe she'll even get you a little something. I mean usually in relationships it's the guy getting the girl flowers, candy and whatnot...but I think it's quite obvious that this isn't your typical relationship. Fandango's more flamboyant, and Layla's more take charge. Proving so by clearing her throat and pointing to the other shoe she had on, instructing him to take it off and put the other one on so she can model her newly replaced pair of Louboutins.  

Which maybe he should be a man and say no you do it yourself woman...but I'm sure we wants to live so we know this is a matter of survival. Get this over with and make his lay-day happy, because the last thing he wants is for her to bring up the fact that The Money in The Bank contract meant more to him than her again, that was a cold and lonely three weeks..the poor guy was a wreck, or maybe he was being smart and pretending to be a pathetic mess...you never can tell with Fandango, can you? Removing Layla's other boot, he grabs the other half of the Louboutins and then gradually slides her foot into it, and SUCCESS! He confidently pulls the zipper up and then smiles into his girl's eyes. She looks down at the two shoes, clicking her heels together overjoyed. And Fandango's so enthusiastic that nothing went wrong, that he grabs Layla around both sides of her waist and hoists her into the air as she lets out a giggle. Lowering her to the ground, she wraps her arms around Fandango's neck, her heels touch the cement then suddenly SNAP!

[Layla]
Wha-whaa-WHAT!?

Everything happens so fast, the heels pop off like they were some cheap knockoffs, I'm talking knockoffs of knockoffs cheap, like damn did they stable that crap together or something? She screams out as she tips forward, grabbing onto Fandango to stop from going TIMBER but being the type of man that Fandango is, which is strange...he pulls away to avoid getting sandwiched between the floor and Layla. Not exactly something your usual man would do, I mean...is that such a bad situation to be in? But Fandango steps away, and Layla flails her arms trying to fly? Until WHAM! Face planting the floor, Layla's steaming mad in an instant! Hollering so loudly that it bounces off the floor and echos through the halls, she pounds at it like a child throwing a tantrum, all while Fandango immediately begins to regret getting out of dodge because...if he wasn't in the dog house before, he's damn well leasing it now.


Having a complete meltdown, I mean damn lady...it's a freaking pair of shoes...you didn't just get screwed out of The Divas Championship or something...a pair of shoes broke, it's not the end of the world...but boy is she sure acting like it, huh? Fandango kneels down as if he were going to try to salvage this by picking her up.
 


[Fandango]
Uh, listen...my little daancing queen...I've gotta go see a guy, about a guy, and guy things...so, I'll swing by later and um, pick you up, kay?

Maybe a poor choice of words because you could have, I don't know? ACTUALLY PICKED HER UP? But that Fandango, what a guy, huh? He heads off, as Layla lies there in absolute disbelief. Did he seriously just say that....did he seriously just leave her lying there? At this point we're not sure who she's more pissed off at, Athena for toying with her yet again, or Fandango for being a complete boob. And of course, instead of the cameraman being a stand up guy, and helping her, stand up...he instead stays there, watching her struggle to get up due to her imbalanced boots, and eventually while he doesn't feel bad enough to aid her, he does feel bad enough to end her embarrassment by cutting the footage there and sending us to a commercial.
 

Breakdown returns from commercial break to a rather... Um, odd sight. We find ourselves in a kitchen area. Almost like a modern day kitchen. There is a stove, a fridge, and a sink. Of course, with a table, chairs and the counter. Sat on the counter is a gallon jug, a pot, a bag of sugar and a box of tea-bags. Causing some confusion in the crowd, as to who this belongs to is unanswered for a few moments as the image rolls across the kitchen, showing it off. Then, a whistle starts from somewhere off camera. Then almost like anyone else entering their own kitchen, a man, gowned in yellow, walks in as though everything is normal. Goldust, in the flesh, stands, dressed in an apron which reads "Kiss the Cook" as he walks through the kitchen, to the items sorted on the counter. He pours some sugar into the gallon jug, then grabs the pot. He makes his way to the sink, turning it on and filling the pot with water.

Silently, and perfectly, he makes his way back to the stove where he sets down the pot, atop one of the burners. He then grabs the box of tea-bags, and pulls out two, holding them both by their strings and dipping them into the water in the pot. He allows the strings to dangle over the edge before taking a whiff of the air, which is now filled with the fragrance of tea. Then, just because of who he is, he begins to suck in air through his mouth, rather than through his nose. Making it just that much weirder.

[Goldust]
Hello.... Everyone.

Goldust turns to the camera slowly, his eyes almost molesting the members of the crowd and the members at home.

[Goldust]
And welcome, to my kitchen.

Suddenly, Goldust spits into the water filling the pot. I guess to give it flavor.

[Goldust]
At International... Innnnncident.

Words slither through Goldust's lips, making it fairly hard to watch him.

[Goldust]
I came face to face with one, hunk, of a man. Just two weeks ago, this same man took out his frustration, on me. And not, the kind I wanted.

Goldust winks at the camera, the innuendo obvious as he fiddles with the tea-bags.

[Goldust]
So this week, I thought I'd try to bribe him with something he loves. Tea-bags.

Ah, the pun. A few weeks ago, Sami came face to face with the lower part of Goldust's torso, in a rather unusual manner. Obviously, Goldust is implying that Sami loved it and is going to give him more.

[Goldust]
Considering how much he loved the last one I gave him, I felt another two, are in order. One for showing up at Eye for an Eye, and another, for allowing me to crawl over you, and lay on you, for three seconds. The story book we're telling is not finished. We still have 49 more shades to go, Sami. So, I'll leave the challenge, in your court. But don't keep me waiting. I don't like being lead on, big boy.

Goldust turns back to his tea, plucking the bags out of the water and dipping them back in, repeating this motion a few times before turning back to the camera.

[Goldust]
And in case you think another foul play ending like International Incident, is in order, then I am sorry. But at Eye for an Eye, only one man will have his victory and his name is

The heavy inhale,

[Goldust]
Gooooooooooolllduusssst.

And the exhale of his name. Classic Goldust as the segment shatters, much like the beginning of his theme song, into several pieces. The camera moves to another segment.

Returning from an advertisement promoting Eye For An Eye, we're taken a quick recap of what happened last week when Renee Young attempted to interview CM Punk. As they turned to watch a replay of CM Punk's attack on Fandango the week before, Fandango came out of nowhere in the middle of it throwing Punk into the monitor and laying a beating on him the likes of which we never expected to see from a man like Fandango. The Ballroom Brawler showed that he's dangerous not only on the dance floor, but in any situation he needs to be. Planting CM Punk through a table with what he calls "The Last Dance" Fandango left a last impression coming out of Breakdown, an impression that just a week later, is still as strong. The footage concludes and we then head backstage with Tom Phillips.



[Tom Phillips]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to more of tonight's blockbuster edition of Breakdown. Tonight we will a huge Six Divas Tag-Team Match close the show, when Layla, Athena, and Bayley an unlikely trio, take on an equally as unlikely union in Divas Champion Madison Eagles, Madison Rayne, and Sasha Banks. Also later on tonight, we'll see Paul Heyman's own Cesaro, battling the man that brutally assaulted his other client CM Punk last week, Fandango. So with that said, please welcome my guest at this time...Fandango.

The Lord of Dance strolls onto the set, firmly gripping his vest, sparkling in every way except oddly enough, personality. Notably so he's walked onto the scene all business, no theatrics whatsoever.  




[Tom Phillips]
Fandango thank you for joining me, how are you doing tonight?

Usually he might move around a bit, confusing the hell out of everybody, whether in the arena, at home, or near him...but instead Fandango just turns his head towards Tom.



[Fandango]
You're very welcome Thomas, I'm doing super..duper thank you for asking.

[Tom Phillips]
Last week was a big week for you, would you say that we've now finally seen a glimmer of how threatening someone as dazzling as yourself actually can be?


Running Tom's words through his brain, Fandango raises his hands up rubbing them together as he pauses for a few seconds before responding.



[Fandango]
There's a common mis...conception about me. People...they think that I, could never...ever...be considered a threat. Because I'm not as unsightly as my peers, and...I'm not as dull as an unsharpened number two pencil, like every...body else. Simply put, I'm Faaaan....taaasticly gifted in more ways than you, they, or even m'self...will ever comprehend.

After Tom's question, did we expect any other type of response? Last week was a good week for him, it may have taken three months...to finally show something, but he did prove something big. But it's not what you did last week that defines you, it's what you do in the present that matters, so we're not necessarily sold on the idea that Fandango's the end all be all like he'd lead us to believe.


[Tom Phillips]
Well I commend you for upping your game and giving us a better feel for what someone like you may be able to bring to the table. However, some have as they did several months ago when you defeated him back at Supremacy, that instead of getting one over on CM Punk...you've now more than ever sealed your fate. Do you believe you've ridden XWL of CM Punk for the foreseeable future, or do you buy into the speculation that CM Punk will be back, and sooner rather than later?


Because it would be unheard of if he didn't Fandango immediately bumps chest with Tom, getting uncomfortably close as he starts acting all macho, getting in his way and wiggling around. Tom' shown looking up at Fandango, wondering what he might have to say after behaving so erratically. The Ballroom Brawler's finger tips direct the mic closer to himself, then he finally speaks.  




[Fandango]
Do I, look...scared? Am I, hiding under my covers? Am I, shrouding m'self...with the comfort of a nightlight? No, because you know what? Punk's done, this...this ordeal between us? It's done, the beef, is cooked...it's been put away in a Tupperware container, left in the fridge for seven days, and thrown out. He doesn't want any more of this, he thought he had it all figured out, but then I, changed the questions. He thought I was just going to stand by, and let him disrespect....me forever. But you know what he done did? He did what he done, and that's why I done did, what I done.





[Fandango]
From disrespecting me...to putting his lips, on what was MINE...CM Punk crossed the line a long...long time ago. But I tried to be a gentleman about it, I tried...to be the better man, but when it gets down to it, I've always already been, the better man. CM Punk was a nuisance, he did nothing but try to get under this gorgeously kept skin, and as the saying goes, there comes a time in a man's life, when a man's...gotta do...what a man's...gotta do.



[Tom Phillips]
I can respect that, perhaps things could have been handled better, but this is the wrestling business after all, and sometimes things can't end any other way. Now tonight, with one Paul Heyman guy already on the shelf at your hands, you move onto the next. Cesaro's done very well for himself recently, how do you believe you'll fair against him?


Fandango turns his head to his right shoulder, then his left, then the right again, and back to the left where he looks at Tom. Either he's got a serious crick in his neck or that's how he ponders something by going back and forth, literally...




[Fandango]
How do you...think I'll fair?

[Tom Phillips]
It's hard to say really, Cesaro's a hard hitting man.

[Fandango]
Are you saying I'm not hard hitting?

[Tom Phillips]
Well, it's not that it's just you two have completely different styles in the ring.

[Fandango]
Good point, I mean who walks around here dressed like that anyways. Put on some pants, ain't nobody...wanna see that.


While we understand what Tom meant by that, Fandango thinks Tom is saying their actual style as in what they wear is so different...really puts his perspective into check, huh?

[Tom Phillips]
Well, I more so mea-



[Fandango]
It doesn't matter, because fashionably challenged or not, he doesn't stand a chance....Adam Cole saw, what kind of a threat I can be, when I wanna be...and this week, I'm as threatening as an expired bottle of OJ at the fuel station thirty miles out of town...

[Tom Phillips]
I...I don't quite understand. I mean, I do...but I really don't.


[Fandango]
Of course you don't, this ol' noggin...it's jam packed full of all sorts of things, things you could never...faathom. Because I'm all the way....up here.

Standing up on his tiptoes, Fandango hovers his hand over Tom's head, to better prove the point that none of us understand, but he's still trying to make anyways.

[Fandango]
And you, everyone else...you're all the way, down there...

Using visuals once more to explain things, Fandango's hand lowers all the way below the camera, but quickly comes back up landing on Tom's cheek. As if he were trying to comfort the confused Tom, he does anything but..



[Fandango]
It's okay, you...everyone, you'll come around eventually...but to put it in simple terms for you, I'm here to make an impact. The click of my heels on that stage, the presence I bring everywhere...I go. CM Punk tried to stop it, he tried to bring my movement...to an end, but without further...ado, it's time to show the world...what Faaaaan....Daaan....goo....can do.

Playfully slapping Tom's face several times after delivering his final line, Fandango spins around and struts away. Tom's left speechless, unsure of what Fandango really meant by what he said. With CM Punk now behind him, Fandango's set to take on another Paul Heyman guy tonight, but one is not like the other...Cesaro's a tough opponent for anybody, so we'll no doubt get a better idea of what Fandango really is capable of when those two mix it up later on tonight.  

 

As Breakdown continues the cameras are rolling focused on the ring which is surrounded by a Steel Cage, and more importantly standing inside that ring is none other than Paul Heyman who already has a microphone in his hands as he begin to address the XWL fans as when his voice makes it's way around the arena the crowd start to boo instinctively before even hearing what he has to say



Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman...

With Heyman introducing himself the crowd continue to boo him showing just how much they don't like Paul Heyman and how little they want to hear what he has to say, but not letting these fans distract him from what he came out to say, he carries on into his speech



Paul Heyman: And I'm sure you're all wondering why I am currently stood inside this structure better known as a Steel Cage, now for some of you the answer might be obvious, but for the rest of you it's probably just a little bit less obvious. But no need to worry, because I am about to spell it out for you, because at Eye for an Eye my client the King of Swing, Cesaro will be stepping into this very ring, inside this very Steel Cage against Chris Jericho, and in this match you will bare witness to the very end, the final demise of one of the greatest performers to ever step foot inside this ring, but regrettably Mr Jericho has bitten off more than he can chew and after the beating my client gave to him two weeks ago, it's become painfully clear that Chris Jericho just doesn't have what it takes anymore... And that's where I come in.



Paul Heyman: Because my client Cesaro will be the one who ends Chris Jericho's historic career inside a structure that over the years has provided classic moments. Classic moments like when the longest reigning champion of wrestling history Bruno Sammartino took on The Living Legend Larry Zbyszko in front of a sold out Shea Stadium, like The Nature Boy Ric Flair capturing the NWA World Heavyweight championship against Harley Race is one of the bloodiest wars ever seen and who could forget the all time classic moment when Jimmy Snuka stood on top of the Cage before diving down onto Don Muraco in Madison Square Garden, I know I can't because I was there at ringside capturing the moment on camera, and I felt the energy rush through the arena that night and I know wasn't standing there in awe of what just happened. That's what happens inside the Steel Cage, men are pushed to their limits, boundaries are pushed and ll while knowing the unthinkable could happen at any given moment, gallons of blood, tears and sweat shed inside this cage, as two men immortalize themselves when they go to war knowing that neither of them will come out of the same as they entered, and as for Chris Jericho he will enter as Y2J, but he will leave as a man without purpose, he will leave as a man beaten within an inch of his very being, he will leave NOT as the Best in the World at everything he does, no, but he will leave defeat by the Best in the World at everything he does, and that man is my client, Cesaro who will walk into the Steel Cage who will walk into Eye for an Eye as the new Next Big Thing in wrestling today and he will leave as the undeniable real deal, he will leave as an Immortal, he will leave as the One! The One who put an end to the career of Chris Jericho, the one who dragged Chris Jericho around this very ring, and used each and every signal one of these four walls as a weapon, the one who ground Chris Jericho's flesh against the steel mesh until he bleeds, the one who rams Chris Jericho's head into these Steel pipes, the one who will cover Chris Jericho in the middle of the ring, and then and only then he will be the One who ended the career of the most prolific superstar in XWL history and he will leave as a GOD!

As Heyman continues to hype up his client Cesaro getting into a particularly touchy area especially in the Bible Belt the boos from the crowd only increase as they saw their severe displeasure towards to comparison between Cesaro and a God



Paul Heyman: Now a much smaller man than myself would perhaps be remised if they felt that Chris Jericho had made this issue personal when he hit me with the Codebreaker last month during his poorly disguise ambush titled The Highlight Reel or when he once again tried to lay his hands on me last week on Breakdown, but luckily for him I am a much bigger person than that, and to be completely honest I've suffered much worse than a sneak attack by a dying star such as him, I've been beaten and thrown about by the best of them, but when it comes down to it whoever it was and however many times someone has tried to silence Paul Heyman, my message only becomes louder and louder and right now my message is a simple one and that message is that your time is up, and at Eye for an Eye when the final grain of sand falls through your finger tips a new icon will emerge and that is my client, the King of Swing, the Swiss Superstar, the Pound for Pound Strongest Man in XWL today and he is the Best!.. In the World!.. At everything he does! and he is MY CLIENT, Ladies and Gentlemen he is Cesaro!

As Heyman finshes speaking he gestures towards to titantron...



Cesaro walks out onto the stage to a negative reaction from everyone in the arena bar one: the man standing in the steel cage applauding him.  Cesaro begins his confident strides towards the steel structure containing his advocate until suddenly he falls forward onto the entrance ramp, completely knocked unconscious with his eyes glazed over!  Jericho stands over him with a steel chair in hand as the fans go ballistic!  

Heyman's overwhelming joy at seeing his latest pet project approach the ring is quickly turned on it's head and replaced with pure fear.  He is open-mouthed in shock as Jericho's murderous gaze turns to him.  The fans begin chanting "Y2J!" clearly approving of Jericho's actions, despite him not being a favourite himself, and obviously despite Jericho not caring for their support one tiny bit.  Jericho steps over the carcass of the Swiss Superman who for all we know could have suffered a very serious head injury from the brutal chair shot which sent shockwaves around the arena with a noise like a gunshot, and slowly inches towards the ring as Heyman pleads and begs down on his knees in the middle of the ring for Jericho to leave him be.  

Week after week, Jericho has been the subject of a verbal tirade or the victim of a sneak attack and more recently  he has been on the receiving end of one of the most vicious beat-downs ever televised, but now the tables have turned.  Now Jericho is the one in a position to inflict damage, and unsatisfied with knocking out Cesaro, his eyes are now on the master manipulator and the king of the parasites Paul Heyman.  

Jericho yells angrily for the cage to be opened and as the "Y2J!" chants grow ever louder, a ringside staff member quickly complies, no doubt fearing he could be next on Jericho's list if he doesn't allow him entrance.  With both men now inside the ring, the atmosphere is electric.  The tension is almost unbearable as you know something is going to happen and it's going to be ugly.  On one side, there's Paul Heyman: his eyes welling up, pressed against the ropes and the cage with his eyes together as in prayer, begging for Jericho to allow him to live another day.  On the other side, there's Jericho.  The fire in his eyes tells it all.  He's here tonight to send a message.  A message that neither Cesaro or Paul Heyman will ever put an end to his illustrious career and that he will not stand to be made an example of.  It's now Jericho's time to make the example and Heyman is to be the sacrifice.  Outside the cage, Cesaro has not stirred.  There's nowhere to run and nowhere to hide for Heyman.

Time seems to stand still as the maniacal look in Jericho's eyes remains constant and Heyman continues to blubber away.   The chants continue and are at a deafening level as the XWL Universe eggs Jericho on to carry out some barbarity right here right now.  They sure are a bloodthirsty bunch, but what could be more entertaining than seeing Paul Heyman battered and beaten live and in the flesh right before their very eyes?

Suddenly those cheers and chants quickly turn to boos and nuclear heat as Jericho inexplicably throws down his steel chair.  He screams at Heyman "I'm better than you!" before beginning to leave.  This is unbelievable to the XWL fans and also to Paul Heyman who becomes wide eyed in amazement.  As Jericho slowly exits the cage, he turns again to shout back at Heyman "I'm a better man than you!".  This is completely unexpected.  Jericho steps over Cesaro who is still completely lifeless before turning again to Heyman on the ramp and locks his eyes in a cold, steely stare.

Jericho had his chance here to silence the big mouth of Paul Heyman once and for all, but instead chose to let the opportunity escape him.  Why?  Is this a psychological message?  Is Jericho trying to say he is above all the physical violence or the attacks that are perpetrated by Heyman and Cesaro on a regular basis?  Or perhaps Jericho knows he has nothing to accomplish by beating a defenseless non-wrestler with a steel chair?  Perhaps his biggest beef is with Cesaro after all and of course he gets him inside a Steel Cage at Eye For An Eye?  There's many questions as this surprising segment draws to a close before fading to a commercial, but one thing is for certain, this is not the end of this rivalry.

The fans jump to their feet as the sound of CM Punk's theme blasts through the speakers, the last time we saw the Straight Edge Superstar he was on the recieving end of a beating from Fandango, the fans are on the edge of their seats in anticipation of what CM Punk has to say and just what his thoughts are on the man that beat him down last week. But the cheers die down, mumurs start to spread through the crowd because as more and more time passes there is still no sign of the Best in the World. The crowd look around in confusion, wondering just where CM Punk is but what they see before them is none other than one of the greatest minds in professional wrestling: Paul Heyman.



Paul Heyman stands on the stage and soaks in the mixed reaction he is recieving, the fans have a general disliking for Heyman but it seems whenever CM Punk is involved they start to cheer for him. Heyman marches down to the ring with intent, it takes him just but a few moments to reach the ring before he climbs up the stairs and gets into the ring. He retrieves a microphone and walks into the centre of the ring before looking out into the sea of fans, the majority of which chanting for CM Punk. Paul Heyman takes a page out of Punk's book as he takes a seat in the ring lifting the microphone to his mouth.



[[Paul Heyman]]
Ladies & Gentlemen.... My name is Paul Heyman!

Despite whatever their opinions of the man, those words always draw a cheer and the fans can't help but join along with every word



[[Paul Heyman]]
And I sit before you tonight on behalf of a person who I can say with pride in my heart and with complete honour that he is my best friend, one of the people that I helped defeat the system, somebody that I have taught but more importantly somebody that I have learned from. Ladies and Gentlemen I sit before you tonight on behalf of a King of the Ring, a three time World Heavyweight Champion and current Mr. Money in the Bank which not only guarentees him a match for the World Heavyweight Championship at any time that he sees fit but also guarentees YOU the people a new World Heavyweight Champion. I sit before you tonight on behalf of the Best Wrestler in the World, I sit before you tonight on behalf of C... M... PUNK!

Chants of "CM Punk" start filling the air, echoing through the arena like a siren



[[Paul Heyman]]
Last week the World witnessed something that nobody believed that they would see, CM Punk took the beating of a life time at the hands of Fan-Dan-Gooo and while he may believe that he was asserting his dominance on my friend and leaving his mark on this little rivalry that both men have found themselves in. What we all witnessed last week were the actions of a desperate man, a man who has found himself in very deep water, a man who has realised that he has bitten off more than he can chew when he chose to step foot into this ring with the likes of CM Punk!



[[Paul Heyman]]
Fan-Dan-Go has finally caught up with the brain power of the rest of World and can see the situation that he finds himself in now crystal clear because he now knows that CM Punk will not eat, that CM Punk will not sleep and that CM Punk will not STOP until he gets his hands on Fan-Dan-Go and beats some respect into him and if he is lucky he will stop there because CM Punk has my ear, CM Punk has told me every little thing that he intends to do to Fan-Dan-Go but I advised CM Punk in waiting for the right moment. CM Punk could come out here tonight and tear Fan-Dan-Go limb from limb but I advised him that he should wait until a grand stage, wait until when the entire World is watching and that is exactly what he intends to do.



[[Paul Heyman]]
The past two weeks are deeply engrained in CM Punk's mind, those moments are replaying over and over in his mind and with each and every second passing his anger, his pure rage is building and building and he is just waiting to unleash every ounce of hate that he has for Fan-Dan-Go. Fan-Dan-Go believes that his actions at International Incident allowed him to get "One over" on my friend CM Punk but it just furthers the truth that Fan-Dan-Go fears my friend CM Punk, that Fan-Dan-Go is scared to step foot inside the squared circle with CM Punk because he knows that he will have those two dancing legs of his bent into a pretzel so that he could never bother another soul with his prancing around this ring.



[[Paul Heyman]]
It goes without saying that is not a wise move to cross CM Punk, not only is it bad for your health it is bad for your career because CM Punk will not simply stop at winning a match, CM Punk wants to humiliate you inside his squared circle so badly that the thought of even stepping foot in another wrestling ring puts a sickening and unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. CM Punk wants to make it so you can never even look at yourself in the mirror or even view yourself as a man anymore. Forget professional wrestler, forget "sports entertainer", you can even forget your livlihood because CM Punk wants to take all matter of pride away from whatever poor soul finds themselves looking across the ring at him. He wants to strip away their pride, he wants to rob them of their dignity and he wants to the World to question them as a man.



[[Paul Heyman]]
That is what Fan-Dan-Go has in store for him the next time he and CM Punk find themselves sharing the same space, that is what Fan-Dan-Go can expect the next time he is standing inside this ring and has the unfortunate luck of hearing CM Punk's entrance music play over the PA System and when all is said and done he will have nobody to blame but himself. He can look to his "Lay-Day" and shed a tear or two on her shoulder but she will not be able to share the burden of his pain, she will not be able to make the pain stop, she will not be able put an end to the day to day suffering that he will have to endure because of the beating that he will recieve from my friend CM Punk.



[[Paul Heyman]]
So I hope that bond is strong, if you pardon the expression I hope that she realises just what hopping into bed with you has meant for her personally because not only is she going to have to stand at ringside, with the best seat in the house and watch the person that she quote, unquote, "Loves", get beaten mercilessly due to her actions but is going to have to be the one who help him with simple day to day tasks like eating, like cleaning, like washing, like going to the bathroom, like getting in and out of bed, like brushing what few teeth remain in his skull, like combing what few strands of hair still reside on his scalp because the second they performed their little "One up" at International Incident she signed away her career as a professional wrestler and went ahead and agreed to be a full time carer for Fan-Dan-Go...



[[Paul Heyman]]
You were warned several times. By the commentators, by the interviewers, by the fans, by me myself and still the message did not sink in. CM Punk is not a man that you want to find yourself on the wrong side of. You chose to ignore the warnings, you naively thought that you knew better than the single greatest mind that this industry has ever seen and that ignorance will cost you dearly. It all started out as a little act of disrespect and if you had taken your lumps like you should've done then who knows, maybe you might've had a bright future in this company but you thought you could be the one to silence the Voice of the Voiceless, you thought you were better than the best and you continued this little trivial act and dragged it out for months when the end result is going to be the same.



[[Paul Heyman]]
With every month that passes by you foolishly believe that you are getting under the skin of CM Punk but have you ever stopped to think that perhaps you are right where he wants you? You may shrug that off and snort with derision but think about it for just few seconds, throw your bias aside from one solitary moment and listen to the facts. My friend CM Punk is one of, if not the greatest in this industry at playing mind games and standing beside him is the single greatest mind that this industry has ever seen. It's not so far-fetched to believe that everything that has occured over the past months was a little brain child of ours now is it? Maybe CM Punk wanted you to attack him, maybe CM Punk knew that you were going to pull a trick like that because maybe CM Punk knew the higher you climb, the harder you fall and the spotlight has been on you for months now, the hype is growing and just exactly what would it do for your career if all of that suddenly came to a crashing halt?



[[Paul Heyman]]
While you ponder that allow me to let you in on something. You like to talk about the past and brag about these things, you hold them over CM Punk's head because you believe it is something worth chershing. Right now you are living in the past, well allow me to give you a brief insight of the future because the next time you see me face to face, I will be standing beside one pissed off individual. The next time you see me, you will hear those three words that make your testicles shoot back up into your body and strikes fear into your heart because the next to you see me Fan-Dan-Go it will be Clobberin' time because I will be standing next to CM Punk and watch with overwhelming joy as he teaches you the first lesson in life and for once it is not that CM Punk is the Best Wrestler in the World.



[[Paul Heyman]]
Instead you will learn that just like that little bit of British Crumpet you hold on your arm, payback is a bitch!

Reminiscent of CM Punk, Paul Heyman holds the microphone out in front of him and drops it onto the canvas. Dropping a pipebomb of his own with some very strong words for Fandango, as always Paul Heyman getting very passionate for what he is speaking about, you just know that he believes in every single word that he says and the pure charisma that he brings you can't help but believe him either. The only question is Fandango believe him? Has the seed of doubt been planted? Or is the the dancing dynamo still as cocky and confident as ever? One thing is for sure, we know CM Punk isn't going to let everything that has happened go lightly, there will be a reaction to everything that Fandango has done and said for the past two weeks but will it all play out just as Paul Heyman says? History shows that Heyman knows what he is speaking about, more often than not when he tells the World something is going to happen it is more than likely going to happen and if that is the case it spells very bad news for Fandango.

XWL Active Match


Breakdown returns from a commercial break and inside the middle of the ring stands Lillian Garcia with a microphone in her possession as she prepares to deliver a statement.

Lillian
Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time to reveal the results of the XWL Active votes!

All eyes focus on the screen as the three options the fans had to choose from appear:  First Blood, Special Guest Referee & No Disqualification. Bars begin to stretch from the text until one ends up growing longer than the other two-the bar next to Special Guest Referee indicating that a whopping 62% of the voters wanted to see a different kind of referee take up the unenviable task of trying to reign in The Wyatt Family long enough for the match to have a proper decision.



If you had any doubts about how much the crowd is behind Adam Cole, then all the proof you need is right here if you listen closely enough to how incredibly loud these people are getting for a man that just a few months prior wasn’t even in the company. A few months prior to this feel good moment, Adam Cole wasn’t even on their radar—just another indy schmuck trying to make a name for himself in this dog-eat-dog profession.

Lillian
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Panama City, Florida—weighing in at 215 pounds—Adam Cole!

Cole throws up his hands at the mention of his name, an action that draws an even louder reception as the fans feed off Cole’s confidence. He looks over his shoulder, perhaps weary of a Wyatt Family surprise attack but the coast is clear for now as he makes his way down the ramp. He quickly enters the ring, not wanting to waste a second and clearly eager to get his hands on the man who has made his time in XWL the worst couple of months of his young and budding career.





The lights are out, but that’s okay because the fans have taken the initiative to illuminate the arena with their cellphones giving off the impression that they someone managed to trap a night sky filled with stars inside of a building. Harper slowly makes his way down to the ramp—neither Bray nor Rowan is by his side. This is a fight he has chosen to take part in on his own.

Lillian
And his opponent—from Snake Bite, Florida—weighing in at 280 pounds—Luke Harper!

Lillian could barely be heard over the boos—coming in as loud and as forcefully as a giant wave. They’re sick of the games Harper and his pals love to play and they would give anything for Cole to  be the hero and rid XWL of  these psychos once and for all. Harper climbs up onto the apron, and steps over the top rope to enter the ring—a simple, yet effective way to remind everyone about the size difference between the two competitors.

Lillian
And now—the special guest referee for the match…

Cole is all smiles as he looks at Harper and says, “I was hoping the fans would pick this match! I’ve got you right where I want you now!” Harper’s expression remains stoic, completely indifferent to Cole’s confidence. As seconds go by, the smile slowly disappears from Cole’s face while Harper cracks the slightest of smirks—barely visible on his face, but enough to get Cole fired up. “What did you do?” He yells. What did you d—



Again the lights shut off in the arena and now Adam Cole isn’t the only one with questions that desperately need answers. However, once the lights are back on to reveal Bray Wyatt standing in the center of the ring, many of the answers are instantly provided and the rest of the questions are simply too frightening to ask. Cole’s eyes open wide in surprise and his mouth is left agape as Bray chuckles wickedly…before calling for the bell!

Cole can’t believe this, once again The Wyatts have found a way to flip things around on him. What’s worse is that this wasn’t done for the sake of granting Luke Harper an easy victory; stacking the odds against a man like this is simple the Wyatt’s sick way of amusing themselves as the world seemingly exists for the sole purpose of churning out victims for them.

Bray then turns and…exits the ring? He started the match, but seemingly has no interest in actually officiating. He walks over to the foot of the ramp where Rowan is shown standing by a rocking chair and that is where Bray takes a seat! Cole is left speechless, but Harper is done waiting around and charges right at him and nearly clobbers him with a clothesline but Cole takes him down to the mat with a drop toe hold!



All rules have been thrown out the window in this match as Bray Wyatt has chosen to take up the role of a spectator when he should be more active in enforcing the rules. But then again, this is the kind of world without rules, a world built on chaos that Bray loves. He hasn’t bothered trying to count these men out; he watched as Harper clobbered Cole with a sledgehammer and watched as Cole used the steel stairs to his advantage.

This match has been complete anarchy as both Harper and Cole are throwing everything at each other as though they don’t just want to win the match, but leave the other man dead in the middle of the ring! Despite getting hit with a devastating powerbomb on the outside of the ring, Cole is in the driver’s seat now as he whips Harper into the corner then charges and hits a forearm to the face!

Harper staggers out of the corner then falls to his knees while Cole climbs to the middle rope—thoughts of nailing Panama Sunrise filling his head. He leaps into the air, drops down onto Harper then hits the flip piledriver! This is it! Cole has done it! He flips Harper over onto his back and now the only thing left to do is actually go  for the pinfall:

One!

Two!

Three!

The match is over! No, the match would be over had Bray gotten off his ass to make the three count. He hasn’t budged an inch and now this match becomes a question of “Does Bray plan for or even want this match to actually end? Is sitting out here all night seriously an option for this deranged individual? Bray chuckles as he rocks back and forth in his chair, looking dead at Cole as he does so. The distraction works as Cole turns around and eats a monstrous big boot courtesy of Harper!

WHAM!!!

Out of the blue Alex Shelley races down the ramp and whacks bray on the back of the head with a steel chair! The force of the strike knocks Bray out of the chair and he collapses to the ground. The crowd is cheering as loudly as they can as Shelley tosses the chair into Rowans hands then ducks as Rowan swings it at him, then when Rowan turns around Shelley superkicks the chair right back into that sheep-mask wearing freak’s face!

A close up on Shelley’s face shows that for some reason he’s bleeding as blood trickles down the right side of his face. Harper begins to exit the ring but is stopped when Cole grabs him from behind, hoists him into the air and plants him into the mat with the Florida Key then bridges for the pin. Shelley pulls off his t-shirt to reveal a referee shirt underneath then races into the ring.

OneTwoThree!

The match is over! With a little help Adam Cole has managed to finally pull a fast one over the Wyatt Family and the fans are loving every single second of this moment. Shelley helps Cole to his feet then raises his arm  into the air while the people applaud.

The celebration is cut short when Bray and Rowan storm the ring  and despite being on cloud nine after their actions, Cole and Shelley do the smart thing and quickly exit the ring, knowing that they only hit one strike in this 12-round duel, though it was a big one and it may instill in them the confidence they need to bring the fight to them equally as hard inside of the imposing Elimination Chamber structure.

Cole and Shelley make their way around the ring then up the ramp never taking their eyes off the ring, where all three members of The Wyatt Family are now on their feet and staring right back. Three members to the two-man crew. The numbers game is still doing Cole no favors and hopefully what he was able to accomplish tonight is enough to convince a third man to join him in this fight against these monsters.

Jeremy Borash
Folks, welcome back to Breakdown, this is your main man JB here—it’s been awhile since you’ve heard that name, hasn’t it? Well I’m back and it is my pleasure to introduce to you one of my good friends who just did a big favor for another friend of his: Alex Shelley! Um, Alex, you appear to still have some blood on your face.

Alex Shelley
Don’t worry, JB, I’m not contagious, at least that what my lawyers tell me to say. As far as the cause of this little blemish on my face? Well that one’s a little obvious, isn’t it? John Cena was so jealous that more women came up to me for autographs after the show last week that he had to go and do something about it, but that’s the price you pay for monogamy.

Jeremy Borash
Oh, well I was certain that The Wyatt Family was responsible for this in some way.

Alex Shelley
Maybe they were the ones who did this to me or maybe there is so much truth behind my Cena theory that he will eventually give himself up and feel so much shame for what he did that he gives up the World Championship then goes lives in a cave somewhere never to bother us with those bright T-shirts ever again.

Jeremy Borash
Are they really that bad?

Alex Shelley
The only thing worse is having to admit that I honestly don’t know who did this to me. There I was, JB, sitting in the back, minding my own business and watching some of the classics—seeing how some of the legends did what they did and how they made it look so easy.

Jeremy Borash
Well you are a student of the game. You brushing up on wrestling history really comes as no surprise to me.



Alex Shelley
This was more than just history, JB, these men were wrestling, they made this business what it is today and I knew that if I was going to be the best damn referee possible I had to study their every move so that I could do justice to the craft.

Jeremy Borash
Wait, you were watching the referees?

Alex Shelley
The way they slide down to the mat, the way they slap the mat, the way they have to scream numbers out at the top of their lungs and get them in the right order is truly a sight to behold and you never really realize how important these guys are to the business until you’re called upon to do their job. These zebra stripes are a badge of honor and they don’t just let anyone wear these bad boys.

Jeremy Borash
Oh, okay, I think I’m starting to get it now. You were supposed to be the original special guest referee but The Wyatts had something to say about it.

Alex Shelley
As soon as Adam and I heard that what option was winning in a landslide, we made a beeline straight for Stephanie’s office and we convinced her that bringing back Brad Maddox wouldn’t be doing anyone any favors and that instead she should let a man with honor and integrity call the match. It took a lot of convicing and Adam may or may not have had to get on his knees and beg, but when it was all said and done we got what we wanted.

Jeremy Borash
Well we know now that things didn’t quite go the way you guys probably planned.



Alex Shelley
That’s the funny thing about The Wyatt Family: you think you have things under control but then you find out that even the times when you get the upper hand over them is just a phase in their master plan and that somehow they always seem to get their way.

Jeremy Borash
So how did we end up with Bray Wyatt as the referee instead of you?

Alex Shelley
Well it’s as I said, I was in the back prepping for my stint as a ref to really show my wide-range of talents when out of nowhere the lights went out. I got hit in the head and the next thing I know I’m awake minutes later in a daze with a bad headache as if I was back in my 20s. When I realized what happened I grabbed the chair I was sitting on and ran out there to at least try to make up for leaving Adam hanging in the first place.

Jeremy Borash
I have to say that you did a pretty good job considering that it was your actions that led to Cole securing the victory. Who knows what would have happened had you not gotten involved? It almost looked as though Bray was more than happy to let those two fight to the death.

Alex Shelley
It’s terrible that this was really just one night in a series of nights where things just went badly for Adam Cole. No matter who you are, three on one is never a fair fight and it’s rarely a fight that you’re going to win…unless you’re Batman and have some prep time. But even the dark knight knows that the victory tonight doesn’t mean much because it doesn’t change the fact that in a little over a week the Elimination Chamber is waiting for us.

Jeremy Borash
I was just getting to that actually. You going out of your way to help Adam Cole take on The Wyatt Family really came as a surprise.



Alex Shelley
Did it? I’d like to think I’m a pretty nice guy. I mean sure I guess I’m a little under the quota of helping old ladies across the street, but it’s not like I go around knocking them over like Fandango. I didn’t know you thought so poorly of me, JB.

Jeremy Borash
Well it’s not that, it’s just that you said at International Incident that you were putting your tag-teaming days behind you only to come around and change your mind.

Alex Shelley
I’m not exactly looking to reform The Motor City Machine Guns and as happy as I am to do Adam a solid, this is for me too. Two Eye for an Eyes ago, I was inside the Elimination Chamber with AJ Styles as part of Generation Next to take on two other teams and we lost—mind you, it was due to some extenuating circumstances that I’d rather not get into, but the point is that my legacy up until right now is that Alex Shelley could not get the job done inside of the Elimination Chamber.

Jeremy Borash
Now you’re looking to change that.

Alex Shelley
And to do it I have to get through The Wyatt Family. The challenge couldn’t get any harder, but I’ve never been one to complain when the times get rough; besides, toppling a foe like The Wyatt Family will only make the victory even sweeter.

Jeremy Borash
Haven’t these constant attacks worn down on you at least a little bit over the weeks? Especially after tonight, are you going to be 100% heading into the match?



Alex Shelley
100% is such a hard thing to measure, you know? I’ve dealt with guys like Kurt Angle and Wade Barrett, so surprise attacks are really nothing new to me. The aches and pains that you wake up with are part of the job, so physically I may not technically be at my healthiest but to be there I’d have to step away from wrestling for years and I can’t deprive these people of Alex Shelley more than I already have.

Jeremy Borash
They would surely riot.

Alex Shelley
Not since Miz’s World Title win will there be such unrest within the XWL Universe. Then again, there was a big stink when Bo Dallas returned too.

Jeremy Borash
Bo hasn’t been seen since you kicked him in the face then left him Dolph’s locker room. Aren’t you worried he’ll come back looking for revenge?

Alex Shelley
It’s pretty hard to flash that smile of his or give those moving, tear-jerking inspirational speeches with a broken jaw. And sure, he could come back at any time to get back at ol’ Alex for making him eat through a straw, but something tells me that by now Bo gets that he isn’t cut out for this.

Jeremy Borash
There’s just something about you that just draws these characters to you. You already mentioned Angle and Barrett, but then there are also guys like AJ Styles and Kenny King who for some reason want nothing more than to hurt you.



Alex Shelley
That’s just the kind of business we’re in where guys constantly need to validate their existence by proving that they’re infinitely more talented than the other guy and to do that they need to take out the wrestlers they’re afraid will outshine them and make them look like amateurs. Now I’m not going to go and call myself the best or anything, but I take pride in the fact that people will sit down and watch my matches and not mistake me for any average Joe or Tyson Kidd.

Jeremy Borash
You’re selling yourself a little short there if you can’t see that you’re in a different tier than a lot of these wrestlers.

Alex Shelley
Humility seems to be a lost art nowadays. I have no problem admitting that CM Punk draws Xs on his wristtape better than I do, or that Cesaro is better at being bald than I am or that Shawn Michaels kills more animals in cold-blood than I ever will. That’s why it’s great to have guys like Eric Young who never forget who they are or where they came from. A man who can put on a classic match one week then sing that song Bo Dallas made famous the next.

Jeremy Borash
Maybe he can help you take on The Wyatts? That would certainly be a formidable team and he has had some experience dealing with them in the past.

Alex Shelley
Great idea, but he has his hands more than full right now, and with that beard of his I’m a little worried I may forget what team he’s on in the heat of the moment. But that’s the great part though, the fact that despite the odds the people are right there behind me, making me believe that this is a match that our team can win. So mentally, I’ll be 110% ready to step inside that chamber and watch those lumberjack-looking bastards fall one by one by one until we’re the only ones left standing.

Jeremy Borash
And when you say “we” right now the team is just composed of you and Adam Cole…unless you guys have found a third man, who’s not Eric Young, to join you and are holding out on the details…



Alex Shelley
Nah it’s nothing like that and this may come as a surprise to you but it’s really not that easy to convince people to sign up for what basically looks like a suicide mission on paper, even after you offer them free food if they survive.

Jeremy Borash
I honestly don’t blame them, The Wyatt Family can be a little scary.

Alex Shelley
Scary? Maybe a little creepy, but they’re definitely not invincible and tonight, if nothing else, we showed that they’re not unbeatable either. At the end of the day the only thing that matters is: Shingeki no Shelley.

Jeremy Borash
What does that mean, exactly?

Alex Shelley
It means that my heart is in this and I’m going to do everything in my power to get Adam Cole the chance to show what a fantastic competitor he is without The Wyatts breathing down his back. People may say that I should have stayed out of it or that I’m biting off more than I can chew, but where’s the fun in playing it safe? Sometimes you have to crank up the difficulty on the game or skip to the main story without playing the tutorial; that’s living on the edge.

Jeremy Borash
Well you seem to have your mind made up, Alex, so I won’t try to talk you out of this, but the least you can do for yourself and your fans is not put yourself in too much danger.



Alex Shelley
That’s a lot easier said than done, especially when you’re dealing with a group of guys who can seemingly attack you no matter where you are. Which reminds me…you know what the worst part about what happened tonight is, JB?

Jeremy Borash
No, what?

Alex Shelley
I forgot to pause the tape I was watching.

Jeremy Borash
Well if you bring back Paparazzi Productions you can make a whole new collection of tapes!

Alex Shelley
Bring back? It was never gone, JB, there’s always something in the works.

Jeremy Borash
I’m looking forward to seeing what secrets you’ve unearthed this time around. It’s always a pleasure talking to you, Alex. Take care.

The Rock def. Brock Lesnar via People's Elbow or something.

Breakdown returns from a commercial break and the viewers are immediately taken backstage to the interview area where Josh Matthews is standing by with a microphone.

(Josh Matthews)
Ladies and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time, "The Phenomenal One" AJ Styles.

The camera pans slightly to the right to see AJ walking onto the interview set flanked by his fellow Bullet Club members Prince Devitt, Karl Anderson, and the Divas Champion Madison Eagles. AJ walks up to Josh seemingly prepared for whatever questions Matthews may have for him.

(Josh Matthews)
AJ let me start off by asking you, how does it feel to be one of the participants in this years Eye For An Eye Elimination Chamber match for the World Heavyweight Championship?

(AJ Styles)
It feels great Josh, it feels like a dream come true, but you see dreams just don't come true by snapping your fingers or wishing upon a star, it takes god given talent and a die hard work your ass off attitude to make dreams come true in this business. I make dreams become reality, that's what I do Josh I break down barriers. Matter of fact, I don't just break down barriers, I shatter them. You want proof, take a look at Eric Young. He was a barrier put in my path to achieving greatness in this company, and I shattered him. At International Incident we went to war, just me, him, and that squared circle, and what happened? I broke him!

(AJ Styles)
I took Eric Young to places he never knew existed. I made him dig deeper then he's ever had to in his life and what happened? He still couldn't finish me off. Eric Young's best is simply not good enough to beat AJ Styles and I proved that at International Incident. I mean look at the guy, he's an emotional train wreck, singing songs with his little butt buddy Matt Striker, I mean how pathetic is that? Eric Young is an emotional wreck because deep down he knows the truth. Deep down he knows that I'm not being ignorant. Deep down he knows that I'm not being cocky, and deep down he knows that AJ Styles is has, is, and always will be better than Eric Young.

(Josh Matthews)
There is alot of AJ Styles fans around the world who would tend to agree with you AJ but there's also quite a few Eric Young fans worldwide who I'm sure would make a case for EY. Anyways since we're talking about him, how do you feel about Eric Young being included into the Elimination Chamber match? Do you consider him a threat seeing as you two have been at each others throats for months now?

(AJ Styles)
Look Josh I know I'm better then Eric Young, but at the end of the day I respect him. Anyone who says Eric Young isn't a top notch wrestler is out of there mind. I respect Eric, I really do, but what Eric needs to get through his thick skull is the fact that the Bullet Club runs this yard now. He needs to get it through his skull that anyone who gets in our way will be destroyed, right now he's put himself in my way which means he's in the Bullet Club's crosshairs and we will not hesitate to pull the trigger and take him out of the game permanently. As for Eric being thrown into the chamber, doesn't mean a damn thing to me. All Eric Young will be to me come Eye For An Eye, is another barrier put in AJ Styles path on the road to greatness. Come Eye For An Eye II will do what I have done my entire career, I will outclass every man in that ring. I will out wrestle every man in that ring. I will out perform every man in that ring, and at the end of the night when all is said and done I will stand tall in the middle of the ring as the new XWL World Heavyweight Champion.

(AJ Styles)
Then you will have all the proof that you've ever needed to support the FACT, that AJ Styles is superior to Eric Young and superior to everyone in that locker room. You see the keyword is "that" locker room, the Bullet Club consider ourselves to be family. You see none of us "think" we're better then the other, we just "know" we're better then all of you!

(Josh Matthews)
Fair enough, I have one final question for you AJ, thoughts on facing the World Heavyweight Champion John Cena tonight?

(AJ Styles)
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Sweet

AJ's face cocks a quick smile with a hint of laughter before walking off the interview set with the Bullet Club right beside him.

AJ Lee vs. Nikki Bella ends in a draw via double countout after both Divas brawled around ringside and could not get back in the ring on time.

Bray Wyatt
Show them the path, clear its way… Watch as they follow..



Bray Wyatt
But what happens when there is a fork in the road? What happens when you turn right, and they all turn left. What happens when Bray Wyatt turns your prey into his family?



Erick Rowan
Run..

Bray Wyatt
For too long have you stained this green earth unchecked.

Erick Rowan
Hide..

Bray Wyatt
I've lived in the shadows my entire life!! I've witnessed as you swept issue after issue into my home, where no one could find them.. No one… But me..

Bray Wyatt
You want to see something… Really scary?



Bray Wyatt
Six.. That's how many wild boars the Spanish Explorer Hernando DeSoto brought over to America… Six. No more. No less. Now there are MILLIONS of these beasts, and over time they have grown in size from eating our plagued garbage… Two hundred pounds, speeds up to 30 miles per hour.. They can jump three feet high and climb out of traps with walls up to six feet high.. And they're still growing..



Bray Wyatt
They have killed thousands of your brothers and sisters and for TOO LONG has it gone unnoticed. I know what you're probably thinking.. It's not my problem… Not yet. These pigs, which were originally in only one state, have now been spotted in 47 states. So sooner than you think, their problem will become your problem… And this problem is just one of many problems that have been hiding in the shadows with me..



Bray Wyatt
Open your eyes…

Erick Rowan
See the world for what it truly is..

Bray Wyatt
Look into the shadows…

Erick Rowan
RUN!!!!!!



Bray Wyatt
We're Here.

Breakdown cuts from ringside to the backstage area. This area, known to some as Eric Young's locker room. Though, there is no sign of Eric Young, nor Matt Striker. Something feels, off. As though an answer to the odd lack of people in the room, an infamous song begins to play.



As the second piano piece begins to play, Eric Young, back to the camera, dressed in only a white button up shirt, boxer briefs, a set of shades and long socks comes sliding into frame right in front of the couch. As the music fully kicks in, he spins around, mouthing the words of the music and strumming an air guitar. He begins to rock and roll with similar moves to what Jack Black would have. His pelvic thrusts and many other pelvic movements are amazing as the crowd eats it up, their cheers being heard even through the arena.

"I like that old time Rock N' Roll!"

As the first line of the chorus sounds Eric turns around, putting his butt towards the camera. He slightly pokes it out, swaying it to the music. As this finishes, he begins to step to the left, of course, with the beat. He strums his guitar and sings along with the heart of an old time rocker. As he does, the camera follows him, revealing his trusty old jukebox. He turns to the camera once more, doing the disco like dance. You know, the one where you point your finger and point into the air. Then, he spins back to his left, and begins to perform the Egyptian dance move. Rocking to the beat as he does. The crowd suddenly grows louder as our world heavyweight champion appears, hopping over the sofa that stands behind Eric. John Cena suddenly join in with the Egyptian dance, not missing a beat as he follows Eric, dancing in unison. And, as the dance calls for, Eric and John both spin around, preparing to go the other way. Eric yelps, having been unaware someone was behind him as he rushes over to turn the music off. John laughs at him as Young fiddles with the jukebox and then flops on the couch, propping up his elbow, attempting to look cool.

[Eric Young]
So um.... How long were you-

Eric suddenly realized his lack of pants and stands. He sighs heavily then walks out of frame. Cena continues to giggle as Young can be heard, rambling around off camera. Moments pass and Young walks back into frame, pants on and shades off.

[Eric Young]
Nobody was suppose to see that.

John cocks an eyebrow over at the camera that was obviously placed up to show everyone in the crowd what was going on. He turns back to Eric, eyebrow still cocked while Eric, apparently still oblivious to what just happened, offers him a seat.

[Eric Young]
Well, why don't you sit down since you've joined the party?

Cena looks at the couch, which looks just like a couch would in the middle of a party, out of place, the coushin's laying on the ground beside it, and all kinds of unidentified stains covering the seats. Just the thought of sitting on it sends shivers down his spine, but he can't very well tell his gracious host that he doesn't want to sit on his couch because it's too dirty for him, can he?

John Cena
I uh...

Cena raises his arm and reaches behind his head, rubbing the lower area of his neck. He tries to hide how awkward he's feeling right now, but surely, even Eric Young can tell that Cena clearly doesn't want to sit down on that couch.

John Cena
I'm good.

[Eric Young]
Suit yourself.

Young plops down on the couch, not letting Cena's standing bother him.

[Eric Young]
What brings you to my neck of the woods John? I uh, actually, now that I'm thinking about it. I wanted to apologize about last week.

What a stand up guy. Not even his fault but he wants to take responsibility for it. Surely Cena can't still be upset over it, can he? Well it looks like we're about to find out as Cena reluctantly walks toward the couch, slowly, and I mean slowly. You'd think he was walking to his execution or something form the fuss he's making out of it, but eventually, he plucks up the courage and he sits down next to Eric.

John Cena
I should be the one apologising. I let my emotions get out of control last week. All I wanted to do was get my hands on that greaseball, Styles, and I didn't care who got in my way. I shouldn't have put my hands on you, you have just as much, if not more reason to go after AJ, and I should have seen that, so I'm sorry.

Before Eric can repy, Cena starts to move, adjusting his position on the couch, he's clearly not comfortable, there must be a reason. Almost instinctively, Cena reaches behind him, underneath the coushin, and pulls out what looks to be a bright purple Nintendo 3Ds. His eyes widen with fear, more fear than he felt when he sat down on this disgusting couch.

John Cena
Eric... Who else have you got in here?

Eric looks around, scratching his head.

[Eric Young]
I uh.... I don't think I have anyone in here but on the brightside, I have a cool new DS.

Young snatches the DS, opening it up and seeing a bunch of colors that he can't understand. He slowly closes it and pockets the handheld for the time being, turning back to John.

[Eric Young]
It's fine man. I get it. AJ is a backstabbing jerk. Honestly, more people should be going after him than myself so, don't sweat it. I'm just sorry I didn't get the chance to do it last week. Who knows, maybe I'll get another chance before the chamber.

Cena smirks and tries not to laugh as Eric calls AJ a backstabbiing jerk, becuase that is exactly what he is, in more ways than one.

John Cena
Backstabbing is putting it nicely, Eric. The guy is nothing but scum. I know you aren't particularly fond of her, and I don't blame you after the way she's treated you, but Stephanie put all of her trust, all of her belief behind that man, and how does he repay her? He tells her where to go and joins a cult whose members all seem to be suffering from tourette's syndrome.

Eric nods in approval as Cena berates his rival.

John Cena
Luckily for you, tonight, I get my hands on AJ Styles in a sanctioned match. There'll be nowhere left for him to run, nowhere left for him to hide. He's going to have to face the music for what he did last week, and I promise you Eric, it isn't going to be pretty.

Eric giggles for a moment and turns to John.

[Eric Young]
Tourettes.

Him and Cena share a quick smile before Eric continues.

[Eric Young]
But yeah, AJ will have his time. I'll get another shot at him but tonight, I need to focus on Shawn for the most part. He kicked me in the face last week and I need to pay him back.

Cena takes a deep breath, as if what he's about to say is going to be difficult for him.

John Cena
You know Eric, I'd be the first man to call Shawn out for what he is... But last week, it wasn't intentional... And as much as that kick stings, and believe me, I know it stings... Just don't do anything you'll regret, that's all I'm gonna say.

[Eric Young]
I'll try man. I respect Shawn but I plan to go out there and, mess him up. That's what I always plan to do is to go out there and win. I mean, that's why you have that title, right? Sorry about trying to take that thing by the way. Kind of the main reason I'm here.

John Cena
Don't worry about it, I know that everyone wants the championship, I was in their shoes before, remember?

Eric looks like he's trying hard to remember.

John Cena
Look man, I'm glad we got to talk, but I've gotta get ready for my match, and you do too. I'll catch you later, alright?

Cena gets up and leaves the room.