XWL Anarchy: 9/5/2016 - 9/12/2016

As we return from a brief commercial break, we are meet with the sound of a cheering audience. Suddenly, the lights in the arena shut off.



The cheering of the audience intensifies until they learn why the lights have just turned off.





The arena erupts into boos as the last man on the XWL roster that they were hoping to see tonight is about to make his arrival.



As the Miz enters onto the stage, he is showered with even more booing from the audience. Our ring announcer begins to announce the next match.

[Lilian Garcia]
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California... weighing 232 pounds... THE MIZ!"




The Miz makes his way down the ramp looking into the booing audience. Miz begins to clap, loving the audience's "admiration".



On the steel stairs now, The Miz points to the less fortunate fans sitting in the nose-bleed section of the arena.

He enter the ring. Instead of preparing for his upcoming match, The Miz snatches the microphone out of the hands of Lilian Garcia. He begins to speak.

✮THE MIZ✮
"...and my opponent.. Cedric Alexander!!"

The Miz points to the entrance area. After a few moments, The Miz begins to whisper something into the referee's ear. The referee begins to disagree with what ever The Miz has just said to him. The Miz gets into the referee's face.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Do you know who I am? I AM THE MIZ, DAMN IT! I have friends in very high places in this company and I can and will have you fired with the snap of a finger... So you will do what I tell you."

The referee pleads with The Miz, saying without a microphone, "This isn't fair!"

✮THE MIZ✮
"DO IT!"

This time, the referee seems to oblige. The Miz points to Lilian. He tells her to "stay". The referee calls for the bell, signalling a match has just begun.


Normal Match




The referee begins to count out Cedric Alexander.


1...


2...


3...


4...


The audience boos as The Miz stands in the corner with the most smug facial expression ever.




5...


✮THE MIZ✮
"Hurry it up..."

The referee begins to speed up his count, realizing Cedric isn't coming.


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9...


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✮THE MIZ✮
"10..."

The bell sounds. The referee raises Miz's hand before leaving the ring in disgust. Lilian can be seen trying to exit the ring as well before..

✮THE MIZ✮
"No.. no.. no.. Lilian. Get back in here."

Lilian hesitantly re-enters the ring.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Now... we're going to do this right. The winner of this match..."

He holds the microphone to Lilian's mouth. After a moment, she says nothing. The Miz then motions with his hand, motioning for her to continue what he was saying.

[Lilian Garcia]
"La... Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by way of forfeit... The Miz."

✮THE MIZ✮
"No. No. No. You sounded flat, Lilian. I'm looking for something with more... emotion, more... intensity! I need more passion Lilian... Ready? and... ACTION!"

Lilian lets out a sigh as the audience boos The Miz.

[Lilian Garcia]
"Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner by way of forfeit... THE MIIIIZ!!!"

✮THE MIZ✮
"Impressive! You may actually have a future here."

Lilian begins to smile as the audience cheers for her.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Now get the hell out of my ring..."

The audience is back to booing as Lilian exits the ring with her head down. We zoom in to see The Miz with a very serious expression, which is quickly turned into a smile as he begins to talk.



✮THE MIZ✮
"Ladies and gentlemen, you have all just witnessed history... You have all just witness me, The Miz, compete against and conquer the mighty Cedric Alexander to win my returning match in XWL!"

The audience's booing continues.

✮THE MIZ✮
"...but yet as an entertainer, I feel unsatisfied. There's got to be something I can... AH HA!! I've got it. I know what you people want.. You people want the biggest return in the history of XWL! A return so great, that you will be telling your grandchildren about it in the future! You people want to see MIZ!! T!! V!!"

The booing turns into "No!" chants, which is ignored by The Miz.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Stage hands, you know what to do."

For a moment, The Miz stands in the middle of the ring, looking around ringside. Becoming frustrated with the lack of movement around ringside, he looks up at the ceiling before letting out a huge sigh.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Ring crew, do your damn job!"

Suddenly, men wearing all black clothing pull a large rolled carpet from under the ring. Meanwhile, The Miz continues to berate them for not following his original orders.

✮THE MIZ✮
"I am the star! You are a bunch of flunkies making minimum wage! When I speak, you listen! When I say, you do!"

The Miz continues to speak as the ring crew continues to set up MizTV around him.



✮THE MIZ✮
"...completely unsatisfied.. Just as I predicted you would all be unsatisfied with Emergence. I mean honestly, I single-handedly saved that entire show by simply showing my face. I call this thing the "money maker" for a reason. Go do your research. You'll find that the buy-rates for that show skyrocketed once Twitter blew up about me. I was trending worldwide for 2 solid hours afterward. You want to know who wasn't? Certainly none of the superstars... no... athletes on that show. I say athletes, because that is what they are and all they ever will be. The only REAL superstar in the business is the man that is standing in this ring."

The Miz looks around, noticing all the crew members also in the ring.



✮THE MIZ✮
"I mean, just look at Cedric Alexander. The kid had an opportunity of a lifetime to go one-on-one with the greatest.. and only superstar in XWL, and former World Champion. He had the chance to go one-on-one with The Miz.. and he chose to pass that opportunity up because he has a sore arm. Really?"

The audience mocks The Miz by copying him, shouting back "Really?"

✮THE MIZ✮
"You're going to mock me? Really?"

Audience: "Really?"

✮THE MIZ✮
"REALLY?! You're in the presence of greatness and you're going to try and make a fool of me? Really?!"

Audience: "Really?"

✮THE MIZ✮
"No! This ends now! You do not get to mock a winner when you people are a bunch of losers! I mean honestly, what the hell has Brooklyn won lately?"

As the audience begins to boo, the ring crew have finished setting up MizTV. The Miz nonchalantly sits down. He sits in a director-style chair and continues to speak.

✮THE MIZ✮
"That's right, absolutely nothing. So sit down and shut your..."

The Miz pauses. He tries to readjust himself in in his chair. After a few moments of silence, he begins to shake his head.



✮THE MIZ✮
"This isn't.. my.. CHAIR!"

The Miz springs out of his chair. His face becomes red in anger.

✮THE MIZ✮
"I ask for my chair.. MY CHAIR to be shipped from Hollywood to dumb old Brooklyn and this is what happens?! That was my chair! It had my name on the back in gold! In gold! This is not my chair! Who's responsible for this?!"

At ringside we see the ring crew looking at one another. After no one confesses, they all give Miz a collective shrug.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Oh.. so that's going to be, huh? Alright then, like I shipped my chair from Hollywood, you all can ship yourselves back to where ever the hell you came from. You're all fired! Fired! Fired!!"

Once again, we see the ring crew. The look at each other, not convinced The Miz has the authority to fire them. The Miz points toward the entrance area.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Leave! Now!"

The ring crew reluctantly leave the arena. Meanwhile, The Miz begins performing a short breathing exercise to calm himself down. He begins to smile again as the audience boos. Suddenly, we zoom out to a wide shot of the ring.



We zoom back on The Miz as is appears MizTV has begun.






✮THE MIZ✮
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the most must-see XWL talk show in history! Welcome to... MizTV! Brooklyn, this is the moment you've all been waiting for and beyond a shadow of a doubt the most entertaining thing you will see tonight. Hell.. the most entertaining thing you will see all year!"

"You suck!" chants begin to fill the Barclays Center.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Aw.. that's real cute of you. Famous actor, Charles Dance, once said “A lion doesn't concern itself with the opinion of sheep.” ..and that is exactly what I am. A lion... a star. You people are sheep... the peasants of society. I demand respect and you will show me it."



✮THE MIZ✮
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, tonight's edition of MizTV is special. Tonight, I am going to do something that I have never done before. We are going to have ourselves a bit of an intervention for a particular XWL superst... athlete. I feel this athlete needs my help. I see potential in this athlete, but he needs direction! He needs... The Miz! He goes by the King of Strong Style..."

A premeditated graphic appears on the large screen above the stage.



The Miz points to the entrance area once more.



✮THE MIZ✮
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... SHINSUKE NAKAMURA!"




The lights dim with a strange sound toppling over the speakers. A profound violin strum plays softly and energetically all at once. A serrated green frequency bar goes along with this intro fluttering at every chance.



After the song builds, red dots flash long enough to distort your vision for a few seconds.









The dots fade away and only a couple letter’s are shown “S H I N” Everyone in attendance start a frenzy It continues. SUKE NAKAMURA in red bold letters. The mini-tron and arena lights illuminating the jacket of Nakamura as he walks casually onto the middle of the stage. “NAKAMURA” “NAKAMURA” the crowd bellows out whilst hovering over the barricade..  




Twisting his hands over one another, swaying around with his head tilting side to side. The slow motion sensor picking up his movements slightly. Touching his chest with the back of his palm, the other hand raised in the air swung to the sky. The sensor stops and the urge to shake himself around starts to take control. He’s got a pep in his step, whimsically down the ramp. Striking a pose, flashing his mouthpiece smirking because he can. Shaking his hands to the beat, losing himself in the moment. Both hands over the top of one another, sending signals to every single person in the arena.



The curve in the theme allows him to almost have a seizure in his rock out moment. Clashing with dizziness, pulls himself together still acting wild. In a crazy fashion going up the apron and walking cleanly along the outer skirts. Bouncing with his shoulders and his eyes widened. Under the 2nd rope he goes and greets the middle of the ring. Covering his mouth with his hand, The sound of the music suddenly meets a drop, along with Nakamura as he bursts to the side of the rope.



Holding onto it with the mightiest grip of all time. Throwing his right arm carelessly into the wind. Stretching backwards to meet his head to the 2nd rope. Launching his right arm down to the mat as he bends his knees completely until he’s touching the mat. The pose causes hundreds of cameras to flash and leaves tingling sensations through everyone’s heart.




✮THE MIZ✮
"This is exactly what I mean. This... this doesn't interest me... doesn't excite me. What you're doing is the work of an extra... a stuntman, not a star."

Now becoming aware of The Miz locking eye contact with him as he rises from the position. Nakamura casually walks around the ring and stands near a stool with a microphone of it. Snatching the microphone off the stool and placing it in his hand. He pats the stool and takes a seat lazily with bad posture. Twirling the mic in his hand, The Miz turns himself to meet Shinsuke who is still slouching down even further than before.


Hi, I’m Shinsuke, and.. You are?

All while saying this, he's staring right at the sign that says MizTV. Shinsuke goes to offer his hand and you can see that Miz is boiling underneath his skin. Shinsuke retracts his hand and sits with his one foot down on the mat and the other crossed over the knee. Getting even more comfortable, he scooches up higher on the stool.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Really? You don't..."

Miz goes to talk again and Shinsuke cuts him off by pure “coincidence”.


I - love what youh did with the place, It's fit for uh KINGGGG. You really, shouldn't have, I mean.. REALLY REALLY REALLY shouldn't have you're too kind.

Shaking his leg up and down on the stool, making large creaking sounds unable to stay still. Waving at Miz slowly who is trying to study the mind of Nakamura at this current moment in time.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Yeah... that means a lot coming from... you."

The Miz says sarcastically.



✮THE MIZ✮
"It would have been perfect if I had my damn chair, but we'll save that for another time. Right now, it is time for MizTV. It is time for Shinsuke Nakamura to be hit with a bit of reality. After all, MizTV is the most hard hitting, fact dropping, tear jerking talk show in the history of television."

The audience begins to boo.

✮THE MIZ✮
"...I'll wait."

The Miz does just that.



After a few moments, the audience begins to settle. Noticing, The Miz begins to speak once more.



✮THE MIZ✮
"Shinsuke, the burning question on everyone's mind is.. what happened? We want to know what happened at Emergence."

Shinsuke rolls his eyes as he raises the microphone to his mouth. As he is about to speak, The Miz cuts him off now almost as a bit of payback for being cut off earlier.

✮THE MIZ✮
"Rhetorical question! You lost, Shinsuke. Do you want to know why you lost? You lost due to your lack of guidance... lack of direction. I mean we all watched Emergence. You had the opportunity to make a statement for the world to see... and you blew it."

The Miz looks toward the audience.



✮THE MIZ✮
"I think we all know that if it were The Miz in that match, I would have dominated and defeated Matt Sydal and Eric Young.. and that, Shinsuke, that is why you need me."

The Miz directs his focus back to Shinsuke.

✮THE MIZ✮
"You're like the movie Titanic. You've hit an obstacle and you're starting to sink into the depths of obscurity... but it doesn't have to be that way. I can give your movie an alternate ending. I can raise you up from those depths and I can make you into a true star.. maybe even a superstar like myself."

Nakamura picks off a piece of lint from his jacket and looks at Miz intensely.


Hey, don't spoil that movie.. I was going to eventually watch tha'.

Shinsuke after twirling his hair and frowning for a couple seconds gets up from the stool and stands in the middle of the ring.




You, don't mind.. if I uh, stand up yes? Much more easier to talk down to you, little man. Movie Star, you say.. I say.. Shinsuke is Starrr of his own movie. Thanks, buh no thanks. Marine, no good. You don't impress much. It uh peers, you don't possess enoughh swag in yuhr wardrobe.


Shinsuke looks right at the camera and freezes up with a sly smirk. The crowd loses it, Shinsuke dissing Miz with only fewer words.




Miz is becoming increasingly irritated.



✮THE MIZ✮
"What do you mean I don't possess swag?! I have more swag than anyone in the building! I certainly have more swag than you and whatever the hell you're wearing. I mean, your jacket is hideous. It looks like one of my wife's cheap handbags. He looks toward the camera. No offense, Maryse. Back to Shinsuke now. Just look at what I'm wearing. This is a custom made wardrobe personally hand-crafted by fashion legend, John Varvatos. Is that enough swag for..."

The Miz is interrupted.


Cut. I need to feel more passion, from youh.


✮THE MIZ✮
"C... Cut? What do you mean "cut"? This isn't a movie set and you're no direct..."


The Miz is interrupted again.


CUT, Take two. You're so so close, I can feel eht. Try, again.




✮THE MIZ✮
"What do you mean "Take 2"? There are no takes here, this is MizTV damn it! You know what... no. No. You're not going to do this to me. I am not going to be made a fool of on my show or any other show. You will treat me with respect, Shinzookie or whatever the hell your name is. I am a star and you should feel honored to have someone like me take interest in you. Face it, you... are..."


Shinsuke interjects with his mouth wide open and the microphone lowered to meet his face when he leans down to The Miz.


AWWWWEEESOMEEEEEEEE.


Nakamura walks past Miz and struts to the other side of the ring. Looking at his jacket, inspecting any flaws and he flaps it over holding it tightly with a smile. The crowd starts a chant to get back at Miz for trying to insult Shinsuke.


"SHINSUKE'S AWESOME"
"YOU'RE NOT AWESOME"



The Miz is furious now as the audience cheers Shinsuke Nakamura.



After a few moments, Miz removes his Prada sunglasses an quickly raise his hand into the air.





✮THE MIZ✮
"When my hand goes up, your mouth goes shut!"


As the audience boos, The Miz directs his attention back to Shinsuke. His face is red with anger as he begins to speak.



✮THE MIZ✮
"You think you're a comedian, huh? You think you're real funny! I invited you onto MY show to maybe, just maybe, have a little bit of my popularity rub off on you. I invited you here to offer my services to help you... to direct you into universal stardom.. and this is how you repay me? Well you know what, Shinsuke... I'm starting to think you don't deserve someone like me. Maybe,... some people are just meant to be pathetic,... unimportant,... losers."


Nakamura raises his finger.


One nuh second puhlease.


Nakamura drops the mic in the chair of The Miz he was just sitting in. Extending out the tip of his boot, he tilts it over and it falls on it's side. Miz burning a hole into the side of Nakamura's head with his eyes.




Nakamura pulls out from his jacket, a customized mic that has his initials on the cord. Attaching it to the outside of his jacket, he's officially mic'd up.


Okeh, you can continue.

Doing this to make Miz seem unimportant with having to use the company's microphone that is given to him by default. Nakamura folds his hands together and leaps up to the top of the turnbuckle. Taking a seat above Miz, he squints his eyes itching for a reaction.



✮THE MIZ✮
"What the... Wh.. Where did you get that?! No! This is my show! You don't get to bring your own microphone. Who let you have that?! Here.."

The Miz extends his hand toward Nakamura.

✮THE MIZ✮
"..give it to me... Now!"

Sitting on the top turnbuckle, Nakamura has a height advantage over The Miz. Nakamura holds the bottom of his personal microphone between his middle finger and thumb. He dangles the microphone over The Miz's head, raising it higher each time Miz takes a swipe at it.



The Miz has had enough.



✮THE MIZ✮
"Get down from there... RIGHT... NOW!"

Shinsuke checks his imaginary watch and lets Miz keep fuming. A few seconds later, He takes the microphone in the palm of his right hand and folds it up with a sigh. Shinsuke puts his hands up.


Don't shoot, All rye, All rye.. I'm comin' down, see?

Nakamura switches the direction he's going down, and leaps onto the apron. Scaling across it, he reaches inside the 2nd ropes. Walking behind him secretly. This has Miz staring at the turnbuckle confused with himself, not knowing where he went. Nakamura taking the other mic he had before off the ground. Crossing it over with the other mic in his hand.



Nakamura turns and looks right at Miz, a pose for his adoring fans and the crowd goes off again.


What's a'matter, can't compete.. with STRONGGG STYLEEEEE!!!!!!?

"HE'S TOO STRONG, HE'S TOO STRONG!"
MIC POWER LEVEL OVER 9000! x2

With Shinsuke's acoustics echoing slightly, This alerts Miz who has a moment of clarity with himself with his back turned to Swagsuke.

✮THE MIZ✮
"You know what..."

The Miz turns to face Shinsuke.



✮THE MIZ✮
"This show... is... OVER!!"

The Miz drops his microphone and diverts his eye contact with Shinsuke, now looking passed Shinsuke. He looks as if he is going to walk right into Shinsuke, but only bumps shoulders as he passes the King of Strong Style. This doesn't affect Shinsuke, as he stands perfectly still. A smirk remains on Shinsuke's face as Miz storms passed him.


Suddenly, arms hook under Shinsuke's, while at the same time clasping their hands behind Shinsuke's head. Shinsuke's leg is kicked out from underneath him, as a force sends him crashing face first into the mat.


Now, we see The Miz standing over a fallen Shinsuke Nakamura after delivering a cheap Skull Crushing Finale. The Miz begins yelling at Shinsuke, just loud enough for the cameras to pick up what he's saying.


✮THE MIZ✮
"You did this! This is all your fault! I could have helped you! Saved you!"

The audience boos loudly as they've just witnessed one of their favorite stars be attacked from behind.

✮THE MIZ✮
"You ruined my show! No one makes a fool out of me! Do you hear me?! No one!"

Something begins to catch The Miz's eye. He notices a personalized microphone laying next to Shinsuke. While Shinsuke clutches his head in pain, the Miz kneels down to grab the personalized microphone. He rises back to a standing position. He holds the microphone in his hand and begins to study Shinsuke Nakamura's initials on the microphone.


With Shinsuke's personal microphone in hand, The Miz exits the ring for real this time. No theme song plays as the audience continues to boo. The Miz slowly walks toward the entrance stage. For a moment, he looks back at a now kneeling Shinsuke Nakamura. As Shinsuke holds his face, the men lock eyes. The Miz raise Shinsuke's personal microphone and wiggles it back and forth as if almost to say, "Look what I've got." The Miz turns his back to Shinsuke and proceeds to exit the arena.

[Renee Young]
Ladies and gentleman, despite what happened at Emergence, I've been tasked with getting a word with Daniel Bryan about some of the comments he had. Let's see what he has to say for himself...

Renee knocks on the door of Daniel Bryan's locker room and we hear "Come in". Renee opens the door and sees Daniel Bryan watching the TV, something that any Daniel Bryan fan knows is a rare sight. The interesting thing is what he is watching which appears to be the promo that Edge gave earlier in the ring tonight....

[Renee Young]
Hi Daniel, I have a few questions for you.

Bryan looks at Renee and puts his hand up in a way that is telling her to wait and then looks back at the TV. We can see that he is at the part of Edge's promo where he says "I am sick and tired of waiting for an opportunity to arise, and I'm sick and tired of being a misused talent." Bryan pauses the TV at that point and gets up and snatches the microphone that Renee is holding...

[Daniel Bryan]
No Renee, I have a question for you. Did you see that? Did you see what Edge had to say?

[Renee Young]
I did. I don't see what that has to do with you though.

[Daniel Bryan]
Oh you don't? Let me enlighten you Renee. That man thinks he is being misused? He thinks he hasn't had any opportunities? Well he needs to get in line!

[Renee Young]
Ok Daniel, I see this isn't going anywhere. I'm just going to leave now.

[Daniel Bryan]
NO! You are going to stand right there and listen to what I have to say. This company makes a lot of mistakes. A LOT. For example, letting one of their on air reporters get involved in multiple romantic relationships with wrestlers who then proceed to dump said reporter on world-wide television, and they still let her have a job interviewing talent.

[Renee Young]
Listen here Dani...

[Daniel Bryan]
No you listen Renee. Stand there and do what you do best. Look pretty.

Renee looks shocked that Daniel would be so mean but does as he says and stands there and lets him talk

[Daniel Bryan]
The one mistake this company hasn't made though is not promoting that useless piece of crap Edge. He calls himself one of the best damn wrestlers in the industry? I AM THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER IN THE INDUSTRY! Every time I go to that ring, I prove that. Edge is pathetic. I'm the one XWL should be promoting. I'm the one who should be getting an Elite title shot. An Intercontinental title shot. A WORLD TITLE SHOT! Yet Edge thinks he's misused?

Daniel Bryan turns away from Renee and stares straight into the camera, as if he was talking to Edge himself....

[Daniel Bryan]
This is a promise. If Edge ever steps foot into the same ring as me, I will break his damn arm!

Bryan looks back at Renee and shove the microphone back to her...

[Daniel Bryan]
Now get out of my locker room.

Renee doesn't have to be asked twice and leaves Daniel in his locker room. He turns back to the TV, unpauses it and continues watching the Edge promo that infuriated him so much as Anarchy fades into the next segment...

We head backstage to the trainer’s room, Cedric Alexander is being examined following the brutal attack led on by Marty Scurll at Emergence. Alexander having iced his arm, he puts the bag of ice next to him on the table he’s sitting on.

Doctor Richards
We’ve given our recent discovery from the footage, and it looks like Cedric if he’s able to stay light for the next 2 to 3 weeks No heavy lifting, nothing that strains the muscles of the arm. He should be healed up in time, you can never tell with these type of injuries. It all depends on how the healing process is handled. Good news is, the way the Umbrella shattered, you could have had a ruptured bicipital aponeurosis. At the angle, it could have been way worse. This Marty guy really doesn’t like you, does he.

Dr.Richards laughs and Cedric looks around the room still unhappy he wasn’t able to make his roster debut due to the pain inflicted.

Cedric nods and puts his fingers on the spot the doctor is pointing to while describing the area that is showing minor bruising

Cedric Alexander
So, you’re telling me, it’s not as bad as anticipated? It felt like he broke my arm in half. The only thing left to do is get myself back into conditioning once I’m able to. Then, Marty Scurll.. This so called villain that roams XWL's highlands. You’ll get what’s coming to you, after what you did.. There is no way.. No WAY I’m going to let that slip my mind. You tried to put me out, you tried to most importantly spoil my debut? No, actually you did and for that I'm going to make you wish you never showed your face in XWL.

Turning that anger into motivation, Cedric also turns his good arm into a fist.

Cedric Alexander
I trained super hard to get to Emergence, to get to show the world finally what Cedric Alexander is all about. You took that from me, you took that from the fans. This time, I'm going to take every measure possible, train harder, smarter, better. That means, the next time I'm in the ring.. I'm going to be ready to give you the beating of your life. Now, that I'm going to be laid up for the next 2 weeks, or taking it easy as you doctors like to say. That also means that Marty took away the opportunity to have my second match. I'm not allowed to compete, and do what I do best, it could have been worse but it's still a huge bitter.. pill to swallow.

The doctor picks up the ice instantly and hands it over to Cedric who applies the cold compress to the area to decrease the soreness. Wincing in pain, Cedric takes a deep breath and the camera crew exits the physician’s area.

Normal Match




R-Truth had the former World Heavyweight Champion down - he had the match won as he dropped down and made the cover.

ONE! - TWO!! - KICK-OUT!!!

R-Truth jaw almost hit the ground - he thought for a moment that he had it, that the match was his as he pushed himself up. He looked angry and he had every single right to be as he got in the referees face - pointing a finger right in his face and telling him that was a THREE count and that he made a mistake - the referee disagrees and R-Truth turns around - looking right at a charging Roman Reigns - walking right into a -----

SUPERMAN PUNCH!!!

R-Truth hits the mat - but he rolls out of the ring - landing on his hands and knees as his jaw was killing him. Roman Reigns feel to one knee - trying to catch himself as he was worn out - that was a last ditch effort on his part and R-Truth was smart enough to roll out of the ring to keep away from him. R-Truth gets up - stumbling forward to the announcers desk - as Roman Reigns has recovered - rolling out of the ring and chasing after him - catching him - grabbing his back and spinning him around - C R A C K!!!! The Briefcase smashes over Roman Reigns head as he falls backwards - hitting the ground hard. The bell rings - and rings - and rings as R-Truth would raise that Briefcase high into the air once again and he brings it right down upon Roman Reigns. The crowd where booing - the referee was now out the ring checking on Roman Reigns - not at all pleased that this match ended in a DQ. Roman Reigns was out cold as R-Truth stood over him - his briefcase raised high in the air and a grin on his face.

With a commercial coming to an end, we return to our broadcast of Anarchy where immediately, the lights completely shut off, sending the already excited crowd, into an absolute FRENZY. Because they know something is about to happen, they don't know what, but something....is happening. The LED ring apron, the ramp way, the titaantron, every single source of light from The Anarchy set are off. All you see through the pitch black arena are phone's flashing, and flashlight features being utilized to slightly stop their blindness.


[Mauro Ranallo]
Welcome back to Anarchy, and no we did not forget to pay the electricity bill, and I seriously doubt we're having technical difficulties..


[Corey Graves]
We don't know what's happening, we're as in the dark as all of you, obviously...but Brooklyn is absolutely excited for whatever has caused this.


[Mauro Ranallo]
It has been an INCREDIBLE night, social media is a buzz with Layla's first Anarchy as General Manager, we've seen the talent as she said be the forefront, and the show's not even over yet, we've still got so much more...and....


[Corey Graves]
AND our Main-Event when the Hell in a Cell hanging above the ring, that you can't really see right now...will be lowered for the first time in XWL's weekly programming history, when Leo Kruger invokes his rematch clause the newly re-crowned Intercontinental Champion Bray Wyatt!


[Mauro Ranallo]
History will be made, and the question remains....WHO will survive Hell itself, and walk out as Intercontinental Champion?


The longer we remain blinded, the more excited we get. The suspense is killing us...but after what felt like forever, the blackened display over the stage....changes.







With the word "EVERYTHING" appearing...our confusion continues...five seconds later it fades and a new word takes it's place.






Yet again we find ourselves perplexed by the next two words "I TOUCH" that appear. A few more seconds later, they too disappear, and new words take their place.






Puzzled by these words that are meant to be important we just don't know how, or what they lead to....the fans, and us the viewers at home are wondering what the purpose of this is as "TURNS TO" is the next set of word before us. This time when the words vanish, we return back to the pitch black view we began with. Nothing replaces the words, no sound other than noises from the enticed audience can be heard, that is....until....a slight echo'd "EVERYTHING....EVERYTHING....EVERYTHING!" as if it were a clip from a song we've not heard. "I TOUCH....I TOUCH....I TOUCH!"  this unfamiliar song clip continues, it feels like it belongs together, but again what does this mean? "TURNS TO....TURNS TO.....TURNS TO!"








As the literally GOLD "Gold" appears on the tron, illuminating the pitch black surroundings, some of the excitement turns to boos, as a gear turns in our heads, when the next sound bite from this song "GOLD...GOLD....GOLD!!" fills our ears. And what looks like literal specs of pure gold begins to rain down at the top of the stage.




[Mauro Ranallo]
TALK ABOUT MAKING AN ENTRACE!


[Corey Graves]
AN ENTRANCE BEFITTING THE GOLDEN ONE HIMSELF!







A panhandler's dream is our nightmare, because we know who this is for, we wish it wasn't, we wish this was someone else, someone new, someone looking to make a huge impression with their introduction to XWL....but it's not,  it's not ANYONE else in the world it's the man that can't go a minute without uttering the word "gold" as of late....we don't have confirmation, we just know....we just, know. With falling gold hitting the stage, showing no signs of stopping, like a nonstop downpour, that come to think of it would have been really fitting to have had at the actual event "Downpour..." a song begins to play, connecting the sound bites that echo'd earlier.









And that's ALL we needed to see, the moment Matt Sydal's mug appears on the tron, revealing this to apparently be his new entrance, another reason to hate him, another obnoxious trait added to his already endless others...the boos, the boos man, the boos come in drones, the boos are loud, the boos are laced with hatred, the boos....do their best to drown out this new incredibly BEYOND obnoxious song of his, but ultimately fail, and we continue to hear the same words sung, over....and over....until a figure appears behind it, raising his single hand into the air, snapping once, and the downfall that showed no sign of ending, does. The man, whom we presume to be Matt Sydal, steps forward, barely visible due to the lights still being out aside from the titantron's video, but then he places his hands on the ramp, and it illuminates revealing an LED pathway that is you guessed it, GOLD.



[Mauro Ranallo]
What a drastic change in Matt Sydal's usual entrance, he's really embracing this "Golden Ticket" tagline he's given himself in the last few months.


[Corey Graves]
As we all should, he's the golden ticket to this great company's future, and we should be grateful to have a man like him promise us such a future.


He rises back up, then pops the collar of his jacket, where the word "Admit" lights up on the left side of his coat, and "One" on the right. We clearly see where this is going, as he spins around, to reveal "Golden Ticket" on the back, clearly going FAR too overboard with this ridiculously long entrance that the fans are SO ready to be over with. BUT HE'S STILL ON THE RAMP, IT'S BEEN LIKE THREE MINUTES, BUT IT FEELS LIKE THREE HUNDRED YEARS! Okay maybe not that long, but still how freaking long does he have to make this entrance, does he not realize the show isn't only featuring him?



An of course "gold" spotlight encapsulates him as his posing comes to an end, and he begins to descend down the ramp, the spotlight following him with every step, still every other light on the tron, and in the arena turned off, the only lights are the LED lit ramp, and the bold gold spotlight that makes the gold wardrobe of choice he's rocking look somehow even more golden. He reaches the end of the ramp, then looks around him, smirking at the booing fans, amused by their hatred, but he knows what he's doing. The only purpose this sort of entrance accomplishes is being a complete asshole for the sake of being an asshole. Matt then rushes forward, the spotlight cutting off as he leaps under the bottom rope, temporarily blinding us for a second, until it reappears in the center of the ring where he now stands basking in the gold light, when his hand reaches inside his jacket, to reveal...a mic, not just any mic, a mic....that is again, only gold, from the top to the bottom, it shines in the golden spotlight that seems to be sticking around. His music stops, and the mic raises up, as the boos, the boos just keep coming.
 


[Matt Sydal]
Gold....gold...gold....EVERYTHING...I touch, EVERYTHING...I am...is GOLD. From my entrance, to my music, to my attire...to my microphone....to MY VICTORY AT EMERGENCE, WHEN I DID EXACTLY AS I SAID I WOULD, AND DEFEATED TWO LOSERS THAT CLUNG TO MY GOLDEN AURA FOR FAR TOO DAMN LONG!




Why us, why do we have to deal with this, why on a night that was so incredible are we forced to see this now?
 


[Matt Sydal]
You thought it was just a new fancy moniker, didn't ya? Oh he's the golden ticket to the future of THIS COMPANY....rolls eyes, sure ya' are...YOU DAMN RIGHT I AM! Because I am unlike ANY man back there, UNLIKE ANY MAN IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. My talent knows no bounds, my will to be the best has no limit. I am THE GOLDEN TICKET, and admit it...I'm the ONLY ONE....that should have a title like The World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around this oh so lonely waist of mine.



But they're not going to admit it, not even close, they will just boo, disagreeing doing anything BUT agreeing.
 

[Matt Sydal]
See, you boo...but you know it's true. Need I remind you that I have done what NO ONE else has recently? I'VE BEATEN THE BEAST, that now lays claim to the richest prize in this industry. But he's not worthy of that title, he's simply a gimmick attraction, look at THE CONQUEROR...the one that will do nothing but EAT, SLEEP, CONQUER....REPEAT...you know, when he's not being CONQUERED...by yours truly. I...am the one that will admit the truth, the truth...that Brock Lesnar? Is an absolute JOKE. He's not impressive, he's nowhere near as gifted as I am, and if he ever stepped in this ring with me? And The World Heavyweight Championship was on the line? I'd CONQUER...him again.


They're not exactly Brock fans, but it's that moment where they have to decide who they'd rather have walking around here as champion, the guy represented by the slimy weasel Paul Heyman, or the man that literally is delivering a promo under a gold spotlight after wasting five minutes of our broadcast with by far the most obnoxious entrance we've ever seen.
 


[Matt Sydal]
But you don't have to take my word for it, because you'll soon see that EXACT reality. For I am DONE waiting, wasting my time with the likes of losers like Shinsuke Nakamura...and Eric Young. I am THROUGH giving relevance to unfaithful whores like Renee Young... I....am ready to take my place on that golden throne, as a King that will make you say, Midas who?





Ugh, please...no....someone stop this, SOMEONE TURN THAT FREAKING SPOTLIGHT OFF AND THE LIGHTS ON ALREADY!
 


[Matt Sydal]
Which is why, I'm going to do what NO OTHER champion has THE GUTS...to do. I'm going to issue a challenge EVERY SINGLE WEEK, until my demands are met, and I'm granted a World Heavyweight Championship Match! But not just any challenge, no...this challenge's purpose is not to prove I'm the best in this company, I already know that, you already know that, BROCK FREAKING LESNAR ALREADY KNOWS THAT! No, this challenge? IS A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY...for it is to ANYONE in the world, to march down that ramp, and thanks to me, make themselves famous. Be a punch in my ticket, watch a I take you to your limit, and then DEFEAT...each and every last one of you that DARES to think you belong in this ring, with THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY!



Not lacking in any sort of arrogance, Matt's declared a challenge to anyone outside the company to have a chance of a "lifetime" by facing him, and apparently falling to him in his quest to prove he's the only one that should be admitted into a World Heavyweight Championship Match.
 



[Matt Sydal]
You think this a joke? THIS...is a chance that no man that calls himself a wrestler, that one day hopes to be in this company, should take lightly. For if you haven't understood this by now, EVERYTHING...I TOUCH....TURNS TO GOLD! Defeat at my hands, will earn you more money on the independent scene, Feeling my weight dive down on you with a GOLDEN SHOOTING STAR PRESS...will make your name known. Whenever your name is brought up into conversation, they'll immediately exclaim..."IS THAT THE MAN THAT WRESTLED THE GOLDEN TICKET HIMSELF?" and you'll be able to nod, and smile with great pride...as you say yes, YES I AM!



At this point, we're almost in such disbelief at this to even find the energy to boo. What in the hell is this guy's problem? Why is he so self absorbed that he now believes apparently a loss by his hands will bring great success to those that fall to him? WHO THE HELL EVEN SAYS THAT?
 


[Matt Sydal]
In this business, opportunities come few and far between, and now...every week, as you say to yourself, I just need one, ONE..chance to prove myself, ONE chance to make myself famous...to you I say, HERE IT IS...THE GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR! Next week, as you prepare yourselves to watch a World Heavyweight Championship Rematch between two men that will simply be keeping the title warm for me, one lucky man will be driven into this mat...and driven, to success...as I brighten their future, and yours...by reaching MINE! BECAUSE I AM THE GOLDEN TICKET TO THIS COMPANY'S FUTURE, AND EVERYTHING I TOUCH....TURNS TO GOLD! GOLD....GOLD!!! EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD, GOLD, GOLD!!! FOR WHEN YOU ARE THIS DAMN GOOD, EVERYTHING...EVERYTHING....EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH....TURNS TO GOLD! FOR BY THE POWER OF MY HANDS, THIS COMPANY'S FUTURE.....IS GOLD! GOLD! GOLD! And it's future begins....when that World Heavyweight Championship is around my waist, and IN THE ONLY SPOTLIGHT THAT MATTERS, MINE!




His mic falls, as his arms extend out, and he shouts "I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, I'LL SAY IT UNTIL YOU START BELIEVING ME! I AM THE ONE TRUE GOLDEN TICKET TO THE FUTURE OF XWL! IF YOU DOUBT ME NOW, WATCH NEXT WEEK...AS MY GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY PROVES ME RIGHT! AS I GIVE SOMEONE A FUTURE! AS I GIVE ALL OF YOU A FUTURE! A FUTURE....BY MY HANDS!  With that last proclamation he looks up at the ceiling, then closes his eyes, and FINALLY...that stupid freaking spotlight turns off, and we fade.
 

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Specials thanks to Ryan for the tron, and Austin for the theme edit <3

RANALLO
Broken Matt Hardy making his way out for his match against Cesaro.

Hardy hands off his son to Senor Benjamin and makes his way down to the ring.




RANALLO
Here comes Cesaro. Who we can all agree seems to be having a bad week.

GRAVES
Well he brought it on himself with this bad attitude of his






Cesaro clothelines Hardy over the top rope to the floor. Before Cesaro can do anything-

VOICE
Thats him!

RANALLO
Who the hell is that?

Cesaro looks up the ramp to see the Camerman thats been bothering him with a mic in hand with 4 cops behind him.

CAMERMAN
Thats the man that assaulted me officers!

Cesaro just laughs and shakes his head annoyed. He turns around to a kick in the gut from Hardy. Hardy picks him up and hits Splash Mountain, taking advantage of the distraction. He covers him for  the 1,2,3. Hardy gets up and starts shouting

DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!
He makes his way up the ramp, passing the cops well still shouting.

Cesaro finally gets back up as the Cameraman and cops enter the ring. The Cameraman walks up to Cesaro

CAMERAMAN
Thats him, thats-

Cesaro shoves the Cameraman. The Cameraman sells it like he was shot and throws himself back. Cesaro raises his hands in a WTF moment. One of the cops grabs Cesaro, but Cesaro pushes him away and tries to explain but the other cops try and take him down. He pushes them away until one tasers him and he hits the mat. The other cops get on him and handcuff him.

GRAVES
what the **** did I just watch?

We go to commercial