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PostSubject: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jun 26, 2017 5:00 pm





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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jun 26, 2017 6:12 pm





As Anarchy goes on the air, the arena is lit up by the epic display of fireworks on the stage. Everyone is on their feet for the show as the camera swoops over them once the fireworks display has finished and they were loud and ready for the show to commence. Signs supporting their favorite superstars were lifted high into the air while shirts of some of the top superstars were worn proudly on the men and women who filled the arena.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Welcome to Anarchy, Ladies and Gentlemen! I'm Mauro Ranallo and joining me is none other than the Savior of Misbehavior himself, Corey Graves. Would you care to give us a little preview of tonight's show?

[COREY GRAVES]
We have an absolutely stacked card here tonight. We are going to see Natalya and Rosemary go head to head in a match that we haven't seen here in XWL in some time - flaming tables. But that's not all that we have for you! Miz TV returns and his guests are John Cena and not just AJ Styles, but the entire Club. Matt Sydal is set to go one on one with our Heavyweight Champion along with many more matches that will surely send these fans home happy.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Before we get to all of that now, last week an invitation was sent out to one of our newer superstars. Paul Heyman extended an offer to Matt Riddle to join him in the ring with Cyberslam right around the corner. Paul Heyman, and I quote, said he wants to give Matt Riddle one last chance to walk away from the fight. Quite frankly, I don't think he is. We've seen just how determined Riddle is to get this match and I'm sure all of his 'bros' would love to see him take a shot at the Beast.

[COREY GRAVES]
If you'd shut up, we could get this show on the road! Heyman is already in the ring and waiting at the top of our broadcast!

The cameras finally get to the ring and just like Graves said, in the ring stood Paul Heyman already. Alone and without Brock Lesnar by his side, possibly because Brock was in the back getting ready for his match with Sami Callihan later on in tonight's show. But there, in the center of the ring, was Paul Heyman with a microphone in his hand. He was letting the crowd have their moment and waiting for them to die down before speaking, knowing well that it was pointless to try and speak over the rowdy bunch of fans. Finally, once the arena grew quieter, Paul Heyman cleared his throat and lifted his microphone.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman...

His head turned and Heyman looked up the entrance ramp.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
... and I'm not going to say any more until Matthew Riddle carries himself down here and joins me in this ring because I came out here to speak to him. I didn't come here because I wanted to speak to any of you 'bros' who bought a ticket. All of you are a waste of my time when there is a man in the back who's acting suicidal. He's wanting to get himself killed. Matt Riddle needs my help. He needs sense talked into him before he does something stupid at Cyberslam. So please, Matthew, would you please come out here and join me in Brock Lesnar's ring.



A few moments pass and you can hear a whistle take over the entire arena, in fact meaning that Riddle is entertaining Heyman's game, and will play along for now. Matt enters the stage and has a confused look on his face, mouthing a few things under his breath, skeptical of Heyman's word choice. Riddle scales the ramp after fist bumping a few bro's from another mo's. Fixing his hat, he reaches the apron, shrugging after looking at the crowd. Directly up it and in through the second rope. Heyman sits there with his hands folded, and Riddle paces around him, taking a microphone from a stagehand swiftly.

Staring Heyman up and down, Riddle shakes his head with the thoughts in his head showing every sign of disrespect you can imagine "Can you believe this clown" surely is one of them. Riddle lifts the microphone up to his mouth and responds to Heyman's plea.


[MATT RIDDLE]
Do you have a problem with me, bro? You can go out and say it, you felt a certain way about how I went and talked about Brock like that on the interview. I don't know about storms, but I will rain down the truth if I have to. The truth being, that you as an advocate, is just another way of saying how Brock is too much of a coward to show up here tonight.

Riddle smiles and Heyman displeased by his comments, carries on, taking a step forward to meet Heyman graciously.

[MATT RIDDLE]
You say this is Brock's ring, right? Looks like Brock is nowhere to be found, which leaves only you and myself. You think I am out of my depth, I think Brock is in Deep Waters and will find himself not so happy with the outcome. Go on and do your song and dance, I'm all ears, BRO.

The King Of Bros cups his ear and then scans the crowd with a smile waiting for Heyman to yap his trap.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
For your information, Brock Lesnar is not here because he did not call you out to this ring. He was not the one who sat down and actually listened to what you had to say. I was the one who watched and listened to every word you said last week. I was the one who asked you to come out to this ring so I could stand with you, face to face, man to... bro. And if that bothers you so much then I sincerely apologize because I did not realize you wanted Brock Lesnar this week. You might have him come Cyberslam and I figured that would be enough to satisfy you. You got your wish, and now you want more? From a man who's been in this business for a long time, take it from me, don't get ahead of yourself because then you'll let yourself down.  Brock Lesnar will not be here and I hope you can accept that.

The fans in attendance, they actually cheered once Heyman confirmed that the Beast Incarnate would not be joining them. That made Heyman roll his eyes before continuing.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
I do not have a problem with you, but I have a problem with the way you carry yourself. You carry yourself like you are so big name guy who owns this place when the reality is that you are a rookie. You are someone who's beneath Brock Lesnar. And now that I think about it? You remind me of another man who stood toe to toe with Brock Lesnar. You remind me of AJ Styles because AJ Styles thought he was the hottest commodity that this business has ever seen when he came into Brock Lesnar's ring. He was good, but he was not as good as Brock Lesnar. And he likes to run his mouth claiming that he was that damn good. You know what happened to him, I'm sure. He could not truly beat Brock Lesnar to save his life, and the same fate will happen to you unless you back out while you can. Take a step back, rethink things, and maybe have a match with someone like Sami Zayn. Someone who is more on your level. Be smart and use your brain, wherever it may be under all that hair and that stupid little hat of yours.

Matt turns his hat to the side and puts his one hand on his waist and lifts the microphone up further, a gaze at the mat starts to take form. Not too shocked of Heyman aiming below the belt, then puts a piece of his hair behind his ear and continues.

[MATT RIDDLE]
If I didn't make myself, perfectly clear enough.. allow me to indulge further. Mr, Hey..man let's not get ahead of yourself and jump the gun. Allow me to bring you to exhibit A. Brock Lesnar lost the belt, and now he's trying to keep his spot, by going after BROken Matt. That didn't go according to plan, because I took matters into my own hands. Let's not get carried away with the details, know that I am not to be seen as an after thought. I'm not AJ Styles, and I am not Sami Zayn. Both of them are terrific competitors, and Brock likes to bully people.

Riddle puffs out his chest and raises his arms out to Heyman, pushing his lips together and a curve of his eyebrow

[MATT RIDDLE]
Not cool, bro. Not cool, at all. That's why, I am the complete opposite, Brock Lesnar thinks consecutive German Suplexes will stop me in my tracks. You, Hey..man.. are treading into uncharted territory. You watched as I spoke from the heart, and where did that get you? A place back in the ring with me, where you can see my eyes. You look into my eyes, and you don't see any fear do you? And that scares the ever living shit out of you.

Riddle taunts Paul E. and gets face to face with him, his tall frame and physique now coming into the analysis of Heyman who is looking up at Riddle, towering over him and wanting to make a name off of Brock Lesnar's star power, and has the capability of doing so.

[MATT RIDDLE]
Like I said, you cannot prepare for me. I come at every direction, and you wouldn't know where to start. I suggest you get out of MY ring, and let me speak to my people, my bro's. Not the former owner of ECW and current owner of ECW, Extremely Chatty Wrestling. You know nothing of what you speak, sit back and take a chill pill. I'll out smart your Beast, I'll dismantle him at the horns, and you will sit outside of that ring.

Riddle points out the ropes and near the apron, the crowd leans in closer.

[MATT RIDDLE]
When I get that, one.. two.. THR-

[PAUL HEYMAN]
KICKOUT!

Heyman, with his voice loud, interrupted Matt Riddle's attempt to count to three before screaming out the seven letter word. It made the advocate flash a grin. But before going to speak again, Heyman composed himself and before lifting his own arm to point out to the crowd.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
You don't belong here. You can talk a big game just like the rest of them have, but that doesn't change that you haven't proved anything. You don't belong here and you should leave this ring and go prove yourself before staking claim in the major leagues. You think you can stand toe to toe with Brock Lesnar. You think you can beat Brock Lesnar. I KNOW you can't beat Brock Lesnar because Brock Lesnar is bigger than you. Brock Lesnar is stronger than you. Brock Lesnar is faster than you. Brock Lesnar also knows how to pass a drug test.

Paul Heyman finds it rather hard to hold his laughter in, but he still manages to do so.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
Yes, I did some research in case you were wondering.

Vintage Paul Heyman going with a low blow against his Client's opposer. The smirk worn on the older man's face showed just how proud he was of that direct shot taken to the Bro's past.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
Do not stop me if you want to speak to these people. Do these people a favor and tell them why you're here. Tell them why you're not in the UFC anymore. Tell them why you messed up so bad that you got fired from the company. I will gladly sit back and listen and watch as you try to win these fans over because me personally, I see no reason why anyone should support you. You're another dog who has a big bark but a bite that is surely that of a little chihuahua. And if you think you have a chance to stand up against the biggest dog in the pound? You have another thing coming because if these fans give you the match you want, Brock Lesnar is going to eat you alive.

Matt rubs his chin and then puts the microphone to a tilt, with his hat tossed off to the side, and no longer playing "Mr Nice Guy".

[MATT RIDDLE]
Your Beast is going to be my feast, and you can tell me I am wrong as many ways as you want. Convince these people that I made a mistake, somehow along the way? Admit to them that I couldn't cut it in the UFC due to a mistake? Not on the account of my ability. I'm not going to lose my cool, I'm going to get down to the nitty-gritty. The clock is ticking, and your boy will become nothing more than the guy Matthew Riddle made scream like a little girl. As he goes to sink in his teeth, you'll be attached to his ass, like you always are.

Riddle goes up close again and this time Heyman doesn't even flinch.

[MATT RIDDLE]
I'm going to knee him in the sweet spot, and the brightest of day, turns to night. You do not speak for me, you do not speak for these people. You claim you don't care, but without them.. all you are is a talking suit, clamoring for some relevancy. Do me a favor and shut the .. hell up, i'm done explaining myself to a world class... ASSHOLE.

Matt jumps up and down and does the Brock shuffle with his feet, loosening himself up. Dropping the microphone, he takes a step towards The Advocate as if he's ready to pounce or push him out of the ring. Either way, Riddle is not head in the clouds, cool calm & collected. He's making a B-Line to the guy who questioned his manhood. Heyman though shows no fear... oddly. Usually, you'd expect Heyman to cower in fear of a man who was clearly stronger than him and could take him. Rather than showing fear, Heyman was actually laughing. This man meant all business and was ready to strike Heyman down, but Heyman was instead laughing. He calmed the laughter and lifted his microphone again, never one to not get the last word.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
You know what? I can respect the fact that you have a lot of guts. I can respect the fact that you have a bigger set of balls then most of the men in this company, but that comes with the cost... You have a massive set of balls, but having balls that big... it only makes them that much easier of a target.

The crowd started to boo before Heyman had a chance to finish because from the crowd, the area where Matt Riddle has his back to, quickly rushed Brock Lesnar. Jumping over the barricade and sliding in the ring. Before Riddle even had the chance to react or do anything to defend himself, the leg of the Beast came up and in-between the legs of Matt Riddle. Down fell the King of Bros as he was kicked right in his big 'bronuts'. He falls down to the mat withering in pain and holding the area that Lesnar kicked. Heyman and Brock seemed so pleased with themselves, but the crowd thought otherwise. The crowd was booing loud as they watched the man who stood up from them get low blown from behind.

[MAURO RANALLO]
That's just wrong! Disrespectful! Do they have no shame?

[COREY GRAVES]
We've watched Heyman and Lesnar terrorize and bully this division for how long now? You can't seriously be surprised that they stick to a low this deep. This is classic Heyman and Lesnar. I'm not at all surprised.

Disrespectful was certainly the best way to put it because these two men made it clear they didn't respect Matt Riddle in the least. Heyman finally spoke up again and barked an order at Brock while his hand extended to Riddle and pointed at him again. Something along the lines of 'finish him off' was what Heyman barked at the Beast Incarnate. Lesnar moved over towards the fallen Riddle and his hand grabbed a hold of the other fighter's leg and began to lift him and bend the leg around his leg. The pressure was applied and the Brock Lock - the very same move that hasn't been seen since he made AJ Styles tap out - was locked in and Lesnar didn't hold back one bit. He had every intention of hurting the leg of Matt Riddle which was the limb that most would say are the strongest part of Riddle's body. His kicks were enough to knock a man out, and Heyman knew that. He did research for a reason. Riddle tried his best to break himself from the move but the upper hand that Brock got was enough for him to keep it in. That and the Beast's sheer strength was enough to overpower anything that Riddle tried. With the Brock Lock still in, Heyman began to lift the microphone from the ring again.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL, DAMMIT!

Paul Heyman was looking over at the time keepers area as he pointed at them, shouting his demands and expecting them to follow. They did, but only after some hesitation and confusion. The bell rang and a couple of seconds later, Lesnar dropped Riddle to the mat and Matt proceeded to grab the area Brock was targeting with his classic submission move.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
THAT IS YOUR FATE! THAT IS WHAT IS GOING TO COME AT CYBERSLAM!

The microphone was thrown down at the floor before Heyman and Brock began to make their exit from the ring, never once looking back at their disrespectful actions towards Matt Riddle. As they moved up the ramp, two referees ran by them and slid into the ring to check on the King of Bros, wanting to make sure that he was okay and no serious damage had been done when he might have the biggest match of his career in the very near future. When they got to the ramp, Lesnar continued to the back but Heyman turned and looked over his shoulder at Matt Riddle. No remorse shown on his face. Paul Heyman was satisfied with the message that he and his client sent. And as Heyman turns back to go backstage, the segment comes to a close and we fade away to a commercial.


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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:05 pm

After the commercial break, Balor appears to be sitting in a dark room. Balor sits there smiling and laughing as the camera zooms in on his face. Balor looks deep into the camera as he begins to speak.



Finn Balor:
Taker… my dear friend… I just want you to know my suffering. I want you to know my pain Taker. I want you to feel how it really feels to be in hell. The screaming, the agony, the immense pain. I want you to taste the blood run down your head and into your mouth. I want you to feel your bones shattering and breaking. I want to hear you scream out and pray for a god to come save you. And I want you to know that nobody can save you from my wrath. Your “godhood” is nothing but a fantasy. You’re just an old man who think he still has what it takes to stay in the ring. The truth is Taker.. you can’t hang with me. I’m on another level and you can’t accept that. So, here you are… fighting for what? Souls? Once you step in that ring with me, you will realize that I have no soul Undertaker. I don’t give up easily and I sure as hell don’t show any remorse. I’ll hit you, and if you get back up? I’ll hit you again… and again… and again.. and again and again and again and again until…

Balor takes a deep breath before laughing and standing up. As he opens his eyes they appear to be full of blood. The blood begins to pour out from his eyes and down his face as he stares deep into the camera.

Finn Balor:
Until you’re lifeless. I’m ending this at Cyberslam Taker. I don’t care what kind of match it is. Falls Count Anywhere? I’ll beat you all across the arena. No Holds Barred? I can use whatever I want to make sure you will stay down. Hell In A Cell? Taker… This is absolutely nothing compared to the hell that I know. My hell makes your little cell look like a playground for little children. I’ll show up to your yard… and I will burn it to the ground and finally claim what will soon be mine. THE ELITE TITLE!

Balor lets out a huge laugh as he slowly sits back down and puts his face in his hands. Blood begin to seep through his fingers as he looks into the camera one last time.

Finn Balor:
I will show you what true hell is. I've been there... I live there. My demons will eat your lifeless body and use your bones as toothpicks. You are no "god" and once you step into my hell you will finally realize that there is no God. Only me. The Demon King. Cyberslam will be forever known as the day that a fake god fell to a true demon. See you in hell, Taker.

Balor points his fingers to his head and “pulls the trigger” as the sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the arena. The arena goes dark as XWL heads to the next scene.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Tue Jun 27, 2017 2:40 pm

The cameras would cut backstage. The XWL logo would flash on the screen as we are taken to a dark room. There was only one single light as it swayed back and forth casting light upon a mysterious figure who remained in the shadows. The light would touch his form for a moment as it would shine down on his hand. He had a small white/black scarf wrapped around his wrist as he moved his hand -- the light was now on his lower section -- cast down upon the guitar that rested against him. His hand would be raised upwards and then down over the guitar strings as it emits a sound to the masses.

“WHO WANTS TO WALK WITH ELIAS --”

The crowd would boo him as the light flashes down on him as he would close his eyes for a moment as he breathes in the air. Gathering his thoughts. He had travelled to get here. He had walked the long and hard road to be here tonight. He does not waste his money on first class flights nor does he rent his own car -- no -- he takes the long road -- he makes his feet burn and bleed -- he sees the world with his eyes wide open and experiences everything it has to offer him -- he walked here -- Kevin Owens drove here -- he was different than his opponent and he was going to let the world know that as he lowered his head -- his eyes opening as his lips parted ways.



"My favourite pair of brothers; Success and Failure!

Samson and Owens!

You could never see these two apart from each other,

They're always together!

We really respect Success, he's got a lot going his way!

He's always winning, and giving his best!

He's really positive too! He's really talented as well. You can tell why, though...”


The crowd would begin to boo Elias Samson as he would stop what he is doing. A small grunt would part from him as he glares at the camera, his head tilting to the side a little bit as he stares down into it. “Please leave your applause until the end, we have only begun --” He would snarl a little bit as he turns his head back and looks ahead. A small sigh would escape him now as he closes his eyes and focuses as he begins to play again. He should be focused on Dean Ambrose -- on his match tonight -- but he wasn't -- Kevin Owens was on his mind and he was the only thing that mattered.

“But then there's Failure, he's rather dull.

He usually messes up, and tends to mope.

He's rarely happy, never a smile on his face...

...However...

Success always feels sorry for Failure,

He tries to help his brother by giving motivation through song,

He gives Failure advice; what to do differently next time,

Failure never gives up.

He never wins, but always gives effort,

And with each try --he gets worse.

Success and Failure; brothers 'till the end!

You never see one without the other --until failure -- fails one too many times ”


He would wait -- some applause could be heard, but the sound of booing would drown it out as he just grins. His hand drops down from his guitar as he would look into the camera. His hand reaching up and over his head as he grabs onto the string above him as he pulls on it -- turning the light off and ending his musical performance for tonight.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Thu Jun 29, 2017 8:11 pm

Returning from a commercial break, a graphic pops up on the screen promoting tonight's Main-Event. With things heating up between the dwellers of darkness Number One Contender Rosemary, and Women's Champion Sister April, which saw Rosemary try to Red Wedding The Champion through a Flaming Table last week, only for Natalya to come to her rescue, tonight will take that one step further. It's been an emotional journey for Natalya, losing a 9-month rivalry with Sister April, being forced because of such to join her Sisterhood, but last week for the first time since joining The Sisterhood, she came to her leader's aid. So tonight a match has been signed, Rosemary versus Natalya, in a FLAMING TABLES MATCH. Will Rosemary avenge the loss she suffered a month ago to Natalya the night after Downpour, and leave The Women's Champion's "sister" to decay in the flames? Or will Natalya whom ironically has been unstoppable since her loss at Downpour, send a message to Rosemary of the power of The Sisterhood? As the graphic fades, we find ourselves within The Women's Lockerroom, where Natalya sits near a monitor, watching a replay of the events of last week. The footage pauses on the image of The Flaming Table, knowing that tonight she'll face that scary fate in the middle of that ring. A table will be engulfed in flames, and she's got to put Rosemary through it or risk going through it herself. As her eyes remain glued on the inferno ridden table, she hears the sound of a door, momentarily losing focus, but not enough to turn around, no...The Anvilette is almost in a trance, mesmerized by the fire.  

[Sister April}
Nattie, you in here?

Natalya's focus is broken by her sister's voice. April appears before Natalya with something that we've come to get used to. A genuine smile on April's face. April waste no time walking forward to embrace Natalya who looks a little surprised. Aparil finally pulls away, a big grin on her face

[Sister April]
You saved me last week. I always wanted to believe that you'd come to my rescue if I needed you but when I was up on her shoulders, feeling the flames tickling my skin...I will admit...I thought I was done for. but you...you came and rescued me

You can tell April is being genuine about the grattitude that she feels towards her sister. After poking and pleading for Natalya to see her as an ally these months it's maybe finally dawned on her that Natalya might care about her too

[Sister April]
I am very grateful Nattie...but...about this match. I don't think I want you to go through with it. This is not a command or anything but the thought of you possibly being put through that burning table...I don't think I can bear it. I honestly think-


But as April tried to express her concerns over tonight's Main-Event, where her sister will be at risk of being thrown into the fire, literally...she's silenced by the unexpected interjection of Natalya? And unlike this last month, her tone isn't monotone, it's full of emotion.


[Natalya]
You could sure bare wrapping a noose around my neck and leading me like a dog...


April, much like all of us right now...are a bit taken aback by Natalya's words, word that sound coherent, and not as if they're coming from a woman in a zombie-like state of mind. No, we're not sure what brought this about, but this is Natalya, the real one, the one that has been hidden under the overwhelming feeling of failure Natalya's felt since the conclusion of their Hell in a Cell Match at Downpour.


[Natalya]
But I guess you're the only one that's allowed to hurt me, right? Kidnapping me and taking me into the deepest depths of the darkness, leave me gasping for my last breath of air, mentally breaking me down until I'm nothing...until I feel NOTHING...


Now The Women's Champion finds herself speechless, her mouth hangs open wanting to say something, but she can't.


[Natalya]
THAT didn't bother you, but this? This match, this idea of someone laying harm to me, that's not okay? BUT EVERYTHING YOU PUT ME THROUGH, THAT IS? As much as you'd love to think you broke me, that you got what you wanted, that I was reduced to nothing but another mindless zombie to follow you as you day by day destroy this division more and more...that SISTER, is not the case. That's not the reality you're dealing with right now, the reality is, I may have been FORCED to join you, but I will NEVER become you. And it is for that reason and ONLY that reason why I saved you last week. Because you, you thrive off pain, off the misfortune of everyone else around you, that fuels you, but me? My heart beats because of every single woman in this division, the potential they hold, the passion they show in that ring, the love, and respect that often gets lost in the midst of all of this. I may have lost every battle, but you will NOT win the war. You want to corrupt me, to see proof that your way is the only way and we all need to fall in line and accept your gospel. Wel sorry but I intend to hang onto the last shred of humanity I retained after the hell you put me through for 9 months. The humanity that won't allow me to stand by while someone like you, or anyone else tries to bring harm to another person. Even if a HUGE part of me would have loved to see you burn for what you did to me...



April can't even summon a voice in the back of her throat. Her gaze shifts from Natalya to the ground, finding it suddenly hard to look her "Sister" in the eye. During the last nine months, April made such a strong push to have Natalya join her that she blindly ignored her methods. But in obtaining her goal she has been forced to look at Natalya as more than just a goal and as a precious person. And in doing that, she is forced to see exactly how her wicked deeds have affected Natalya


[Natalya]
Whether I like you or not isn't what this is about, you beat me, and as much as that kills me, I'd be no better than you if I let that consume me, if I let that blind me from showing you the respect you deserve, even if it pains me to admit it. I've told you this since the day you developed this idea of me, and you, together ruling this division, leading "The Sisterhood." There's a line, if you cross it, I will stop you, and that's what I intend to do, whether it's to help you, or someone else. Honestly, you have no idea what I've felt this last month, how many times I wanted to just ask for my release, announce my retirement, try to forget about every last thing you did to me, what you put me through. I even thought about just accepting my fate as your follower, becoming another voiceless addition to your "Sisterhood" but that's not me, nor has it ever been. I've struggled with where I go from here, who I even am now, but if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm not YOU. That's why when you tried to "break" Sasha, as you so ordered us to do, I didn't let you. And if THIS thing between us is something I have to deal with? If I'm saddled around with my biggest failure for the rest of my days here? Then i'm going to be ME! So the days of you leading around mindless zombies, a zombie I almost became, the days of you torturing your fellow women, the days of you taking pleasure in other's agony? THOSE ARE OVER! BECAUSE AS I TOLD YOU THROUGH THE COURSE OF OUR 9 MONTHS TOGETHER, I AM UNBREAKABLE, AND YOU...EVEN IN DEFEAT, WON'T BREAK ME. So I appreciate that you suddenly have a heart and worry about what I may deal with tonight? But there's nothing she can do, that you haven't already done to me yourself.

[Sister April]
Natalya...I wasn't...

April doesn't finish. She just gives Natalya a miserable look. The intense look from Natalya too much for her to stand. April swiftly turns her back on her sister

[Sister April]
Good luck sis...good luck Natalya. If you're in trouble, I'll be there for you

And with that April walks out the room, leaving a slightly confused Natalya behind. Natalya's words obviously had some effect on the Women's Champion as her demeanor has suddenly changed. While Natalya's might be curious about April's words she can't afford to lose sight of what's important. Her sure to be grueling match with the number one contender Rosemary who's surely looking for revenge after Natalya defeated her earlier this month. This is certainly an interesting development in The Sisterhood. We thought Natalya was gone...but as if a switch went off after April tried to force her to takeout her friend Sasha, Natalya appears ready to use her position within The Sisterhood for good. By seeing that April, nor anyone make any other woman feel what she was put through ever again.


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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Fri Jun 30, 2017 12:26 pm


Lights come up on a doll being held in a sitting posture, this doll with long brunette hair. As it sat in the opening moments a familiar sinister, child-like song begins to chime in-- this music with all the capability to send chills down the spine in fear. As the doll sat taking up most the frame and the music chiming once more, a hand comes across the dark brown hair of the doll caressing it slowly and smoothly. The audience sensing this familiar vibe, knows that this is torture not something meant to be enjoyable, but as they started to get used to this sudden twist in nature, the giant hand moves across the doll's mouth, holding up a finger to signify silence. A very low shush was heard before the well known creepy laugh from a woman that couldn't get out of the head of every person last week.



After a moment, the woman begins to play gently with the doll's hair and smile comes across her face as she does so as this dark music continues to chime on and off, keeping the crowd unsettled-- almost restless. The audience feeling extremely disgusted, knowing this was punishment, torture, murder or at least that was the image she was trying to give off. However despite what the crowd thought, this woman continued to keep the audience engaged with a slight feeling of terror as she giggled off and on as she began to slightly tug on arms, legs, and the head of the doll-- this time she seemed more direct than last week. All this happening while the dark child tune continues to play and chime-- all of these elements are tied together, collaborating to keep the crowd on edge of their seat and feel this looming sense of terror and destruction. After teasing the audience with pulling on limbs, it seems as if this sinister woman has picked her target.



It happened so quickly, with ease-- then again it was a doll, but the in a second flat, the legs of the doll had been ripped off and thrown to the ground. The look on the woman's face was so serious, so evil as she tore of both limbs like snapping twigs, and after she was finished she tossed the remains to the ground as if it were useless-- like her job was done and now it was time to find a new victim. As the doll fell, the camera catches the doll in slow motion as it collides with the earth and it was noticeable that this woman's attention already shifted. The music ceases. In the room there was a photo in a frame, this photo had a picture of the reigning women's champion, Sister April and her new Follower, Natalya. The evil woman made her way over to this picture, and picks it up looking at it with a dark look in her eyes.



In an instant, she bursts into laughter, unable to contain her enraptured nature by this picture. As she laughs she caressed the picture of the Sister April and Natalya, the look in her eye seemed passive. Then at moment's notice, her joy ended, the evil, look in her eyes return, burning with malice and deep hatred. She slams the photo on the ground; glass shatters and flies everywhere. The camera catching in slow motion the descent of the picture of the two women smiling as the glass frame shatters. This signifying, their time was up, but that wasn't it also. Then suddenly the woman's foot slams of the photo and it tears underneath her foot. Then the camera's come up to the woman's eyes as her hair hangs down over, but eyes were still visible, they displayed deep anger, hatred, malice, an intent of belligerence before snapping into a six letter word.



DESTRUCTION BEGINS
AT
CYBERSLAM


With those final words we move to our next segment.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:09 pm



After a promo from the mysterious new female Superstar, Kharma, Anarchy fades into Summer Rae and Allie backstage, Allie sitting on an equipment trunk while Summer is getting her hair and makeup done by her personal stylist.

[Summer Rae]
Alright, Jose, make sure I look extra good for what I plan on doing tonight. Because before I go out there and destroy Charlotte in front of the world? I have something much, much bigger planned.

[Allie]
Miss Summer...are you sure about this? Y-You could get hurt, and...

[Summer Rae]
Oh, Allie. Sweet, innocent Allie. You have nothing to worry about. And neither do I. Because what I plan on doing tonight will change the landscape not just for Cyberslam, but for the women's division as a whole.

As her personal stylist finishes doing her hair and make-up, Summer steps down off the chair, twirling around in front of the mirror to make sure her look fits her demands.

[Summer Rae]
Let's go, Allie...it's time to shake up this division...

Summer begins to strut towards the entrance to the arena with Allie shuffling nervously behind her as we get a quick commercial break.







...








[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, we just heard that Summer Rae planned to do something that nobody expected. And, unfortunately for Summer Rae, the only thing that's gone right for her in the last few weeks is getting new entrance music. So...let's see what this is all about.

Summer has a confident, cocky smirk on her lips as she approaches the ring, Allie trailing behind her with a clipboard in hand, grinning and waving to the fans who chant her name, even high fiving some before Summer gives her a dirty look, the pair making their way into the ring before Summer grabs a microphone.

[Summer Rae]
At Cyberslam, you, the XWL Universe, has the opportunity to vote me into a match against a former champion here in XWL in Asuka...you know, the woman I beat so bad that she had to leave for a month?

Summer covers the microphone to laugh, causing the crowd to boo her.

[Summer Rae]
You know...come to think of it, that is actually a pretty big deal. I've beaten a former champion! How many of you can say that you've beaten a champion? Well, I doubt any of you have come close to any sort of championship...except in some disgusting eating competition.

[Summer Rae]
But that's okay, really! Because I'm sure you know that you'll never be as amazing as me. But, onto what's important: Me. Next week at Cyberslam, you have the option of putting me in a match against Asuka, and of course, just because I'm going to be in it, I'm sure it'll be the only match on the show worth watching. Though, it's against someone I already defeated, so, really, Asuka may as well not even show up next week.

[Summer Rae]
But as for tonight? I'm going to do something that not even our Women's Champion would ever have the courage to do. I'm going to call Asuka out to this ring, right now, and tell her to her face why she made a mistake in issuing an open challenge for Cyberslam. So Asuka, get out here! Unless, of course...you've decided to take your ball and leave...again.

Summer stands still with her hands on her hips and looks up to the stage, fully knowing that she is provoking Asuka, which not be in her better interest. Asuka did lay down the challenge herself to Summer, and not the other way around, JUST last week on Anarchy.



[Mauro Ranallo]
Uh-Oh! It looks like Summer has awoken the Empress Of Tomorrow from her slumber!

[Corey Graves]
Not wise, if you ask me. I've seen the things she can do, and the outcomes are not pretty, in sight or in thought. I will account on behalf of Summer's bravery, I don't think it will be enough..

The lights begin to dim and a eerie tone is within earshot of the crowd, a spotlight focuses on the top of the stage, and the music begins to pick up. Asuka in her one piece suit, takes a step out from the back and waves to her adoring fans, not really paying much mind to Summer in the ring. After walking with high class and unbuttoning her jacket, at the end of the ramp.

You start to see a change in the demeanor of Asuka when she looms closer to Summer Rae, then glares at Allie who stays behind Summer, not wanting to wage a war with the Rainbow Warrior herself. Into the ring Asuka in a flash, and begins nodding her head to Summer, giving her kudos without saying much. Taking the microphone from Summer effortlessly, Asuka raises her eyebrow ever so slightly before licking her chops.

[Asuka]
Are youh finished, Summ-uh? Good, because I am not finished with you either. You say I was beaten, I was off my, game. You don't have what it.. TAKES. Truly.  Maybe in another life time, will you be able to stand toe to toe with ASUKA.

Asuka grins and looks over the Blonde Bombshell's shoulder, into the deathly afraid eyes of Allie. She puts out her finger and urges Allie to come closer. Summer stops that right away, and gets bothered by Asuka's ploy.

Asuka raises her chin up and awaits for Summer to snap back at her, willingly.

[Asuka]
I'm.. going, NOWHERE.

Summer nods her head before roughly snatching the microphone from Asuka with a disgusted look on her face, pushing Allie aside and getting nose to nose with Asuka before practically screaming in the face of the ever-dangerous striking machine.

[Summer Rae]
You think I'm afraid of you, Asuka!? You think you can intimidate me!? I'm Summer freaking Rae! I am the next face of this Women's Division! I am the makeover that this division has needed for months, no, years! I don't care if I have to go through you, Charlotte, Natalya, or any other female in that locker room at Cyberslam! Because I...

Summer takes a moment to breathe deeply, composing herself before stepping back from Asuka, who has a confident, dangerous grin on her face.

[Summer Rae]
I am destined for greatness. I...am destined...for championship gold. And you? You're just destined to be another one hit wonder, just like the last, what, five times that you've signed on to compete here. You'll stay around for a month and claim you're the best XWL has to offer, but I've proven that you're not. You can claim that you were off your game all that you want, but when it gets down to it? It hurts your ego...I know that a woman like you, who earned her stripes wrestling women all around the world, be it Japan, Mexico, or right here in the United States...knowing that a woman like you, who's claimed to be undefeatable machine of destruction, claimed to be this unstoppable monster...it kills you inside, knowing that a woman like me proved to the entire world...that you, Asuka, are more myth...than monster. And at Cyberslam? I don't care if these people vote me into a match with you or not. I'll be more than happy...to prove it again. And when I do? I'll be more than happy to ship you off right back to Japan, just like the last time, with your tail between your legs.

Summer smirks confidently, before shoving the microphone roughly into the chest of Asuka, as if daring the Empress of Tomorrow to do something.

[Mauro Ranallo]
She just disrespected her home country, Asuka does not seem to be a happy camper about that.

[Corey Graves]
Yeah, if Summer is not careful, she will be taking it on the chin, repeatedly. She lit the fire in Dante's Inferno to a whole new degree!

Asuka looks down at the microphone being pushed into her chest region and quickly takes a hold of it. Staring down Summer Rae, Asuka doesn't get infuriated, only tested.

Looking up and down at the mat, and back up to Summer, then back to Allie. Asuka widens her eyes to lock them with Summer.

[Asuka]
The only destiny that await you, is CyberSlam. If you step in the ring with me, I will take.. you.. down.

Asuka turns her calm hands to her side, into a fist.. suddenly. Packing a punch with her death stare already, it speaks a thousand words, without moving her lips. The microphone in her other hand, gripped even TIGHTER than her bawled up fist. Summer's actions do not go off without consequence.

[Asuka]
Samārei wa don'na jōkyō-ka demo parisshu o shimasuga, kanojo wa nani o aruite iru no ka wakarimasen. Kanojo ga suki ka dō ka ni kakawarazu, watashi wa kanojo o ichi-mai zutsu erabimasu. Kanojo wa Asuka no tame ni junbi ga dekite imasu ka? Kotae wa kono nichiyōbi no watashi no ito de hakkiri shite imasu. Dare mo watashi no tame ni junbi ga dekite imasen!

After her rambling, Summer doesn't know how to respond, as it's in Asuka's native tongue. One thing is for sure, it wasn't said in a calmly manner, you can see the rage in Asuka's eyes with the microphone pushed into the chest of "Miss Rae." The microphone rolls to the ground, that causes a static along with a different positioning from Asuka. Summer turned around to tell Allie it was time to go, only for Asuka to turn her back around.

Asuka attempts a lightning fast spinning head kick, only for Summer to duck and the kick to connect with Allie, knocking her out cold! Allie lays unconscious on the mat before Asuka as Summer high-tails it out of the ring, panting and clutching her chest in shock while yelling that she'll see Asuka at Cyberslam, as Anarchy rolls on.

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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 12:54 pm



after a back and fourth match between these two men JBL hits a 4th Clothesline from hell. He pins Austin Aries next to the ropes.

1...

Aries puts his foot onto the rope.

2...

but Virgil shoves it off before the ref can see it.

3!




JBL rolls out of the ring and celebrates with Virgil and Big Show as they make their way up the ramp. Aries sits up and looks around like what the hell just happened as XWL fades to a commercial break.



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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 12:56 pm




This was a great back and forth contest for these two talented roster members. Going back and forth for nearly twenty minutes before we would reach the conclusion of this contest. Let's recap this tremendous match in its closing minutes.

{Corey Graves}
I can't say this enough, both men look like they're giving it their all here tonight. I just think that Kevin Owens wants it a little more. Especially with his eyes set on that retched Elias Samson.

{Mauro Ranallo}
Blasphemy, my friend. This match has been right down the middle. And this action has been an epic!

We cut to the center of the ring to see both men visibly worn out. CM Punk was up to his vertical base, as Owens was slowly getting back to his own feet. Punk would shoot with a quick jab as it would connect to the face of Kevin. This gesture would be retorted by a slap from Owens himself. This would then be followed up by the kick to the abdomen of Punk as Owens would grab the shoulders of CM Punk before throwing him into the opposing set of ring ropes to where he would rebound. POP-UP POWERBO--NO! -- CM Punk is able to counter the innovative finisher of Kevin Owens into a small hurracarana, evading any more offense from Kevin. This would transpire, Punk to quickly get back to his feet as he would taunt Kevin slowly who would fall foolishly into the trap presented in front of him.

{Corey Graves}
Come on, Kevin. I know you're smarter than that. CM Punk can't seriously think that a GTS can take him out. He hit the first one, and Kevin kicked out. What makes him think a second will be nearly as effective?

{Mauro Ranallo}
The course of this match has taken a toll on both of these men, Corey. I think if either of these men hit their finishers, it could be over -- MAMA MIA! CM Punk has Kevin Owens on his shoulders!

And for a moment it appeared as if Punk was going to connect with the Go To Sleep, but Kevin would throw his weight upon the smaller foe, to escape from the grasp. Punk would transition to see Owens who was back to his feet. Owens would sent a boot to the abdomen of Punk who would stagger backwards briefly. Owens would see this as a moment to take charge, but would immediately evade a roundhouse kick attempt CM Punk. Wait a minute! What is that sound!? The strumming of a guitar immediately causes Kevin to stop his pursuit of Punk, to immediately turn to reveal ELIAS SAMSON!

{Corey Graves}
No! Please, anything but this. Get him out of here!

Kevin would lunge towards the ropes, forgetting all about CM Punk. Kevin then shifted his gaze back to Punk, only to be lifted into the air. GO TO SLEEP! IT CONNECTS ONTO KEVIN OWENS. CM Punk goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!





CM Punks rolls off of Kevin Owens as their match has finally come to an epic end. Elias Samson laughs as he turns and walks backstage as Kevin Owens rolls out of the ring and hits the floor. CM Punk stands and walks towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. He calls for a microphone before returning to the middle of the ring and sitting cross-legged in the exact spot he just pinned KO. The crowd begins cheering loudly with a few occasional screams of "Dean Ambrose". CM Punk looks down at the ground for a moment before looking out into the crowd and beginning.

{CM Punk}
Really? I am CM Punk, The Best In The World, Straight Edge, and they give me Kevin fucking Owens? Well here's some news to those of you who think I'm happy after winning this "great match", I'm not. On the contrary I'm pissed because I don't want Kevin fucking Owens, I WANT DEAN FUCKING AMBROSE!

The crowd explodes in excitement as punk looses his cool as they know this match isn't so far away, and they get to choose how Punk and Ambrose get to dismantle each other. Punk however calms down as he uses his hand to slick his hair back into place before popping his neck and continuing.

{CM Punk}
Last week I had Elias right where I wanted him. He was was mine, I had him beat. All I had to do was get into this ring and finish it. But no, that deranged lunatic decided to come down to the ring and cost me my match. Then he proceeds to make the match stipulations as "hardcore" as he can so he can do he can tear me apart. Well Dean newsflash for ya, I BLEED EXTREME!

The crowd gets excited as Punk does the same.

{CM Punk}
I was a superstar in the most extreme wrestling organization there ever was...

The crowd says along with CM Punk.


{CM Punk--Crowd}
ECW!

{CM Punk}
That makes your CZW nothing more than a cheap knock off. The fact that you not only chose nothing but extreme matches, but you actually think you can beat The Best In The World proves that your a deranged fool. You honestly thin...



Say the devil's name and he will appear. Dean Ambrose emerges out the back, a switchblade in one hand, a microphone in the other. Some of the crowd lose their mind at the sight of Dean while others don't hesitate to let him know how much they despise him after his actions last week towards Punk, Cena, and the Miz. Dean pays them no attention though and simply makes his way into the ring. He pockets hit blade and stands across from Punk, a slight smirk on his face

[Dean Ambrose]
Whoa! My bad mr Punk. I forgot that you're from the "Extreme" world. You were in ECW. So you wrestled with the likes of Sandman! *A pop form the crowd* RVD! *Another pop* And Sabu! *The crowd loses their mind* Oh wait! You didn't. You were in the watered down version of ECW that the WWE constructed. You went to "wars" with The Miz and John Morrison. Yeah, you know a lot about hardcore stuff right?

Dean laughs to himself and shakes his head before coming back to the microphone

[Dean Ambrose]
Yeah, I'm from CZW. And while it may not be as popular as other programs the one thing it does know is extreme. I've had screwdrivers to my head. Been slammed across light bulbs. Barbed wire wrapped around my throat! And I've given double what I've taken. So when it comes to hardcore wrestling, you don't have a leg to stand on. You're out classed. You're out matched. You're out of you league kid. So if I were you i'd be thinking which hospital you want to be driven too. Because you're not walking out on your own feet come Cyberslam

The crowd is going crazy seeing these two main event players standing in the ring face to face. Punk squints and tilts his head a small bit as he looks at Dean, thinking who does he think he is. Punk raises the mic to his mouth.

{CM Punk}
Really? Your calling me the kid? I've been in a Wrestling ring years longer than you. I'm more accomplished in a Wrestling ring than you. But most importantly, people actually want to see me in a Wrestling ring more than you. You come out here and degrade the WWE's version of ECW but where were you at that time? Oh that's right you were still on the independent circuit because you just weren't good enough to play with the big boys yet.

{CM Punk}
You say I went to wars in ECW, and your right I didn't get the chance to step into this ring with the greats like Sabu, Sandman, and RVD. But do you know who I did step Into the ring with?

The growd summers down as the prepare to hears Punks former opponents.

{CM Punk}
Randy Orton...

The crowd explodes showing appreciation for the name CM Punk has just called out.

{CM Punk}
The Hardy Boyz...

The crowd gets even louder as Punk names XWL's World Heavyweight champion and his brother.

{CM Punk}
Edge...

The crowds continues to go crazy at all the names Punk has called. Punk looks out through the crowd the back at Dean as he raises his arms into the air almost as if saying "see".

{CM Punk}
You see Dean, even though I might not like people like Edge who think they are the best, I respect the hell out of him. He busts his ass to get noticed and he might finally be getting his shot at CyberSlam. But you, you have no respect Dean. You have no respect for these fans. You have no respect for this business and you damn sure don't have respect for me. I saw what you and Sami Callihan did last week to John Cena and Miz. These people saw what you did. But what I and these fans have yet to understand is why you did it? Why would a deranged lunatic like you join an egotistical prick like AJ Styles?

[Dean Ambrose]
You're just a big walking contradiction aren't you Punk? Everyone that you just named? Yeah, I stepped into the ring with them too. You may respect Edge, but I don't. Because I beat him two weeks ago and unlike you I beat him so bad that I got the 1-2-3. He didn't get to high tail it out of there like he did with you. And as someone who spent have of their career on the indy scene just begging for a shot at something you'd think you'd have a little more respect for what that struggle means. But you don't because that "respect" you have for all of this is bullshit. Don't pander to this crowd like you care because you don't. And just for the record you don't have to keep bringing up WWE because I've made enough history here in XWL. Like when I beat you at Final Stand to retain the World Heavyweight Championship

Dean begins to pace back and forth his face becoming disgruntled and his eyes becoming manic

[Dean Ambrose}
Egotistical prick is a good way to describe Styles. But hearing those words leave your mouth is the very definition of the pot calling the kettle black quite honestly. That aside why'd I join Styles? Because it sounded fun Punk. There is no underline reason. There is no alternate motive. I like to fight and a man like Styles invites a lot of bad attention. I figure that if I'm around him then I'll be apart of that action. I don't need a complex reason why I should hurt people, I just do it. Just like I'm gonna hurt you at Cyberslam. I don't need a good reason to do it. It's just gonna happen. And you're right, I don't respect these fans. And I don't respect you Punk because you've shown that throughout your own career you don't have an ounce of respect to show towards anyone. I respect violence. I respect the will to pick yourself up after you've been knocked down. I respect having to wipe the blood from your eyes and keep going!

Dean smiles a crooked smile, his blood boiling and his hands getting antsy

[Dean Ambrose]
But I'm not coming to Cyberslam to gain your respect or their approval *The crowd boo* I'm coming to walk down the road I've always walked down. The one littered with missing teeth and broken bones. I'm coming for the welts and bruises that come with the match types I have issued. I'm not coming for a handshake or a head nod of approval Punk I'M COMING FOR YOUR HEAD!

CM Punk looks at Ambrose in amusement and begins to laugh. He points at Ambrose.

{CM Punk}
You?

Punk then points at himself.

{CM Punk}
Coming for me?

Punk continues to laugh. You can tell that punk truly finds this funny in his facial expressions. Finally he stops laughing as Ambrose continues to grow more and more angry as it seems Punk isn't taking him seriously.

{CM Punk}
You want to talk about history Dean? Let's  talk history. How about the fact that I am the longest reigning Elite Champion in XWL. How about the fact I held onto the Elite Championship for 217 days. How about the fact that I went six months without being pinned or submitted? You were the World Heavyweight Champion for  what, 98 days? Before that you were Champion for a mere 28 days. I'm not sure if you can count Dean due to all the "broken bones, missing teeth, and head injuries" but those numbers just don't add up to be even remotely on the same level as my one.

Punk paces the ring as he continues.

{CM Punk}
And yeah Dean, maybe it does seem like I'm the pot calling the kettle black, but you wanna know the difference between me and AJ Styles? The difference is that I busted my ass and proved I'm the Best In The World. AJ Styles does nothing but bitch, moan, and quit when he doesn't get his way. So he constructs a ridiculous contract, and brings his cronies in to ensure everything goes his way. And what the first thing he does when he isn't getting his way with Cena and Miz? He goes and hires two more brain dead idiots to join "the club". But my question to you Dean, is have you even thought this through? I mean sure people will hate you now, sure you'll be nothing but AJ's little bitch, but what do you think you'll get out of it? Because if you honestly think AJ would let you, Sami, or those two bald headed screw jobs to get a championship match before him then your even more fucked up in the head than I thought. AJ Styles cares about nothing but AJ Styles. So you can sit there and be AJ's errand boy bitch, because after I beat you at CyberSlam that's all you'll be known for.

Now it's Dean's turn to slightly laugh

[Dean Ambrose]
You keep talking about that historic run with the Elite title but you're forgetting three things Punk. One, it's easy to stay champ when you're literally knocking down nobodies and doing only one on one matches. The moment you got REAL competition you got embarrassed. Speaking of getting embarrassed, two, you lost in twenty three seconds. So yeah, you had a great run but clearly it was the most disappointing finish that any champion ever had. In twenty three seconds Lesnar wiped away everything you created. All you proved is that when you had to go against real competition you choked. And three, god what was it, oh yeah! YOU'VE NEVER BEAT ME. You want to talk about being someone's bitch, you've been mine for years now kid

Dean's hand are getting itchy and you can see hit patience with just talking are coming to an end

[Dean Ambrose]
And here is the thing Punk, you keep trying to tell me "Mistake" this and "Mistake" that but I think what you don't understand is I don't care. I'm Dean Ambrose, I'll do whatever the hell I want. The Bullet Club and the Switchblade conspiracy have an understanding. We work together, we can do whatever the fuck we want around here. And if one crosses the other...there will be a war. I'm not gonna stop AJ from doing a damn thing and he isn't gonna stop me. I'm not scared of AJ backstabbing me. Just like I'm not afraid of you. You keep trying to bring him into this to negate away from the fact that at Cyberslam, you're going to lose. And the funny part is it's your fault. You started this. You interrupted me weeks ago because you can't just mind your own business. You're not sweatin' me. Hey, that's fine man. Cause I'm not sweatin' you either. The only difference between us is because history has proved that you can't touch me. So when all is said and done, and you've lost, just let it be known it as because of your own arroga...

WHAM!...CM Punks decks Ambrose right in the side of the head with his microphone. Dean stumbles back as Punk starts whaling away at Ambrose. Ambrose falls to a knee while taking punch after punch. Punk turns away from Ambrose and screams into the crowd as they go nuts. Punk nods his head before continuing to deal out the damage before...CLOTHESLINE! Punk falls right to the mat with the help of Ambroses right arm. Ambrose leans on top of Punk before dealing out a few rapid punches of his own. Ambrose stands over Punk and laughs. He picks Punk up to his feet and throws him into the ropes, Punk rebounds and returns to Ambrose before he dropkicks Ambrose. Ambrose falls back into the ropes but rebounds himself before yet again clotheslineing Punk. punk rolls towards the ropes as Ambrose stands. Ambrose not yet done follows him and picks him up. Ambrose ready to end this kicks Punk in the gut, pulls his arms over and hits the Dirty Deeds!...WAIT NO...Punk somehow manuvers his way out of the hold, picks Dean up onto his shoulders, AND HITS HIM WITHT HE GTS! Dean falls to the ground. Punk walks to the edge of the ring and picks up the mic he used to hit dean with, and wlks back over to dean before he kneels down and talks into the mic.

{CM PUNK}
See ya Sunday Dean...



Punk tosses the mic and rolls out of the ring before XWL fades to a commercial break.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 4:48 pm





An image appears on the screen, which could only mean one thing: The arrival of XWL's “It” Couple and another installment of the critically acclaimed talk show “Miz TV.”



Quiet on the set!

Can we please have quiet on the set?


An array of images fill the Titantron, each flashing for a fraction of a fraction of a second before darkness falls over the arena, but it's only for a brief second.



AWESOME!

Many moments pass before the theme abruptly comes to an end, leaving the live audience in attendance to look around in confusion, trying to find the answer as to where the former IGWP Tag Team Champion and the host of Miz TV is. The universal question soon has its answer at the Titantron begins to play a live video, showing a cameraman running towards the sounds of blows connecting with flesh off in the distance. After a few twists and turns, the source is quickly revealed to be AJ Styles and The Miz engaging in a war of attrition, each blow being answered back by the other man with neither of them being the apparent winner in this soon to be brawl.

When it looked like there would be no Superstar with the clear advantage, Styles throws a wild haymaker, sending The Miz stumbling a few steps backwards, stopping himself from going any further on a nearby wall. Styles advances forward, trying to turn this crusade in his favor but The Miz returns the favor and throws a haymaker of his own, causing “The Phenomenal One” to stagger backwards, an almost mirrored repeat from a few moments ago. This time it's The Miz on the offensive, connecting with a second, albeit seemingly weaker haymaker, trying to keep this ever shifting momentum in his corner.

The Miz goes for the hat trick but Styles his having none of it and manages to duck the incoming attack, returning fire with a swift but precise forearm directly connecting onto The Miz's jaw, sending XWL's resident “Most Must See Superstar” reeling backwards, the nearby crate being the only thing keeping him on his feet. Styles, like a shark, now smells blood in the water and follows up with a flurry of forearms to The Miz's unprotected face, causing the crowd to count along out of impulse but quickly lose track of the amount after around the fifth or sixth due to the speed Styles is throwing them out. He is eventually stopped by The Miz, who shoves him back out of instinct in an attempt to keep himself in this one.

Styles takes a few steps forward to, in his mind, finish what he started but almost as quick as lightning, he's stopped in his tracks by a stinging slap that comes from outside the camera's view, the sound of the open palm meeting Styles' cheek echoing throughout the hollowed corridors that is the backstage area. The camera turns and reveals the culprit to be Maryse, doing whatever she could to help her husband in this impromptu brawl, or in this case, give him some breathing room to come up with a strategy to walk away with the momentum heading into Cyberslam or just to walk away at all. The leader of The Club still hasn't moved an inch, a faint imprint of Maryse's hand appearing on his cheek and a thousand yard stare filling his eyes before they shift towards the woman responsible for stopping his brutal assault.

With Maryse shouting at him in French, Styles doesn't care enough to hire a translator and takes a step towards her, his intent clearly showing itself with every passing moment. Before he could do anything, The Miz, like a rocket, charges at Styles, grabbing him by the waist and sending him back first into the closest wall he could find, causing “The Phenomenal One” to fall to his knees, his back arched in pain. The Miz lands a few stomps onto the fallen Styles for good measure before stumbling his way towards Maryse, checking to see if she's okay. When she mouths what could only be assumed to be yes in French, The Miz thanks her for her assistance and motions to her to get somewhere safe, causing her to make her way down a corridor before turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

The Miz turns his attention back towards Styles, who is slowly making his way up to his feet, and spots a cart with what must be upwards of ten steel chairs all lined up perfectly with one another a few feet away. Hatching an idea on how to put this to an end, The Miz makes his way towards the cart, looking over the collection of chairs, searching for the perfect one to use on Styles. Upon making his selection, he removes it and makes his way back towards the man he intends to use that on. At this point, Styles has made it up to his knees while The Miz is standing in front of him, the steel chair firmly in his grasp.

Styles is heard mouthing, “You won't do it, coward!” causing The Miz to raise the chair above his head. Before he can bring it down and put an end to this backstage brawl, it's snatched from behind him, causing him to turn around right into a stiff punch, nearly sending him towards the wall he had just slammed Styles into and almost knocking him out on the spot. The culprits? None other than Styles' “Good Brothers,” Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson. Without hesitation, they begin unloading on The Miz, forcing him into a defensive position to even stand a chance against this vicious assault. Styles has now made it up to his feet with the help of the wall that was used to take him down and looks on as Gallows and Anderson put down the beating of a lifetime on The Miz before he joins in with a few stomps of his own, repaying him for earlier.

The wave of momentum has now clearly turned towards the side of The Club as The Miz tries his best to cover up against the various punches, kicks, stomps, forearms and the like but it seems almost futile. The assault begins to slow down as Styles has noticed a stray table leaning against the wall, motioning towards the rest of The Club, who quickly realize what Styles has planned for one of his Cyberslam opponents in a few days. Almost instantly, Gallows and Anderson begin to make their way towards the table as Styles keeps The Miz grounded, but taking this as his only opening, the “Awesome” Superstar takes a hold of Styles' leg and kicks the other one out from under him, causing Styles to fall to the ground with a thud.

The Miz tries to mount a comeback but before he could even get started, it's put to an end instantly as Gallows sends him crumbling down onto the concrete floor with a steel chair. Anderson begins setting up the table while Gallows helps Styles up to his feet before dragging The Miz towards the table, wanting to put an end to this brawl with a bang. Styles begins barking orders, leading to Gallows lifting The Miz up off the floor as Anderson begins setting himself up for what's next. Gallows wraps his arm around The Miz's neck before throwing his potential victim's arm over his own neck as Anderson is standing on the other side of the table for what could only be the Magic Killer. As Gallows begins to lift The Miz up into the air, he's stopped his tracks by The Miz's partner against The Club in John Cena.

Cena begins unloading clubbing blows towards Gallows' exposed back, forcing the bigger man to release The Miz so he could deal with the new threat that has joined them. Styles and Anderson join the fray, causing Cena's punches to hit a different target with every shot he takes, bringing the momentum back into his and The Miz's corner. He sees an opening and goes right for Styles in an attempt to take out the leader of The Club in hopes that the rest will crumble in suit but that immediately turns out to be a mistake as the other two members of The Club do everything in their power to stop Cena from hitting the AA on Styles, leading to them unloading everything they have, an almost mirrored version of what they did to The Miz earlier on.

Just when things looked dire for Cena, The Miz rejoins the fight, catching Anderson, who had just started to look up, with a direct hit to the head from a trash can lid, sending him down to the concrete ground courtesy of The Miz. Next on the list is Gallows, who receives the same fate but only drops down to a knee. The final target is the man that started it all in AJ Styles, who avoids contact by ducking under it before counter attacking with a Pele Kick, causing the trash can lid to be driven into The Miz's skull and sending both men towards the unprotected and unforgiving floor, neither man getting the better of that exchange as Styles holds his back in pain and The Miz is shown holding his head.

After a brief lull in the action, Cena and Gallows are the first up to their feet and waste no time going at each others throats. Cena is the first to strike, sending the bigger man a step backwards, but Gallows isn't one to be defeated so easily, retaliating with a punch of his own. The battle for supremacy is underway as neither man wants to be on the losing end of this battle of resiliency, each matching the other punch for punch, haymaker for haymaker. One swift but precise kick is all it takes to shift the momentum towards Cena's corner, giving him precious moments to gather the other half of The Miz's weapon in the nearby trash can, opting to deliver a stiff kick towards Gallows' abdomen before putting said trash can over the bigger man's upper body.

A few feet away, both Styles and The Miz have made it to a knee, exchanging blows as they try to race to see who will be the first to make it to a vertical position. Styles gets the upper hand with a stray back elbow, nearly sending The Miz back down to the ground and resetting his progress but all it does is give him the opportunity he required to get the trash can lid and catch an unsuspecting AJ Styles with it across his head, dazing “The Phenomenal One.”  The Miz sees Cena's handiwork and opts to help him out by grabbing Styles, getting a running start before sending him into his trash can covered “Good Brother,” eliminating them from this brawl for the moment.

With two members down, both Cena and The Miz turn their attention to the third but the second they turn around, Anderson is charging at them with a kendo stick in hand. He takes a wild swing at The Miz, who barely ducks it, causing the kendo stick to be sent flying off camera into another dimension, giving The Miz the perfect opportunity to lock Anderson in a full nelson. He goes to sweep the leg for the Skull Crushing Finale but looks at Cena, exchanging a look before giving a quick nod and releases the hold, instead shoving him forward towards his partner. Being unable to react in time, he's now on Cena's shoulders for all of a brief moment before being sent into the table that was set up for The Miz without hesitation.

The duo looks around at the destruction around them, somehow managing to get the better of The Club on this night, but with their handicap match looming over the horizon, will they be able to repeat history or will they crumble under the pressure and become just another of The Club's victims. And with an option to add a potential fourth member to their list of opponents in Sami Callihan, how will the team of John Cena and The Miz be able to combat the numbers game when inside a ring as opposed to the backstage area? After surveying the aftermath of this impromptu brawl, Cena is heard mouthing, “See you at Cyberslam,” before both men begin to leave the area, the final shot being of The Club being bested tonight.


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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 5:48 pm

As the commercial break ends, we return to nothing...but darkness. You can see little glimmers of light scattered throughout the pitch black, giving us the idea that we must be ringside, and you can hear the crowd anxiously making sounds, cheers, screaming, random shoutouts, but that's all. It's as if the building lost power, but as we know...that isn't the case, no...there's a particular Superstar that loves to make an entrance, and a big one at that, every chance he gets. It starts with the lights turned off, just like they are now...and then, just when we feel like we can't take it anymore when we feel as if we'll burst if something doesn't happen within the next 30 seconds, the arrival of The Golden One draws near. And tonight is no exception, for as the anticipation grows more and more, as we at home sit on the edge of our beds, our couches, our recliners damn near tipping them over from leaning so close to our televisions...the titantron lights up, revealing the words "THE BEST" in silver lettering. 






When those words appear the arena comes alive, screaming louder, the cheers ramping up because there's only one man that can get away with referring to himself as "the best" the man that time after time has made a strong case as for why he is, the man that in the last year has gone from great, to gold reinventing himself in a way that's drawn The XWL Universe in more than ever before. While saying "you're the best" is a bold claim, it's one we can't argue with, one we stopped arguing with a while ago, especially after winning The World Heavyweight Championship at the start of the year on ONE leg. But soon those words dissipate, and what remains is nothing but silver dust blowing across the screen suddenly turning gold, as it forms what in bright gold lettering "366 Days A Year."  






Ever since Matt Sydal was named Superstar of The Year he's taken great pride in that acknowledgment, in fact, he's the only winner of that award, or any other for that matter that carries it with him every week, that goes as far as revamping his entire ring attire in dedication to said achievement. And with a man that's all about making an entrance that leaves no question as to who is about to come out onto the stage, it only makes sense that his entrance embodies that same ideal. For he's not Superstar of just ANY year, no he's Superstar of a LEAP year. And 6 months later he's still going strong.  


[Mauro Ranallo]
Pardon the radio silence ladies and gentlemen, but as always this entrance is so mesmerizing you just feel wrong speaking while it's going on but we want to welcome you back to tonight's edition of Anarchy, and in just a matter of minutes we'll have one HELL of a contest for you.


[Corey Graves]
That's right Mauro, last week Matt Sydal reminded everyone why he is who he is when he not only sent a message to The World Heavyweight Champion, The Broken King, Matt Hardy. But in a Fatal Four Way battle of contenders, would have luck on his side, and thanks to Matt Hardy he would have the opportunity to land a Springboard Golden Star Press and PIN The Monster Among Men, Braun Strowman.


[Mauro Ranallo]
Many were left confused as to why Matt Hardy didn't try to screw Sydal out of a win, but I believe that's all further reason why Matt Hardy is such an incredibly dangerous champion because you don't know what he will do, or when he will do it. You think he's R-Truth's friend? Well, surprise surprise Mathias threw Scordrick in the Nile River to CLAIM THE GOLD FOR HIS OWN!


[Corey Graves]
Plus what's better, doing the same thing someone did to you or throwing a wrench into the situation by being the reason they finally got one over on the MONSTER that threw you around for the better part of a month? And now tonight he gets revenge the way a KING gets revenge, one on one, in the match they were originally set to have in a few days at Cyberslam.


[Mauro Ranallo]
This is going to be a match you do not wanna miss, much like this entrance, because now the titantron has once again gone dark, and Matt Sydal's arrival is imminent.



With an ego we've grown to love, we find ourselves hating this part of his entrance because now once again after our excitement was raised further, it's cut off by nothing...except the reality that within moments his theme will sound and we'll sing along like we were at camp along the fire. But given Sydal's love of suspense, we know it's coming, but not how long, will it be 5 seconds, 30, or even a full minute? We're still waiting for the day his entrance stops for a commercial break, and we come back only to find that he's still only on the ramp. Is that day tonight? Hey, who knows.






Turns out it wasn't even 5 seconds before his theme sounds, and immediately we're singing along "WHEN EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH TOUCH" echoes in massive droves from the audience, pausing for a moment in tune with theme before continuing "TURNS TO GOLD GOLD GOLD!" It's still amazing to see what difference a year makes, a theme we hated, an entrance that made us groan with every second it dragged on, now is one of the moments we most look forward to, and a song we can't help but sing along with.  


[Mauro Ranallo]
Do you hear that, Corey? The XWL Universe is singing along, the fans have been infected with the gloriously gold tune of one Matt Sydal.

[Corey Graves]
It is quite catchy, and this is an incredible entrance every time we witness it, but is tonight really the time to make such an entrance? He's going one on one with The World Heavyweight Champion, a match that could either give him a wave of momentum or perhaps spell his impending failure at Cyberslam regardless of who the fans vote to be included in their match.


[Mauro Ranallo]
It's a part of who he is, what makes him The Golden Ticket of XWL. Plus, let's not forget that Matt Sydal has pinned The Broken King on 2 separate occasions within the last several months.


[Corey Graves]
Let's remind everyone that was BEFORE Broken Matt Hardy took the throne, you're looking at an entirely different Matt Hardy.



With the fans continually singing along, soon a golden pyrotechnics begin to crash down on the stage like a waterfall.  





Showring the stage in gold, a panhandler's dream come to life, a figure can be spotted directly behind it, their golden tickets glistening even brighter, giving us a view of all sorts of golden gues, and the sparks from the fireworks that rain down. It's an incredible sight, one that's magnified further by the man sporting a jacket of some sorts stepping through the cascading pyro, spreading his arms out, parting the stream in half, as his gloved hands form together, and the camera zooms in revealing the image of a Slammy. As if that wasn't enough because nothing is ever too much for this Superstar...suddenly our eyes drift down, to see none other than his actual Slammy being raised up from within the ramp as if summoned by his gloves signaling for it. Once it's raised to his feet, he reaches down and thrusts it into the air to a massive pop, but shortly turns to cries for help as The Broken King walks out onto the stage, with Reby Hardy not far behind holding onto the World Heavyweight title. He bursts out into a full sprint hitting Matt Sydal in the back of the head causing him to drop his Slammy, and roll down the ramp

[Mauro Ranallo]
Oh look at this coward act from The King! It just makes me sick to my stomach just to see this..


[Corey Graves]
A coward act? Are you kidding me Mauro? Can you remind me who walked out here last week during The Broken King's match to cost him the win? My memory is a bit vague so please Mauro enlighten me, and the people all around the world? Who did the coward act last week?

[Mauro Ranallo]
Uhhh... Matt... Matt Sydal did...

[Corey Graves]
Oh so your saying Mr. Perfect isn't so great after all? Wow.. I am so shocked, and really appalled by Matt Sydal's actions last week. You know what you are Mauro? A hypocrite!

The fans boo as The Broken King's stands at the top of the ramp laughing to himself as he is proud of his actions. He begins to walk down the ramp until something shiny catches his eye, and stops dead in his tracks as he looks downto see Matt Sydal's Slammy for "Superstar Of The Year". An evil grin cross the face of The Broken King's as it appears an evil plan a has been made.

[Mauro Ranallo]
NO! NO!! DON'T DO IT!!

[Corey Graves]
Oh things are about to get real interesting...

The Broken King[/i] bends down picking the Slammy off the floor, and he raises it high into the air. A smile grows upon The Broken King as he gazes upon the Slammy as it glistens in the light by this time Matt Sydal is showing life, and is struggling to get up to a knee.

.:The Broken King Matt Hardy:.
Just like I you too shall become.... BROKEN...

Matt Sydal looks up just in time to seeThe Broken King throwing down the Slammy as hard as possible causing it to break as it hits the ground. The Broken King extends his hands outward laughing at his beautifully worded pun. This is the loudest we have ever heard the fans boo before as the one of the greatest gifts they could give to a wrestler has been destroyed right before their very eyes.

[Mauro Ranallo]
WHAT THE HELL?! WHY IS NO ONE STOPPING THIS MAD KING!?!?!?

[Corey Graves]
Mauro do you not understand payback is a BITCH!

A spark of rage strikes through the body of Matt Sydal as he quickly gets up to his feet, and rushes towards The Broken King. The two men begin changing blows back, and forth, but it is Matt Sydal who gets the upper hand by throwing an unpredictable kick to the stomach of The Broken King. Reby Hard yells for her king to stay on his guard. The Broken King bends down grabbing onto his stomach which allows Matt Sydal time to unload a furry of blows upon The King himself. The Broken King falls to the ground, but is immediately lift up to his feet by Matt Sydal. He pulls The Broken King towards the barricade, and begins banging The Broken King's head repeatably onto the barricade.

[Mauro Ranallo]
This is exactly what Matt Hardy deserves! He did not need to break Matt Sydal's Slammy, but you see now with ever action has a reaction!

At that moment the lights in the arena abruptly shut off.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Okay.. What's going on?

[Corey Graves]
It's like what you said Mauro with ever action has a reaction!

The lights come back on to reveal Brother Nero standing behind Matt Sydal. The crowd begins booing as Brother Nero drives his elbow in almost the exact spot  where The Broken King's hit before. Matt Sydal drops to the ground, but on the way down his head bounces off the barricade. The Broken King, who was leaning against the barricade during that scuffle comes to his senses, he sees Brother Nero standing over Matt Sydal, and his beloved queen next to him making sure he is alright. The Broken King smiles, and pushes off the barricade now standing on his own. He looks to Brother Nero with a smile.

.:The Broken King Matt Hardy:.
The King must always have his faithful Knight to protect him when he is caught off-guard. Now let us teach this peasant why all should kneel before The King...

The two nod at each other, and pick Matt Sydal up to his feet. The Broken King grabs Sydal's left arm, and then placing his head underneath Sydal's arm. Then The Broken King places his arm around the neck of Matt Sydal. Brother Nero grabs Sydals's right arm, and then placing his head underneath Sydal's arm. Brother Nero then places his arm around the neck of Matt Sydal.

[Corey Graves]
Looks like they are thinking double suplex here Mauro! You better be ready to see the end of Matt Sydal, because if this continues there will be no CyberSlam for Matt Sydal.

[Mauro Ranallo]
I can't believe this... Everyone with children you might want to have them revert their eyes for the rest of this program it's about to get ugly...

The two lift Sydal, and deliver a spine shattering suplex on the outside. Sydal grabs his back then lets a scream of pain. The Broken King, and Brother Nero quickly get up to their feet then begin stomping away at Matt Sydal's body.  

[Corey Graves]
Isn't this a beautiful moment Mauro? Brothers who were bitter enemies months ago are now as close as ever taking out the most annoying golden idiot to walk the earth..

[Mauro Ranallo]
Beautiful? They are teaming up on a man out here all by himself, and there is no one to stop them...

The Broken King pulls Sydal up to his feet, and then Irish whips him really hard into the barricade upon impact Sydal bounces off, and collapses to the floor. The Broken King laughs loudly as he is stands over Matt Sydal proud of his, and his Knight, Brother Nero's handy work. Brother Nero lifts Matt Sydal to his feet, and then begins pulling him towards the ring. He rolls Matt Sydal into the ring, and he then turns to The Broken King

-Brother Nero-
My king... he is yours for the taking..

The Broken King smiles, and makes his advancement towards the ring where Sydal lies flat on the mat. He slides into the the ring, but not alone Reby Hardy, and The King's Knight, Brother Nero, enter the ring right behind The King. The Broken King walks towards Matt Sydal's motionless bod. He begins doing his trademark DELETE taunt as Sydal starts to show some life by barely moving. He comes to a knee, and The Broken King lifts him up the rest of the way up to his feet hitting him with The Broken Fate without any hesitation. The Broken King lies there on the ground, and begins laughing as he has gotten what he has wanted humiliation. He gets up to his feet, and over his handy work. 

[Corey Graves]
What a beautiful example that no one should ever take The Broken King lightly..

[Mauro Ranallo]
Yeah or him and his psycho brother will come, and brutally assault you..

[Corey Graves]
Oh haha real mature Mauro you know damn well that the Hardyz are the greatest of all space, and time! Our King will prove just that at CyberSlam...

The fans booing echoes throughout the entire arena as The Broken King stands up then places a boot on the chest of Matt Sydal, and Reby Hardy walks up to his left handing over his World Heavyweight title. He grabs hold of it yet, and hoists it high into the air with his left hand. Reby places her left hand on her King's right shoulder. Brother Nero stands on the left side of The Broken King. The last image we see before going to commercial is the Royal family standing tall.


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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 5:58 pm

Following a commercial break, we see a vignette start to roll on the screen. The scene that plays out is a familiar one as it happened just last week on Anarchy. A dramatized version of the clash between JBL and Samoa Joe flashes throughout the arena, finally culminating with the lovely Layla announcing the voting options for the Intercontinental championship match at Cyberslam.

As the recap fades out and the lights kick back on, the Intercontinental champion Bad News Barrett is already standing in the center of the ring, clad in a full suit with his title draped over his shoulder.


-Bad News Barrett-
Well Cleveland, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. It seems that the powers that be have made an executive decision to take away my right to choose my challenger at Cyberslam. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to run from a fight, but at Downpour I had to win a triple threat to earn the title and now I might have to do it again at Cyberslam. I would like to say that I have faith in the XWL universe to make the right choice and give me a one on one match so that I can truly put on a showcase, but then I look around and those hopes come crashing down.



Something tells me that Barrett's hopes once again came crashing down as the theme of Samoa Joe has just hit the airwaves within the arena. Joe marches through the curtain and out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd. As always, the reaction never seems to phase Joe as he takes it all in stride and makes his way down to the ring looking all business as usual. Some hopeful members of the XWL universe who sit alongside the ramp stick their hands out in the hope that Joe will make their day and slap their hand, sadly for these fans, as usual, today is not that day as Joe just breezes past them and turns the corner, he climbs the steps and wastes no time in stepping through the ropes and entering the ring. Joe walks right past Barrett and over to the other side of the ring where he signals for a mic, a ringside tech grabs one and walks over to the side of the ring where he proceeds to hand Joe the mic through the ropes. Joe grabs the mic and walks right towards Barrett until the two men stand face to face, mere inches from each other.

(Samoa Joe)
What's a matter champ? can't handle the pressure of being hunted like an animal? The old saying goes like this, "if you can't handle the heat, then get the hell out of the kitchen." The fact is Wade, when you made the choice to go ahead and win that championship? in that moment, you also made the decision to slap a big target on your back. You're not the predator anymore Barrett, you're now the prey and Joe's the predator who's on the hunt. Lemme let ya in on something, some veteran advice for ya if you will, ya see, winning a championship isn't just about carrying some gold around with you from airport to airport and gloating about how great you are, it's about having the heart of a champion and having the will and determination to fight off the challengers night after night. That's the spirit of a champion, that's the championship drive that becomes instilled into the warrior's soul, and even though you are currently a champion, something tells me you don't have that heart Wade, or that determination, you don't have the championship drive, and in my eyes, that makes you WEAK! I'm like the shark in the water Wade, all I see before me is a wounded animal, and that wound Wade? it's your confidence, and it's bleeding out at a rapid rate. I'm gonna put you and your title reign out of commission at Cyberslam Barrett, and when I do? don't take it personal, understand that it's just business for me and putting people out of commission just happens to be what I do for a living, and I'm the best there is at it.

(Samoa Joe)

Ya see Wade, as you stand before me, your fear is evident, I sense a man who fears his future, you fear the inevitable, and the inevitable is the fans voting for me to be across the ring from you at Cyberslam. And Wade? I've got some "bad news" for you, where it's just me and you, or whether it's me, you, and JBL, it's all irrelevant to me, the bottom line is, if they vote to put me in the ring at Cyberslam with the Intercontinental Championship on the line? then there's 2 things that you can bet on, you can bet on Samoa Joe walking out as Intercontinental Champion and taking that belt home to So-Cal, and you can bet on the fact that JOE'S GONNA KILL YOU!!!



Joe and Barrett both look up towards the ramp with a look of disappointment as the theme belonging to the most hated man in XWL fills the arena. The crowd begins to boo as none other than JBL walks out onto the stage followed by Virgil and Big Show. The three original Cabinet members begin making their way down to the ring as Virgil hands JBL a mic and he begins to speak.

$JBL$
You've got to be kidding me. Joe who the hell do you think you are giving anyone championship advice? If I recall correctly you've never held a championship here in XWL, so why is it you seem to THINK you know everything there is to know about being a champion? You can come out here and flap your gums all you want, but you and I both know the truth.....

JBL has by now made it to the ring and up the steel steps. He motions for Virgil and Big Show to stay outside of the ring as he climbs through the ropes and walks between Joe and Barrett.

$JBL$
You will NEVER be champion. You wanna talk about death Joe? Well here's a spoiler alert. When I hit you with this...

JBL pats his arm that is used for the Clothesline from hell.

$JBL$
You won't be waking up and you damn sure won't be walking out with MY Intercontinental championship. You'll have yourself a one way ticket straight to hell!

you can see Joe's anger rising as JBL sends some hard hitting words his way, but JBL changes his attention now to Barrett.

$JBL$
And you. Your complaining about having to  defend MY Intercontinental Championship in a triple threat? Your not the only one having to fight for this championship in a triple threat two times in a row son. But the difference between me and you, is I earned that belt, you on the other hand did nothing but steal it you bucktoothed, Judge Judy Wannabe, son of a bi...

But before JBL can even finish his sentence Barrett has heard enough. He rears his arm back, AND HITS THE BULL HAMMER...but not on it's meant target. Just in time to miss the elbow JBL ducks, allowing the Bull Hammer to connect, sending Samoa Joe thudding to the ground. JBL looks down at Joe in shock. But shock quickly turns to anger as he now turns his attention to Barrett and Barrett does the same. They lock up and begin brawling, punching back and fourth, Barrett, JBL, Barrett, JBL, Barrett, JBL, Barrett...but then a giants hand wraps itself around Barrett's throat. During the wildly thrown punches Barrett hadn't realized Big Show and Virgil had made their way into the ring.

Big Show keeps his grip on Barrett, not allowing him to move much besides his legs and arms whaling around. JBL shakes off the last punch he received before realizing completely what's going on. He sees his Giant holding onto Barrett and this obviously pleases him as he then begins to laugh. He looks to Virgil and nods sending Virgil out of the ring, and beginning to search for something under the ring. Meanwhile JBL takes this time to get closer to the enemy. We walks to Barrett and grabs his face with one hand and pointing at him with the other.


$JBL$
You thought you could blindside me? Son, your gonna learn your lesson tonight, screw CyberSlam!

JBL slaps Barrett and continues to yell at him as the camera switches back to Virgil. He finally seems to have found what he was looking for as he stands up holding a sledgehammer hammer. He smiles as he backs up, but suddenly stops as he backs up into something he didn't seem to think was there. He turns around and his eyes pop out of his head as he is face to face with SAMOA JOE. Joe grabs Virgil and tosses him into the barricade, then runs and clotheslines him right over it into the crowd. Joe then turns around to see what is happening in the ring, yet they haven't realized what's happened outside of the ring. joe looks down before bending over and picking up the sledgehammer Virgil just retrieved. He slides into the ring behind JBL and Big Show to prepare for his moment.

JBL and Big Show continue "bullying" Barrett, not realizing Joe is right behind them with a sledgehammer. But Barrett on the other hand does. Joe smiles as he decides now is his time. He rears back...WHAM! He plants the sledgehammer right behind Big Shows knee, forcing him to loose his grip and fall to one knee. Barrett falls to his knees and catches his breath as JBL turns to see Samoa Joe wielding a sledgehammer behind a fallen Big Show. JBL shakes his head no as Joe smiles and holds the sledgehammer in the air right above Big Shows head. JBL almost begging Joe not to do it but his pleas help not, because suddenly JOE SWINGS THE SLEDGEHAMMER DECKING BIG SHOW RIGHT IN THE HEAD!

Big Show falls face first to the mat and JBL rolls out of the ring finding this his opportunity to get away without getting harmed himself. But it doesn't matter to Joe because now that he's dealt with the henchmen he's not worried about the "Wrestling God". No he wants payback for the Bull Hammer he got hit with just a few minutes before. He looks down at Barrett who looks up at him, then Joe points the Sledgehammer at him. Barrett not going to take a beating lying down stands up, or at least attempts to before Joe rears back and plants the sledgehammer right into Barrett's gut. Barrett leans forward as Joe just smiles. Joe drops the sledgehammer and Irish whips Barrett into the ropes, going for a Samoan Slam. As Barrett runs back joe, but Barrett has different plans. He kicks joe in the gut, Irish whips Joe into the ropes, and as joe comes flying back...CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!

Joe folds in half and flys backwards across the ring. Neither he or Barrett saw JBL stalking them, waiting for his moment until finally striking. JBL on one knee looks across the ring at a lifeless joe before standing up to finish the job with Barrett, he stands all the way up onto his feet, turns back towards Barrett...BULL HAMMER. JBL falls flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Barrett then Picks up the Intercontinental championship, raises it up into the air, and placed his foot onto JBL's chest as his theme begins to play.




the camera pans around the ring showing bodies laid out, destruction, and carnage. The final picture before Anarchy fades to a commercial is Barrett, Standing tall, holding onto the Intercontinental title.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 7:17 pm



XWL returns backstage to the sight of The Best DAMN Wrestler in the company, Edge who is roaming the halls looking for someone. Edge looks focused, but more rather pissed as you can here his heels thud to the concrete backstage as he marches through the halls-- the look in his eyes show genuine anger as he makes his way backstage. After a few moments Edge's focus turns toward the Camera as the camera crew pulls up and begins asking Edge for another infamous interview with one of the three picks for the World Heavyweight Championship match. After enough nagging from the man behind the camera, Edge finally gives in and gives a crazed look toward the man hold a tenth of a million dollars in hands as if he was about to kill him-- funny enough another "Edgy" thing about. After a few more seconds Edge stops his walk in the hallway and the man behind the camera begins to play another game of "Twenty Questions: XWL Edition" with Edge.

[Camera Man]
Edge, earlier in the night we got information that said you weren't booked to fight tonight, what are your current thoughts?

At the sound of Edge not fighting, Edge could hear the crowd get loud and cheer in joy , then followed by "YOU'RE-NOT-WORTHY" chants and the iconic five claps, and hearing this Edge's face grew a little more red in anger. Edge looked almost like he was going to hit the man for asking, but after a moment he calms down a little and begins to empty his mind.



EDGE
Why would you ask such a STUPID question?.. I should end your life right hear-- get the handcuffs ready, because I'm about to go to jail for what I'm about to do... don't look so scared, I was only joking; you want to know what I honestly think right now? XWL just lost profit for not putting me in the ring tonight, and in fact Layla and the higher ups screwed me!.. I have been back over a year now, and sure I had my moments, but this is utter shit... I am the Best DAMN Wrestler in this company-- undisputed. Matt Sydal can't tell you different, not Chris Jericho, not even that sorry sack of crap: C.M. Punk can tell you different... And you wanna know why? I work my ass off. I step in that ring and get shit done-- do I always win? No, but do I make that match a marvel to watch? And then I grab that microphone and I leave fifteen, twenty thousand people speechless. That's all by myself, I don't need support of anyone.. And yet the higher ups don't want me to fight. Hey that's on them, I'll sit back and enjoy the night off while the rating drop for tonight. I don't need to prove myself... The people don't want to admit it, but a majority wait for me to get on their t.v. screens, but they don't want to admit it; the truth is, this show isn't all about Matt Sydal and his "golden touch". No, I AM the main attraction for XWL, but if people don't want to me to fight, that's not my problem.

Edge shrugs his shoulders and begins to march off, but the camera man catches him with an off guard question-- as usual. At the sound of it Edge rolls his eyes, signifying he has better things to do, and deep down he seemed irritated as all hell. The audience is listening to every word, booing when he disses them, but the it seems that some of the things he said was right-- maybe he was the "main attraction" now.

[Camera Man]
Edge, forgive me, but you just told me that your care free and don't really care if your booked or not. Then why did you seem so angry just a moment ago?

EDGE
The thing is... even though, I don't need to fight tonight, I kinda wanted to. You see, we are on the brink of Cyberslam and it is not if I get voted into the match, it is when-- like I said last week, but WHEN I get into that match I want to be ready. Tonight was going to prove as the last bit of momentum I needed before I finally take the World Heavyweight Championship for the third time, but it seems I'm resting tonight, an-

[???]
Edge! Just the man I was looking for.

At the sound of being interrupted, Edge slowly turns his head with a very disgusted look, and the sound of the voice he bites his tongue because the woman who burst his thought was no other than the General Manger: Layla. As she walks into the frame the XWL crowd erupts into praise for the woman, and a smile comes across her face as well. Edge still has an intense, crazy look in his eye giving his response.

EDGE
What do you want? I have no business with you, I'm not even booked.

Layla seeming puzzled

[GM: Layla]
What? Nobody told you?.. Edge, you have a match tonight. The reason it wasn't on the card, because it is a surprise. Edge you have mystery opponent tonight, but not just the average opponent. He is a former world champion like you! So tonight, you get your wish, you get to-- hopefully get that last bit of momentum before Cyberslam and against an opponent who I thought you would be happy to face. Now go get ready your match is coming up pretty soon-- It's gonna be great.

The fan bursts into a mixed reaction to the announcement of Edge fighting on tonight's show. Edge stands with his mouth open for a second before snapping into shape and get his mind together and storming off. Layla gives Edge a pat on the back of his shoulder before going off and taking care of her job. Layla and Edge cross paths before the camera blacks out. off to our next segment.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 10:13 pm


Normal Match




[Mauro Ranallo]
Mamma Mia! Brother Nero kicked out at TWO. Brother Nero kicked out at two! Finn Balor is in shock!

[Corey Graves]
Last week, Last week the Undertaker had no problem finishing off Nero. It seems Nero isn't going to move over twice. Finn Looks like he is struggling a little with this match.

[Mauro Ranallo]
The resilience of Brother Nero here. You gotta think: how much more will it take to put one of these men away. They have been going full speed since the top of this match. Both men won't budge a bit. We are entering the stage of who wants it more.

[Corey Graves]
What more does Finn have to do to be on the same page with the Dead Man heading into the Elite title match on Sunday?

After that kickout by Brother Nero, Finn Balor retreats into a corner-- evil intentions have to be running through his mind. He sits down, laying his back on the bottom turn buckle until Brother Nero begins to muster enough strength to get back on his feet. As he reaches his feet the ref backs Nero into a corner to make sure he can still fight; Finn Balor is giving an evil looking stare with his head more downward as he sits in the corner-- waiting for the match to continue. Patiently, Balor waited until the ref stepped out of the way, afterwards, Balor rushes back in and so does Brother Nero.



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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Sun Jul 02, 2017 11:22 pm



XWL returns from commercial to the ring with a roar of boo's and the war anthem of the Rated R Superstar, Edge who is in the ring waiting for his mystery opponent to be announced and march down to the ring. the look in his eyes had a hint of rage, but was mostly filled with impatience as his opponent would be worth his time-- In his mind could make an actual dream match. Edge was doing his final stretches in the ring in his t-shirt that read " Best DAMN Wrestler" on the front. After a moment Edge was jumping in place and shaking his hands and it was at that moment where he started marching for the middle turnbuckle. He climbs to the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air taunting one last time.



After taking one last moment to take in the hatred of the crowd, Edge's music begins to fade out. At this time Jillian Garcia rises with microphone in hand. When he notices, Edge jumps down and rushes to take off his shirt and throws it to the outside of the ring-- not in the crowd because it would only come back at him ripped up.  Edge stood in the middle of the ring waiting anxiously as Jillian began to speak.

[Jillian Garcia]
Now introducing Edge's mystery opponent! His opponent shall be...

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The arena erupts in cheers, so loud that the foundation could barely take it. The entire crowd had launched to their feet; EDGE'S OPPONENT WAS THE ROCK, THE GREAT ONE, THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION. The arena felt like it was shaking, but enough of what the crowd thought, a smile came across Edge's face-- he always knew Dwayne drew a crowd and that he could do awesome matches. When the music sounded, Edge nodded and began pulling on the ropes to stretch out his arms again as the he awaited the Rock to make an appearance. And just when it couldn't get any louder...



As soon as the Rock stepped out from the back the place got even louder-- you couldn't hear the person next to you let alone your own screams it was so loud. The people couldn't sit down as the Great One made his way down to the ring ready to fight and with the self proclaimed best in XWL. No one was leaving for anything, not even the rest room. Edge at this point was getting anxious as he waited for the Rock to take his time to make his way to the ring... After a lap around and slapping all the hands he could the rock finally gets to the top turnbuckle to reach the climax of his entrance and make the volume of the crowd reach it's max volume as well.



After breathing in the electrifying vibe of the crowd, The Rock jumps down from the top rope and makes his way across the ring and is just taking in the ring-- running off the ropes a few time and doing his stretches as well. After a moment The Rock goes over and grabs a microphone. As his music dies down the crowd roars once more as the Great One paces back and forth, mic in hand.



The Rock
This is no times for words, but.......FINALLY, THE ROCK HAS COME BACK....

The crowd grows quiet to listen to the next few words.

Home..

Edge is sitting in his corner and waits for Rock to get his homesickness out of his system as the XWL Universe chants "ROCKY" at the top of their lungs. The Rock then looks over at Edge who is sitting in the corner and raises and eyebrow and then proceeds to raise the mic to his mouth as the audience still chants. The crowd is eating out of his hands.

The Rock
Who.. the Hell... are you?

Edge stands up in the corner and just when he was going to speak the Rock cuts him off.

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!

The Rock then takes this moment to take in the crowd as Edge's faces grows red in anger. Edge is gripping the two top ropes as hard as he can, holding back from staring the match "early". In that moment the Rock proceeds to mess with Edge.

The Rock
I get a phone call at two in the morning to fight you? I've been hearing for months about a man who claims to be the best in XWL. And every time I laugh when I hear it and when I got that call, I knew I couldn't pass it up and besides it was about time that I gave THE MILLIONS... a match worth watching, but... I didn't know I was gonna fight someone like you. I mean.. look at yourself in your generic dark blue tights, you don't look like main eventer to me; you look like a jobber. But I guess I'll give the people what they want. It's about time you got a beating and those words you've been spitting get grabbed, I dust them off, and I turn that SUM' BITCH SIDEWAYS AND STICK IT UP YOUR CANDY ASS. You've been calling yourself the best, Barbie? Well's it's time to take out your balls from your purse and see what your worth. ARE YOU READY TO GO ONE-ON-ONE WITH THE GREAT ONE? Let's see if you what your made of.

The Rock pauses

IF YA' SMEEEEEEEEEEEEELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKING.

The crowd pops and begins to yell "ROCKY" again as he throws the mic and get into a corner. This match was about to go underway.



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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:11 am



We shift our focus backstage as we are met with the image of Renee Young. She has a microphone already present in front of her hand, and a smile which stretched from ear to ear. Renee would slowly lift the microphone to her mouth as she would address the camera.

RENEE YOUNG
What a night Anarchy has been so far, and we've got so much more on the plate. But this man will have his hands tied come Cyberslam against The Celtic Warrior, Sheamus. Please welcome, Bo Dallas.

The inspirational talent known as Bo Dallas would quickly make his way into the camera view. As expected an even larger grin was across his face. He would slowly look at Renee as he held his finger briefly. Renee would raise an eyebrow, interested in where Bo was going with this gesture. She would slowly lift the microphone under the mouth of Dallas. He would snicker briefly before speaking.

BO DALLAS
Renee, did I hear you say that my hands would be tied going against Sheamus? Why do you think of Sheamus in such a great light? Do you have no morals? It's clear that our Celtic friend doesn't have the inspiration or know how to conduct himself inside, and even outside of this ring. Sheamus is a fool. He's a common fool who believes that brute FORCE alone is able to match wits. And Renee, darling? That isn't the case. [A rather sarcastic smile came across Bo as he shook his head from side to side.] Realistically speaking -- There are three options that stand in the way of Sheamus and I. Truth be told, Renee? I'm content with any of the three matches thrown in our general direction. Because with determination, heart, willpower, and bo-lieving in myself? I know that ANYTHING is possible. That, and that alone is what will be the difference going into my match with Sheamus.

Renee would look rather amused by the childish voice of Bo Dallas, but she would merely nod her head in agreement. She raised both of her hands -- Bringing her microphone back to her mouth.

RENEE YOUNG
Never one to shy away from your confidence, Bo. I genuinely have to ask -- Should you defeat Sheamus, what's next for Bo Dallas?

Almost immediately, Bo was caught off guard by the choice words of Renee. He would quickly shake his head in disapproval as Renee would once more lift the microphone. She would then place it mere inches away from the mouth of Dallas.

BO DALLAS
I've heard enough criticisms out of you, Renee. It's almost as if you don't Bo-lieve. That's blasphemous. I am not confident, but merely self aware of what I bring to the table. I'll have you know that I am one and Bo. And after I defeat Eli Drake here tonight? I'll be two and Bo. Then I'll take that solid streak, and I'll go into Cyberslam where I will defeat Sheamus, and I'll be three and Bo. It's just a matter of having good faith in myself. Something, well? You clearly don't have, Renee. [Renee would look rather disgruntled by this gesture as she shook her head from side to side.] But after I throw some inspiration on the heads of Eli Drake, and Sheamus come Cyberslam -- I'm not exactly sure what's next for Bo Dallas. Do I set my sights on something bigger? That's very well a possibility. It's always good to set out and reach for the stars. I can do anything that I set my mind too. Be it Matt Hardy, Wade Barrett or even The Undertaker -- Consider 'em saved.

Rene would attempt to bring the microphone back to her own mouth, but would be immediately caught off guard by Bo who would hold his hand out. Renee slowly shook her head, but was well aware of where this was going. She would then slowly hand the microphone back to the mouth of Bo, who would resume speaking.

BO DALLAS
I've had a little fallacious few weeks, Renee. I've had people questioning the routine of Bo Dallas, and his lifestyle -- And quite honestly? I'd say that I was sick by the ways of this roster, but what good would that do you, this roster or even myself? Absolutely nothing. It's safe to say that I'm the ONLY man right for the job. You can take your broken individuals, maybe even some bad news, and even your supposed dead men and rest assured that even they lack the inspiration needed to be GREAT! [A large sigh would escape the mouth of Bo. Not exactly of the sad variety, but almost as if he had got something off his chest. His smile stretched across his face as he gazed back at Renee.] But in the end, it isn't about Eli Drake, Sheamus, or any of those aforementioned champions. It's going to be about me. It's finally set in. This is all about me, Renee. And you too can be something great. Take my hand, Renee -- And even you people in the arena, and those watching the world can do it too. Say goodbye to those loser champions, and below average roster members, and reach for the stars. Because you can be just like Bo Dallas. All you have to do is... [Renee shook her head slowly. The crowd, Renee, and anybody familiar with Bo Dallas knew exactly where this was going.] BOLIEVE!

With that we would watch eagerly as Bo dropped the microphone. He would then greet Renee with that egotistical smirk of his as he would follow this gesture up by a large thumbs up. Ending the scene with an everlasting image of Bo Dallas, and that smirk of his.
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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jul 03, 2017 9:59 am

The scene unfolds with Dean and Sami Callihan walking through the hallways. Both seems to be absentmindedly messing around with their switchblades as Renee Young cautiously approaches them

[Renee Young]
Hey, guys! I was hoping I could get a word if that wouldn't be too much trouble....

With every word her voice seems to get meeker until the last word comes out as more of a squeak than anything. Dean and Sami turn their gazes towards her and Renee is having second thoughts about approaching them. Dean steps towards Renee and speaks into the microphone

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Chill out Renee. We're not gonna stab you or something. We're saving all our aggression for the rest of this place

Renee Young nods to herself, seemingly giving herself some confidence to continue on

[Renee Young]
Okay. Then, first question. Why did you and Sami Callihan-

[Dean Ambrose
-Join the Bullet Club last week. Yeah, we were waiting for that. Let's get one thing straight above anything. We are the Switchblade Conspiracy before we are Bullet Club. To be honest, we don't even particularly like AJ Styles. But he is starting something that we're very interested in being apart of. People may ask why we think their is a conspiracy against us? Look no further than last week. This man

Dean points to Sami Callihan

[Dean Ambrose]
He beat BNB. The Intercontinental Champion. So why oh why wasn't his name added to the list of choices to face the I.C. champion at Cyberslam. I beat Edge, the guy who beat Matt Sydal to weeks ago. Why isn't Dean Ambrose being given a chance to fight for the World Heavyweight Championship. I'll tell you why. It's because they don't want men like me and Callihan anywhere near those titles and their delicate talent. Because we hurt people Renee. And if we got those titles we'd never let them go


*Sami Callihan walks paces back and forth as Dean stares at Renee and then back at Callihan*


Sam Callihan- Thats right Deano..We hurt people..We fuck people up.. We take there shit and then we end them. I did it to Jericho. Nobody has seen him since and quite frankly your fucking welcome. Hes not worth the Switchblade Societys time. Then there was so called "God" Of XWL..The Undertaker..Fuck you man.. I know it... Bullet Club knows it. These people know it and as much as they dont wanna admit it. The XWL officials know it. But more importantly then any of the people ive named Taker.. You know it.. You know that I had your ass. You had to use your little Chris angel tricks to escape from me. Thats fine.. really it is..I dont blame you.. Im a scary motherfucker..

*Dean lets out a chuckle and Sami continues his angry tirade.*

Sami Callihan - Then? I get Mr. Intercontinental Champion himself Bad News Barrett. Barett Ill give you this. You hit really hard. Like god damn man. Got a damn brick in your elbow?? Regardless though! I took your best and your best just wasnt good enough for the "WorldWide Desperado" We beat the hell out of each other and i spiked you on your skull just like i said i would. Now naturally I beat you.. I should be given a immedite shot against you at Cyberslam for that Belt! Not Fat Joe and Not some pampered up princess fuckboy like JBL. BUT NO! What does XWL do? They let THE PEOPLE decide who gets the shot! And I'm not even on the list! This kind of Bullshit is what We have been talking about.. Deans been saying it.. Aj Has been saying it.. Its done.. That shit ends here.. Now i get put in front of me the former World Champ Brock Lesnar.. Brock.. Ive never faced you.. But i can damn sure guarantee you have never faced anything like me. We are going to go to places you have never been. And I will make sure you never forget the name.. Sami Callihan..

*Sami Callihan spits in the camera and swings his switch blade and pushes the camera away towards Dean. Dean looks at the camera covered in spit with slight disgust*


[Dean Ambrose
Come on, your moms taught you better than that. Yeah, so Sami's pissed. But that's alright, he pretty pissed most of the time. Once he's done bashing someone's head in he'll feel better. And I'll feel much better when I'm done bashing Punk's head in. That was a good cheapshot you got there. I hope it was worth it. Because on Sunday, I'm going to ruin your career you little shit!

Dean pushes the camera over with a loud CLANK and he walks off after Sami


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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jul 03, 2017 4:37 pm



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PostSubject: Re: XWL Anarchy: 6/26/2017 - 7/3/2017    Mon Jul 03, 2017 5:58 pm

7 minutes late? Damn David, you're losing it.

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