XWL Anarchy: 6/19/2017 - 6/26/2017

LIVE FROM:  Bridgestone Arena
Nashville, Tennessee
DEADLINE: 4:30 P.M. EST / 9:30 P.M. GMT


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1. Anarchy Incarnate

The Desperado. The Lunatic. Sami Callihan, XWL’s resident psychopath, gave Chris Jericho a free trip to the hospital courtesy of his trusty switchblade and a lack of basic human decency. Dean Ambrose, the unpredictable wild card with a penchant for not following the textbook when it comes to...well...anything, seems to have found a kindred soul in Callihan. It would be foolish to try to guess where this duo is heading, but one thing is for sure. There will be blood.

2. Change You Can Bo-Lieve In

A bright and shiny new beacon of hope has illuminated the squared circle of XWL and his name is Bo Dallas. The grinning superstar has been espousing a message of inspiration and self-actualization that serves as a foil to the frequently violent and hostile happenings of this league that we all know and love. He offers a sort of salvation, and all that it requires is for you to BOLIEVE!


3. The Moment is Now

If there’s one thing XWL needs, it’s more music. Almost as if by divine intervention, Elias Sampson has provided just that. The Drifter has sung his way into the hearts of the XWL Universe with every strum of his guitar. Fortunately for him, crooning isn’t his only talent as he has shown himself to be quite competent in the ring as well, as evidenced by his sound defeat of Brother Nero at last week’s anarchy. This week he will be challenging an even more seasoned opponent in CM Punk. Will he be a one hit wonder?


4. FrankenBrock and the Bro

Matt Riddle and his sophisticated lexicon might be getting what he wished for, and that is a piece of the Beast himself. The newcomer has proved himself to be a thorn in the side of Lesnar and his advocate Paul Heyman over the past few weeks, and Layla found it fitting to leave the outcome to the fans in a move that left Heyman fuming as Matt Riddle was definitely not the challenge he hoped to be attempting to surmount come Cyberslam. Will they fight? Will they not? It’s up to the Bros.


5.   Clash of the Titans

Last week’s Anarchy saw a jaw dropping confrontation between three of the most dominant competitors in XWL as they all laid down their cases for why they should be the one to challenge Broken Matt Hardy for his Broken Title. Braun Strowman, Edge, and Seth Rollins squared off in a battle of the wits before the already confirmed challenger Matt Sydal talked his way down to the ring and incited an all-out riot between the ropes. Before long, the lovely Layla deemed it necessary to put the decision to a vote at Cyberslam. Which one of these men will be reaching for Gold while the other two sit in the locker room and watch? That decision is up to you.






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The Battle For Darkness

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Main Event

Fatal 4 Way Match

Another city -- another arena -- another story to tell. The Drifter has drifted his way to this building last week. The journey was long and full of danger for him. He had to cross the land just to be here, but he did it. He walked across this great land -- battling all the elements just to be here tonight, for last week he made a promise. Last week Elias Samson promised the world that he would return with a new song and on his travels -- walking through rundown towns -- meeting the people of this land -- walking through rain and snow -- his mind was racing with a song -- a song just for tonight -- a song for someone very special as well.

“WHO WANTS TO WALK WITH ELIAS SAMSON!”



The camera would cut backstage as there he was The Drifter -- Elias Samson. He sat upon a crate in the backstage area, the crowd the second he appeared on the screen would begin to boo him as he adjusted the guitar upon his lap. He would look down for a moment as he closes his eyes and just breathes in for a second. His mind was clear -- he had made a promise to be here -- he had promised victory last week and defeat for the man who interrupted his debut -- Kevin Owens.

elias samson,
THE  DRIFTER
“Ladies and Gentlemen -- this is something I wrote as I walked to this arena. This is a little song about a man who does not truly understand just who Elias Samson or what he can do. This is a song for Kevin Owens -- so in other words -- this is a song for a failure.”

He would open eyes a little bit as he would move his hand over his guitar as he would run it down the strings. He would create a tune as he takes in a deep breath as he would then look up a little bit more -- his lips would part ways as he would begin his song on Kevin Owens.

“You're a trick
You're a sick
You're a one trick pony
You'll be Bluesin' and Boozin till the end of time

Should be ashamed
You complain
Yet you've had you're chances
Still B.S.ing us all, with your drawn out speeches

You're head
is full
With jealous thoughts
You say people are ripping you off, with things you've never done

And all this time you could be writing songs . . .
Or finding other people to get along . . .
But your heads too big for your shoulders little man, a
concept I don't think you'll ever understand..
You are something worse than a "nowhere man" . . .”

His hand would stop for a moment as the crowd would continue to boo him. The sound getting louder and louder as he closes his eyes for a moment as a chuckle would escape his lips.

elias samson,
THE  DRIFTER
“It seems that all of you don't understand what to do when you are in the presence of a musical icon such as myself -- please withhold the applause and the admiration until the end -- this is a song that I wrote for Kevin Owens -- it is a song that I wrote for a man who disrespected me and I will perform it -- so please -- silence.”

With those words uttered his eyes would close as his head lowers down as he would run his hand down the strings as he would start to play once again -- picking up from where he left off.

“You have a choice
Have a voice
But you like to abuse it
Sit there double thinking, till you finally lose it

You have a skill
A blazing thrill
But take a pill
That fox to trot, can never be bought

You're going Noooo-where
With receding hair
Play something else, if you'd ever dare

Bring bad vibes
You never try
To get over yourself
Always try to bring us down, cause of something you felt..

Thinking you're the "bee's knees" of the world
Some kind of player who can get any title
But you're head's too big for your shoulders, little man
A concept I don't think you'll ever understand..
You are something worse than a "nowhere man" . . . Your Kevin Owens ”

We are met with the immediate sound of clapping as we are met with the image of the exact man that Elias Samson was verbally destroying. It was Kevin Owens. He slowly made his way mere inches away from Kevin Owens as he clapped his hands. A large sarcastic smile stretched across his face as would shake his head in almost disappointment.



KEVIN OWENS
Are you done? I mean that was just, no. That was awful. I've heard some crap in my days, but that Elias? That, I can't even begin to describe how bad that was. It was like hearing, actually, I can't even compare it to anything. It was that bad. But it's nice to see that you actually have an opinion on me. It's annoying, I just don't get it. I'm one of, actually no, I am the BEST superstar in all of XWL. And this is what I'm being thrown into? I have to deal with you on a weekly basis? Is this going to happen each and every week? I sit here and do what I do best, and put butts in seats -- And then I have to hear your atrocious attempts at trying to get under my skin? It seems like it. After all, this is the second week in a row that I've had to hear your god awful music. Kevin held his head highly as a large smile stood across his face. A slight chuckle would escape from Kevin. He would then resume his speech on his new foe. Do you even listen to yourself? I mean c'mon, Elias -- I know you're not profound inside or outside of this ring, so I at least think you'd try with your lame attempts at trying to get under my skin, but you can't even do that. You're a terrible wrestler, where as I'm the best man in XWL. I NEVER thought that I'd find something worse than your actual performance inside this ring, but your music does just that. If I had to choose weather to lose again this week, and lose over and over again or sit through another stupid performance of yours? I'd be winless by this time next year. But neither of those are going to happen. Last week was a minor hiccup. After all, I wasn't feeling to well. Kevin would lead forward with a fake cough as Elias would lean backwards to avoid this distasteful gesture from Owens. But enough about last week. I had a guy feeling that I-I-I would run into you again, because you seem to be anywhere I go. You're a follower. Do I want to walk with you, Elias? Absolutely not. In fact, I think that I would much rather get rid of you. That seems to be a much better result if I'm honest. But as much as you've been a thorn in my side, you seem to be following Kevin Owens, but that's understandable. This is The Kevin Owens show after all. There's nothing wrong with second best, Elias. Just do yourself a favor, and stay out of my way. I'd hate to end all of this before you even get a chance to get going.

Those were the last words that Kevin said as his smile stretched from ear to ear. He shook his head in pure disgust before walking past the formidable foe.

The room we entered was dark and in the center of it was a steel chair. Sitting on the steel chair was no man, but a Beast. Sat on the steel chair was the Mayor of the most infamous city in all of XWL today; Suplex City. There was enough light shined down on Brock to where we were able to clearly make him out but that was about it. The rest of the room was black and had a bit of a chill to it.



[BROCK LESNAR]
He doesn't know what he's getting himself into. Matt
Riddle is going to get himself hurt and he's not going
to have anyone to blame except himself.

A laugh echoed throughout the dark room that the Beast Incarnate is sat in. We then disappear into the black before a clip from three weeks ago begins to play where we see Brock Lesnar standing in the ring with Paul Heyman by his side. Heyman running his mouth, per usual, while Brock stood confidently off to his side. They wanted their World Heavyweight Championship match and they didn't plan on leaving until they got it. And then a newcomer walked through the curtain with a whistle of an entrance theme playing to their arrival. Matt Riddle has emerged but the clip gets cut off as we head back to that dark room where the former champion sat by himself, a lack of Paul Heyman which was truly rare for the Beast Incarnate.



[BROCK LESNAR]
I'm not going to beg and plead that you all vote for our
match to not take place, but listen to me. If you cared
about Matthew Riddle in the least, you would do what's
best for him and you'd let the man live another day.

Once again we fade out to last week's episode of Anarchy this time. Matt Riddle was stood in the office of our General Manager, requesting a match. A one on one encounter with the Beast Incarnate since neither the Beast nor Paul Heyman planned to give him the match that he wanted. The General Manager agreed to gift the newcomer the match, but only one condition: if the fans wanted to see it themselves. While Riddle was delighted by the news, Heyman was anything but. Furious beyond belief. How dare Layla go back on what they had already said to this rookie? And when we head back to the room where Brock sat, the Beast Incarnate is laughing some more and shaking his head slowly from side to side.



[BROCK LESNAR]
If you are stupid enough to vote for us to have a match
then I can assure you, I am going to hurt Matt Riddle. I
am going to destroy him. I am going to take that stupid
little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hat and shove it up
his ass. Maybe even watch that little line of piss slowly
drip down his leg. Let me remind you that I'm a former
Heavyweight Champion and do you expect me to see a
man like him as a threat?

The former Heavyweight Champion ducks his head and brings all of his attention to the MMA gloves that he was wearing on his hands. They were loosely worn and the straps on them weren't done yet, but Brock Lesnar changed that. The strap on his left glove was tightened and then the one on the right he did the same with. And Brock stayed there, staring down at his hands for a second as he pictured the blood of Matt Riddle covering them. It brought a sadistic grin across the face of Lesnar before he clenched his hands tight and tilted his head back up to look into the camera.



[BROCK LESNAR]
My name's Brock Lesnar. I'm an ass kicker. I don't have
time for children who think they can just walk into my
ring and get all up in my face. You should respect me
and if you don't? I'm going to have to beat it into you.

Brock Lesnar stared into the camera for another couple of seconds before he pushed himself up from the chair that he sat on and with his foot, the steel chair was kicked off to the side of the dark room. We only saw blackness now with a hint of light and the image stayed there for a moment before Anarchy faded out and went to the next segment of tonight's show.

Shout out to...and I can't believe I'm saying this out loud, Captain Fat Nutz. You are KILLING it as your characters and you and plus have a good feel about this feud

Finn Balor:
Taker, I’ve done things in my lifetime that would make you cringe. I have done things that will give you the darkest nightmares. You call me fake? You call this a… façade?

Finn Balor:
Undertaker… this is no game. I’m not a horror movie. I’m not what Hollywood sells in their theaters. I’m the real thing. I’m what lurks in the darkness waiting for you to turn around so I can rip your throat out. I am the darkness that lives inside of everyone. I’m the demon that has come to tear that title off your lifeless body. I am death in the flesh. You can’t stop the inevitable darkness that’s coming to consume you. You have awoken a monster inside of me Taker. This monster will never sleep until it has consumed you completely. All I think about is breaking you into pieces Taker. I want it so bad. I want you to fall victim to the Demon inside of me

Finn Balor:
Taker… your time is slowly coming. I’m coming for that title at Cyberslam. There’s nothing you can do to stop the incoming destruction that you’re gonna face there. I will tear your body apart. I will tear you flesh. I wil break all the bones in your body until you are nearly lifeless, and once you’re about to breathe you last breath. I will finally take what belongs to me… your Elite title. So prepare yourself Taker. There’s no escape from The King of Demons. Your time... is up.

XWL returns to the sound of a slow child like song in the background-- the song sent chills up the spine due to it's evil sound. As each chime sounded the lights came up until a very dim image of a doll sat in view of the camera. The doll with blonde hair and dressed to look like an everyday girl. The doll sat innocently in the room as this slow almost demonic music continued to chime in this dark room.

Then as things began to just get confusing, it got worse as a hand began to delicately brush through the doll's hair-- each time done slow stroke of two or three fingers like the doll was precious-- the music still slowly chiming in the background. The hand groomed the little doll so slowly, delicately, taking it's time while running through the hair of the doll, almost like the doll was human. All while this happened this eerie, creepy vibe just stayed with the viewers-- Maybe it was the music, maybe it was the fact that a random person was just playing with a doll, but soon things began to become more clear, and the placement of the music began to only fit the intention of the video.

What a night Anarchy has been thus far. Our camera crew would immediately shift backstage as we would be met with the image of Bo Dallas. The Inspirational talent was successful in his debut tonight as he was successful in defeating the highly talented Sheamus -- However after this debut, Bo would share a few words for Sheamus, who wasn't nearly as interested as Dallas. His efforts would be met with a signature Brogue Kick which nearly decapitated the young talent .We are met after this event with Bo Dallas backstage, with an ice pack across his face. He sat on a production crate as he is met with the production crew. He shook his head slowly as he spoke up for the second time in this action packed episode.

BO DALLAS
I wish I could be here on better standings, my inspirational lovelies, but sadly? I'm not to thrilled about what happened earlier here tonight. It was a travesty in of itself. I took my hand out, and I reached firmly to teach Sheamus a lesson to not only better himself, but prepare him for the real world. I was attempting to teach him the better good of having faith in yourelf, because without you? You're set to fail. Sheamus learned a lesson in humility tonight, and that is why with a great sense of accomplishment -- It's been announced that at Cyberslam, I Bo Dallas will get another moment to get my hands on that overgrown fool -- In one of three epic matches. A singles match, Extreme Rules or even a 2 out of three falls. This way we can settle this outrageous act of cowardly demeanor from that of Sheamus -- Is by going down in a little scuffle. All of which, I have to say that I will defeat Sheamus in any of the predicaments that you lay out for us.

Bo kept his head held high as he smiled from ear to ear. He was very proud over the fact that he and Sheamus would encounter each other once more -- This time at Cyberslam. He winked at the camera before ending smoothly.

BO DALLAS
It is your choice, people. You can make the difference. Because honestly? It doesn't matter what stipulation is added to our match at Cyberslam -- It will end the same regardless. I will enlighten Sheamus in his ways, and I correct any and ALL wrongs in that mans career. He refused to take my words of inspiration, and it will be his downfall. [Bo would nod his head, to further add onto his point.] But I'm a very straight forward, and honest man. I will enlighten you, and Sheamus alike -- Because the circumstance is all the same. Sheamus had a friend in me, I held my hand and for him, but? He simply bit the hand that fed him. And for that? I have to throw some inspiration on top of him. He has no chance at defeating me, and I will make that quite clear at Cyberslam. But, you can still try Sheamus. Reach down into your heart, and attempt to defy the tales of inspiration, but like earlier tonight? You will slip. But to all my followers, I lift my head and say -- You have nothing to worry about. Sheamus will taste defeat, and I will advance my career in the right direction. And if you want to join me on this journey, you too can be inspirational. Don't be a prude like, Sheamus. Reach down into your core, and do the deed. If you want to be like me? [Bo let a slight chuckle escape from his mouth, ending strongly.] All you have to do is BOLIEVE!

A short, yet sweet cameo of Bo Dallas would fade to black after ending with his signature catchphrase.

Anarchy returns from a commercial break and our view is one that is far from normal, no instead of being taken to a specific scene or setting, we find ourselves zoomed in on a person's t-shirt, not just person though no....their logo is unmistakable, for in gold lettering it reads "Find Your Golden Ticket" as the camera begins to pan out, we find that there's not a person wearing this shirt, no...it's simply hanging off to the side of the backstage area, where a man stands with his back to the camera staring at it. This man is obviously Matt Sydal, sporting his "Superstar of The Year inspired tights, tonight mostly gold with traces of black, and on the table beside him is his Slammy Award. As he admires his shirt, or perhaps the meaning of it, given the fact 1 year ago, he became The Golden Ticket. Something we didn't understand at first, and just felt like another type of ego trip, one of many Matt Sydal has had over the years, but soon it grew on us, it became infectious, and he proved why he was XWL's Golden Ticket, even when we ourselves didn't believe it. He's arguably better than he's ever been, and that's in part due to his new outlook on things, his belief in himself has been taken to a whole new level, a gold level. Soon his concentration is lost, as he feels like he's being watched, and he finds that he is, turning around to address the cameraman.  




[Matt Sydal]
Lemme guess, you wanna get my thoughts on a few recent developments?


[Vocie Behind The Camera]
If you wouldn't mind.

[Matt Sydal]
Sure, just gimme one second.


He grabs his Slammy off the table, polishing it with the palm of his hand and smiling.


[Matt Sydal]
Carry on.

[Vocie Behind The Camera]
Well, first I wanted to ask how you feel about Layla's announcement last week regarding your World Heavyweight Championship Match at Cyberslam being turned into a Triple Threat Match.





[Matt Sydal]
I mean, I'm sure any other guy in my position would bitch and moan about how unfair it is for three nobodies to barge into MY title match.....but, me personally? I can't say I really give a damn who I face, or how many men I have to beat, the fact of the matter is at Cyberslam? I'm taking back MY World Heavyweight Championship. And there's nothing any of those three can do to change that. Because in case you need a reminder, I'm unlike ANY other Superstar back here, for a number of reasons but one specific reason, I thrive under pressure.  I won my last World Title on ONE FREAKIN' LEG, which so happened to be a Triple Threat Match, so....considering I now have two perfectly good legs to work with, name someone that can stop me? No one.


[Vocie Behind The Camera]
Wouldn't you maybe agree though that perhaps if Braun Strowman was voted in, you'd be at a severe disadvantage given your incredible difference in size?


[Matt Sydal]
No, I wouldn't agree with that assessment at all. Is he big? Yes. Is he powerful? Yes. Did he fling me from the ring ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH THE SIMPLEST OF EASE? YES! But as I've proven time and time again, I'm a bit of a glutton for punishment, I'm flung one way, then another, then through a table, then through a barricade, another barricade, another barricade, AND ANOTHER BARRICADE, and what happens? I GET BACK UP! I push myself to rise up and knock them down harder than they first knocked me down. Case in point, Downpour. Remember Leo Kruger? The dominant Huntsman that saw me as his latest bounty? How'd that go for him? Oh right, he became extinct. Now will it be easy to keep a guy like him down, or get him down period, no...I'll probably look like an idiot charging at him with drop kick after drop kick, barely manage to get my knee high enough to crack his jaw, probably get swatted away a bunch, but why will I keep trying even when it seems foolish? BECAUSE THAT BASTARD KEEPS ATTACKING ME AS IF I'M JUST GOING TO STAY DOWN AND COWER IN FEAR OF HIS MIGHTY GIANTNESS! Well sorry to say that's not who I am, it never has been, nor will it EVER be. So I will do EVERYTHING within my power, and beyond to drop his ass like all the others and make him regret messing with me, just like I did to his former "pack leader."



[Vocie Behind The Camera]
Someone actually did manage to knock Braun off his feet last week, your buddy Seth Rollins? What would you think about him being the third man at Cyberslam?




[Matt Sydal]
Look I like Seth, he's a guy after my own heart, an asshole to the fullest and I respect the hell outta that. Because just like me, he's his own person, he's unapologetically him, and it's refreshing to see someone else take that approach in life. But as good as he is, I'm simply better, and he'd probably say the same to you, that he's better than I am, and hey that's what I like about him. But the difference is, I've proven I can become a champion, Seth Rollins has only proven he can become a champion when someone else wins it on his behalf. Will he become World Champion one day? Absolutely, but that day should the fans vote him in, will not be Cyberslam. No, that is my day, my day to reclaim what is mine, to fix what is broken, and ultimately shatter my own record because if you want something done after 6 years, you apparently have to do it yourself. Seth, it's nothing personal, but if you think you're walking into MY title match, and turning it into your crowning achievement, you're sorely mistaken.



[Vocie Behind The Camera]
There is a feeling that perhaps the biggest threat to your quest of winning back The World Title is if Edge was voted in given the fact that two weeks ago, he straight up beat you in the middle of that ring. He's proven he can become World Champion before, and he seems more determined than ever, do you feel even slightly worried about the idea of Edge being the third man?




[Matt Sydal]
A man owns up when he falls short, and two weeks ago, I fell short. I told Edge to prove himself, and hey he damn well did. No excuses, he beat me, and I didn't think he had THAT in him, not anymore, hell he couldn't do it in the past when our paths crossed, so he's definitely come to play this time around. But if he thinks he's going to do it again? Well, I'm afraid it's not quite that simple. See, when I'm bested? I make it my mission to best, the "bester" because there is only ONE best, and that's ME! So anytime I'm not "the best" WELL I DAMN SURE WILL DO EVERYTHING WITHIN MY ABILITY TO RECTIFY THAT! And that's not just me talking out of my ass, no, you might recall my longest reigning World Title reign, ended by MVP...everyone said he had my number, that I had met my match...but what happened the next month? Oh right, I TOOK MY TITLE BACK FROM HIM! So no, I'm not worried, he, however, should be, because this is his big moment to finally amount to something after so long of NOTHING, and unfortunately for him, that moment will be outshined by yours truly, The Golden Ticket Of XWL.



[Vocie Behind The Camera]
Tonight's Main-Event will see the four of you square off in a Fatal Four Way Match, which is an opportunity for you to regain some lost momentum over the last 3 weeks, are you prepared to deal with the numbers tonight given the fact that everyone in that match would probably love to pin you to further prove why they should be voted in?


[Matt Sydal]
Look, this isn't my first rodeo, I've won multiple titles in matches featuring multiple opponents. The numbers game? Hasn't ever really existed with me because I always prepare for anything, and I'm ready to deal with EVERYTHING. There's always a target on my back, because when you're this damn good? And you show it more often than any other Superstar back here? There's a bullseye on your back 24/7, and that just comes with the territory. People want to be where I am, what I am...but it's taken a lot of hard work, a lot of blood, sweat, tears, a couple of injuries over the years, anyone that tries to discredit that? That wants to walk around here as if they own place? Well sadly for them, they're just delusional. Like AJ Styles, XWL is contractually bound to refer to him as "The Face of XWL" but in reality? That's me, no one else, ESPECIALLY him. I don't need cronies, I don't need an obnoxious contract, I just need to be in that ring, each and every night no matter what I'm fighting for. And tonight? I fight to remind everyone that a couple bad weeks doesn't change a damn thing, I'm taking back MY title in 2 weeks at Cyberslam, and that's all there is to it.




[Matt Sydal]
Don't get me wrong, Edge, Strowman, Seth, they're incredible, and I look forward to going to war with them and pushing them to their limits, really finding out what they're made of...but as incredible as they are, they're not Matt Sydal. I'm Superstar Of The Year, THE BEST 366 DAYS OF THE YEAR, the man that ended Leo Kruger's career, THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN XWL HISTORY, THE ONLY UNITED STATES CHAMPION TO DEFEND THEIR TITLE 13 TIMES, IN A MERE 4 1/2 MONTHS! I've held a number of championships at the same time, fought with everything I had each and every time those titles were on the line, no matter what they were, what people saw them as, I treated them like gold because I MADE THEM GOLD! My will to fight, my passion in that ring to give it all and nothing less, THAT is what separates me from those pretenders, THAT is why I am The Number One Contender, and why at Cyberslam I will DELETE The Broken King's reign from existence! Any other questions?


Never lacking in confidence, The Golden One stands there having left our cameraman speechless. Both by the belief in himself and the rarity to see a man in Sydal's position not feel as if this vote at Cyberslam is unfair. He welcomes the challenge, no matter how many opponents he has to deal with he doesn't let that distract him from the point in the end, which is to win. And given the fact he won his last World Title in a Triple Threat Match, he's got a proven track record for getting the job done in that scenario. Can he do it at Cyberslam? Who will be voted into that match? Braun Strowman, Edge, or Seth Rollins? Sydal brings his Slammy closer into frame and simply shrugs as we fade away.

Our camera would pan backstage as we would be met with the image of the lovely Layla. Our charming general manager stood in office as she glared over her phone -- Clearly suggestive to plethora of show related documents, and other small things were more than likely on her plate. The least of her worries were that of Kevin Owens, who oddly enough found himself inside her office. She would lift her head from her phone with an amused look across her face. Her charming, yet elegant British accent graced us.

LAYLA EL
There 'as to be a reason as to why you came in here, Kev'. Am I right? Why the long face? Cat got your tongue? [A small chuckle escaped from the general manager as she continued to look over the much larger Kevin Owens.] I take it you're not the joking type. That's fine. Spill the beans, please. I've got my hands busy at the moment.

Kevin would shift ahead as he shook his head. He stood alongside Layla as she smiled back at her talented roster member.

KEVIN OWENS
I-I-Is it true? Without a moments notice, I was put in a match with Elias Samson at Cyberslam? Don't answer that. It's, I just, no. You can't do this. I'm not feeling good. I'm under the weather, and I'm not even sure I'll be able to face Dean Ambrose tonight. [The crowd would cheer for both Samson and Ambrose. The reaction was split directly down the middle.] I don't get it. Do you know who I am? I'm Kevin Owens. I'm one of the best that this company has to offer, and you're throwing me into all these awful scenarios. And you don't even tell me? Next you'll be telling me that there's some stupid stipulation for these idiots to vote on. Wait, you're smiling. It's happening, isn't it?

A bewildered smirk slid across the face of Layla as a small chuckle would escape her mouth. She shook her head, before shrugging her shoulders.

LAYLA EL
Well it seems that you've caught on to the rumor mill. Elias was in here just a few minutes ago and he came to me with exactly what he wanted. And being as this is the time of the year where we let the PEOPLE voice their opinions -- I'm actually glad that you came into my office. I didn't expect Elias to be as witty, and level headed as he was -- But he had some great match concepts. [Kevin would merely shake his head in disapproval. This couldn't be happening, could it? The smile across Layla said otherwise.] You best be getting used to it, Kevin. After much debate, I didn't think his ideas of guitar, musicals or anything of that nature would spill well for you -- So I took it into my own accord to throw some suggestions, and we agreed on these three -- A cage match, Falls Count Anywhere, or a Last Man Standing match. But remember, Kevin -- This isn't my choice, Elias', or even your own. The people decide. If I were you, I'd try to say on their good side.

A look of anger scanned across the face of Kevin as he nodded his head in disapproval before sarcastically responding, before leaving the scene.

KEVIN OWENS
You actually find this funny? You're amused. Continue to laugh. It doesn't matter what these idiots decide to put Elias and I together in, because I'm going to beat 'em. I'm goin' to take that stupid guitar of his, and I'm goin' to make sure that we never see him inside XWL again. Is that what you wanted, Layla? Because that's exactly what you're going to g--

The former XWL talent wouldn't back down from Kevin as she lifted her with a scornful look. Kevin realized that it was in his best interest to shut his mouth. He slowly nodded his head as he took a few steps back.

LAYLA EL
Good day, Kevin. And good luck out there against, Dean.

There was a small hint of sarcasm in the voice of Layla, but deep down she had the interest in all of her talents, no matter how rude they were. Kevin would waste no time as he headed out of the camera view. The scene would end with the image of Layla returning to her phone.

We return from break and shift over to commentary where they begin talking about the hype surrounding CyberSlam.

[Corey Graves]
We are on the fast track to one of the most anticipated pay per views in XWL history. Final Stand may be our biggest show, but this will without a doubt be the most unpredictable.

[Mauro Ranallo]
That’s right Corey, you’ve said it best, CyberSlam is in the hands of the people, YOU watching at home. We do not get to pull the strings over here at XWL, anything can happen.

[Corey Graves]
And will, Mauro.. And will happen. Moving on, we have our general manager in the ring.. Right now?

The camera focuses on the general manager in her high heels and a suede white suit jacket. The theme song still playing but fading in the background. Her hair done to the tens and a smile plastered on her face, as well as a mic in hand.

The crowd throws multiple chants every which direction and Layla soaks it all up then puts the mic up close.

[Layla]
You certainly are a wild bunch, tonight!

Layla laughs to herself and then resumes her task at hand.

[Layla]
Lately we have had such a strong women’s division, stronger than the eye can capture. It’s more or so felt in your bones and you are a huge part of it, every single one of you. You continue to support these women who put on a show for you every time they are out here in this ring. I wanted to thank you, and what better way to thank you?

The crowd goes on a hush and Layla pauses.. But that same  pause doesn’t last for long.

[Layla]
By giving you another tough female to the list of the many, however this female doesn’t abide by the same beauty tactics as the rest. She marches to the beat of her own drum, or should I say, stomps to it? Quite honestly, personally I am excited to announce her.. Return. Ladies and Gentleman, I give to you XWL’s recent signee...


Everyone is on the edge of their seat, and Layla lets her hand do the talking and sends it in the general direction of the stage. The stage turns a bright gold, then pink. The long awaited female emerges from the back with a mask covering her face, and revealing only her bright pink hair and formal wear. A slow walk to the center stage, where she stops all of a sudden.




The mask is zoomed in on and we’re able to catch a glimpse of the silhouette that stands before us. The female raises her hand to the mask and takes grip of it, slowly pushing it to the side of her face, and dropping it to the floor below.



The fans begin to lose their ever loving minds. They cannot believe she has made her return here, sporadically.

Layla claps once the reveal sets in, a smile on the face of this superstar is captured intensively. Asuka has come back home to Anarchy, not much has been said about her return but we’re about to find out why.




The music picks up when Asuka power walks down the ramp and Layla guides her down with a nod of approval, The pink haired phenom takes a moment to acknowledge the fans beside her and gives them a fist bump. Running up the steps, Asuka is clearly in a good mood, and thrilled to be back in the bright lights of XWL.

Asuka enters the ring without hesitation and Layla meets her with a shake of the hand, a smile still that has never left her face. Asuka smiling along with her, Asuka swipes the mic away and Layla slips out the ring to give Asuka the spotlight.

Asuka raises the microphone to the air and lets the dual chants break out.

“WELCOME BACK” and ‘ASUKA!”

Letting the chants die down, she walks to the middle of the ring and cups the mic.



[Asuka]
Ex dub.. Ehl..

Raising her eyebrow she utters the next few words slowly.




[Asuka]
I
AM
..
BACK!

Asuka goes to speak again and Layla stops in her tracks on the ramp intrigued to see what she has to say.




[Asuka]
Competition? There is nooo competition. CyberSlam is when I make debut. Is when I dominate, every female in ring with Asuka will fail. I will name three women who I think can impress ME. Not one of them can handle what I bring. Ready?

Asuka breathes in and out, faking her trembling at these names.




[Asuka]
Charlotte..

The audience is shocked at the name being said, and Layla too, beginning to fold her arms.


[Asuka]
Natalya..

[Asuka]
And…….. Summer Rae.

Putting the microphone down to her side..  to give a thousand yard stare to Layla, lifting it back up quickly.




[Asuka]
I will make a statement at the expense of you, all. CyberSlam. One of you will be the lucky recipient of my power. OR, ALL of you will feel the wrath of.. ASUKA!

Layla heads to the back, not having any repute, seemingly agreeing with Asuka on her challenge without much fair warning. As Layla takes her leave Asuka begins to smirk..



[Asuka]
Put any of them in front of meh? None of them SURVIVE.



Charlotte walks out onto the stage followed by her father Ric Flair. She is holding a mic and begins to speak as she makes her way down the ramp.

~Charlotte Flair~
You've got to be kidding me.

Charlotte looks Asuka’s way in disgust before continuing.

~Charlotte Flair~
You honestly think you’re that good don't you?

Charlotte has by now made it to the ring. Her father climbs the steps first and holds the ropes open for her to step through before he follows her into the ring. She turns her attention to Asuka who shrugs and agrees that she is "that good".

~Charlotte Flair~
Now let me get this straight, you think I have something to prove? That I need to impress you? Well obviously you’re delusional because it's you that has to prove something to me. Prove that you even deserve to be in the same ring as A Wrestling Goddess. The same goes for the washed up has beens you named. I am the best wrestler in the XWL women's division.  And I'll prove it to you and everyone else when I win the votes for CyberSlam and end this charade.

Asuka remains calm and raises her head upwards to symbolize dominance and that Charlotte will never talk her down. Noticing the Nature Boy, eyeing him up and down, nodding her head in respect. Not so much with Charlotte, Asuka doesn’t take her threats to heart. Picking up the mic, The pink haired warrior takes a giant step to Charlotte.

Charlotte becomes frantic and urges herself to the ropes and has one hand on it ready to bolt if she has to.

[Asuka]
What wrong, Asuka caught your tongue? Wrestling Goddess? I don’t SEE it. Prove me wrong if I get to see you in ring, at CyberSlam. You are a very tough opponent, you’re still not ready. You have never been ready, for Asuka.

Putting her hands on her hips, Charlotte shakes her head denying these claims from Asuka, and aims to make her eat her words. Asuka goes closer with only the microphone being the distance between their eyes.

[Asuka]
So, you can try.. You can try your hardest, bring me the best.. Out of Charlotte. I will spin you into Asuka’s web and lock in the Asuka lock, before I take your head off with my kick.

Charlotte shows worry in her eyes but fires back with Ric Flair keeping her at bay, knowing Asuka isn’t as brittle as a snowflake.

Asuka cuts her off almost immediately before she can get a word out.

[Asuka]
SAVE IT.

Walking past her, with Charlotte taking offense to this, Asuka jolts herself in the self proclaimed Queen’s direction, causing her to not flinch but say “WOAH”. Exiting the ring through the 2nd rope is the distinguished veteran in her own right.



Making her name on Charlotte’s supposed territory is no easy task, yet she has no nerves in her movements. Asuka trailing up the ramp only has one expression on her face, clear confidence and ready for the challenge ahead.



We head to commercial as this segment comes to an abrupt end, Charlotte talking to her dad about a strategy and assuming Asuka left because she was scared of confrontation, in fact the opposite, it was a message of actions are louder than words.

The scene unfolds backstage to reveal Seth Rollins smiling widely as he's flanked by none other than Renee Young. The crowd show their appreciation for the Architect as they cheer wildly

[Renee Young]
Seth, I'm sure you heard everything Sydal had to say some times ago. He said that while being good, that you would not stop him from winning the World title if voted in the match. Was there anyway you'd like to respond



[Seth Rollins]
That's classic Sydal for you. Ya know he hit the nail on the head with a few things he said. That arrogance, that free will of him just being him, it's what I like and respect about him. However he likes to throw out how I haven't won a title in a while. And he's right. I guess I haven't. But not all of us made a deal with the devil known as Paul Heyman to try and get a shot at Brock Lesnar while trying to punish the champion, AJ Styles, at the time. Not all of us stole a belt we didn't earn for like a month to weasel our way into a title match. See, what Sydal likes to forget sometimes is that he only recently stopped being a scumbag. It's no secret that you can jump leaps and bounds breaking the rules in this business. But I took the high road a year ago. And maybe I haven't gotten to where I wanted to be yet, but I'm on my way. And when I do win the World title, it'll be with a clear mind. As for him being better than me...Well I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we? Because I may be walking into HIS match. But I'm walking out with MY World Championship!

[Renee Young]/b]
And how do you feel about your other two opponents tonight?

[b][Seth Rollins]
Braun is a monster from a horror movie. He's a freak of nature who if he gets his hands on you, it's over. But last week I proved that even he can be knocked down. And I've proven before that he can be pinned also. Braun is gonna kick my ass tonight. That I have very little doubt of. But I'm still not scared of him. And I'm not scared of Edge either. He's good. He can even be great sometimes too. But last week, he lost to Dean Ambrose. And who beat Dean Ambrose in his own special match at Final Stand? Oh yeah, That was me! I'm the dark horse in the match and in three way vote. I doubt rub it in everyone faces all the time about how good I really am so people like to doubt me. But doubting me is the worst thing you can do

Seth slowly takes the microphone from Renee who gets the message and leaves camera view. Seth turns and looks deep into the camera and you can see there is a fire burning in his eyes

[Seth Rollins]
If you people want to see someone throw people around and get outsmarted, pick Braun Strowman. If you want to see a coward who puts his tail between his legs and runs from matches, pick Edge. But...if you want to see someone give you a show. If you want to see someone go out there and make your jaw drop. If you want to vote someone who us actually going to go out there and win, then you need to buy in...to Seth Rollins! Because I'm the man for the job. No more waiting, no more being patient, it is time for the Architect to redesign the World title division. Why? Because I'm good enough to do it

Seth Rollins tosses the mic over his shoulders and grins at the camera with the confidence of a man who's already the champion. And one has to wonder, if maybe Seth is right. Only time will tell

We return to the busy backstage area-- the camera man seeming to wander through the halls. As he walks we can see the tech crew, male and female talent along with the corporate workers of XWL. The camera man moves through this busy backstage area, filled with people running from point A to point B to keep the show at a steady tempo, for a while and passes catering, the attire fitting area, and even passes an on going interview, but after that short while the camera man stops. He had been walking in search of a room and it all made sense when he got to the door and on it was the insignia of the Rated R Superstar. The door was part of the way open and looking through you could see that Edge was in his zone-- he had separated himself from everyone and everything and in this silent room Edge was doing pushups and stretching to keep him ready for his fight later on in the evening. After a moment the camera man knocks on the doo and makes his way in.

EDGE
What do you want? I already did an interview.

Edge rips off his earbuds and looks at the camera man kind of crazy, but he holds his ground as the Rated R Superstar gets up from his pre match rituals.

[Camera Man]
Edge, if I can have a moment of your time, the people and the higher ups want to hear a little more from you.

After a moment Edge gives to the request and makes his way over to a locker and sits down. After a moment he gets a mic from the camera man and we are set for more interview time with Edge.

[Camera Man]
Edge, earlier tonight we have heard a little bit about what your other opponents think about you, so what are your thoughts on them?



EDGE
For starters, Seth Rollins, in my honest opinion, is good. I see a lot of similarities between him and I: always looked down on and underestimated, knocked down big names and we have both been just short of having what we want, and now we stand face to face with the same goal. But the thing is, we may have similarities, but  here is the difference between Seth Rollins and me, sure he can have good matches, and talk some decent shit on the mic, but he is not willing to make and take an opportunity. And it is the very fact that he will always fall short of the line of being a World Champion. My whole career has been made off of opportunity, in fact people even call me the ultimate opportunist; I took chances and risks not even caring what people thought about me, and though they didn't always pay off, when they did I left people speechless and I'm going to do it again... My honest opinion of Seth Rollins, he only here because of the crowd... That's how he's been successful, and don't get me wrong, do what you gotta do, but one day he is gonna realize like I did that the crowd only carries you so far. That's the difference between us, I never cared about what they thought, I climbed by myself and I achieved what I wanted... He's says he's not afraid of me. Good. I'm not scared of him either, but he is going to learn that tonight I am better than him and hope the experience of getting his ass kicked by the Best DAMN Wrestler humbles him, and makes him realize that he isn't ready for the big leagues yet.

The camera man is kind of shocked that Edge wasn't putting up a wall like usual and was giving his honest thoughts, this was a different side of Edge; he was focused and when he is focused he pays very close attention to the flaws of his opponents. As he said those words about Rollins, Edge's eyes were wide and wasn't making eye contact with anyone, in fact, it seemed like Edge was partially zoned out. Edge came to play tonight, but the interview rolls on.

[Camera Man]
What about Braun Strowman, how do you feel about him?

Edge looks down for a moment and then looks back up with a confused grin on his face.



EDGE
Why the actual f*** is he even here? Sure he's big and he has his moments, but why is he even being considered for the title? To me Braun Strowman is nothing, but a giant idiot who walks around here like it is still caveman days. I hate the fact how just because he is big he can poke out his chest and call himself a monster, people fear him. Now I will admit, the stunt he pulled at the Hardy's dinner was good, but he is still a nobody. But just because he can throw around the Champion doesn't grant him shit. What the Hell has he done to get here?  He doesn't even deserve to be in the same ring as me, and it is a waste of time and votes for him to even be considered. Sure he's got some muscle and can throw a majority of people like light weight, but that doesn't mean anything at the end of the day, it matters if you get the job done and at least get to the conclusion of a fight and you look good.  I can't wait to drop his ass down to the mat and show him that even a monster can fall and be beaten and his strength means nothing. He's a joke with a classic 80's horror movie vibe. There's another thing Seth and I can agree on. Other than that I have nothing to say bout him, it is a waste of air to talk about because he's nothing but a joke with social trouble.

Edge takes a moment to pause before moving on to the next person, as he pauses a big grin comes across the face of Edge. As he says his opinions out loud it can also be noticed that Edge is re-taking in his own information-- part of the reason he is the ultimate opportunist. After he pauses, he continues again right after running his fingers through his hair.

EDGE
Matt Sydal. He's made quite the name for himself over the past few years; he climbed the ladder and made it to the top multiple times and it has been his mission to climb it again. Here is the thing though, he doesn't realize when he needs to get out of the way. His arrogance drives him to keep the spotlight always on him, but I have said it over and over and over and over and over again. Times are changing, it's about time the Golden boy took a step back for a while and watch the how to really wrestle because right now... Right now he is only in my way. I have surpassed him once and the fact that he still clings on to his past glory and desperately climbs the ladder pisses me off and I have no empathy or sympathy toward him. Sure he has done great things, and had great rivalries and at one point he was the best, but that all changed when my music hit and my hand was raised... I am the Best DAMN Wrestler, I'm sorry if you hate it, but it is the truth. My time is here and tonight, I am going to show the world yet again why I am the best. And then at Cyberslam, it is not if, it is when I get voted into the match I am going to hold my Third World Heavyweight Championship over my head and then I hope you will believe that your time is up and the golden ticket getup has lost it's value.

After giving his final thoughts on Matt Sydal, Edge begins to plug back in his earbuds, but the camera man stops him and gets his attention again. Edge pulls the one earbud he already put in and waits for another question.

[Camera Man]
You have been trying to fight for the World Championship so hard recently, why is that?



EDGE
Truth be told: I have some unfinished business with Matt Hardy and Matt Sydal. Last month if it wasn't for Austin Aries, I would have beaten the now Champion; I had him flat on his back in the middle of the ring, but you know how that story goes. Matt Sydal is the number one contender and is in the match. I BEAT Matt Sydal I deserve every right as he does to be in that match and the fact that I am not is a dumb decision, but I'll just try my luck with a bunch of people who hate me. You want to know my mission statement. People call me a coward, say I'm not worthy and yet I continue to fight, and not only that I make their friggin' jaw hit the floor. I am the underdog here and let's not listen to what "cross-fit Jesus" said earlier, sure I have done questionable things, but I am using my head I know when and where to use my potential, and I execute where it counts. If you want to see a good match and some good and mediocre spots, go ahead and go for Rollins... But if you want to see the BEST. And watch the best two Damn wrestlers in XWL go at it with the champion, and watch the upset of the century and see a story worth watching, You're looking for me. I am the Best DAMN Wrestler here and out of the two, I don't even consider Braun an option. If you want to see the Best Damn match this company has ever produced, I am the one you want to vote. And if you don't, It doesn't even matter, I have never needed anyone to boost me, my ability has always shined with or without support. I am still going to be World Champion whether you like it or not, because I am the Rated R Superstar, The Ultimate Opportunist, THE BEST DAMN WRESTLER IN XWL..... And the soon to be Three time World Champion. Now if you'll excuse me I have a match to prepare for.

With that last word on record, Edge puts in his earbuds and isolates himself to continue his pre match preparations, his focus is something never before seen and couldn't be matched. The camera man makes his way back into the busy hallway backstage and close the door on the way out. Once exited he turns around and gets a clear shot of the door with the insignia of the Best DAMN Wrestler before fading to the next segment. The Rated R Superstar is eager and is willing to fight for his next Championship. Will he be able to get the job done?

We return back to XWL Anarchy, with the film crew recently being able to catch up with Brock Lesnar’s possible opponent for CyberSlam, Matthew Riddle. What does the bro have to say? Let’s find out.



You can hear a few handshakes in the background along with Riddle fixing his hat and adjusting the microphone under his shirt. “Are we going to do this thing or what?” Popping over the top of the chair, not the normal superstar or media savant way.  A sip of water and.. the interview is underway and you can hear from the back, a person begins asking a question.

“Matt, I want to thank you for coming out and giving us your time, given your signing to Xtreme Wrestling League, you’ve went after a multimedia global box office attraction, in the likes of Brock Lesnar. Who at first took zero attention to your debut, what was the emotion going on in your head in that very moment?”




[MATT RIDDLE]
It’s quite simple, the action was there, and so I wound up there at their front door. I kicked it all the way open and went after the biggest guy there. For any other guy other than Matt Riddle, not the smartest decision to be made in a split second. However, I made sure that the turf wasn’t going to be having Brock inked all over it. Heyman knew who I was, Brock knew who I was, they pretended as if they didn’t know what i’m capable of. My track record speaks for itself, I traveled the same road, Brock did. That led me straight to him, That is why he’s going to put on this front as if I am some rookie. In XWL, I am.. Worldwide.. I am feared for my striking, and I make people know me, bro.

The interviewer rehashes what Matt said, and it segways him to the next question.

“What are your strengths? Other than your striking ability, as Brock Lesnar is no easy fight nor task.” Obviously referring to the body count, Brock has stacked up in his long illustrious career.




[MATT RIDDLE]
Do you really think that I wanted to come in any other way than guns a’blazing, you’d be kidding yourself if so. You see the top of the food chain, you want to rattle the cage, see what’s inside. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I am willing to go toe to toe bro. Brock thinks he can walk all over me, and hurt me, as everyone else thinks they can. Once we’re in the ring, all that talk is put down, and then I ground and pound the opposition. I put myself in a position of power and it’s night night for anyone that tries me. Dude, it’s so easy to get caught up in the moment. You will blink and that’s when I take the opportunity away from you, man. I’m not going to mince words, I coerced Brock because we will take each other to the limit, I’m faster, and he’s stronger. Heyman can talk for Brock, all he wants. I’ll make them both go to sleep holding each other close with a Bro 2 Sleep.

“What are your main goals going forward, in XWL or in general?”



[MATT RIDDLE]
I’m not here to coddle anyone, I love professional wrestling, and fighting is where I excel to the highest degree. Don’t get that twisted, I will make this ring my home, and defend it with pride.

The guy behind the camera doesn’t get a chance to speak because Riddle is still speaking directly from the heart.



[MATT RIDDLE]
I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty, I will still be The King Of Bros, and that’s enough said, you feel me? I don't hate Brock, I don't like Brock, he's just another bro in my.. way.

The words spoken by the newcomer becomes a bit harder to understand as the quality of the video seems to drop a little. Rather than getting the video straight from the source, it looks as if it was being recorded by a video camera. We soon realize that's what is happening as the camera zooms away from the monitor that Matt Riddle is speaking on and there were plenty of people watching, but we found out that there was one man specifically watching this interview from the back: Paul Heyman. He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes deadlocked on the monitor. The Advocate's attention never left it until Renee Young walks into view of the camera and lifts a hand to tap Heyman on his shoulder before lifting her microphone to speak.

[RENEE YOUNG]
Excuse me, Paul. After watching that... do you have anything to say?

[PAUL HEYMAN]
I don't know if you've heard the news, Miss Young, but local meteorologists are reporting that there is a fifty percent chance that an incoming storm could arrive the night of Cyberslam. If it does hit the night of Cyberslam and Matt Riddle finds himself caught in the eye of the storm and he finds himself hurt? I hope he realizes that he only has one person to blame and that person is himself. My Client, Brock Lesnar, and I have given him plenty of chances to walk away and we have warned him a plentiful amount of times. Instead, he runs off and weasels his way into possibly getting a match that he hasn't earned.

Heyman turns his head a little bit and from the corner of his eye, he looks back at the smug face of Matt Riddle that graced the monitor behind him. A look of disgust formed on the face of Paul Heyman before he turned back to Renee Young and wiped it away.

[PAUL HEYMAN]
I would also like to extend an invitation to Matt Riddle to join me in the ring next week - the show before Cyberslam so we can discuss things and I can give him one last chance to walk away before things take a turn for the worse.

Heyman adjusted his tie before he walked away from the scene, leaving Renee standing there with Riddle just finishing his interview as we fade away and head off to the next segment.

Renee Young:
Please welcome my guest at this time, Finn Balor.

Finn Balor:
Hey Renee. Nice to see ya again!

Renee Young:
You too Finn. Now, in recent weeks, you’ve been through hell. These crazy videos we see you in… it’s horrifying. What’s been going in inside your head, Finn?

Finn Balor:
Renee… you don’t want to know what’s been going on inside my head. My head is full of darkness and nightmares even the toughest men don’t want to dream about at night. All these videos will soon become clear. In due time, Renee… In due time.

Balor takes a minute as he shakes the images out of his head. He puts his head down as twisted thoughts race through his head. He slaps himself once as he looks back up at Renee and smiles once more.

Renee Young:
Okay then… So, tonight you have a match with The World Heavyweight Champion, The Broken King, Matt Hardy! Are you mentally and physically ready for this match tonight?

Finn laughs at Renee’s question before pausing a moment. He whispers to himself softly before looking up and finally speaking.

Finn Balor:
Do you know me Renee? I’m always ready for my matches. There is nothing holding me back from going out there and giving it my all. Matt Hardy… My dear Matt… King? No… No… No… You haven’t seen a true king yet. If you don’t recall, I am the Demon King. You don’t know what broken is… yet. Tonight, you will find out. I will break you Matt. I will drag you down to the pits of Hell and break your heart, soul, mind, and spirit. So Renee, the real question is… Is Matt Hardy ready to face me? No. Matt Hardy is not ready to face me. Matt Hardy will never be ready to face me. Not because of luck. Not because of pride. Because I am simply better. Every week I put my heart and soul into that ring to give the fans their money’s worth. I am not stopping now. It’s going to take everything he has plus a little more to beat me. I will rise above him tonight and continue my path to the Elite Title.

Renee Young:
Wow. Alright Finn. Speaking of the Elite Title, I have one more question for you. Do you have anything to say to The Undertaker?

Renee puts the mic up to Finn as he looks dead into the camera, as if he was about to speak to Taker personally.




Finn Balor:
Ahh, yes. The Undertaker. Listen… I’m gonna keep this short and sweet. I’m coming for you. The next time you see me, you’re going to be looking up at me, because you will be on the ground praying for your so called “Godhood” to finally arrive… but sadly it’ll be too late. It will be way too late because not even a god can stop me from claiming what’s mine. Your Elite Championship. See you in Hell Taker.

Balor smiles as he points his fingers at the camera and “pulls the trigger”. As he does it, the camera cuts to the next scene.

As XWL comes back from a commercial break, we cut to a camera moving through the backstage area with Ruby Riot in the frame. Ruby is moving with a look of determination on her face. A few stitches are visible on her upper lip, likely a result of the unexpected Kendo stick attack from her match with Charlotte that was cut short by JBL last week. The camera and Ruby stop in front of a set of curtains where Ruby begins to bounce for a few seconds before bursting through them. The camera stays where it is and it is now seen that she has just emerged onto the stage and her entrance music and lights have begun to go off.



The camera now switches to the arena camera and Ruby is standing on the stage motionless, with her hands behind her back. The frenetic energy she displayed last week when making her debut entrance is absent as she lets her hands drop to her sides and begins to walk down to the stage. She slowly and deliberately pulls herself up onto the apron and into the ring where she picks up a microphone from the mat and centers herself before speaking.

RUBY RIOT!
I don't know how all of you still feel the need to spend your money to come to this place. I knew coming in here that the Women's division was a mess, but this is at a whole new level. The level of competition is an embarrassment! Last week, I had Charlotte beat so naturally, her daddy had to come to the rescue. Unlike her, I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me, and I didn't come out here to talk. Charlotte, get your cowardly ass out here and let's finish what I was cheated out of last week.

Ruby takes a fighting stance and stares down the ramp towards the curtains waiting for the Flair daughter to answer her call. The call is answered, but not by someone who'd do it with Flair. The call that Ruby Riot gave was answered by a woman who'd rather do it like a Boss.



Nashville jumps to their feet and cheers echo throughout the arena as the theme of the Boss begins to play. Not quite what they or Ruby, were expecting but they weren't going to complain at all. A couple of seconds pass before out from behind the back walks out Sasha Banks who already has a microphone held in her hand.



The Boss walked to the center of the stage before performing her signature taunt where she pushed her hands out to the side after posing for a brief moment. Her feet lead her down the ramp and just after taking a step or two, her theme song slowly begins to die out which is a cue for Sasha to lift up her microphone.



[SASHA BANKS]
Ruby Riot, you've got it all wrong. You come out here and you talk about how the competition in this women's division is embarrassing after you've had one match? I think you should actually face one of the best that this division has to offer before you judge what the women in this hard-working division are truly capable of. Women who have busted their ass for weeks and weeks to make women's wrestling cool. You should face someone like Natalya. Maybe consider facing someone like Sister April because despite my disdain for that little witch, I know she means business and she brings something to the table that not a lot of women do. There are so many better women and you want to judge your opinion based off of a spoiled little princess who expects Daddy to hand her anything she wants?

Sasha shakes her head and laughs as she continues to walk down the apron. Her head then looks out to the crowd again, seeing a sea of people with their eyes locked on the two of them.

[SASHA BANKS]
Ruby Riot wants a fight and she wants someone who'll bring it. So, Nashville...

Sasha points to Ruby, but still keeps her eyes on the fans.



[SASHA BANKS]
Do you think I should go into that ring and show Ruby what this division is all about?

And to answer her question, the fans pop and cheer again.

A slight smile spreads on Ruby's face as she hears the crowd going off.

RUBY RIOT!
They're being loud and clear Sasha. If you think you can handle it, come and get it!

[SASHA BANKS]
Don't start a fight you can't finish, sister, because you don't know who you're dealing with.

Sasha lowers her microphone and reaches her hand out to the middle rope which she uses to pull the rest of her body up onto the apron. The Boss doesn't the ring where Ruby Riot stood just yet, though it was certainly in her plans to. Certainly, the urge to knock some sense into the Punk Rock women would get the best of her.

[SASHA BANKS]
I want to talk about something you said last week first of all; how you said people like me have kept you down. That doesn't make sense when I come from similar places like you, Ruby. I'm not like Charlotte Flair. I haven't been handed everything in my life because of who my father is. I've had to work for my spot. I have worked the crowds of just a couple of people. I've traveled from city to city making barely any money at all. I scratched and I've clawed to get to where I am and I earned my spot near the top of this entire division because I didn't back down from anyone. I didn't care how much bigger they were, or how much more experienced they were. I've stepped in the ring with some of the best that this company has had to offer, I've beaten some of the best and in doing so? I've earned the right to call myself one of the best.

A smirk flashes against one corner of the Boss' lips as she leans a little more against the ropes.

[SASHA BANKS]
You wanna talk a big game then I suggest you bring the big game because if you and I are going to do this, it's not going to be tonight. it's not going to be next week. It's going to be at Cyberslam because I'm going to want to give you a taste of what this division is all about when all eyes are on us, live on pay-per-view. I don't really care what kind of match we have. Does Falls Count Anymore, Tables and Extreme Rules sound good? Anything, as long as I get to slap that stupid little grin off your face, snatch you bald and show you just why they call me the Boss.

The hand that didn't hold a microphone was extended, waiting to see if her challenge would be answered.

RUBY RIOT!
You want to get your ass beat on a bigger stage? Even better. You've got yourself a match.

Ruby steps forward to shake Sasha's hand. The challenge was accepted, but Sasha made sure to get the last laugh, especially after Ruby Riot had the nerve to get all up in the Boss' face last week. Sasha unexpectedly pulled Ruby in close and with one swift motion, her forearm connected with the Punk Rock women's jaw which sent her staggering backward a couple of steps. The crowd pops as Sasha Banks quickly hustles her way into the ring and while staying on the attack, with all her might, she charges and tackles her now Cyberslam opponent to the mat. Fist were flying and connecting with each other but the brawl ended as quickly as it started as Ruby was able to push Sasha off of her and with the little time she had to get out of reach of the Boss' hands, she did just that. Exiting and ring and creating some distance, Sasha Banks and Ruby Riot stare down with one another as we fade away.

XWL returns from the commercial break with the eager crowd pumped up for the next segment. They continue getting anxious until they erupt in boos as the theme of the "Wrestling God" fills the arena.



JBL's limousine pulls up beside the stage in its routine spot. Virgil of course steps out of the front seats, wearing his tuxedo and bow tie, and walks to the back door of the limousine and proceeds to open it. First to step out is none other than the Wrestling God who is wearing his usual suit, tie, and of course cowboy hat. He actually looks happy for the first time in recent memory.

{Mauro Ranallo}
Here is what seems to be the most hated man here in XWL. He is a man who will do anything to win or get his way for that matter.

{Corey Graves}
Your absolutely right Mauro. Last week we saw him brutally assault Fin Balor with a baseball bat during their match, because it seemed he just didn't have what it took to put him down for the 3 count.

{Mauro Ranallo}
But we can't forget Corey how later that night he went on to interfere in the debut match of not one but two divas. He then went on to recruit the flairs as it seems, before Charlotte went on following in JBLs footsteps while she proceeded to assault Ruby Riot with a kendo stick.

{Corey Graves}
One can only wonder what's to come from JBL's newly found allies.  

JBL holds his hand out in front of the open limousine door before another hand from inside places itself into JBL's. With the help of JBL out steps none other than "The Queen of XWL" Charlotte Flair who is wearing her silk and feathered coat. She stands beside JBL before her father, Ric Flair climbs out who is wearing a suit and tie and immediately following him the the XWL giant, the Big Show who is also wearing a suit and tie. Then, as Virgil closes the door they all begin to make their way onto the stage and down the ramp.

{Mauro Ranallo}
Well Corey I guess we have our answer now. It seems Charlotte and Ric have joined the Cabinet.

{Corey Graves}
What does that mean for the women's division Mauro? Will we be seeing more of JBL's style tactics from Charlotte?

{Mauro Ranallo}
Dear god I hope not, I can only take so many screw jobs a week.

As the Cabinet makes it to the ring Virgil climbs the steps first and sits on the second rope and pushes up the third with his shoulder allowing Charlotte to step between them and into the ring. JBL the climbs between them followed closely by Ric. Big Show simply steps over the top rope as Virgil stands up onto the apron before climbing down and going to the technical team, grabbing a microphone, rolling back into the ring, and handing it to the smiling JBL. Virgil stands beside Big Show to await further instructions as JBL begins to speak.

$JBL$
Last week I shocked the world when I came down to this ring, and "ruined" the debut of Ruby Riot. I shocked the world when I, John Bradshaw Layfield shook the hand of one of the greatest men to step foot in the Wrestling business, The Nature Boy Ric Flair!

Ric steps up arms stretched out as the mixed reaction of the crowd echoes through the arena. Half the crowd cheers for the legend, the other half boo because of his new friend in JBL. Ric smiles and chuckles under his breath before stepping back beside Charlotte allowing JBL to continue.

$JBL$
Elegance. Beauty. Power. All describe the daughter of this legend. Charlotte Flair, the most talented and deserving woman on this damn roster. She came out here last week showing more talent and initiative to progress her standing in this company than most have done in their entire pathetic careers. That is why she's here in this ring right now, That's why she's a member of the cabinet, and that's why she's the A Wrestling Goddess.

Charlotte now steps forward, and kisses JBL on the cheek as the crowd erupts in boos of disapproval. JBL smiles at turns slightly red, almost not expecting the kiss. Charlotte smiles as she acknowledges the crowds reaction. She then steps back beside her father to allow JBL to continue.

$JBL$
Now onto the next matter at hand. My Intercontinental championship. It seems we have a "destroyer" in my Championship scene now. Samoa Joe. I'll give it to you son, you've been doing a damn good job around here, hell you took out the thorn that's been in my side, Sami Zayn. BUT that doesn't mean I think you should be competing for MY intercontinental championship. Everyone saw last week how when push comes to shove you just can't get the job done. I'm am A Wrestling God, and if you thi...



The crowd pops alot louder than usual at the sound of Samoa Joe's theme, probably due in part to the XWL universe despising JBL. Joe makes his way through the curtain with the look of pure anger displayed all over his face. Joe makes his way down the ramp quickly and with what appears to be some serious intent, he rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring, uncharacteristic of the Samoan Submission Machine, clearly a sign that he's not in a good mood. Joe gets right up in JBL's face and snatches the mic away from him.

(Samoa Joe)
CUT MY DAMN MUSIC!!!!!!

Joe waits a few seconds, but for Joe? right now? in this mood he's in? 5 seconds feels like 5 years.

(Samoa Joe)
CUT THE DAMN MUSIC RIGHT NOW BEFORE I COME BACK THERE AND CUT YOUR THROATS!!!

Joe's threat is clearly not taken lightly and following those threatening words, Joe's music is silenced damn near instantly.

(Samoa Joe)
Listen here you Punk, if it was "your Intercontinental Championship", then it'd be around your waist as we speak, but that isn't the case now is it? The real truth is that you're just a shitty wrestler John, and that's been the truth for about 20 years now. Back in your APA days about a hundred years ago, you used to be an expert in protection, people would pay you to protect them, well John if I were you, I'd find the modern day APA if such an idiotic thing exists cause NOTHING and I repeat NOTHING is going to stop me from beating your ass sooner rather than later, and John? by sooner? I mean RIGHT NOW!

Joe goes nose to nose with JBL and his face begins to turn red as the intensity is causing his blood to boil and spread through his body like wildfire.

(Samoa Joe)
So if I were you, I'd take your little phone out of your back pocket and start making some phone calls, maybe you call up your old pal Ron Simmons to come back ya up? how bout Orlando Jordan? here's a free suggestion, maybe you should dial 911 John, cause this? this is about to become a life threatening situation. And don't try and tell me that your stupid little posse of bitches is gonna do anything to stop the inevitable, because then, you'd  simply be lying to them John, and if there's one thing Joe doesn't like? it's liars!

Joe paces around in a circle in the ring for a moment whilst speaking.

(Samoa Joe)
Mothers, Fathers, Guardians, anyone who possesses a child here this evening, I'd recommend covering your children's eyes and ears if possible, because if you don't? then your kids will bare witness to me tearing this miserable rich lowlife apart limb from limb, I'm going to eviscerate you in front of millions of people John, they'll see your pain, they'll witness your anguish, they'll hear your screams, but when all is said and done, once that 24 hour shock period is over? the rest of the world will back to normal and when that happens JBL? You'll be going back to being what you've been your entire career, a subpar yet rich disappointment of a human being who's about to get the worst asskicking of all time for the entire world to see.

Joe tosses his mic down and prepares to knock Brawl with JBL, who is now livid himself, when suddenly.



Layla almost jogging out onto the stage before the brawl begins, stands at the top of the ramp, mic in hand ready to address the matter at hand.

{Layla}
Just a moment now gentleman. It seems you two have a common dislike for each other. But it also seems you both have a common interest in the Intercontinental championship, so I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to let the XWL Universe decide which one of you, or if both of you deserve that championship match at CyberSlam.

JBL and the rest of the cabinet are furious at what they are hearing, and Joe having the opposite reaction because of his faith in the XWL universe making the "right choice". Samoa Joe turns and smiles at JBL before he rolls out of the ring and XWL fades to a commercial break.




INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP CHOICES.

A. Barrett vs JBL
B. Barrett vs Samoa Joe
C. Barrett vs JBL vs Samoa Joe

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It looks like CM Punk is in complete control as he enters the ring. The Straightedge superstar begins to stalk Elias, not knowing the danger he's in. CM Punk feels someone tug at his boot. He turns around wildly to find it's none other than Dean Ambrose! Punk rips himself out of Dean's grasp and attempts to kick him. Dean moves out of the way and is reprimanded by the ref. By this time Elias has slowly gotten up and creeps behind Punk. Punk is quickly grabbed and laid out with a vicious Swinging Neckbreaker! Samson lays on Punk for the pin which the ref counts

1!

2!

3!

The ref holds up Samson's hand which he snatches out of the refs hand. Dean walks around and collects a microphone and slides into the ring. Samson and him have a slight staredown but it seems to mean nothing as Samson leaves the ring, his music dies out as Dean brings the microphone to his lips

[Dean Ambrose]
Well well well. Look at you now. I've been preoccupied with other stuff but don't think I forgot about you! No no, no matter how much I might want to ignore you, you make too much noise for that to happen! So let me give you some options to lay out before you. At Cyberslam I'm gonna rip you apart. I'm going to bite you. I'm going to scratch you. I'm going to put you through so much pain I'll make what Brock did look like child's play. The only difference is how it happens. So at Cyberslam here are the options

Dean crouches down so that he's at Punk's level

[Dean Ambrose]
The first option is after beating the complete shit out of you for however long I feel like doing it, I take your body, pick it up, and smash it through a table! If that doesn't tickle your fancy maybe you'd like if I did a match that ripped your skin apart. A match where you can try to escape if you want. You won't, but you could try. I'm speaking of a cage match. And if you're feeling really ballsy, maybe you'll step into my world. Where I can put you through a table. I can break your bones on ladders! I can wrap steel chairs around your head! Kendo sticks, trash cans, ANY AND EVERYTHING PUNK! Your fate is in their hands now. So you better pray they pick something you're good at. Good luck, Best in the world

Dean Ambrose drops the mic right by Punk's head. His crazed stare is the last thing you see as XWL fades to black



DEAN AMBROSE VS CM PUNK CHOICES:
A. Tables Match
B. Steel Cage Match
C. Extreme Rules Match

Normal Match

Non-Title



*Sorry Young I don't know why, but the video wouldn't upload at all*

So 15 minutes into the amazing fight between The Broken King, and Finn Balor we hear an all to familiar theme  




[Corey Graves]
What the hell?

[Mauro Ranallo]
Well this is certainly unexpected.


[Corey Graves]
That's the understatement of the century, Mauro. Of course, it's unexpected because there's a match going on right now!



Out of nowhere The Golden One's theme sounds sending the fans into a massive "POP!" to the dismay of The Broken King. Matt Hardy had just planted Balor with The Side Effect, was signaling for the end, but now his focus has shifted to the stage where Matt Sydal steps out, geared for his Fatal Four Way later in tonight's Main-Event sporting his "Find Your Golden Ticket" t-shirt. Furious by the disrespect of having his match interrupted Hardy leans on the ropes snarling, and that's when Sydal reveals a golden mic in his hand, which he raises up.


[Matt Sydal]
You didn't think I forgot about you did ya'? Nah, never...after all you're the one with MY title, and I was going to wait until after the match to address your highness, but....I'm a little impatient, and after all, there's no better time than the present right?



Hardy shouts from the ring at Sydal, growing more livid by the second, while the fans however...are loving every second of it...


[Matt Sydal]
So we need to address the elephant in the room, what kind of "King" sends a drone infused with the spirit of their deleted brother to- OKAY SERIOUSLY I can't even finish that sentence. Let's try again, shall we? Why did you send "Vanguard One" to retrieve "your" title last week instead of showing up like a REAL KING! If a man takes your crown, hell IF A MONSTER takes your crown, you walk up to that beast of a man and YOU TAKE YOUR TITLE BACK! You don't send someone else to do it, no see while you were reviving a drone, that's now possessed by your brother...there's a collection of words I never expected to pair together....while you were off at The Hardy Compound doing whatever deity stuff you do, I was doing what YOU should have done which is make those "peasants" bend a knee TO THE KING! But a pretender like you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? No...you can play king, but when it comes time to stand up for your kingdom, you prove how "obsolete" you really are.



The Broken King chomps his teeth together in anger as his looks up the ramp watching Matt Sydal.


[Corey Graves]
Unbelievable, If The Broken King sees fit to restore his beloved VanGuard One with his brother's essence....well then that's good enough for me.


[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, The King better get his eye back on the prize, Balor's starting to stir.



[Matt Sydal]
You can get angry all you want, you know it's the truth, and there's no "deleting" it...only facing it. So at Cyberslam, "THE BROKEN KING" better show up, and be prepared a Gold War. But first, OH MY GOD WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T TURN AROUND, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, THERE'S A DEMON BEHIND YOU!

The Broken King seems a bit confused by Matt Sydal's words so he turns around, and is caught with a well placed kicked to the gut by Finn Balor. He then proceeds, and pulls The Broken King in.

[Mauro Ranallo]
OH IT LOOKS LIKE BALOR IS SETTING UP FOR 1916!!!

Balor hooks the arm lifting The Broken King into the air hitting 1916.

The camera quickly cuts over to Sydal following Hardy being driven into the mat with 1916 who has his hand partially covering his mouth, the international gesture for "Whoops".

[Matt Sydal]
Oh wait, that's just Finn Balor...my bad, all this talk of deities, and spirit possessed drones had me on edge man. But uh, you look like you're taking a little nap so I won't disturb you. Sleep tight, don't let the deities bite! Or you know, do...whatever floats your dilapidated boat.


Balor covers The World Heavyweight Champion thanks to slight distraction from one of the men that will challenge Hardy for his title at Cyberslam, and the referee quickly counts


1....



2....



3!!!!!





[Mauro Ranallo]
FINN BALOR'S JUST PINNED THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Talk about a statement-making victory heading into his Elite Championship Match with The Undertaker at Cyberslam.


[Corey Graves]
The only statement made is that Matt Sydal ruined a perfectly good match for no reason!


[Mauro Ranallo]
He had a grip with The Champion and he let it be known.

[Corey Graves]
Yeah well now The Broken King has a gripe with him, and I see a "deletion" in his future.

The camera cuts to the ring to the next segment as Cactus Jack grabs a microphone and begins to speak.

Cactus Jack: Oh I am not done here yet. Now last week I got the match I desired at cyberslam against that little yellow belly no good son of a bitch Eli Drake last week when after some persuasion he accepted my offer but now its time to discuss what match types we will be putting up to get chosen so Eli my friend why don't you come out here and we can discuss this like men or are you going to sit backstage like a little coward after what I did to you last week?



Without any missing a moment Eli Drake walks out onto the stage, and quickly makes his way down the ramp.

.:Mauro Ranallo:.
The Name of Dummies looking angry here tonight.

.:Corey Graves:.
I mean he has every right to be Corey last week Cactus Jack forced him into a match against his will. So yes Mauro he can be pissed off..



He jumps onto the apron, and quickly gets into the ring. Eli looks upon Cactus Jack, and rubs his beard slightly then starts to chuckle to himself, but he still seems very irritated. He raises the mic, and begins speaking.

.:Eli Drake:.
Give me a good reason right now on why I shouldn't beat the crap out of you until security pulls me off of you to send you to the hospital. With your actions last week you have made this very personal between you, and I.

Eli walks closer to Cactus Jack, and appears to be still angry.

.:Eli Drake:.
The only persuading you did last week as  Do you realize no matter what choices you choose for these DUMMIES, YEAH that I am going to kick the crap out of you, because all my focus will be on you Mick, and you won't be able to get cheap shots in since it appears that is the only way your able to get leverage in this. Like last week for example I was celebrating my win over the world renowned Kenny Omega which is a big thing, and you hop over the barricade after being thrown then proceed to jump me from behind. These people may boo me but that is a coward act. If you were a real man you would try to attack me with me facing you. Maybe then I would have some type of respect for you, but now I see how weak you truly are. You are scared to go face to face with me that is why I am gonna take a shot in the ground, and say all the matches you have chosen somehow or some way all have weapons involved in them. Would I be wrong?

Eli slightly smiles as he watches Cactus Jack

.:Eli Drake:.
It's quite sad that you have to hide behind weapons for you to feel safe enough to step into a ring. You know you used to be this tremendous wrestler now look at you. Wrinkled, and saggy but still here you are...

Eli Drake turns towards the camera

.:Eli Drake:.
Hey Dummy working the lights can Mick get a spotlight on him already so this fossil can finally leave?

Cactus Jack: Oh Eli Eli Eli what is the matter ? Did I touch a nerve? You didn't like what happened to you last week? I only took a play out of your book and you are right I do like weapons, weapons are my friends, with weapons I can destroy a man like you, I can make you squeal like a little pig and watch as I bust you open and taste the sweet warm blood running down your face, oh what a glorious moment that will be. Now I don't have to hide behind these weapons to face you. I could face you in a normal match but that wouldn't be enough oh no that wouldn't be enough at all you see I want to punish you, I want to destroy every inch of you and at CybersSam Eli I hope you are scared I hope you are having nightmares as you should be. With that being said I might as well announce the first match type. Ladies and Gentlemen your first choice is a personal favorite of mine an Extreme Rules match!

The crowd cheers as Eli stares at Cactus sarcastically clapping as he predicted the match type would allow weapons whilst Cactus has a sadistic grin on his face.

Cactus Jack: So you guessed the first match type well done I guess there is a brain cell in that puny head of yours. Of course one of the choices was going to be an extreme rules match for gods sake I am the HARDCORE LEGEND! Why wouldn't I utilize the playground I made famous. You are stepping into my yard in an extreme rules match, my playground and nobody survives that not after I take you down to the fiery pits of hell and back just remember you brought this on yourself Eli all this pain and suffering could have been avoided just remember that as you are lying in the middle of this ring in pain and agony as I beat your lifeless body.

.:Eli Drake:.
Hey Dummy.. You do realize we have to give three choices? Here let me explain it to you, and I am gonna do it slow, because I know you've been hit in the head so many times. So you see we are supposed come with three match types so that these DUMMIES might want us to compete in, and they shall vote next week so we can find out what match type are we doing. This was made for the DUMMIES, and by the DUMMIES, YEAH! Did you comprehend that Mick or was even that to fast for you?

As Cactus is about to speak Eli cuts him off

.:Eli Drake:.
Before you start flapping those gums again. I am about to smack ya with the truth. I think the only reason why you want this Extreme rules match is so you can hide behind your weapons, because without them you don't stand a fighting chance. You can't move as fast as I can. Your not as strong as I am, but with a weapon in your hands you believe it evens the odds just a little bit. So let me make a choice for all Dummies out there.. how about a Falls Count Anywhere with no weapons...?

A slight smirk crosses the face of Eli Drake as he looks for a reaction out of Cactus Jack. Cactus Jack begins to smirk and laugh which seems to confuse Eli.

Cactus Jack: Wow you really are a dummie aren't you? A falls count anywhere match is right up my alley I can punish you all over the arena. We can go backstage, fight in the stands in the lockerooms and you think that gives you the upper hand ha please it is perfect for me. Now that you have wasted a choice it is time I reveal the last choice.

Cactus Jack then begins to grin really sadistically.

Cactus Jack: Now I might as well cut to the chase and just show you what the third match choice is so please Mr stage hand lower the CAGE!!!

The crowd erupts as a steel cage begins to lower. Eli Drake is beside himself he can't believe it. As the cage lowers weapons seem to be attached to it. Eli Drake tries to get out the ring but Cactus Jack catches him with a clothesline and then mounts him to begin his assault. The cage then lowers around the two men. Cactus then gets off Eli and grabs the microphone of the canvas as Eli is dazed on the floor.

Cactus Jack: There is nowhere to run Eli, nowhere to hide, you better hope this match type isn't picked as I will make you bleed, make you squeal like a pig as you are trapped in here with me like a piece of meat and I am the lion ready to tear you apart!

Eli gets to his feet and he looks terrified of the cage he quickly tries to escape by climbing out but Cactus grabs a chair that is held up against the cage and smacks Eli in his back which causes Eli to tumble to the canvas. Cactus has such an evil smile on him you can tell he is enjoying every minute of this. Cactus then picks Eli up and takes him and leans him against the corner turnbuckle and begins to strike him in the corner over and over again. He then proceeds to bite Eli on the forehead which causes Eli to cry out in pain. Cactus then turns round and goes over to where he had put the steel chair down. He leans over to pick the chair up but he doesn't realise that Eli has come to his senses and has taken down a kendo stick from the cage. Eli then runs over and smacks Cactus in the back. Cactus falls to one knee as Eli begins to batter him with the kendo stick until Cactus is flat on the canvas.

Eli then begins to stomp on Cactus shouting dummy as each stomp hits. He then mounts Cactus and begins to punch him in the face again shouting his catch phrase. Eli then sees another steel chair strapped to the cage wall and goes and retrieves it and then goes back to Cactus lifeless body. He then starts to hit Cactus over and over again with the steel chair. Eli then looks at the other chair and all of a sudden grins. He drags Cactus over to the chair and places his head on the chair. Eli then grabs the other chair and smashes Cactus over the head with it executing a devastating conchairtoe. Cactus rolls around with agony.

Eli drake then stomps on Cactus places him in place again and does a conchairtoe again. This time Cactus doesn't roll about he just lye's in the ring motionless. The camera zooms in on Cactus Jacks face where blood is coming out of his nose and mouth. El stands over Cactus with one foot on Cactus chest raising the steel chair in the air as he stands pretending he has just won a match. The cage lifts as Eli leaves the ring as the EMTs rush into the ring to see to Cactus. The load him onto the stretcher and put him in the back of an ambulance and rush him to the nearest hospital as an announcement is made that Cactus Jack vs AJ Styles will not be happening tonight.

Match choices
Extreme Rule match
Falls count anywhere (no weapons allowed)
Steel Cage Match