XWL Anarchy: 11/27/2017 - 12/4/2017

LIVE FROM: The Moda Center
Portland, Oregon

DEADLINE: 4:30 P.M. EST / 9:30 P.M. GMT


-/-  News heading into tonight's show  -/-


1.  Swann Dive

One of XWL's newest members, Rich Swann, debuted against a returning Kenny Omega in last weeks episode of Anarchy and the match did not disappoint. In what will be remembered as a thrilling bout between two superstars looking to establish themselves, Rich Swann eventually emerged victorious. These two exciting wrestlers will be facing some established competition this week, with Swann fighting Mr. Money in the Bank Sami Zayn and Omega fighting Dean Ambrose.


2.  Down and Out?

Miss Money in the Bank Ruby Riot, angry following a surprise interruption by the debuting Tamina, faced off against her ambusher last week in a painful bout. Ruby, despite being the smaller of the two women, was expected to walk over her opponent. This did not happen. Tamina ran roughshod over Riot, leading to the referee calling for an end to the match as Ruby was unable to continue. Will this be the beginning of the end for Ruby?



3. I Give Up

JBL's plan to get Matt Sydal to join the Cabinet grew to be so disruptive that Mr. McMahon himself felt compelled to attend last weeks Anarchy. The Chairman took issue with JBL's legal threats, and unhappy with Vince's responses to Layfield, Sydal came down to defend himself and his independence within the company. In a move that shocked everyone, Mr. McMahon sided with JBL and forced Sydal to either join the Cabinet or leave XWL. In a moment that sucked the air out of everyone watching, a defeated Sydal lay down and accepted his new lot as a member of the Cabinet.

4. Bad Moon Rising
XWL has a new woman in the hunt for April’s title. Ember Moon made her debut and issued a burning statement by chasing the Iconic Superstar Peyton Royce out of the arena. Ember showed an almost frightening determination to get her hands on Royce, and not even a chili dog to the face could stop her.

5. Enemy of my Enemy

Eli Drake finally had his opportunity to prove that he is truly ELIte, but as they have to so many people, the Cabinet intervened and caused him to lose his chance. Why did they get involved with the Elite title scene? How will Drake respond to this? All this and more on tonights Anarchy.








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We go backstage to see Seth Rollins sitting in a dimly lit room. He has his hands cupped as he's hunched over in the chair looking down at the ground.
Seth Rollins|The Future
"Since the dawn of time, the fate of man is equal to that of lice. Equal as parasites and moving without eyes" Men go blindly through life, feeding off others success like parasites. Like lice they NEED to feed off of others or they perish. The rely on their host until the host gets sick of them and rids themselves of said parasite. Kenny Omega is trying to feed off of me, he NEEDS to feed off of me. He says That I stole something from him.

Seth still looking at the ground chuckles

Seth Rollins|The Future
Sure, maybe I did start using "his" knee, but I made it my OWN I made it BETTER. "A day of reckoning when penance is to BURN" Penance will do nothing for you now Kenny, you will get no absolution from me, just more and more pain. It is time to rid myself of this parasite named Kenny Omega andBURN it in the fires of revenge, you made a huge mistake attacking me. Not once, but twice. You cost me a match that was very important to me Kenny...

Seth, still looking at the ground shakes his head


Seth Rollins|The Future
...and I won't forget that. I wanted to prove that I was better than Sami Callihan, the man who converted my former brother in arms. You took away my chance to prove that I still had what it takes to be a top guy around here. For two weeks now you've made me look like a fool. Blind siding me at every turn, ramming your knee into my FREAKING temple week after week.... and I tire of it, Kenny.

Seth wipes his face while still looking at the ground

Seth Rollins|The Future
"Crestfallen Kings comforting in their faith, unbeknownst to them is the presence of the Wraith" You call yourself the "King of the knees" all kings will eventuality fall. Let me let you in on a little lore Kenny, a Wraith takes on the decaying likeness of the man or woman who's going to perish, then they feed off of their life force, the Wraith comes for everyone sooner or later...

Seth looks up at the camera and chuckles, he gets up and walks off as the chuckling can still be heard. It gets louder and louder now when suddenly the screen flashes bright like lightning striking. When the light clears we see a decaying Kenny Omega where Seth Rollins was just sitting

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The decaying version of Omega chuckles as we fade to the intro...






Mauro
WELCOME EVERYONE TO XWL ANACHRY! We got a hell of a card here tonight as a couple of Champions will go one on one with some top contenders! We have April going one on one with Carmella and Seth Rollins taking on newly crowned Champion Chad Gable!

Graves
Don't forget about the Bullet Clubs Finn Balor taking on Kassius Ohno and AJ Styles taking on The Miz! It's going to be great!

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Matt Hardy stands up after his long battle with Sting, and his arm is raised victorious. He laughs, and lowers his hand. The ref lets go of Matt's arm, and Matt extends his arms moving around the ring laughing to himself as if he is celebrating. He motions for a mic as Sting rolls out of the ring. Matt walks over to the ropes closest to the ring announcer, and politely thanks them for handing him the microphone.

.:Matt Hardy:.
Portland! Your energy is ABSOLUTELY FULFILLING. I felt your power running through my veins! Now Together we are a dangerous mix!  This ability is truly a blessing from the Seven Deities, and I thank each of them for seeing the potential within me to carry ability. Now I would like to believe I have had a good bounce back so far after what transpired at Roulette, but last week Nero made quite a statement by attacking me. It has cemented the fact no matter what I do even if I ignore him he shall not go away.

Matt sighs has he has come to a realization

.:Matt Hardy:.
If I want to end this. I am gonna have to do something GIGANTIC. I am going to have to DELETE the very thing I created. He has turned into a monster, and he must be stopped. You wanna fight?

The crowd cheers

.:Matt Hardy:.
Then so be it. Let the war commence, but remember brother... you asked for this...

Matt throws down the mic as his music starts to play the screen darkens to black as we go to commercial

We cut to the parking lot and see Ruby Riot pulling in. As she begins to step out of her vehicle, an XWL official steps up and stops her.

Official
Excuse me Ruby, I've been asked to make sure that you do not step foot into the premises tonight. The doctors have not cleared you from the injuries you sustained last week and you cannot compete.

RUBY RIOT!
Are you kidding me? You're kicking me out??

Official
I apologize, it isn't my call. It's a liability issue. You're going to have to leave.

RUBY RIOT!
I can't believe this! I'm fine!

Official
Ruby, you have to go or I'm going to have you escorted out. Don't make this worse on yourself.

RUBY RIOT!
This is ridiculous.

Ruby, clearly exasperated with the situation, gets back into her vehicle and speeds out of the lot.

The tron displays a segment with "EARLIER TODAY..." written across the bottom corner of the screen. Peyton Royce enters the women's locker room and makes her way over to her opponent last week,
Natalya.

{Peyton Royce}
There you are! I've been looking all over for you. I think you and I could benefit from a little chit chat, woman to woman.

{Natalya}
If you're after a rematch, it's gonna have to wait.

Peyton tugs Natalya's arm a bit as she guides her to the corner of the locker room, for a little bit of 'privacy.' Highly suspicious behavior from XWL's Venus Fly-Trap.

{Peyton Royce}
I think it's safe to say that we've got a little bit of a terrorist problem on our hands.. Sasha Banks had the nerve to break into your home and assault your family. She's been a tacky little thorn in your side for months! And after our match last week, that-.. That-.. FREAK of nature ran me out of my own job! You should have seen her Nattie, she looked like a freaking demon! I tell you what, if I have to deal with one more of these demented, deranged nutcrackers, I'm going to lose my mind!

Peyton placed her hands on her hips, huffing and shaking her head while she rolled her eyes before returning her gaze back to the veteran, Natalya.

{Peyton Royce}
Something has got to be done about this.. I say we march to Layla's office right now, and demand that these criminals be brought to justice! No more backstabbing or heinous attacks from behind, we are the women of XWL, we are superstars, damnit! And we deserve respect, professionalism, and safety in the work place. Who's with me?!

Peyton raises her voice a bit, stomping her foot onto the ground in determination before she pipes down and draws back a bit, realizing she was only speaking to the woman right in front of her, Nattie Neidhart.

{Natalya}
You didn't seem to care about professionalism, or safety in the workplace 3 months ago when you "heinously" assaulted The Women's Champion. No, you seemed quite proud of yourself, and while I'm all for turning over a new leaf, I don't think the old ones have fallen far enough for this to be genuine. Besides, in case you didn't see last week, I didn't exactly embody your cause when I threw Sasha into a car, twice.

{Peyton Royce}
What can I say, Nattie? The leaves are changing, I'm a new woman now. Even though you went after Sasha last week, you did that to protect the honor of your-.. "Iconic" family. I'm proud of you for that! In fact, I admire you for that. So brave, so courageous, so-...

Peyton stops dead in her tracks as her voice trails off into the distance. She turns her head slightly towards the entrance to reveal a huffing Ember Moon standing directly in the doorway. Peyton looks on in terror for just a second, wide eyed, mouth agape, finger coming up to suggest that Ember think twice before moving any closer, all the while, ever so slightly stepping back away to put some more distance between the two.

{Peyton Royce}
Woah, woah.. Let's just calm down.. If this is about the chili cheese dog, I'll pay for a new face scrub. Y'know actually, my friend Veronica is a manager at Lush and I know she's got just the thing for you to help get rid of that-

In the blink of an eye, Peyton dashes behind Natalya, holding onto her shoulders from behind as she ducks her head down behind the Queen of Harts and barks out:

{Peyton Royce}
GET HER, NATTIE!

After a moment of silence, Peyton's confidence dropping right before our very eyes as Ember's wild eyes are kept completely fixated on the Venus Fly-Trap.

{Peyton Royce}
... Nattie?

Natalya simply tilts her head back over her shoulder at Peyton and responds with a not-so-sublte:

{Natalya}
You're a big girl, you can handle your own business, just like me.

Peyton's jaw drops as she looks on at Natalya, her eyebrows furrowing in "betrayal" while Nattie simply shrugs her shoulder out of Peyton's grasp and walks out on her, leaving her alone with the silent assassin, Ember Moon. Ember closes her eyes, and twists her neck to the left then to the right popping her neck.

.:Ember Moon:.
I am going to enjoy this...

Peyton's eyes widen in horror as Ember rushes her, and hitting Peyton with a forearm to the jaw. Peyton stumbles back grabbing her jaw checking to see if it is still aligned properly. Ember lets out a loud almost primilaristic scream as she sprints full speed at Peyton. She wasn't quick enough to react as Peyton is hit with a knee strike straight to the gut from Ember. She falls to the floor grabbing her stomach trying to catch her breath as it seems the wind has been knocked out of her. Security throws the door open running pulling Ember off of Peyton as she has just mounted Peyton, and begins making punches rain down to the face Peyton Royce. They finally pry off Ember off Peyton. Ember tries to break herself free. She lets out another blood curling scream looking directly into the eyes of Peyton Royce. We see Ember being pulled out of the room still trying to break free, but the last image we see is Peyton being helped up by security, and asking if she is okay. She nods as we go to commercial break.  

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Out of absolute nowhere, in the middle of the match, Peyton Royce's theme song begins to play. Her fiery rival as of late, Ember Moon, is standing alone in the ring, completely taken back by this daring appearance from the woman she had given quite the scare two weeks in a row and counting.





Peyton finally emerges out onto the stage, looking miraculously better than ever after the impromptu attack backstage earlier today before the start of the show. She carries herself in a sultry manner, always dawning a smug, wicked grin on her lips as she playfully waves to the currently competing Ember Moon.





Ember seems quite shocked by this as Peyton's slow and graceful strides come to a halt halfway down the ramp. Ember, however, even though she is fully committed to her current match with Paige, can't seem to get the Venus Fly-Trap out of her mind. Her gaze tells it all, and she seems absolutely hungry for competition. Suddenly, while Peyton Royce is holding onto Ember's bloodthirsty eyes, Paige rolls back into the ring.
Ember is so focused that she doesn't not hear the footsteps behind her. Paige turns Ember around, and places a well placed kick to the gut of Ember. She then grabs her by the head, and pulls her in. She sticks her tongue as she knows this is her moment, and quickly grabs the leg of Ember. She lifts her up, and drops immediately hitting the RamPaige on Ember. Paige crawls quickly, and covers Ember.





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Peyton Royce claps with a smile on her face as Paige stands up, and celebrates her win. The camera is focused on Paige as she makes her exit, walking by the Venus Fly-Trap who grins in her direction, but then we hear a voice on microphone, and the music abruptly stops.


.:Ember Moon:.
That's it..

Camera switches back to Ember to who is now getting up to her feet as she holds onto her head appearing to be in pain.

.:Ember Moon:.
Peyton, Next week. I don't want to fight anyone, but you. You wanna come down here, and ruin my second match in XWL. Fine, but your gonna have to pay for it.

Ember smiles as the fans cheer within the arena. She begins to step close to the set of ropes Peyton is closest to. Ember looks down on Peyton.

.:Ember Moon:.
You may have been thinking to yourself Peyton why you? Out of all the women here in XWL why you? Well the reason is very simply. I want to shut that big mouth of yours as I am sure that everyone in this building is tired of hearing your shrivel voice. It's almost like you love the sound of your own voice you talk just to hear it, but allow me to tell you something princess no one here wants to hear it. Everything I have done to you so far is exactly what you deserve, but its not over Peyton. At this moment for you there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I have taken my aim, but the thing you should know Peyton is I am trigger happy. When I pull the trigger I can't guarantee how many times I will fire. So what do you say Peyton? Do you think you have what it takes to stand toe to toe with me?





Peyton's venomous eyes narrow in on Ember as she hears the crowd taunting her and cheering at the though of an official battle between the two. She shakes her head slowly, almost grinning a bit before the camera gets close to her face, and we here her say: "You're on." The crowd erupts even louder as Ember nods and smiles eerily, quite eager to get her hands on the Iconic Peyton Royce once again. Embers theme song begins to play as the camera fades out on the two having a heavy stare down.

I noticed to late it wasn't recording, heres the ending half of the match

Eli walks out from behind the curtain, and steps out onto the stage. He looks very pissed, and yet he has every right to be. He makes his way quickly down the ramp, and goes around the ring to the other side. He grabs a steel chair, and then he walks over to Lilian Garcia ripping the mic out of her hands.

.:Eli Drake:.
Sorry darling for the next little while this thing is mine, because I am pretty pissed off.

Eli walks back over to the ring, and slides the chair into the ring. he gets up onto the apron. Eli steps between the ropes, and looks around the arena still looking very angry. He grabs the chair that he slid into the ring, and sets it up facing up the ramp. He sits in the chair, and raises the mic up to his lips to finally address the crowd as he has his head down.

.:Eli Drake:.
Last week, I was on top of the world. I felt that it was my night. All my hard word of busting my keister was finally gonna pay off. It was my night to prove all of the nah sayers wrong. I had that dummy right where I wanted him..

Eli shakes in anger as raises his head

.:Eli Drake:.
But that saggy old man, and his bitches came down that ramp. In the matter of moments I went from on top of the world to falling off the largest mountain.

Eli stands up, and throwing his chair back.

.:Eli Drake:.
WHAT GIVES HIM THE RIGHT TO DO WHAT HE DID?!

Eli turn to the camera to get a little more personal.

.:Eli Drake:.
JBL your a piece of shit, and I am gonna hunt you down. Then I am gonna kick your old ass around all over this ring, and your goonies will not stop me. I will go through each, and every single one of them until I get to you. I have taken out one of your guys already dont't you dare think I won't do it again. Do you think I am supposed to be scared of your guys?

Eli chuckles to himself

.:Eli Drake:.
Let's go through the list of your dummies! Virgil. It seems like every single week I see this guy get his ass kicked, but somehow he remains in this group of dummies. To me that says Virgil is a weak link in the chain. If that doesn't to you JBL you may need some glasses as it may appear your old age is catching up with you. It's 2017 you gotta be what? Fifty. I can see you breathing heavy just by walking down to the damn ring, and you call yourself "A Wrestling God". I call you a joke!

Eli checks a watch on his wrist.

.:Eli Drake:.
Hey look what time it is... Is JBL even here right now or is he catching the early bird special at the local Denny's with on top of that getting his senior citizen discount?

Eli has to pause with the laughs, and cheers from the crowd.

.:Eli Drake:.
On to the next dummy in the cabinet... Ric Flair? Oh boy.. you must have put this old fart with you to make you feel younger, but guess what JBL! YOUR STILL OLD! This isn't like the ugly girl theory! Where an ugly girl would surround herself with uglier women to try, and look cuter. Standing next to Ric Flair does not make you look younger in the slightest. You two look like the golden girls had a sex change, and to tell you the truth your doctor didn't do a good job. Each time you come out here shirtless we get to see your old floppy man boob smack yourself in the face. I mean good lord man its a miracle you haven't given your self a concussion off those damn things!

A slight smirk comes to the face of Eli

.:Eli Drake:.
Whose next? Charlotte. Ha! Next. All it is Ric Flair in a wig... and Brock Lesnar the guy who let's Paul Heyman do the talking for him cause Brock's voice sounds like a kid going through puberty. When he talks on the microphone I fall on the floor laughing my ass off. Do you think I really care what Brock has accomplished? That was before I was around! He is a normal human being, and he can be cut down like everyone else! I am not afraid of what he can do. That is in the past, and I am the future, because I am ELITE, and you can not spell elite without Eli. That isn't insult that is just a fact of life!



The crowd erupts in boos as the sound of cowbells fill the arena. They grow louder as the Cabinet emerge onto the stage. Led by JBL followed by Aiden English, Brock Lesnar, Virgil, and at the back of the line, wearing a ridiculous literal "Golden Ticket" costume with the words “the Cabinets Golden Ticket”, Matt Sydal. They all make there way down the ramp to the ring before climbing inside.

$JBL$
Howdy Eli, how are ya?

JBL pauses for a moment, chuckling under his breath before continuing.

$JBL$
Oh thats right, probably pretty bad seeing as to how you just FAILD at becoming Elite champion just like I knew you would. You can make all the claims you want but you and I both know your nothing but a mediocre joke who needed to be put in his place, and last week that exactly what I did. Put you in your place, the bottom of the barrel. If anyone deserved a shot at that championship it was JBL. Aiden English. Brock Lesnar. Hell even Virgil. But not you. You seem to think you deserved that match, that you earned it because you are XWL’s Elite, yet how can that be when you have never beat anyone standing in this ring? How can that be when you don’t have a fraction of the accomplishments of the men standing before you? How can that be when you're nothing more than a sideshow that people bring their kids to see and a quick laugh while the adults watch the REAL talent. You know who has real talent?

JBL points to Aiden English.

$JBL$
Aiden English. A production of greatness via the Cabinet. Who can say that they won a Slammy? That within their first month they have beaten not one but two former Intercontinental champions. A former Elite Champion and current Mr. Money In The Bank. And a former World Heavyweight Champion? Hell I can’t even say that, so I know for a fact you couldn’t even lace up his boots.

JBL now points at Brock Lesnar.

$JBL$
Brock Lesnar. A former World Heavyweight AND Elite Champion. A Beast who’s dominated men like Matt Sydal and AJ Styles. A Beast that not only beat the longest reigning Elite Champion in XWL history, but in the shortest championship match in XWL history in just a short 23 seconds. A Beast that uses Paul Heyman as an advocate because he’s a smart businessman who knows what it takes to get what his client wants. You claim that you don’t care about his accomplishments because they were achieved before you arrived here in XWL, but do you honestly think your attendance would have made a difference? You would just be another body he snapped in half left in a pool of your own blood and that son is a guarantee.

JBL points to Virgil.

$JBL$
Virgil. The most devoted man in this business. A man that knows what it takes to be successful. I pay him more in a week than you make in a year. I don’t call that a weak link, I call that loyalty. Sure he’s loyal to green, but not a single person could pay him what I do, therefore I have absolutely nothing to worry about.

JBL now points to himself.

$JBL$
John Bradshaw Layfield. A Wrestling God. A two time Intercontinental champion AND A Slammy winner. The founder of the Cabinet. The leader of the crusade to make XWL Great Again. The man who brought XWL out from near bankruptcy. An author of multiple books. A Financial Analyst for Fox News. The richest individual in XWL. The one that made Vince McMahon subdue to my demands. Not a single damn person can list half of my accomplishments yet rookies like you come out here and think your the next.....well.....JBL. Well let me be the one to rain on your parade son, because you’ll never be me. You talk about me getting up there in age, and your right. I turned 51 this week, but what does that say about you? You have yet to beat me in this ring. I on the other hand have beaten you 1...2...3 right here where we stand.

$JBL$
And as for the Flair’s, I’m not sure if your getting old and alzheimers or you just plain stupid but they haven’t been around in quite some time. Now you can make all the speculations you want but the simple truth is i sent them on a well deserved family vacation. A legend and a prodigy, more people that are above your station yet ones you still disrespect. But you see Eli it’s not your fault. I now know why you do what it is you do. You don’t know any better. Your a little rookie punk who sees people like the Cabinet members, wishing to one day be a part of something great, yet knowing you’ll never amount to anything. Hell you don’t have to take my word for it. Look at the proof. You got the chance to prove me wrong last night and you just couldn’t do it. Why? Because your nothing and never will be. Like I said before. Your a hack with a stupid punch line. You're a.....

Eli puts his finger up in the face of JBL.

.:Eli Drake:.
Don't you say that. DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT. If you dare copy that I am gonna smack the piss right out of you. Find your own damn shtick. I will not old back against you. Just because your old doesn't make much of a difference to me. The only difference is you will fall a lot faster than the others.

Eli paces back, and forth laughing to himself

.:Eli Drake:.
So you mentioned real talent?

Eli looks at each member of the cabinet that he listed off before ignoring Aiden English for a brief time, and laughs once again.

.:Eli Drake:.
That's cute. That's real cute. I don't see much looking at each of your guys, and If I am such a joke why was I in line for a title shot while you had your thumb in your keister trying to figure out if Virgil was right about chocolate being up there.

Virgil, and JBL look really up upset by Eli's comment, and JBl goes to speak.

.:Eli Drake:.
I AM NOT DONE TALKING YET! YOUR GONNA STAND THERE SHUT THE HELL UP, OPEN YOUR EARS, AND LISTEN, because I am about to lay down some truth for you.

JBL lowers his mic

.:Eli Drake:.
So you said you deserved my title shot for the Elite championship? Really? That's really funny! What have you done as of late that has even deserved a title shot? Last time I checked LOSING doesn't get you title shots. Your tag team match with Matt Sydal he did all of the work! He even picked up the win for you. I don't even see how you helped. He could have won that match by himself, and for your match with my best friend Bad News Barrett at Roulette you wouldn't have even won that match if it wasn't for this idiot over here. I am sure you remember Emergence don't you Johnny boy? Where YOU LOST! You gave it all you had, and it just wasn't good enough was it? You stand pretty tall for a man who is weak on the inside. How does it feel JBL knowing you can't win without any help? Does it keep you up at night? Does it make you mad that you don't have the strength to carry on? So you hired these goons to jump into your matches anymore, because you don't wanna come to terms that just maybe your not cut out for this anymore. Your afraid to lose, because you don't wanna look weak, but sad thing is John is you can't run from the truth. Sooner or later it's gonna get you, and everyone is gonna see you for the coward that you really are.

.:Eli Drake:.
You have been out there getting handed wins, and losing while I have been out here winning match after match after match without any help might I add. THE ONLY reason why I lost last week was because you and your cabinet of men. The thing you fail to see John is I show up to the arena every single week earlier than everyone else why you ask? To put in more work getting ready for my matches. Making sure I have watched every ounce of footage on my opponent so I know what to be ready for once that match comes. When I step out from behind that curtain I give it one hundred and ten percent applying the knowledge I have learned about my opponent during the day.  Don't you get lost in the sauce JBL I am not the man you wanna mess with. Remember with what I did to Randy Orton? You were so proud of yourself when you recruited him into your group, but it didn't last long did it? I cut the head off the snake, and left him to die.

Eli smiles as the fans in the arena cheer after that comment

.:Eli Drake:.
Now as you may also recall when I started listing the member within your group. I left two names off... Wanna know why?

JBL lifts the mic up to talk

.:Eli Drake:.
That's a rhetorical question dummy of course you wanna know. Aiden English does not need you, and he has proven that to not myself but all of these people here in attendance, and at home. Out of all people who could have gotten Most Likely to Succeed it wasn't you JBL. It was Aiden English that means at one point this year he is going to surpass you, and go for gold of his very own, but let me tell you this now..

Eli looks over at Aiden English

.:Eli Drake:.
When I become Elite champion. I better not see you come anywhere near me, because if I do I am gonna remember what you did to me last week, and trust me dummy I will beat the crap outta of you until you can't move anymore do I make myself clear? I don't think you wanna be embarrassed and sent off crying to momma JBL's arms do you? That would be really embarrassing for the both of ya.

Eli steps back with a smile, and looks at Matt Sydal

.:Eli Drake:.
Now onto you.. I gained respect for you last week not attacking me. You disobeyed the orders of this babbling dummy over here.

Eli points at JBL.

.:Eli Drake:.
The reason why I didn't count you as apart of these guys, because your not like these guys. Your better than each of them! Hell, you have beaten almost everyone in the damn cabinet. The only person you haven't faced is JBL, but you could beat him easily. Like I am about to... JBL enough talk.. Let's do this. I will fight you right now..

JBL begins to laugh with Virgil and Aiden English while Brock watches on, emotionless.

$JBL$
You...fight me...now? Are you a fool? There’s five of us and one of you. So I guess your the dumm.....



Bad News Barrett and Sami Zayn emerge onto the stage and make their way down to the ring. JBL and the Cabinet look pissed at this interruption but Eli Drake just has a smirk on his face as his "best friend" Barrett and Sami have made their entrance at just the right moment.Barrett and Zayn enter the ring and take their place next to Eli.

-BNB-
You might want to recount that number John. If my calculations are correct, there are three of us...and that is more than enough to beat your ass. You made a terrible decision by messing with Eli over here. I don't know if you've noticed, but he is very determined to win that Elite title. I've said it before and I'll say it again. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you...you just made another enemy.

Barrett points to Eli.

-BNB-
You have introduced quite the dilemma. See, I was planning on beating you again at Breakthrough, but I know Sami also has that craving and now Eli is about ready to tear your head off. So I was thinking, how do we satisfy all of these people? That's when I realized, the stem of all the B.S. that I've had to endure is your little Cabinet. Every time I'm about to end this, they come running to save you. Well now I've got my own Cabinet and they are gonna kick your ass. At Breakthrough we end this once and for all. Three members of the Cabinet against Eli Drake, Sami Zayn, and myself. No more cheap attacks. No more excuses. This is where the road ends John.


Sami looks right at JBL then to Aiden, Aiden locks eyes with Sami.

Sami
Hey, Aiden. Your heading doing alright? Seems like you may still have a bit of a headache.

Sami raises his breifcase and looks at the head sized dent in the case

Sami
That's quite a dent you left in my briefcase, Aiden. Maybe I should hire some lawyers and threaten to sue you over this.

Sydal, who is in the background smirks a little at this comment, Sami looks back at JBL.

Sami
Now you Mr."Wrestling God" I've been trying to end you long before my good buddy Wade over here, ever since you challenged me for my Intercontinental Championship and got lucky against me but, here's the thing. You're like a little Cockroach. Now matter how many times we smash you, you just seem to still live somehow and while resiliency is a trait I respect, I don't respect you what so ever and I NEVER will. You will always be a slimy good for nothing coward who hides behind others because he's to scared to face the world alone.

Sami looks over at Aiden

Sami
But you, you have so much potential. We all can see it in you but you choose to hang out with a bunch of old dudes in their sweat lodge. Aiden, you don't need John. You don't need Brock or Heyman and you DEFINITELY don't need Virgil. I know I joke around a lot, but the reality is one day you will be a top player here in XWL IF you leave JBL behind. If you don't? You'll forever be known as one of the most talented lap dogs XWL has ever had...

The fans all let out a simultaneous"OOOOOOH" as JBL looks very angry and Aiden looks insulted. A couple of seconds pass before Aiden finally begins to speak.


{Aiden English}
You know, that is very bold talk from someone who for the past month or so has been little more than BNB's sidekick.


This time it is the Cabinet letting out an "OOOOOOH", prompting Aiden to again wait a few seconds, before beginning again.


{Aiden English}
But you know what? You're right. Who exactly am I to talk about someone begins someone's subordinate when that is exactly what I am as a member of the Cabinet under mister Layfield? Well, here's the difference between you and I, Sami, and why I stay here in the Cabinet, despite whatever you, or Eli, or "The Broken One" might say. You see, there is a story that is told extremely often, especially here in the XWL. Do you all know what that is?

Aiden looks around the ring, as the other members of the Cabinet shake their heads as the audience members, along with Sami, Barett, and Eli all sigh at the thought of another analogy comparing XWL to stories from Aiden.

{Aiden English}
Ladies and gentlemen, the story I am talking about is that of the plucky underground, who was always told they didn't have what it took to succeed, who the powers at be were holding back despite all their talents and strengths, despite how much the fans loved them, they never could quite make it. That is, of course, until they finally do. They have their moment of triumph and everything they've worked oh so hard for finally comes all together!

Just as Aiden seems to be practically yelling from excitement, he suddenly stops, waits, and then begins to speak again in a much calmer voice.

{Aiden English}
But like I said, that story is told extremely often. The truth is....

Aiden points at Sami, then Barett, and finally Eli.

{Aiden English}
If you three didn't have a catchy theme song, or fun to say nickname, or some ridiculous talk show, the fans would not give a damn about any of you. The amount of men in this company who have the exact same personalities as you three, the exact same career path, and the exact same story they tell week in and week out, is ridiculous. The honest truth about the three of you is, you completely and utterly bore me.

{Aiden English}
Now, that is all well and good. But I can tell the question on everyone's mind. What does that have to do with the Cabinet? Well you see, the very first night I began working at this fine company, mister Layfield here offered me to be a part of his Cabinet. And what did I immediately do? I defeated BNB, a former intercontinental champion. Then I defeated Sami Zayn, "Mister Money in the Bank" himself, and a former Elite champion. Then, not only did I win the Slammy award for Most Likely to Succeed in 2018, I defeated the man who not only previously won, but the previous world champion.

Aiden looks back at the Cabinet before finishing.

{Aiden English}
I joined the Cabinet for one simple reason. And that was to immediately distinguish myself from the sea of others and this company and do something shocking. Showing up, and winning.

Barrett looks angry and is about to speak, he raises the Mic as Sami puts his hand over it. Barrett gives Sami a confused look as Sami raises his Mic.

Sami
I got this one buddy.

Barrett nods as Sami is no longer smiling or looking amused

Sami
You know Aiden, the fact you keep bringing up that you beat me is really starting to PISS me off, you know damn well each of those victories against Barrett and I was because of outside interference. You say that we bore You?

Sami points at Barrett

Sami
A man who beat the crap out of your mentor for months and took his Championship on more than one occasion bores You?

Sami points at Eli

Sami
A man who quite frankly could've beaten you for most likely to succeed, he's had one hell of a year and one of the best in ring performers and charismatic superstars here in XWL, bores You?

Sami then points at himself

Sami
Me, Sami Zayn. A man who won the first ever ELITE Championship won the Intercontinental Championship and IS the FUTURE World Heavyweight Champion, bores You?

Sami chuckles to himself

Sami
It's a damn good thing the XWL Universe doesn't have the same flawed out look you do. We are three of the best in ring performers that XWL has, then we look at the cabinet....

Sami points to JBL

Sami
A flabby out of shape lazy wrestler who is just looking to claim a check and doesn't care about elevating anyone but himself.

Sami points to Brock

Sami
An equally as old equally as lazy... I'm not sure what to even call you, what you do isn't "wrestling he'll I can't even classify it as performing without almost throwing up in my own mouth. The only exciting tho g about you is Paul Hey man and even he bores me. Got back to getting knocked out in UFC and to your mutant family.

Sami now points at Aiden

Sami
Which now bring me to you, Aiden. Like I said, you have great talent, but not much else. Your singing? If you can even call it that is by far the worse thing I've EVER heard, and I've heard Lil  Oump. Your mic skills are that of a chimpanze...

Sami sticks his hand up

Sami
Wait wait, I'm sorry that was to harsh, I apologize to the Chimpanze.

The crowd again let's out a choreographed  "oooooh"

Sami
Don't even get me started on that hairline Aiden, what are You? Like 30? Maybe? You literally have more hair on your chest than on your head. Like dear Lord man did you listen to your own singing and pull out your hair? I could think of many, many more insults, but I'm pretty sure my good buddy Eli here has some words to say.

Eli raises the mic up to his lips

.:Eli Drake:.
Your damn right I got something to say.

Eli walks over, and gets in the face of Aiden English.

.:Eli Drake:.
Yeah you may have beaten these two not cleanly might I add, but guess what there is one person who is standing in this ring that isn't in your cabinet of dummies that you haven't faced yet, and his name is

Eli points to his right

.:Eli Drake:.
E

Points straight out in front of him

.:Eli Drake:.
Li

And then points to his left

.:Eli Drake:.
Drake.

Aiden rolls his eyes

.:Eli Drake:.
Hey dummy, look at me when I talk to you or I am gonna have to open a can of whoop ass right here right now, and show your boss exactly why the cabinet will never succeed in a fight against...


Eli points to his right

.:Eli Drake:.
E

Points straight out in front of him

.:Eli Drake:.
Li

And then points to his left

.:Eli Drake:.
Drake, and if you have any problem with that. I'll be happy to show you how wrong you really are. There is no stopping me. There is no where to go, but up for me from here. The thing that really bugs me though that I just don't understand. Why do you would trust your life to this sleazeball?

Points at JBL

.:Eli Drake:.
What has he done that was so fantastic for you? He hasn't helped you in the slightest. You would have earned that award without him. You have talent, but you waste it protecting this piece of shit of a human being do you realize that? If not your a dummy...

.:Eli Drake, Sami Zayn, Bad News Barrett:.
YEAH!

.:Eli Drake:.
You see there is a difference between your winning streak, and mine. Your winning streak is full of help here. Help there. Help everywhere. The only legitimate win that you have had that I have cared to seen is against Matt Hardy, but... some would argue even that isn't legitimate. For everything that Matt has been through these past couple of weeks can shake a man to his very core. So I think we can all agree that loss upon his return from his brother turning on him is very expected. So they way I look at it is you don't have a real win yet, and with this tag match on the approach your not winning that one either. Not, because you can't. It's because I won't letcha, and that isn't an insult that

.:fan:.
IS JUST A FACT

.:Eli Drake:.
Quite down dummy.. is just a fact of life!

JBL looks at all three of the men standing before him.

$JBL$
Are you three done? All I’ve heard since you three have come out here are lies and false statements. Lets start with the soulless leprechaun. You want to talk about how I need the help of my business associates or win anything but where where they when I ended you Intercontinental Championship run? Because they damn sure weren’t out there helping me win that match, you did that fine all by yourself. Or how about that Barrett has been whooping my ass these past few months? That may in fact be true but you forget to mention son, I’ve had him laid out on his ass far more times than I’ve been on mine. You go on to talk about how Eli Drake is one of the best performers in XWL and he could have won that Slammy, well sorry to break it to you son but could have doesn’t mean a god damn thing. Aiden English was the one who won that Slammy not that dummy standing next to you. Which brings me to you. How your such an accomplished superstar here in XWL, you’ve done it all, yet I’m still considered a top player while your nothing more than a spot filler. No one wants to see Sami Zayn Mr. Money In The Bank and they damn sure don’t want to see you World Heavyweight Champion. You talk all that smack about the Cabinet, yet every member could beat you in this ring any where any time. Hell two of us already have.

JBL now turns his attention to Eli Drake.

$JBL$
And you. Dummy with the dumb catchphrase. You wanna y’all about wins that matter? You e been facing jobber here and part timer there, in matches that people take pisses or get a snack during. Your no attraction, and your damn sure not champion material, your a joke. You make excuses of why Aiden English beat Matt Hardy but the FACT OF LIFE is that he beat him because he’s THAT DAMN GOOD. We all knew he Matt is a crazy son of a bitch, that’s nothing new. My question is what kind of excuses are you gonna make when Aiden beats you or when the Cabinet beats you and your friends? I don’t give a damn what you “allow”. We’re walking out victorious and if you think you can change that your just as delusional as your buddy Matt, and you saw what happened to him.....

JBL turns back to Aiden with a look of a father being proud of his son. He now turns back to all three of his rivals.

$JBL$
You see gentlemen the thing you three can’t seem to wrap your minds around is that no one in the Cabinet NEEDS help. However we WANT to aide our fellow members any way we can. And never will the record books say “the Cabinet helped Brock Lesnar defeat Matt Sydal”, or “the Cabinet helped Aiden English beat Sami Zayn”, or even “the Cabinet helped JBL defeat Wade Barrett”. No, all it will say is that we were victorious and our enemies weren’t. So as for this tag match, as I’m sure you can tell, we accept the challenge. We will gladly prove to you and the world what the Cabinet really is capable of. We will prove that we are the best in XWL and we will continue our crusade to Make XWL Great Again!

JBL tosses the microphone hitting Barrett in the chest before turning and exiting the ring along with the rest of the Cabinet. The two groups stare into eachothers souls before XWL fades to a commercial break.

As Anarchy returns from commercial break, we're thrown backstage, where we saw Renee Young, standing by.

{Renee Young}
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Rich Swann.

Swann walks into frame, looking beat down and disappointed after his match with Sami Zayn.

{Renee Young}
Now Rich, what's going through your head after that loss to Sami Zayn, especially after that great win over Kenny Omega in your debut match here?

{Rich Swann}
Well Renee, to be honest, I got cocky. After that win over Kenny, I felt like I was on top of the world. Like I had finally made it here in the big leagues, and that now everything would be go my way. I had scratched and clawed in order to even get a chance here, and I figured that after winning just one match all that work had paid off.


Rich Swann stops talking and makes a fist, looking agitated at himself, before continuing.

{Rich Swann}
Can you believe that? To think I just figured "Oh yeah, everything's gonna be fine, I don't need to worry about Sami Zayn, the guy who won Money in the Bank, I've made it". The truth is Renee, I haven't made it yet. Not even close. And after this loss, I feel that hunger again. That drive. What I felt back in Philadelphia, wrestling in high school gyms just to pay for my gas. It's all coming back to me, and that should put the rest of the XWL roster on notice. Whoever faces Rich Swann next, know you're facing a lion. A starving lion. One that is ready to feast on whoever is in its way. To that person, I have just one question.

Swann glances at Renee, before looking right into the camera, and letting out a small smile.

{Rich Swann}
Can you handle this?

Swann begins to moonwalk out of frame, admittedly finding it rather difficult due to the damage he has sustained,
as Anarchy rolls on.

Normal Match

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SPOILERS








As Tamina celebrates her win which is made just a little sweeter by the knowledge that Ruby Riot is out of action by her hand, cheers start to break out from one particular section of the crowd. Suddenly the camera sees Ruby vaulting over the barricade, seemingly having been somewhere in the audience. Ruby has a chair in her hand as she rushes the unsuspecting Tamina. She slides into the ring behind her and, with a resounding crack of steel against flesh, slams the chair solidly against Tamina's back. Tamina stumbles forward in surprise and pain but stays standing. Ruby again smashes the chair into her rival but Tamina just arches her back in pain before turning to face the woman that wasn't even supposed to be in the arena. Ruby doesn't seem to be intimidated by the physical fortitude being shown by Tamina and as Tamina takes a step towards her she bounces the chair off her forehead. This strike does some damage and Tamina drops to one knee. Ruby takes advantage of the opportunity and drives Tamina's face into the mat with a headscissor DDT. As Tamina struggles to rise from the mat following that combo, Ruby bends over her and yells.

RUBY RIOT!
I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH ME!

Tamina groggily looks up at Ruby, clearly expecting another attack. Ruby, however, just looks down at her in disgust and exits the ring before climbing back over the barricade and leaving through the crowd just as she came.

As we return from commercial break, the Boss aready stood in the ring. Microphone in her hand and feeling as confident as ever after a decisive victory over Miss Five Feet of Fury herself, Alexa Bliss.

[SASHA BANKS]
Before I say anything, how about we take a look at what happened last week.

We switch over to the titantron and a clip from last week begins to roll. Sasha Banks leaving the arena only to be jumped by her former best friend who so happened to be stealing a page out from Sasha's book of tricks. The attack wasn't a simple hand to hand fight that resulted in a couple of fists being thrown. Sasha's side was smashed by the car door, she was power bombed on the car and then thrown into it. You had to wonder how she was able to walk right about now.



And as we return to the arena, Sasha fakes a smile and claps her hand to the confusion of the crowd. Why would she be smiling after that? Why on earth would she be applauding her actions? It made no sense but then again, not a lot has made sense ever since Sasha turned on Natalya from out of the blue.

[SASHA BANKS]
That’s right. You all saw it. She did it. Natalya got the best of me. Natalya outsmarted me. Natalya jumped me when I had my guard down and you can tell she wasn’t holding back. She came with intentions to hurt me and she did just that. She hurt me. She powerbomb me against a car and then threw me full force against the side of a car with everything she had. I’m not really feeling one hundred percent right now and I’m hurting more than my damn ego of mine is willing to admit. I think Natalya deserves a round of applause for getting the upperhand over me last week. I think she deserves another because she… she’s actually surprised me. To see that side of her come out and I could feel the anger every time I was thrown against the car. I could feel her blood boiling every time she grabbed me. I could see the red in her eyes. That wasn’t the same Natalya we’ve all known and only some of us have loved. This isn’t the same woman who’s all about empowerment… This is the Natalya I’ve been looking for.



[SASHA BANKS]
The pain I’m feeling, though it hurt, every bit of it has been worth it. Don’t you understand? This is what I’ve wanted all along. This is what everyone has wanted all along. I’ve grown sick and tired of seeing this same ‘ol Natalya who’s all about being nice and giving chances. I’m sick of it. I’m sick and tired of you and everything that you’ve stood for because it’s the complete opposite of what I believe in. I want this Nattie. I want this Nattie who’s going to make me bring out the best Sasha Banks possible. I want you to have to push me to my limits and further and I now know you are going to do that. You are going to give me a run for my money more than you did at Roulette. It makes me want you again. It makes me want you at Breakthrough in another match.



[SASHA BANKS]
I thought this has been fun before but now, I can assure you things are going to start getting interesting. Things are going to start getting real interesting. I would even say things are about to get far more personal, but uhh… I don’t think it gets more personal than breaking into someone’s house, assaulting both their mom and their dad, destroying their personal property, a Divas Championship for those who don’t remember, and leaving them a giant mess to clean up.



[SASHA BANKS]
April was right though. This isn’t just another fight. This isn’t just another battle that you’ll walk away from. This isn’t about wanting to see who the better wrestler is. The technical wrestling and trying to out do one another is all in the past. Listen to me, sweetheart, because I wanna go to war with you. I wanna fight you. I want to see you bleed and watch you beg for mercy. I want to be able to smack another steel chair over your skull and watch you fall to the ground helplessly. I want your back to be covered in marks from each time I swing a kendo stick at you. I want you to say it to my face that I am the best woman this division has to offer and you are nothing more than a washed up, wannabe women's wrestler. Most of all, I want to end you. I want to end you so this company can stop focusing on women like you who are the past and we can move on to featuring women like me - the future of this division and this company as a whole. I want to start bettering this place at Breakthrough because like I said, I want another match. I want a chance to go one on one with this Natalya. The one who’s not afraid to hurt me. I want this more than you could possibly understand. I want you to hurt me. I want you to remind me why all the years of scratching and clawing have been worth it.



The spiteful mood in the arena is uplifted as Natalya's theme sounds causing everyone who was sick of Sasha's spiel, to rise up in loud cheers as all focus shifts to the stage. The lights turn to a hue of pink, and her usual tron graphics pop up, and soon out steps Natalya already armed with a microphone and determination in every single step.



She stops after reaching the ramp, and stands there for a moment eyeing Sasha from across the way with an almost insulting smile.

[Natalya]
Are you really sure you want to go one on one with THIS Natalya, as you put it? After all, the one that's supposedly obsolete in every way to women like you in this division, beat you after you had given me your best, and it WASN'T good enough. So we have to ask ourselves, are YOU really up to par to face me? To go throwing around words like "I want to end you" after all, that's a pretty tall order. An order that I'm not too sure The "Boss" is even capable of handling.



[Natalya]
You may think of yourself as the "future" of this division, but sweetheart, not if I have anything to say about it. You are everything that has been wrong with Women's Wrestling for too damn long. You come in entitled, you refuse to pay your dues, as if you're the exception, and then what happens after your quick rise to fame? It's over before you know it because shocker...you weren't ready, and judging by your behavior ever since...you're STILL not ready. No, The Wrestling Business isn't this glamorous scene you admired all through your childhood, it's paved with pain, it's a grueling journey from beginning to end. And depending on your attitude, it can either be long, or it can be REALLY short. In your case, it'll be latter.



[Natalya]
Because you have no respect for this division, therefore we have none for you, and I'm here to inform you that you Sasha Banks, are no longer welcome. Your kind is a dying breed, one that I will personally ensure becomes nothing but a bad memory that will serve as a reminder to the women to come, of the dark days that once plagued this company. You took Eddie's "lie, cheat, and steal" a little too literally, and look what you've become. You are a disgrace, you are pathetic...not I, no...YOU Sasha, you are the pathetic one, because you couldn't handle losing to April, again...so what did you do you? You got desperate, you concocted this grand plan to once again be the center of attention, at the expense of the woman you called your "best friend." You join a group of lowlifes like The Bullet Club, and you resort to cowardly tactics like coming after my family when they were always nothing but good to you!

You can feel the emotion radiating off of Natalya as her hand firmly tightens around the microphone.

[Natalya]
I don't want to "bring out the best" in you, I want to put an end to this by any means necessary, and if that involves putting an end to you...then so be it.

Crowd popped and showed their clear approval. They were tired of this. Tired of this new Sasha Banks - or well, old Sasha Banks before the friendship Natalya forced a change of heart for the better. The Boss turns to the crowd and asks a favor of them before she addresses Natalya.



[SASHA BANKS]
Do me a favor and shut up, alright?

The crowd does the opposite as they boo and stay loud. Sasha ignores them and speaks up over them.



[SASHA BANKS]
To clear things up a little, I have respect for this division because, despite everything, this is still where I've wanted to be since I was a little girl. I have respect for this division. I have respect the Women's Championship. I want what's best for it. Here's a little correction to the statement you made to make things understood: I don't have respect for some of the people in it because some of them have done nothing to deserve my respect. You have women like you who never even earned their spot and are only here because of who their Uncle is - and I say your Uncle because no one ever gave a damn about your Father. He was always the Marty Jannetty of the Hart Foundation. You have April who is suddenly forgiven after months of torment for no good reason. You have women like Carmella who I could out wrestle with two hands tied behind my back. Talk about a diva. And then there's Alexa who, like Dana Brooke, was a failed bodybuilder so she decided to give a try at this. Not because she dreamed of doing this since she was a child or anything. No.



[SASHA BANKS]
The Bullet Club, though we're not the nicest group, I'll give you that, are people who can relate to me and can appreciate me for the talent I am. AJ Styles is without any doubts the best male performer in this company and constantly he gets overlooked for people who couldn't hold a candle to him. He gets me. He relates to me. That's why he wanted me as part of his Club. You call us cowards but we see ourselves as people who are doing whatever it takes to make a name for ourselves because that is what you have to do - not that you'd know that since you've had your Uncle holding your hand with every step you take. I've paid my dues. I've struggled, scratched and clawed to get where I am. I'm not going to let you stop me from taking back what is rightfully mine. Not the championship, but I want your throne, my Queen.



[Natalya]
Nepotism, really? I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Who the hell do you think you are to question my spot on the roster? You, the woman that when the going got tough when her promise to expose April was proven to be anything but "legit' ran away instead of admitting she was wrong, instead of being woman enough to show respect where it was owed, she walked out. That is why you have no respect for this division because you didn't even have enough respect for yourself to show your face around here for a MONTH! You sat at home sulking, trying to blame everyone else but yourself for your shortcoming, and when that didn't make you feel better, you decided to come after me, because I'm everything deep down, you wish you were. You WISH you could struggle and bounce back, you WISH you could scratch and claw half as much as I have, and actually stand there with your head held high in the face of the defeat, and be ready to work that much harder the next time. You WISH you could pay your dues, but instead, you'd rather get a quick meaningless rise to fame, that ultimately was proven to be a FLUKE because you couldn't do it again. No, Sasha...you can question me all you want, but everyone here knows that the person you should be questioning, is yourself.



[Natalya]
And that eats you alive, doesn't it? To stand there knowing I'm right, knowing that you will never be "The Boss" again, no...not of me, or anyone else in this division. You've dug your own grave, and it's time you rot for every horrible thing you've done! The END is here, and I will be your judge, jury, and executioner!

[SASHA BANKS]
You dont know what you got yourself into.



[SASHA BANKS]
There MIGHT have been something that I left out. I said I wanted another match and you seemed to be on the same page as me. You want another chance to really lay it into me and I'm glad we can at least agree on that - that we need to have one more match. It's good to know there's something that we can agree on still... but you don't know the kind of match that got yourself into. I always assumed that training in the dungeon would've given you the common sense to ask questions before jumping the gun. I don't think a normal match was enough for us anymore because... because after I really laid it into your family, I believe things are a little too personal for that. You remember how a few months ago we were supposed to have a Submission match before Dana interrupted us? I was thinking about that... but that didn't feel like enough either. Falls Count Anywhere. Last Woman Standing. Iron Woman. So many different possibilities but let's make one thing loud and clear... I want your career to be killed off and you want all of this done.

Sasha creeps closer to the ropes and leans over them, drawing closer to Natalya. A smirk crept up on her features and it was worn heavily as the words finaly left her.

[SASHA BANKS]
Sasha Banks versus Natalya...

BURIED ALIVE.

The arena does a double take as all jaws drop, including the unsuspecting Natalya who stands there, questioning whether or not she heard that correctly. Did Sasha just challenge Natalya to a Buried Alive Match? Surely that's not the case? Not only has it been 6 years since the last match of that type in XWL, Women have never competed in such a match, or even aspired to...this isn't one of those "let's smash the glass ceiling" moments...no because that ceiling is somewhere underground with piles and piles of dirt on top of it. This isn't like competing in Hell in a Cell, there's a reason this is such a rarity in The Wrestling Business because this is very real, this isn't a match, this is a literal fight for your life, and Sasha's promise to end Natalya, has never felt more real than it does right now...she doesn't want to just defeat her, she literally wants to bury the days of a division where Natalya exists. Sure things have been beyond personal since their rivalry reignited, but a challenge like this...proves it wasn't all talk, it is her mission to kill Natalya's career, and a victory for Banks should Natalya actually accept...will literally make that a reality.

[Natalya]
Buried Alive?

Despite Natalya's stunned tone, Sasha just stands there as stone-faced as ever, this isn't some joke, she's serious.



[Natalya]
Has all that bleach seeped into your brain? Because you have got to be out of your damn mind to even think of challenging me to a match, a...a thing, like BURIED ALIVE? You can't be serious, tell me...you're not seriously so consumed by the idea of killing off my career that you would actually ask for a match where the only way to win, is by LITERALLY BURYING YOUR OPPONENT ALIVE?! News flash Sasha, AJ Styles may be The Phenomenal One, but you're not "The Phenom" and his supernatural powers didn't suddenly transfer over to you in his absence. You have to be kidding yourself if you ACTUALLY think this is a good idea for either of us.



[SASHA BANKS]
I'm not asking you for this match... I'm telling you this is going to be the match we're facing in... and you can either show up and face me like a woman at Breakthrough or you can run away with your tail tucked between your legs like a little diva who's afraid of getting down and dirty. This will be the biggest challenge I've ever faced since the day I decided this is where I wanted to be and damn it, I'm willing to risk EVERYTHING to get what I want, to make it to the top, to make the point that I'm trying to make and if having to... having to risk getting buried beneath a mountain of dirt is what it takes to prove to everyone that your time is up and it's my spotlight to hold nowadays... then you can BANK on that.

Again Natalya takes a moment to ask herself if she's truly willing to go there, she's said she's done playing around that if this is how Sasha wants things to be then so be it...but, this is the turning point, this is where it is all so real and there's no longer just talk, it's time for action. Fans themselves are eerily silent, sure at first thought the idea of Buried Alive is exciting, it's fresh, it's so sparingly done, but that's for good reason. Rivalries while personal, heated, they don't branch off into this territory because it becomes a question of if it's truly worth the risk. And Hell in a Cell, Last Man Standing, those are all serious and have ramifications for your career sure, but that's just your career, Buried Alive merges that seriousness with the reality of your actual life being put at risk if your opponent manages to toss you into an open grave, and BURY YOU ALIVE. As Natalya's thoughts surely run wild, suddenly...her demeanor changes, as if a switch within was flipped, and the fear in her eyes...disappears.  



[Natalya]
Oh, you stupid little girl....do I need to remind you who I am? I am Natalya Neidhart, The ONLY female graduate of The Hart Family Dungeon. I've been getting down and dirty since before you were writing about your cute little aspirations in some ratty notebook. Did you also aspire to be driven into an early grave? To be beaten within an inch of your life, and chucked into a deep...dark hole never to be heard from again? Well have no fear, your dear friend Nattie is here, ready to make all your dreams come true.

The 3rd Generation Superstar starts to smile, which in turn makes Sasha herself smile...this isn't an oh we're happy kind of smile, it's more so a grin...a mischievous grin that both women share right now.  



[Natalya]
Rest In Peace, Sasha....while you still can.

The remark didn't seem to phase Sasha though. If anything, it made her smirk grow more intensely as she watched that more intense and serious side of Natalya - the side she was begging to get a piece of - showing through for everyone to see. Sasha drops her microphone and begins to step back to the center of the ring, nodding her head in approval now. Whether she has yet to realize what she got herself into has yet to sink or maybe it has and she just didn't have it in her to care, we didn't know... but we now knew that Sasha Banks and Natalya would once again be competing in BURIED ALIVE and the stakes couldn't be any higher as we fade away to a commercial.

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Luke Harper walks to the back after his victory over Brother Nero. People quickly get out of his way to avoid the deranged looking wandering man. He looks like he's going straight for the exit when suddenly a voice calls out to him. Luke turns around slowly and comes face to face with someone not typically seen here anymore

[Stephanie McMahon]
Hello Luke. I'm sure you already know, I'm Stephanie McMahon

Steph outstretches her hand towards look with a dazzling smile. Look looks down at her hand before looking back at her.
His look is unnerving and clearly making her uncomfortable. She slowly brings her hand back towards herself

[Stephanie McMahon]
Anyway, I saw your match. Pretty impressive. A McMahon has always had a great eye for talent and let me tell you, you are very talented. Not only are you strong but you move almost like a cruiserweight! You could have a bright future here. Tell me Luke...what do you here?

Luke digest her question, his eyes squinting for a while. Luke has spent the last year basically wandering around without a purpose. He came back to XWL to find...something. But Luke hasn't figured out what that what exactly is

[Luke Harper]
I...don't know...

Stephanie McMahon smiles at that answer, the gears in her head spinning madly

[Stephanie McMahon]
We're all trying to find that something Luke. It's hard to do on your own. But I could help you. You have talent that shouldn't be looked over. Stay on your own and you'll never experience the best competition this place has to offer. But I can hep you find what you're looking for Harper

Luke's brow furrows. He gives Stephanie McMahon a cautious eyes thinking her deal to be just a tab bit too sweet

[Luke Harper]
And why would you do that?

Stephanie gestures around the building before smiling at Luke

[Stephanie McMahon]
The Bullet Club...The Cabinet...The Anti Cabinet Alliance. Buried alive matches! Luke, this place is turning into a war zone! I absolutely adore it! XWL is changing as it always does. And I plan to be apart of that change. My brother may be okay with staying on the sidelines but I'm not. We're gonna shake things up here. And when we've conquered everything there is to...I want my job back

There's a fire lit in Stephanie's eyes. She seems intent to get in on all the chaos with the goal of maybe recapturing her job she lost over a year ago. Luke just takes in all that Steph has to say

[Stephanie McMahon]
I can help you Luke. All I need is you to help me. When you stand upon the bodies of AJ, JBL, Sami Zayn, and whoever else gets involved with this chaos I promise that you'll find your purpose. What do you say?

Once again Stephanie extends her hand. Luke looks down at it, considering his options. His eyes scroll back up and that unnerving stare returns. Luke looks as liable to hit Steph as easily shake her hand. After a few intense seconds Steph is about to give up before Luke slowly grasp her hand, moving it up and down

[Luke Harper]
Deal

Luke turns around and makes his exit out the door. The camera turns around and the shocked face of Steph turns to that of a victorious grin. Steph has found herself a playing piece. Stephanie McMahon has officially reentered the game of war

when you hear there’s going to be a women’s buried alive match


when you realize this is a literal Christmas present sent by the XWL gods


congratulations to David and Austin for making XWL history~
we’re all shook.

We see Matt Sydal, unfortunately still in his "Golden Ticket" costume, walking down the halls, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. It's embarrassing, to be walking by his peers, peers he's walked down these halls as Champion before, dressed in this ridiculous getup, all because he didn't take part in the mauling of Eli Drake last week? To take who he is as a person, and make a mockery of it by reducing him to nothing more than The Cabinet's own personal mascot? He just wants to get to his locker room, get this stupid costume off, and get the hell out of here before JBL tries to get him to fetch him some coffee, or pack his begs. As he reaches the door to The Cabinet's locker room, where he's unfortunately forced to dwell in, he notices that the door is slightly ajar, which given the lavish style The Cabinet lives in, this is extremely peculiar. However, with the night he's had, the last 3 weeks in general that he's had, he shrugs it off and thinks nothing more of it as he pushes open the door...


And before Matt Sydal shows Chris Jericho hitting the ground harshly. Matt looks up to reveal none other than Dean Ambrose. He's sweating profusely, his eyes hold rage, and his knuckles are bruised and bleeding. He looks up and sees Matt Sydal and at first he looks like a deer caught in headlights. But seeing Matt Sydal making no move Dean grins

[Dean Ambrose]
I see this doesn't bother you all that much. Why should it I guess after the shitty few weeks you've had

Dean looks around before walking towards Jericho. He nudges him with his feet a few times, making sure Jericho is out cold. Once satisfied Dean takes a seat on Jericho's back and gestures around the room

[Dean Ambrose]
You're just the man I've been waiting for! I know you Cabinet guys use the same locker room. I knew I was probably walking into an ass kicking but all I could fine was Chris Jericho. I was gonna leave and then I thought...Didn't the Cabinet beat the shit out of Sami and cause him not to be able to have his match for the Intercontinental Championship? So I guess all I can say is...

Dean looks down at Jericho below himself and back up to Matt Sydal

[Dean Ambrose]
...An eye for an eye. But this isn't about them. I'm here to see the Golden Ticket. Matt Sydal. So lets chat. Preferably before they all come back and destroy me

[Matt Sydal]
Look, Dean, after everything I've gone through these last 2 weeks, I really can't deal with you right now. I can't boast about my victory at Roulette and rub it in your face...because that victory ultimately put me in this stupid costume right now, and you sit there laughing as if this is some kind of a joke...

Matt looks up and down at the ridiculous giant "Golden Ticket" costume JBL forced him to wear tonight, his eyes barely able to see the "Property of The Cabinet" inscription, clearly he's embarrassed on top of frustrated over all this nonsense, to begin with, so to say he's "not in the mood" is a grave understatement.

[Matt Sydal]
But you weren't laughing when The Bullet Club got a taste of their own medicine, were you? Guess what goes around really does come around, huh?

Dean looks up and down at Sydal's get up and smirks slightly

[Dean Ambrose]
I'd say the same for you. You seem to have this weird fetish getting off embarrassing people and trying to prove your superiority. But now look at you? A stooge for a man you probably could beat if you had too. You wanted to beat us so bad you made a deal with the devil and it came back and bit you in the golden ass. Anywhere I don't care about JBL. And I don't care if you wanted to throw a pity party for yourself for the rest of your career. I made a challenge WEEKS ago and I...

Dean gets up and stomps on Jericho's back

[Dean Ambrose]
....Don't like...

Another hard stomp to the back

[Dean Ambrose]
...To be ignored! If I didn't see you as an enemy before I sure as hell do now that you fly Cabinet colors. Your redneck boss started this. And even if he didn't....I just don't like you. So what do you say? You and me one more time at Breakthrough? You could say no but I mean...I could make your life so much harder than it already is Matt

[Matt Sydal]
You know, if I were you...I wouldn't go around threatening to rough up The Cabinet's shiny new toy, after all, they're cunning enough to reel me in, you think they couldn't bullshit their way into owning a common street urchin? You'd be fetching his limo by this time next week, so unless you want a sudden change in career, I'd suggest you keep the threats to a minimum.Now as for your challenge, you'll have to forgive my rudeness, but it's kind of hard to focus on a challenge from a man you've beaten several times when you have someone threatening to sue you, and this company, if you don't join their stupid little "cabinet" because you didn't take his demands seriously so suddenly your nonanswer automatically, becomes a yes. Why do you even wanna face me? Find someone else to bother, I nothing to prove to you that I didn't already prove the last time we went one on one, and at Roulette, when I said I could beat you with ANY partner, and I did. So what in your twisted mind makes challenging me to ANOTHER match, a good idea?

[Dean Ambrose]
Oh come on, you rolled me up the first time! That hardly counts and at Roulette I think I had something in my eye. You may have beaten me but if I recall Sami and I won at Cyberslam in the steel cage. It isn't like I've never picked up a win. I need this like I said, for my peace of mind. And if I don't have any peace no one else is gonna get any? You think your idiot boss can trick me? Wrong. I never make deals with businessmen. Try to throw insults like street urchin in my face. You're right. I am street trash. But growing up on the ugly streets of Cincinnati has taught me better than you. You screwed up. And now you have to live with it. Life sucks I guess

Dean shrugs very uncaring like

[Dean Ambrose]
You're gonna give me my match for three reasons. One, if you don't have a match with me then I guess you're gonna have fun driving JBL around that night. You'll have no match. You think anyone is gonna wanna face you with those idiots in the background? Eli wasn't even involved really and he got destroyed. I'm the only one crazy and maybe stupid enough to actually face you. Two, I'll just hound you. You aren't making any friends by going against them. Eventually, they'll stop saving your ass from me. And I will keep going until i get what I want. And three...I haven't really thought of a third reason but give me some time and I'm sure I will. Just accept the match. I'm asking you. I didn't knock your head off from behind, I'm not making you sign a contract, I just want a match. Make my life easier and who knows Matt...maybe the Club will make yours a little easier. Can't exactly be under contract if you have no boss...if ya catch my drift...

[Matt Sydal]
The enemy of my enemy is my friend? I don't know about all that, but what I do know is that Matt Sydal doesn't back down from a challenge. You want me at Breakthrough? Well, I'd say I need to ask my "boss" but given the sudden development that is Chris Jericho needing to be scraped off the floor and dumped into the nearest medical facility for gold knows how long...I think it's safe to say you've got yourself a match.

Sydal stares Dean straight in the eyes, and leans in a little bit closer.

[Matt Sydal]
But lemme make one thing clear, your boys better stay in the back, because if you truly want a chance to prove yourself, you do it on your own, the same way I have since day one. I want The Dean Ambrose that single-handedly thwarted The Authority and ruined their planned "demise" of him on the grandest stage of them all. I want that man across the ring from me because standing across that ring from you, will be the man that took your boss' World Heavyweight Championship on one leg, at that exact event. Except for this time? I've got two good wheels, so that makes me twice as dangerous.  

Dean grins savagely at Matt Sydal
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[Dean Ambrose]
I'm gonna prove exactly why I'm as good as they say I am. Why don't we make it interesting? You've beaten me in regular matches. They most certainly suit you. Why don't we step into my world this time? No holds barred. Think you can hang in a match with me where anything goes Matt? If you accept then you're accepting a loss. And after I beat you? I'm coming for the rest of these assholes next. We got a deal?

[Matt Sydal]
Your world? Last I checked, I competed in, and WON a match of that type at Breakthrough, come to think of it...wasn't it against your Bullet Club buddy, AJ Styles? So you wanna suffer the same fate as him? Be my guest, you're on.

Having agreed to the terms, they share one final glance before Dean turns away from Sydal, to deliver one last stiff kick to the ribs of the already brutalized Chris Jericho, then leaves the room. Sydal instead of rushing to the aid of his fellow Cabinet brethren, is reminded that this is the man who cost him his match against Brock 3 weeks ago, so he himself turns away from Jericho, and begins to rip off his costume, finally freeing himself from the torture the night was, as we fade out.

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A hard superkick from Omega sends Ambrose stumbling back into the ropes. Ambrose quickly leans back onto the midde rope, before connecting with a brutal rebound clothesline on Omega. The force of Ambrose's clothesline cause Omega to land on the top of his head.


Slow to his feet, Ambrose looks toward Omega and calls for the end. Ambrose lifts Omega to his feet. He hooks the arms of Omega before suddenly, Omega spins out of the hold.


V-Tigger out of nowhere!


Just as Ambrose collapses from the hard knee, Omega falls as well. Exhausted, he fails to capitalize on his surprise knee strike.


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Seth Rollins sprints down the ramp, looking to get revenge on Omega. Hearing the music of his rival, Omega finds a second wind as he springs to his feet. As he turns toward the entrance ramp, it is too late to prepare for the incoming attack as Seth Rollins is already in the ring.


Rollins unloads a series of punches, knocking Omega into the ropes. The referee motions for the bell, calling for a disqualification. Rollins begins trash talking Omega while still landing punches to Omega's body and head. Surprising Rollins, Omega connects with a hard forearm to the jaw of Rollins. The force of the forearm dazes Rollins for a moment, dropping him to a knee. Seeing opportunity, Omega begins unloading punches on Rollins. Being the fresher man, Rollins is able to spring up from his knee and drive Omega into a corner. Rollins begins ramming his shoulder into the abdomen of Omega.


As Omega looks finished, Rollins runs to the other side of the ring. He looks into the audience before charging at Omega on the other side of the ring. Rollins leaps toward Omega, looking for a flying forearm. He connects with the forearm that sends Omega stumbling out of corner. With Omega on wobbly legs, Rollins jumps with a kick that connects to the side of Omega's head. After landing hard on the mat, Omega rolls outside of the ring, not wanting to take anymore damage.


Rollins beats his chest as the audience cheers loudly. Suddenly, Rollins is shoved hard in the back. As he turns around, he is no face-to-face with the man he just got disqualified, Dean Ambrose. Ambrose begins yelling at Rollins saying, "That was my match!" Ambrose's face grows red as he is now forehead to forehead with Rollins. Uncomfortable with how close Ambrose is, Rollins pushes Ambrose by the face. As Ambrose stumbles back, he gains a sadistic smile before charging at Rollins.


Rollins and Ambrose begin exchanging punches. The audience erupts as the two men brawl. After a few moments, Rollins begins to gain the upper hand. He forces Ambrose back to the ropes, before sending Ambrose out of the ring with a clothesline.


Rollins begins to breath heavy, still feeling the effects from his match with Chad Gable and now having brawled with two men. He looks at Ambrose on the outside of the ring before look into the cheering audience. The crowd begins to grow louder as something is happening behind Rollins. A sound similar to the first time he was attacked by Kenny Omega.


Rollins' eyes growing big as he turns around. Rollins moves his head slightly, avoiding a knee whistling by his head. Rollins avoids Kenny Omega's knee, stepping behind his rival. From behind, Rollins grabs the arm of Omega. Taking a step back, he pulls the arm causing Omega to quickly spin around. As Omega spins, he his met with a hard knee strike under his chin.

Omega's eyes roll back as he drops face first to the mat below. Laying there as if he'd just been shot, Omega can be seen bleeding from the mouth. With a similar scene from a few weeks ago, the roles have now reversed as it is now Rollins standing over a fallen Kenny Omega. Finally getting his revenge, Seth Rollins' theme song begins to play.


Rollins stands there, his eyes glued to the lifeless Kenny Omega. With this final shot, XWL Anarchy transitions to a commercial break.

Anarchy returns from a commercial break and fades into the backstage area where we're greeted with multiple security standing on either side of a door that reads “The Miz” in the shape of a mock star imitating one found on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. After the events that transpired seven days ago, The Miz isn't taking any chances as he heads into his first defense at Breakthrough, and with his first one on one contest against AJ Styles looming over the horizon, one has to assume that his full attention is on his defense and not the match tonight. After a few moments, Renee Young walks into the shot, causing the security standing guard to change their stance, as if a threat were approaching. This causes Renee to almost jump backwards, almost expecting to get attacked, but when she doesn't, she simply mouths, “I just want an interview.” The security don't budge an inch as Renee slowly approaches the door, tapping her knuckles against it and causing the sound to echo throughout the corridor. A few moments pass before the sound of the door being unlocked is heard, causing the security to return to their original stance as said door swings open, revealing the wife of the World Heavyweight Champion in Maryse to emerge. She looks around before spotting Renee, almost a look of disgust fills her face.

Maryse
What business do you have outside of my husband's dressing room?

Renee pauses, obviously a bit intimidated by the taller, blonder, Maryse, who seems poised to strike at any sign of a wrong answer.

Renee Young
.. I was just hoping to get a word with the new XWL World Heavyweight Champion-

Maryse quickly cuts Renee off, completely disregarding whatever the interviewer was about to say. The wife of the World Heavyweight Champion glancing over her manicured nails.

Maryse
Do you have an appointment?

Renee Young
No, I-

Maryse
Then get lost. My husband, the World Heavyweight Champion, has much more important things to do than socialize with a-.. Middle-class Katie Couric.

The Miz would walk out from inside the locker room, the commotion grabbing his attention. He stands near Maryse and looks towards Renee before speaking.

The Miz
And you are?

Renee Young
I'm- You know who I am, you interrupted my interview with John Cena last week.

The Miz
Doesn't ring a bell. I don't know who you THINK you are but I'm the World Heavyweight Champion and this is my personal locker room, so why don't you go interview someone at your level? I hear John Cena's available. Run along now before I-

Something catches The Miz's eye,causing him to turn to his left as his and the unknown person's eyes lock. The security, sensing that something is on the verge of going down, change their stance in anticipation but The Miz quickly puts a stop to that when he places a hand on the shoulder of the nearest security guard.

The Miz
Look who decided to show up. Have you come to forfeit our match tonight?

The camera quickly pans away from Miz, his guards, and his locker room to see just who in the hell Miz is talking to, the mysterious man of the hour turns out to be none other than the Phenomenal One himself, AJ Styles.

(AJ Styles)
No actually but you're not far off, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and I thought I'd do you a favor, I thought I'd take some valuable time out of my day to stop by you're little luxury locker room over here and give you some advice, some advice that's worth more than you and your precious little wife's net worth combined.

The Miz
And just what would that be AJ?

(AJ Styles)
Don't show up to that ring tonight, because when the clock strikes that 2 and a half hour mark for Anarchy, when the anticipation from the XWL Universe is at it's highest, when the whole world knows it's MAIN EVENT TIME and the bright lights begin to shine down upon that ring, AJ Styles will be stepping up those stairs once again, he'll be stepping through those ropes once again, and he'll be stepping into HIS house, that XWL ring out there. I thrive under pressure Miz, when the lights shine brightest, when the pressure of the world is on my shoulders, I am UNTOUCHABLE in that ring, and seeing as that shiny new nameplate of yours on that title there has barely had it's chance to break in, I figured I'd do you a favor and spare you the embarrassment of going out there tonight and getting obliterated by me in that ring.

(AJ Styles)
Whether your smug little ego since winning that title wants to believe it or not Mike? I've got your number, I've got Cena's number, HELL I'VE HAD YOU 2 IN MY BACK POCKET THIS ENTIRE YEAR!!! and now they wanna put me One on One with you in the main event of Anarchy with no title on the line and if you ask me that's just a bad business decision. Lemme ask you Mike, what's gonna happen if you piss me off enough that I just go ahead and decide to snap your damn leg off? that's just not good for anyone now is it? no title match for me at Breakthrough, no title match for Cena at Breakthrough, and no big champions paycheck for Miz at Breakthrough either, it would just be bad for everyone. So if you ask me, you should just pack your bags, book a red eye flight to take you about as far away from here as you can tonight, and just stay the hell outta my way for a couple of weeks, cause come Breakthrough, that World Heavyweight Championship comes home to it's rightful owner, The PHENOMEN-

As AJ is about to finish his sentence Miz raises his hand signalling AJ's mouth to go closed as The Miz has something to say.

The Miz
When I hand goes up, your mouth goes shut. I know that's a foreign concept to you, Styles, so I'll keep this brief. Week in and week out I hear you talk about the same things over and over again, how you beat me and John Cena at Roulette, about how you've had our numbers since day one, but if memory serves me well, my name isn't John Cena, you haven't beaten me on a consistent basis. The only loss I have to you is at Roulette, and if one “win” is all it takes to have someone's number, then that means I have yours as well. The difference between us, however, is that despite your victory, despite everything you've done for the past year, you stand there with nothing to show for it, while I stand here with the World Heavyweight Championship in my possession.

The Miz
And it eats you up inside knowing that regardless of how “Phenomenal” your year has been, I stand here with the only prize you truly want, and not only did I deny your entry into the Money in the Bank Ladder Match some months ago, I beat you to the World Heavyweight Championship. So stand there and continue telling everybody how you have my number, I'll just stand here and tell everybody that I have the World Heavyweight Championship. Tonight will be nothing more than a formality, after I beat you in the center of that ring and have my arm raised as the victor, I will walk into Breakthrough as the World Heavyweight Champion and I WILL walk out of Breakthrough still the World Heavyweight Champion, and it will be AWESO-


In a moment that brings some comedic relief to the crowd, Styles puts his hand up just as Miz did to him a few moments ago, this time however it's the World Champion's mouth that goes silent as a result.

(AJ Styles)
See Miz, when MY hand goes up? YOUR mouth goes shut otherwise the end result for you is my fist knocking your little movie star pearly whites straight down your freakin throat! Now let's get something straight right now movie star, you don't get the easy way out, you don't get to stand there and say that you've got my number as I do yours just because you climbed a ladder whilst 2 real men, 2 real warriors, 2 real WRESTLERS were too busy kicking each other's asses from pillar to post allowing you to snake your way up a ladder and to a Money In The Bank Ladder Match spot. The difference between your "win" and my win?  My win over you was CLEAN AND DECISIVE! You climbed a ladder and pulled a briefcase down, congratulations Mike, you want an award for that? because it doesn't take skill or talent to climb a ladder, it takes skill and talent to go toe to toe with the best a company has to offer and to have beaten ALL OF THEM!!! I beat you clean and I did it face to face and man to man, I PINNED YOU for the 3 count, which is something you're just quite simply incapable of doing to me kid.

The mood immediately gets 10x tenser as AJ just called the World Heavyweight Champion a "kid"

(AJ Styles)
There's an old saying, "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink". I gave you a chance movie star, I gave you a chance to walk away and keep your "image" relatively strong going into Breakthrough in a few weeks, but just as I expected your smugness would get in the way of whatever intelligence lay in that brain of yours. You've made your decision to show up tonight because you "think" you're actually capable of beating me, I just hope for your sake that it's a decision you don't come to regret because tonight? The whole world's gonna see what happens when a poser, when a fake, when a "movie star" steps into the ring with a professional wrestler, and not just any professional wrestler, THE BEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER IN THE WORLD!!! The end result will tarnish your reputation, it will shatter your image, and it may end your Hollywood career, and your XWL career forever....

Miz seemingly brushes AJ's words off right there but his expression gives away the fact that AJ may have just planted the seed of doubt in the World Heavyweight Champion's head, you can tell Miz is running the scenario through his head, what if AJ runs through him with ease? could it hurt or even potentially end his Hollywood career? For now, Miz has to put his thoughts on the backburner as AJ continues on.

(AJ Styles)
Tonight will be the last motion picture you EVER star in Miz, ULTIMATE HUMILIATION STARRING MIKE "The Miz" Mizzanin and CO-STARRING THE MAN WHO WILL HUMILIATE HIM INTO HIDING! THE PHENOMENAL ONE!!! AJ STYLES!!!

AJ gets right up in Miz's face and just as the security is about to intervene Miz once again gives them the signal to stay put as he stares down Styles.

(AJ Styles)
See ya on the red carpet "champ"....

With those final impactful words delivered, the 2 time World Heavyweight Champion disengages from his staredown with the current World Champ and proceeds down the hallway towards the Bullet Club lockeroom leaving Miz and Maryse to retreat into their luxury locker and potentially plan out a strategy for tonight's "must see" main event.

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Having the World Heavyweight Champion right where he wants him, Styles begins motioning for his finishing maneuver: The Phenomenal Forearm. Patiently waiting for his adversary to rise to his feet, Styles is chomping at the bit, ready to shut The Miz up and moments away from holding another victory over the World Heavyweight Champion just weeks before their Triple Threat encounter at Breakthrough. With the referee checking on a slowly rising Miz, Styles takes this opportunity to preemptively launch himself up off the apron and onto the top rope, his signature forearm in mind, however, unbeknownst to him, The Miz's wife, Maryse, has made her way towards the ringside area through the crowd and with as much force as she could muster, causes the top rope to shake, making Styles lose his balance in the process.

The Miz notices this out of the corner of his eye while the referee still has his back turned, oblivious to the events that just transpired. Maryse quickly hops off the apron and disappears from immediate sight, the referee being none the wiser. Styles, now split legged on the top rope is pulled off to the canvas with a thud before being rolled up by the World Heavyweight Champion. The referee, unaware of the interference, slides down to his knees and begins to make the count.

1...

2...

3!

AWESOME!

The Miz rises up to his feet, his arms thrown into the air while his theme plays throughout the arena, a wave of boos raining down into the ring as the referee hands The Miz the World Heavyweight Championship. Styles has made his way towards the nearest corner, firmly grasping his family jewels as The Miz flaunts his “deserved” victory over the Phenomenal One, mouthing what could only be derogatory terms that aren't picked up on camera, causing Styles' anger to grow by the second.

With The Miz's back turned to the entrance ramp, the negative reaction from the live audience in attendance shifts to cheers as the third man in the looming Triple Threat match, John Cena, sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. He spins around an unknowing Miz and lifts him up onto his shoulders for all of a split second before nearly sending him through the canvas with an Attitude Adjustment. Styles, knowing what's in his future, tries to change his fate with a Pele Kick but Cena is able to catch it in mid air and almost instantly locks Styles in an STF. Cena's yell is the only thing heard as he tries to decapitate Styles with his submission maneuver, a bit of payback for last week.

Cena eventually releases Styles from his grasp and makes it back to his feet. Cheers fill the ring as Cena is shown standing tall in the center. He spots the World Heavyweight Championship a few feet from him and makes his way towards it before lifting it up off the canvas, looking at it almost as if mesmerized by it. A few moments pass before he lifts it high above his head as a positive reaction falls upon him. The Miz is down seated halfway up the ramp, holding his back, with Maryse at his side, while Styles is sitting with his back on the corner end of the barricade, the last image shown is Cena holding the World Heavyweight Championship in the air before Anarchy goes off the air.