XWL Uprising: 1/27/2013 - 2/3/2013

*Uprising returns from a brief commercial break with Michael Cole standing by*

{Michael Cole}
Welcome back to Uprising. What an amazing night we’ve had so far and what we’ll sure be even more amazing later on tonight. We’ve had a lot of great things happen already including some surprise returns. Speaking of returns, I’d like to direct your attention to the name of one person that person being, none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin.

*The crowd begins to get off their feet at the mention of Austin but Cole laughs and shakes his head*

{Michael Cole}
Ladies and Gentleman I’m sorry but I cannot understand why you bother cheering for this man. What’s he done since being back? He hasn’t won matches which, to all of you, should come as no surprise. Hell, he can’t even get a match at this pay-per-view and you know why? Because everyone has common sense this time. I mean come on you guys he came out here these last few weeks and he’s issued a challenge to Eddie Guerrero. What happened though? Eddie played it smart and decided not to even acknowledge Austin and I mean can you blame him? It’s a ppv sure, but, all this would’ve led to was Austin being humiliated. Which I myself would’ve found very funn…

*Suddenly the camera cuts to the stage. We see a figure with his back turned to the camera. After a few minutes he turns around. As he looks into the camera the crowd begins to cheer as none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin is with his many fans. Austin, visibly not happy, looks down at Cole who rolls his eyes. Austin smirks and goes to speak*





{Steve Austin}
You thought that would be funny Michael? Did I hear you right you thought that would be funny?

{Crowd}
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Are you gonna bust a gut?

{Crowd}
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Split your sides?

{Crowd}
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Die from laughter at ole Stone Cold Steve Austin’s expense? Is that what I’m hearing from you right Michael?

*Michael goes to speak but Austin cuts him off*

{Steve Austin}
Well, since you asked nicely and ole Stone Cold is in a good mood, I’ll tell you right here and now that I don’t find that funny you sorry son of a bitch. Now you wanna come out there flapping your little gums talking about how ole Stone Cold Steve Austin’s lost his step. How I can’t win a match. Well, to be honest Michael, you’re right but.. You know what ole Stone Cold can do? Whoop some ass and walk it dry!

*The crowd begins to cheer loudly for Austin who is then asked a question by Cole*

{Michael Cole}
Steve you’ve got to admit that you’re not really in the best position to say things like that. I mean you’ve lost match after match, and come on lets be real here, you’re trying to pick a fight with a guy who’s simply trying to do what you’re trying to do and that’s get back out there and make a name for himself. So can you really blame him if he doesn’t want to take the time to fight someone like you?

*Austin smirks and shakes his head before speaking again*



{Steve Austin}
Someone like me? Someone like me Michael? You mean the toughest son of a bitch this side of Texas? Now I’ll be real honest with you here son. I didn’t expect to hear from him the first week, hell son, maybe not even the second. However, I also didn’t expect that he would be a yellow-bellied, coward and avoid me every chance he gets. I mean come on Michael his name means warrior. How on earth can someone call themselves a warrior if they won’t even answer a question with a simple yes or no. Maybe you’re right I can’t blame him for not wanting to fight someone like me. At the same time if he’s not gonna fight me then I’ll just have to find someone to take his place.

*The crowd begins to cheer loudly for Austin who is then asked a question by Cole*

{Michael Cole}
So what exactly does that mean Steve? After all, pretty much everyone on the roster is got something going on, you can’t exactly just roll on into the arena whenever you want and beat up whoever you please. I guess what I’m getting at here Steve, is that if he’s not going to answer you’re challenge and you obviously won’t be allowed to beat up whoever you want, what’s next for the Texas rattlesnake?

*Austin shakes his head before speaking one final time*



{Steve Austin}
What was that son? Speak up I can’t hear you. Did you just say ole Stone Cold can’t roll on into the arena and kick the holy hell out of whoever I want? Um, son, aren’t you forgetting the line of work I’m in. I’m a wrester you stupid son of a bitch. Stomping mudholes and walking them dry is my job. It’s what I get paid to do, and hell son, even if I didn’t get paid I’d still do it. Do you know why? Because I don’t give a rats ass what those who don’t like me think of me. I have one job to do every single week and that’s lace up these boots. Walk through that curtain. Then proceed to whoop some ass.

{Steve Austin}
Now you wanna know what’s next for ole Stone Cold Steve Austin? Well I just told you son. Right here. Right now. This is a warning to anyone who gets in my way. Unless you want my size 14 shoved straight up your ass you be upfront with me and come out when you want a fight. I’m not hard to find and ole Stone Cold ain’t going nowhere. Come hell or high water XWL’s going to remember the name of Stone Cold Steve Austin and that’s the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so!

*Cole slowly sits down in his seat again as the camera stays focused on Austin before fading to black*

When the Canadian National Anthem first starts to play the people aren’t quite sure what to make of it. Does this have something to do with The World Series? Will the next man announce that he has entered it? Did something happen to Christian? Is he being replaced? The theme continues to play for a few moments until finally Sean Vincent comes out from the back waving a Canadian flag high and proud.

At once the people begin to boo as the events of last week, where Vincent brutally attacked MsChif, replay through their minds. On the outside, Vincent looks unimposing…innocent, and just doesn’t seem like the type of guy who could wreak the havoc that he did last week. The large quantities of anger, contempt and disgust that must have been simmering inside the body of Vincent for years makes him as big of a threat and just as dangerous any super-heavyweight.

Vincent dashes down the ramp and does a few laps around the ring waving his flag. Boos continue to poor out of the mouths of fans who wish Vincent weren’t out here in front of them. Yet at the same time, his presence means that MsChif will get her shot at redemption after being left unconscious in the ring while handcuffed to the ropes.

For the first time since MsChif got here, she looked vulnerable… almost weak and helpless… as Vincent assaulted her backstage then in the arena and then played a video to mock her and to add salt to the wound. Vincent is apparently looking to get some revenge for a loss that occurred years beforehand in a completely different company at a completely different point in each of their lives. Vincent hasn’t let go and instead has been harboring resentment and rage all of which have stemmed from the embarrassment he felt when MsChif defeated him.

Vincent places the flag of his native land on the outside of the ring, then he climbs onto the apron and makes sure to wipe his feet before stepping between the ropes. Vincent does a few laps inside of the ring and it looks like he loves the hate. The words “You’re a coward” are coming out of the mouths of damn near everyone in the arena, but none of it is fazing this arrogant bastard. Vincent is eating it all up while he stands in the middle of the ring flexing his scrawny arms as he does his best Hulk Hogan impersonation. With a laugh Vincent stops showing off his biceps and brings the microphone he was holding in his hand up to his mouth.



Sean Vincent
All right, all right, I’m done messing around with you fuckers. Oh, and in case you dumbasses forgot already, you’re looking at none other than the baddest man alive also known as Canada’s finest: Sean Vincent, and look! I’m even wearing this referee get up to give you all a visual reminder, that yeah, I was that guy who beat MsChif’s ass about a month ago and then came back to do it again last week because it felt so good I had to do it twice.



Sean Vincent
Now a lot of people, particularly feminists whose vibrators have been acting up so they’ve decided to take out their frustrations on me, have all been trying to make me look bad because I hit a woman. But what you retards don’t seem to get is that MsChif ain’t like any other bitch I’ve dealt with, she’s a psychopath, she’s just fucking crazy and I’m doing you all a favor by getting rid of her. Most importantly though, I’m doing this for myself because MsChif and her little boy toy Delirious robbed me of a match I should have won effortlessly and ever since then my career has spiraled downward and I never became the wrestling legend I was destined to be.



Sean Vincent
Every time I would go in for a job interview the scumbag sitting across the desk would rip my application right up in my face and then tell me that the only reason why he called me into his office was so that he could see for himself the pussy that got pinned by a woman. But I ain’t no bitch, and when I got the tip that XWL was looking for a new referee I knew that it was my time to come here and a right a terrible terrible wrong that was done to me.



Sean Vincent
So as far as I’m concerned, I’m the one you should all be sorry for not only because I lost to MsChif but because I was forced to wrestle her all those years ago in the first place. Women do not belong in a wrestling ring, they don’t belong behind the wheel of a car, they don’t belong in schools because they’re not worth educating and they’re not worth giving a job to because they always just fuck things up in the end anyway. That’s why America will never have a female president because every time something goes wrong, like her hair isn’t perfect or her dress isn’t the right goddamn color, she’ll break down in tears and let her country get bombed to fucking smithereens.



Sean Vincent
This country needs to be run by real men, the same way only real men need to be in the wrestling ring and no exceptions will be made for women who look like men, who got surgery to become a man, or for women, who for whatever creepy ass reason, think they’re a man. Don’t get me wrong though, if some dumb broad wants to follow me out here night after night, stand in my corner and keep her mouth shut while she’s wearing a nice little mini-skirt and a low cut shirt to show off her tits, that’s fine by me. But the moment they think they can step into the ring and hang with the big boys is where the line get crossed. Now I may be 5’8 and under 200 pounds, but the women I’ve been with will tell you that big things do indeed come in small packages and if anyone of you lucky ladies wants to see for yourself then I’ll be sure to add you to my list of “bitches to fuck then throw out of my car onto the side of the road so I don’t have to waste gas taking them home.”



Sean Vincent
And that’s just the thing, I once said years ago that women our only good for two things and I’ll admit I was wrong because there are a lot more than two things you bitches are good at. Over the years that number has increased from two to five as you broads just keep moving up in the world. So yeah, women are only good for FIVE things now: sucking my dick like I was paying them to do it, making me sandwiches at all hours of the night, complaining about their problems to me like I actually give a shit, rubbing my feet after a long day at work and, of course, spending all my goddamn money on shoes.



Sean Vincent
You know it’s a damn shame, MsChif, because if things were different between us I think we could have had a wild night of hot and steamy love-making but it just can’t be that way now. All I want to do is destroy you and make sure that you’re never able to wrestle another night in your life and that what happened to me never happens to some other guy. And then when I’m done with you I’ll move on to the next bitch, and then the next one and then the next one until women finally get the idea that they don’t belong in this profession and finally grab their purses and make-up kits and scurry on along home. So how about you stop wasting my time and get your ass out here, MsChif, because believe it or not I got other plans for the night and I’d hate to be late.

After that derogatory spiel from Mr. Sean Vincent, the people, particularly the women in the audience, are booing Vincent like there’s no tomorrow. You can see it, it’s written in some of their faces as clear as day that they’d love nothing more than to get out of their seats and give Vincent the ass-kicking of a lifetime. But for the fear of getting thrown out of the arena, they remain in their seats and wait eagerly for the arrival of the one women who can set that arrogant prick in the ring straight.

Darkness.

The lights in the arena go out and the boos turn to an immense wave of cheers because the fans in attendance know what’s coming next. They begin to chant “Ms-Chif! Ms-Chif!” And they’re just about dying now for her to storm out here and crack some skulls. Sadly, MsChif doesn’t come out straight away and a creepy sounding instrumental begins to play over the sound system. The music is chilling, and it feels like a bad omen, like something terrible is going to happen and the folks sitting in the arena and watching from home can only hope that the ill-fate befalls Vincent. A spotlight shines in the ring on Vincent and follows him around as he moves inside of the ring staring out into the black sea for MsChif. The haunting music begins to play and soon MsChif’s voice begins to speak over it.



MsChif
In the darkness, the biggest fools believe they are king of the world,
forcing their ideals onto others, thinking they’re the heroes we need.
The sun soon chases away shadows and the truth is quickly unfurled,
the strong are truly weak, the predators are those on which we feed.

Facing such a revelation, the liars retreat to live in harmony with denial,
their embellished self-worth now shattered beyond conceivable repair.
Slowly the people poisoned regain the honor the “heroes” tried to defile,
no longer being led like sheep without even stopping to ask, “To where?”

For false idols would love to have you believe only they know how,
to make the most of what you’re given in a world that loves to take.
On their knees they want you, and in their presence you must bow.
Deception is their weapon, a cry of protest they pray you don’t make.

These men live to make people forget what it truly means to be alive,
as they compensate for their failures at the expense of other’s joy.
And in the sorrow, regret and pain of masses is where these men thrive,
dehumanizing people at a whim, no longer seeing them as girl or boy.

How do you live when you finally learn,
that like the rest of us you bleed red?
Or that success is something you earn?
Will you count down until you’re dead?

To hide from the idea you can feel the pain,
that cuts like a knife when you suffer defeat.
Is like staying dry in the heavy pouring rain;
there’s no use attempting an impossible feat.

You allowed your blood to turn green;
rivers of envy flow through your veins.
You’re upset life didn’t go as foreseen,
that you never broke free of the chains.

The chains you felt held you back
from achieving your true destiny
That was the motive for attack;
because those chains were me.

Do you think making me a victim is the path on which you wish to trek?
No martyr’s will be born on this night, only a pathetic man left to rot,
or to pick up the pieces of his life destroyed in a devastating train wreck.
The conductor? Himself, for only he is to blame for everything he is not.

No emaciated man of low moral fiber will sacrifice my existence to supplement his own.
I have shed the blood of bigger and extracted the screams from men so much better
than you could hope to be in your wildest fantasies where seeds of illusions are sewn.
I’ll be the last woman you think to touch, trust me, you’ll be far from a trend-setter.

As you stand there with weak knees and a heart pounding a hole through your chest,
remember that this was a fate that could have been avoided, but you choose to tempt it.
Now the limits of the human body and psyche will be put through the ultimate test,
that shall last through the cries of mercy, that without knowing, your mouth will emit.

Seconds methodically tick away as the moment draws near when the fun will begin.
When you’re most certain you’re in control is when things slip through your fingers.
Your world then completely falls apart as scars are permanently etched into your skin.
Even years later, every horrific detail of your soul’s torment in your still mind lingers.
You’ll be punished for your transgressions as you cockily enter a battle you will not win.



Suddenly all the lights in the arena are back off and the crowd starts up another chant of MsChif’s name and then just as quickly as the lights go out, they all come back on and there’s a big pop because MsChif’s standing in the ring right behind Vincent! She spins him around and punches him right in the face and The Ref quickly calls for the bell.



MsChif keeps the punches coming with such ferocity and intensity and there’s fear that she may break her own hand on Vincent’s face! But the possibility of that happening doesn’t bother MsChif in the slights as she rocks him with another shot to the jaw then suddenly spins on her heels and connects with a spinning backfist that may have shattered Vincent’s jaw! Vincent drops to the mat after that strike and MsChif jumps right onto his gut and hops off on the other side of him. MsChif bends over and pulls Vincent to his feet who out of nowhere slaps MsChif right in the face. Vincent grins but it’s gone in a split-second as MsChif’s head snaps back towards him and then she bends over and drives Vincent back into the corner with her shoulder and then begins wailing away at him!



The Ref comes over and tries to get MsChif to get Vincent out of the corner but it’s almost like she’s in a trance as the fists continue to fly. The Ref comes over and tries to get between the two but MsChif simply shoves him to the side and continues to wail away at Vincent’s unprotected face. With no other choice, The Ref threatens to call a disqualification and quickly begins a five count:

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RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

MsChif screams the The Ref’s face and in fear he trips over his own feet and lands on his ass. MsChif continues to stare down at the man who’s begging her not to hit him, when suddenly Vincent grabs her by the hair from behind then pulls her across his knee with a backbreaker. Vincent still has MsChif by the hair and repeatedly slams the back of her head against the mat. Vincent flips MsChif onto her stomach and hops onto her back and puts her in a camel clutch while still pulling back on her hair. The Ref comes over and tells Vincent to let go of MsChif’s hair and Vincent responds with a scream though it doesn’t have the same effect that MsChif’s did. Not amused, The Ref begins a five count:

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Vincent lets go of MsChif’s hair and slams her face into the mat. He gets off her back and pulls MsChif up to her feet where he licks his hand and slaps her chest. He slaps her one more time then takes her by the arm and throws her into the ropes. When MsChif rebounds off the ropes Vincent lifts her off the ground and hits an atomic drop and immediately follows that up with a dropkick that knocks MsChif off her feet. Vincent throws out his arms and screams and his arrogance only pisses the people off. Vincent leaps into the air and hits a leg drop then he quickly goes for a cover:

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MsChif gets her shoulder up and Vincent forces it back down and tries for another pin:

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MsChif gets her shoulder up again and as she tries to sit up Vincent elbows her in the face and then the hooks her legs this time:

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MsChif powers out this time and the momentum causes Vincent to tumble out of the ring. He lands hard on his back and lays there for a few seconds while MsChif gets to her feet inside of the ring. MsChif takes hold of the top rope and when Vincent stands up she launches herself over the ropes and hits the plancha! Vincent is down and out and MsChif does stay on the ground for long. She kicks Vincent in the gut then jumps into the air and drives her boot into his gut. MsChif brings Vincent to his feet then goes to throw him into the barricade, but Vincent reverses and MsChif goes crashing into the guard rail.



Vincent rolls in and then back out of the ring to restart The Ref’s 10 count and by that time MsChif is standing on her feet with her back against the barricade. Vincent charges forward aiming for MsChif’s head with his boot but MsChif ducks under and Vincent ends up straddling the barricade! MsChif climbs onto the barricade as steadily as possible to avoid losing her balance. Behind Vincent now, MsChif places her head between his arm and pulls him up so that he’s standing on the barricade too and then MsChif pulls him up and they both go falling to the ground as MsChif pulls off the back suplex. MsChif rolls Vincent back into the ring then gets in herself before The Ref can count to 10. Vincent’s on his hands and knees when MsChif gets into the ring and she puts a hand under his chin so that she can look into his eyes.



MsChif shouts “Nobody will feel sorry for you” and then she slaps the taste out of his mouth. MsChif then lifts Vincent over her shoulders and runs over to the corner and hits snake eyes. Vincent stands dazed on his feet and MsChif dashes over to the ropes to pick up some momentum, but when he hits the ropes and runs back in Vincent’s direction he leaps onto her shoulders and hits a hurricanrana. MsChif staggers to her feet and Vincent quickly grabs her from behind and hits a german suplex but instead of grabbing MsChif by the waist, he has his arms wrapped around her boobs as he executes the move. After being hit with the suplex MsChif rolls backwards onto her knees and Vincent is there and connects with a shoot kick to the face. Vincent begins taunting the crowd some more and they respond with boos to which Vincent replies with, “Thank you, thank you.” Once MsChif gets to her Vincent throws her into the corner, then places his foot across her throat for the blatant choke.



While he’s doing that Vincent grabs his crotch with his free hand and tells one of the women sitting in the front row that she can have a piece of him after the show. The Ref begins five count to force Vincent to break the hold, but that only makes Vincent apply more pressure and he could very well crush MsChif’s windpipe:

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MsChif suddenly strikes Vincent behind the knee causing his leg to buckle he loses his balance on the ropes and the choke is broken up. MsChif quickly takes Vincent by the scruff of his neck and slams him face first against the top turnbuckle repeatedly until he begins to slump down and with a final headbutt to the back of his head, Vincent drops down to the mat. MsChif drapes him over the bottom turnbuckle then he leaps into the air and hits her signature double foot stomp once… twice…. three times! MsChif then brings Vincent to his feet and lifts him into the air.



But instead of going for a regular body slam, MsChif runs over to the ropes and tosses Vincent out of the ring! MsChif exits the ring the normal way this time and kicks Vincent right in the face while he tries to crawl away from her. The second kick hits Vincent right in the gut, then MsChif finally drives the sole of her boots right onto Vincent’s back with spine-breaking force. MsChif drags Vincent over towards the steel stairs and backhands him before taking a few steps back. MsChif charges and goes for a knee strike but Vincent evades at the last second and MsChif collides with the stairs knee first. Vincent takes her by the head and slams her head onto the stairs and shouts in time with every slam:

You

dumb

bitch

you

will

never

ever

embarrass

me

like

you

did

again!


With a final slam MsChif collapses to the ground and when Vincent hears The Ref’s count hit 7 he quickly rolls into the ring and then rolls back out onto the apron. Vincent waits for MsChif to get onto her feet then he springboards off the middle rope ad hits the asai moonsault! Vincent rolls MsChif into the ring and the camera zooms in on her has and there’s a small bit of blood trickling down her face after that assault with the stairs. Vincent rolls in afterwards and he shouts “Is anyone else feeling hot, or is it just me?” Then Vincent begins to do the last thing anyone wanted to see:



Vincent strips off his shirt and begins waving it around over his head while he uses his other hand to feel himself up. The people boo, but Vincent carries on with his antics as he resumes his Hulk Hogan emulation from earlier in the night. Vincent shouts out to the people that they’re only they don’t have a body like his and the jeers and sounds of disdain only intensifies. Done fooling around, Vincent lays his shirt over MsChif and then he climbs to the top and points to his elbow signaling for his Canadian Elbow Drop. Vincent dives and misses as MsChif rolls out of the way. She takes his shirt and wraps it around his throat and Vincent gags as he’s suddenly not able to breathe. But he still fights to his feet and hits a jaw breaker on MsChif then he kicks her in the gut and sets her up for a powerbomb.



Vincent shouts “Now she’s right where she belongs” before he hoists MsChif into the air and before he can throw her down, MsChif reverses into hurricanrana and immediately transitions into a muta lock. Vincent is right by the ropes and he quickly grabs onto the bottom rope for dear life but that isn’t enough to make MsChif let go.

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MsChif breaks right before the five count and Vincent rolls out of the ring before MsChif can get her hands on him again. MsChif follows him out of the ring but her knee that hit the steel stairs is still giving her a bit of trouble as she chases Vincent around the ring. he slides back in and MsChif is nearly right behind him but it was a trick as Vincent jumps her then goes for a pin:

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Kick out! Vincent pulls MsChif onto her feet and puts her over his shoulders:



But he can’t pulls off the move as MsChif wiggles out of his grasp and lands behind him while putting Vincent in an inverted headlock. MsChif then lets out a scream and hits the spinning elbow drop and goes for the pin right after:

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kick out! MsChif immediately goes over to Vincent’s head and locks in her signature dragon sleeper. The Ref is right there asking Vincent if he wants to give up and Vincent repeatedly tells him to shut up. Vincent begins pushing himself off the ground with his feet and then he turns and tries to hit a northern lights suplex but he can’t get MsChif off her feet. MsChif wrenches on his head then steps off the ropes and hits a stunning tornado DDT spiking Vincent’s head into the ground! MsChif stares at Vincent’s body for a second then she runs over to the ropes…



Springboards off with the moonsault and hits Unhallowed Grace! MsChif hooks Vincent’s leg as she goes for the cover:

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The crowd cheers as MsChif wins a vicious battle and leaves Sean Vincent unconscious in the center of the ring. MsChif slowly stands to her feet and The Ref comes over and tries to raise her arm but MsChif pulls it away and then screams right in his face! The Ref trips over his own feet and falls on his ass while some members of the audience chuckle.

The Ref calls it a day and rolls out of the ring while medics come to check on the seemingly lifeless body of Vincent. Well, they at least try to but MsChif scares them off and keeps them at bay at ringside while she takes Vincent by the head and arm and drags him over to the corner. MsChif places Vincent on the top turnbuckle and then she climbs up to the second and tucks Vincent’s head between her legs. Before anyone can stop her, MsChif finishes off Vincent with Obliteration and damn near breaks his neck!

MsChif backs away from Vincent’s corpse and watches with glee in her eyes as they try to bring the poor man back to consciousness but he’s out cold. MsChif runs a hand through her hair as she continues to back up until she her back presses up against the ring ropes. MsChif turns and sticks her head out of the ring then screams for a microphone that is quickly brought over and handed to her. MsChif walks over into the center of the ring and turns her attention back to Vincent who’s currently being wheeled up the ramp and he now has a neck brace on. Once he’s out of sight, MsChif raises the microphone to her lips and her heavy breathing can be heard as she blows into the mic but those sounds are drowned out by the chants of “MsChif” as nearly everyone in the arena joins in on the chorus.

MsChif
Vickie!.... Oh, Vickie…. is that what you wanted? For another man to suffer and have his soul tormented to an eternity of suffering just so you could protect your reputation? The same way you tried to protect the other women on this roster by sicking him after me like some time of dog? Well I treated him an animal and I don’t expect to see him back here any time. That’s the kind of thing you can expect to happen to someone who crosses me, Vickie. If they’re foolish enough to not know the danger they’ll find themselves in when they get in my way then they don’t deserve any sympathy for what I’ll do in retaliation.

The people erupt with another loud round of cheers and MsChif chants as they’ve grown to love this sadistic women for the way she’s been targeting the jezebels and jerks that populate the XWL roster. MsChif takes a moment to let the people get the noise out of their system while also taking a few deep breaths to get some air back into her system and once the noise level drops, MsChif resumes speaking.

MsChif
You should know by now that my actions speak louder than my words. Girls like Paige, women like Michelle McCool and Lita lost weeks and months off of their careers because they thought they knew what I was capable of, but I’m a monster unlike anything they’ve ever seen. And even when they don’t disappear into the darkness, there are then those like Nikki Bella who quickly learn the true meaning of fear. It’s why she only whispers my name in passing when she thinks I’m not around and it’s why she no longer feels safe in the dark even in the comfort of her own home. Men, women…. adults, children… I won’t show mercy on those you don’t deserve it… I won’t take pity on those who have dedicated their life to abiding a loose set of morals. You could be next, Vickie, your status in this company doesn’t faze me, the people you know don’t scare me, this job means nothing to me if I’m going to be working under someone who believes deep within her heart of hearts that I’m just another person on this roster she can toy with.

The crowd boos at the mention of Vickie’s name as their pure hatred of the women comes out to the surface and these people have no reason not to believe that Vickie did request the aid of Sean Vincent in a desperate attempt to get MsChif to stop bulldozing through the women’s roster.

MsChif
I’ll make an exception for you, Vickie, and I won’t add “find a new General Manager” to XWL’s to do list. Because I understand that even the wisest amongst us make foolish choices when they feel they have no other options. So tell me that’s what happened, Vickie, come out here and tell me that it was YOU who called Sean Vincent on me and I’ll let this slide Vickie. I’m not saying I’ll forget, or that you’ve been absolved, I’m saying that after tonight you’ll be walking on thin ice and that your next wrong you commit against me will be the last thing you do. I won’t be feeling this generous forever Vickie, if I have to leave this ring I’ll come straight for you and both you and I know that not a single soul will get in my way to stop me from claiming yours. Once I….

Vickie Guerrero
Excuse me!

The ear piercing sound of Vickie Guerrero screaming into the microphone is heard and immediately the people begin to boo as the GM of Redemption storms onto the stage. She still looks like she’s suffering from the Midnight Special but that doesn’t stop her from looking pissed off.

Vickie Guerrero
You want to hear the truth, MsChif? Is that what you want? Fine, here it goes: Yes, I hired Sean Vincent.

The boos damn near double in intensity upon Vickie’s shocking revelation and MsChif begins to smirk then she drops her microphone and begins to make her way out of the ring.

Vickie Guerrero
But I hired him to be a referee, NOT to attack you. I didn’t know about your past, I didn’t know he had some personal grudge against you. All I knew is that thanks to Paige, we needed a new Referee and Sean Vincent was that man. I’m sorry about what happened to you, MsChif, but I’m not the one who told Vincent about the job opening or encouraged him to join. So I would appreciate it if you would stop threatening me because I…




















The camera pans to the stage and sits idle for a few moments as the crowd and commentators look on. MsChif, curious too, stares intensely at the stage. After several minutes the cameraman begins to walk backwards as someone comes into focus. What seems like seconds later none other than Michelle McCool is upon the XWL audience once again. Mic in hand she looks around and smiles as the crowd cheers heavily for her.

Jim Ross
My word.. King… It’s Michelle McCool. We haven’t seen her in months. Ever since MsChif spat that awful green mist into McCool’s face.

Jerry goes to speak but Michael interrupts him and says a few words of his own.

Michael Cole
Are you kidding me Jim? Are you really going to blame MsChif for Michelle’s blatant inability to get out of the way when something obviously could go wrong? She has nobody to blame but herself as far as I’m concerned.

King finally chimes in in an effort to shut Michael up

Jerry Lawler
You’re really gonna chalk that up to Michelle’s own lack of direction? We all were there. We all know that MsChif wanted to get her hands on both Michelle and The Bellas, but, I wouldn’t say that what happened to Michelle was her own fault. After all Michael we’ve seen what MsChif has been capable of these last few months

The camera stops focusing on them for a few minutes and pans back toward the stage. Michelle smiles and waves in MsChif’s direction as MsChif looks onward in confusion. Michelle lightly laughs and clears her throat before speaking

Michelle McCool
Heeeeey….

She smiles as the crowd begins to cheer intensely for the former Diva’s champion. She looks around again before raising the mic back up to her mouth

Michelle McCool
MsChif, MsChif, MsChif.. How’ve you been Hun? You look to be a little bit hot under the collar there. So let me see if I can help you with some of those thoughts that have plagued that little deranged head of yours okay Hun?

Michelle notices Vickie out of the corner of her eye and dons a shocked expression upon her face before speaking again

Michelle McCool
Oh, wow, Vickie I’m so sorry girl I didn’t see you there. How’ve you been? You look like you put on a little weight since we last spoken. Erm. Vickie is there something you would like to tell everybody here tonight?

Vickie goes to speak the anger in her eyes is apparent but Michelle cuts her off

Michelle McCool
Oh calm down Vickie don’t go and get your granny panties in a bunch girl! I’m only having a little fun. After all this is a ppv isn’t it? Now, MsChif I’ve been hearing from a lot of people since I’ve been out, that you’re making Vickie’s and everyone else’s lives in the Diva’s lockeroom a living hell. Is that right sweetie? I’m hearing something about y’all are upset because some referee that Vickie here hired, screwed you out of a match is that right Hun? Well.. The funny thing is Hun.. I think I can help out with these little grey areas in your story and help you finally see what’s going on. Would you like that?

The camera cuts to MsChif who’s demeanor hasn’t changed one bit. Not speaking MsChif just simply stares in Michelle’s direction. Michelle frowns and speaks again.

Michelle McCool
Aww what’s wrong sweetie? You don’t look like a happy camper MsChif. So, I’ll tell you what, how about we stop beating around the bush. I’m sure everyone here in the arena tonight, those watching at home, and you and Vickie would like to know what I know ain’t that right y’all?

Michelle pauses for a minute and paces back and forth on the stage. She stops and turns her eyes to MsChif. Michelle’s expression suddenly changes and her tone gets more serious as she raises the mic yet again.

Michelle McCool
I’ve been watching you at home and quite honestly I’ve got to say I’m impressed Hun. When y’all set your mind to something y’all are really determined to get it aren’t you? Kinda reminds me of how I used to do whatever it took to get what I wanted. Which, well, I guess is good for you because that’s kind why I’m out here. You see Hun, when Vickie said she had nothing to do with what that rogue referee did, she meant it. She simply hired him to do what he’s supposed to do. Be a referee. Now, think about it MsChif, do you honestly believe Vickie’s smart.. No wait.. Stupid enough to pay off a referee to attack someone like you? Puh-lease! Oh, now that’s probably got you thinking now wait a minute, are you saying what I think you’re saying Michelle? Well… Let’s just put it like this Hun. If you really want to get rid of someone. Get in the mind of them to where they’re physically and mentally distraught. That takes the mind of someone who’s known for playing dirty. Someone who’s plans.. Would I guess always come together… flawlessly?

The whole arena sits silent at the notion of what was just revealed.

Jim Ross
Oh my. Is Michelle hinting at what I think she’s hinting at? Could she possibly.. Have..

Jerry Lawler
No. There’s no way JR. Michelle’s not that kind of person. At least not anymore. There’s no way she’d ever…

Jerry gets cut off by the camera panning to Michelle. Who seems to have donned a sinister grin. She looks towards MsChif who finally puts two and two together. MsChif goes to get out of the ring but Michelle raises her mic and speaks again

Michelle McCool
Whoa, whoa, whoa girl. Where do y’all think y’all are going? You’re gonna miss it. Don’t y’all wanna know who paid off that referee. I mean. If you can’t tell by now I may as well offer a few hints for you. MsChif, you’re right in thinking that it was another Diva but, it wasn’t Vickie. Oh no. Hun, something like this would have to come from the mind of someone who, knows how to play dirty. Someone who knows what it’s like to be at the top of the mountain and have it all taken away. Y’all could even say she’s right here in this very arena right now. A former champion. No stranger to being sadistic and evil when it comes to getting what she wants. Oh, no, MsChif I think it’s time you finally learned… The person who paid off that little referee… was…. ME!

The whole arena sits in utter silence as the camera stays focused on McCool who’s smirk slowly fades. She seemingly calms down in the drop of a hat. She takes a deep breath as another camera focuses on MsChif before Michelle speaks one more time

Michelle McCool
Oh, but Hun, it’s not what you think. I know y’all are probably like “what was she thinking this isn’t the Michelle we all know and love” and well guys I’m still that same person but let’s just call what happened a lapse in conscious decisions. Ya see Hun, when y’all spat that green mist in my eyes, something inside of me snapped. Something I haven’t seen in a long time. What was that you asked? One word. Fire. I know y’all aren’t going to believe me but, what happened with this referee, was simply a mistake. However, even though I deeply regret hiring him, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop until you’re stopped. These people come to see an exciting match each week between all of us Diva’s. Not a massacre where bodies are left in the wake of one lone Diva. So, MsChif Hun, your reign of terror is over and that… that’s real talk!

Michelle lowers the mic and smiles politely at MsChif who just stands completely motionless in the middle of the ring. The women lock whiles while the crowd behind them still isn’t quite sure how to react, though when MsChif begins to move and leaves the ring the people begin to get excited about what could possibly go down between these two women. MsChif is mid-way up the ramp when Vickie finally chimes in.

Vickie Guerrero
MsChif don’t you do it, we just got Michelle back and I can’t afford for you to take her out again. I WILL fire you MsChif without even second thought, Don’t.you.hit.her.

MsChif doesn’t stop moving, she doesn’t even look in Vickie’s direction. She hasn’t looked away from Michelle and now the two women stand face to face while the crowd chants both of their names.

Vickie Guerrero
I’m serious, MsChif, keep your hands to yourself and that mist in your mouth. If you…

Vickie’s cut off as MsChif raises her arm in the air, but it’s not to strike down Michelle, no… MsChif takes her hand and runs it through the length of Michelle’s hair while she grins. Michelle doesn’t move, she doesn’t say a word and instead listen to what MsChif says to her. “Welcome back, now the fun begins.” With that MsChif walks by Michelle and by Vickie and heads towards the back. Left on the stage by themselves, Michelle and Vickie exchange a glance as Uprising fades away to a video package.

*As XWL returns from a commercial break a video plays revealing a casket, or box of some kind in a wooded area*



*A Man walks into view revealing himself to be none other than Matt Hardy*



Matt: For those of you who don't already know I AM....Matt...Hardy. My life has been riddled with amazing and horrible things. Good and Bad. Angelic and Diabolic....A life of polar opposites. It seems everytime I have something good happen for me, something bad must also happen so I remain in balance. It all started when I had my injury some years ago, but before I get into that I'll tell you what lead up to that monumental time in my life. See, I started wrestling when I was very young, with a few of my friends, and my brother Jeff. Just a couple of kids having a good time then it started to grow, people started coming to watch us wrestle, and it gave me an idea to start my own wrestling promotion. OMEGA.




Matt: I started OMEGA because our little group started to gain some serious heat. We wanted to move from doing matches on a trampoline in our backyard for family and friends to an actual ring and doing shows for people. I secured the money and bought a ring from a guy we knew, and we had it built in a gymnasium. So, we started doing a few shows and gaining a following, making money in the process, because our real dream of course was to goto the big time, WWE. Just when things started going well for us, the worst happened...all the money we have been saving up was STOLEN. All of our hard work for naught.



Matt: So of course we didn't have any money to pay the other guys, or even ourselves to get food and what not so we had to close up. Not too long after we got the phone call...from the WWE. We've been called up. We debuted in the WWE as the Hardy Boyz and from the get go we were a hit. The fans loved us. We had some amazing matches, and won the Tag Team Championships as we said we would do one day as kids. During this time, I met up with Lita. The Love of my Life. We then became known as Team Xtreme. Things between me and Lita were great then of course as before in my life anytime anything good happens, tragedy is sure to follow, and I got injured. This I thought was the worst of it, and I couldn't have been more wrong. While I was out of action due to my knee being surgically repaired, Lita cheated on me with one of my good friends Adam Copeland, better known as Edge. That's when everything in my life fell apart. I started abusing drugs and alchohol ending up in me being fired from the WWE.



Matt: So then you must be thinking my career and life is over right? Wrong. Here I stand in XWL. The Last bastion of hope for myself, a place I can redeem myself and all others who have been wronged by fate. My brother is having great success here, and he's the reason I came. He wanted me by his side to support him and I was more than happy to do so. I still wanted to wrestle though, and after talking to Jeff he put in a word for me to be booked, I just wanted to go out and put on a great match for all the XWL fans, I haven't wrestled in a while so my hopes weren't on winning. After all I did win my debut match against Eddie Guerrero, and I couldn't be more happy. I still had it, that desire, that fire so to say and things were looking up for me and I started gaining some heat after defeating a main eventer in Eddie. So next week my match with Austin Aries I had in the palm of my hands, victory was merely seconds away then of course, like everything else in my life, Fate messes with me again.


This is time fate was arriving not my a mystical force, or bad luck, but by one man. One man who decided to assault me from behind. A man who wanted to take from me in a cowardly way, seeing as he counldn't by any other means. I'll tell you this Seth, I won't go down without a fight. You wish to start something with me you best finish it, and kill me because I won't stop, I'll keep coming for you,Seth. I am a man that is Stronger than Death, an Angelic Diablo, and you have sinned against a great many, and I will make sure you pay for those sins, with blood.




*Matt stares into the camera as the screen fades to black*

*Uprising returns from commercial break and we are instantly greeted by the theme of the Apex Predator himself playing throughout the arena. The fans cheer as Orton makes his way out from the back.*



Jerry "The King" Lawler: Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen and what a night it has been so far. First of all a new United States Champion was crowned earlier in a ladder match where Jeff Hardy was able to overcome and defeat "The Personification Of Dominination" Ezekiel Jackson! And I gotta say, that match could've went to either of them but Jeff Hardy had a little bit more fight in him then the champion did.

Jim Ross: Congrats go out to Jeff Hardy once again and so far he is the only one who has maanged to win a championship here tonight. We saw Kaitlyn go one on one against long time rival, Brie Bella, in what was an amazing match but Kaitlyn managed to seal the deal with a devastating Spear which kept Brie down for the three count. And as we heard earlier, Brie won't be getting a next time.

Michael Cole: What I find odd about that is did Kaitlyn have the right to just go and give Brie Bella's title away to a fan? Can she do that? That's like if I was to take your stupid hat, Ross, and give it to some random fan. It just doesn't seem right to me and it doesn't seem fair for Brie Bella. But what can you do, right? Pretty typical stuff if I do say so myself.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Oh shut it, Cole. Then not so long ago, we witnessed one of the most personal matches in XWL the past couple of months as Christian challenged John Morrison in a two out of three falls match for the Intercontinental Championship. What made this so personal was the things Christian did to get this match and honestly, I don't think we need to repeat them because personally, I think we can all agree he went a bit too far and he payed for it in the end by losing to John Morrison, two pins to nothing

Michael Cole: Speaking of things that some may say of went too far, the ladder match between Dean Ambrose and Dolph ZIggler that happened just a bit ago where we saw the return of AJ Styles and the debut of a new and bright star, Corey Graves, who both helped Dean Ambrose defeat Dolph Ziggler and this just goes to show how Dolph Ziggler needed not just one, not even two, but three stars against him to defeat him.

Jim Ross: I don't know, Cole, Dean Ambrose was putting up a fight. A good fight at that, a slobber knocker even, and I think all AJ and graves did was give him that for sure win when the match itself could've went either way. Dean Ambrose claims that he has had no interaction with either of these two men but that could be considered pretty questionable, we will just have to wait and see what happens with this little group of stars.

*Orton reaches the end of the ramp and he stops there for a little bit as he looks up at the Final Stand V sign that hangs inside the arena. His eyes lock off of it as he begins to make his way over to the steps. Orton walks up them and quickly steps into the ring then begins to make his way over to the Turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and does his signature taunt.*



*Orton lowers his arms as he looks throughout the arena at the fans in attendance before hopping off the turnbuckle. A worker from ringside hands him a microphone as he begins to pace around the ring a little bit as he awaits for the crowd and his theme to die down. A short time later, his theme goes quiet and the crowd calms down a little bit before Orton raises his microphone to speak.*



[Randy Orton] For the past four years, no matter under what circumstance, I have stepped into the ring at XWL's grandest show of the year. Final Stand I, I walked down the ramp with a chance to become Mister Money In The Bank standing in front of me. Final Stand II, I walked down the ramp as the first ever XWL Pure Champion and I once again had the chance to become Mister Money In The Bank and yet again I lost. Final Stand III, for once I wasn't in Money In The Bank and for once I won. Was scheduled to go toe to toe with Jeff Hardy but ended up going against The Miz, result stayed the same. I walked out still the Intercontinental Champion. Final Stand IV, would you look at that, once again in Money In The Bank. Did the outcome change? No, still lost despite me being in more Money In The Bank matches in this company than anyone. Now that brings me to this year, the fifth anniversary of Final Stand. The way things are looking, this is going to be a big show for a lot of people. Everyone else it could be a bit of a loss, including for myself unless things go the way they always have and once again we see myself standing inside the ring, hoping to finally win for the fourth time. From the way, things are going to end up like that.



[Randy Orton] Despite holding the World Heavyweight Championship on numerous occasions, I feel that I haven't held it enough to satisfy myself. I haven't held it long enough to satisfy myself and right now my body is begging me to once again take that championship from whoever may hold it at whatever time I want and the briefcase would let me do just that. With all these people coming up this mountain, shoving past me as I'm in this little slump leaves me with two options and two options only. Both options aren't good for anyone but only one option saves myself the trouble of RKOing each and every one of them as they try to shove me back down. Option one, RKO all of them. Simple as that, nothing else to say. I'm fine with that because RKOing people is what I do best. Option two, win the briefcase and cash in to become a three time World Heavyweight Champion. Winning the briefcase doesn't guarantee me anything if you look at it. Batista looked to cash in against Wade Barrett but we all saw how that worked out. Michael McGillicutty looked to cash in against Joey Ryan but he failed too.



[Randy Orton] I'm not guaranteeing myself with any option I eventually choose, but for now I have to just go along and do whatever it takes to get back my championship. Everyone can try. Not everyone will succeed. All will bow before me a pray that I don't just end their career on the spot when my shin goes full force into the side of their skull. That's not a question, you don't get a say in the situation, you just have to accept it and live with the consequences.

*As Randy Orton finishes his sentence, the lights dim in the arena. Everybody is in utter confusion as for a minute there are no lights in the arena. Suddenly, text begins to appear on the stage. "HE HAS RISEN." Fire surrounds on the text on the titantron, everyone still bewildered as the arena is still pitch black, the only source of light coming from the titantron. "THE DEVIL HAS RETURNED" reads the the tron now, as red lights start to flicker on and off on the arena. A third message appears on the titantron, now reading "HELL HAS OPENED!" The red lights show Orton eagerly looking up at the titantron, perhaps being the only person who's excited to see who is the man behind all of this. After the message leaves the screen, everything goes black again. It's dark as the night for a few more moments before smoke starts to appear on the stage. It fills entrance area as fire EXPLODES on the stage. Everybody is taken aback by the blast as a familiar theme song begins to play over the PA system.*

















Michael Cole: Oh my word!

Jerry "the King" Lawler: JR? Do you think it's... him?

Jim Ross: I think...



*Finally, an ominous appears from the smoke on the stage, and there is no doubt KANE has returned!*

Jerry "the King" Lawler: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Jim Ross: Bah gawd he's here! Kane's back and he's here!



*Kane marches down to the ring, seemingly never taking his eyes off of Randy Orton. Same can be said for the "Viper," as he stands his ground in the ring. He gets into position and waits for Kane to enter the ring.*

Michael Cole: I don't know how smart it is to go head on with Kane!

Jerry "the King" Lawler: It's not smart at all!

Jim Ross: Randy Orton is one crazy and tough S.O.B.



*Kane enters the ring and removes his silver mask. He turns to Orton and the two lock eyes before Kane raises his arms and brings them down, setting fire off from the ringposts. Shivers flow down the spines of our fans, but Randy Orton remains stoic in the ring.*

Jim Ross: I don't think either man is willing to back down here!

*As the red aura around the arena finally clears, Orton and Kane walk right up to each other. Neither man shows any expressions on their face as the crowd waits on one man to make his move. Orton is the first to strike, throwing right jabs at the monster.*

Jerry "the King" Lawler: They're going at it now!

*Kane seems to be taken off guard by Randy's attacks, and Randy backs him into the corner. He continues to throw fists, driving each shot into Kane's skull. Kane is finally able to fight back as he knees Orton in the stomach and begins to him him with his own shots. A full out brawl has broken out between the two men as they trade shots back and forth. Kane hits a right and Orton hits a right. Kane hits a left and Orton hits a left. Kane seemingly takes the advantage after nailing Randy with a huge bit boot, taking the multi-generation star down. He continues to stomp away at him as he falls to the mat, driving each kick to the skull or stomach. It looks like Kane wants to hit the Chokeslam and he picks Orton up by the throat, but the "Viper" has a counter. He slips out of the hold and hits a nasty backbreaker. Orton takes him down with multiple clotheslines and a well placed dropkick. The crowd gets pumped up as Orton is starting to take control of this fight. He seems to be going to "that place" while Kane rolls out to the apron. Randy grabs him by the head and pulls him out on the second rope, hitting the hangman's DDT! The fans are on their feet as Randy pounces on the mat, setting up for the RKO. Kane gets up and Randy goes for it, but Kane pushes him off! He bounces off the turnubckle in the corner and he turns around right into Kane's glove! Kane has it wrapped around his throat and nails the Chokeslam.*



Jim Ross: There it is! A brutal Chokeslam from Hell!

Jerry "the King" Lawler: I think he's out, JR.

*King is indeed right as Orton lays motionless on the mat. Kane walks to the outside and snatches a microphone. He throws it into the ring before picking up a steel folding chair. He carries it into the ring and walks over to Randy Orton. Referees run out and try to get in between Orton and Kane. Kane drops the chair and he goes after the referees! He takes each one down with one swift move, a right uppercut. One referee, Charles Robinson, isn't as lucky. After clearing the ring, Kane chooses him as his victim. (Or second victim.) He grabs him by the neck, lifts him up, and hits the Chokeslam! The fans boo as Kane has caused utter destruction. Now with the ring cleared, he turns back to Orton and grabs the chair.*

Jerry "the King" Lawler: I think he's done enough! Somebody needs to stop this.

Michael Cole: Who can?

*Yet, instead of dishing out damage with the chair, he unfolds it onto Orton's throat. (Okay, still doing damage.) Kane grabs the microphone and sits down on it, getting ready to speak.*


[Kane]
I'M BAAAAAAACK! *Kane chuckles to himself before raising the microphone back up to speak.* Have you all missed me? It's been such a long, long time. XWL has changed so much too in the time I've been gone. Every week there's a big "Supershow" between Breakdown and Redemption. A new XWL Championship was introduced, and just as quickly unified with the World Championship. A new generation of superstars are now dominating XWL such as Dolph Ziggler, Dean Ambrose, John Morrison, Wade Barrett, and so many more. My old pal Ted DiBiase was disposed of like trash. He was thrown out without a care in the world by this company, much like someone else I know. ME. It's been months since this company decided I was nothing more than a FREAK. They no longer thought I was a monster, they no longer feared me. NOBODY feared me. I was nothing more than a LAUGHING STOCK. Because of this they just got rid of me. They wanted NOTHING to do with me anymore. And who could blame them? I was nothing more than a old bald guy with a lazy eye. Every time I came out here I did nothing except embarrass myself. Because of this, they threw me out. They didn't care about me anymore. I was nothing to them, just like all of you people in the back and in the crowd are nothing to me - except victims. After this I did nothing for months. I had become a shell of my former self. That's when I realized myself I was no longer a monster, but I was indeed a freak. I finally came to terms with that.


[Kane]
Yet, after awhile it started to eat away at me. It was like thousands of parasites crawling around inside my body picking away at more brain more and more each and every single day. One day I finally snapped and I could no longer accept what I had become. I needed to become a monster again. Being a monster is my calling in life, it was nothing more than my DESTINY. For months now I have been perfecting my craft. I am now ready to unleash my fury upon this company once more. I know everything about pain, torture, and despair. I have felt all three of these things in my life, but now I have subjugated theme. I have MASTERED these things. Did you people think it was bad when I lit Rob Van Dam on fire? Did you people think it was bad when I threw my own BROTHER off the stage at Final Stand III into a pit of fire? Did you people think it was bad when I hanged Ted DiBiase's bloody body from the ceiling? Those things are nothing compared to what I have in store this time. The day has finally fallen where I return to XWL and reclaimed my throne as the "True Monster of XWL." I only had one problem, where do I start? Where do I begin? How do I being? Who would be the perfect person to start my reign of terror on? I was stumped. I had ton of options. Obvious one being the World Champion, Triple H. What about the People's Champion, the Rock? John Morrison? Chris Jericho? Hulk Hogan? Ted DiBiase? So many great choices, all real contenders. Then, Randy, I saw you come out to the ring here tonight and I knew I could start by cutting off the head of the "Viper."


[Kane]
Now, don't forget, Randy. You made this PERSONAL. I don't your uncontrollable, feeble little ego filled mine can recall this, but remember all those months ago when you kicked me in the skull? How you punted my head like it was football? What was your reason for that, Randy? Because why had a match? What kind of sick, twisted bastard are you? Shh. I'll tell you, Randy. You're nothing compared to me. You might go around kicking people in the skull and ending careers for no reason other than uncontrollable rage, but do understand why I end careers? I end careers because it's FUN. Fun isn't a word I like to use much, but I can't describe the pleasure I feel when I'm torturing and destroying a helpless victim like yourself. It's the only thing that keeps my sanity in tact, crushing dreams and bones are the only things in this god forsaken life that keep me happy. Now, most people won't call me sane. Most people would call me a demented, twisted, evil monster. Of course, they're right about ALL of these things. Yet, I assure you my sanity is intact. Everything I do has a purpose, Randy. Nothing I do is a random act of rage like yourself. Everything I do is designed to hurt and punish another living, breathing human being. Do you see what I'm doing right now? By simply sitting on this chair that is placed on your throat, I am slowly sucking the air out from your body.


[Kane]
Do you remember the last time I was feared, Randy? Do you people remember the last time I was feared? I don't. It has been too long, and it has haunted me every day of my life. More people probably fear the person I'm sitting on as of right now. I promise you all that is going change. I guarantee it. I am going to turn the tables around and now I will be the one haunting this company once again. Not Undertaker, not Dean Ambrose, not Brock Lesnar, not Triple H, and certainly not you, Randy. It will be ME. "The Devil's Favorite Demon" has resurfaced! The only thing is, I'm going to make the demon of your worst nightmare tonight look like your best dream of tomorrow! This company deserves to burn. This company deserves to suffer. This company deserves to be destroyed. I'm going to be the one to ensure all of this happens. I am going to be the one to justify this company for all of their sins and crimes. And I am going to start the complete and utter destruction of XWL piece by piece. Show by show. Superstar by superstar. Official by official. General manger by general manager. Owner by owner until XWL collapses and buries itself under the rubble! I will be standing up top of the debris and I will be LAUGHING. I will finally know bliss and I will finally be at peace with myself.

*After finishing his sentence, Kane steps up from the chair and continues speaking.*


[Kane]
Until then, I'll just have to start with you. However, I'll before and I'll give you two options. One, you can be smart and never come looking for me again after I leave this ring in two minutes. Or number two, the way I expect and HOPE you go, you can find me and we can fight again. I'll warn you, though, Randy. If you choose option two, you will never be the same again. I will hurt you. I will break your mind and I will break your body. I will crush your spirit and you will only feel three things. Pain, agony, and despair. Three things I've had to feel and deal with my ENTIRE life. Those three things are nearly apart of me now, and when I'm done with you, they'll be apart of you too. All I'm doing is just telling you to be cautious on which way you go, because I truly am looking forward to an actual fight between the two of us. You showed tonight you can be a worthy foe, but in the end I took you down. That will be the same result in the end, Randy. You will fight and struggle, trying to take me down anyway your mind can up with. Eventually, they will all fail and you will too. You will forever be known as the first stepping stone into the destruction of XWL, and unfortunately for you that will be the only thing you'll be remembered for. I really anticipate another encounter, hell I'm pretty sure on our very next show we will try destroying each other again. Now, if you only remember one thing from everything I just said tonight - remember this. I'm JUST getting started!

*Kane grabs Orton and again and flips him over. Orton has nothing left to fight back as Kane drops him down to the mat with a vicious Tombstone Piledriver. Randy lays still in the ring, not moving a muscle. Kane towers over him, laughing, as Uprising fades into our next segment.*

As Uprising continues the cameras are rolling on Jerry Lawler, Jim Ross and Michael Cole at the commentary table

Jim Ross: Ladies and Gentlemen, earlier tonight I had the opportunity to sit down with the man who will go up against Ted DiBiase in a Ladder match later on, Shawn Michaels.

Michael Cole: You better not of tried to get into his JR, his match later tonight is importantly to everyone in XWL, it all rests on his shoulders JR, the future of this company, you can't even begin to understand the pressure he's under.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Come on, Cole. Don't you think you're being over dramatic.

Michael Cole: I just want to make sure Shawn isn't distracted for his match.

Jim Ross: Cole, with all due respect I did my job and I asked the questions that needed to be asked and no one forced Shawn to answer them or even sit down with me for the interview. Let's take a look.

As JR finishes speaking the Uprising logo swipes across the screen cutting to the recorded interview between JR and Shawn Michaels, who as the clip begins who men are sat down whilst the interview begins



Jim Ross: Well Shawn, thank you for taking the time to sit down with me for this interview, I'm sure you're very busy getting ready and preparing for your ladder match later tonight against Ted DiBiase.

Sitting back in his chair, Shawn sits forward as he answers JR's question

Shawn Michaels: Jim, please. Do I look like I need to prepare for Teddy? The way I see it is I beat him last time, this time it might not be on my terms, but it's at my game. Nobodies can match my when it comes to Ladder matches and you know that. I'm ready for tonight Jim.

Michaels remains sitting forward as he listens intently while JR continues the interview

Jim Ross: Well you certainly look calm, which as of late is a rarity, you've been under the hammer a lot lately, in fact you losing your cool is the reason this match is happening in the first place.



Shawn Michaels: You know what Jim, I'm not going to sit here and listen to you condescend me, why don't you just come out with what you really mean Jim, come on Jim just tell me what you really mean. Don't beat around the bush just say it.

JR keeps quiet for a moment, then as two or three seconds go by JR replies to Shawn

Jim Ross: Well in that case Shawn, when you challenged DiBiase to this match it seemed to me that it was because you lost your cool.



Shawn Michaels: Come on now, DiBiase just got under my skin JR. If he did what he did to me, to you then you would of been just as irate as I was, for months now he's been involved in my business, sticking his nose where he doesn't belong! He's cost me match after match after match. He's attacked me in the ring, and backstage, and he belongs in neither place. The fact that DiBiase has been offered chance after chance into getting his job back even though week after week he's broke into our arenas, harassed our General Managers, attacked our superstars, and yet people like you, people like Lawler and Hogan and all of those idiotic fans still hold him in the highest regard. And then after all that he destroyed my property and dumped it in a river and in doing so he cost me yet ANOTHER match. And you sit here and you're surprised, you're actually surprised at how I reacted? The only surprise is how that moron hasn't moved over to a 6 by 8 cell yet. He's nothing but a common criminal. And yet you still support him and hope he gets his job back. Tell me JR, how can you sit there and hope that?

As Michaels stares at Jim Ross, JR uneasily retorts



Jim Ross: Well Shawn you can't deny...

Shawn Michaels: No, JR. That's exactly what I can do, I can deny him any chance he has of getting his job back, I'm not going to sit around and watch him get everything he wants. What's he ever done to make himself exempt from the laws and the rules that we all have to live by? What makes it OK for him to force his way into our building and attacking security and superstars? Does that sound like someone that deserves a job to you? Because it doesn't to me. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure DiBiase doesn't get his job back. Say what you like about me JR, but I never attacked security, I never broke it building and I never drove anyone's limousine into a river. And I'm the bad guy here? I'M THE BAD GUY? You've got to be kidding me, Jim. I'm the good guy here, I'm doing to right thing for this company, for Breakdown AND Redemption. Is it the best thing for me? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but we both know there's one thing that I've wanted for a damn long time but instead of going after that, I'm taking care of what needs to be done, and then I'll take care of what I want to be happen, with no DiBiase in sight.

Shawn smirks as he sits back by with his back up against the chair

Jim Ross: But who are you to say what's right or wrong? Surely it's up to someone like



Shawn Michaels: Like who? Like Vickie Guerrero? The General Manager? How about the Board of Directors? This has already been explained in detail Jim. Vickie Guerrero came to me asking for help, and at November to Remember it was clear that I more than obliged and cost DiBiase shot number one of getting his job back. What should of been his final shot, but it wasn't was it, but the board wouldn't let it happen. The board can't afford the bad press having to put a restraining order on one guy. How bad would it makes this company look if the board had to admit they can't handle one guy, hell it's just one guy any more, it's multiple guys, a stream of guys coming back wanting to come back, desperately wanting their jobs back. Hawkins, Punk, Steen they all want to be here. Now Punk's back already and he might of done it the right way but what laws did he brake? Then there's guys like Steen and DiBiase who tried to take the law into their own hands.

As Michaels abruptly stops talking, JR waits for him to continue, but as it becomes apart that he's not going to, JR prompts with with another question

Jim Ross: And that's where you come in?

Shawn Michaels: No, that's not where I come in, I have nothing to do with Steen and I have nothing to do with Punk or Hawkins either. My concern is Teddy and after tonight, that concern goes away for good.



Jim Ross: But what about the fans that actually like DiBiase? Surely personal differences a side you understand that the fans want to see Ted DiBiase in XWL?

Shawn Michaels: No I get the fans like Teddy, they like him a whole lot, and well they don't let me do they? but does that mean I shouldn't be here Jimmy? Do they get to chose who's in XWL now? Because if it was I sure as hell wouldn't be here, and a whole lot of other guys wouldn't be either and this company would be filled to the brim of baby kissing flag waving morons all hugging and high fiving each other. And only then they'd know that maybe good guys aren't that good after all. Hell Jimmy everyone knows who the man is around here, everyone knows who the Showstopper is, everyone knows who the Headliner, The Icon, the Mainevent is and it's no good guy. It's me, the guy you all love to hate, the guy who the fans love to hate and the guy who puts on a better performance than anybody else, it's the Heartbreak Kid.

Shawn leans back forward in his chair, looking directly at JR as he keeps speaking

Shawn Michaels: The same Heartbreak Kid that ends DiBiase's little pipe dream one way or another, marking my words Jim. For Ted DiBiase there's not a chance in hell that he'll be an XWL Superstar when it's all set and done. And don't you forget that.

Michaels stands up quickly removing the clip-on microphone from his jumper and walking off the set as the camera as the segment comes to a sudden end

We cut to the backstage area where a special interview backdrop has been hung and XWL's newest interviewer is standing by.



{Tony Dawson}
Ladies and gentlemen my name is Tony Dawson, and while tonight has brought you many amazing encounters and moments you'll remember for a very long time, there is still so much more to come, and so many rivalries set to take center stage. Tonight the incomparable Layla, battles the unstoppable Beth Phoenix, in not just any match, but a submission match! Here with me now is one of the competitors in tonight's match, you might know as your two time Diva of the year, Layla!

Layla walks up to Tony unusually cheery, she's got a pep in her step and a smile on her face that won't quit, she's set to face one of the most dominant divas in this company, but perhaps her confident and exuberant demeanor has to do with what happened this past week on Breakdown.



{Tony Dawson}
You look lovely tonight, but before we get into things, how do you feel?



{Layla}
I feel as great as I look! Look at me, not one loss since this year began, and I'm heading into my very first submissions match. A lot of people would be nervous, afraid, or even upset at the idea of being in my situation, but let's face it....I've not been Diva of the Year, TWICE, won and competed in the first ever Stretcher and Hell in a Cell matches to feature divas, or the longest reigning Divas Champion in XWL history just on luck alone. A lot of people claim that to be true, but that's just their jealousy rearing it's ugly head, bitter at the fact that they will never be as decorated as I am. It's really sad that people are so insecure with themselves that they have to go around and slander my good name. But being the best comes with it's perks, and it's....no, just it's perks.

A confident smirk forms on her face, she's extremely full of herself right now but that's just typical Layla for you.

{Tony Dawson}
While you're no doubt one of XWL's most successful and noteworthy divas, I do have to ask you about what happened this last week. Beth Phoenix held an open Submission challenge to any former champion, and the second longest reigning champion in the history of the Divas title returned, but was unsuccessful, I've got more to ask you about, but first tell me what you thought of that match and who accepted it?



{Layla}
I expected to not really be impressed by the match the minute Beth threw out that silly challenge, but wow! Talk about having something to prove! No really. talk about it, because Beth proved nothing by beating Maryse, she's the SECOND "best" and honestly her best still isn't even close to my worst, yet Beth expects to beat me because she defeated an inferior opponent? Maryse doesn't have the will that I do, she doesn't have the passion that I do, and she's not worked nearly as hard as I have. Frankly I was disappointed, I thought Beth would show me something special, but what I saw, wasn't special by any means. If that's the kind of opponent she needs to "prove something" then she's already proved she's got nothing worth proving.


{Tony Dawson}
Maybe you can walk me through this then, but why did you attack her if she's not a threat to you? With all due respect, it seems like you attacked her because you were afraid you'd lose in tonight's match. I mean you didn't just attack her, you savagely targeted her surgically repaired knee, and no one knows what kind of condition she'll be in tonight.


She seems annoyed by how he worded everything, and throws her hand up before combing her hair back with her other hand.



{Layla}
Savagely attacked her? Like her putting me through a million tables before our tables match last month? Or attacking me after my match with Paige giving me no choice but to tap out to spare myself an injury? Savage like that? It seems funny that because Beth's the "good guy" that her actions get excused, but I attack her once, and suddenly it's how dare you. The double standard is just as pathetic as Beth's attempt to try and show the world that I was afraid of her. Why would I be afraid? Because she's bigger? You know what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall....and my my my, her career is just sinking...she's tried to end mine, but the funny part? She's ending her own by trying to take out someone like me.




{Layla}
I mean it's one thing to pick on others because you're bigger, because you're jealous of how successful they are, and how successful you aren't. But it's another thing to actually think that you're in complete control of the situation. Ever since she attack me backstage November to Remember everyone has counted me out, said I'm in my last days of my career, but they don't realize how good I really am. It's not arrogance it's practically, wait no, it is a fact. So what if I attacked Beth's poor knee, from where I stand? Since I actually CAN stand.

Layla laughs into the microphone.



Tony tries to laugh with her just to not anger her, but then she suddenly stops, and stares right at him.



{Layla}
Did I say you could laugh?

{Tony Dawson}
Well....no, but I...

{Layla}
Shhh, zip it. This is my interview, you're just here to do two things, listen, and ask somewhat competent questions, think you can handle that, Trevor?

{Tony Dawson}
Actually it's Tony, Tony Dawson.

{Layla}
Yeah whatever, Tom. Now as I was saying, we're even. She thought she was hot stuff attacking me all the time, trying to show how dominant she wishes she could be, but last week? I finally gave her a little dose of reality, and I showed her what I'm capable of doing. It's simple, I've never been in a Submissions match, I've never won by submission in my entire career, this should make me the "underdog" right?

{Tony Dawson}
I'd sa-

{Layla}
Did I ask you what you think, Todd?

{Tony Dawson}
Well, yeah you kind of d-



{Layla}
Why are you still talking? Quit interrupting me, that's very unprofessional. I'm never the underdog, because that implies I've ever been outmatched, and that's just wrong on every level.

{Tony Dawson}
Can I talk now?

{Layla}
Why wouldn't you be able to talk? You're interviewing me, how else would you ask me questions?

{Tony Dawson}
I wasn't sure if you were done.

{Layla}
Well I've been done for the last fifteen seconds and yet, still no question. I don't have time to waste you know.

{Tony Dawson}
My apologies, so my last question for you is regarding your match in just a little bit.



{Layla}
Wow, I never would have guessed that....did they just hire you off the street or something?

{Tony Dawson}
You're not exactly known to be a submission specialist, so how do you think you'll fair against someone that knows a thing or two about forcing someone to tap out?

{Layla}
Just because I've never won by submission doesn't mean I can't. I use submissions all the time, I always have, I just use them to wear down my opponents so I can finish them off with one of my many signature moves. If I wanted to I could easily win all my matches by submission, but I don't feel the need to, so I don't. The people doubting my chances against Beth are the ones that will be left disappointed, because they chose to count me out, when I've proven to be the most dangerous when they do. Someone thinks they're better than me? I show them how far from the truth that statement really is...Someone calls me a disgrace, and talentless? I beat them, one, two three, you know, like Paige three weeks ago? Beth think she's going to take me out, she thinks she's going to "save" everybody from me, but she'll prove to be an example, not a savior.




{Layla}
Just like everyone that's tried before her, she's going to fail. I've worked too hard to be the best, to return from an injury that sidelined me for a long time so that I could show everyone what I was truly capable of. I've done just that, but I'm far from finished. I'm in the best shape of my career, so sorry Beth, my career's not ending tonight, but.....


Her eyes turn directly to the camera, as it's clear she's addressing Beth in her next reply.



{Layla}
Real talk, it's time someone ended your sad excuse of a career, Beth...you're not dominant, you're not superior, you're just all talk, and no substance. So please, hobble on out to the ring tonight, show the fans how determined you are, give them one last good show, because for you? It all ends tonight.

She stares into the camera lens for the next five silent and intense seconds, before she looks at Tony, then walks off the set.

*Uprising returns from a short video package for the Shawn Michaels versus Ted DiBiase Ladder Match that takes place later tonight before going backstage where the Anti-Diva, Paige, is shown sitting on her familiar staircase, looking out towards the distance.*



*A few moments pass before she begins to speak.*



{Paige}
Tonight was supposed to be the night I finally remove that Foxy thorn from my side and focus on the future, but due to incompetent referees, we're back where we started. You hold one fluke victory over me Fox, and that was because I underestimated you in our first encounter. You know that if this companies referees knew how to count properly, I would have defeated you, but sadly, they can't.



{Paige}
I'll give you credit where it's due, Fox, you somehow managed to surprise me and you kept up with everything I did. Don't mistake that compliment for kindness, I still hate you but I applaud your determination to win. You held your own, you even had a few surprises up your sleeve with that Northern Lights on a trash can, as well as that Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker on a chair.



{Paige}
You thought that by “returning the favor” and hitting me in the back of my skull with a forearm would give you the advantage going into this match, you were sorely mistaken. Even in a weakened state, I still managed to take everything you dished out and continue fighting. This little rivalry of ours is far from over and with no number one contender for that oh so precious butterfly known as the Divas Championship, I hereby volunteer myself to face Kaitlyn at Final Stand for said championship.



{Paige}
Don't get me wrong, I couldn't care less about that championship but if it means that it's out of your reach, Fox, then I'm all for it. Not only that, that championship needs a true contender for it, not some “diva” that thinks she's part fox, and what better person to fill that role than the Anti-Diva herself?



*With that said, Paige returns to staring at what ever she was before, as the camera stays on her for a moment before fading into the ringside area where stage members are shown setting up ladders for the upcoming match.*

As Uprising returns from a very well put together video package hyping the historic fifth anniversary of Final Stand, we're taken ringside to our commentary trio of the evening, Michael Cole, Jerry "The King" Lawler and Good ol' JR Jim Ross.

{JR}
We're just forty five nights away from Final Stand, but before our superstars and divas can prepare to cement their legacies on the fifth anniversary spectacle of Final Stand, they've gotta get through tonight, the first pay-per-view of the 2013 era and it's a night where things are sure to both amaze and astonish you, and it's a night that is far from over!

{Michael Cole}
That's right JR, we've got an unbelievable main-event with Chris Jericho getting his rematch against World Heavyweight Champion Triple H, but up next we've got a match that has had people talking since the very first night it all started. We wanna take you now back to that night, it was at Supremacy, and it was after Edge had started a chain reaction of controversy when he ended Ted DiBiase's reign as champion.


The fans all turn their heads to the titantron as the screen blacks out and the video begins.



The first image we see is a bloodied and battered Ted DiBiase from after his match with Edge. The blood is trickling down his face as he's almost unrecognizable at first glance. He's struggling to barely raise his head up, and the reality is setting in, he's just lost what he's fought for years to achieve, all of his hard work, gone in an instant. He can't believe what's just happened, and he's not the only one....the image of Ted's crimson mask fades away and we're taken to reactions from the fans, every single person in the arena is silent, it's a moment not like we've seen on many occasions...they're worried, they're upset, and they're angry, all of these emotions surfacing into a silent sea of disbelief. They know Ted's in terrible shape, his bloods still pouring out of his skull, dripping down on the mat like a faucet that just won't shut off....we then cut back to the new champion confidently boasting about his victory, then back to Ted, who is doing his damnedest to try to stand, but remains unsuccessful, and the very next second the music stops abruptly, and an enhanced "EXCUSE ME!" echos....

"I believed in you, I supported you, and trusted you!" the next clip plays as she furiously addresses the now ex-champion. "Your dream of being World Heavyweight Champion, is officially over! " angry boos follow this viciously truthful remark from Vickie, and an alarmingly unified "YOU SUCK!" chant is drowning out any other sound in the arena. The hatred is visible from these fans, they don't agree with what Vickie's saying, but as we know by now....this story gets worse, fast.

A shot of Ted with his head lowered, he's upset, he's furious with himself for allowing Edge to cheat him out of what he's dreamed about since he was just a child....and Vickie's words just act as salt to an already gaping wound that just gets deeper and deeper with every thing said by this angry General Manager.




New music begins to play as the screen turns black and white..."You've betrayed my trust!" .....the fans continue to boo...."You're not reliable!" ....Ted's head raises up as he's confused, disoriented and in bad shape both physically and mentally..."YOU'RE FIRED!" the music stops......and not a single sound can be heard for the next several seconds and we freeze on the look of Ted's face the very second he heard those two life changing words.....The music starts back where it left off as reactions from everyone else is voice over this still image of Ted's face. "WHAT?!?!!" King responds in a shocked tone...."Did she just say he's fired?!" JR responds just as confused as everyone else in the arena. "He's actually fired?! " a sickeningly excitedly Cole blurts out without thinking. "This can't be real" King's words echo before we cut away to a shot of Vickie cackling on the stage, and then in the ring at Ted shaking his head over and over, saying No, No....No.....No..... he can't believe it, he walked in this arena as World Heavyweight Champion, and now this is the last time he'll be walking out of an XWL arena? This can't be real, it has to be a dream, a terrible terrible nightmare....but it's not....his eyes begin to swell up as the blood mixes with the formation of tears....a loudly voiced "PLEASE DON'T GO!" chant from the fans begins that next instant, and all Ted can do is say he's sorry....his emotions getting more and more intensely uncontrollable....he keeps saying he's sorry, as they keep chanting please don't go....but all he can do is say he's sorry...

The video comes to an end and the fans in Ohio sit silently, because they remember that night...they remember what they felt, and they remember what it was like watching it all happen before their eyes....whether they were there in person or watching it at home from their televisions....the moment it all went down was a moment that stunned the entire XWL universe. We cut back to our commentary team as JR and King are having flashbacks in their head of that night, and how they had to call that disturbing moment. Even Cole seems to have been effected by that video, it's kept him silent as well, almost as if he just felt what everyone else did on that night too.

{King}
That's a night I'll never forget...the all around shock that was felt by every single person just said so much. I hate watching that all back because it makes me feel even worse that a guy like Ted has had to go through all of this for no reason at all. He's given XWL his blood, his sweat, and his tears....and to see that, and to have seen how Vickie and Shawn have made his life into their own personal form of hell, it's just sickening.

{JR}
I truly hope Ted can turn everything around tonight, after being screwed the last two months, you want this young man to find a way to do it, but you just know that Vickie and Shawn have something up their sleeves, just as they have since Ted's fight for a contract began.


The bell is struck suddenly and it's sound signals the beginning of the introductions as we head inside the ring to Lillian Garcia.



{Lillian Garcia}
The following is a Last Chance Ladder match! The only way to win this match is to climb the ladder and retrieve the briefcase hanging above the ring. If Ted DiBiase wins he will receive a contract from XWL immediately. However, should Ted lose, he will never get another chance at an XWL contract ever again.


{JR}
That's right ladies and gentlemen, it's do or die for DiBiase in tonight's match, he's never needed to win more than he does tonight.

{King}
But Vickie Guerrero and Shawn Michaels will no doubt do everything humanly possible to prevent that from happening.

{Michael Cole}
You don't know that, don't just go assuming things, for all you know Ted will lose legitimately. It's not like a legend like Shawn Michaels will have any trouble defeating a man in HIS match.

{Lillian Garcia}
Introducing first, from Madison Mississippi, weighing in at 214 pounds, Ted DiBiase!


The silent arena quickly changes as the fans rise to their feet cheering on the man that might be heading into his last ever XWL match. All eyes are on the empty stage, and just seconds later the cheers get even louder as Ted steps out from behind the curtain looking out into the jam packed arena, his eyes widen and he takes a deep breath as we cu away to a different shot of his entrance, he's shown from behind, still gazing at all sides of the arena at his cheering fans, and that's when we notice a microphone held tightly in his right hand.



He remains standing there taking it all in, perhaps for the last time, before he slowly raises the microphone up to his face, still silent just a bit longer.



{Ted DiBiase}
One....seventy....five...

His grip over the microphone tightens as he says this strange number.


{Ted DiBiase}
The amount of days that have passed since XWL gave me my walking papers, said adios, see ya' bye, don't call us and we won't you...After everything I've given this company, after all of my hard work to get better, to BE better, I'm just thrown out on my ass, not a single damn given about my well being....no one bothered to check to see if I was okay, my skull was unusually tomato red and this strange liquid substance kept pouring out of my head as I made my final walk through that hallway, but no one stopped me and said, hey, are you okay? Do you wanna see a medic? We fired you, but it's the least we can do! No....I didn't get that, my face was saturated in my own blood, sweat, and my tears....yet I was just sent on my merry way, escorted out by security like I didn't belong....and I guess you could say, I took it hard.



{Ted DiBiase}
Let's face it, I've never been the serious kind of guy, I liked to have fun, and I liked to show the world how much fun I was having so they could have that same feeling just watching me....but all I could think about for the longest time....was that final moment, everyone chanting....PLEASE....DON'T....GO!....and all I could do....was say I was sorry....how pathetic of me!


His sudden intensity catches the fans off guard. Ted's been entirely too hard on himself over this whole entire time. It's not his fault Vickie fired him, and the fans don't blame him at all, yet he feels like he is the one to blame. This angers him, he's got a great deal of respect for the fans, respect they show back tenfold.

{Ted DiBiase}
Oh I'm sorry? So that makes up for you people wasting your time and breath on me for the last three years? I'm sorry I let you down guys, I know you don't want me to go, but I've got no choice in the matter....you've only been there for me since the very beginning when I was living in my father's shadow, trying to be something I wasn't just for meaningless success....A stupid gimmick that didn't show anyone anything they didn't already see decades ago. Oh sure I had a hot arm candy on my arm every night, I flashed my cash around, and I boasted about being able to do what the common couldn't...but I knew nothing then...I saw what my father was and thought that's what I needed to be, but it's because of all of you that I was able to see how green the grass was on the other side.

He lowers his microphone as the cheers start back up, his head lowers slightly, then he waits a few more seconds before placing the mic back up to his face.




{Ted DiBiase}
I was an arrogant prick, not ashamed to admit it because it lead me to that one night...I held a Million Dollar Challenge, had been trained all week by the best trainers money could buy....and I lost....miserably! In my mind I had lost everything, my girlfriend which we all know was nothing more than a gold digging tramp that hopped on the next money train as soon as I lost that match...My money which I had boasted about more than a few times....and my father's support....I know now what had happened there, but at the time, I was empty, I was in shambles. Then the next night, I have a match with Daniel Bryan, and I start getting my ass kicked...then as I'm lying on the mat, thinking this is it, call it quits kid because it doesn't get lower than this....I start hearing my name chanted...it wasn't loud by any means, but it was loud enough that I could hear it. I'm laying there thinking what the hell are these people doing? Is that my name they're chanting? Then suddenly the cheers louder....I start feeling the support....something I had no clue what, but something was happening....I was feeling like I could conquer the world, it's very cheesy, but that's how I felt....suddenly I mount a comeback, the cheers get even louder....and the next thing I know I hit my finisher, and I've won!

Recalling this story seems to have changed the angry tone of his voice, he'll never forget that night because it was the night that changed everything for him. He was no longer alone in this cruel and unyielding world, and was finally accepted for who he is, not who he's supposed to be.




{Ted DiBiase}
I thought I had no one there for me, and then suddenly you were. The night after one of my worst nights of my life, ended up being one of the best. Because I had new meaning, I had purpose....I had support...people I didn't have to pay....people that liked me....just because they liked me, not because I paid them too! You the fans helped me realize who I was and who I was capable of being. You helped me grow into the World Heavyweight Champion that I became...and... I blew it. Losing my money, my girlfriend, and the support from everyone around wasn't the worst night of my life....Supremacy was. Because I let Vickie get away with firing me, I let her give me my walking papers, and I let myself walk out of that building, and out of your lives. You had only been supporting me through my roughest patches, and my greatest moments, no big deal right? Wrong! So very very wrong! I let you down, the only people that had ever truly been there for me, and I just walked away, I didn't even put up a struggle, I didn't show up every week raising hell and do everything to return things to how they were, I just sat at home and gave up.

Ted's tone changes once again, not as angry as before, but more so disappointed. It's softer but still rougher than his usual inflection in his voice.



{Ted DiBiase}
I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I really wasn't worthy of being an XWL superstar then. I might have busted my ass on a nightly basis to reach that seemingly unreachable brass ring that everyone's always on about....but I pissed it away by acting like a complete moron! Making jokes and playing games is all fine and dandy in your personal time, but I had lost focus without really realizing it until it was too late. I should have taken things more seriously when it came to the ring and those that didn't like me, but I didn't. I pissed those people off because I didn't truly take it seriously, and I wound up fired. But a REAL man can acknowledge his mistakes, and do EVERYTHING to rectify them. That's why I came back at The Monster Bash.




{Ted DiBiase}
That's why despite being screwed the last two months, I haven't given up! I haven't left well enough alone, and it's because I'm sick of being the guy that everyone thinks is nothing more than just a pushover! I'm ready to take this company by storm, I'm ready to beat the best and be the best, contrary to what Vickie Guerrero would like you all to think, tonight is just the beginning, not the end! It might be my quote unquote "last chance." But I like to think of it as THEIR last chance.





{Ted DiBiase}
We all know what's coming, I've prepared myself all weekend for whatever they've got planned for me, and I promise you all right now, they can try to screw me all they like tonight, but NOTHING will stop me from pulling that briefcase down, and ending this ONCE AND FOR ALL!

The fans are on their feet screaming excitedly as he delivers this last line, then he throws the microphone down, jumps up on the apron knee first, and enters the ring before proceeding to crack his knuckles as he awaits his opponent.



As Michaels walks out from behind the curtain the crowd's boos grow louder directed at the Heartbreak Kid as he walks down the ramp

Lillian Garcia:And introducing his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas weighing in at 223 pounds, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels!

Jim Ross: This man right here, that son of a bitch, Shawn Michaels has some nerve, for months him and Vickie Guerrero have tried their very best to keep DiBiase out of the XWL, and every time it looks like Ted's been out to get his job back they turn the tables on him, and this right now could be DiBiase last chance.

Michael Cole: Last chance? Oh please JR, he doesn't have any chance! This is a ladder match, there's no way, not a chance in hell that DiBiase will beat Michaels here tonight. You don't go into a Lion's Den and fight to Alpha Lion, and that's exactly what DiBiase is doing, he's going one on one with THE MAN in the man's own territory, his speciality a Ladder match, he might as well leave now and call it a day.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: I don't think that's going to happen, Cole. Sure maybe this isn't the easiest way to go about it but Ted's got to take any chance he could get. It's not going to be easy, but he knows he can't afford to lose tonight.

As Michaels walks down the ramp in full entrance gear he raises his arm above his head until he reaches ringside

Michael Cole: Well that's a shame for him because what he's going to do, you heard it from the man himself, in XWL just look at Shawn Michaels record in Ladder matches, when everyone said it wasn't possible he did the impossible, he defied the odds time and time again and he stole the show and he got the job done. The facts are simple nobody can compete with Michaels in a ladder match and nobody can compete with Michaels in a big match situation and this is both of them, Michaels isn't going into the ring for revenge, he's going to put on a clinic and he's going to make sure DiBiase doesn't walk out of here as an XWL Superstar.

Jim Ross: Will you just shut up for one moment Cole. Sure Michaels has an impressive record in Ladder matches but he isn't fighting of a title tonight, quite frankly Michaels has nothing to lose and nothing to win and DiBiase has it all to win and everything to lose.

Michael Cole: That's exactly my point, for Shawn this is just a match, he's got a clear head and he's fully focused and DiBiase as we've seen time and time again has let his emotions get the better of him and every time that's cost him and it's going to cost him again tonight if you ask me.

When Shawn Michaels enters the ring, DiBiase exits the ring, and Michaels spins around with his arms spread out wide until he reaches the middle of the ring and performs his signature pose with pyro going off behind him right to left, then left to right, then repeating again, but before the pyro ends Michaels stops posing and climbs the near by turnbuckle up to the second rope lifting his arm up again and using the other to point to himself

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Well if you ask me that emotion will spur him on, and him knowing that this is his very last chance will make sure DiBiase will get back up until he physically can't any more, he can't afford to give up, not tonight, it's all or nothing for DiBiase and you've got to think there will come a point in this match where Shawn has to ask him himself, is this really something worth fighting for, what does he gain from keeping DiBiase out of this company?

Jim Ross: That could be the case, but...

Michael Cole: Really? Is that what you think? Don’t tell me you're actually stupid enough to think Michaels will call it a day? There's no way in hell that Michaels will let DiBiase win and if DiBiase needs his opponent to let him win then he doesn't deserve to be here! He shouldn't even have another chance to begin with? He's already had two chances and he blew them both. He's a loser and that's what he'll always be!

He starts to remove his entrance gear he hands the top to one of the ring crew outside the ring, then he jumps down from the turnbuckle and unzips his trousers, shaking his hips as he removes them, then throwing them outside to the ring worker again

Jim Ross: Whatever the case maybe Cole, the time for speculation is over.

As Michaels theme slowly fades out, DiBiase re-enters the ring and the referee signals for the bell DiBiase and Michaels both meet in the middle of the ring as both men swing for each other with rights and lefts, just brawling in the middle of the ring, with both men just swinging at each other hitting each other with a variety of left and right handed punches to the others face and upper torso.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Just look at them go DiBiase isn't wasting any time tonight, he going right for Michaels, and he's bring it right back to him!

Jim Ross: Who can honestly say they're surprised, I don't think anyone was expecting this to be a great technical match and if these opening few seconds are anything to go by it's not going to be any time soon.

Shawn starts hitting Ted with hard chops to the chest, but Ted returns with more punches as Shawn's chops get further and further apart, Ted starts to force Michaels back into a corner.

Jim Ross: DiBiase is starting to get control here, using his slight height advantage in his favour, and he's got Michaels in the corner.

Michael Cole: It's still early days though JR, this is a marathon and nobody can outlast Michaels.

With Ted firmly in control of the brawl, he continues he beat down Michaels, then he whips Shawn hard into the opposite turnbuckle and as he hits the pads, Shawn flips over the top rope and lands on the outside.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Michaels to the outside of the ring now, and he hit that thin protective padding hard!

Ted quickly keeps in pursuit of Michaels and follows him to the outside, attacking Michaels from behind, then throwing him into the announcers table, forcing his head to bounce off of the covering, but Shawn keeps trying to escape from him, so Ted knee's Shawn in the back sending him front first into the Steel Steps.

Jim Ross: Ted's started the match strong here, he's been on top pretty much from the very beginning, it's still very early on, but if Ted can keep this up

As Shawn slumps by the Steel Steps, DiBiase grabs him and pulls him up to his feet, only to lift him up by the waist and drop him head first into the ring post above the steps.

Michael Cole: Look at that thug, Michaels is trying to get some space and DiBiase is just assaulting him, how can you cheer a man like this? He's a criminal dammit!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Calm down Cole, Ted has every right to be here, and this match is no disqualifications, he can do whatever he wants.

Still trying to escape, Michaels lifts open the ring apron and tries to crawl underneath the ring, but Ted grabs him by the ankles and pulls him back out. But Shawn rolls over to his back and kicks DiBiase off him and quickly crawls under the ring apron, but again DiBiase tries to grab him, but can't reach him.

Jim Ross: Michaels is just running like a scolded dog, hiding under the ring for DiBiase.

Ted slides into the ring and slides underneath the ropes of the opposite side of the ring, awaiting for Shawn to re-emerge from underneath the ring. As he waits for a few seconds DiBiase grabs a chair from the time keepers area and stands little over two feet away from the ring apron, knowing that when Shawn comes out from under the ring he can reach him with ease. But as a few more seconds go by Shawn comes out from under the ring from a different side, unknown to DiBiase, then quickly goes around the ring and from a blind spot, he hits DiBiase in the jaw with a Superkick!

Michael Cole: That's more like it Shawn, DiBiase took his eye off the ball and he's paid the price big time right there! What a Superkick by Michaels!

Jim Ross: He got DiBiase square on the jaw! He might be out already.

As Ted lays on the floor, unknowing what hit him, Michaels grabs the near by ladder, and unhinges it and laying flat across the ring apron and barricade.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: What on earth is Michaels doing now?

Jim Ross: Whatever it is, it can't bode well for Ted.

Shawn then grabs DiBiase and lifts him to his feet, and lays his arm around his shoulder and lifts him up for a suplex, and instead drops him feet first onto the ladder, with his legs going through the gaps between the rungs. Michaels then punches Ted in the head a few times laying him flat along the ladder, then punches him in the head a few more times to make sure he won't move.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: I don't like the looks of this JR, Michaels has DiBiase laid out flat across that ladder.

Michael Cole: I don't know what Michaels is thinking, but hit or miss and it could be all over already.

Michaels climbs up onto the ring apron, then the second rope, as he looks down as DiBiase, who's still laying across the ladder. Then he dives off onto DiBiase chest first hitting him with a splash and the ladder underneath the two men breaks upon impact and the crowd explode in an eruption as Michaels and DiBiase crumple on the floor!

Jim Ross: By god! Michaels just drove himself and DiBiase through the ladder!

Michael Cole: The crowd are going damn crazy in here! And both men are down!

Both men lay in the wreckage, both completely still for a few seconds, until Shawn slowly gets back up to his feet, and he looks down at DiBiase, who's still not moved and he knows the match could be over already. So he slowly walks over to the ramp and unlocks another ladder and carries it to the ring, sliding it in under the bottom rope.

Michael Cole: Michaels is up and he knows Ted could be done already, this match might just be over.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: But he's gave DiBiase a lot of time to recover by getting that ladder.

Shawn enters the ring himself after the ladder and begins to set it up in the middle of the ring.

Jim Ross: Michaels has that contract in his sights now, he just needs to climb up that ladder and pull it down, but he's wasted a lot of time here.

With the ladder firmly set up, Shawn begins to slowly climb up rung by rung, savouring the moment and quickness of the match.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Look at that smirk on Michaels face, just wasting time here, yeah good job Shawn just pull the damn contract down already you jerk.

Michael Cole: Jerk? He's doing us and everyone else a favour here, just think no more DiBiase, FINALLY. And we all have that man right there to thank, I wouldn't be surprised if the board of directors started a Hall of Fame tomorrow just to show Michaels their gratitude of his services in ridding XWL of this DiBiase problem. They'll be building a statue of Shawn in solid gold by daybreak tomorrow in Columbus, Ohio. That man right there, that man on the ladder, Shawn Michaels, the Showstopper himself, the man! My good friend , the Headliner himself has finally put DiBiase away for good and he did it in record time!

As Shawn goes to grab the contract, DiBiase rolls into the ring and the crowd stand on their feet as DiBiase pushes the ladder over as it slowly tips over and Shawn falls off, landing stomach first on the top rope, then bouncing to the outside!

Michael Cole: No!

Jim Ross: Michaels is down on the outside! And look who's standing in the ring!

Michael Cole: This can't be happening, get up Shawn, please for the love of god don't let him win!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Looks like you started celebrating too early Cole, you and Michaels.

Michael Cole: Oh just shut your mouth Lawler this is nothing to laugh about!

As Shawn slowly gets to his feet on the outside of the ring, DiBiase hits the ropes then he he charges in Shawn's direction he dives through the second and top rope with a Suicide Dive, however Michaels steps out of the way and DiBiase crashes into the barricade and Michaels slumps back onto the floor

Jim Ross: Oh! What a collision, DiBiase into the barricade.

Michael Cole: Ha! What an idiot! DiBiase just drove himself head first into the barricade and Michaels had it scouted perfectly, what instinct by Michaels!

Both men lay on the floor completely exhausted for a few seconds until Shawn uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: It looks like Ted could be out cold, and Michaels is pulling himself to his feet, this match got ugly really fast, they went for it all early on and their bodies are paying the price.

Jim Ross: The crowd are loving every second of this King, these two men are just trying to rip each other limb from limb.

Michaels then climbs up to the ring apron, but DiBiase gets up and pulls Michaels legs, pulling him back down and uses the ring apron the catch him, then as he lets go of the apron it snaps back, trapping Shawn between apron and ring.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: There's still fight in DiBiase though JR, and Michaels is caught in the apron.

Ted looks under the ring and quickly pulls out a "STOP!" sign and starts to beat Michaels over the head with it, and with nowhere to run Shawn gets hit with it across the head, blow after blow after blow, and the sign bends around his head a bit more after each shot, and gap between shot gets shorter and shorter and DiBiase continues to hit Shawn with the sign, until it's bent beyond recognition.

Jim Ross: Shot after shot after shot by DiBiase with that stop sign! He's bent that around Michaels head, he's not even trying to block himself any more, he's got nowhere to run, there's nowhere he can run he's completely defenceless!

Michael Cole: How can you condone this, you just said it JR, he's beating a defenceless man with a damn weapon!

He then throws the heavily bent sign to the floor, as Shawn slumps where he's stood and DiBiase hits Michaels with a clothesline sending him to the floor, disappearing behind the ring apron.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: This is DiBiase's chance now he either has to keep on top of Michaels or go for that contract, he can't afford to take a breather, and he needs to get Shawn back in his sights.

DiBiase then grabs a half of the broken ladder and carries it over to where Shawn is laying, and placing it on the floor, then he picks Shawn up and plants him with a Spinebuster onto the steel ladder section, and Michaels screams in pain as his lower back slams against the metal.

Jim Ross: Did you hear that thud King? Michaels back right on top of that Ladder!

Michael Cole: He's an animal, a sick and twisted animal! Why should someone who can do that with such ease have a job here! He's just as deranged as MsChif and just as insane as Mankind! And yet you two want to give this monster a job.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Oh would you just stop it Cole, DiBiase's just doing what he has to do.

Michael Cole: He had to do that? He had to try and break Michaels' back? Wake up King!

DiBiase then enters the ring and repositions the ladder in the middle of the ring, and climbs up the ladder. As he nears the top, Vickie Guerrero runs down the ramp and enters the ring, grabbing onto Ted's leg trying to stop him from getting any closer to the contract!

Jim Ross: What the hell is going on here? She has no business out here! Once again she's trying to screw Ted DiBiase out of his job!

Michael Cole: She has every right to be out here! It's her show damn it! It's her job to make sure the fans get what they want, and nobody wants to see this idiot with a job around here!

Jim Ross: Can't you here these people? They love DiBiase and they want him back in XWL, where he belongs!

Still trying to grab the contract, DiBiase shrugs Vickie off him, as three referee's run down the ramp to get Guerrero away from Ted, trying to get Vickie to go to the back, but the livid Guerrero refuses still trying to get DiBiase, who's watching the commotion from the top of the ladder. As she continues to refuse to leave, Breakdown General Manager Hulk Hogan walks down the ramp with two members of security, who run into the ring and grab Guerrero, to forcibly remove her from the ring, as the crowd cheer her removal.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Alright! Get her out of here dammit! She has no business out here.

Michael Cole: No business? Then what's Hogan doing out here! This has nothing to do with Breakdown!

Jim Ross: He's doing the right thing Cole, he's making sure DiBiase has an honest chance in this match.

As she's carried past Hogan, he follows them to the back with the referee's. Then as the chaos ends, DiBiase turns around and climbs a few more rungs, but Michaels hits DiBiase in the back with a steel chair!

Michael Cole: What a shot with the chair! Hit him again Shawn!

Michaels follows up with another chair shot, and another until DiBiase lets go of the ladder. Shawn then pulls him down to the mat and hits him again with the chair, this time across the head, then for good measure Shawn cracks DiBiase over the head one more time!

Michael Cole: Come on Shawn! Get up that ladder and pull down that contract!

Jim Ross: This is a damn shame, if it wasn't for Vickie Guerrero...

Michael Cole: Well it was for Vickie Guerrero there's no time for ifs and buts, the fact is DiBiase is a goner!

Shawn throws the chair to the mat, then goes back outside the ring and pulls out a table from under the ring and slides it into the ring then re-enters the ring himself and sets the table up just to the side of the ladder in the middle of the ring.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: What on earth is Michaels doing? He could have this match won.

Jim Ross: I don't know King, but he's looking to put an exclamation point on DiBiase's career.

Michaels climbs the ladder, then as Shawn gets about half way up Ted starts to climbs up the other side after him. As Shawn gets to the top of the ladder he reaches for the contract but can't quite reach it, then DiBiase gets within range to hit Michaels in the Upper Chest with a punch, as Michaels and DiBiase start to brawl on top of the ladder.

Michael Cole: How does DiBiase keep getting up? Why doesn't he just stay down!

Jim Ross: He's fighting for his job Cole, he's not going to give up this easily, if there's still fight left in his body then he'll keep getting back up.

As they exchange blows, Ted starts to gain the advantage, then wraps his arms around Michaels throat in a Cobra Clutch hold and hits Michaels with a Dream Street off the ladder through the table, crowd go crazy for DiBiase who's still on top of the ladder, knowing the match is as good as over!

Michael Cole: No! How could he do this?! Michaels has crashed through the table!

Jerry "The King" Lawler: And look how's on top of the ladder Cole!

Michael Cole: Oh you've got to be kidding me!

Jim Ross: The crowd are on their feet and DiBiase is alone on the top of the ladder! He's just seconds away from getting his job back.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Go on Ted, savour the moment, this is what you've been fighting for months! Grab the contract and it's all over with!

Ted DiBiase extends his arms reaching out for the contract, with the crowd cheering him on, his fingers tips touch the contract dangling from the ceiling, but he can't quite reach it, so he climbs up two more rungs and reaches for the contract again, but as he's about to touch it the contract raises up out of DiBiase's reach!

Jim Ross: Of all the low down dirty no good tricks...

King: Did that briefcase just move?!

Jim Ross: It sure as hell did and I can't believe what I've just seen! Ted DiBiase has once again been screwed right before our very eyes! How the hell is he supposed to reach it now!

Michael Cole: You're both seeing things, it didn't move, why would it move?

King: You're the one seeing things, Cole....It moved because they're trying to screw Ted for the third pay-per-view in a row that's why!

The look on his face says it all as there Ted stands, fuming with rage, just looking up at the unreachable contract hanging there. It's taunting him, suddenly it's all clear, they didn't want a ladder match because it's Shawn's specialty...they wanted a ladder match so they were in complete control of who grabbed the briefcase, and who couldn't! All he can do is stand there, there's no way he can reach it, even if he stood at the very top there'd still be no chance that he could pull it down. The fans are about as pissed off as he is, Ted talked about thwarting their attempts to screw him tonight but how in the hell is he supposed to grab that contract now? Fly?

Jim Ross: He's absolutely flabbergasted, and I don't even know how he can possibly win now, they've gone too far this time!

King: There's gotta be some way to get it!

Michael Cole: Yeah, climb the ladder and pull it down, that's how these matches work....honestly I'm surrounded by morons.

Jim Ross: That's a bit easier said than done, Cole.

Michael Cole: If he wants it bad enough then it'll be easy.

King: If he wants it bad enough? He's been after this for three months now despite being screwed along the way, he wants it as bad as a man could want it, the problem is they don't want him to have it!

To say he's livid would be an understatement, he doesn't know what the hell he can do at this point, he's as high as he could on the ladder but still just too far away from it. Ted's eyes turn back to Shawn as he notices him stirring, this was the moment he would've won it all, Michael would've been out and the contract would've been easy takings, but now all he can do is stand there as he looks out into the screaming fans, they want him to pull it down and finally end this fire nonsense, but there's no way he can do that! He pulls at his hair screaming out, he's angered by this all, he knew they'd try something underhanded and cheap to steer things in their favor but even he didn't see this coming! He knows standing on this ladder allowing Shawn time to recover won't help matters and so he slowly makes his way down the ladder, Shawn's still down which gives him just a little while longer to figure something out in his head. His eyes scan the surrounding area, he sees ladders all of the same size scattered around, even smaller ones but nothing that'll aid him in the situation he's found himself in.

Jim Ross: This is just despicable in every way! Ted had this won, dammit he had it!

King: Think Ted! There's gotta be something!

Michael Cole: If he had it won then why is the case still hanging, huh?

King: Because it was hoisted up before he could grab it you twit! Stop acting like you didn't see what everyone else in the entire world just saw. He had it, and then for no reason it lifted it into the air completely out of his reach! That's why he didn't win, look at Shawn, he's been down for the last several minutes, Ted's been robbed once again!

Ted's cupped hands run down his frustration filled face as he tries to regroup and calm himself down but that really pissed him off. He drops down to the canvas before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside and throws up the ring skirt looking under the ring for hopefully a taller ladder. DiBiase reaches further and further, halfway crawling under the ring, the skirt falling down behind him. He's determined and everyone can see it, Shawn's starting to roll over to the ropes, his backs killing him after that devastating impact off the ladder and through the table but he's a fighter and that's not going to keep him down. Especially since the match is now far from over, no one can end the match with the case that high, something has to be done. Finally we go back to where Ted is and he slowly pulls himself out from under the apron, somethings in his hands....perhaps a taller ladder?

Jim Ross:
He's got something!

Michael Cole:
What's that in his hands?!

King:
Is....is it?



No! It's not a taller ladder it's a bin filled with useless crap that he throws as hard as he can into the barricade. He thought by some miracle there might of been a taller ladder under but there's not a damn thing that can aid him and he's losing it. He picks up the bin again and tosses it the floor before stomping on it, getting angrier and angrier. He's losing his focus and instead of thinking of what to do all he seems to be doing is showing the entire world how irate he's become. He pounds the barricade with his balled up fist and the fans try to calm him down by cheering him and shouting words of encouragement. They're telling him he can do it, to just think, to not let Vickie or Shawn win because this is exactly what they want. But what they want seems to be what's happening. He's so riled up that he's allowed Shawn the time he desperately needed to recover, and now his opening to win is gone.

King: Michaels is up!

Jim Ross: I can't even watch this anymore! Shawn was down and out for way longer than Ted needed but because of that unbelievable stunt they pulled with the briefcase Ted's almost back to square one. How is he even supposed to reach that?

Michael Cole: Again, it's called a ladder!


In the midst of Ted's meltdown his eyes wander to the ring where he notices Shawn's up but off balance as he struggles to stay up. That Dream Street off the ladder and through the table really left it's mark in more ways than but Ted knows he's gotta act fast even if he doesn't know how he'll be able to retrieve the contract if he gets Shawn down again. He runs to the ring sliding in, Shawn turns around and that's when Ted meets him with a kick to the gut, grabs hold of his pants to try and throw him into the ladder near them since it's useless for climbing right now, but Michaels in his weakened state holds his ground, and fires back with elbow shots to Ted's ribs breaking his grip. Shawn then goes to grab him for something, Ted pushes him away then comes flying at him with clothesline, however Michaels manages to duck it, pushes the ladder aside then runs bouncing off the ropes gaining momentum for something, Ted turns around but instead of Michaels landing whatever he had in mind, Ted catches him with an inverted atomic drop! Shawn staggers back, but then swings for a clothesline of his own, which Ted ducks under bounces off the ropes coming back around for one of his hard hitting lariats but Shawn catches him just as Ted caught him just a few seconds ago and does an inverted atomic drop of his own before picking him up almost instantaneously and dropping him onto the leaned and open ladder with a scoop slam!


Jim Ross: Good lord!


Michael Cole: Yes! Vintage Michaels with the inverted atomic drop followed by a hard hitting scoop slam!

King: Oh god look at the ladder!


The completely misshapen ladder has been bent by the weight of Ted's body crashing down onto it and it's almost been flattened like a pancake! The fans let out a concerned gasp as Ted's back bridges off the canvas as he feels that impact through his entire body. Shawn's eyes drift down to the mat as he notices the steel chair he used earlier lying in a corner and hatches an idea. An idea that's sure to inflict a great deal of pain to Ted, and it's a play off of something he's known for doing quite well. Michaels grabs the steel chair, makes sure Ted's still down across that destroyed ladder then backs up into the corner, steps out onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope with the chair still in hand. What the hell is he going for? He stands tall looking down at Ted and suddenly the fans begin to boo louder and louder as they realize what he's about to do. He places the chair against elbow then leaps off the top directly onto Ted with his famous elbow drop ramming the chair straight into DiBiase's chest!

Michael Cole: Now THAT was impressive!

Jim Ross: Shawn's actions might be unacceptable but there's no denying that he really gives it everything he's got when it comes to his matches.

King: Meanwhile Ted's getting in pretty bad shape, not only was that elbow given an extra something with the addition of that chair, but it was delivered to Ted while he was laying on that broken ladder!


Shawn pops to his feet slightly favoring his arm since that elbow drop took a little bit away from him as well, then notices every ladder around them is broken. His eyes turn to the stage where ladders are lined all around the area and so he pulls the broken ladder out from under Ted tossing it to the outside, clearing the ring of anything that might hinder himself in the future or help Ted regain control. While Ted lies on the mat coughing profusely and holding his chest, perhaps from some internal damage after that elbow drop, Shawn heads out of the ring and up the ramp to retrieve another ladder. He notices the one he wants about half way up, so he unhinges it, closes it up and picks it up. Ted's pulled himself into a corner, still trying to recover, Shawn slowly makes the walk to the ring, he's weak though so he tries to slide the ladder in through the ropes, he places it on the second rope pushing it in, Ted sees an opportunity and takes it by leaping up to his feet and throws himself onto the ladder! Like a seesaw gone wrong Shawn's end pops up smacking him in the face and knocking him down to his knees as he holds his nose cussing and yelling just as loudly as he can!


Jim Ross: Good god almighty!

King: That nose has gotta be broken! I don't know how Ted does it but just when you're about to count him out he does something like that!

Michael Cole: While you two are going on and on about how amazing that was, a poor man is possibly suffering from a broken nose, can he get a medic please? God the things some people will do just to try to win a match.

King: You mean like raising the briefcase up just as Ted was about to pull it down?!

Michael Cole: That didn't happen.

King: Yes it did!

Jim Ross: Alright you two, settle down.

Michael Cole: He started it by making up that vicious lie!

King: Lie?! It happened right in front of us!

Michael Cole: No it didn't, Ted probably just pushed it up so he'd have an excuse when he loses AGAIN!

King: Pu- HOW IN THE HELL WOULD THAT EVEN BE POSSIBLE?!

Jim Ross: Gentlemen please, we've got a match to cover.


The fans are wildly cheering as Shawn's still throwing a fit about his nose. Ted's slumped over the ladder, he's still not in the best shape right now but he's gotta push through if he doesn't want this to be the last time he compete inside an XWL ring. He pulls himself up to his feet, drags the ladder over to the far side of the ring then rolls out under the bottom rope walking past a knelt Shawn to go for another ladder. No one is quite sure what Ted's got in mind but he seems to have a pretty good idea of something he can do that will hurt Shawn even more and give him the opportunity he needs to somehow retrieve the hanging case above. He closes up a ladder as he approaches one, lifts it off the ramp then carries it over towards the ring. Shawn's halfway up, still shaking his head and checking himself for blood. DiBiase tosses the ladder over the top rope and in the ring before pulling Shawn up by a handful of his long hair and rolling him into the ring. A "Let's go Ted!" chant breaks out just as he was about to slide back in, his head turns to the audience, and he remembers that he's not just fighting for himself in this match, he's fighting for every single person that's supported him through this entire time. He's disappointed them with his failures of the past in his mind, and this can't be one of them. It can't all end like this and he'll do everything physically possible to prevent it.


Jim Ross: Focus Ted, get back in the ring and finish this!

Michael Cole: The only one finishing anything around here will be Shawn. Look I'll admit Ted's put up a good fight but it's inevitable, he's losing, he should just accept that.


Ted's back inside with Shawn, and he wastes no time in pulling him up by his hair once again, connects with a hard right, then another, finally a third before Irish whipping him into the corner. He charges straight for him with his feet leaving the mat as he almost flies through the air, but the veteran knows exactly what to do in situations like this and raises his boot up just in time to catch Ted in the jaw and send him stumbling back, dazed and caught off guard. The third generation star staggers back, he's on one knee but starts to stand and that's when Shawn comes running right for him jumping off the mat, looking for one of his famous flying forearms, but Ted sees it coming, ducks just as Michael was about to hit and Shawn has nothing to stop him from landing right on one of the two ladders in the ring! He's laid almost perfectly across it, Ted acts fast picking up the second ladder and throwing it on top of him, sandwiching him inbetween the two! DiBiase steps out onto the apron, lines himself up the ladder sandwiched Michaels then looks around as the fans cheer before propelling himself up and over the top rope with a tope atomico! The ladders nearly crush Michaels as Ted' body lands on top of one ladder and the pressure creates a devastating amount of pain to not only Shawn but Ted too as he instantly drops to the mat holding his back kicking the canvas and pounding it with his fist due to how much it hurt.

Jim Ross: I don't believe it! Look at the steps Ted is taking just to hurt Shawn! He's hurting himself just to hurt Michaels more!

Michael Cole: What an idiot! Why would he do such a thing?!

King: Because in a match like this you've gotta incapacitate your opponent, especially when you're not only facing another man, but apparently the very cable holding that briefcase up!

Michael Cole: Will you stop making up lies! It didn't move!

Jim Ross: Yes it did, Cole!

King: Just because you choose to ignore it doesn't mean it didn't happen. Ted had this won and then they pulled out all the stops to prevent it by putting it completely out of reach now.


Ted's in pain but he has no time to think about that, Michaels is out, this is his chance, has to take it. Ted pulls the ladders off and out from under Shawn then stands it up before pulling the two ends outward as he stands in the middle of the ring.




The ladder is placed now, but the contract is still too high for him to reach. He knows that but he can't sit stand around doing nothing, so he starts to climb the ladder anyways.

Jim Ross: It's still too high, what's he doing?!

King: I don't even think he knows at this point!

Michael Cole: He wouldn't be stupid enough to....

Jim Ross: To what?


Ted's scaled the ladder, he's just a few rungs from the top of it and after taking a few seconds he pushes himself to finish climbing and now finds himself in the same position he was in earlier. But this time he knows he can't just stand there looking at it, he's gotta do something, ANYTHING at this point. He takes a deep breath, the fans are all standing, wondering what he's about to try, and wondering if it'll be successful. Ted places his hands on the top of the ladder, then starts to raise his leg up, is he going to try to stand up on the very top of the ladder and jump for it?! He's trying his damnedest to stable himself but the ladder seems to be a bit more wobbly than he would've liked.

King: Is he?!

Jim Ross: No! Don't do it Ted! It's too risky! What if you miss!

Michael Cole: He's stupid enough to try and jump up from the top of the ladder, JUST to get his hands on that briefcase?! You can't be serious!


He's willing to risk it all, he starts to place his first leg up on top of the ladder, he's going slowly though, he knows what he's doing can wrong very fast and the ladder shaking isn't helping him do this any faster. Ted's head looks up at the hanging case, then with a deep breath taken his first foot is planted on the ladder, but suddenly the fans start screaming, not excitedly but as a warning! Shawn's up, he places both hands on the ladder and it starts to tip! Ted's life flashes before his eyes as he quickly pulls his foot off the ladder then braces for impact as he falls all the way to the outside with with the ladder coming with him as he lands in front of the announce table!



Jim Ross: OH MY GOD!! He just landed right in front of us!

King: He missed us by that much!

Michael Cole: This is it! Michaels has it, grab the other ladder and set it up Shawn! This is it! Ted DiBiase's final moment in XWL is now!

Jim Ross: Is he moving? He hasn't moved a single muscle since that horrible crash landing!

King: This isn't good!

Jim Ross: It doesn't look good, King.

Michael Cole: Good? It's great! We'll finally be rid of this degenerate loser once and for all!

Jim Ross: He's lying right in front of us, Cole! Show some damn respect will you!


The entire arena is in complete disbelief, Ted was ready to take the ultimate leap just to get his hands on that contract, but before he could Shawn tipped it and now Ted's laying there motionless, his shoulder under his body, it broke his fall and there's gotta be some damage there, but the fact that he's yet to move concerns the fans the most. Shawn just sits on us knee smugly chuckling as he looks at the spot where Ted just flew over. He's exhausted though, it took a lot out of him just to get to his feet and push the ladder in time, but he's done that now and he's in full control. All he has to do is find the strength to stand back up, grab that ladder just inches from him, and claim what Ted hoped would be his prize when all was said and done. HBK stammers to his feet though, almost falling down a few times but he's up, and in better condition than the man outside the ring that's for sure. He bends down grabbing hold of the ladder, again almost falling down but stopping himself before he could, he knows he's spent, but he's gotta push through this or else he'll give Ted time to recover and giving a man like Ted any extra time at all could prove to be a match changing mistake. He places the ladder down, extending it out before pushing down on the hinges locking it into place right in the middle of the ring.

Jim Ross: Do something Ted, it's about to be all over! Do something son!

Michael Cole: He is, he's giving up! What he should have done a long time ago, this is just a war he will not win no matter what he does, and it's time he accepts that.

King: Accepts being screwed? What kind of message does that send?

Michael Cole: How has he been screwed? He's lost, twice in fact, and it''s about to be three times. You know the saying, three strikes and YOU'RE OUT!

Jim Ross: I don't find that to be the least bit humorous, Cole. This is a man's life at stake, his very well being, and they've shown nothing but cruelty! Interfering is one thing, but raising the briefcase up just as he's about to pull it down? That's when things have gone entirely too far and that's when you've got to stop making excuses for them. There is no reason to behave like this, if you don't like the man that's one thing, but this is just a sick game to these people!


A barrage boos from these glowingly pissed fans meet Shawn as he starts to climb the ladder, slowly he takes a step, he's hurting, he's tired, but he knows this is it. He knows it's his match and he's abut to prove why. He gets further and further up the ladder, but then he realizes the briefcase is still raised up beyond the reach of anyone. He then yells out "Vickie! Lower it! I'm right here! Lower it Vickie!" the boos get even louder, this blatant screw job is just too much for the fans to take. "Lower it Vickie! It's too high!" Shawn barks out the orders and just a second later the cable starts to lower, the case getting closer and closer within Shawn's grasp! He steps up one more rung, reaches out his hands, the case gets lower and lower, his fingers tips are now touching the bottom of the case...it lowers some more, his hand just inches from the handle....it continues to lower until it's right there, ripe for the taking! He grabs hold of the clasp holding the case, starts to push on it opening it up....the fans are losing it, this can't be it! This can't be the end! This can't be how this story ends! He moves his other hand closer to the case, almost able to grab hold of the handle......but just as he does a flying chair from out of no where bops him right in the back of his head throwing him for a loop and almost causing him to fall! He slumps against the ladder, not sure what the hell just happened or where he even is right now!

Michael Cole: What the! No way! How in the hell!

The jaws of every single person in the arena drop and the cameras quickly cut over to the direction the chair came from, and there he is! Barely standing, favoring his shoulder, and breathing heavily Ted DiBiase stands in front of the announce table, he's not going down without swinging and the fans erupt into an unbelievably loud frenzy upon realization of what just happened and the fact that Ted's not out of this just yet!

Michael Cole: Will you just die already! What does it take to keep this punk down?!

Jim Ross: It happened right in front of me and I still can't believe it! Talk about having good aim, if he was just a second later it would've all been over!

King: How in the world is he standing?!

Ted knows he's gotta act fast, he's hurting but he knows it's now or never! He runs into the ring, Shawn's still dazed leaving him in perfect position for Ted pull him off the ladder by his legs and hoist him onto his shoulders! The fans are going ballistic, is he gonna do it?! Is it possible?! Michaels is helpless as he's on top of Ted like they were going to play a game of chicken but this isn't a game it's his last chance and he takes it! He starts to fall back, staggering, but he has to keep hold of him and he does! Ted then teeters back against the ropes before releasing Shawn and sending him toppling over the ropes in one horrific sight right onto the ladder that Shawn tipped just minutes ago!

Jim Ross: Michaels is down! Good heavens what what a brutal move by Ted DiBiase! That's one way to get him off that ladder and out of the ring! An Electric Chair to the outside, what innovation!

Michael Cole: Noooooooooooooo!!!!

King: Yes!!!! Would you listen to the sound of these fans?! The entire roof is about to blow off the building!

Michael Cole: Get up Shawn! Get up!!!

Ted bounces off the ropes after launching Shawn for a ride like he's never experienced before then grabs hold of the ladder and begins to climb! The contract is right there, it's no longer out of his grasp and he climbs like he's never climbed before! He fights with every nagging injury he's accumulated over this entire match to keep scaling the ladder until he's right there! He's at the top, the fans are on their feet looking on as they scream with pure excitement, it's happening! He's about to do it, the long struggle is finally over! Ted lifts his right arm up grabbing a hold of the brass ring! He uses the same hand to push open the clasp in his grip but it starts to go up again!

Jim Ross: No! Not again! Dammit no!

Michael Cole: Yes!!!! He's not gonna win! I told you all he wouldn't do it!

Ted's eyes bulge out of their sockets and his breathing increases rapidly, his hand is slowly slipping away from the ring and he's not about to let it happen again! He grips it for dear life then grabs hold of it with the other hand and starts to be pulled up in the air with it!

King: Oh my god!!!

Michael Cole: Is this man suicidal?! What kind of idiot does this!

Jim Ross: In all my years... I've never seen such a desire to win! Go for it Ted, don't let them take it from you again!

His feet kick as he struggles to keep hold of the ring, the ladder then falls to the mat and Ted's left suspended in the air just holding onto the clasp, and the briefcase is right there! But he keeps going up by the second, how can he retrieve the case if he's hanging that high in the air! Every single fan is on their feet, the emotion is high, Ted's grip is slipping away, he's relied on the strength of one arm to keep him up there as he lets go with the other hand, reaches for the handle of the case trying to do this all while not falling to his doom!

Jim Ross: I can't believe what we're seeing! This man really wants that contract!

King: If he slips up he's a goner!

Michael Cole: Fall! Fall! Fall! Please for the love of god fall!!!



Shawn's still out, he's not moving, Ted's losing his hold, his fingers are slipping....his hand finally clutches the handle of the case, and he pulls it off! He's done it! He's gotten the case off of the hook! He's won! The fans let loose an excited scream Ted's hand then slips off the hook and he takes a nasty fall to the mat! He's exhausted, completely beat, but the only thing that matters right now is that the briefcase is right there, in his hands, with the contract he's been fighting for this entire time inside of it!

Jim Ross: Good god almighty, bah gawd, I can't believe it! He's won! Ted's finally won his contract!

King: I knew he wanted it, but I don't think anyone realized just what he was willing to do just to pull the case down! Way to go Ted, you did it!

Michael Cole: Why wouldn't he just stay down! What kind of idiot tries to retrieve the hanging case while hanging from the thing it's hanging from?! He's gotta be absolutely mad to even try such a thing! Fit him for a straight jacket don't give him a contract!

Jim Ross: Try he did, and because of it's Ted DiBiase's struggles are finally over! He's won, they tried to screw him but he fought with everything he had to pull it off!

King: I can't get over him going up with the case! Talk about guts, talk about determination, talk about an act of a truly relentless individual!

Michael Cole: Relentless? How about borderline psychotic!

The fans let loose as Ted lies on the mat, the case beside him and still in his hand after that unbelievable drop down to the mat. He gave it all he had, risked it all by taking that final leap of faith and managed to do what Vickie and Shawn have tried to prevent for months! He's gotten his job back, Ted DiBiase is officially an XWL superstar again!

{Lillian Garcia} Here is your winner, and newest addition to the XWL roster, Ted DiBiase!!!


As Lillian's announcement echos, the fans cheers manage to somehow get even louder! They've been along for the ride of his entire struggle, from the moment he was fired to the moment he came back, to every match he was screwed in, to every time security escorted him out of the building at the orders of Vickie Guerrero. He's fought through it all and now he's able to call himself an XWL superstar again!

Jim Ross: This is a real feel good moment folks, Ted's been fighting for many months to make this all possible, and while he's gotta be in a great deal of pain, he's also gotta feel the best he's felt in a long time!

King: A lot of people say how much this business means to them, but Ted's performance truly solidified his love for this business.

Michael Cole: He can't be back! He was fired! Why does he get to win one match and undo it all?! Why?! Why!

King: Cole I'm not even going to explain it to you because this isn't your moment or time for silly logic that doesn't make sense, it's Ted's time, and he's earned it. It's his celebration, and he's owed at least that much after everything that's gone down.


Ted slowly starts to sit up as he shows visible signs of being in a great deal of pain. But as his eyes linger down to the case beside him, he knows it was all worth it. Refusing to stay down, refusing to let them screw him again, his will to win was stronger than it's ever been, it was do or die and he willing to see that phrase through to the very end. After staring at the case as if he's just won the World Heavyweight Championship again, he looks around at the applauding fans, and flashes the smile that hasn't been seen since the night he was fired.

Jim Ross: After seeing how emotionally upset Ted's been over the last couple of months, seeing him smile again really sets things into perspective. You don't know what you have, until it's gone, and you're being screwed out of it.

He's back, and his anger, his frustrations, they're now a thing of the past, but his journey is something he'll never forget. Ted grabs onto the ropes near him and starts to pull himself up using them as support as he can barely stand after all he's been put through in the match that just finished. But he lets go of them then favors his arm before raises the case up in the air to another large reception from the audience. "It's over!" he shouts to the rooftops in an excited yet exhausted tone. "It's finally over!" he continues to shout out to the fans with a bright smile on his face and with the fans chanting his name we start to slowly fade out to that very sight, and to a video package for Chris Jericho.

There’s a major pop as MVP’s theme hits and the Ballin’ Superstars races onto the stage and poses for the people seated on either side of the arena before he finally begins to make his way down the ramp. Mid-way down, MVP stops, slaps the ramp with both hands and then throws out his arms as pyro explodes on the stage behind him. MVP slaps a couple of hi-fives as he walks around the ring to wear the time keeper is and grabs a microphone before climbing into the ring.



Montel Vontavious Porter
M.V.P.
MVP is standing in the ring and that can only mean one thing: big things poppin’, little things stoppin’. As far as I’m concerned, up until now this pay per view has been.. eh, but now that I’ve finally made my way out here the show can now officially begin. And what you’ve all spent your hard earned money to come here and watch live is Carlito get his afro’d ass beat up and down this arena, and outside of it too, in a street fight. Now as you all can clearly see: I’m here, I’m ready for a fight, but wouldn’t you know it, Carlito is nowhere to be found!

The fans begin to chant MVP’s name as he stands tall in the ring in the face of Carltio’s apparent cowardice.



Montel Vontavious Porter
M.V.P.
I find it pretty funny that after all the weeks of him trash talking and doing whatever he could to get under my skin that when it was finally time for him to put up or shut up he doesn’t even show up. I guess this just goes to show that we’re not the same kind of men; I earn the money I make because I’m the only true superstar employed by this company, so it’s only fair that I get paid like one. While Carlito on the other hand gets what he makes because he’s nothing special. He never has been and he never will be, and I’m glad he finally figured that out instead of thinking that he could ride my coattails to success. So I’d like to thank my good friend Carlito for wasting my valuable time, and I promise you all that come Final Stand I will be doing something much more productive as I…






As Carlito’s theme hits the titantron shows Carlito making his way to the ramp with an unknown companion.



Both of these superstars make their way down the ramp and enter the ring. Carlito stares down MVP and signals for him to move over so he can stand in the center of the ring.

{Carlito}
Let me just get one thing straight. I know you are all sat wondering who this is I have brought with me but I will get to that when we need to. But first. MVP, you accepted my match request for tonight and then call me the coward? Well this coward is prepared to beat your sorry ass. But one thing I think you have mistaken is the fact that you think that this match will be a street fight? Seriously? I’m no thug MVP. I wasn’t brought up in the back streets of a drug filled city like yourself, I don’t require weapons or withdrawn rules in order to get a win.

{Carlito}
No, as I have proved on 5 separate occasions since my appearance here in XWL. I win using my god given talent. Being the best. So I don’t need any assistance in order to shut your loud mouth up. So tonight I’am officially coming out here to say that the match between us two is officially cancelled unless you listen up right now. Because I’m not willing to fight on your terms I don’t work like that. We do things my way and on my terms. I wrestle. Not fight. Fighting takes no skill it’s based on luck and who can land the lucky blow, or who can reach out and grab the weapon the quickest. It requires the one thing that oozes through my veins and the sole reason your reluctant to wrestle me in a normal match up. Skill.



{Carlito}
Well actually, I knew that coming out here would give me a change of heart. You see, this here is my good friend Torrie Wilson is here with me. She’s hot right?

Torrie gives a big smiles and a twirl which receives a pop from the audience.

{Carlito}
Well you see. I’ve known Torrie for a long time and she has tried ever so hard to become an XWL diva as of late so I promised to take her under my wing and help her be the best. But what i’m about to announce will not only be a surprise to everybody here but also to you Torrie.

{Torrie Wilson}
Oh ok. What is you mean Carlito?



{Carlito}
I mean. If tonight you don’t change this match up MVP to a normal 1 vs 1 I will be taking Torrie Wilson I will hit her with a backstabber right here and now in this very ring! And do not think I’am bluffing!

Carlito now grabs Torrie in a headlock as he stares down MVP.

{Carlito}
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
I swear to god I will but her into hospital now because I’am a man who will do anything it takes to get what I want and if that means hurting this young lady then I will do it without question.



Montel Vontavious Porter
M.V.P.
Looks like you’ve been taking some pointers from Christian and just like him you’re going to get shown up and put down. So how about you put the lady down so we can get started with our match?

MVP takes a step towards Carlito who puts more pressure on the hold and Torrie’s screams of pain halts MVP in his tracks.

Montel Vontavious Porter
M.V.P.
You know what, have it your way since you’re so desperate to do things on your terms. In fact, this makes things much more better for me because now when you lose you’ll have absolutely no excuse and I can go about my life without having to worry about you begging me for a rematch. This whole situation just shows how pathetic you are when you have to put your hands on a woman to get what you want. She’s lucky that I’m a man of class, character and charisma because I could have let you hurt her just so she wouldn’t get in my way when I start to hurt you. So let’s try this again, Carltio. Put the lady down so we can have our match.

Carlito pushes Torrie Wilson to the ground where MVP attends to her to make sure she is ok before helping her to her feet. By this point Carlito is walking back up the ramp trash talking MVP as he eye balls him from inside the ring with his arm around a distressed looking Torrie.

*The view switches to the backstage area where an ice pack is shown covering the knee of a female. An arm moves the ice pack downwards, to reveal a heavily bruised knee.*



*The camera pans upwards to reveal the leg belongs to none other than "The Glamazon" Beth Phoenix. An out-of-view interviewer begins to question her.*

[Interviewer]
Beth Phoenix... tonight you face off against Layla in a submission match. The XWL Universe wants to know... after what happened last week... what is your condition?

*Beth's face fills with rage and she angrily snaps at the interviewer.*



[Beth Phoenix]
What is my condition?!? What are you, stupid? Look at it! I can hardly walk after what that bitch did to me last week! I shouldn't even be here right now!

*Beth realizes she stepped over the line and calms herself. She puts a hand on her forehead and begins to apologize.*



[Beth Phoenix]
I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I know you're only doing your job and the fans are concerned about me. But if you must know, I'm not cleared to compete tonight... the doctors say it should be at least a few more weeks before I'm able to even start thinking about wrestling again. I'm on heavy pain medication as my knee is mangled beyond belief, and all of the muscles surrounding it have been severely damaged.

[Interviewer]
That's terrible. Everyone here at XWL feels for you Beth. We look forward to seeing you return... I can only imagine what Layla will say about this... she's already walking around saying she's ended your career. When she knows the extent of your injuries and that she's winning the match by forfeit, she'll-



[Beth Phoenix]
Oh I wouldn't worry about that. Because she's NOT going to win tonight.

*Beth flashes a brief smirk.*

[Interviewer]
Wait... what?



[Beth Phoenix]
Even in this condition, I'm still better than Layla, and I still have what it takes to make her scream in pain and tap out. I'm going out there tonight, bad leg and all, and I'm going to win that match - Just like I've been saying I will. Let's see Layla try and brag about anything after she loses to a one-legged woman here tonight.

*Beth has an intense fire burning in her eyes as she stares into the camera purposefully as the screen fades to black for the next segment.*

The XWL cameras head backstage where Josh Matthews is standing by.



[Josh Matthews]: Ladies and Gentlemen, standing by with me at this time, the man who just successfully defended his title against Captain Charisma, Christian, he is the current reigning Intercontinental Champion, John Morrison. First off, I'd like to congratulate you on a successful defense tonight. Can I get some thoughts on that match?

John, still visibly fatigued from the match with Christian, replies after some panting.

[John Morrison]: Thank Josh, obviously, I still a bit hurt from the match up but I'll make sure to give you a good interview. Tonight. . . tonight was a night I was looking forward ever since last week and how could that be? I've known for the longest that Christian wanted a title shot, that constant nagging, his motto "ONE MORE MATCH", and when he said he would do anything to get that title shot. I did believe him when he said he would do anything but to what extent was anything? I sat back and wondered how exactly was Christian going to get this title shot that he desperately wanted and needed, and just last week, I saw what he meant. I was intent on denying him a shot at my title and then it happened. He stooped so low, as a man, it's our duty to protect and stand by women, but Christian, he did the exact opposite.

[John Morrison]: He kidnapped my girlfriend, Melina, when I least expected it. He blindsided me and the fact that I agreed to the match and he STILL went against his word of harming her really beat me up inside. The fact that I was honest and promised him a title shot, yet he plays hide and seek with me and then assaults her still angers me to this day. Tonight, I had everything to prove and like I said earlier, this wasn't just my fight, I fought for my fans and I fought for Melina and indeed I was successful at it. I walked out of the match still Intercontinental Champion and I stand before you proud to still be the Intercontinental Champion.

[Josh Matthews]: Where you ever scared that you would lose this title somehow?



[John Morrison]: To be quiet honest Josh, I'm not scared to admit that I had a little bit of doubt that I'd be the one leaving the ring without the title. It wasn't Christian who scared me, it was the fact that I had all this emotion built up inside, I didn't want it to overwhelm me to the point where Christian could capitlize. But Josh, you know what really gets to me. . .Earlier Christian, he gave an interview and he claimed that he's above this title, that is was all just a game. It such a shame that a man like Christian has an excuse for every lose. As long as I'm champion, this title will never be for the minor leagues.



[Josh Matthews]: So John, what's next for you?

[John Morrison]: I don't know what to tell you Josh, only the future knows what's in store for me. What I do know is that John Morrison, heads into the biggest show of them all, Final Stand, the fifth anniversary, as your XWL Intercontinental Champion. I get to go out there and defend my title on the grandest stage of all. Who I will defend my title against is a complete mystery but I'm sure whoever it is, I'll be sure to put on the greatest possible match I can. 42 days, 6 weeks, to prepare for Final Stand, because I'm sure everyone will be on their A-game.

[Josh Matthews]: Indeed, everyone will be on their best. Besides your inevitable title defense, there's the Mr. Money In the Bank match? Any interest in that?



[John Morrison]: Of course Josh, I'm interested in it. Mr. Money In the Bank could do a lot for my career. An opportunity to cash-in at anytime, anywhere on the World Champion, just think about Josh. If I successfully defend my title at Final Stand and then win the Money In The Bank Ladder Match, I could cash-in and at the end of the night, I could be the XWL Intercontinental and XWL World Heavyweight Champions. A man can dream Josh, can't he? But Josh, we'll continue this conversation at a later date, I've got to go see Melina. It was nice talking to you.

With that, John Morrison walks up to the camera and says "I'm still Intercontinental Champion, baby!" and walks off the camera. We then head to a video package of the lovely Layla.

*The cameras shift to the locker room area where #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship Chris Jericho is shown preparing for his matchup.*



*Jericho notices the camera and turns to meet it.*



[Interviewer]
Chris Jericho, tonight you compete in the main event against your arch-nemesis Triple H in a rematch from X-Treme Xmas for the World Heavyweight Championship. Last time around, Triple H walked out as the victor in an evenly contested matchup. Ever since that night, many have argued that you've gotten inside the head of The Game like nobody has before. You've hospitalized one his best friends and mentor, Ric Flair, in a brutal assault a few weeks ago... you've won the war of words on more than one occasion, and then last week you slapped the World Champion right in the face not once, but twice! Through all of this, Triple H has been unable to do anything in retaliation due to your ongoing legal bindings holding him back. But tonight, the shackles come off and Triple H will be set loose without fear of being put back in jail. Are you at all concerned that you've pushed him too far and that tonight you've set yourself up for one heck of a beating?



[Chris Jericho]
Concerned? No I'm not concerned. As a matter of fact, I'm more confident than I've ever been. When Triple H appeared on The Highlight Reel last week, I saw the doubt in his eyes. I saw his lack of confidence. I know that I'm inside his head and that he's rattled. He's lost his focus, and tonight I'll capitalize on that by regaining what is rightfully mine and once again becoming the World Heavyweight Champion.

[Interviewer]
Speaking of The Highlight Reel, Triple H destroyed the entire set last week...



[Chris Jericho]
It's not a big deal. It's not like I'm short of cash so I can just replace it. Unfortunately for Triple H, he can't do the same with Ric Flair. I hear he's still laid up in a hospital bed showing no signs of improvement... it's such a shame...

*Jericho's jacket randomly lights up.*

[Interviewer]
Thanks for taking a moment of your time to speak to us Chris. We know you're extremely busy and have a match to prepare for.



[Chris Jericho]
I'm already prepared. I've been prepared for this match since X-Treme Xmas when I was injustly robbed of my chance to become the Undisputed Champion. Tonight, I put things right. Tonight the Era Of Chris Jericho resumes. I've said this before and I'll say it again. When I regain the World Heavyweight Championship tonight, XWL will never... ever... be the same...

*Jericho leans over so the light from his jacket shines on his face in an eerie way. A strange expression comes over his face and he grins.*



[Chris Jericho]
again...

*The screen fades to black to begin the next segment.*

The XWL universe goes crazy as MVP’s theme hits as he steps out onto the ramp and does his signature pose as the fireworks blast behind him. He walks towards the fans on the front row giving them high 5’s as he looks fired up for his match with Carlito. He then turns around halfway down the ramp and points to the curtain as Torrie Wilson walks out and gives a million dollar smile and a twirl to the delight of the fans.

MVP then makes his way into the ring with his beautiful companion, kisses her hand and holds the rope open for her to enter the ring. He then steps inside himself and bounces off the ropes a few times before letting out a cheer mimicked by the audience as he stands and poses on the top rope.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler.
Well here we are ladies and gents, MVP one on one with Carlito! Personally I’m looking forward to MVP putting Carlito in his place after what he displayed earlier tonight. No man should ever lay hands on a woman as beautiful as Torrie Wilson.

Michael Cole
Shut up King Carlito did what he had to do to get what he wanted and for that I have the uttermost respect for him.

Jim Ross
Well personally I’m finally looking forward to these two men settling their differences the only way we here in XWL know how to. And thats inside this very ring one on one and may the best man win.





With a cocky smirk on his face Carlito walks down the ramp in a Hawaiian shirt carrying an apple as the audience immediately boo and jeer at Carlito following his desperate and unnecessary actions early in the night. He walks down the ramp removes his shirt and places it next to the steel steps where he slowly places his apple on top. Through entering from the curtain and now in the ring MVP hasn’t once stopped eyeballing Carlito. Carlito slowly circles MVP inside the ring as these two superstars have been looking to lay their hands on each other for a long time now.



Jim Ross
Well here we go, the time is finally here and let’s get this match underway!

Just before the bell goes MVP gives Torrie a kiss on the cheek as she exits the ring and looks to be in his corner for this match. MVP and Carlito circle each other neither seem to be looking away and both look as fired up as each other which could lead to an interesting result. The bell rings and it looks as if MVP is wasting little time as he runs directly at Carlito and hits him with a clothesline catching him by surprise dropping him onto his back. Quickly onto his feet Carlito is greeted nicely with constant right hands which back him up into the far corner and as MVP seems to be letting off a lot of built up steam the referee begins to count and MVP stops leaving Carlito sat in the corner with the audience cheering wildly. Carlito looking slightly dazed gets back to his feet and as MVP returns looking to continue the onslaught Carlito cleverly leans underneath the top rope and waits for MVP to back away. As he does so he leaves his back to Carlito who looks to take advantage with a leg chop knocking down MVP and on his feet Carlito begins to stomp going crazy on his opponent.

Being pulled away Carlito waits for MVP to stand up and irsh whips him against the rope and looking to land a clothesline MVP ducks underneath the attack and returns with flying forearm. As Carlito is grounded MVP digs he knee into the spine of Carlito pulling back his head from underneath his chin. In clear pain Carlito is sat in the middle of the ring with little answers to the wrestling class on show from his opponent so far.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
MVP is showing Carlito true wrestling skill so far in this match. He had the nerve to come out here and say he didn’t want to fight he wanted to wrestle, and so far MVP has being giving him a lesson in just that!

Michael Cole
Stop being such a kiss-ass King. The match is still early and if you don’t remember the cheap shot at the start of the match by MVP is whats probably given him this upper hand so far. So just you wait I know Carlito has it in him to get the job done today.

Jim Ross
I think what we have also forgotten here is that Carlito has faced two losses in his past two matches. Even though holding a five straight winning streak, a loss here tonight could make it three consecutive losses.

Carlito showing good spirit finally seems to have used his upper body strength pulling MVP forward just enough in order to execute a turn leaving him face to face with his opponent and showing great wrestling ability he quickly jumps to his feet taking MVP with him and hits a huge belly to belly suplex. Carlito takes this time to roll out of the ring and take a breather. It also looks as though he has another thing on his mind as he begins to walk towards a frightened Torrie Wilson who runs around the ring calling for MVP’s help. Seeing that his new manager may be in trouble here MVP slides out of the ring stopping Carlito in his tracks only to be met with an inch perfect dropkick landing on the jaw of MVP. With a smirk on his face Carlito on one knee looks menacingly over MVP. He makes his way to his feet slapping MVP on the back of the head in a disrespectful manor before sending him face first into the ring post. The referee’s count now seems to of reached 7, so rolling in and the back out Carlito ignores the officials orders to bring the match back inside as he lifts MVP to his feet and sets up a neckbreaker only to be interrupted by Torrie who seems to be too close for comfort for Carlito who turns his attention back to her allowing MVP to take this opening pushing him in the back chest first into the audience barricade.

Michael Cole
This is an outrage! How can she possibly be allowed to interrupt the flow of this match. Ref! Have her sent back into the locker room immediately.

MVP checks on Torrie with appreciation from the crowd as he throws Carlito back into the ring. He looks for the quick cover.
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MVP pulls his opponent to his feet who retaliates with a kick to the gut and turns running towards the ropes, jumps off the second one and lands an impressive back elbow into the face of MVP driving him forcefully into the mat. Now he takes the time to cover.

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Carlito now pulls MVP to his feet where he begins pointing at him trash talking him and then slaps him hard across the face, MVP is soon to return the favour landing an even harder slap to Carlito before following it up with lefts and rights to the joy of the audience but that is soon put to an end when Carlito ducks underneath one catching his arm and turning it into an impressive swinging neckbreaker. Both men seem to be tiring now at this point in the match but nothing that looks to effect the way it is going just yet. On his feet Carlito then drops a huge leg drop across the throat of his opponent leaving him gasping for air as again Carlito looks directly into the camera with a smirk across his cocky face. Once again lifting MVP to his feet he pushed him backwards sending him onto the ropes where Carlito follows up with a clothesline sending him tumbling backwards out of the ring.

As Torrie seems to attend to MVP Carlito runs onto the opposing ropes and comes running full steam as he leaps over the top rope landing a cross body to both MVP and Torrie. Looking impressed with his work Carlito begins to laugh to himself as he slowly steps back into the ring where outside an in pain MVP rolls over to ensure that Torrie is ok without regards to his own body for the moment.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
Now come on, that is ridiculous! Somebody lock this man up he has just assaulted this woman!

MVP slowly gets up before again checking on Torrie who assures him that shes fine before rolling back into the ring on the referee’s 8 count. Carlito unsportsman like doesn’t allow MVP to his feet as he stomps away but a determined MVP fights this off as he does get to his feet hits a clothesline. And another. And another. Fired up MVP hits his signature knee to the face of Carlito who now lies on the mat as MVP poses to the delight of the spectators and looks to be ‘ballin’.



MVP backs up on the ropes and does his signature basketball action and calls out ‘BALLIN!’ but as he drops the elbow Carlito rolls out of the ring and leaves MVP empty. MVP is quickly up and looks like he doesn’t like these games that Carlito is playing and signals him back into the ring. Ignoring this Carlito steps onto the apron ducking the attempt of a right forearm smash from MVP and shows great athletic ability as MVP steps backwards Carlito jumps onto the top rope and leaps towards MVP who shows great awareness as he delivers a devastating big right boot to the chin of Carlito who could well out cold right now. MVP covers,
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MVP gasps as Carlito kicked out as he thought he had the match then along with the thousands in attendance. A very dazed looking Carlito is lifted up and pushed against the rope and when returning back to MVP he grabs Carlito’s left leg and executes a perfect fisherman suplex into a cover.



Jim Ross
I have to admit this match has be a very equal bout in terms of ability which I have to say both men have stepped up to the plate showing just what they have to offer in terms of in ring talent and if Carlito kicks out of this I can honestly say I don’t know which way this match is going to go.

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Carlito again kicks out and MVP looks as though he can’t find the answer to put away Carlito. MVP blows a kiss to Torrie who’s smile gleams out for everyone to see on the titantron but this split second lapse of concentration allows Carlito to roll out the way of MVP who when turns back around finds Carlito charging towards him hitting a crossbody. With both men down the referee reaches a count of 6 before both men are on their feet and we see Carlito leap behind MVP and places his hands on his shoulders looking to hit the BACKSTABBER.

NO!

MVP holds onto the ropes leaving Carlito empty handed as he smiles to his fans. Carlito still doesn’t leave it there as he rolls MVP up with a hand full of tights!
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I huge sigh of relief echo’s around as Carlito pulls his hair as he looks on in shock. Carlito covers MVP again.

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Carlito now looks to be getting frustrated and stomps on the face of MVP a few times before standing on the second rope with his back to the grounded MVP and hits a perfect moonsault but as this lands the impact allows MVP to capitalize as he ends up rolling over and being the one on top looking to cover Carlito.

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Carlito and MVP both stand up with the help of the ropes both staring each other down showing great signs of anger and pure hatred. They lock up with MVP showing the upper hand in the strength department but a quick kick to the right knee of MVP soon leaves Carlito with the upperhand who spits in MVP’s face before quickly rolling outside the ring followed shortly by MVP who chases Carlito who grabs Torrie and puts her in front of him. As MVP slows down Carlito pushes her into MVP as he catches her and assures her that he will take care of Carlito but as he looks up Carlito has jumped onto the apron jumps off the second rope landing an incredible dropkick sending MVP into the announcers table with Torrie being lucky to avoid the impact.

Michael Cole
Now that was impressive! What an athlete Carlito is. He has this match in the bag! I don’t think any superstar in the locker room would be able to answer to a manoeuvre like that never mind MVP!

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
I’m not going to deny that the move was impressive. But that thug Carlito shouldn’t keep coming out here and laying his dirty hands on that beautiful lady in order to switch MVP’s attention.

Carlito stares down Torrie who scurries out of the way and Carlito lifts up MVP smashing his skull into the announcer table leaving him lifeless on the ground. Carlito removes the cover off the table and lays MVP on it as the audience begin to shout at him to stop. Screams can be heard echoing around the arena as Carlito pulls MVP to his feet but surprisingly shows some fight in him as he fights off Carlito’s grip and knee’s him in the stomach looking to of winded his opponent. Taking full advantage of his opportunity MVP sets it up and hits it!

THE PLAYMAKER THROUGH THE ANNOUCER TABLE!

The crashing of both these men through the announcer table can be heard and even spectators can be seen to squirm at sound and witnessing such impact. Torrie hurrys over and helps MVP to his feet whos limps into the ring at the count of 7 rolling back out to break up the count to 10. As Carlito hasn’t even flinched MVP has to drag his carcass of a body to the bottom of the ring where he struggles to lift him into the ring. MVP covers the outer leg and surely looking to win the match now as Carlito looks to be out cold the ref slides down and counts.
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Torrie grabs Carlito’s leg and places it on the ropes as a gasp is let out around the arena wondering what the hell is going on here. The ref see’s Carlito’s leg on the rope and stops the count. MVP unaware of what happened holds his head in his hands as he surely has nothing more to give and still can’t seem to put away Carlito.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
What the hell! Torrie what are you doing! This man threatened you and you save him! Are you crazy!

Jim Ross
I think theres something we don’t know about going on here King, and quite frankly I don’t think I like it.

Michael Cole
Yeah your right JR. Torrie has seen sense that Carlito is the better man here!

Jim Ross
Well if it wasn’t for the mysterious actions of this Torrie Wilson Cole Carlito would of lost the match because he was most defiantly knocked out cold right there.

MVP gets to his feet lifting Carlito up also. MVP then throws Carlito against the ropes and hits a huge hip toss as he looks fired up. MVP again poses to the delight of the crowd who know whats coming and he steps back, bounces off the ropes and performs the basketball shot before dropping a hard elbow into the rib cage of Carlito. Letting out a groan of pain as MVP signals Carlito to get up he again rolls out looking for a breather. This time not waiting MVP is quickly on his tail as also rolls outside the ring but as he does he ends up with a face full of apple as Carlito spits the apple his placed on his shirt earlier into the face of MVP. And as Torrie stands on the apron the referee quickly turns his attention to her and Carlito then grabs his shirt and suffocates MVP for a good 3 seconds before tossing him back into the ring. The audience have now come to believe that maybe Torrie is working with Carlito not MVP as she menacingly smiles to the camera and winks with an unknowing MVP lay lifeless in the centre of the ring. But instead of covering MVP Carlito waits for him to stand and as a groggy MVP is to his feet facing Carlito, Carlito spins him around and hits a BACKSTABBER!

This has to be the end now as Carlito covers MVP.

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Michael Cole
HOW! HOW DID HE KICK OUT! THIS SHOULD BE OVER!

Jim Ross
Because he’s showing great heart and spirit Cole thats why.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
And so he deserves too! This Torrie Wilson has crossed MVP and he is totally unaware of her actions! She’s been working with Carlito all along and I’m being to believe that this little show we all saw earlier with Carlito asking for a normal match up and grabbing Torrie was all part of an act! A disgusting one at that as well!

As MVP kicks out Carlito looks towards Torrie and nods and she does the same. With this being said Carlito rolls MVP out of the ring where Torrie aids to him to make sure he is ok and strokes his face until he looks as though he is back to normal and stands to his feet and thanks Torrie for helping him. Carlito then shouts at the ref to hurry up his count because MVP is wasting time and in Carlito’s frustration the referee turns around and begins to tell Carlito to let him do his job or else. With the referee distracted by Carlito, Torrie signals for MVP to kiss her on the cheek and wishes him good luck. But just before he climbs onto the apron Torrie taps MVP on the shoulder and as he turns him around she kicks him with mighty power with a low blow! MVP’s face turns red quickly as he’s left gasping for air and eyes look as though they are going to pop out of his skull. Torrie rolls him into the ring where Carlito mocks MVP’s basketball shot and shouts out ‘BALLIN’ to the disgust of the audience who boo and chant ‘ YOU SUCK’ to both Carlito and Torrie as Carlito drops an elbow and covers MVP.

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[b] As the referee raises Carlito’s hand MVP rolls outside onto the floor where Torrie blows him a kiss and steps back into the ring and the kisses Carlito on the cheek and raises his other hand.

Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler
This is an outrage. I can’t even bare to watch what has happened right here.

Jim Ross
Well it looks as though Carlito has just won the match King. With a lot of help from Torrie Wilson that is, but he’s the winner and theres nothing we can do about it.

Michael Cole
Well he said he would win and he has! So you can all be quiet because I knew he could do it and the better man is the victorious one!

XWL fades out to a short advertisement with the image of Carlito and Torrie Wilson celebrating the victory in the centre of the ring as MVP looks on in such anger and disappointment in the way the match turned out.

Brock Lesnar’s theme hits the P.A and out comes Heyman and Brock with no time wasted. Both men appear on the stage as the crowd begin to boo but both men show no interest.



Brock begins to bounce on his toes for a few moments as Paul heads down the ramp and into the ring. Brock is more patient and slowly walks down, staring straight at the ring and ignoring fans around him. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp he jumps onto the apron and heads into the ring. Pacing around as Paul begins to speak



Paul Heyman
Myself and my client Brock Lesnar are out here tonight because we are appalled with how he has being treated by management recently. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Brock Lesnar is a monster and should not be having to put up with is. There are many companies that want Brock Lesnar and we turned down many good offers to stay here. Brock was even wanted back at UFC. We stayed here in the hopes that this kind of ignorance would stop but has it? No. Here we see the wrong kinds of people going for title shots constantly and where do either of us stand in this? I get attacked by a certain banned wrestler and my client here is left to just fight against the mediocre talent here. Hulk Hogan pays no attention to Brock and just throws together a match the night of the show. Brock tells me this is a slap in the face and he should not have to put up with this. Brock also tells me he could beat any man in this company and on Breakdown.



Paul Heyman
Now for those who clearly think we are all talk, where is The Rock tonight? Well we’ve been seeing him in the car parking lot with 5 policemen keeping guard. There is no chance Rock is getting in here tonight and that is all thanks to myself and Brock. You see The Rock thought he was a big deal but we had to show him that he just isn’t all he’s cracked up to be. There is always going to be someone better than you and over the last two weeks The Rock has learnt that he isn’t as good as he thinks he was and it is a good reason he’s trapped outside because if he were in this ring, your precious hero would be getting ripped to shreds by Brock. He wouldn’t hesitate in dropping him on his head right now in front of all The Rock’s people. You see earlier tonight I was interviewed by one of those pesty cameramen in the back and I said that Brock is an asskicker and he is here to hurt people.



Paul Heyman
Tonight we came here with the intention of making an impact one way or another. Tonight Brock wants to hurt somebody. We are going to see Brock hurt somebody because you see Brock is upset he didn’t make it onto the card. He actually came here expecting to have a match but like I previously said management fail to understand Brock’s talents and just allowed him the night off. Now normally he might have loved that but all he wanted to do was to kick somebody’s ass. Now we could have an open challenge now and bring out an opponent but it’s quite clear just looking at the physique of Brock that nobody would want to step in the ring with him. That would be like signing your own deathwish.



Paul Heyman
Now Rock we know you are not able to get into this arena tonight but we have been kind enough to send a camera down to where you are. We want you to apologise to the both of us right now, in front of your millions and millions of people. We don’t want any of the same crap you do usually because we just aren’t interested. Apologise right now for everything you’ve done and maybe we’ll consider not banning you from every pay per view this year. What do you say Rock?

The camera cuts outside to the parking lot where The Rock was being previously held but he is nowhere to be seen, all of the policemen are stood side by side lining up but the peoples champion isn't there...Back in the ring Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar are left looking confused as to where he could be but after a moment of two a loud roaring engine is heard! Suddenly the policemen all look worried and run to the sides, scattering as a police car zooms right up to the camera, the window rolls down and there he is, none other than The Rock!

The Rock:
You really shouldn't leave your keys lying around Perry Saturn!

Before any of the police can stop him he zooms past! The camera cuts into the ring where Paul Heyman and Brock look on anxious. Paul begins to scream at the top of his lungs...

Paul Heyman
SECURITY! SECURITY GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

Within 30 seconds the security floods from the stands and jumps over the barricade, standing between the stage and the perfect storm, Brock Lesnar. When all of a sudden...



Paul looks on terrified but Brock simply rips his shirt off and starts to jog on the spot, ready to do what no man does better, ready to fight. After a minute of anticipation the crowd are on their feet, screaming for a moment that seems like it's never gonna come, and then...










He's here! It's The Rock! The roof is blown off the building as The Rock begins to jog side to side on the stage shaking his arms, psyching himself up as Brock Lesnar does the same thing in the ring, these two giants are about to collide and the XWL Universe knows it! Without a moment to waste The Rock sprints down the ramp and bursts through the hoard of security guards! He slides into the ring as him and Brock start throwing punch for punch, each shot gaining a loud cheer and then a loud boo! The electricity is surging through the peoples champion and no one can stop him as he starts to get the upper hand, punching Lesnar up against the ropes! The Rock takes a few steps back and clotheslines Brock out of the ring!

The Rock is all fired up but here come the party crashers as the security guards slide in the ring on Heymans word and begin to grab The Rock but The Great One is having none of it as he tosses them aside and starts to unload on them! One by one, shot after shot The Rock is dropping Columbus security and the crowd are loving every second of it, after repeating the process a few times he has cleared the ring of all guards leaving him with none other than Paul Heyman!

The crowd absolutely explode into a frenzy of cheers and chants as Heyman squirms backwards into a corner but there's nowhere for him to go! The Rock grabs him by the ponytail and starts to shout in his face, trash talking the slimy manager but all of a sudden a loud chorus of boo's and jeers breaks the tension followed by the sickening sound of steel meeting flesh as Brock Lesnar damn near breaks a steel chair over The Rocks back! Time stops for what seems like an eternity as all of The Rocks momentum is shattered and he falls to the mat in a heap, Brock Lesnar drops the chair and Paul Heymans face develops a slow...sadistic smile...He looks at Brock and screams at him, "LIFT HIM UP! DESTROY HIM!"

Brock Lesnar doesn't smile, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't show any sign of human emotion...He just scoops The Rock up off of the floor and hoists him up onto his shoulders. In one insane swing he throws The Rock over his head and brings him crashing too the floor with a devastating F5! The three policemen from outside rush down the ramp and jump up on the apron but Heyman calls them off and shouts, "Let him lie there...Broken" With that, Heyman and Lesnar leave the ring and stroll up the ramp as Brocks theme begins to play, it took a dozen security guards, three policeman, a steel chair and a former world heavyweight champion of the fighting world, but The Rock is down and The Rock is hurt, badly. XWL's Uprising nears a close with The Peoples Champion in serious need of medical attention...

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As Layla's theme hits the speakers, the fans begin to boo very loudly as she pops up to her feet with a devious smirk on her face and the referee proceeds to raise her hand up in victory.

{Lillian Garcia}
Your winner, by submission, Layla!

{Michael Cole}
Layla wins! She made Beth Phoenix tap out!!

{JR}
That truly was a very intense match, neither wanted to tap out, but Beth was already fighting with an injury, and Layla exploited it every step of the way.

{King}
I'm amazed by how hard Beth fought, even with one leg she came so close so many times! It's as if her focus to win and inflict unimaginable pain on Layla was so strong that she was able to fight for as long as she did.

Not one person is happy with the outcome to this match, Beth wasn't even medically cleared, it was unfair on every level and Layla doesn't even seem phased that her victory isn't at all decisive. She may have made Beth Phoenix tap out, but a lot could speculate that if Beth were one hundred percent, Layla wouldn't have been so lucky. But she doesn't care about what the fans think, she's glowing from ear to ear, proud of herself for winning, and not at all remorseless when she looks down at Beth. She's clutching her knee trying to not show how badly it hurts, but her tough exterior isn't enough to hide what everyone can see. Beth's knee was targeted in every way possible, and if she hadn't tapped out, who knows how much worse it could have been.


{Michael Cole}
What a baby! Boo hoo, my knee hurts, owwwwww!! Some Glamazon she is...

{King}
That's not right at all Cole, this woman went into this match in agonizing pain and that's because she never gives up and will fight through anything.

{Michael Cole}
But she does, she just did, right there! She tapped out, the whole world saw it, Layla won her very first submission match and that's all there is to it.

{JR}
It's not as cut and dry as that, Cole. Beth might have tapped out but I think she knew she had no other choice, her submissions weren't as effective as Layla's because she wasn't able to properly apply them because of her knee injury. She tried, but Layla's attack last week seems to have done exactly what she wanted it to.


A medical team runs into the ring to check on Beth, she's holding her knee dearly, almost on the brink of tears because of how bad it hurts, while Layla just stands there amused by it all. They pull her pant leg up and begin to remove her boot but that's when Layla makes her move and barges past them stomping on her knee! She grabs the steel chair that was in the ring and turns it at an angle before jamming it down onto her knee!

{JR}
Good lord! Get that woman away from her!


Beth screams out in pain, the boos get louder, the medical team tries to pull her away but she slips through again, grabs Beth's leg pulling her closer to the ropes then drops down rolling out of the ring before walking to the ring post.

{King}
What's she doing?!

{Michael Cole}
Isn't it obvious? What Beth promised to do to her, take her out!

{JR}
No!


Layla grabs a hold of her foot pulling her in between the post, Beth tries to kick her away using her other foot but she's determined and Beth's in a bad place....Layla pulls her leg out stretching it, then a referee tries to grab Layla to pull her away, but she stomps on his foot then swings Beth's leg back around sending the side of her knee into the hard steel post!


{JR}
No god no!

{King}
This isn't good!

{Michael Cole}
It's better! Nothing like seeing a bully get their just deserts.

{JR}
Bully? Layla looks like the bully to me, not Beth!

{Michael Cole}
So she's supposed to let Beth take her out? She's doing what Beth planned to do to her, it's completely justified!


Beth continues to scream out, the medical team pulls Beth away from the post gingerly then try to examine her knee again, all while Layla stands on the outside laughing. The boos are getting louder, the fans are standing concerned for Beth's condition. But it seems like Layla's not done just yet....she bends down reaching under the ring, then as she slowly slides back with something in her hands, we see that it's a crutch! What's she gonna do to her now?


{JR}
Enough is enough Layla, you proved your point, you've done what you wanted, just get out here this poor woman may never walk again because of you!

{King} What's she gonna do with that crutch?!

Layla stares at it for a few seconds before an alarming smile forms on her face, and she turns around looking at Lillian Garcia. She steps closer to her, Lillian backing up just a step, unsure of what Layla's got in mind, but as she approaches her, she reaches out and grabs her microphone. She starts to raise it up to her face, but then lowers it walking back over to the ring, she then slides back inside it with the crutch and mic in hand, as the medical team cautiously looks up at her while trying to assist Beth.

{Layla}
No hard feelings, eh Beth?

She says in an arrogant and bitchy tone, which does not please these fans one bit and they express it to the fullest.

{Layla}
I'm not a doctor, but it looks like you'll be needing this for a long time!

Layla laughs as she slowly bends down placing the crutch at Beth's side, she's smiling deviously, and she's clearly proud of what she's done tonight. Layla runs her hand through her hair slowly backing away just watching Beth lie there in pain, with the sickest grin on her face before we fade away.

*The crowd explodes with cheers when the Undertaker dong hits*



Jerry Lawler : The Undertaker has returned!

Cole: How much times can this guy return? Do we really need to sit through this? Can't we just get to Dolph's bit!?

Jim Ross: You should be showing more respect for this living legend!

Cole: Hes no legend! Triple H, Ted Dibiase and Dolph Ziggler are legends! And thought he was called the "Deadman" for a reason.



Jerry Lawler : Dolph Ziggler has already had his match Cole. He won’t be out for the rest of the night.


Cole:



*Undertaker enters into the ring and stands in the ring for about 20 seconds before lifting the mic to his face*





Undertaker: Four years.... Four years. That’s how long XWL has been around for. Many legends have been created during that time. Shawn Michaels, The Rock, Ted Dibiase *Crowd cheers*, Triple H *Cheers get louder* and Dolph Ziggler *Cheers get even louder!* these are the men that have made XWL what it is today. These are the superstars that people think of when you bring up XWL. And the fans don’t bring up my name. *Crowd boos*








Undertaker: The past four years have destroyed the legacy that took 20 years to make. I've been buried alive*WHAT!?* set on fire*WHAT!? Punt kicked *WHAT!?*

Cole: The fans can’t even remember anything that’s happen to the Undertaker in the past 4 years! And yet you both call him a legend!




Undertaker: And I've had enough! I will not be embarrassed again. I will not become a joke again.




Undertaker: I will become the phenom again *Crowd cheers* I will cement myself into XWL history. And I will recapture the world heavyweight championship! *Crowd cheers*

*Taker walks out of the arena*

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*CHRIS JERICHO HAS DONE IT!*

*As the realization kicks in that Jericho has regained the World Championship which means so much to him, he grins and raises his arm in victory. The referee approaches him and holds his other arm in the air, visually declaring to all that he is the victor.



[Justin Roberts]
The winner of this bout... and NEW... WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....
CHRIS JERICHOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*The crowd showers Jericho in boos as he begins to celebrate. As usual, their hatred has no effect on him, especially now. Nothing can ruin this huge moment.*

[Jim Ross]
What a slobber knocker of a match we just witnessed! We have a new champion!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
I've been critical of Chris Jericho's methods in the past but I have to admit he knows how to get the job done. He proved me wrong here tonight by defeating Triple H. I didn't think he had it in him to defeat The Game. Not only did he do that, but he did it without cheating!

[Michael Cole]
Yes! What a matchup! What a competitor Chris Jericho is! I'm so glad we now have a champion we can be proud of!

*The camera pans to the former champion, who is still down on the canvas. He begins to stir, but is in clear pain and you can almost see the realization that he has lost sinking in.*



*The camera then pans to Jericho once again, who is clearly at the opposite end of the spectrum. We witness extreme disappointment and loss then pure ecstasy in a matter of seconds as the camera switches from one competitor to the other. Jericho is now embracing the World title and holding it almost like a small child. He raises it upwards and kisses it.*



[Jim Ross]
Triple H gave it his all, but on this night, there could only be one winner. And that man, is Chris Jericho.

[Michael Cole]
Chris Jericho is on top of the world. He backed up everything he said here tonight. There is nobody who can argue with his claims that he is the best in the world after this matchup.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
Uh-oh, look at this.

*Jericho has turned around right into the path of The Game, who has regained his footing. The two stand almost nose to nose. Triple H is clearly seething with anger. Jericho smirks and can be seen mouthing the words "I told you so! I'm the World Champion now Hunter! You lost!". You could almost cut the tension between the two with a knife. Jericho raises the world title above his head, showing Triple H that he is the better man - on this night at least. Suddenly, The Game is spun around the other way and is laid out with a SUPERKICK! The noise from the impact echoes around the arena.*

[Jim Ross]
BAH GAWD! That's... That's JOEY RYAN!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
JOEY RYAN?!? We haven't seen him in months!

*The crowd are going crazy at the return of the former World Champion. Triple H is out cold once again on the canvas. Ryan turns his attention to Jericho. The two share a look, before Jericho charges at him with the World title, he swings at him, Ryan ducks, Jericho turns back around for another shot and SUPERKICK! Jericho too is laid out by the devastating impact of Ryan's boot to his jaw! The world title goes flying across the ring as Jericho falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes.*

[Jim Ross]
TRIPLE H IS DOWN! JERICHO IS DOWN!

[Michael Cole]
NO! What does he think he's doing! This is Jericho's moment! He's ruined it!

[Jim Ross]
What a return! What a show we have had here tonight ladies and gentlemen! Join us for the fallout tomorrow night, live on Redemption!

*Joey Ryan retrieves the World Heavyweight Championship and holds it high above his head, standing over his two victims, sending a clear message.*



*He bends down and screams "I'm Back!" into the camera with the title in his possession as the XWL logo flashes across the screen to signal the end of the PPV.*

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