XWL Breakdown Supershow: 10/13/2013 - 10/20/2013

Live from - Kansas City, Kansas
Deadline Time: 4:30 PM EST / 9:30 PM GMT

Arena for Matches: XWL Breakdown 2013
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Drew McIntyre makes his way onto the stage. He performs his signature pose the begins to walk down the ramp.

[Justin Roberts]
Making his way to the ring by way of Ayr, Scotland... weighing in at 254 pounds...
Drew Mcintyre!

Drew enters the ring, then quickly performs his signature pose in the middle of the ring. As his theme song begins to fade out, he waits for his opponents arrival.


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Audience members quickly rise to their feet, looking around the arena for what sounds to be The Shield. Instead, they see a lone man standing at the top of a staircase.



Roman can be seen sporting his old tactical riot gear. With a microphone in hand, Roman begins to make his way down the steps and to the ring.

[Justin Roberts]
...and his opponent from Pensacola, Florida...
Roman Reigns!



Roman hops over the barricade and gains a smirk on his face. He looks into the audience for a moment. They boo him loudly for tricking them. He holds the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.




[Roman Reigns]
You all fell for it! How gullible are you people? Do you really think The Shield just magically got back together? You are all a bunch of damn fools!

Roman makes his way up the steps and into the ring. He stands in the center of the ring, looking out into the booing audience. He raises the microphone to speak again.




[Roman Reigns]
To think The Shield would ever get back together, you must be one of two things. Either you suffer from mental retardation or you're a senseless, inbred, hillbilly from Kansas City. Oh, you don't like me making fun of your little city? Do you really think I care? You know what. I would like to thank you people here tonight. Ever since last week, I've been in a bad mood. Coming out here to see the laughingstock of this country, makes me feel a whole lot better. It makes me feel a whole lot better to know that I live almost 1,000 miles away from this place. While you people do whatever it is poor people do in their trailer park, I'm sitting on the balcony of my European-style, 4-story mansion... getting fanned by the most beautiful women in the world. Do you know how much that house cost me? Oh yeah... that's right...
NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!

The boos become louder, as the audience has become annoyed with Roman's arrogance.




[Roman Reigns]
As much as I know you people love to hear me talk about myself, there is something I want to get off my chest. James Storm... what happened last week was a fluke. You got lucky. Hell, as far as I'm concerned... that match never happened. Seeing I am the Alpha-Male of XWL, I hereby expunge that loss from the record books. With that said, I am STILL undefeated here in XWL... ever since I returned of course. That undefeated streak will continue on tonight, as I defeat this Irish or Scottish guy... whatever the hell he is. I mean, it's not like it matters anyway right? Everyone on the side of the ocean has crooked teeth. Some have yellow teeth. Hell, some have teeth missing. With all these oral problems, it's no wonder no one can understand you guys. Drew, when's the last time you visited a dentist? Luckily for me, I don't have to deal with those problems. You see... I have my own personal dentist. Drew, I'm not going to get started on how your people on that side of the ocean dress. Your people have already made themselves out to be a joke.




[Roman Reigns]
Speaking of how people dress, check out my choice of threads tonight. That's right, I'm wearing my Shield gear. Do you want to know why? On any other occasion, it would be NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS... but not now. You see, I am wearing these to make a statement. To make the statement that, even know the men I called my brothers are no longer that... I am still a hound. Maybe not a hound of justice, but a hound of ass-kicking. A hound of brutality. A hound of doing whatever it takes to get the job done. Dean liked to claim that we were about principles. That we were about honor. He and that Rollins bitch might have been all about that. Me? No thank you. I wasn't in the Shield for... justice? I was always in it for myself. To make a name for myself... and if I had to use two internet-famed jackasses to make a name, then so be it. Look at me now. It worked and now you people get to see me for who I am and who I have been all along. A cold...blooded...killer. Now that those two chumps can't hold me back any longer, the lone wolf can lead his own hunt. Trust me when I say, you will never forget the name Roman Reigns.




[Roman Reigns]
Believe... in the Spear.

Roman tosses the microphone to the outside and backs into his corner. Meanwhile, Drew McIntyre re-enters the ring. He doesn't look too pleased about Roman's remarks toward him. With both men set to go, the referee calls for the match to begin.


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As the back and forth battle nears it's end, we see Roman violently Irish-whip McIntyre into the corner. McIntyre slams into corner hard enough that it sends him stumbling the opposite direction. As Drew turns he is met with a vicious...


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[Justin Roberts]
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...
ROMAN REIGNS!

The referee attempts to raise Roman's arm in victory, only to get shoved to the ground by the 265 pound Samoan. Roman scales to the middle rope, looking into the booing audience. Roman exits the ring, yelling "I AM THE ALPHA-MALE OF XWL!" The camera fades as Roman reaches the stage.

as we come back from break we see a sign on the titantron

as we see this sign fade away we see Gail apper on the titantron.

yes i am Gail Kim i know most of you ain't happy to see me but i could care less Mickie is something in the past. i am just here to announce that i will be back to xwl and i will be back on top soon but right now i am dealing with some things but i do promise to everyone in xwl man or woman that Gail Kim is no joke and i will be back to rule and kick ass again heed my warning now get the dam camera out of here.

as we fade away we see a Gail Kim sign

We head backstage and Todd Grisham is seen standing by with the World Heavyweight Champion, Captain Charisma, Christian!



[Todd Grisham]
Christian, tonight you are set to go one on one with a seemingly unknown opponent that was hand picked by Alberto Del Rio last week. Do you have any idea who this opponent may be and do you think you could beat this mystery opponent?



[Christian]
Can I beat this opponent? Todd, take a second and think, who are you talking to? If you said World Heavyweight Champion then you'd be correct and the World Heavyweight Champion doesn't care who this opponent may be because he will beat them just like he'll beat Alberto Del Rio at Monster Bash. But no, I really don't have any idea who this man may be. Obviously, he is going to pick someone who'd be a challenge. Someone like Daniel Bryan, Alex Shelley or John Morrison, someone who he thinks could beat me. So if I'm correct, that eliminates people like Chris Jericho, Dolph Ziggler and oh yeah, himself. Nothing was ever said that we couldn't choose one another but I'm kind enough to not let Del Rio get embarrassed twice in a row.



[Christian]
And I'm sorry if I'm putting myself to sound like the bad guy in this situation, but really I'm not. Me and Del Rio, we are both good people, we just come from separate ends of the spectrum that just don't get along with one another that well. I come from the end where I believe I deserve this championship more then anyone while he comes from an end where he feels he deserves this championship more then anyone. This is more about egos and all, this is just us fighting for what we believe. He has a legacy to live up to with his family that has been in wrestling for a long time now while I'm trying to create a legacy for the future of my family. Neither of us are just going to lay down for one another, and trust me when I say this, we will have to probably be knocked out cold before either of us would stay down for the three count.



[Todd Grisham]
And there is something else I'd like to talk about, it happened just last week actually. We crowned a new Mister Money in the Bank in Ted DiBiase, something none of us expected to happen. What are your thoughts on this and how does it feel to have yet another target on your back now that Chris Jericho's fate could happen to you?



[Christian]
So, let me get this straight. Ted DiBiase, Money in the Bank, another target on my back. So if I'm correct, the answer to your question is another question, should I care? Sure, Ted is a fighter but the reality is, I was the money in the bank winner before him. I know what to expect from him more then anyone else. I know when he is going to cash in before he will even think about cashing in. I know what is going through his head this very moment because I was in his position with basically the same mindset, it's is time for me to claim what is rightfully mine. Ted, he has been through a lot for a while now and I've got to give it to him, not everyone would have fought through all of that. He has beat near everyone who has stood in his path and I'll give credit where credit is due, Ted DiBiase is a badass who isn't afraid to kick anyone's ass who stands in his way.



[Christian]
It's like this though, Todd. Ted can try and plan out his cash in all he wants, I'll see it coming. If I were him, I'd just save it in case I end up losing this championship because cashing in on me wouldn't go good for him in the long run. He wants this championship, well it's like this. Just like Alberto Del Rio, Ted would have to take it from my cold dead hands before there is no way I'm going to be letting this go without a fight. I respect Ted, and not just cause the man can cook up a good cheeseburger, but if he knew what was best for him, his wife and his kids... I'd save the embarrassment and either do one of two things. Either lay down for me and let me pin you, saves us the time and trouble, or wait till I possibly lose this because I'm going to see your cash in coming and unlike Chris Jericho, I'll beat him.

Todd's eyes glance to the far side of Christian, the blind spot of the camera, Christian notices Grisham's sudden peaked interest and turns to his left. There right beside him stands the newly crowned Mr. Money in the Bank, Ted DiBiase! He's got his briefcase held up against his chest by both arms, almost like he's cradling it as he would a baby. Christian looks Ted right in the eyes, then they lower to his case, and Ted shows a proud smile.

[Ted DiBiase]
Pretty, ain't she?

Ted looks down at his new pal, glowing like he hasn't in quite some time.


[Ted DiBiase]
Look I think you're getting things a little mixed up, of course you'll see it coming, Christian...because it's been a LONG time coming! You know what it's like to hold this beauty in your hands, to know that inside, is a contract with your name on it, that grants you a shot at what your heart most desires. Everyone will see my cash-in coming from a mile away, but that's not a bad thing...it's a good thing. My entire career, everyone has taken me a little too lightly...they think of me as, a joke. But when I cash this in? The joke, will be on them.


DiBiase's voice fades as he finishes his last word, staring back at his Money in the Bank contract, and overjoyed to know it's his.


[Ted DiBiase]
No disrespect intended, you're the champion right now, key word..."right now." So go on, do your thing, don't let me get in your head or anything...this should be nothing new to you, you were just in my shoes, and look at what it got you! It makes you think, doesn't it? Here I am, with the exact thing that crowned you a champion, and it could take that all away from you...but hey, you've got a Main-Event to get ready for, I don't wanna take up too much of your time. I just wanted to stop by and say hi...

Ted raises his Money in the Bank briefcase up, just a few inches away from Christian's face, then flashes that million dollar smile of his

[Ted DiBiase]
Hi...

Ted looks at his case, then at Christian, then at his case once again before he turns away and walks off. Which leaves The World Heavyweight Champion with something to think about, as he prepares for his match against the man he cashed his Money in the Bank contract on to become World Heavyweight Champion. We cut away from his deep train of thought and to a commercial break.

{{Brock Lesnar}}
Dolph Ziggler… Cody Rhodes… Christian… Really? These are some of the names of the men who have held the World Heavyweight Championship this year. This is what this company has come to…

We are shown Brock Lesnar sitting backstage looking into a camera.

{{Brock Lesnar}}
Throughout my career here in the XWL I was after one thing and one thing only… money. I didn't care about titles, I didn't care about what the other "superstars" had to say about me, I only cared about the number being deposited in my bank account every week. Now I will admit The Undertaker did make me take my eye off of the prize, he did get me to start.. well, caring. I used to let things go, I used to make sure that I would never put myself in a situation where I could get injured, because my body, this physique, this unnatural athleticism that I posses, I won't risk it over this, over an XWL match. No. These people can think what they want of me, I'm not risking my health over them, I care about Brock Lesnar, not the crowd, not the other men in the back… Just.. Brock… Lesnar… But The Undertaker got to me, he made me really want to fight back, want to put my body on the line to prove a point, a point which doesn't even need proving. Because look at us now. I'm standing here better than ever and he's on his back either in a coffin or a hospital bed with piss running down his leg and blood down his nose because he just got his ass kicked by Brock Lesnar.



{{Brock Lesnar}}
I don't fear The Deadman, I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm two hundred and eighty six pounds of pure muscle, I'm an NCAA champion, a UFC World Champion, a WWE Champion, I'm the baddest in this business and if anyone thinks otherwise then I'd like for them to meet me in a cage, a ring, hell even the parking lot for all I care, I've fought the best, and I've beaten the best, and that makes me the best, and I'm ready to start proving it.. Like I was saying before, I care about money, and I care about Brock Lesnar. That's why when John Laurinaitis came to me with an offer, a proposition that would be beneficial for both this company and my bank account, I couldn't refuse. He came up to me and asked me; "Brock, why is it that you've never been a champion here in the XWL? I mean, you can kick anyone's ass in this company, yet you've never won a title… I tried to hire Seth Rollins and give him a chance, and well, that almost worked. Damien Sandow, Kassius Ohno, all hype.  All this time I've been searching the world for the next XWL Champion, The Next Big Thing, yet this whole time he's been sitting right here in this company in front of my nose." And I told him, I said; "John, I don't care about titles, I don't care about the fans, I don't even care about you or what you think of me, I'm here to do my job, collect my paycheck, and that's that. I have nothing to prove, not to you, not to them, not to no one." Well after hearing that he offered me a raise, he gave me a mission. To legitimize this company. And right now our Money in the Bank Holder is Ted DiBiase, our World Champion is Christian, and our United States Champion is Alex Shelley, and don't even get me started on John Morrison.. There is nothing legitimate about any of those champions. If I were to meet them in the ring, they wouldn't even last a minute. Hell, if I they were to meet me in a cage, they wouldn't last a second!



{{Brock Lesnar}}
I'm the real deal, I'm not all talk, I'm not all hype, I'm legitimate. I'm a fighter, a wrestler, a monster. When I say that I can kick your ass I mean it. You see Ted DiBiase, Christian, Shelley, Morrison, they could all say that they can beat Brock Lesnar, they can talk a big game and get the fans all riled up. But the fact of the matter is when they look at me face to face, if they were to actually step in the ring with me, they'd run in fear. Because they know that if I get angry, if I really want to hurt them, I can. I can break their bones, I can make them bleed. They can fight back, they can struggle, but they can't change the inevitable. I'm a UFC Champion, an NCAA Champion, I know how to hurt people, and I've beaten people that make a living on hurting people. You see unlike our current champions I don't have to worry about trying to look like a fighter, or act like a fighter, I am a figher, I don't need to talk a big game, all you need to do is type my name into youtube to know exactly what I'm capable of. I don't need fur coats, colored hair, or a last name to be noticed, I use my fists to get noticed… The Champion of a company should be the top competitor, the man that no one else can beat, and right now that's not the case. Because there's no title on my shoulder. John wants me to legitimize this company, well you just wait and see what I'm capable of. Bones are going to be broken, blood is going to be spilled, and fear is going to be driven into each and every wrestler in this company… Here Comes The Pain.

We then go to a commercial break

As we return from a brief commercial break, we see an unnamed interviewer. He begins to speak.





[Interviewer]
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...
Corey Graves.





Graves walks onto the interview set. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood.


[Interviewer]
Corey, recently...


The interview is interrupted by a loud roar.


[???]
Raaaaaaaaah!





The man that made that roar, spears Corey Graves through the interview set. The interviewer takes a step back, not wanting to be a part of the action. After a few moments, a man emerges from the wreckage. It's Roman Reigns. Roman lets out his signature battle cry. He then proceeds to left a large steel beam over his head. Roman throws the steel beam onto the wreckage. As the camera gets closer, we see the steel beam didn't land on the wreckage, but on Corey Graves' chest.





Graves lays on the cold concrete grasping for air. His attempts for air are unsuccessful, due to the steel beam crushing his chest. As security pulls Reigns away from the scene of the attack, Corey Graves seems to have passed out from lack of oxygen.





As a medical team attempts to lift the steel beam from Graves' chest, yelling can be heard in the background. The camera quickly turns showing Roman Reigns pushing XWL security and agents out of the way. Roman grabs hold of an XWL agent and slams him into a nearby equipment truck.





Roman slams the agents head against the truck. He holds it there has he begins yelling in the poor agent's ear.





[Roman Reigns]
Don't you EVER put your hands on me! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH... THE ALPHA-MALE!


Roman lets go of the man's head and slowly walks behind the truck. With Roman out of sight, the XWL agent is helped to his feet by security. Meanwhile, the medical staff work on Corey Graves. As the steel beam is now off Graves' chest, the medical staff strap an oxygen mask to the unconscious man. We transition into our next segment.

XWL Breakdown continues as it cuts backstage to where Santino is sitting at his laptop discussing with one of our workers why he missed his match last week.



Santino Marella
Just look at this! We were just two blocks away from the arena last week and we still couldn’t find it. You know who’s fault this is? You’re thinking Santino’s yes? No, no no no no this is Kenny’s fault. He tricked Santino. You see I said to him that the arena is this way Kenny we need to make a left turn here but he was a hungry snake and because we had a big match coming up I had to make sure he had eaten and he was full and ready to fight. But he said that there was a shop that sold snake food if we just made a quick de tour. But guess what, Kenny was wrong. There was no shop and we could not find our way back and poor Santino here was sat in burger king on his own while he should of been making his returning match in XWL. Now I want to take this time to apologise to Hulk Hogan because  I know it was an important week for him and his job was under review. And he especially booked Santino’s return because it would attract a huge rating and lots more fans. I think it might of been the main event too. Was it the main event friend?

XWL worker
No, it never would be, now can I go please I do have a job. That I actually show up for.

Santino Marella
Mr funny pants yes? They should call you mr not funny pants because of how not funny you are. Well I know somebody who I can talk to and quite frankly he has some making up to do.

As the XWL worker walks away Santino’s fumbles in his pocket until he pulls out ‘Kenny the Kobra’.



Santino Marella
Kenny don’t look at me like that you know I was telling the truth. Now I have a serious matter we need to talk about. If you look on the screen right there this is a compilation of brock lesnar videos I have found on a you tube. I think, he is the really big guy right there. Yes the one who just knocked out five men. You see, this is all your fault! Hulk is punishing us for not showing up last week by putting us up against one of the biggest and baddest men in this company! I am a brave man though Kenny and I will need you to be by my side and we can take him down. Now, looking at the video’s I have noticed something which we can work on. Look carefully. He does not have eyes in the back of his head. See, I have eyes and you have eyes so we can see at a 360 degree’s all the time. Brock Lesnar cannot. So all we have to do is stay behind him and we can win the match.




Santino Marella
I think you’re right Kenny, if we think about it. We have the advantage not him. I also heard that Brock doesn’t have a snake is pants and Santino does right. But just watch this video. He is very tough, we have to avoid the arm breaker he has up his sleeve. He has made many peoples tap out to that move and it would make Santino look weak if he did that to me tonight. So, all I ask of you Kenny is you’re there when I need you ok. I have the speed and the intelligence to make him tired then when I pull you out you strike ok? This is my returning match and if we want to take over like we planned then we need a good head start. If we can string together a few wins and when we are beating such big men like this we could be in the running for that title we have always talked about. It’s one step at a time though so you need to be ready at all times. Whether it be at the early stages or not you need to be ready. Are you listening Kenny?!



Santino Marella
Look at me when I’m talking to you Kenny! This will never work if you don’t listen. What, what’s this you have just turned on! Kenny what I have told you about watching video’s on dancing snakes. If you still want to I will take you dancing after we defeat Brock Lesnar. But only if we win. We’re a team and no other team in this company fights together in every match so we have an advantage which will take us to the top if we keep working hard. Now, we have about 40 minutes until our match how would you suggest we prepare after looking at these videos?

Santino Marella
Kenny! Kenny! Come back here before I ....



Santino runs off screen as we break to the next segment.

We’re whisked away to an area backstage to see Don West pacing back and forth backstage in a fury, ranting and raving and absolutely spewing words of anger and frustration over the way things have gone for the members of his beloved West Side Army over the last couple of weeks. When he brought the group together he promised to turn the world upside down, he proclaimed that every client he had would have an unprecedented amount of fame and success, compared to their abysmal and laughable runs in the company prior to him taking them under his wing.

But now, everything seems to be falling apart and it wouldn’t be out of the question to inquire if there’s truly any way to stop what looks to be a free-fall where the landing will lead to the army falling apart. Following West on his back and forth trek is his newest client, Sangriento, who is doing everything he can to soothe his official promoter but it doesn’t look like West can be consoled at the moment. Sangriento steps to the side, places both his hands on his hips then just stands there and watches as the man who went out of his way to bring him to XWL looks to be losing his mind.

Sangriento approaches West again, ready to attempt a second go at getting West to calm down, putting a hand on his shoulder and saying things under his breath that can’t be picked up by the camera, though in the end, his efforts fail. Sangriento walks away from West and now appears to be upset as well, turning to face the camera and speaking with a slight growl in his voice as he prepares to give the people – the fans, the management, the wrestlers, who pushed West to this point a piece of his mind.

₸ Sangriento ₸
¡Mira! ¡Mira al hombre quien dio su corazón y su alma a esta compañía! Todo él pidió para las personas estúpidas en la audiencia fue a escuchar a todo se dijo. Don West siempre tiene razón y nunca es importante al si su palabras dan otra persona un dolor de sentimientos. Todo él quiere es que es mejor para su clientes, aun igual es necesario para él a ir al infierno, ponche el diablo en su cara y entonces regresa al mundo así él puede dar los oportunidades a sus amigos que no otros luchadores tienen. Él sabe el deporte de luchar libre profesional más que ustedes y que es por qué él fue y todavía es la mejor opción a conducir un ejército en una guerra sobre XWL. Don West es un hombre inteligente y ustedes tienen suerte que él es aquí en XWL porque Don es un hombre de muchos talentos y puede recibir un trabajo con algo compañía de algo deporte en algo país en este mundo.

Sangriento shakes his head as the mere thought of someone not giving Don West the respect, adoration and admiration he deserves just doesn’t seem feasible.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Gracias al corazón grande de Don West, estoy en XWL ahora y para el futuro también. Yo fui la estrella más grande en la historia de lucha libre en México en el pasado. Todas las noches fui en los eventos principal y porque de este facto, nunca de las sillas vacío en algo edificio que yo estuvo ocupando. Fue realmente no sorpresa que fui un campeón en cada compañía fui a luchar. Había no luchador en todo el país que fue mejor que yo. Tuve el mejor mascara, arsenal de movimientos, música de entrada, juguetes, ropas y algo más una persona que piensa. Todos los hombres tuvieron envíos porque no pudieron vivir la misma vida como yo, todos los mujeres, incluso ellos novias y esposas quisieron a me casar y los pobre niños esperanzaron yo pude su padre o u héroe pero demasiado bueno para ellos. Y entonces los otros luchadores quisieron a me a romper un parte de mi cuerpo porque no se gustan que yo fui así mas mejor que todos los ellos. Fui en un nivel diferente y nadie tuvieron una oportunidad sobre yo.

The camera cuts away to show the view from the arena where the fans must feel like they’re being held captive as they’re forced to sit through Sangriento’s passionate monologue in a language many of them don’t understand. It doesn’t help their ability to comprehend and discern a few choice words here and there the fact that he’s speaking a mile a minute. It’s his body language, attitude and demeanor that irks them, though, to go along with the natural disdain that comes with anyone that proudly and unabashedly aligns himself with someone as brash, loud and sleazy as Don West.

Sangriento oozes confidences, bragging about things that he’s done before in Mexico when in XWL it’s all about what you’ve done lately. Sangriento demands respect, he wants the star billing but he has yet to prove that he’s worthy of it. Chavo Guerrero and Rey Mysterio are all stars who hailed from Mexico who worked hard to earn the love of the fans, while Sangriento thinks, at least based on what West has said, that he should already be treated as a legend complete with fans bowing in his presences and maybe even roses being thrown at his feet. The screen cuts back to a full screen view of Sangriento who doesn’t appear to be done venting.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Tengo el mismo plano para XWL. Estoy aquí a dominar. Drew Mcintryre no tuvo los cojones para regresar al cuadrilátero y completar la lucha sobre yo. Él supo que Don West no tomó algo luchador a ser en el West Side Army y McIntyre supo no tuvo algo esperanza a derrotar yo. Y entonces derrote el campeón del mundo antiguo Dolph Ziggler, ¿y mi lucha sobre Chris Sabin la semana pasada? Él es un chiste como James Storm. Tuve felicidades, y entonces vi con mis dos ojos, Alberto Del Rio, lastimó el brazo de Corey Graves. ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué fue necesario a lastimar un el mejor personas en XWL? ¿Y por qué los jefes no se regañaron? Don West siempre hablo sobre XWL quiere daño el grupo y ahora yo sé él tuvo razón.

At the mention of Alberto Del Rio’s name, West freezes mid-step. He suddenly makes a beeline towards the camera and starts barking into in without warning and is so close that small particles of his spit gets onto the lens.

₸ Don West ₸
Alberto Del Rio, you son of a bitch! Are you proud of yourself for what you did? Do you somehow believe in that puny little brain of yours that going out of your way to take a man who’s a trillion times better that you could ever hope to be will give you momentum heading into your title match against Christian? Graves has more charisma, more talent and more heart than you could ever hope to have and you should be thankful that you had the privilege of getting into the ring against him. As far as I’m concerned you should be thanking your guardian angel because if he was inside of that Elimination Chamber you would have wished Kane burned you alive earlier that night because that would have been the better alternative to what Graves could have done to you if he wasn’t kept out of that structure. Let me tell you a little secret, pal, nobody gives a flying Chihuahua about you or Christian because if it doesn’t involve The West Side Army then chances are involve quality either because we kind of have a monopoly as far as that’s concerned. From now on, it’ll be in your best interest to sleep with one eye open because we here at The West Side Army don’t just forgive and forget. No, sooner or later you’re going to end up broken beyond repair, I’m talking humpty dumpty levels of destruction, with your life and career in shambles. If this were a just world you would have been stripped of your number one contender standing, but I know better by now than to expect XWL to treat The West Side Army fairly. No offense, with the Chihuahua comment by the way, Sangriento

₸ Sangriento ₸
Está bien. Alberto Del Rio es una vergüenza de México.

₸ Don West ₸
Graves was one win away, one win, from becoming the next Intercontinental Champion, and that was a long time coming for someone like him who is one of the hardest working men I have ever had the pleasure of being associated with. He had to overcome obstacle after setback after roadblock especially after those selfish pricks in Men of Honor tried to end his career! That’s a testament to the power of The West Side Army, because I took a man who no one had faith in, I took a career that no one saw a future in and I brought them both back to life! I led an inspired, a reinvigorated Corey Graves to the light and had him on a fast-track to the top of the mountain, and at The Monster Bash, he was finally going to have something to show for his years of hard work, determination and dedication. The way I see it, Graves was, and in my heart he still is, the uncrowned champion. Morrison knew he had no chance, look at how many times he tried to soften Graves up during the month, he was so desperate to get his reign to a year that he was willing to do anything to get past his biggest obstacle to date. Month after month Morrison has grown accustomed to mailing it in against men who’ve given up on being a worthwhile member of this roster a long time ago while on the other side of the fence we have the badass Corey Graves who put the pedal to the metal and gave it his all each and every match and it was a thing of beauty to watch as the list of his victims got bigger and more impressive each and every week.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Corey Graves tuvo amor para esta profesión. No se importe la audiencia, porque ellos no saben que está mejor para su carrera.

₸ Don West ₸
Morrison likes to pretend that he’s a saint! He prances around here with his glitter and wannabe 1990’s Shawn Michaels hairstyle acting like a goody two-shoes who’s never crossed the line or bended a rule and it makes me absolutely sick to my stomach to watch as you all eat it up, crap it out and then proceed to treat yourself to a second helping. I know the truth, I know the real John Morrison, and it was that bastard who walked around reading a dictionary with his lackey Damien Sandow acting like you all meant nothing to him. But then he suddenly had a change of heart and you accepted him back into your good graces without a second thought and that just goes to show how fickle each and every one of you can be. I don’t need to kiss your ass to get ahead, and neither does anyone else involved in The West Side Army because they’re as good as I say they are and they always back it up. Morrison knew this, Morrison knew that come Monster Bash he was going to be another victim and that’s when he had to take matters into his own hands and stoop so low that I managed to lose respect for him even though I never respected the smug bastard in the first place! And I’m not talking about when he along with those kids posing as adults The Motor City Machine Guns crashed Amazing Red’s memorial. Believe it or not, I have it on good authority that Morrison put out a hit out on my client, Corey Graves.

₸ Sangriento ₸
John Morrison es un hombre que tiene todas ustedes ovejas engañadas. Él no tiene honor, o respecto, o elegancia como nosotros.

₸ Don West ₸
That’s right, I said it! Your hero, your idol, the man who you all thought could do no wrong, took a page out of Dolph Ziggler’s book and put a bounty on the head of Corey because he knew that the clock was ticking but was too selfish to lie down and let someone more deserving take the belt and give it back its prestige. However, unlike that dye abusing freak, at least Morrison wasn’t dumb enough to broadcast his intentions to the world. What I think happened is that Morrison approached Del Rio in some dark alleyway, leaving pools of glitter everywhere, and gave Del Rio one job for a boatload of cash: take Corey Graves out. And that’s exactly what Del Rio tried to do, but little did he know you have to damn near kill Corey to stop him from accomplishing something once he has his heart set on it, and Corey came here tonight to announce to the world and to put Morrison on notice by saying that nothing had changed; the match at The Monster Bash was still on and the only thing Del Rio accomplished was pissing my client off. So what does Morrison do? He pays off Roman Reigns to finish the job and now Graves is in lying in a hospital bed with cracked ribs and a tube down his throat among other medical issues. Should I just let the two seemingly unrelated incidents slide without a second thought? Hell no! This is more than a coincidence. Alberto Del Rio is a so-called Mexican Aristocrat, and Roman Reigns just loves to brag about his big houses and big cars that he buys to make up for the small impact he’s made in XWL. If there are two guys who love money it would be those two and they ended up being pawns in Morrison’s plan to give himself the night off at The Monster Bash because thanks to that wannabe superhero, Eric Young, Ryback still hasn’t been cleared to compete and we all know the company will do everything in their power to keep Sangriento far away from their precious champion.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Para un momento nosotros debemos grave, y no me refiero a Corey….

Sangriento chuckles to himself softly in response to a choke only he got. After settling down he continues…

₸ Sangriento ₸
Pero algo miembro del West Side Army pueden derrotar el chiste de un luchado y un campeón, John Morrison. Ryback es el hombre más fuerte tan algo más en la compañía, Corey se amó una lucha bien y yo soy el más rápido. En algo otra compañía nosotros estaremos en el pico de la montaña, pero en XWL los jefes no quieren dar nos nuestras legítimas oportunidades.

₸ Don West ₸
Due to Morrison’s heinous actions, and allow me to throw this in here while I’m at it but let’s see if this company has the guts to do the right thing in this situation and strip Morrison of his belt, but who am I kidding, right? But as I was saying, thanks to Morrison, Del Rio and Reigns, and let me just stop here and say that it’s not a surprise to me, while it was probably mind-boggling to all of you because you lived to put Corey down and underrate him, that it took the combined effort of three men to keep Corey down for the count because he’s just as tough as the three of those clowns, if not tougher. Getting back to my point, since Morrison did what he did, and before I continue, I bet that he will never have the courage to own up to his treachery and just come out and say that he was scared and that he was desperate and the only way he saw out of his predicament was to take part in endangering the career of a better man.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Tú punto, por favor.

₸ Don West ₸
Sorry, I get a little carried away and sometimes I get a little worked up and lose my train of thought especially in situations like this when we’ve been so badly wronged and haven’t been compensated. Once again, in what seems like a terrible reoccurring nightmare, The West Side Army is a member down, and in a few weeks’ time there will be a memorial service to honor the career of the uncrowned Intercontinental Champion, and we’ll be taking the rest of tonight off to mourn. Until then, Ryback, Sangriento and I aren’t to just sit back and complain, we’re going to lick our wounds and push forward because that’s what a true army does. There are casualties in every war; we just have to make sure that from this point forward we hurt them more than they hurt us. Ryback is going to continue causing mayhem wherever he goes and he doesn’t have to be 100% to do it, and unlike John Morrison he doesn’t hide in the shadows and let other people do his bidding. Eric Young may be riding high now, but he’s going to be in for a rude awakening come The Monster Bash and I will personally escort Ryback to the ring later tonight so that we can address our pest problem.

₸ Sangriento ₸
Y pronto, Kharma, va a unir nuestro grupo.

₸ Don West ₸
That’s right! People have been approaching me all week saying, “Don, how does it feel having your invitation ignored by Kharma?” And all I can do in response is laugh because I’ve sold baseball cards to people who hated the sport and you don’t that I can sell this group to a woman who I know is dying to find success in this company? Are you kidding me? That’s why I went ahead and got Vickie to throw Kharma into a tag match, with Melina as her partner. Why? Believe it or not, we don’t have any hard-feelings towards Melina, but I want her to see with her own two eyes who that the future of the diva’s division is in Kharma and I want Melina to realize that, with my help, that could have been her. If Kharma shows up for that match, it means that she’s accepted my offer; if she doesn’t, well then I guess it means she’s fine with being the dictionary definition of disappoint. It’ll be Kharma’s loss because there are plenty of people who want me in their corner so if this company really wants to get rid of The West Side Army they’re going to have to try a lot harder than they have so far. XWL may think they’ve gotten the best of us, but they have yet to see the best of us.

And with that, West smiles as the thoughts of the bright future that lays in store for his stable has put him in a noticeably better mood. He and Sangriento exchange a nod then walk off screen to plan their next move.

XWL rolls on as we cut backstage to where Matt Striker is holding an interview with the Miz ahead of his match with Dean Ambrose.



Matt Striker
Hi good evening everyone I am joined here today with the Miz ahead of his match with Dean Ambrose later tonight. I thank you for taking your time out to be with us here today Miz.

Miz
Woah woah woah, now Matt, let’s get a few things straight. This interview isn’t to get my thoughts on my match with Dean Ambrose because nobody including myself could quite give a damn about that. The man should be in a mental institution not a wrestling ring and I will truely enjoy knocking the stupid out of him tonight.

Matt Striker
Ok how about your thoughts on the PPV? Del Rio goes head to head with Christian for the title, Edge and Ted who is now the new holder of the money in the bank briefcase and of course Daniel Bryan and Chris Jericho.



Miz
Are you serious? What kind of questions are these? If you wanted to know that kind of stuff why didn’t you go and interview them instead? This interview should be about me and my ambitions. Just what I plan to do over these next few weeks. Who cares about Ted becoming the new money in the bank holder or his match with Edge? Nobody with a common sense that’s who. People with common sense follow actual wrestlers like myself. I couldn’t quite care what the outcome of that match is or any of the other you mentioned to be quite frank. The only one that will affect me in any slight way is the outcome of Del Rio and Christian because if the title changes hands it just gives me a new target to set my eyes on for when the time is right. Del Rio is only the number one contender right now because I was screwed by my old partner Austin Aries. And where is he right now hey? Probably serving burgers and fries at the local fast food shop that’s where. He screwed me out of the elimination chamber so that he and Del Rio were the remaining participants and he blew it like he always does. Where as if I was the one left last with Del Rio it would be a totally different story altogether. Now if you have any more questions make them relevant to the person stood right in front of you or I will walk away.



Matt Striker
Ok sorry Miz, I just thought that urgh. Nevermind. Let’s move on.  How do you think the launch of the first ever diva’s elimination chamber will go down? Do you think it will be good for the company or do you feel like only the superstars should participate in such a gruelling match?

Miz
Are you serious? Really?

Matt Striker
Yes really.



Miz
I still can’t believe this. This has to be the worst interview I have ever been in throughout my entire career. But if you insist on pushing me for an answer I really could not give a damn. I couldn’t be bothered if it was rated the best match of all time in XWL history. I couldn’t give a damn if it drew the biggest audience, if it brought in a new crowd, if it brought in millions of dollars. Matt I could not care any less than I do right now. I do not care about anything in this company that isn’t important and quite frankly the diva’s fall under that category. You saw last week how I just pushed Torrie Wilson aside because she was boring and she just accepted it because she knows herself her and the rest of her the diva’s are all boring and a burden on this company. If I’m going to be completely honest with you everything and everyone in this company is boring and dull except for me. I liven up this company and I give people that chance they need to make a name for themselves. Take Chris Sabin for example. He was a nobody, he had nothing except his little friend Alex Shelley and they’re fake tag titles that let me remind you I did hold for a few weeks just to irritate him. But after I had finished with him and if anybody forgot let me remind you that the score finished two to one to me. He was given a chance at the intercontinental championship because I elevated his career and I made him look good.



Matt Striker
So you’re saying you’re the reason for Chris Sabin’s recent success and opportunities?

Miz
No I’m saying I’m the reason for all of Chris Sabin’s success and opportunities he’s ever had in this company.

Matt Striker
Well you sure seem confident about that Miz. Some would say you beat him on luck.

Miz
Luck? You’re joking right? Not only did a defeat him in an ultimate X match up but I went on to beat him in a two and out three falls match the same night I challenged for the united states championship. Now please explain how that is luck?

Matt Striker
Ok, maybe I was a little outspoken there...

Miz
A little?

Matt Striker
Well moving on I’m going to wrap up with one last question here Miz and it’s simply while we’re on topic do you believe if you had another match up with Chris Sabin you could beat him? Because some may argue he has improved over recent events and with you not being around as often as usual the past month your in ring skills are a little rusty.



Miz
I have never heard anything so far from the truth before in my entire life. I have been away because like I said a couple of weeks ago nothing here has caught my eye or caught my attention in that they deserve any kind of motivation on my behalf. Last week Shawn Michaels got lucky in his victory and if you agree that my ring ability is a little rusty just look at how easily I dismantled the rock two weeks ago and just watch me tonight when I do the same to Dean Ambrose. Now if this little rumour you’re saying is true about people believing Sabin has improved so much that he could beat me then I may just have found something that’s caught my attention. You see, I don’t mind critics because they’re just little jealous men sat behind a computer screen. But when people lie about something like that then it just out right pisses me off. Now Matt, you wouldn’t lie to me would you? You’re not just making this up to anger me are you? Because if you’re telling the truth I think me and my old pal Chris Sabin have some talking to do.

With this said the Miz pushes Matt Striker aside and walks away in an angry fashion. XWL rolls on to the next segment.

As Breakdown returns we are brought to ringside where a team of security are standing around none other than The Ryback , who is leaning on a pair of crutches and has bandages wrapped around his torso and left arm. The Human Wrecking Ball looks to his left, where Don West is standing, then lifts a mic to his lips and begins to speak.

{{The Ryback}}
Last week I was the victim of a common problem here in the XWL. Bullying. Eric Young and those two backstage workers had no right to assault me, not with their fists like men would do, but with a chair like the cowards that they are. Now this isn't the first time that I've witnessed bullying in this company. A couple of weeks ago Amazing Red was the victim of bullying, the Board of Directors took advantage of their power and unfairly fired one of the best high flyers that this company had to offer. Now this alone is just a personal injustice, but Corey Graves was also the victim of bullying, we are professional wrestlers, what happened to Corey wasn't Alberto Del Rio being careless, he did it on purpose, he bullied Graves and now he's out of a job just like Amazing Red. Two men from the same Army, the same family, taken out of their job in one way or another. That's not just a personal injustice, that's not just a coincidence, we are being targeted Don. By who? I don't know, but we will find out. Broken arms, ended careers.. Then, to make matters worse Roman Reigns goes and attacks Graves tonight. An injured man, a man with a broken arm, a defenseless man.. bullied.

The Ryback looks directly into the camera.

{{The Ryback}}
Roman, you better disappear like your buddy Seth did and you better do it quick. Because unlike The Shield, West Side Army members look after their own. And I will make you pay for what you did to Corey Graves earlier tonight. You just wait and see, nothing and no one gets past The Ryback's revenge, you better Believe in that.. Anyways, that leaves just one of the West Side Army originals standing. And I plan on keeping it that way, last week I pulled a muscle in my back and strained one in my arm due to those chair shots. The doctors said I couldn't compete this week, or last week, which is why Antonio Cesaro was lucky enough to get out of being put through a table. Thankfully they said that I will hopefully be cleared to compete again next week, luckily I wasn't injured but I very well could have been. This bullying needs to stop. The wrestlers in the back shouldn't have to be afraid for their careers, there should be some sort of sense of security, which is why I hired this team standing around me to protect me from the bullies in the back, seeing as the XWL management can't protect us themselves. But all of this shouldn't be necessary, all of this shouldn't have to be done, all of this, well.. isn't that right Mr. West?

The Ryback hands the mic to Don West.

{{Don West}}
Don’t even get me started on the atrocities that happened to my clients Corey Graves and Amazing Red. Each and every time The West Side Army is wronged, every time we are treated unfairly by this so-called “great” company, not a single voice is raised in opposition, not a single person stands up and fights against the injustice, and that just goes to show that each and every one of you sitting in this arena are a bunch of hypocrites, a pack of sheep , and now that The Ryback has mentioned it, you’re notion but a bunch of bullies too. If what happened to us happened to your beloved Motor City Machine Guns you would all be rioting in the streets! Look at The Ryback! Look at him! He can barely walk, he’s being paid to wrestle but thanks to that scumbag Eric Young he can’t even do that! Why hasn’t that freak been arrested and charged with aggravated assault? Why hasn’t Alberto Del Rio been stripped of his World Title opportunity for what he did to Corey? I’ll tell you why? It’s because this godforsaken company wants to see The West Side Army drop dead and fail but as long as there’s still breath in my body this group will love on. Ryback won’t be hurt forever, Ryback will not be on the wrong side of attacks by that wannabe superhero Eric Young forever. It’s only a matter of time before he’s back to being the same old beast that strikes fear into the hearts of every one that crosses paths with him. It’s only a matter of time before Ryback gets his just desserts, but that won’t be enough, it’ll never be enough and somehow XWL will have to find a way to Feed.Him.More. Feed him your champions, feed him your heroes, feed him the men you think will save this place from the rampage that is bound to come, and watch teary-eyed as they all fall One.by.one.

Don hands the mic to The Ryback but before the monster can speak he is interrupted by…












The crowd enters a state of appreciation as the bearded weirdo comes out onto the ramp, tongue dangling out of his mouth with one finger pointed up into the air. The security as ringside is seen to grow tighter around The Ryback and Don West as West barks orders at them. Young makes his way down the ramp, stopping one of the camera men on his way down to shove his face into the camera and smile wildly. EY then turns to an official who pokes him on his shoulder, handing him a mic. Young stares at it, smiling, and then suddenly hugs the man. The official stands there awkwardly, looking around as EY hugs him.

Young lets him go, wipes away what appears to be a tear and takes the mic, thanking the official. The official pats him on the back slowly and then backs away, as Young turns to the ring. Young finishes his walk down the ramp in no time, sliding into the ring as he gets there. Young stands in the ring, staring down The Ryback and Don West as security gives him a menacing glare. Young raises his mic to his lips and addresses the duo.

{{Eric Young}}
You know, usually when someone calls themselves a human wrecking-ball, they don't hide behind a group of security guards with a strange little man.

Young cocks another smile as the crowd lets out a howl of laughter and approval. West and The Ryback hold their composure's, looking highly unimpressed by Young's remark.

{{Eric Young}}
Human wrecking-balls also don't cry about someone showing them how to walk the fine line either. You see, Ryback, I find you to be rather, well, stupid.

The Ryback cocks a slight grin at the audacity of the comment.

{{Eric Young}}
The reason I find you stupid, is because I don't think you get it. I heard Don West say just a few moments ago that his two clients, Red and Graves, met atrocities. The only atrocities around here is the fact that you are still employed after all the bull that you've been feeding these people week after week West. The same goes for you Ryback. You have this little game playing in your head where you're being bullied by someone. Who's bullying who around here, big guy? Two weeks ago, you put your hands on a helpless man who had no need being in your line of fire. All I'm doing is teaching you a lesson. When you step out of your way, to harm someone who doesn't deserve it, something comes back to bite you. I'm that something. Now, I understand your head might be pretty thick, but I thought you might of got it by now considering you are being helped around by crutches here tonight. Instead of getting the point I've been trying to make, you come out and cry more and more about your little buddy, Corey Graves. Don't get me wrong, I don't totally agree with what happened earlier tonight either, but that isn't the point here. The point is that-

Young is cut off as the two behind security had finally heard enough.

{{Don West}}
The point is, Young, that nobody, and I mean nobody knew who you were, cared what you were doing in this company or even realized you were alive half the time you were employed until the moment you got involved with my client. Now for the first time in the pathetic, sad little life you’re living, you’ve stepped out of the darkness of mediocrity and you’re now finally tasting the spotlight and now you’re getting your fifteen minutes of fame and all of a sudden you think you’re some big shot or high-caliber talent who can come out here, act tough and think you can impress or intimidate us? Are you kidding me? Here’s a newsflash for you buddy: the reason why I’m still employed is because I’m damn good at my job, while you’re a joke in the ring and you’ve bored me to tears the few minutes you’ve been out here… I mean, let’s face it, the most interesting thing about you is that ridiculous monstrosity growing on your face. You want to come out here out of the blue and call Ryback stupid? Well, I guess I shouldn’t come as a surprise, because a bully like you gets off on putting other people down. Let me tell you something, Young, thanks to your uncalled for attack, Ryback is down but he’s not out. He may be hurt, but he’s not vulnerable and one day you’ll learn the errors of your ways when Ryback personally shows you that you can’t just get away with pushing people around.

Young gives West a cold stare, all the happiness seeping out of him instantly.

{{Eric Young}}
I'm going to suggest you shut your mouth before I come through all of these guards and give you what you so rightly deserve.

West stares at Young appalled. Ryback's stare grows more intense and Young turns his attention to Ryback.

{{Eric Young}}
I heard you make the comment about being a man. Do you want a man out of this situation Ryback? Do you really? Because I am just itching to be that hero you called me when you beat me down a few weeks ago. Now instead of your fat friend talking for you, why don't you speak up and let's see how you feel this can be best handled. I'm all ears.

Young lets the mic fall from his lips, holding it in his hand as he shoots The Ryback a cold glare, awaiting an answer.

{{The Ryback}}
Does it make you feel good? Is that what it is Eric? Do you enjoy belittling people? Pushing people around? Is that why you assaulted me? Is that why you call Mr. West fat? Does it make you feel better about yourself, about all the years of being a joke, a comedy act, a disgrace.. Look at me Eric, this body, this face, this is what thrives in this business, I'm the real deal. And no matter how good bullying others may make you feel, you'll never be good enough to stand opposite me and be considered a threat, if we were to meet in this ring, well, ask you buddy The Hurricane what would happen to you. You may stand across from me now, but I'm injured, I need crutches to walk there's no way I'd be able to fight tonight. And you know that. That is why you're in this ring. Because if I was at one hundred percent, if I wasn't assaulted two weeks ago, you would have to be Stupid to dare look me in the eyes and talk to me the way you've been talking tonight. If we were to have a match you'd-

West holds up his hand, cutting The Ryback off.

{{Don West}}
Don’t waste your breath on him, Ryback. The way I see it you’re not the one at fault here; you don’t need to explain or defend yourself. You were the one that were wronged and the next words that said by anyone should come from the monster himself. That’s right, Young, I want you to open your big mouth and apologize for what you did! Man up and own up to your actions and admit what you did was downright despicable and maybe, just maybe, we’ll let you off easy. All you have to do is say the two magic words that will help make up for what you did then turn around and get the hell out of our faces.

Young smirks slightly, taken aback by this.

{{Eric Young}}
You want me to say two simple words, and be done with it? That's it? Then we will all go our happy little ways? That's not how this works. What I want, is to finally give Ryback what he deserves Don. It just so happens that the Monster Bash is just around the corner.

{{Don West}}
Ha! You think you have what it takes to get into the ring with the beast known as The Ryback and survive? When you’re dealing with somebody like him, it’s not even a matter of winning or losing, it’s a matter of whether or not you’ll live to see another day. But who am I to stop a man from committing career suicide? If this is what you want, if this is how you want it all to end to you, then by-god that’s how it’ll be. Unlike you, we here in The West Side Army, have class and self-respect so if you want this match to happen there’s no need for a silly contract, a gentleman’s agreement will do. So how about you come over here, shake The Ryback’s hand and make this whole thing official?

{{The Ryback}}
What? Shake my hand? Are you serious Don? I don't want him near me, look at me, I'm injured. After what he did to me last week there's no doubt in my mind that he won't stoop low enough to beat a cripple, after all bullies have no morals.

{{Don West}}
Don't worry Ryback, we have all this security around us.

{{The Ryback}}
Fine

Young runs a hand through his hair, then shrugs.

{{Eric Young}}
It's a really good thing that I'm not all right up in the head.

And with that, Young charges, jumping into the sea of security fists flying! Young stumbles backwards, two security guards at his feet as he starts swinging wildly at the other guards, looking to get to The Ryback. He grabs one of the guards by the scruff of his neck and throws him out of the ring. He jumps and dropkicks another one. Young stands, looking at The Ryback with a huge smile. Suddenly, a security guard comes darting in, tackling Young to the ground. Young struggles to push the man off, but does. As he comes back to his feet, he picks this man up by the throat and looks him in the eyes, smiling wildly still when-

WHACK!

Young falls to his knees as The Ryback stands behind him with a smirk on his monstrous face, one of his crutches in hand. The Human Wrecking Ball swings again, taking Young all the way down to the mat this time. The Ryback begins to swing over and over again, tired of Young and what he has been saying. The Ryback finally throws the crutch down, letting out the rest of his anger as he backs up and looks down at his prey before picking up a mic and beginning to speak.

{{The Ryback}}
You fool. You just took out the only thing protecting yourself from me. You see Eric, this security team wasn't out here to protect me, ha, no, I don't need protecting, I'm The Ryback, I'm the True Apex Predator, The Real Next Big Thing, The Anti-Hero of the XWL, The Human Wrecking Ball, and the list goes on and on but no matter what you call me the fact of the matter is I'm bigger than you, I'm stronger than you, and I'm better than you. This security team was out here to make sure that I didn't destroy you, not the other way around. After all, I want you to be in one piece at Monster Bash. Oh yeah, and one more thing..

The Ryback scoops Eric Young onto his shoulder and begins to march around the ring before hitting the Shell Shocked.

{{The Ryback}}
I'm not hurt. What you did to me two weeks ago would have taken out a lesser man, but your bullying had no effect on this machine. At Monster Bash you want to see exactly what I'm capable of? You want to go one on one with The Ryback? You want to be my next victim? My next prey?

The Ryback walks over to the unconscious Eric Young and picks up his hand to shake it

{{The Ryback}}
You're on.

FEED..ME...MORE!!!!.... The theme of The Ryback begins to play as he stands over Eric Young. Don West says something to the downed Young then pats The Ryback on the shoulder. With that West steps through the ropes, down the ramp, and onto the floor. The Ryback picks his crutches up and dramatically pretends to use them to get to the ropes, he then throws the crutches to the ground and laughs before hopping down from the apron onto the floor, showing off his lack of injuries before we go to a commercial break

The cameras cut backstage to show Jeremy Borash standing by with both members of The Motor City Machine Guns and both halves of the Ersatz Tag Team Champions: Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley!

{Jeremy Borash}
Welcome back to the show Ladies and Gentleman! This is your main man JB here standing by with Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin who I have the pleasure of interviewing at the moment. Gentleman, thank you for joining me.

{Alex Shelley}
No, thank you, Mr. Interviewer Man, it feels good just standing back here, the three of us against the world, shooting the breeze for old time’s sake.

{Chris Sabin}
The pleasure is all ours, JB, it's been a while since the three of us were in the same room. And when I heard that you were going to treat us to some pancakes after the show if we agreed, we couldn't pass up this opportunity.

{Jeremy Borash}
That’s great to hear, now we’re closing in on The Monster’s Bash which marks two very important milestones. For starters, Alex, by then you’d have officially become the second-longest reigning United States Champion in XWL history. How does it feel having made such a mark with the title?

{Alex Shelley}
And you know something? It doesn’t even feel that long since I won the belt. Just yesterday I was taking on Wade Barrett with a couple of sharks surrounding the ring, and tomorrow I’ll be dealing with Kenny King for the second month in a row with every kind if chair imaginable at our disposal. Wait.. is it tomorrow? Man, that nap was longer than I thought…

{Jeremy Borash}
No worries, Alex, you still have plenty of time to prepare, not only for that match but for the show that marks a full year since The Motor City Machine Guns came together. An entire year! Chris, I know you must have been asked this question to death, but how have you guys managed to go on for so long? Many were expecting there to be some tension between the two of you, considering the vastly different trajectory your careers have gone since Final Stand.

{Chris Sabin}
We've stuck by each other through the good, the bad, and in the cases of Alex's opponent for his United States Championship, Kenny King, and my former rival in The Miz, the ugly. It's no secret why The Guns are still here, even through all the hardships we have gone through in not just this past year, but throughout our careers, through the ups and the downs, one thing hasn't changed. Do you know what that is, JB? Our goal to be the best tag team in not just this company, but in the entire world. But how exactly are we supposed to prove that we're the best when there are no teams to challenge?

{Jeremy Borash}
I can see what you mean, it’s often just you guys and then everyone else way down below.

{Chris Sabin}
So while we wait before we take matters into our hands yet again, we decided that it would be best to focus on our singles careers for the time being. After that decision was made, Alex became the United States Champion, while I failed to defeat John Morrison for the Intercontinental Championship. Our careers have taken two drastically different turns, but that doesn't change the fact that Alex is the only person I could trust to have my back when I need it, and the same goes for him. If you really believe that just because Alex is the one having the success and I can't seem to get the job done when it matters, that I'm going to turn my back on him, then you don't know a damn thing about The Guns.

{Jeremy Borash}
And it is great to get a little insight on your relationship. Can you tell us a little more about how things are between you?

{Chris Sabin}
For one year, we've stuck by each other’s side, not because we had to, but because we wanted to. We've gotten to the point where we had to spend our hard earned money on getting these Ersatz Tag Team Championships, where we had to fly in some of the greatest tag teams this sport has ever seen to defend our championships because “management” doesn't seem to care about the tag team division like myself and Alex do. Instead, we're teased with a team showing up out of the blue for a few weeks before they disappear just as fast as they arrived, leaving us to once again be the last team standing.

{Jeremy Borash}
Alex, looking at everything you’ve been through what are your own personal thoughts on the different paths you and your partner have been through?

{Alex Shelley}
I can see why people would think they’re be animosity between us, but it’s as Chris said, we’re genuinely happy for one another and we want to see the other success, it isn’t that hard to understand. Today I’m the one having champion success, but tomorrow it could be Chris and when that day comes I’ll stand by and support him the same way. I was rooting for him against Morrison, I was rooting for him in the Elimination Chamber and I would have rooted for him against Christian. And had he become champion I wouldn’t have turned my back on him. Egos don’t always have to get in the way but these other guys are letting that happen and that’s why none of these johnny-come-lately teams are built to last. Not to say that it’s all peaches in the Motor City, there is trouble in paradise on occasion.

{Jeremy Borash}
Care to elaborate, Chris?

{Chris Sabin}
Johnny-come-lately teams? That's one I have to remember for when there's another team that steps up before they magically disappear. As for your question, JB, do you remember when I fell short of defeating Miz in the Ultimate X match at Digital Decision earlier this year? The stipulation of that match was that the winner would be rewarded with something from the other person in that match. Miz won and with that, he got my half of the Ersatz Tag Team Championships. He went to any and every length to not only annoy me but to annoy Alex, even going as far as calling himself and Alex the Miz City Machine Guns. But just like everything else in our careers, we got past that and we're still standing tall.

{Chris Sabin}
Speaking of Miz, I heard what you had to say earlier, but what I didn't hear is how you failed to become the United States Champion after your “triumphant” victory over me in our two out of three falls match. Why is that? Do you think that by ignoring your failures, people would actually believe that you are better than Chris Sabin? Everybody knows that if you and I went at it in that ring one more time, I would be the one getting their arm raised as the victor. The only way you could beat me is if there's weapons involved. You couldn't hold a candle to what I'm capable of in that ring in a wrestling match.

{Chris Sabin}
The Monster Bash marks one year of The Guns being a team and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate it than by shutting you up after I beat you in that ring, Miz. You want to “talk,” then let us talk, I'm not that hard to find, so I'm issuing the challenge: You and me, The Miz versus Chris Sabin, one more time. You can even pick the time and place if you want.

{Alex Shelley}
You want to talk about magically disappearing? Did Bad Influence even make it to the locker room?

{Chris Sabin}
Guess their name really is fitting, isn't it? At least they tried to make it to the arena, unlike The American Wolves at Final Stand.

{Alex Shelley}
Speaking of people ducking challenges, did that Sangriento guy ever make it to the arena to take you on last week?

{Chris Sabin}
Surprisingly, he did. I would have expected Don West to try to get him out of the match, but that's not what happened. From what I'm told, the camera feed was cut when we were out there, what are the chances? Luckily, JB here managed to get the footage so the people at home could see what really happened.

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The moment Sangriento’s theme hits is the moment the mood in the arena completely changes. The fans, once happy, giddy and eager to see the show carry on, are now on their feet booing the masked man as he walks out onto the stage with his official promoter, Don West, not too far behind him.

West has been on a verbal crusade since day one trying to get the suits in XWL to buy the products he’s selling. Week after week the people have had to sit and listen and West hypes up the members in The West Side Army, trying to get the world to believe that they’re God’s gifts to wrestling and the next big things, while putting down everyone else in the process.

Frustratingly enough, each member of The Army has been able to walk the walk the walk and the fans have been longing to see them get what’s coming to them. They had a brief moment of victory, a moment to feel ecstatic, when Amazing Red was suspended indefinitely, but he was replaces suspiciously quickly by the man who has arrived in the arena to do battle.

{Lillian Garcia}
The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tijuana, Mexico… weighing in at 160 pounds… Sangriento!

The boos intensify as Sangriento does his strange little dance, his shoulders bobbing up and down to the rhythm of a beat only he knows. Don West has a huge smirk on his face and he can be heard shouting over the roar of the crowd that another victim will fall tonight. The two men make their way down the ramp, confidence oozing from them with every step.

{Jim Ross}
To think that during a night that has so many matches where the only rule is that there are no rules, that this could be one of the most brutal is almost mind-blowing.

{Michael Cole}
Well that’s because Chris Sabin is such a worthless waste of space, that the beating Sangriento is going to give him is going to be hard to watch for the unfortunate handful of people that call themselves fans.

{Jerry Lawler}
There’s so much that was wrong and downright terrible about what you said that I just don’t even know where to begin.

{Michael Cole}
Are you trying to imply that I don’t know what I’m talking about? How about you try and prove me wrong then?

{Jerry Lawler}
Gladly. For starters, we know next to nothing about this Sangriento character. He hasn’t been around for even a month yet you’re acting like you’ve been watching him for years!

{Jim Ross}
Not that I take Don West’s words as gospel, but the man did say that Sangriento was a big star in Mexico before coming to XWL which should indicate how talented Sangriento may or may not be.

{Michael Cole}
And we should all know that Don has a keen eye for talent and doesn’t let just anybody call themselves a member of The West Side Army. Besides, need I remind you that last week Sangriento pinned two-time world champion, Dolph Ziggler, smack-dab in the middle of the ring?

{Jerry Lawler}
Oh please, West likes to think he’s some kind of mad genius, but the way I see it his little group has been a flop and is barely hanging on by a thread.

{Jim Ross}
Besides, while the win against Ziggler was impressive, Chris Sabin is very much a different beast. There’s no doubt he’ll be out for revenge for the way West and his cronies have targeted him going back to before Eye for an Eye.

{Michael Cole}
It’s not their fault Sabin is such an easy target.

{Jerry Lawler}
I wouldn’t say that at all, in fact, Sabin has been consistently one of the toughest competitors in XWL since resurfacing last year. He pushes every opponent to their limit and never gives up or throws in the towel when things get tough.



There’s an explosion of cheers as the theme of a man the fans are 1000% behind blares through the speakers. With his half of the Ersatz Tag Team Championship displayed proudly around his waist, Chris Sabin walks onto the stage and somehow the cheers get even louder than they were seconds before, then moments later the XWL faithful breakout in a chant of the Detroit-native’s name. Despite trying to look serious, the love being sent from the fans overwhelms Sabin and a smile creeps onto his face, as he aims his “gun” at Sangriento and West standing in the ring then shoots it while pyro explodes mimicking a gunshot.

{Lillian Garcia}
And his opponent, representing The Motor City Machine Guns, from Detroit, Michigan… weighing in at 215 pounds, he is one half of the Ersatz Tag Team Champions… Chris Sabin!

{Jim Ross}
And there he is folks, a man with a chip on his shoulder and a monkey on his back. You can just tell from the way he looks to the way he moves that Sabin believes he has a lot to prove tonight: to the fans, to the other wrestlers in the back and to himself.

{Michael Cole}
Yet the only thing he’s going to prove is something we’ve already known: that he’s a loser.

{Jerry Lawler}
You can’t win them all, Cole, and losing a match here and there doesn’t suddenly mean that Sabin isn’t a capable competitor and incredible athlete in his own right.

{Jim Ross}
For a man is size, Sabin is incredibly light on his feet and his one of the top high-flyers in XWL right now, rivaled by few in that department.

{Michael Cole}
Jumping high doesn’t make him a good wrestler…

{Jerry Lawler}
But it’s how he’s able to combine his speed with his smarts that allows him to be a threat to everyone he gets into the ring with.

{Jim Ross}
That’s a list that includes Sangriento, who’s a man Sabin has to be eager to get his hands on. Tonight Sabin will get a chance to right some wrongs in what may be an exciting match from start to finish. When you put two of the quickest men on the XWL roster in the same ring there are bound to be numerous breathtaking moments.

{Michael Cole}
I don’t know why you’re getting yourself and the poor people at home hyped up for some incredible back and forth contest, when there’s no doubt in my mind who the winner will be.

Normal Match


The crowd is hot as Sabin and Sangriento stand on opposite corners of the ring eyes each other down. Don West is standing on the apron rubbing Sangriento’s shoulders yelling that this is his match to lose, not Sabin’s to win. On the other side of the ring, Sabin is removing his entrance gear and hands his vest along with his title to someone outside of the ring to take care of. The Ref approaches both men to make sure that they’re ready and upon receiving confirmation he turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell officially getting things underway.

{Jim Ross}
Just listen to this crowd, they’ve been treated to one hell of a show thus far and it doesn’t look like things are going to slow down anytime soon.

{Michael Cole}
They better prepare for some disappoint when they realize the hard way that they’re backing the wrong horse.

{Jerry Lawler}
The people paid their hard-earned money to be here and as far as I’m concerned they more than have the right to cheer for who they want.

The two men inch closer and closer to each other while the crowd continues to chant Sabin’s name at a deafening volume showing their support for The Machine Gun. He goes for a lock up though Sangriento has other plans as he does a forward roll to get under Sabin’s arms, popping up on the other side. Sabin sarcastically applauds, although West’s praise for Sangriento’s display of athleticism appears to be legitimate. Sabin draws in close for another lock up attempt with Sangriento seemingly willing to play along this time around until he suddenly does a backflip for absolutely no reason but to show off nearly kicking an unsuspecting Sabin in the face.

Sangriento elicits some boos from the crowd, especially when he takes a bow to delight of West who screams at anyone who can hear him to shut their months and appreciate the spectacle in front of them. Not to be out done, Sabin does a front flip off his head, which is an impressive display of his own athleticism, but getting sucked into Sangriento’s game proves to be a mistake as the masked man lunges forward as soon as Sabin lands on his feet effectively taking down the man who outweighs him by over 50 pounds.

Sabin rolls under the bottom rope landing with a thud out of the ring, while inside of the ring Sangriento begins bounces up and down on his feet signaling that he’s going to take to the sky. Racing over to the other side of the ring to gather up steam, Sangriento is completely off guard by a pissed off Sabin who floors him with a clothesline. West sees the next clothesline coming and tells Sangriento to duck, but his client his still reeling from the first one thus allowing him to fall victim to the second. Sabin motions for Sangriento to get back up, but West quickly dashes over to the side of the ring they’re on so that he can pull Sangreinto out of the ring and to safety.

{Jim Ross}
And already we’ve seen that Don West won’t be a passive watcher in this match.

{Michael Cole}
What? Are you really trying to make him look like the bad guy? What would you do if you saw your best friend getting beat up?

{Jerry Lawler}
When your friend deserves it as much as Sangriento does, I’d let him get what’s coming to him.

Not deterred by West’s interference, Sabin motions to the crowd that he’s going to take a huge risk and in preparation for the suicide dive, he takes a running start to the other side of the ring  ready to take out both West and his lackey, but he’s intercepted as Sangriento hops onto the apron and drives a forearm into the crown of Sabin’s head. Seizing control of the brief opening in the match, Sangriento hustles to the top rope while a dazed Sabin stands to his feet. Sangriento dives off the top rope with a crossbody and nails it!

Before The Ref can even start a pin, Sabin rolls backwards onto his feet with Sangriento in his arms while shaking his head “no” in the direction of West. Sangriento throws a couple of vicious elbows into the side of Sabin’s head until he’s released from his clutches then he immediately takes Sabin by the arm and twists it. Sabin rolls onto the ground, immediately kips up to his feet and reverses the hold so that he’s the one twisting Sangriento’s arm. Sangriento does a cartwheel then slaps Sabin across the face!

Sabin holds his check while West trash talks on the outside of the ring saying that there’s a lot more where that slap came from. Sabin fakes a punch in retaliation and Sangriento falls for it by ducking, leaving his face vulnerable for an incoming knee right to the face that knocks him onto his ass. Sabin races over to the ropes and nails Sangriento with a dropkick to the face. He goes for the cover but doesn’t even get a two count as Sangriento quickly kicks out.

Sabin pulls Sangriento to his feet then shoots him over to the ropes. Sabin bends over looking for a back body drop, but Sangriento never returns. Sabin goes to him instead but gets flipped over the top rope and somehow manages to land on the apron in lieu of taking nasty spill to the outside. Sangriento’s punch is blocked then Sabin snatches him up looking to suplex him out of the ring! Sabin has Sangriento in the air and the masked man wiggles his legs widely until he’s able to shift the momentum enough to land next to Sabin on the apron.

Sabin strikes first with a headbutt although he stuns him as much as it does his opponent. Not looking to get into a striking exchange Sangriento suddenly flips off the apron looking to slam Sabin down onto the thin padding outside of the ring with a sunset flip powerbomb. Hanging onto the top rope with all his might, Sabin’s able to thwart the powerbomb attempt, then he tries to stomp on Sangriento’s head peaking up at him between his legs but the elusive masked man is able to dodge the blow. Sangriento walks away wagging his finger and shaking his head no and when he turns around Sabin charges and nearly decapitates him with a vicious soccer ball kick that turns Sangriento inside out.

{Jim Ross}
My goodness you could hear that kick all the way up in the nosebleeds.

{Michael Cole}
What a cheap move, Sangriento wasn’t prepared for that.

{Jerry Lawler}
You should be prepared for anything in XWL and I don’t know if Sangriento is going to recover from that kick. This may be over.

The crowd popped for that one as Sabin hops down off the apron not looking to give his opponent any chance to breathe. Picking up Sangriento in a set up for a powerbomb, Sabin charges forward, launching him into the ring post! West shouts at The Ref saying that Sabin should be disqualified for using the steel post as a weapon. Sabin bends over to pick up Sangriento who suddenly throws his arm up and low blows him! The Ref was completely distracted by West and didn’t see a damn thing to the dismay of the crowd who lets the boos rain down.

Sangriento rolls Sabin into the ring and quickly slides under the bottom rope after him so that he can go for the pin: 1! 2! Sabin’s arm shoots into the air! Sangriento sits up and places his hands on his head in shock and disbelief while West goes back to badgering The Ref saying that he purposely counted slowly to screw his client over. Sangriento watches as Sabin gets to his feet then rocks him with a quick jab to the jaw, following that up with a chop to the chest that backs Sabin into the ropes.

Sangriento races over to the over side of the ring and his shadowed by Sabin to drives his knee into Sangriento’s gut the moment he turns around. Sabin does a snapmare, flipping Sangriento into the center of the ring on his ass, then Sabin hits to ropes gathering momentum for another vicious kick that Sangriento is able to block before his teeth could get knocked down his throat. Still holding onto Sabin’s foot, Sangriento quickly rolls through and before Sabin realizes it, he’s placed into a single legged boston crab.

{Jim Ross}
Sangriento was ready for the kick that time, and now he has Sabin in this painful looking submission hold!

{Michael Cole}
Lightening wasn’t about to strike twice for that clown. He might as well tap out and save himself the embarrassment.

{Jerry Lawler}
Sabin’s not going to quit just because you ask him to Cole. Unlike you he actually has a spine.

{Jim Ross}
A spine that may get snap in half if he isn’t careful.

The hold is locked in tight, and judging from the look on his face, Sabin is in some excruciating pain. But with the voices of the thousands packed into this sold-out arena here tonight willing him on, Sabin fights through the pain clawing his way over to the ropes. The lone dissenting voice belongs to West who’s on the side of the ring Sabin is crawling towards screaming at him to tap. If anything, West’s words are having the opposite effect as Sabin starts crawling faster until he’s just a fingertip away… West pulls the ropes away!

Second by second we’re really seeing how despicable one man can be, as Sabin is forced to endure the boston crab longer because of West. The Ref finally sees and orders Sangriento to break the hold although he doesn’t exactly do it right away forcing The Ref to begin the five count. Sangriento breaks at the count of four and gets right into the ref’s facing as if he were going to strike him, but it’s merely a ploy because on the other side of the ring West slaps Sabin across the face then innocently walks away when the ref turns around.

The boos start up again as Sangriento pulls Sabin away from the ropes and tries to get the victory: 1! 2! Sabin throws his arms into the air keeping the match going as West throws a hissy fit on the outside of the ring. Sangriento attempts to pull Sabin to his feet only to eat several shots to the ribs for the trouble. The crowd starts getting behind Sabin as he attempts to string some offense together. Sabin rises to his feet still throwing punches and you can feel the momentum shift as things finally start going his way until Sangriento thumbs him in the eye.

{Jim Ross}
Does this guy know how to play fair? He’s been bending the rules since the bell rang.

{Michael Cole}
Um, excuse me, but if what he did was so wrong he would have been disqualified.

{Jerry Lawler}
Considering everything he and Don West have pulled, he should have been by now.

With Sabin temporarily blinded Sangriento follows up the thumb to the eyes with a spinning back kick to the gut that doubles Sabin over. He runs over to the ropes then comes back over to Sabin looking to hit a satellite DDT, but somehow Sabin’s able to land Sangriento onto his feet, then he turns and hits a northern lights suplex throwing Sangriento into the turnbuckles! Sabin gets up and puts the already upside down Sangriento into a tree of woe. Sabin dashes over to the other side of the ring, steps off the turnbuckle to give himself a little boost so that the hesitation dropkick is that much more devastating!

Sangriento is still hanging there, and Sabin takes advantage, but sitting up onto the top rope and climbing up behind setting up for a move that looks to be incredibly risky and dangerous for both men. Sangriento tries to put up a fight, but it only takes a few clubbing bows to the upper back to stop him, then Sabin hoists him into the air and both men go crashing down to the mat after a huge back suplex! The move took a lot out of Sabin too, but he has enough left in him to drag his body over to Sangriento’s and put an arm over his chest: 1! 2! Sangriento kicks out!

Sabin sits up, a look of shock on his face at the thought that such a big move wasn’t able to keep such a small man down for the three count. With the fans breaking into a rhythmic clap, Sabin realizes the only option for him is to keep pushing forward. He turns around to see that Sangriento has rolled away from him and is now attempting to stand to his feet in the corner. Sabin slides over to the opposite side and when Sangriento is nearly all the way up Sabin charges but misses with his signature big boot as Sangriento gets out of the way and takes Sabin down with a school boy: 1! 2! The Ref catches Sangriento’s feet on the ropes and stops the count to the delight of the fan.

{Jim Ross}
Aw man, thank goodness The Ref saw that. Could you imagine if a match like this ended on a note like that?

{Michael Cole}
There’s nothing wrong with the better man winning. As far as I’m concerned, the ends justify the means.

{Jerry Lawler}
And would you listen to this idiot, Don West? How did Sangriento’s feet “accidently” get on the ropes?

{Jim Ross}
Considering Don West could sell ice to an eskimo, I’m a little concerned that the official may actually believe something West says.

{Michael Cole}
And what’s wrong with believing the truth? Did that suddenly become a crime when I wasn’t paying attention?

{Jerry Lawler}
Well you miss a lot even when you are paying attention, Cole.

With Sangriento arguing with The Ref for allegedly wrongfully stopping the count, Sabin sneaks up behind and does a school boy of his own: 1! Sabin muscles up, showing that he’s a lot more than a speed demon, lifting Sangriento into the air then recklessly throwing him into the corner, this time with a sick looking powerbomb. Sabin races over to the other side of the ring and comes back with a headful of steam and he connects with a jaw-shattering boot! The crowd goes “oh” as Sabin freezes there with his leg draped over the rope while Sangriento slumps to the ground.

Crawling away, Sangriento desperately tries to create some distance between himself and his aggressor but Sabin isn’t about to let him off that easily. He grabs Sangriento’s foot, but gets kicked in the face with the other and is sent reeling back towards the ropes while Sangriento quickly scrambles to his feet. He takes Sabin by the arm and shoots him over to the other side of the ring. Sabin comes back with a baseball slide but Sangriento sees it coming, leaps into the air and comes down on Sabin’s back hard with a double foot stomp.

Back in control, Sangriento peppers Sabin with stiff kicks to the chest while the Ersatz tag champ attempts to get to his feet. Sabin grabs Sangriento’s leg preventing another kick from caving in his chest, and stands while Sangriento tries to keep his balance by hopping up and down on his other leg. He swings his arms wildly hoping to connect with something but Sabin is too far leaving Sangriento helpless. In the blink of an eye, Sabin spins on his heels and kicks out Sangriento’s other leg from under him. He quickly bends over and takes hold of both legs then falls back and catapults Sangriento into the corner!

Like a cat, Sangriento’s able to land on his feet on the middle turnbuckle then nails an approaching Sabin in the face with a sharp kick. Sabin stumbles backwards creating just enough space for Sangriento to dive off the middle turnbuckle with a move that looks suspiciously close to The Red Eye, but it’s a moot point as Sabin connects with a dropkick in midair! He quickly crawls over to Sangriento and goes for the pin: 1! 2! Sangriento gets his shoulder off the mat!

{Jim Ross}
I thought that was it! My god, I really thought Chris Sabin had the match won right there.

{Michael Cole}
Oh come on, you really thought someone like Sangriento would lose to a dropkick?

{Jerry Lawler}
He was caught in midair with absolutely nowhere to go and no way to block or dodge which made that dropkick ten times worse than a normal one.

Sabin slaps the mat in frustration at being unable to put this pest away while the fans chant his name. Sangriento his on his hands and knees by the ropes, and when Sabin walks over to him, he reaches up to grab him by the front of his pants then pulls on Sabin causing him to tumble through the ropes and out of the ring. Sangriento pulls himself to his feet with the sound of boos filling his ears, but almost as if the sound served as a motivator instead of a deterrent, Sangriento races over to the other side of the ring with a burst of energy, comes back over to the side of the ring Sabin is off and flips cleanly over top rope and drops down on his opponent!

The Ref exits the ring to makes sure that both men are able to continue the match. He checks Sabin first, but when he goes over to Sangriento, West pushes him away screaming at the official to stay away from his client. West helps an obviously hurting Sangriento to his feet and watches gleefully as Sangriento stomps savagely and relentlessly on Sabin’s carcass. The Ref’s count gets to three and West tells Sangriento to get back into the ring and take a breather and his client obliges.

The count is at five when Sangriento rolls under the bottom rope and lays there on the mat while the count hits six and then seven. The crowd is getting a little antsy as Sabin finally begins to stir, but he isn’t exactly moving at the speed of light. Crawling as quickly as he can, Sabin can barely hear The Ref scream out eight and then nine over the roar of the crowd. Just before ten, Sabin uses the last of his energy to lunge under the bottom rope and there’s a big pop from the crowd as the match is extended a little longer.

{Jim Ross}
Talk about cutting it close, another second and it would have been all over for Sabin.

{Michael Cole}
At the speed the referee was counting, he had at least another minute or two to get back into the ring.

{Jerry Lawler}
You can’t be serious, Cole…

Sangriento rolls onto his side to see Sabin laying there and if we could see his face there would just have to be an expression of disbelief on it. But Sangriento recovers from his state of shock and mounts Sabin so that he can let loose with a flurry of rights and lefts until Sabin is able to push him off. Sabin rolls towards the middle of the ring and away from Sangriento who is huffing and puffing on a knee by the ropes. When Sabin gets to a standing base, Sangriento charges forward right into Sabin’s waiting arms and gets hit with an atomic drop. Sabin hangs onto his prey, hoisting him into the air, then stumbling backwards before dropping him throat first onto the top rope.

This time it’s Sangriento who falls and rolls over to the center of the ring and when he rises up to a knee Sabin races towards him and connects with one of the loudest enzuigiri’s ever! Sangriento crumbles to the ground in a heap and Sabin shoots the half so that he can go for the pin: 1! 2! Kick out! Sangriento kicked out! Sabin shakes his head while running a hand through his sweat damped hair.

He motions for Sangriento to get to his feet, then he runs over to the ropes when he springboards off then plants Sangriento skull first into the mat. Sabin’s not done there as he floats over with his arm still wrapper around Sangriento’s head. Whatever move he was going for is stopped as Sangriento spins out of Sabin’s grasp then kicks him in the gut. Showing some impressive strength of his own is Sangriento who lifts Sabin into air for what looks to be a brainbuster and spikes his head into the mat! Completely worn out, Sangriento can’t even capitalize on the move by following it up with another attack or a pinfall attempt.

On the outside of the ring, West is yelling at The Ref to help Sangriento over to Sabin so that he can go for the pin, but the official isn’t about to get involved in that capacity. Instead, he starts another ten count where this match could very well end in a draw if neither man can make it back to their feet.

{Jim Ross}
What a rollercoaster of a match this has been. They’ve thrown everything at each other yet haven’t been able to find that one move that could end this match once and for all.

{Michael Cole}
Are you kidding me? It should be clear for everyone, that Sangriento has been toying with Sabin all along. Trying to make him feel good by letting him hit a couple of moves before going in for the kill. What I stand up guy.

{Jerry Lawler}
I highly doubt that’s the case. Sangriento may have thought that Sabin would be someone he can toy with, but he’s finding out the hard way how much heart that young man has.

{Jim Ross}
Both men may be guilty of underestimating the other, but I think that by now they’re starting to see the other in a different light.

{Michael Cole}
The lighting doesn’t change who the better man or wrestler is. Sabin may be tougher than he looks, but all that means is that Sangriento is going to have to hit him a little harder to knock him down and out.

{Jerry Lawler}
That may be a lot easier said than done, especially if nobody can get to their feet before the ref can count to ten.

{Jim Ross}
Look at the hell they’ve put each other through. How could they have anything else left in the tank at this point?

{Michael Cole}
You can’t prove that you’re the better man by lying on your back. Maybe that’s how Sabin was able to build his following, but Sangriento is better than that.

{Jerry Lawler}
The Ref’s count is at seven and they’ve only just begun to stir! This could be close…

With one using the other for support, Sabin and Sangriento work their way back to their feet, trading some incredibly stiff punches along the way. Every time Sabin connects with a punch the crowd lets out an emphatic “yay” and every time Sangriento responds with a jab of his own, the crowd screams “boo” just as loud. Sabin hits a particularly hard shot that sends Sangriento staggering backwards, but he’s somehow able to keep his balance and return the favor with a jab that gets Sabin right on the point of the chin.

Yay!

Boo!

Yay!

Boo!

Yay!

Boo!

Yay!

Yay!

Yay!

Sabin’s getting the better of the smaller Sangriento and winds up to go for the final shot, but Sangriento ducks under then unabashedly stomps on Sabin’s foot. The crowd boos as Sangriento pushes Sabin back against the ropes then shoots him off to the other side of the ring only for his throw to be reversed. Sangriento rebounds off the ropes and sees that Sabin set up for the back body drop too early. Sangriento hops onto Sabin’s back looking to go for what looks to be Code Red, though Sabin reverses the attempt, by flipping Sangriento over his back until they stand face to face.

Sabin strikes first by driving his knee into Sangriento’s gut then lifts into the air in a crucifix hold then drops Sangriento onto the mat with the Over Easy DDT! Sabin hopes that moves was enough to finish things off: 1! 2! No, kick out! As if he saw that coming, Sabin doesn’t hesitate walking over to the ropes where he exits the ring to get onto the apron. He stomps his foot in a rhythm that the crowd quickly picks up and they begin clapping along. Sangriento isn’t quick to his feet and that allows West to work his way around the ring.

He’s not the sneakiest man and Sabin immediately spots him as he turns the corner and tells the big man to back off. West throws his arms up innocently and walks away allowing Sabin to shift his attention back over to Sangriento. Sabin springboards off the top rope ready to connect with his signature clothesline, but Sangriento was clearly playing possum as he ducks under though Sabin thinks quickly and rolls onto his feet.

By then, Sangriento has already rebounded off the ropes, and he goes for what looks to be a quesadora bulldog, but turns it into a arm drag at the last second sending Sabin flying across the ring. Sangriento charges over to Sabin who was already working his way back up to his feet, leaps onto his shoulders, then spikes his head into the mat with a hurricanrana. Thinking that that has to be more than enough, Sangriento goes for a rather nonchalant cover simply placing a foot on Sabin’s chest: 1! 2! Sabin knocks the boot off his chest.

{Jim Ross}
That cockiness backfired on Sangriento there.

{Michael Cole}
Or maybe luck is paying off for Sabin here.

{Jerry Lawler}
Luck can only get you so far before talent and skill have to take over.

Sangriento is getting pretty cocky now talking trash in Spanish while Sabin grabs at him to pull himself to his feet. Sangriento places his hand in Sabin’s face and pushes him back down though his opponent doesn’t stay on the ground for long. When he gets up to a knee, Sangriento shakes his head then turns to run the ropes, but Sabin comes back to life, grabs Sangriento by the tights and pulls him back towards him.

Sabin’s looking for a german suplex now, but Sangriento blocks the attempt with his foot then focuses on trying to break Sabin’s grip. Sangriento forces them over to the ropes where he steps off of them to try to flip over Sabin, but it backfires as Sabin uses to momentum to toss Sangriento over his head with the german and Sangriento looks to lands on the top of his head before rolling back onto his feet. Sangriento’s knees look to be made of rubber and it’s a wonder he’s able to stand it’s even more miraculous that he’s able to catch the incoming Sabin with a drop toe hold draping him over the middle rope!

Sangriento slaps his head to try to snap himself back into the game, the he runs from to the other side of the ring and back where he hits the tiger feint kick! Sabin falls on his back in the ring, while Sangriento remains on the apron though he doesn’t stay there for long as West urges him to get over to the turnbuckles. Sangriento climbs to the top with his back facing the ring and after taking a deep breath he leaps into the air and hits Infrared!

After hitting the move, Sangriento finds himself back on his feet and stumbles over to the corner. He turns back to look at Sabin then runs his thumb along the base of his throat before charging forward with the standing shooting star press but Sabin gets a knee up then does a small package: 1! 2! Sangriento just kicks out before the count of three and West looks like he was about to have a heart attack on the outside of the ring.

{Jim Ross}
Wow, that was as close as it gets, another fraction of a second and Sabin would have had this match won.

{Michael Cole}
But of course the great Sangriento was able to kick out because he wasn’t about to lose because of a roll up.

{Jerry Lawler}
You didn’t sound that sure of his abilities during the pin.

The crowd is chanting “Let’s go, Sabin!” louder than they have all match because of how damn close he was to winning this battle. He puts a hand on his knee to help him to his feet then turns to look at Sangriento who is on a knee trying to stand himself. Sabin goes to unleash another deadly kick, this one a roundhouse, but Sangriento ducks under, then quickly pops under Sabin lifting him into the air with an electric chair and drops him backwards against the turnbuckles!

Sangriento rolls away from Sabin and get to his feet, then charges over steps up Sabin’s checks before jumping off and doing a roll back onto his feet. Replays show that the back of Sabin’s head hit the top turnbuckle in a nasty way and he may very well be out of it. Sangriento comes charging back again, this time opting to just blatantly choke Sabin in front of The Ref, though he never showed any respect to the rules prior to this anyway. The Ref starts the five count and Sangriento breaks right after four, but then just begins choking Sabin again.

While that was going on, West slides a steel chair by the corner on the exact opposite side of the ring, then he races back over to the corner where Sangriento is choking Sabin and hops onto the apron completely absorbing the ref’s attention. Sangriento quickly scurries over to the other side of the ring and grabs the chair as Sabin staggers out of the corner coughing violently while still not being completely all there after hitting his head on the turnbuckles.

The crowd boos thinking that Sangriento is going to hit Sabin with the chair, but instead he slams it hard onto the mat, then tosses the chair to Sabin while he crumbles to the ground. Hearing the sound, The Ref turns around and sees the scene that Sangriento staged. Still on the apron, West is shouting that Sabin, took a page from his cheating buddy’s playbook. Snapping back to reality, Sabin realizes what just happened and tosses the chair down while trying to plead his case to The Ref, but it’s already too late as he calls for the bell.













{Jim Ross}
You have to be kidding me… how could such a great match end like that?

{Michael Cole}
Well what was Sabin doing with a chair in his hands? As far as I’m concerned

{Jerry Lawler}
You get stupider by the word, Cole, because it was plain to see that Sangriento set Sabin up!

Sabin is beyond upset as he continues trying to tell The Ref what really happened while Sangriento slyly rolls out of the ring and into the arms of West who he leans on whole pretending to be hurt. The cameras cut back to real time where Shelley is seen shaking his head.  

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{Alex Shelley}
Now ain’t that something? I told you I should have gone out there to keep an eye on West.

{Chris Sabin}
I think you would have needed to keep more than one eye on him, but you and I both know that you had that Money in the Bank Ladder Match to prepare for.

{Jeremy Borash}
Before we get to the ladder match, Chris, what are your thoughts on the match ending like that after it seemed like such an even battle for so long prior to that moment?

{Chris Sabin}
He took the cowards way out, sure, but a win's a win in the end. Sangriento isn't as dumb as he looks, he knew what he was doing, even with an assist from Don West. He outsmarted me and my only regret is that I didn't hit him over the head with that very same chair. That says a lot about Don West's “army,” doesn't it?

{Jeremy Borash}
They haven’t been known to play by the rules, that’s for sure. Though after the way that match went down, are you worried about what’ll happen come Monster Bash if Miz were to accept your challenge? As far as momentum is concerned, you’d be at a disadvantage.

{Chris Sabin}
Disadvantage? Against Miz? Really? It's Miz, the only person who's at a disadvantage is himself. Maybe if he learned to apply that Figure Four properly during his time off, then he may have the advantage, but until that happens, the momentum will be in the corner of The Guns. Tonight, he had Dean Ambrose to deal with. Alex and myself had a run in with Dean when he was with Men of Honor and it was the furthest thing from being pleasant. So if Miz could somehow make it past him, then he could very well have the momentum in his corner, but as you know, JB, never underestimate a Gun.

{Jeremy Borash}
But of course I wouldn’t. And since you bring it up, Men of Honor, was one of the many teams you’ve had run-ins with during your year together and…

{Alex Shelley}
And none of them are here today, which is the beauty of it all, really. Everybody wants to criticize an call us out for having these belts, but they’re not as quick to step up to try and prove that we’re not the best. Last year at Eye for an Eye we were involved in the first ever triple threat tag team elimination chamber match, this year the closest thing we got to an epic tag battle was Dolph Ziggler and Chris Jericho taking on each other with their egos in their corner. You think we wanted to go out there and face slapped together teams like Ted DiBiase and Edge? That’s an insult to us that that’s the best this company can put together for us, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers right? And you better believe we’ve done a whole heap of begging, and pleading, hell I think I saw Chris shed a tear once, and look at where that got us. We may be at the top, but we can’t even say we’re on a mountain because it didn’t take that much effort to get up here. It was more of a casual Sunday stroll than a grueling climb.

{Chris Sabin}
Teams come and go, but The Motor City Machine Guns are here to stay. We've proven that when we outlasted every single team that decided to show up in this company, only to be fired a few weeks later. We've done everything in our power to get this tag division rolling but it seems that no matter what we do, it just refuses to happen. Normally, that should demoralize you and make you want to call it a day, but The Guns just refuse to let it go because we know that it's only a matter of time before it happens. “Good things happen to those who wait.” We've been waiting for a year for something, anything, and we'll wait five more years if we have to. Our singles careers may have taken two drastically different directions, but our history as a tag team speaks for itself. We've outlasted teams that are hungry, like The American Wolves...

{Alex Shelley}
Those were a bunch of stand-up guys. Remember Orton and Curtis? Talk about dysfunctional, that was surely built to last…

{Chris Sabin}
And speaking about dysfunctional, how about that Wyatt Family? Who would have thought that they would end up as a team, let alone terrorizing anybody in their path? Sounds a bit familiar...

{Alex Shelley}
I think I know where you’re going with this because was there anything scarier than Morrison and Sandow walking around using all those big words. They gave me such a headache sometimes, and I’m not just talking about when they broke a bottle over my head…

{Chris Sabin}
It could have been much worse, like when the Kings of Wrestling decided to spoil our first attempt at a reunion by taking me out. Jokes on them though, we're still standing while they're nowhere to be seen...

{Alex Shelley}
Well Cesaro’s still alive and kicking, looking as bald as ever, only rivaled by the chrome dome of Christopher Daniels who unfortunately couldn’t get it together with his partner. Hey, maybe Kaz thought he’d be better off trying to get the ol’ Fortune band back together with Styles….

{Chris Sabin}
Cause that went so well the first time around.  Speaking about getting the band back together, a DX reunion ended as quickly as it began and I'm not talking about Shawn Michaels and Triple H. I wonder what Billy Gunn and Road Dogg are up to nowadays...

{Alex Shelley}
Doesn’t look like we’ll be getting Michaels and Hunter anytime soon; why can’t they just kiss and make up already? I mean the Road Warriors were two old guys who were able to last without getting at each other’s throats, even managed to beat us, then decided that was the perfect moment to retire and rode off into the sunset…

{Chris Sabin}
Just like Sting rode off into the sunset and left his “Mafia” to fend for themselves. I mean, he did help us against the nWo at the start of the year, but who leaves their “family” behind like that? It was probably for the best...

{Alex Shelley}
Ah, now, what a great memory that was. Two of us five of them, between them, Men of Honor and Shield, the odds certainly don’t like stacking up in our favor…

{Chris Sabin}
Just like the odds weren't in the favor of Bad Influence and LAX. They left before they were even given a chance to leave their mark. Damn shame really...

Still caught up on their trip down memory lane, The Guns begin walking away leaving a very confused JB in front of the camera.

{Jeremy Borash}
Guys? Guys? Do you want to finish this interview another time, then?

Suddenly The Guns pop back onto the screen from the opposite side they walked off startling JB who nearly drops his microphone.

{Alex Shelley}
At the end of the day, the past is the past and right now The Motor City Machine Guns care about three things: getting paid, getting laid and pushing forward as a tag team.

{Chris Sabin}
It doesn't matter who's the next team that steps up to us, because we're gunning everybody down.

The guns hold up their Ersatz Tag Titles with one hand, and point their fingers in the shape of a gun with the other, and that’s the last image we see before Breakdown fades to a video package.

Suddenly the quietness in the arena is broken by the start of the newly crowned Mr. Money in the Bank's theme blasting throughout the building. However despite DiBiase being a favorite typically, tonight he's not greeted by a massive pop of glee, but more so a mixed reception that's almost drowned out by the noticeably louder boos.

[JR]
Well, this is unusual...

[King]
Are those boos? Wow, not a very cheerful greeting to the new Mr. Money in the Bank.

[Michael Cole]
Who cares? These fans are always disrespectful anyways, why would tonight be any different?

[JR]
Wait, did you just pass up an opportunity at bashing Ted?


[Michael Cole]
Bashing? It's called an opinion, and regardless of my feelings of Ted...last week he overcame the massive pressure, and talent that was in the ring with him, and managed to pull down the briefcase, and claim it as his own, that's pretty impressive no matter who you are.


DiBiase steps out from behind the curtain, not leaping, or skipping as usual...perhaps the fact that he's being greeted by this not so warm welcome has him a bit puzzled. He doesn't savor in the moment like he usually would, he instead looks down at his briefcase, then walks, not skips down the ramp, ignoring the minority of fans that have their hands held out, and wasting no time in entering the ring. He sets his Money in the Bank case down in the center of the ring, then steps to the far end of the ring motioning for a microphone that he's quickly given.



Standing in the middle of the ring, he looks out at the mixed crowd, still confused, but he gets over it and raises his microphone up.


[Ted DiBiase]
Um, did I step off the plane and into Bizaro Land or something? In case it needs to be said, I know some people can't grasp the concept of "reality" given the fact that so many people try to escape their lives by coming to shows like this...to see people like me. But I'm not the guy that get's boo'd I'm the guy you cheer, so I'll forgive you for the totally unbefitting welcome I just got, just let's not ever have that happen again, okay? I mean do you see anybody else back there that actually cares about you and appreciates the support you bring to us every week? They're all too worried about who's ass they can kiss to get ahead, who they can manipulate to get what they desire, but that's not me.




[Ted DiBiase]
I'll tell you who you should be booing though, he's the real definition of a "bad guy" and that person is none other than Edge, duh!

The mere mention of Edge's name doesn't get boos like Ted's been getting for the words he's spoke, it actually gets a fairly loud following of cheers.


[Ted DiBiase]
No no no, guys...contrary to what people say about you, how they call you idiots, blind sheep that buy into anything, I know that's not true. So do yourselves a favor, from your friend Teddy, don't act like it by foolishly buying into this visage that Edge has put up.

Cheers continue for Edge, not Ted....which makes him hide his annoyance with a light chuckle.



[Ted DiBiase]
I said you're NOT supposed to buy into it, that means you don't cheer, you boo. Do like me, watch...I know it must be difficult for some of you not so bright people to grasp the notion of....but when a "good" guy is speaking you go like this....

Ted places his microphone down next to his briefcase, then begins to jump up and down excitedly, screaming "Yay!!! Woo Ted!! You're the greatest!" which has an exact opposite effect on the fans, and he begins to be on the receiving end of boos again. His display of what they're supposed to be doing comes to an end and he grabs his mic off the canvas.




[Ted DiBiase]
No, that's not it either...just keep practicing, I'm sure you'll get it right eventually. I mean guys, it's not hard...I'm the guy you cheer, Edge is the guy you boo....what's not to understand? Are  you forgetting the despicable things he's done? Oh he comes back acting all nice, like he's everyone's buddy, so that means we just forget about the horrible human being that he actually is? He's scum, he's a waste of life if you ask me, and you should, because I'd know that better than anyone!



[Ted DiBiase]
He got me fired, he stole my World Heavyweight Championship...he's a thief, he's a criminal, he's your every day living breathing villain, and he must be stopped. Don't fall for this notion that he's suddenly "good" there's nothing good about him! He's bad, for you slow ones out there, that means he's someone that you shouldn't be screaming your heads off for! I promise you this, you might be on the Edge train right now, yay he's back, yay he's good, I always knew it....but he's not, it's not a good thing that he's back, he's here to torment me once again, and for some reason, a reason that I just can't quite fathom, you're all believing this load of crap he's shoveling your way?! Edge is the vilest form of a human being, he has no regard for what's right, he doesn't care about any of you, he only cares about himself, and what he can get out of this business, not what he can put in!





[Ted DiBiase]
I am the hero here, and the quicker you get that, the less you look like a bunch of jackasses!

The crowd gives Ted a negative reaction as he goes to raise his microphone once more but is instantly cut off as the theme of none other then the man you'd expect to come out.



The crowd gives Edge a warmer welcome then they did Ted, without a doubt, as he makes his way through his signature smoke and onto the stage.



[King]
I'm not sure what is going on as of lately, but I don't know what to think with this whole Ted DiBiase and Edge fiasco going on.

[JR]
You've got that right, but I mean, Ted is being a little rough around the edges, no pun attended, with Edge. People can change, it is just hard to tell who is what really.

[Michael Cole]
Edge has that history of being known as the master manipulator but on the same note, people can change. Just look at Ted, he is as angry and as mean as we've ever seen him!



Edge makes his way over to the steps and walks up them before stepping into the ring. He is handed a microphone by someone at ringside before walking so he is across the ring from Ted, standing there a second before raising his microphone to speak.



[Edge]
Ted, you really need to let go of the past and focus on the future. Especially now that you hold that briefcase, what makes you think looking back on our past would help you win the World Heavyweight Championship in the future?

Edge pauses for a moment and Ted raises his microphone but is cut off by Edge, which doesn't seem to do Ted any favors.

[Edge]
Sorry to interrupt you, but it was more of a rhetorical question that I'd want you to actually think about. I want you to do that, because you really aren't doing that, you aren't really thinking all that much. You are too busy focusing on the past when you should be thinking about the future. Because of you reminiscing on the past, you are forgetting who you really are. And there is no need to lie, we all know this isn't the real Ted because the real Ted is fun loving and loves to cook up a good burger, so I've been told. What we have here is just.... Well, to put it in the nicest way possible... You're the Grinch of XWL now-a-days, ruining the mood for everyone around here because of how you act, it's just not cool.




[Ted DiBiase]
I'm the Grinch?! This coming from the guy that didn't steal Christmas, no...he stole something far worse from me, The World Heavyweight Championship! A title I'll get back now thanks to this very case right here...and no thanks to a lowlife like you! You don't know me, you don't even know yourself, look at you out here, acting like you're so different now...I see it in your eyes, Edge...I hear it in the tone of your voice, you're not trying to be my friend, you're not looking to be a pal, and you're no pal of mine let's get that straight right now! I see you for what you are, a sorry excuse of a man, and a worthless sack of crap that will finally get thrown out thanks to me this Sunday!

The boos are loud that follow, and they seem to reveal that the fans are not at all on Ted's side in this.



[Edge]
So... What I'm getting for this... You think you know me, get it? But actually, you think you know me? You think you know what I think? Did Daddy go out and buy you a mind reader or something because Ted, you don't know me. I'm trying to be the better man here and all you're doing is making a fool out of yourself because of the way that you are acting. Honestly Ted, why is Sunday even a big deal anymore? It was said that you won't be given a World Heavyweight Championship match unless you beat me but guess what? You earned one, and now it is like our match doesn't have a point to it but you just keep bringing up reasons to cause a fight because you're turning into a young yet bitter man who is just picking a fight that history says you can't win. I'm trying to help you before you go off the deep end and hit Rock Bottom... But you just don't want my help. You may hate to admit it, but you aren't the same Ted DiBiase from a few weeks ago... You've changed, for the worse and these fans can back me up on that.

The fans cheer Edge as he lowers his microphone.

[Ted DiBiase]
Well forgive me for not skipping around like I haven't got a care in the world, you took that carefree nature from me, you caused my downfall, and I'm not about to just throw my hands up in the air and forget about that all because you're supposed to be "good" now! That doesn't change the way I feel about you, you have to take responsibility for what you did, and just like on Cody at Eye For An Eye...I intend on having my revenge a The Monster Bash! I returned there one year ago, and started my journey back into this company, a journey paved with every obstacle they could put in my way, and now it has all come back to you. You're the last of those that tried to take THIS, this life, this career, this job....from me...and I WILL make you pay! You hear me?! You hear me you sorry son of a bitch?! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY! I will make you beg for mercy like I had to beg Vickie for my job back! She didn't care then, and I won't care now, you don't deserve mercy, you don't deserve a second chance, you only deserve to be miserable, to be jobless, and to be broken...JUST LIKE YOU MADE ME!



[Edge]
I'm pretty with what I've been through in my career, through TLC matches to Elimination Chambers to Hardcore Matches. Nothing you can do will break me because just like every other time, I just keep coming back and each time, I come back even stronger then before. But if you want things to go your way, okay, I'll play along. I'm the bad guy, while the guy who calls these fans jackasses is the good guy. I'm the one who doesn't care about these people or anything while the guy who is yelling and screaming is the one we should be looking up to. That is how you want it, isn't it, Ted? You are the good guy! You reek of awesomeness! Isn't that how you want it? You want it that way, but the reality is, you are the bad guy here. You are the one insulting each and every memb- Well, former member of the DiBiase Posse because you've yourself to wrapped up into this company a bit too much. Face it Ted, you've changed. Get a hold of yourself already and pull yourself back into reality.

[Ted DiBiase]
You wanna know what's gotten me so "wrapped up" in my emotions? Cody Rhodes was supposed to be the end of this! The time where I could finally move on, the last chapter of this wretched time of my life...BUT NO! You just had to waltz back in here, you couldn't leave well enough alone, you had to be their next attempt at breaking me and getting rid of me...maybe you are the naive pawn in this, maybe you have changed, maybe you're just being used without knowing it, but that's what you are...you're just another roadblock put in my way! I don't know if I'm coming or going lately, I've had every single emotion I felt at Supremacy all come back to me at once, and that happened the second I saw your smug little mug in front of me for the first time four weeks ago...you might not get it, these fans might not get it...but to me, you ARE the villain that has to get what he's got coming to him! I've fought for too long, sacrificed so much....I refuse to let you get the better of me, I REFUSE!



[Edge]
Well Ted, it is obvious that you aren't going to realize that you are overreacting about all of that. You really need to stop acting like such a child and face facts, people change. And a perfect example of this... You, you are changing from the fun loving goofball to the annoying little douche who is crying and shouting and repeating the same thing each and every time you speak. "Oh, Edge hasn't changed" and "Oh, I'm the goody goody two shoes!" Just, really Ted, it is getting old. How about, rather then being a child, we act like adults in this situation. I'm going to hold out my hand, offer a handshake and wish you good luck in our match at Monster Bash. The choice is yours accept the handshake like a man or do you want to go ahead and do some more moaning, bitching and complaining?

Edge lowers his microphone and holds out his hand as Ted stares down at his extended hand, conflicted...he hears the fans cheering him to shake his hand...but it's not that easy, the memories he has of Edge are all bad, while Edge may claim to be something different now, Ted just can't forget the past...he looks down at his own hand, then redirects his gaze back at Edge's. After letting out a sigh, Ted's head raises back up, and his hand slowly approaches Edge's the fans cheers getting louder...


[Michael Cole]
Don't do it, Ted! It's a trap!

[JR]
On normal circumstances I'd tell you to pipe down, Cole...but even I can't tell what's really going on here...is Edge really just looking to bury the hatchet? Is Ted too consumed with revenge to see it?


[King]
I'll admit, Ted is getting a little obsessive about what Edge did last year, with good reason of course...but it's almost like he's losing who he is in the process, because Edge isn't the same person he was when that all went down.



Inch by inch, Ted's hand gets closer and closer to Edge's until finally their palms lock tightly together, and the arena breaks out in glee as the two shake hands! Edge starts to smile, seeing hope for this situation just yet....but that smile is soon knocked off when Ted pulls Edge forward and into a stiff clothesline that floors him instantly!


[JR]
DiBiase just dropped Edge!

[King]
So much for a show of sportsmanship...

[Michael Cole]
If you ask me I'd say he beat him to the punch!

[King]
Yeah, well no one asked you Cole.


Within an instant the happy tone of the arena changes, and the boos are almost overwhelming. Ted stands over the floored Edge, glaring at him from above as he remains stunned on the mat from that unexpected clothesline. Just when you thought it couldn't possibly get worse, Ted's upper lip quivers, his eyes intensify, and all before he turns his head back with a snarl, then shows completely disrespect by spitting on Edge!



[King]
Ted just spit on Edge?! Did that really just happen?


[JR]
It sure did, and....I'm speechless...I don't like this side of Ted, this isn't the fun loving guy we've come to know....it's like he's becoming consumed by his own hatred...


[Michael Cole]
Talk about being over dramatic, Edge cost the man his job and his title, if that's not disrespectful I don't know what is.

[King]
Two wrongs don't make a right though, Cole...especially when one of them seems to be trying to make amends for the wrongs they've done.

[JR]
Would you just listen to this arena, I've never heard them disagree with Ted's actions so much....and all after his big win last week, it's like Edge isn't the one sabotaging him, it's Ted himself...


With the fans booing and roaring with disapproval, Ted casually picks his Money in the Bank briefcase up off the mat, stares down at Edge one last time, then makes his exit out of the ring, and up the ramp, not paying the fans a single bit of attention along the way. It's as if they've absolutely turned on him, it's no longer mixed like it was, it's unanimous, the fan favorite, the guy they cheered for the last several years...is no more. He survived  being fired, toppled two long grueling challenges in his way to get back, but when faced with a third, he's lost who he was completely. With Ted not turning around, and heading towards the back, we fade away to the sight of the rabid fans and a recovering, and disappointed Edge.


 

Breakdown returns from commercial break and we are taken backstage to the vintage interview area where Matt Striker is seen standing by with none other then one of the six Elimination Chamber participants, The Hybrid Diva, Kaitlyn!



[Matt Striker]
Now Kaitlyn, we are less then a week away from what looks to be one of the toughest matches in your career, the Elimination Chamber. But tonight, you are teaming with one of the divas who will be in that chamber with you to go against two of the other divas who will be in the chamber with you. Can I get your thoughts on that huge tag team match you have in store for tonight?



[Kaitlyn]
Big match indeed, Matt. Teaming with Layla, and we going out there to go against the dastardly duo of Maria Kanellis and Eve Torres. Should be a good match indeed, not just because of who is in it, but this will be the first time I'll be able to actually go against Maria since she attacked me a while back. This match, this match is going to be fun I'm telling you, get a nice bit of revenge before I go on to win inside the Elimination Chamber.

[Matt Striker]
So you'd say you are pretty confident in yourself winning the Elimination Chamber?

[Kaitlyn]
Oh, of course I am. I mean, just look at who I've beat in the past. I've beat Brie Bella before. I've beat Layla before, no hard feelings. I think I've beat Eve before, can't exactly remember but I do kinda recall beating her at the least once. Those are just the people I've beat that are in this chamber considering I've also got wins against Divas like Natalya, Beth Phoenix, Paige and Alicia Fox. Now adding Maria and Torrie into the mix, it seems as if they are begging me to go and spear two more people!



[Kaitlyn]
But being serious for a moment, it's going to be a challenge like no other challenge I've ever been apart of. I've been in one on one matches. I've been in triple threat matches, more then I can count really. I've been in fatal four way matches. But never have I been in a match with five other divas and not only that, but one of the most deadliest structures surrounding the ring as well. I really have no idea what is going to happen. If I win then I win, if I lose then oh well, better luck next time. Got some tough competition in there and anyone could walk out the winner. But tonight, gotta focus on that tag match in the hopes that Layla and I win because a win tonight could give us that momentum going into the chamber.

Kaitlyn flashes a smile as she leaves the interview set and we fade to the next segment.

As Breakdown returns from a commercial break, the fans are alive and on their feet. Screaming and chanting can be heard from outside the arena as J.R. and King babble on senselessly about stupid things. The lights brighten and the commentary team stop talking as Rob Conway's theme hits the PA system. 



The already hyped up fans get even more excited as The Con Man makes his way out onto the stage. Wearing his signature hat, he struts his way down a little bit before pausing and showing off his guns, flexing them to the fans in the front row. A smile crawls it's way onto to his face as he looks around at the many screaming fans. He then walks the rest of the way down the ramp and enters the ring, all the while randomly flexing his muscles. He removes his hat, placing it on one of the turnbuckles before taking up in the center of the squared circle. He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, then gets down on one knee and strikes a pose.



He stays like this for a few seconds before springing to his feet. He looks around before his eyes rest on the time keeper. Conway yells at him for a mic, rushing him. The keeper hands him the mic and Rob flashes a smirk, nodding his head. He then returns to the center of the ring and takes a second before raising his mic.

Conway
Ladies and gentleman. . . But mostly the ladies, I'd like to give you the next few seconds, to just sit back. . . And look at me!

The Con Man takes a step back and gesticulates his arms, opening them up wide. The fans change their cheers to boos as soon as they realize that Conway is a stuck up asshole. He smiles at the sound of their boos and chants, nodding his head up and down.

Conway
Oh, come on now, you don't have to hate on me, just because you're not me! I get it, I'm a sight to see, so just. . . Just look at me! Ha ha, really though, it's great to be back in the squared circle! It's been too long since I've put on these trunks, since I've stepped between these ropes. Since I've held this mic in my hand. After a much, much needed rest, I got back into shape. I began to train again. And once I decided to go back to the sport that I love, professional wrestling, I could think of nowhere better to go than XWL! So I called my people and they called their people and they called their people and well. . . So on. You know how it goes. Upon my return, I saw a lot of new faces. People I've never met before, people I didn't even know wrestled. Then of course I saw some people from my old WWE days. Guys like Cena, Orton, the top dogs. Then I came out here, just seconds ago. I took a good look around at all you people, and the first thought that popped into my mind. . . Was damn, these are some ugly ass people. So that's why I told you to take a good look at me. Because while you may never be able to look like me, you CAN in fact, look at me. 

Conway lowers his mic and takes a look to his left, then to his right. He smirks, taking a few steps forward. He leans over the top rope and laughs to himself, raising his mic in the mean time.

Conway
It's okay, really, you're not alone. Some of the guys backstage are even uglier than you! If you can believe that! I mean this one guy, what's his name. . . Ugh, James Storm! Yeah that's it! Damn! I walked by that guy in the hallway and aside from the horrid smell, his looks alone caused one of the nearby female workers to pass out cold! Don't worry, I was there to help her! *wink, wink*

Rob backs up off the ropes and twirls around, laughing into the mic. His happiness doesn't last long however, as James Storm's theme hits the speakers. The fans burst into cheer, relieved that Conway's cocky speech has been halted. Rob turns to the entrance way, his smile erased.



James walks out onto the stage, a mic already in his hand. He looks down at Conway and shakes his head, raising his mic up high.

Storm
Now, now, now, settle down people, settle down. Now I was drinking a couple of beers backstage while I was checking out the monitors and getting ready for my match. Maybe I've had one too many cold ones, but do my ears deceive me or did my name just come out of your mouth. I've probably taken too many beer bottles to the head but to me, that just doesn't seem like the smartest thing to do. The thing here is Robbie. . .


James pulls out his phone and tells the cameraman to come closer and focus on the image.




Storm
You see that right there? That is my son. And I'm pretty sure that you don't get one of those without knowing a little something about how to act around a woman. Now I'm not the prettiest thing walking around these parts but I think I did a pretty good job, don't you think people?


The crowd cheers and awes at Storm's precious baby boy. Conway goes to speak, but is cut off by James.


Storm
Now hush your mouth and wait your turn boy, I'm still speaking here. You can talk about how pretty you think you are, how much you want people to look at you, how many bottles of baby oil you go through in a week or whatever else comes out of what is left of that tanning salon fried brain of yours. You like to talk and look at yourself in the mirror. Hell all I'm good for is drinking my beer and kicking some ass. Now if you want to continue manscaping and leave my name out your mouth, that's fine with me. It's 2013 now I don't judge people on there lifestyle choices. But where I come from, if somebody speaks your name while they're talking behind your back, then you walk right up to them  and ask them what the problem is. Then if they have anything else smart to say, you cock back and knock that sucker out. So, Mr. Conway, now that I am out here and we can talk face to face, do you have any more comments, or do I have to come down to that ring and ask you again?

Conway peers up the ramp at James and smirks, shaking his head back and forth. 



Conway
. . . James, I don't know how to tell you this, but, well, that is one UGLY baby!

Rob laughs to himself as the fans boo like crazy. Storm's joking exterior turns mean as he glares down at the man in the ring. The Con Man simply shrugs as he lifts his mic up to continue.

Conway
Oh no, you're. . . You're not mad, are you!? I didn't make you upset did I? I'm just being honest with you here, man. I mean, with a father as ugly as you, he was bound to come out with some deformity's. And, well, I'm thinking that your wife can't be all that good-looking either. . .

The fans gasp as James begins to march his way down the ramp. Rob backs up, putting his arm out in defense.

Conway
Now hold on just one second, tough guy. You don't want to step between these ropes, trust me. If you do, you won't be stepping out, and trust me, that kid is going to need a good father figure in his life!

Rob smiles as Storm paces back and forth at the bottom of the ramp. The two are just feet apart, a battle is waiting to be waged at any second. James takes a deep breath, nodding his head up and down as the fans chant his name. 

Storm
I'm really trying hard not to lose my temper, but you're pushing your luck boy. Now you don't look like the smartest person but even you should know that you should never, and boy I mean NEVER, insult a grown man's family. You can talk about me until you are blue in the face, but if you ever bring up my wife or son again I promise you that this size 12 cowboy boot will get real personal with that pretty little face of yours!

The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of the Last Call Superkick, hoping that they will get to see it unleashed on Rob Conway. Storm steps through the ropes and gets face to face with Conway.

Storm
Now that we got that out of the way, we can really talk like men. Well, one man and whatever the hell you call yourself nowadays. So are going to keep talking reckless off your lips, or are you going to grow a set and be a man for once?

It's funny that you talk about growing a set James, because I can't even begin to imagine what it's like for your wife, not having a proper man in her life. Maybe she should spend a few nights with me and I can. . .