XWL X-Treme X-Mas: 12/22/13 - 12/29/13

A spectacular pyrotechnics display kicks off this show with a bang letting the people packed into the arena tonight know that the show they paid good money to see is underway. There’s so much for them to look forward as the last pay per view of the year, that also doubles as the most extreme night of the year, promises to be one that they’ll remember for a long time. Xtreme Xmas is here to end the year on a high note with the hopes that 2014 will bring more of the same. As the cameras sweep through the crowd we see the happy faces of the men, women, and children of all shapes and sizes that comprise the XWL universe. They’ve all gathered here tonight to be entertained by XWL’s finest who are going to go all out as this show rolls on to secure a victory for the sake of the pride and their legacy.

Jim Ross
And here we go ladies and gentleman, welcome to Xtreme Xmas. This is Jim Ross alongside my broadcast partners in Michael Cole and Jerry Lawler here to call the night’s action as it plays out.

Michael Cole
There’s so much going on tonight that I don’t even know where to begin. From title bouts to grudge matches, we’re going to get a little bit of everything tonight.

Jerry Lawler
I know you’re going to be keeping close tabs on the World Title Match where this will be the last time we see Alberto Del Rio and The Miz square off no matter who talks away with the belt.

Jim Ross
The pressure has never been higher for those two men, and them being locked inside of a steel cage will only increase the brutality.

Michael Cole
But before we get to enjoy Miz becoming a two time world champion, we’ll get to see both members of DX defend their championships against Alex Shelley and Anonio Cesaro.

Jerry Lawler
Shelley has never been Intercontinental Champion before, while Cesaro is going to fight tooth and nail to regain his precious United States Championship.

Jim Ross
But it’s not all about the titles tonight. We’ll also be treated to what’s bound to be stellar tag team action as Dashingly Sleazy is set to take on the reunited Rock n’ Sock Connection. For a while it was The Rock flying solo, but now he’ll have a little help in his quest to put Cody Rhodes and Joey Ryan in their places.

Michael Cole
Speaking of flying solo, the ex-members of the shield have found themselves doing just since their stable disbanded, and now we’re getting the fallout of their self-destruction.

Jerry Lawler
We can’t forget about the divas! I personally can’t wait to see what moves Kaitlyn and Summer Rae bust out in the ring. If they need someone to watch closely and judge I’d be happy to!

Jim Ross
We also have reluctant tag partners in Layla and AJ taking on the team of Bayley and the mysterious diva who came to her aid after her huge upset victory on Breakdown.

Michael Cole
Just a moment there, I’m getting word that Jeremy Borash is standing by with… uh, Alex Shelley.

The cameras whisk us away backstage where Jeremy Borash and the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship, Alex Shelley, are indeed standing by.

Jeremy Borash
How’s it going, folks? This is Jeremy Borash here and I do hope you’re as excited for what this night has in store as I am. I’m sure you all know by now who the guy standing next to me is, it’s none other than Detroit’s finest: Alex Shelley!

Alex Shelley
I’m trying to feel excited for this, JB, I really am, but I just can’t get over this feeling of betrayal.

Jeremy Borash
Betrayal? What are you talking about, Alex?

Alex Shelley
I saw you last week with him, you were caught on camera, the whole world saw you.

Jeremy Borash
Are you talking about the interview with Prince Devitt?

Alex Shelley
You’re darn skippy I am. I thought it was just you and me, and on occasion cardboard Chris, braving the storm that is XWL, but I guess you found someone else to shoot the breeze with you in these empty halls.

Jeremy Borash
I didn’t plan for it to be that way, I just go an interview whoever they assign me to.

Alex Shelley
You know what, you’re right, maybe I’m overacting a little bit. Truth is I just have a sore spot when it comes to Devitt because he beat me the last time we went head to head overseas.

Jeremy Borash
Luckily he’s here now so you have the chance to get a little payback if you want.

Alex Shelley
You know something? I think I do want that, but first thing’s first: I have to take care of Shawn Michaels, take his Intercontinental Championship from him, then take an hour so after the match to kick back, relax and reflect on that time I beat HBK for the Intercontinental Championship.

Jeremy Borash
What is your gameplan for this match? How do you plan on beating one of the best ever?

Alex Shelley
It’s really simple: I’m going to get into that ring and overwhelm Michaels with my youthful exuberance. He won’t know what hit him. By the time he wakes up from his nap I’ll be the new champ and he’ll be well-rested for the rematch where I can promise nothing more than more of the same.

Jeremy Borash
How do you think the no count outs stipulation will factor into this? Do you believe it gives either you or Michaels an advantage?

Alex Shelley
Honestly, we could both stand to benefit from this. Removing the 10-count will take so much pressure off of us when we fight on the outside of the ring. Sometimes you can’t quite hear the ref other times he screams out six and you’re not quite sure what’s coming next and then there are the times when you get so worn out rolling in and out of the ring to get the count restarted that it just throws you off your game.

Jeremy Borash
I didn’t realize how stressful the 10-count was to the wrestlers.

Alex Shelley
And with it gone that’s one last thing I have to worry about so I can focus all my attention on make sure that the Heartbreak Kid walks out of the arena as a former champion, and that is my Christmas gift to him.

 The camera then fades away from Alex Shelley and Jeremy Borash and we cut to the backstage area of the arena where we hear two distinct female voices. One the females says "Pass the eyeliner!" while the other one replies "You're already close to it, stop being lazy!" The camera slowly lowers down and the viewers can finally see that it's none other than...



THE BELLA TWINS!!!

Brie and Nikki are shown looking into the mirror, applying lipsticks to their lips. Both divas make faces in the mirror as any women would and then proceed to put the lip gloss down. Brie and Nikki rub their respective lips together to make sure the lipstick is even and they raise up from the mirror ad begin to speak...



[Brie Bella]: It just feels so good to be back in XWL, doesn't it Nikki?! Although I'll miss the long hours of rest, family outings every Saturday, and getting to catch up on Pretty Little Liars, I'd say I'm glad to be back.

[Nikki Bella]: Of course it's great to be back. We've been watching the division over these past couple of weeks and I know we've both come to the conclusion that the quality of the Divas division has never been so bad. You've got AJ Lee as champion who obviously isn't mentally sound, you've got the likes of Layla challenging her for the title and well, the Divas roster is seriously lacking. I can't just sit at home any longer and watch it crumble in front of me. But here we are, back in time for Christmas, the best gifts this division could ever receive. Nothing tops the two of us.

[Brie Bella]: I wouldn't really say the division is at an all-time low Nikki, AJ is a huge improvement over Madison and I think it's quite entertaining to see the back and forth exchanges between Layla and AJ, especially since they were handcuffed to one another just a couple of weeks ago.



[Nikki Bella]: Quit talking like that Brie, those two are far from entertaining and aren't even as beautiful as us. Admit it, the Divas division is nothing without the two of us.

[Brie Bella]: I guess you're right, the division isn't exactly the same, it's lacking some diversity and now that we're back, we're about to make the Divas division a whole lot more entertaining and watchable. Who exactly wants to see Bayley wrestle?

[Nikki Bella]: Right! It's obvious we aren't the only ones who wants the division to be saved. I'll let it be known to every diva in the locker room that the higher ups were blowing up our phones, offering larger salaries, title shots, private jets, paid vacations, everything a true diva could ever want but we said no! We want to show why we're the best this division has to offer, I know I don't want to be handed unfair advantages like other divas in this locker room, we're gonna show the rest of these divas why you and I...Brie... are the faces of this division.

[Brie Bella]: Couldn't have said it any better Nicole. I know everyone's anticipating when we're going to return to the ring and I guess they're just going to have to wait and see. I've got a couple of tricks up my sleeve. 

[Nikki Bella]: And so do I!

Brie and Nikki smile at one another as they discuss the future ahead of them. The two divas halt their conversation to look back into the mirror and to reapply their lipstick.



[Nikki Bella]: Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?

Brie then pretends to be the mirror, replying back to Nikki...

[Brie Bella]: The Bella Twins!

The Bella Twins share a laugh before continuing to fix their make-up and the camera fades to the following segment...

*An image of familiarity appears on the Titantron, causing a mixed reaction from the live audience in attendance. After a few moments of being on said Titantron, the image fades as a video begins to play.*



*It opens up with Dean Ambrose leaning on a fence in a dark and seemingly abandoned street, with the only illuminations being emitted from a street light. The mixture of the wind howling and the sound of crickets stridulating break the would be silence of the deserted street. That was until Ambrose pulled himself off the chain link fence and begins walking towards the camera, before he proceeds to speak.*



{Dean Ambrose}
Tonight has finally arrived, the night that I put an end to Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. For the better part of a month, both of you have done your best at avoiding me and for good reason. Reigns, your fear really shone through with the silence you have engulfed yourself with after our encounter at November To Remember. Rollins, your cowardly nature really revealed itself when you thought it would be a good idea to cost me my match against John Cena on Breakdown earlier this week.



{Dean Ambrose}
It was only a matter of time before the both of you would have to pay for your sins and I couldn't think of a better place for that to happen than tonight. You've avoided me for long enough, now the countdown to the end of both your pathetic careers begins.



{Dean Ambrose}
“Miracle on 34th Street” Street Fight: Anything goes, there are no rules. I thrive in those situations. The both of you don't know what you have just gotten yourself into. The only “miracle” that will happen tonight will be if one of you makes it out of the arena under your own power. This will be a massacre!



{Dean Ambrose}
Before the night comes to a close, a few more names will be added to the list of people that I have taken out since returning. A list that's filled with people that had the potential to make it to the mountain top but made one mistake, the same mistake that both of you make: They messed with Dean Ambrose.



{Dean Ambrose}
History will repeat itself tonight, anybody and everybody that has gotten in my way has fallen, from Daniel Bryan to Rob Van Dam, from Randy Orton to Dolph Ziggler, from Sami Callihan to all the men that tried to claim a bounty that was placed on me one year ago on this night. They all thought they had what it took to take me out and one by one, like dominoes being lined up, they all fell.



{Dean Ambrose}
When will you realize that I'm not to be messed with? Because I just don't care. I don't care what I have to do to survive, if I have to take my lead pipe and drive it into your skull to make you realize that, then so be it. It's what I do, I'm a survivor, I don't really care who's standing across from me, friend or foe, I will take them out if I have to.



{Dean Ambrose}
You may have the speed in your corner, Rollins, and you may have the strength in your corner, Reigns, but I have something on my side that the both of you can only dream of having: I have nothing to lose. Tonight, I'm fighting like it's my last night because it may very well be just that. If that's what it comes to, that's fine with me. I won't be going out in a blaze of glory, no, I'll go down swinging and I'll make sure to take the both of you down with me.



{Dean Ambrose}
I will end 2013 the same way I started it: With broken bodies piled upon each other and Dean Ambrose standing tall. Believe that!

*Ambrose stares into the camera with a look of determination and ill intent filling his eyes. He remains focused on the camera for a few more moments before walking past the cameraman, disappearing from sight. The camera focuses on the scenery for a few seconds then fades to black.*

A video package begins playing, intricately detailing the heated rivalry between Brock Lesnar and Sangriento up to this point; a feud that’s sometimes felt like it’s more between Paul Heyman and Don West with others caught in the middle. However, the two competitors – driven by hubris, motivated by a lust for success - never shied away from the idea of standing toe to toe with the other to not just see who the better wrestler is, but to also determine who the best man is. We now know that the answer to the simple question: “Who is truly better?” can’t be answered in one night, and the ever-increasingly violent conflict between these XWL superstars can’t be contained to one show.

At The Monster Bash, Heyman first made his intentions known: he wanted to show Lesnar was better than any man that West could take under his wing. The premise was simple, but the execution is what tripped Heyman up and whether he ever chooses to admit it or not: Sangriento surprised him by not being frightened of Lesnar’s inhuman combination of size, strength and speed. Sangriento proved to be a scrappy little fighter, who was ready to take the fight to Lesnar, but Heyman wasn’t going to make it easy on him. Lesnar was too good, too special, too unique for Breakdown, so Sangriento had to wait until the pre-show last month to show that he had what it took to stand up to Lesnar then knock him to the ground.

However, that plan didn’t go off without a hitch as the managers, along with their other clients in Curtis Axel and Ryback, couldn’t let the match unravel in peace and Stephanie McMahon was forced to interject and create a tag match involving the managers that saw West roll-up Heyman for the win. A normal man would have been humbled, though Heyman’s ego is unlike anything seen before in the wrestling business and he merely brushed the result of the match off while goading West into accepting an I-Quit match that would have Lesnar and Sangriento go at it one more time.

Under normal circumstances West might have objected, but feeling enraged that Heyman was trying to steal Ryback out from under his nose, West agreed to the bout in the hopes that it would get Heyman out of his hair once and for all. But it may have been rendered moot as it would appear that Heyman has already coerced and coaxed Ryback into joining his side. Apparently there’s only room for two Heyman Guys because Axel was left high and dry. So it stands now, West has taken yet another blow as he watches his Army crumble… and the only man still standing bravely by his side may not make it out of the match in one piece regardless if he wins or loses.



A wave of boos rises up in a flash as the people show immense disdain for a man that they haven’t even seen since November to Remember and therein lies the power and influence of a man like Paul Heyman. Sleazy, despicable, pathetic and cowardly are all terms that describe how the general populous views this man, but despite all of that there is no denying that he does what he does almost better than anyone else.

JR
Oh boy, that music can only mean one thing, folks: it’s nearly time for Brock Lesnar and Sangriento to rip each other to shreds until it’s deemed that one man can no longer continue fighting.

Cole
The best part is that it’s not even up to them to decide when they have had enough. They have to put faith in their managers to make the right call while the managers have to have faith in their client to get the job done.

Lawler
Can you imagine being on the losing side of this bout and having to look your client in the eye while you explain why you gave up on them?

JR
I would imagine it would be a painful thing to have to go through, which is why I have a feeling that Paul Heyman and Don West will be clutching those towels until their knuckles turn white.

Cole
Just imagine the flip side of this…. Imagine if you’re Heyman or West and you have too much faith or you hold on to that towel too long and your client ends up seriously injured, how do you not blame yourself for that? How do you live with yourself after that?

Lawler
There are so many factors at play here that it’s nearly mind-boggling. The thing that makes regular I Quit matches so compelling is that they usually feature men who you just can’t imagine saying those two words. Brock Lesnar’s track record speaks for itself: he’s a multiple time world champion, he’s found success in the squared circle and in the octagon and if there’s  anybody who embodies what it means to be tough as nails then it would be him.

JR
On the other hand you have Sangriento who fights as if he doesn’t know how much smaller he is compared to the other men on the roster. He has so much heart and so much fighting spirit packed into that tiny frame that it allows him to give everyone a run for their money.

Cole
And you know that Sangriento realizes that everybody is looking at him like the underdog and that must be eating away at him. There’s  no doubt that he wants nothing more than to be able to prove that he can hang with the likes of Brock Lesnar and even surpass him.

Lawler
While Brock has kind of a one-track mind; he just wants to hurt people for no other reason than because it gives him some sick kind of pleasure and feeling of self-worth.

Lesnar steps onto the stage and upon seeing this freak of nature with their own two eyes, the boos intensify to a level that’s nearly deafening but when you take a look at the smug expression on Heyman’s face who comes out shortly after, you’d be led to believe that the boos are music to their ears. Heyman has the towel in his hand but he can be heard yelling that he won’t even need it and that he’ll probably give it to West so that he has a spare. With unrivaled intensity, Brock paces back and forth on the stage, adrenaline coursing through his veins, the thought of the upcoming war excites him like few other things not named money can. Brock finally stops at the center of the stage where he does his signature bounce from side to side before throwing out his arms and letting loose with a blood-curdling battle cry. He’s as ready as he’s ever been for a match. You can see it in his eyes; you can see it in the way he moves.

Lillian Garcia
The following contest is an I  Quit match and the only way for it to end is for Paul Heyman or Don West to throw their towel into the ring. Introducing first, accompanied by Paul Heyman, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 286 pounds… Brock Lesnar!

Heyman shouts out that it’s 286 pounds of pure muscle and that Brock is going to use every ounce of it to bring Sangriento a world of pain. Heyman follows that proclamation up with a maniacal cackle as he follows his client down the ramp..

JR
It’s odd that Ryback isn’t with Heyman when it looked like he jumped ship on Breakdown the other night.

Cole
Well Axel did win the match that granted Heyman the right to manage Ryback in a match tonight. Perhaps the human wrecking ball is backstage somewhere psyching himself up for that match.

Lawler
I wonder who this opponent is that Heyman choose for him.

JR
I think we all are, King, as it would have to be one hell of a guy to get Ryback to turn his back on The West Side Army.

Cole
Heyman doesn’t have a long reach and a lot of influence in this business, the mystery opponent could literally be anyone that can still lace up a pair of boots!

Lawler
From ECW to WWE to XWL, Heyman has been everywhere and I know that there are plenty of guys chomping at the bits to get into an XWL ring and make a name for themselves here.

Lesnar hops onto the apron, pyro exploding upon impact, and the battle-tested warrior bounces from foot to foot again before getting into the ring and eyeing the stage intensely.



The boos aren’t nearly as intense as they were seconds before… in fact there are cheers sprinkled in amongst the hatred, a trend that has slowly become commonplace since November to Remember as Sangriento has managed to win the minority over via his status as an underdog in this rivalry, even though he wouldn’t never admit to as much. He hasn’t backed down, he hasn’t allowed himself to be intimidated and here he is ready to get into the ring with Brock Lesnar for the second time in as many months when many men don’t make it through the first. Sangriento hasn’t gone through that first conflict unscathed.

His heavily taped right shoulder, not visible as he steps through the curtain and onto the stage, might has well have giant arrows pointed at in and a bulls-eye painted on it. Chances are he would have preferred to go on without it, but this was most likely the only way the doctors would allow him to compete, and not showing up was out of the question for him. Sangriento doesn’t let that shoulder stop him from doing his little dance on the stage, though it’s hard to not imagine him wincing under that mask. West is right behind him and you can still see the fury and pain in his red, baggy eyes as replays of Ryback walking away from him must have played over and over in his mind keeping him up at nights.

Lillian Garcia
And his opponent, representing The West Side Army and accompanied by Don West, from Tijuana, Mexico, weighing in at 150 pounds…. Sangrrrriento!

JR
Did you hear that number? Lesnar weighs almost twice as much as Sangriento and is nearly nice as tall to boot.

Cole
And just think, people were expecting Sangriento to be easy pickings for someone like him, but at November to Remember you could argue that Sangriento bested Lesnar at points, utilizing speed better than anyone else.

Lawler
While it was an amazing match to watch, barring the Heyman and West intrusions, it’s not too out there to think that Lesnar was disappointed with his performance.

JR
Anything short of complete and utter domination and annihilation is unexceptable for someone like Lesnar. He doesn’t want to just beat opponents, he want to maim and brutalize them to the point where they may never wrestle again.


Cole
I can’t imagine what it will take to make Heyman believe that he can’t continue fighting.

Lawler
And with that taped shoulder of his, Sangriento’s disadvantage has only gotten bigger.

Sangriento slides under the bottom rope, while West remains on the outside of the ring. Heyman calls out “Hey, Don, how about you throw in the towel now and save us all some time, huh?” To which West responds, “Why don’t you shut your mouth before I come over there and shut it for you?” Heyman laughs, “Oh yeah? If you’re so tough why don’t you get in that ring and show me what you’ve got?” West shakes his head, “Why so I can pin you again?” Heyman falls silent and now it’s the ref talking – his only purpose to call for the bell at the beginning and end of this match. He walks over to Brock and asks if he’s ready, then walks over Sangriento to do the same when Brock suddenly pushes him away and starts pounding away at Sangriento in the corner! The Ref calls for the bell and this match is already off to a hot start!



JR
Oh man, I guess Brock isn’t getting paid by the hour.

Cole
Sangriento needs to find a way to turn things around or this may be over before it has even begun.

Lawler
Man, watching Lesnar in action is so scary. He does things someone his size shouldn’t be able too!

Brock continues the onslaught, punishing Sangriento with vicious strikes to the head, torso, and body, his MMA training being put to good use tonight. The Ref can do nothing but stand by and watch, even closed-fist punches are legal in this one. Bored, with the punches, Brock wraps his two hands tightly around Sangriento’s throat, forcefully squeezing the life out of him as though he were simply juicing a fruit. Sangriento’s gasps for air and disturbing choking sounds can be heard from even under the mask, but the sound of suffering isn’t going to be enough to make someone like Lesnar feel sorry for you or show mercy,  

Heyman: Look at him, West! He can’t even breathe! Are you going to wait until he passes out before you spare him?

West: How about you let me worry about my client? Or did you want him to walk away in one piece so you could try to steal him away too?

Heyman: You shouldn’t blame me for you not being a competent manager. Hey Brock, why don’t you rip that pesky little mask off so that Mr. West here can better see how much his client is suffering?

Brock moves his right hand from around Sangriento’s neck, his left being more than big enough to pick up the slack. With his hand now freed up Brock grabs at the top of the mask and starts tugging away at in. Desperately, Sangriento stomps on Lesnar’s boot then manages to pulls his knees up against his chest and uses the strength in his legs to push Lesnar back. Lesnar immediately charges forward to find no one home; Sangriento wasn’t about to get caught in the same situation again. Rolling out of harm’s way, Sangriento gets back to his feet, charges over to the corner just as Lesnar collides chest-first into it, walks up his back then kicks him right in the back of the head.

Heyman: Isn’t that the move Amazing Red used to do? Whatever happened to the little guy?

West: If you keep this up I’m going to stuff that towel down your throat and then you won’t have anything to throw into the ring!

As Lesnar staggers backwards out of the corner, Sangriento races to the ropes and throws himself at Lesnar with a crossbody only to get caught! Lesnar throws Sangriento overhead with a fallaway slam sending the smaller man flying across the ring. Once he hits the ground, Sangriento rolls until he gets onto the apron where he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Brock covers a scary amount of distance in two steps and when Sangriento leaps into the air looking to hit a springboard, Lesnar whacks him with a forearm shot to the head.

Cole
That right there is what we were talking about, ladies and gentlemen, the combination of size and speed that makes Brock Lesnar so dangerous.

Barely hanging on with one hand to the top rope is Sangriento who shakes his head to clear it up so that he can figure out his next move. He never gets the chance as Lesnar grabs him up looking to bring Sangriento back into the ring the hard way with a suplex. Lesnar holds Sangriento up in the air, showing off his immense strength as he goes as far as to do squats with Sangriento still in his arms! That comes back to bite him because now Sangriento has had more than enough times to mull things over despite the blood rushing to the top of his head and he now focuses his attack on the top of Lesnar’s head, driving the point of his knee onto the crown of Lesnar’s skull. Sangriento kicks out his legs effectively using his body weight to force Lesnar’s throat against the top rope while he lands feet-first on the outside of the ring.

JR
This is what Sangriento needs to do: use his speed to out-manuever Lesnar and remain two steps agead. It’s one of the few advantages he has…. It’s one of the few chances he has to win this.

The force of the move knocks Lesnar onto his back where he stays there for a second while he struggles to breathe properly. He gets onto his feet just as Sangriento climbs onto the apron, without warning he charges forward thrusting his body between his top and middle rope with a shoulder tackle but misses as Sangriento leaps into the air and drops his leg onto the back of Lesnar’s, then gets out of the way as the big man takes a nasty spill to the outside of the ring.

West: Yeah, buddy! A couple more moves like that and you’ll have this. What’s the matter, Paul? Your grips getting a loose there on that towel.

Heyman: This is all a fluke and pure luck. It’s only a matter of time before my client turns things around.

Sangriento springboards off the middle rope looking for a moonsault on the rising Lesnar but again he finds himself caught as Lesnar’s strength is an obstacle that won’t easily be overcome. The beast has Sangriento over his shoulder like he were going for an Oklahoma slam, though he dashes forward, ready to drive Sangriento face-first into the ring post but in the blink of an eye it’s his head that collides with the steel as Sangriento wiggles out of his grasp and when Lesnar turns around Sangriento goes for a roundhouse kick that misses as Lesnar ducks under but Sangriento sticks with it and spins around again but Lesnar ducks under that too!

Ever persistent, Sangriento does a third revolution, snaps his hips around just a little faster and this time he’s able to nail Lesnar with the kick! However it’s not enough to get Lesnar off his feet so Sangriento leaps into the air and connects with a 540 kick that only further dazes Brock and nothing more.

Heyman: That’s right, Brock! He’s nothing more than a mosquito compared to you! Now swat him away and squash him!

West: Don’t ease up, Sangriento! Keep the hits coming until he falls and can’t back up.

The frustration Sangriento’s feeling is evident in his body language and he simply walks up to Brock and slaps him in the face. That snaps Lesnar out of the daze the kicks sent him into and he looks at Sangriento amused at the spunk the little guy is showing. Lesnar holds out his chin then points to it, instructing Sangriento to give him is best shot. While he’s in the middle of goading him on, Sangriento lunges forward, catching Lesnar off-guard with a headbutt then unleashes a flurry of punches until Lesnar grabs his hand and tries to lock in the Kimura! Frantically, Sangriento charges forward and drives Brock spine first into the steel stairs then quickly backs away, holding on tightly to the tapes right shoulder. Kneeling on the ground, Brock chuckles as he holds his index finger and thumb less than an inch away from each.

JR
This is just unreal. Look at everything Sangriento has done so far, and Lesnar is actually laughing it all off.

Cole
And he has a point, Sangriento was just that close to having the Kimura locked in on him,

Lawler
He was lucky he was out of the ring where he could use the stairs to break that up. I can’t imagine how he’d escape from Brock’s clutches.

Brock gets to his feet and takes two steps towards Sangriento who takes two steps back in response. A chilling grin creeps onto Lesnar’s face as he realizes that Sangriento isn’t as confident as he was moments before and might be a little afraid. Lesnar suddenly lunges forward and dashes in Sangriento direction who immediately runs away, starting a chase. Sangriento races around the ring, putting some distance between him and Lesnar before sliding into the ring.

Lesnar tries to follow him in and finds himself getting assaulted by Sangriento who drops to his knees and balls up both fists to bring them down hard on Lesnar who’s only part-way inside of the ring. Still, Lesnar continues to work his way into the ring despite the onslaught and once he’s fully inside he starts working his way to his feet where he finally pushes Sangriento away from him. Sangriento dashes to the other side of the ring, but is shadowed by Lesnar who drives his knee deep into Sangriento’s gut the moment he turns around. Now it’s Lesnar who runs across the ring and Sangriento is right behind him. When Lesnar turns around Sangriento dives under the bottom rope, tripping Lesnar up in the process causing to drop to the mat, though he quickly rolls out of the ring and the chase begins again.

Heyman: Why run? Why delay the inevitable? There’s nowhere you can hide!

West: A couple of more laps and he’ll collapse from exhaustion, then he’ll have to be wheeled out of here.

Before Lesnar can grab him, Sangriento, lifts up the ring skirt and ducks under the squared circle, disappearing from sight.

Heyman: Get him, Brock! Don’t let him get away!

West: Yeah, Brock! And when you get stuck under there you’lll be a sitting duck!

Brock throws down the ring skirt and roars in frustration. With his primary victim gone, Lesnar turns and locks eyes with West who takes a big gulp and backs away, holding out his arms.

Heyman: Forget about that masked coward, throw in the towel to save yourself.

West: Didn’t you get enough pleasure from kicking me in the ribs, last month? Wasn’t that enough?

Heyman: Of course that wasn’t… Look out!

Sangriento effortlessly leaps up and sails over the top rope clearing it easily, before he drops down onto Lesnar knocking him to the ground while he lands on his feet!  The crowd that can’t decide whether they love or hate Sangriento at the moment can’t help but pop for that move and some brave members of the audience even break out into a chant of his name. Sangriento feeds off that as he stomps away at Lesnar, driving his boot down forcefully onto every inch of Lesnar’s flesh that he can. He mounts Lesnar, putting himself in a good position to let the rights and lefts rain down on his opponents’ face while Lesnar does whatever he can to cover up. In the middle of Sangriento’s offensive flurry, Lesnar, leans, up and tries to lock in the Kimura again and that attempt is enough to cause Sangriento to roll off him.  

JR
Just when Sangriento thought he had the advantage, Lesnar scares him off by just attempting the Kimura.

Cole
That was one of that rare times we’ve seen Sangriento be the aggressor like that and it was working pretty well up to that point.

Lawler
Right, usually he takes a more defensive approach, letting his opponents come to him and capitalizing on their mistakes, but that’s a dangerous game to play when one hit from Lesnar could knock him out.

Lesnar springs to his feet with cat-like quickness, wrapping his arms around Sangriento’s waist before he could even think to run, then driving him back into the ring apron, once, twice, one more time for good measure, but when he tries to pull back after that, Sangriento grabs on to the middle rope for dear life causing Lesnar to change his gameplan to one again trying to squeeze the life out of his opponent. The bearhug is locked in tight and the immense pain shooting up and down Sangriento’s spine is enough to make him let go of the ropes, free up his hands to find a way to separate himself from Lesnar. It’s to no avail as Lesnar violently swings Sangriento around multiplying the pressure being exerted on the man half his size, and moments later he viciously drives Sangriento back-first into the ring post before slamming him onto the thin padding outside of the ring with a spinebuster.

West: Come on, Sangriento, you can fight through this.

Heyman: Stop lying to him Don, and just throw in the towel because it isn’t going to hurt less going forward.

For a second, it looks as though West is seriously considering doing just that, but how could he do that to Sangriento? How could he admit that there was a moment, no matter how fleeting, that he thought his client was too weak to fight and wanted all the pain and misery to be over. It’s not just about Sangrieno, either. Throwing in the towel would be admitting that Heyman was right all along, that Heyman is the better manager and that Brock Lesnar is the best client that a man could hope for. For West, throwing in the towel would be admitting that Ryback would truly be better off without him and that all the months fighting tooth and nail getting him those Intercontinental Championship matches was a waste of his time. No, he can’t do it, at least not when it looks like Sangriento can push forward at least for a little longer. West’s hesitation, leads Lesnar to take the choice out of his hands as he pulls Sangriento to his feet, hoists him over his head with a gorilla press, then throws him into the ring.

Cole
A lesser man would have thrown in the towel by now, but thankfully we have two great men like Sangriento and Brock Lesnar who can handle more than a punch and not cry to daddy to make the pain stop.

Lawler
That was an interesting point we just passed where someone was forced to really consider stopping this match.

Sangriento lands with a thud inside of the ring where he barely moves as Lesnar takes his time walking up the steel stairs, stepping between the ropes and walking over to his prey. He pulls Sangriento up by his head and the little man starts showing some life, throwing some punches that hits Brock on his sides, but they’re nothing more than a minor annoyance and he responds to Sangriento’s attempted comeback by kneeing him in the gut, then forcefully slams Sangriento back onto the mat. Sangriento rolls through to return his feet but before he can do anything, Lesnar charges forward and turns him inside out while nearly decapitating him with a monstrous clothesline!

Heyman: What are you waiting for, West? How much more do you want to see your client hurt?

West: He’s got more heart than anyone else I’ve ever seen. If he’s still moving then he can still fight.

Heyman: If I didn’t know any better I’d actually think you’re enjoying this. After all, this would give you yet another excuse to explain why your precious little army is such a failure.

West: The only failure you should be concerning yourself is the one that stares back at you in the mirror every morning!

Lesnar pulls Sangriento to his feet, grabs hold of his right arm, then tugs him forward, driving his shoulder into Sangriento’s own taped shoulder and the enormous pain causes Sangriento to drop to his knees and cry out. Lesnar pulls him back to his feet with his left hand, the fingers of his right hand still wrapped tightly around Sangriento’s right wrist, pulls him forward once more driving his shoulder into that taped shoulder of Sangriento again. Going for the trifecta, Lesnar prepares to do the move one more time, but it prove to be one time too many as Sangriento dives feet first between Lesnar’s legs causing the grip to be broken, then he hoops onto Lesnar’s shoulder and goes for the poison-rana but Lesnar doesn’t leave his feet! Lesnar takes hold of Sangriento’s ankles, pulling him forward onto the top rope with an inverted Alabama slam! Sangriento bounces high into the air before dropping onto the mat. He attempts to crawl away, but Lesnar steps on his back with one boot, and then the other, effectively trapping Sangriento under his near three hundred pound frame.

Heyman: Listen to him scream, West. Is this music to your ears?

West: It’s hard to hear him with you yelling in my ears every two seconds!

Lesnar uses the ropes to add even more pressure, threatening to snap Sangriento’s spine. A concerned look appears on West’s face and he actually takes a step towards the ring, peering through the ropes to get a better look at the destruction unfolding at the hands of Lesnar. West runs a hand over his face, in deep thought as emotions wage an internal war causing the idea of making a decision seem unfeasible. With Heyman egging him, West looks at the towel in his hands as though hooping it’ll have the answer he seeks. Meanwhile the crowd grows louder in their disapproval, collectively begging West not to throw the towel into the ring, either because they’re starting to like Sangriento enough to not want to see him lose, or they hate him enough to not want his beating cut short. The Ref eyes West expectantly until the leader of The West Side Army backs away from the ring.

JR
You could see it in his eyes, it took everything to get West to restrain from throwing that towel into the ring.

Cole
What is it going to take to get either man to throw the towel in? Are they waiting until their clients are on a stretcher?

Lawler
Do those question even apply to Lesnar and Heyman at this point? Sangriento looked like he could somehow pull off the upset at the beginning of the match, but Lesnar has been in control since then and I doubt he’ll just let Sangriento back into the match willingly.

JR
Maybe not willingly, but we’ve already seen at certain points in this match alone, where Lesnar’s cockiness and confidence have backfired on him.

Cole
You know, you may look down on Lesnar for that, but is it really his fault that he’s so much better than everyone else? Barring, of course, the man in the ring with him.

Lawler
How in the world can you tell if Brock Lesnar is better than anyone if he only bothers to show up once a month?

Cole
That’s for the sake of everyone else. Look at what he did to Triple H, to Randy Orton, to the Undertaker. You allow someone like Brock Lesnar to walk around here, and careers are bound to get ended.

That could be foreshadowing what may happen to Sangriento if the match carries on like this for much longer. Thankfully, Lesnar seemingly grows bored with this course of action when it becomes apparent that West isn’t going to throw in the towel anytime soon. Lesnar drags Sangriento away from the ropes by his legs then hangs onto one so that he can lock in the Brock Lock! Sangriento is just dangling from Lesnar’s shoulders as his knee is in the process of being destroyed.

Knowing that he won’t last in this hold much longer, Sangriento reaches down and grabs Lesnar’s right leg and struggles to pull it off the ground, but with great effort he manages to do that and after struggling to maintain his balance Brock drops backwards and the hold is broken. He doesn’t stay down long and he gets to his feet around the same time Sangriento does. The masked man throws some punches with his left hand until Brock pushes him back sending him bouncing off the ropes. Sangriento uses the momentum to charge fearlessly at the man twice his size, twirl around him then drop him with the satellite DDT!

West: Yes! Come on, buddy! I knew you weren’t done yet!

Heyman: No, Brock what are you doing! This match should be over by now.

West: You thought wrong, Heyman, you better get that towel ready.

Heyman: Don’t get your hopes up just yet.

Lesnar again doesn’t stay down long, though that DDT rattled his brain and he doesn’t appear all there. He’s wobbly kneed and Sangriento takes advantage of that by grabbing the cage fighting carnivore by the arm, racing over to the ropes, jumping to the top then off, spinning in the air before letting go of Lesnar’s arm to drop into a wheelbarrow, where he pushes himself off the ground then goes for an arm drag, but Lesnar blocks it using nothing but his raw power, pulls Sangriento over to him and hits a belly to belly, recklessly tossing him overhead! Lesnar sits up and shakes his head, still feeling the aftereffects of the DDT.

Heyman: There’s no time to relax, Brock. Don’t let him get back into this match!

West: Ignore him, Brock, keep doing what you’re doing, it’s working great for us.

Heyman: Don’t tell my client how to live his life. Why don’t you go give Corey Graves or Melina some advice?

West: Will do, pal. I bet they’re hanging out at the same place with Curtis Axel.

Heyman: Who needs Axel when you have Ryback? When you lose this match be sure to stick around so that you can see how he does with a real manager.

Brock is in the middle of pulling Sangriento to his feet. He hoists him onto to shoulders and he’s looking to leave West with no choice but to throw the towel into the ring with a devastating F5. Before he can pull it us, Sangriento jolts back to life, driving his elbow back into Lesnar’s repeatedly, relentlessly, and ruthlessly. Lesnar has already taken some stiff shots to the head, and these sharp elbows are merely adding salt to the wound at this point. Lesnar walks around the ring, still intent on hitting the F5, but soon he’s overwhelmed by the onslaught of elbows and when it becomes too much he falls to the knee, tossing the prospect of hitting that move out the window.

JR
Bah gawd, he’s like a man possessed, a man on a mission, just look at him go!

Cole
I didn’t think I’d be saying before, but Heyman should really be worried. Lesnar is at serious risk for a concussion and other head injuries.

Lawler
Sangriento’s game plan is really coming into focus now. Lesnar can’t push him around if he can’t think straight.

JR
Or if he’s knocked out.

That’s not enough to make Sangriento stop, no, the elbows keep on coming even more ferociously than before as he’s hell bent on caving in Lesnar’s skull, knocking him out or giving a serious head injury that would put him out of commission for quite some time. This is the moment he’s been waiting for all match and he’s not going to let it slip away without doing some serious damage first. Sangriento continues to drive the point of his elbow into Lesnar’s temple, even when Lesnar drops down to his other knee.

This is his moment, this is his chance to show that the world that he can hang with the big guys, literally and metaphorically. For too long people have been questioning him, doubting him, wondering if he has what it takes to make something of himself here in XWL, and with a victory here tonight over someone like Brock Lesnar would force everyone to change the way they look at him. It’s that thought that is pushing him to continue the onslaught, pumping the adrenaline through his veins and keeping the faith alive.

West: Got nothing to say, Heyman? How much more of this do you think Brock could take? Look at this, look at him… He’s getting creamed in there!

Heyman: No! No! This can’t be happening. Brock, no!

West: Oh, you bet it’s happening; I told you Sangriento would find a way. Throw in the towel Heyman before Brock is never able to wrestle again.

Heyman: This can’t be legal, there has to be a limit on the number of elbows one man can throw in a match! Disqualify him, Ref!

West: Are you kidding me? There’s no talking your way out of this, Heyman. Throw in the damn towel and put your client out of his misery!

Heyman: I—I…

Heyman looks absolutely distraught and the crowd is getting louder and louder in their chants for him “Throw it in!” He paces back and forth on the outside of the ring, occasionally glancing at the ring every now and then as if the events occurring between the ropes are nothing more than a hallucination or bad dream. Heyman looks away completely now, covering his face with the hand that’s not holding the towel as though the saying “out of sight, out of mind” would apply here.

It can’t because he can still hear the people chanting, he can still hear West yelling at him, he can still hear the sickening sound of flesh repeatedly colliding with flesh and then he hears the thud as Lesnar falls forward with Sangriento on top of him now with the elbows still coming. Heyman’s eyes open wide, now unable to take his eyes off the scene as if looking at a car crash, but still he keeps the towel down, not even hinting that he’s even considering throwing the towel in.

JR
This is getting hard to watch. I may not know much about the UFC, but I think the match would have been stopped by now if this kind of devastating were going down over there.

Cole
Why do you want this match to end already, huh? What is there to look forward to? Kaitlyn dancing? Bayley hugging people? Alex Shelley talking about video games. We need to enjoy this battle between two great for as long as we can because I don’t think it’s going to get any better than this.

Lawler
How can Heyman stomach this? Lesnar isn’t even moving or putting up a fight? He’s completely defenseless in there and Sangriento is going to town on him.

JR
Pride, King. Pride and his ego and Heyman is showing his true colors right here. West is at least showing some concern about Sangriento’s wellbeing. It seems to me that Heyman is more concerned about how a loss tonight would affect his reputation.

Cole
Don’t you sit there on your high-horse and pretend to understand what Heyman is going through right now. What would you do, if you were in his position? What would you say to Brock Lesnar when he corners you backstage and asks why you didn’t let thee match continue.

Lawler
I would never let it get to this point, I don’t care who I’m dealing with. Brock would thank me when he’s able to wrestle another day instead of having his career ended because doctors won’t ever clear him to compete again.

JR
For the love of God, Paul, get off your ass and save your client! Forget shame, forget embracement, another human life is depending on you right now! How can you stand there watching this and not feel anything?

Sangriento is digging deep into his energy reserves because that’s the only way to explain how he’s still going right now. Heyman watches on, as the elbow shots decrease in number as Sangriento takes an extra second to rear back and deliver the strikes with an increased amount of velocity. Heyman shakes his head as the scene becomes even too much for him to bear… and then he turns around and shuts his eyes! The cameras cut over to West taking a close up to his face showing his look of disbelief as it finally dawns on him what he’s dealing with here. Heyman isn’t going to throw in the towel no matter what, even if Lesnar dies in that ring, and on this night it would appear that The West Side Army is fighting a battle that they may not win. The boos grow even louder, and when Sangriento realizes what’s going on he finally stops with the elbows, to both Lesnar’s relief and his own as he sits on the mat clutching his tender right shoulder.

West: You son of a bitch, you’lll stop at nothing for this petty little grudge, will you?

Heyman: Ha! You think I’m the petty one, Don? I’m not the one willingly and constantly putting my client into the ring with a guy who could rip him from limb to limb. Sangriento is like a doll compared to Sangriento, he’s like a toy! He’s nothing compared to Brock, you’re nothing compared to me and if you think otherwise then it’s time to stop lying to yourself.

West: You’re delusional, you’re sick, you’re out of your mind! How could you look at what just happened in there then look me in the eyes and tell me that you really think Lesnar is miles better than my client? This match should be over by now, and you can’t muster up the testicular fortitude to admit and accept when you’ve been bested.

Heyman: If you want this match to be over so badly then why don’t you throw in the towel yourself so we can all go home happy?

West: You know something, Paul? You’re nothing but a selfish prick!

Heyman: Oh, I’m the selfish one, am I?

West: You’re damn right you are.

Heyman: I’m the selfish one, I’m the delusional one, I’m the pathetic one… I think it’s due time you stop trying to make me look like the bad guy in this whole thing, when it’s who you will stop at nothing to reach the legendary status that I have in this industry.

West: Oh please, get out of here with that; you’re full of it, Paul. Full of it.

Heyman: Why? Because I--

They’re interrupted from their bickering and reminded that a match is going on when Sangriento staggers over to the announce table and begins stripping it of its cover and its monitors.

JR
I guess Sangriento is going to force Heyman to throw in the towel whether he wants to or not, and from the looks of it he may risk his own health to get the judge done.

Cole
So he’s gotta break our table to do it? Heyman needs to come to his senses before we pass the point of no return.

Lawler
Oh, so now you’re admonishing Heyman for not ending the match?

Cole
I’m just saying it doesn’t have to come to this; our table and nothing to do with any of this.

Lawler
Oh shut up, and get out of the way… or stick around and see what happens.

Sangriento walks over to the ring, places his hands on the apron and stands there for a moment to catch his breath and figure out what his next course of action will be. Lesnar beings to stir, forcing his hand, compelling him to act now. How is he even conscious? How is he even alive? This guy is unreal and it’s mind-boggling to think that Sangriento will have to do more than he already has to keep him down and out and scare Heyman enough to throw the towel into the ring.

Heyman: You see? Just as I planned. He was only playing possum and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he went back to the game plan!

West: You can’t be serious…

Sangriento pounds on Brock’s back as this freak of nature rises to his feet then pushes him away. Sangriento comes back with a forearm to the face, rears back for a second but is rocked by a hard right from Lesnar who’s legs look like they’re made of rubber. The crowd screams out “yay” when Sangriento retaliates with another forearm and cries out “boo” when Lesnar returns the favor with a mean right hook.

Yay!

Boo!

Yay!

Boo!

West: Yes!

Boo!

Yay!

Heyman: Again!

Boo!

Boo!

Boo!

Lesnar starts getting the upper hand in this exchange as backs Sangriento up against the ropes and starts alternating with rights and lefts driving his knuckles with as much force as he can muster into the gut of Sangriento. As he continues to do this Heyman turns to West and begins mocking him.

Heyman: What if he never stops, West? Better throw in the towel before it’s too late!

West: You’re a disgrace to human beings everywhere. How can you live with yourself?

Lesnar takes Sangriento by the arm and throws him over to the other side of the ring. When he bounces off the ropes, Sangriento hops onto Brock’s shoulders looking to hit a hurricanarana, but Lesnar flips him off though Sangriento manages to land feet-first in front of him. Lesnar rears back his fist for a strike but Sangriento beats him to the punch, connecting with a spinning back to the gut that doubles his opponent over. Sangriento does his little dance, signaling that his ready to go for the Bloody Ending. He gets a running start over to the other side of the ring, springboards off the middle ropes, propelling himself backwards over to Lesnar, who blocks the cutter attempt by pushing Sangriento off him. The masked man lands on his ass, and Lesnar lands a shoot kick to the back that knocks the breath out of him. He brings Sangriento back to his feet just to get hit with a jawbreaker for his troubles. Sangriento hops on his shoulders, hell-bent on snapping off the hurricanrana, but all he does is leave himself vulnerable and Lesnar makes him pay by smashing Sangriento down onto the mat with a monstrous powerbomb!

JR
Just when I was starting to question just how much Lesnar could possibly have left in the tank, he goes and pulls out a move like that out of nowhere.

Cole
Who in their right mind would ever question Lesnar’s ability to cause pain and destruction?

Lawler
Well look at the way he collapsed to the mat after delivering that powerbomb. Not only is he spent, but he has to have a splitting headache too.

JR
But is this right here enough to make either Heyman or West throw the towel into the ring?

Cole
They’re both two honorable men. Perhaps, they’ll throw the towels into the ring at the same time so that this match ends in a draw and everybody goes home happy.

Lawler
Not only could those two ego-maniacs not set their differences aside long enough to work together like that, but I doubt that anyone involved would be happy with anything but a decisive victory.

JR
Especially now that they’ve invested so much into this match.

Heyman and West are staring each other down as their clients lay motionless inside of the ring. How much longer can either of them let this battle go on for? Was Heyman bluffing earlier? Is there nothing under the sun that would cause him to throw the towel into the ring? Lesnar begins to stir, and he rolls over onto Sangriento then kneels in front of him. The beast incarnate wraps his arms around Sangriento, then starts deadlifting him into the air before throwing him down with another powerbomb!

West: Sangriento, please. You’ve got to dig deep and find a way to overcome this!

Heyman: Cut that motivational mumbo jumbo. That doesn’t work in real-life against real-men. This little Cinderella run The West Side Army ends tonight. I’m going to personally put the last nail in the coffin.

For the third time, Lesnar powers Sangriento’s lifeless body into the air, then hits a third powerbomb. After taking some time to recover, Lesnar somehow finds the strength within him to hit yet another powerbomb! Lesnar lays there on his back his chest rising and falling with every deep breath that he takes. He puts a hand on his head, crawls over to Sangriento, where he prepares to deliver the fifth freaking powerbomb in a row. Is Sangriento even conscious right now? Is he aware of the pain that’s about to be delivered? West must be wondering the same thing, as he hesitantly approaches the ring. How could he let his client go on like this unable to even defend himself. Lesnar watches West for a moment, and when it becomes clear that he won’t do anything, the former UFC champion lifts Sangriento into the air ready to deliver the fatal blow.  

JR
Oh God…

Lesnar throws Sangriento down with all his might, but his own strength is used against him as Sangriento counters into a nasty-looking hurricanarana, spiking Lesnar’s head into the mat before he falls onto his back. With a burst of energy Sangriento pops to his feet and jumps onto Lesnar with a double foot stomp. He remains, standing on Lesnar, jumps into the air again hitting another foot stomp with as much force as his 150 pound body can muster. He jumps one more, this time flipping in the air and hitting a shooting star press! That may have been all Sangriento had left, and Heyman didn’t even budge. The masked man rolls off of Lesnar and takes a moment to recuperate and formulate a game plan while the crowd goes crazy in the back ground. A dueling chat comes to fruition as one section of the audience screams out “Sangriento!” while the other shouts out “Lesnar sucks!”

As if fueled by the foreign support of the crowd, Sangriento fights to get back to his feet and staggers over to the corner. He takes a moment to collect himself. He gingerly begins to climb to the top, moving much slower than he normally would under normal circumstances. He even slips at one point, ending back at ground zero. But he sticks with it, taking it one step at a time, before finally making it to the top with his back facing the ring.

Heyman: You think whatever you have planned is enough to stoop someone like Brock Lesnar?

West: You sneaky little bastard!

Sangriento’s slow ascent combined with Heyman’s timely distraction allows Lesnar to leap to the top rope behind Sangriento and throw him over his head with a german suplex… Sangriento lands on his feet! He races forward and nails Lesnar with a spinning wheel kick in the corner then as Lesnar stumbles out of it, Sangriento races over to the ropes, comes running back with a head of steam and goes for a headscissors spinning Lesnar around and around and around and around before finally snapping off the move whose momentum causes Lesnar to tumble out of the ring.

JR
There’s only one reason at this point why Sangriento would move the action back to the outside of the ring.

Cole
Aw man, I guess he didn’t forget about the table after all.

Sangriento lays there on the mat, holding his shoulder as he mentally prepares himself for what’s to come. When he’s finally ready he rolls out of the ring and beings lifting Lesnar to his feet in order to bring him over to the table when Lesnar suddenly hoists Sangriento onto his shoulders and hits a last-ditch F5! Both men are down and out on the outside of the ring after giving it all they had, yet not enough to bring this match to an end. West has a worried look on his face as he looks at Sangriento just lying there on the ground with not even a finger twitching. West could end this all right here and before either man knows what’s happened granting Sangriento the opportunity to wrestle another day. That still doesn’t appear to be an option for Heyman who keep both hands behind his back, his expression giving away nothing.

Cole
Let this image burn into your mind folks, it’s not every day you see Brock Lesnar like this.

Lawler
Well considering his schedule, it’s not every day we see Brock Lesnar, period.

Rising to his feet, Brock Lesnar stares down at Sangriento, fury in bis eyes. How can someone like that have given him so much trouble all night? It doesn’t make sense and this game this to end right now. After shaking the cobwebs from his head, Lesnar reaches down to bring Sangriento to a standing position in preparation for whatever sick and sadistic move he has planned next but he never gets a chance to execute it as Sangriento pays his back with a surprise finisher of his own, leaping into the air and taking Lesnar down with the cutter! The crowd pops for that as once again, somehow and someway, Sangriento has been able to seize the reigns of this match, benefitting greatly time and time again from Lesnar’s vast underestimation of him.

After several moments, Sangriento gets back to work, dragging Lesnar over to the announce table and exerting a great deal of what energy and strength he had left to roll him onto the table. Sangriento looks over at Heyman and though his expression cannot be seen under the mask, you just get a feeling that he’s giving Heyman a final chance before things get really ugly.

West: Are you really going to stand there and watch this happen?

Heyman: Brock will find a way out of this… he has to…

Sangriento searches under the ring for something and comes away with two steel chairs? He stacks them on top of Lesnar’s torso, then he turns around and shoots one more glance at Heyman who remains motionless. Determine to make this man call it quits on behalf of his client, Sangriento climbs up onto the apron perhaps looking to hit a springboard through the table!

West: Do it Sangriento!

Heyman: Okay, okay, okay! I can’t let this happen…

Heyman raises the towel over his head and there’s a loud cheer as the crowd finds pleasure in the thought that the man they despise the most is moments away from admitting defeat. Heyman keeps his hand there in the air, simultaneously keeping everyone in the arena in suspense, but then he lowers his arm and shakes his head no. Sangriento realizes that there’s only one way for this to end. He looks behind him to confirm Lesnar is still out on the table, then he springboards off the top rope, twists through the air and lands on an empty table with a beautiful looking infrared!

JR
Lesnar got out of the way! The son of a bitch, Paul Heyman distracted Sangriento long enough for that Neanderthal to come to his senses.

Cole
Just hang on a second, Heyman was seriously concerned about Lesnar and you can see that he was really debating whether or not to throw in the towel or not.

Lawler
Oh please, Heyman’s never been concerned about anyone else a single day in his life.

JR
On the flip side you have Don West, who has nearly thrown in the towel on several occasions. And here lies yet another moment where he has to make a gut-wrenching decision. Sangriento’s body crashed through the announce table and Lesnar is now on his feet with a chair in his hands. Will West let this go on?

Lesnar indeed has a chair in his hands and he raises it high into the air and brings it down hard on Sangriento’s taped shoulder, once, twice and now thrice making his next move obvious, but the question is: Will Sangriento have it in to counter? West watches as Lesnar drags Sangriento over towards the ring and pushes him inside before climbing in himself. The man who has dominated and won championships everywhere he’s been, lifts Sangriento to his feet and has to hold him up himself because the mask man can’t even stand on his own.

Lesnar props Sangriento laughs and just laughs right there in his face until, Sangriento weakly slaps him in the face. Sangriento, raises his arm to do it again, but this time Lesnar’s ready for it and he grabs it to lock in the Kimura! Lesnar drops back onto the mat and Sangriento’s screams can be heard coming out from under the mask. West has had enough, he raises the towel into the air ready to throw it in, when Sangriento cries out, “Don, don’t do it!” Both managers on the outside of the ring are taken aback, and the shock of hearing Sangriento speak perfect English catches Lesnar off guard enough to cause him to loosen his grip.

Sangriento tries to lift Brock off the ground; in-between his screams of pain you can hear his grunts of effort. Sangriento gets the beast incarnate maybe an inch or two off the ground, but doesn’t have it in him to get him any higher, and he Lesnar’s back hits the mat again it doesn’t even phase him. Maybe if he was bigger… maybe if he was stronger… maybe if he hadn’t already endured so much… maybe—Brock bends Sangriento’s arm into a position it shouldn’t go and with Sangriento’s screams filling his ears, West launches the towel into the ring then gets into the ring himself.

West: The towel’s in the ring! I’m in the ring! Now, get him the hell off!










JR
It’s over. Thank goodness this has finally come to an end.










Cole
There was a point where I thought this would never end and now that it has I don’t know what to think.










Lawler
You have to wonder how this will affect their relationship going forward.













The boos only get louder when Lesnar refuses to let do, keeping the Kimura locked in until he’s sure that Sangriento’s arm is broken. West is on his knees struggling to break Lesnar’s grip but it’s no use, that grip isn’t being broken anytime soon. Suddenly the crowd roars, creating a loud mixed reaction, and the camera sweeps around the arena searching for the source of the disturbance, until it settles on an arena of the crowd where Dean Ambrose is making his way down!

Heyman gets into the ring, alerting Brock to the presence of this man. Ambrose hops over the barricade slowly circles the ring. Brock is on his feet, standing to the side of Heyman while West shifts his attention back and forth from Ambrose to The Ref tending to Sangriento. Finally the ex-Shield member crawls into the ring, then makes his way over to West and Sangriento. Heyman is beside himself with glee, thinking Ambrose is here to finish the job. As West pleads with him and the crowd boos like crazy, Ambrose pulls his signature pipe from out of his boot, but Brock isn’t about to let someone that isn’t him touch Sangriento.

He muts a hand on Ambrose’s shoulder before spinning him around and gets whacked on the leg with the pipe! The crowd explodes as Ambrose backs into the corner hyping himself up while watching as Lesnar holds his knee on the ground. Ambrose points his fingers at the fallen monster, then “shoots” him before charging forward… Heyman pulls Lesnar out of the ring and to safety! The boos kick up again as Heyman and Lesnar make their way up the ramp keeping their eyes on Ambrose and trying to make sense of what just happened. However, the slight smirk on West’s face is all the clarification they need.

XWL’s X-Treme X-Mas returns after a long video package hyping up the main event to the smiling face of Paul Heyman backstage, bringing a roaring boo out of the thousands in attendance.

{{Paul Heyman}}
There you are! Did you see that! Did you watch what just went down in that ring? Well if you didn’t then I’ll tell you, tonight, my client, Brock Lesnar, proved to Don West, Sangriento, and the rest of the XWL Universe that-

{{The Ryback}}
I saw it, you don’t have to tell me. My favorite part was when Dean Ambrose ran out there and kicked Brock Lesnar's ass!

The camera zooms out to show The Ryback, who gets an unexpected cheer, most likely due to his put-offish attitude towards Heyman, who as we all know is hated, especially by this crowd who had to witness Brock Lesnar vs. Sangriento just moments ago.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Forget Dean Ambrose, The West Side Army might have gotten another member but I always have an ace up my sleeve!! Tonight you saw Brock Lesnar “cream” that masked twig! You saw him lock on that Kimura Lock until Don West had no other choice than to throw in the towel! Proving myself right! You saw Don West fail yet again!

{{The Ryback}}
No. I saw you look on without a concern in the world for anyone other than yourself as your cleint almost died in that ring. I saw your true colors. I saw the difference between a good manager and a filthy, dirty, rotten, good for nothing cheat, and believe me, the good manager isn’t in this room.

The crowd begins to cheer for The Ryback for a change.

{{Paul Heyman}}
I can understand why you would think all of that but The Ryback, let me ask you this, who won the match?

The Ryback looks like he almost had a change of heart when Heyman called him “The” Ryback, but quickly remembered who he was dealing with, and how Paul Heyman’s silver tounge has fooled even the smartest of men.

{{The Ryback}}
Is that all that it’s about for you? Winning? That seems a little hypocritical seeing as you accused Mr. West of the same thing ju-

{{Paul Heyman}}
No. Don West only cares about winning. He only cares about getting himself to the top no matter who he has to use. But me? Well, here’s the thing about me The Ryback. I actually care about what my clients want, and what is in their best interest. Brock Lesnar only cares about winning, he told me that no matter what happened out there not to stop the match, and I didn’t, and he won. Simple as that. Unlike Don West, I actually listen to my clients. And unlike Don West, and more importantly, I don’t have a laundry list of ex-clients who I got injured or fired!

{{The Ryback}}
Other than Curtis Axel.

The Ryback sneers as he says Axel’s name.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Curtis Axel was a disgrace, he was a lost cause. I gave him everything he needed to become a star, but he just didn’t have it in him to follow through. You can give someone wings and teach them to fly but if they’re not willing to flap then there’s nothing you can do other than cut off their wings seeing as they won’t need them. And that’s exactly what you did last week The Ryback. You did my a huge favor, and I was never able to truly thank you.

{{The Ryback}}
Don’t you think for a second that I did that for you. I did that for Don West, I did that for Sangriento, I did that for Corey Graves, Amazing Red, Kharma. I did that for those who’ve had my back since day one, not as soon as I started getting title shots.

{{Paul Heyman}}
You think it’s the title shots? Really? Brock Lesnar is my client, if I wanted title shots I could get title shots. Hell, there are a lot of wrestlers in the back right now capable of getting title shots that would love to be a Heyman Guy. But I picked you. And why did I pick you The Ryack? Well it’s simple really. I see a talent in you that I don’t see in most others. You want to be a star, you want to make it in this buisness. You have the build, you have the strength. All you need is the right manager to get you to the point in your career where you need to be. And I know that I’m that guy. And regardless of what you did last week or why you did it, Curtis Axel won that match. He beat Sangreinto just like Brock Lesnar did tonight. So that means that you and I are going to go down to that ring together later tonight and you’re going to face an opponent that I hand picked for you.

{{The Ryback}}
No way. I’ll never let you be in my corner, not after what I saw you do tonight!

{{Paul Heyman}}
How many times do I have to tell you. Brock Lesnar won the match. And I’m going to give you the oppurtunity to do the same thing against a man far greater than Sangriento. I’m giving you the chance to get your name out there. To make an impact. And Stephanie McMahon said that either you follow through with tonight or you’ll be fired by Vince McMahon himself because a deal’s a deal!

The crowd boos, sympathizing with The Ryback

{{The Ryback}}
Well then, it looks like Mr. McMahon will just have to fire me then.

{{Paul Heyman}}
You’re making a mistake

The Ryback begins to walk away as the crowd cheers.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Don’t you want to know who I picked out for you?

{{The Ryback}}
No. There’s no name that you can say right now that would change my mind.

{{Paul Heyman}}
… It’s Goldberg…

The Ryback stops suddenly and slowly turns around to face Heyman as the crowd lets out a surprised reaction to the news.

{{The Ryback}}
..Fine I’ll do it. But I’m not doing it for you..

The Ryback walks off as Heyman smiles to himself while the crowd buzzes in anticipation for the match.

{{King}}
You hear that!!! Goldberg vs. The Ryback!! Right here tonight!! What a match!!! Boy does Paul Heyman know how to deliver!

X-treme X-mas' feed begins to cut out.




As the feed returns, the screen is grey. A man sits there with his hand covering his face. He begins to speak.




[Sami Callihan]
"There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. It would seem that the world has forgotten about yours truly. Seeing I'm new to this world, I would like to introduce myself. Before I was forgotten, I was known as 'The New Horror'. Before I was forgotten, I was the ORIGINAL 'Wrestling's Worst Nightmare', but that... that has all changed now. Through your eyes, I am nothing more than some guy. Just some guy talking to a camera. Talking... hoping there is someone listening on the other side. Hoping that this will be played at X-Treme X-mas tonight. Tonight... the night I was supposed to return, so I could be an "enhancement talent" for someone's match. Instead, I didn't show up. It wouldn't have been much of a return, though. Through your eyes it would be nothing more than a debut. You people forget that exactly one year ago, I was standing in that ring."



[Sami Callihan]
"Forgetting about me isn't your fault though. The people who are at fault are the people sitting behind the screen you're watching me on right now. The producers,... the directors,... the writers,... the owners... They held me down and did not let me take my career to the next level. They are the reason I live in a broken down apartment in Bellefontaine, Ohio... unlike Ted DiBiase, Triple H, HBK, Cena, and Cody Rhodes who are living in huge mansions in some tropical city. They are the reason I have to settle for a toothless-druggie-whore, rather than going home to a supermodel wife. My bank account balance says I have a total of one hundred twenty-three dollars, while the "top-tier talent" balances are in the millions. For once in my life... I understand. I understand why XWL management don't see anything in me. I mean... look at me. I'm not the most cosmetically pleasing guy in the world. I'm not a model that decided to get into professional wrestling, because I thought it looked "cool". I'm not some good looking, jock, college football player that jumped over to professional wrestling, because I wasn't good enough to make it into Pro Football. I'm not some roided up douchebag, who just so happened to be a lifting buddy of one of the top stars here in XWL. I'm not some collegiate wrestler, but I guarantee you I'm a better PRO wrestler than any collegiate wrestler ever will be."



[Sami Callihan]
"Look what pro wrestling as come to... From a profession that used to be based on how well you performed, to a profession that is based on how much make-up you have on, what you're wearing, and how fake you can be. Don't think I forgot about the ladies... Back before I was forgotten, I walked the halls of arenas before XWL events and I could smell the silicone seeping through Divas' pores. In a profession full of fake people, there is one man that is one hundred percent real. His name is Sami Callihan. A man that when he says he'll slap you in the face, he'll actually do it,... unlike the rest of the XWL roster. A man that will take on all competitors, Big or Small, then will beat the life out of them. Ladies and gentlemen, who you see before you is a man without morals. I don't care who you are, where you came from, who your daddy is,... I will hurt you."



[Sami Callihan]
"Pain... I know all about pain. No man or woman in that locker room has ever felt the pain that I have felt. Pain... mentally or physically. Mentally, when XWL management calls you the day before their most extreme pay-per-view of the year and offer you a contract. To most, that wouldn't be painful... but to me, that's the most painful thing that has ever happened to me. I get signed, just so I can be treated like a worthless piece of garbage. I get signed so the higher-ups can have something to laugh at and make fun of. You're probably wondering, why I accepted. I accepted for two reasons. One, I need the money. Two, I want to make XWL management regret ever remembering me. The Sami Callihan they remembered, the same Sami Callihan you people forgot about, was weak... pathetic.... worthless. Back when I got fired, I cremated the man known as 'The New Horror'. From those ashes emerged a man greater than before. From those ashes emerged 'The DeathMachine'. From those ashes emerged a new Sami Callihan. A man who is not to be forgotten. Soon, Sami Callihan will be a household name. Soon, Sami Callihan will be the one living in a mansion. Soon, Sami Callihan will be driving fast cars and coming home to supermodels. Soon..."



[Sami Callihan]
"...Sami Callihan will own the world... Never forget."


The feed cuts out again.




As X-Treme X-Mas' normal feed goes back on the air, we transition to the next segment.

*X-treme X-Mas returns from a brief commercial break and we’re taken to the ringside area*

Jim Ross
Hello folks and welcome back to XWL’s most cheerful show of the year X-Treme X-Mas. From all of us here at XWL we hope your Holiday’s are going well.

Michael Cole
Speak for yourself JR. Around this time every year this company does one thing and says another. Nothing about this Holiday is ever joyful or exciting.

Jerry Lawler
Uh oh JR. It looks like the grinch got loose and made his way here to XWL. Security! Security! Somebody send this grinch a-packing

Michael Cole
Oh ha ha ha. Very, funny.

Jim Ross
Come now Michael where’s your holiday spirit? We’ve got a great show lined up tonight. The Holiday season is all about spending time with the people you love. Opening presents and just enjoying the time you have together.

Michael Cole
It went right out the door when I was told I’d have to come to work and sit next to you two.

Jim Ross
Oh come now Michael. We’ve still got a lot of great matches to come. Like The Undertaker vs. Sheamus. Triple H vs. Antonio Cesaro and even Miz vs. Alberto Del Rio for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Jerry Lawler
Lets not forget about our lovely Diva’s JR. We’ve got AJ and Layla teaming up against Bayley and a partner of her choosing and then perhaps the biggest show of the night. Summer Rae is facing off against Kaitlyn in a dance contest. Whoever chooses to miss that one will get some coal in there stocking.  Go on Michael you’ve got somewhere to be

*King grins as Cole glares and shakes his head before speaking*

Michael Cole
That’s real nice Jerry. What happened to good will towards men? Can you blame me for being this way every time this Holiday rolls around something bad happens.. To me.. And I won’t stand for it not anymore.

*Cole goes to get up and walk away when suddenly the lights go out for a few seconds. Minutes later they come back on but dim a dark green and red. The audience looks around in surprise and confusion when suddenly a cheerful theme fills the speakers*



*Moments later a man comes out on stage donned in a red hat coat and trousers. He appears to be carrying a big red sack and has a big fluffy white beard. As the camera zooms closer it appears to be none other than Santa Claus. He makes he way down the ramp as the audience begins to cheer.*

Michael Cole
To quote my good friend The Miz.. Really… Really guys? This is the best you’re going to do? Oh well this should be a good one. I bet I know who that Santa is.

Jerry Lawler
Oh come now Cole would you sit down and shut up. We’ve got Santa Claus in the building folks. Show him some respect.

*Cole shakes his head and sits down. The camera cuts to the ringside area as Santa makes his way up the steps. He smiles at a ringside worker and they politely bring him a chair and sit it in the middle of the ring. He looks around at all the fans as they begin to cheer before he sits down. Another ringside worker brings him a microphone.*



Santa
Well now it’s sure nice and toasty here on this side of the world tonight. For those of you who do not know me my name is Kris. Kris Kringle, but for those of you that do, I’m more commonly known to this world as Santa Claus. I thought that I would take time off from delivering presents all over the world and pay you all a little visit here tonight.

Michael Cole
Y.. You.. Have GOT to be kidding me.... THIS... man is Santa Claus? Oh gimme a break

*The camera cuts back to the ring and Santa continues to speak again*

Santa
I see where all in good spirits tonight are we? Well let me pull out my list and mark each and every one of you as a good boy or girl.. Does that sound fun?

*The audience begins to cheer and Santa chuckles lightly. The camera focuses on him and we see his belly jiggle a little bit and his cheeks turn red before fading. He raises his microphone and speaks again*

Santa
Santa actually has a better idea. How about we let some of you people from the crowd come in here and tell me what you would like for Christmas? How does that sound everybody

*The audience begins to cheer loudly and Cole simply rolls his eyes. Ringside workers slowly begin to bring in kids from the audience. One by one they lead them up the steps and into the ring.  He motions for the first kid and a ringside camera worker brings them over and he places them on Santa’s knee.

The kid stays silent and doesn’t move. Santa lightly laughs and begins to speak*

Santa
What’s your name little girl and what would you like for Christmas?

*Again, silence and no movement. Santa smiles politely and speaks again*

Santa
Oh I know something you would like. Santa’s got something real special for you… You’re going to love it I promise…

*The camera zooms in on Santa as he grabs his big red bag. He opens it ever so slightly and then begins to riffle through it. He finds something and then grabs it and presents it to the girl for everyone to see*

Santa
How about this nice authentic Antonio Cesaro XWL T-Shirt. Who wouldn’t want to be able to wear a shirt featuring the Swiss-superman himself huh?

Michael Cole
Oh what a nice gift for that little girl. Cesaro is definitely one of our best in this company.

*The girl hesitantly takes the shirt and is then helped out of the ring and back into the stands. Another cameraman brings over another kid and sets them on Santa’s lap Santa then greets them*

Santa
Hello little boy and what’s your name?

*Again another kid stays silent and doesn’t say anything. So Santa continues to speak anyway*

Santa
Well then I’ll just reach in my bag here and see what we can get you

A minute late he pulls out a dvd. As the camera zooms in some fans cheer whilst others boo. *

Santa
None other than Christmas Bounty starring your World Champion The Miz. What do you think of that? Is that a great present or what?

*Before the kid can reply he’s overshadowed by Cole’s excitement*

Michael Cole
Great present or what? It’s the best present ever! Why? Because he’s The Miz and Christmas Bounty is Awesooome!

*Suddenly the kid looks up at Santa and motions for him to come closer. He can quietly be heard saying “you want to know what I think” So Santa leans in with the mic and speaks*

Santa
Now what do you think of that amazing present right there son?



*Santa puts the mic to the kid and the camera zooms in as the kid speaks*



Boy
I don’t think you’re the real Santa!

Jim Ross
Not the real Santa what on earth?

Jerry Lawler
Well now hold on JR maybe there’s an explanation

*Santa looks around as some of the crowd begins to boo. His tone in his voice begins to change a tiny bit. He speaks calmly looking into the kids eyes but has a bit of a tone to his voice*

Santa
You don’t think I’m the real Santa Claus? What makes you say that. Of course I’m Santa kid. Why would I come out here if I wasn’t. You know what. Forget it. You can go ahead and leave. Merry Christmas everybody but Santa has to go now.

*Santa goes to get up and leave the ring when suddenly the sound of glass shattering blares through the speakers and that can only mean one thing.*



Jim Ross
Oh my. Could it.. Could it really be..

Jerry Lawler
It just might JR. I think… I think..



Michael Cole
Dammit! Nooooo what is he doing here!

Jim Ross
Yes it’s Stone Cold Steve Austin. Austin’s back. One things for sure folks business has just picked up!

*Austin makes his way into the ring. Microphone in hand. He circles “Santa” and looks at him. Austin leans in the corner before perching himself up on the top turnbuckle. He looks around as the crowd cheers for him. Feeling good he’s back in an XWL for the first time in a while.*



*Santa laughs abruptly. Austin stops looking at the fans and looks towards “Santa” he hops down off the turnbuckle and gets just inches from him and speaks*

{Stone Cold}
Shut up!

*The crowd goes crazy at this notion. Austin paces briefly before continuing to speak*

{Stone Cold}
Ho ho ho. Oh hell yeah! You come out here expecting people to just sit on your lap. Thinking just coz you got that there suit.

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
That hat with that little ball on it.

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
That you got a big ole gut

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
And that there sack of toys that these people will believe you’re Santa Claus? Well, let me tell you something, son if you want these here people to believe you’re Santa you don’t go around giving them this crap and you definitely do not yell at them. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?

Crowd
What?!

Santa
Well now Mr. Austin I was just trying to do something nice. I don’t appreciate these people not accepting my gifts and I most certainly do not tolerate someone disrespecting me.

Crowd
What?!



{Stone Cold}
Wait a minute wait a minute. Let ole Stone Cold see if he understands you correctly. You’re coming out here. You got your little suit on. Your hat. Your shoes are all shined up REAL nice. Then you invite the little kiddies into the ring and you give them gifts. Then they proceed to not like some of your gifts and you yell at them? Are you a stupid some bitch or something? What part of gift don’t 'cha understand son? If they don’t like what you got then you man up and move onto the next kid you beady-eyed lil jackass.

Santa
I..I don’t think I appreciate your tone. Don’t you know who I am?

Crowd
What?!

Santa
I’m Santa Claus

Crowd
What?!

*Austin begins to pace the ring. He pauses raises his mic and speaks*

{Stone Cold}
So you’re the real Santa?

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
You got them rosy red cheeks?

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
That belly full of jelly?

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
Well tell me son. If I pull this here beard what’s gonna happen? Is it gon' stay on or come off or and Stone Cold will have given you a makeover?

Crowd

Santa
Of course it's real

Crowd
What?!



{Stone Cold}
“Santa” if that really is you then you wouldn’t have a problem telling me what I want for Christmas right here right now would ya?

Santa
Of course not Mr. Austin. You.. you want a beer and.. some.. Tidily Winks.

Crowd
What?!



{Stone Cold}
Well, son, you got the beer part right. However I can tell you what to do with every one of your damn tidily winks. Now I’m gonna say it again. Are you the real Santa or are you just a fat, no good, piece of trash?

Crowd
What?!

{Stone Cold}
Alright this is what we’re gonna do. You got your nice little suit on. Your rosy cheeks. You’re damn sure fat enough to be Santa. So I want you to do something for me… Stand up son. Lemme get a look at ‘cha.



{Stone Cold}
Well to be honest you got the fat part down but I don’t know if I believe you quite yet. So we’re gonna do us a little survey is that alright with you?

*Santa Nods as Austin paces and goes to speak*

{Stone Cold}
If y’all think this some bitch isn't the real Santa Claus gimme a hell yeah!

Crowd
HELL YEAH!

Santa
Oh but I am the real Santa Mr. Austin I am.

Crowd
What?!

*Austin walks over to the kid from before*



{Stone Cold}
Kid you say he’s the real Santa or not?!

*The kid says no and shakes his head. Austin turns his attention to Santa and speaks*



{Stone Cold}
Well, son, the jury’s out. Looks like you’re lying to ole Stone Cold So I’m gonna say again. Are. You. The. Real. Santa?

*Austin looks over at the commentators table. Cole grins in an odd fashion and Austin smirks, before turning his attention to Santa, he speaks*



{Stone Cold}
Since it is Christmas, and this is the season of giving, I’ve got a gift for ya Santa. Straight from the bottom of Stone Cold’s heart…

*Austin suddenly drops the mic and next thing we know*







{Stone Cold}
Ohhh Heelll Yeaahhh! Merry Christmas Michael you stupid son of a bitch!

Jim Ross
Michael did you…

Jerry Lawler
I wouldn’t put it past him JR…

*The camera quickly cuts back to Austin who drags the lifeless Santa to the center of the ring. Santa begins to stir. Austin hops up on the turnbuckle and delivers a devastating diving elbow to the back of his head knocking “Santa” out.*



*Austin then climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air.



The fans cheer as we fade to break*

On the titantron the numbers 1…30…13…. are shown followed by a very familiar theme song.



Some of Edge’s last words before leaving the XWL begin to repeat, explaining that he left because he needed a change, he needed to find himself, because the man who lost to Ted DiBiase, that wasn’t The Rated-R Superstar, that wasn’t the Ultimate Oppurtunist, the Master Manipulater, that.. wasn’t Edge. Now finally, after months of waiting, the XWL Universe will once again be able to see Edge live on Breakdown. And not only will he be returning but The Cutting Edge will also be making it’s return as well. And it’s guest?..



That’s right! Christian! Edge’s long time best friend? Could this mean the reuniting of E&C? Or does Edge have another agenda going through that head of his? Find out next week on The Cutting Edge! When The Rated-R Superstar will be making his much awaited return!



As Edge’s picture lingers on the titantron the crowd continues to cheer. The crowd brings it’s attention to the ring, where Lillian Garcia is seen with a mic in hand.

{{Lillian Garcia}}
Ladies and gentleman this bout is set for one fall with no disqualifications!

{{King}}
You hear that! A no disqualification match! Anything can happen!

{{JR}}
I didn’t know a no disqualification match that was supposed to happen right now. I wonder who the two opponents for this match are!

{{Lillian Garcia}}
Introducing first, accompanied by Paul Heyman, weighing in at 291 pounds, from Sin City, The Ryback!!!



The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, some cheers for The Ryback as well as boos for Heyman.

{{Michael Cole}}
Look! It’s Paul Heyman!

{{King}}
Who cares about Heyman, it’s The Ryback!

{{Michael Cole}}
Really King? The Ryback wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for Paul Heyman.

{{King}}
No, The Ryback wouldn’t be here tonight if it wasn’t for Don West, even he’s admitted to that. All Paul Heyman’s done is force him into a match that he didn’t even ask for.

{{Michael Cole}}
Oh boo hoo, The Ryback has to face Goldberg, a match that he’s always wanted. A match that could make his career. A match for greater than any match he’s ever had as Don West’s client! Poor Ryback! Give me a break King. The Ryback is ungrateful, he should be thanking Paul Heyman, not talking back to him!

The Ryback enters in his usual fashion, screaming “WAKE UP!” as his stage pyro goes off. He begins to walk down the ramp, staring at the ring, thinking over his strategy for the match that he’s been waiting for since day one. After tonight he will no longer be compared to Goldberg, never have “Goldberg” chants go on all throughout his matches, tonight he will prove that he is not only more dedicated to this business than Goldberg, but a better wrestler as well. He leaps up onto the apron in a single bound, continuing to look into the middle of the ring, more focused than ever, not allowing the grinning Paul Heyman by his side to distract him.



{{Lillian Garcia}}
And the challenger, from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 285 pounds, Goldberg!!

The crowd lets out a pop as Goldberg’s locker room door is shown. You can see it shake from a blow from the inside before it is opened, revealing Goldberg himself storming into the hallway. He pounds his chest as he walks down the hall, stopping and looking at the door labeled “Brock Lesnar”. The crowd buzzes as Goldberg continues to stare at the name before pounding his chest and continuing on. The Ryback can be shown pacing the ring, awaiting his opponent. Goldberg enters through the curtain, head down as his stage pyro goes off. He slams his hands together as the rest of the pyro shoots out from the ramp and stage before the monster begins to head down to the ring.

{{Michael Cole}}
This should be great! Goldberg versus The Ryback!! What could get better than this!

The crowd begins to chant “Goldberrrggg!! The-Ry-Back! Goldbbberrrrggg! The-Ry-Back!” cheering on both competitors. The Ryback looks around at the crowd and nods his head, soaking in the foreign cheers. Goldberg enters the ring and the two monsters begin to circle one another, sizing each other up.

Ding, Ding, Ding!!

{{Michael Cole}}
And we’re under way!! This shou-


{{Michael Cole}}
-What the…

The crowd lets out a boo as Brock Lesnar comes out to the stage with a huge smirk. The Ryback and Goldberg look to the stage as Brock begins to crack his neck and walk down the ramp towards the ring.

{{Michael Cole}}
Brilliant! Goldberg has no chance against The Ryback and Brock Lesnar! And the match is no disqualification so there’s nothing that the ref can do about it!! Paul Heyman is brilliant!

{{King}}
The Ryback won’t work with Brock Lesnar! He hates Paul Heyman and that feeling probably goes double for Brock, especially after what he did to Sangriento!

{{Michael Cole}}
No, The Ryback is out here because he wants what’s best for his career, and he knows that Paul Heyman is what’s best! You see! With Heyman The Ryback is now going to defeat the likes of Goldberg on PPV!! And there’s no one that can stop him!

The crowd goes wild as The Ryback begins to shout at Brock Lesnar, daring him to enter the ring and threatening to take him out if he tries to. The crowd pops once more as Goldberg stands next to The Ryback and joins him shouting at Lesnar, daring him into the ring. Brock begins to pace on the outside, unsure of his chances against both of the monsters united in the ring. The Ryback senses this and decides to take matters into his own hands, charging out of the ring and meeting Lesnar head on! The two begin to trade blows as Heyman looks on in shock. Brock gets the upper hand and throws The Ryback into the ring! Brock enters but as soon as he gets to his feet he is taken down with a Thesz Press by The Ryback who begins to slam Lesnar to the mat while shouting “STUPID”!! The Ryback backs up into the corner of the ring, winding up his arm as the crowd chants “FEED ME MORE!” Brock slowly gets to his feet as The Ryback charges!

{{JR}}
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!!!! BAH GAWD KING HE NEARLY BROKE HIM IN HALF!!!!!

The crowd lets out a huge boo as Goldberg quickly gets back to his feet after spearing The Ryback. He looks down at The Human Wrecking Ball and shouts “STUPID!” before walking over to Brock Lesnar and shaking his hand, both monsters grinning ear to ear. Paul Heyman makes a big deal of walking up the steps and into the ring, grinning almost as much as the two behemoths in the ring. Heyman stands in between Goldberg and Brock Lesnar and holds both of their hands in the air.

{{JR}}
Now that is a sight to see! Goldberg and Brock Lesnar on the same page!! And with Paul Heyman behind it all, who knows what those three are capable of!

Heyman requests a mic and begins to speak to The Ryback, who is still laying in the ring clutching his side.

{{Paul Heyman}}
You see that Th-.. Ryback! You see what you could have been a part of? You see the greatness that stands before you? Goldberg is an unstoppable force, and Brock Lesnar? Well he’s an immovable object. People always ask what happens when an unstoppable force meets and immovable object, but I always wondered, what would happen if an unstoppable force were to work with, team with, an immovable object. So ladies and gentleman, I present to you the answer to that very question, because tonight marks the beginning of a great day for the XWL. Tonight Goldberg and Brock Lesnar join forces, tonight Goldberg officially becomes a Heyman Guy, tonight you look upon the two faces that together will not only dominate the XWL, but destroy it. And we’re going to prove it, right here, right now. We’re going to show you all what we’re capable of. I would ask for a volunteer from the locker room brave enough to come out here and challenge us to be our guinea pig, but I know that no one would dare step into the ring with these two monsters. So lucky for us Ryback here will do just fine. Goldberg? Brock? You know what to do.

Heyman steps back as Goldberg and Lesnar corner The Ryback, who was able to crawl into the corner of the ring and use the ropes to get to a knee.

{{JR}}
It’s The West Side Army!!

Sure enough Don West, Dean Ambrose, and a bruised and battered Sangriento walk out onto the stage. The distraction was just enough for The Ryback to escape out of the ring, and make his way to the rest of the West Side Army, clutching his ribs. As he approaches Don West pats him on the shoulder, causing The Ryback to wince, still hurt from the spear as West says “Welcome back”. The Ryback puts a hand on Sangriento’s shoulder, and glares towards the ring along with the rest of The West Side Army. Heyman laughs as Lesnar and Goldberg pace the ring behind him. The camera goes back and forth between The West Side Army and The Heyman Guys glaring at one another before we are shown a hype up video for the Main Event.

*The shot opens up with acre upon acre filled with snow and a small breeze filling the sounds in the air. The camera pans around, taking in buildings and homes with snowmen in their front yards and the faint imprint of snow angels in the lawns of said homes. The camera continues to move around, before stopping on a shot of the arena where tonight's Pay-Per-View is being held as the words “Earlier Today” appear on the bottom right corner of the screen before fading after a few moments. The peaceful sounds of the wind blowing in the distance is quickly replaced with the sound of an engine revving up and approaching the arena.*

*The camera pans towards the sound as a vehicle drives into the parking lot and stops on a dime. After the snow the vehicle kicked up clears, the vehicle in question becomes apparent: A black Lamborghini with tinted windows and the license plate reading “Reigns.” The person driving the vehicle is quickly revealed as Roman Reigns, the powerhouse of the once dominant trifecta known as The Shield. The cameraman walks towards the car, but before he could get any closer, the car is turned off and the door on the drivers side slides open and the man driving the vehicle steps out, revealing to be Dean Ambrose wearing a Santa hat.*

*Ambrose moves the drivers seat forward and pulls out his bag before throwing it over his shoulder and closes the car door. He adjusts his Santa hat while looking at the mirror on the door then  begins walking towards the set of double doors that will allow him entry into the arena where he will take on his former allies in Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Upon reaching the doors, he runs into his first obstacle:*



*A sign that reads, “No wrestlers pass this point” that causes Ambrose to look towards the camera, and in turn, the camera to look at the sign. Ambrose lets out a sign and shakes his head before hearing a voice behind him.*

[????]
Good to see that public education is at an all time high.

*The tone is very familiar, immediately the camera shifts to the direction of the voice, and there standing at an open passenger door is none other than Ted DiBiase. In his left hand is his Money in the Bank briefcase, and his left? A Santa Hat! He slips it on over his head, before walking over towards Dean and shaking his head at the sign.*



[Ted DiBiase]
So what now?

{Dean Ambrose}
Well, the sign says wrestler, which we both know is me. You, on the other hand, are a “superstar,” so it appears that this affects me more than it does you. Then again, I stole Reigns' car from his garage, who am I to let a sign tell me what to do?

*Ambrose takes a step forward and places his hand on the handle, attempting to open it by pulling, as Ted just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. He tilts his head to the side to see if anybody saw him unsuccessfully attempt to open the door. Ambrose tries again, this time, using more strength than before, but ultimately yielding the same result.*



[Ted DiBiase]
Need some help there?

{Dean Ambrose}
No, I got this, just stay over there.

*Ambrose decides to take a different approach, pushing instead of pulling this time around, but the door doesn't seem to budge. He mumbles, “Son of a bit-” to himself before taking a step back. Without warning, Ambrose pulls out his trusty lead pipe from his boot and quickly attempts to swing it at the door, but Ted swiftly puts a stop to that by using both his hands to stop Ambrose from striking said door.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Whoa there, slugger.

*DiBiase releases his grip, allowing Dean to pull away and hold it at the side of his leg, staring at Ted annoyed, clearly sure that his plan couldn't go wrong, even though it totally would have.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Let me try, you know you're supposed to twist it, right?

*Dean stares at Ted with a gaze that says "No, really? I didn't know" without saying a single word, you can just see that very reaction written vividly on his face. DiBiase places his hand on the handle, twisting it, look at Dean and mouthing "See?" before trying to pull it, only for it to stay in place, and not even move a little bit. Which makes Dean smirk, seeing Ted fail, just as he had.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Wipe that smirk off your face, I'm showing you what you did wrong, now watch me do it RIGHT. Okay first you twist it...

*Ted keeps it twisted tightly*

[Ted DiBiase]
Then you pull it....

*Nothing of course happens and Dean waits for Ted to realize he's not going to have any better luck at this than he did.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Now push inwards...

*It's clearly a pull type of door, so this does nothing, absolutely nothing, and Ted starts to bite his lower lip, trying his best to not look like a fool, but failing miserably*

[Ted DiBiase]
Hold on, I got this, watch closely now, it's going to open right about.....NOW!


*Ted pulls on it with all of the force inside that he calls upon...but not a damn thing happens. This frustrates Ted, with a snickering Dean in the background Ted turns away from the door then starts screaming before rushing right at the door, kicking his foot up, and punting it full force! An action that does not have a good result, Ted screams at the top of his lungs a second after impact "MOTHER F-!" but he stops himself, holding his foot as he hobbles in place, trying to act cool, but there's no recovering from that.*

{Dean Ambrose}
What I want to know is what was going through your mind when you thought it would be a good idea to kick a door that you have to pull to open? What's your next bright idea, are you going to pay the door a hundred dollars to open?



[Ted DiBiase]
You know, maybe it's like one of the club doors, where you slide a bill under the door and they open up!

{Dean Ambrose}
Why would it... You know what, that might actually work.

*The sarcasm in Ambrose's voice is apparent but Ted doesn't seem to catch it as he's preoccupied getting his wallet and pulling out a crisp one hundred dollar bill before putting the wallet away. He takes a few steps towards the door and drops down to a knee, sliding the bill under the small crevice, then taking a step back. After a few moments, a shadow appears that's visible from the other side of the door before the bill is picked up and a voice is heard shouting, “It's my lucky day!” as a sound of footsteps retreating is heard shortly after.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Did that just-

{Dean Ambrose}
Yeah, it did.

*Both men remain standing along side one another, as a silence falls over the area, both of them trying to think of an idea to get the door open. Ted is the first to come up with something, or so it seems. He raises his hand up in air, almost as if a revelation has come to him, and opens his mouth to speak but quickly stops himself before shaking his head, mumbling, “That will never work.” A few more moments of silence pass by before Ambrose snaps his fingers.*



{Dean Ambrose}
I got it. Wait here.

[Ted DiBiase]
Where are you-

{Dean Ambrose}
Don't worry about it.

*Ambrose walks away from the door and back towards the parking lot, with both the cameraman and Ted looking towards his direction, wondering why the psychotic mind of Dean Ambrose has come up with. He takes a few more steps before coming to a standstill, moving his head from left to right, looking at the empty parking lot. Ambrose begins to scratch the back of his head with his right hand, raising his left slightly, pointing towards the parking lot. He thinks about it for a moment before putting two and two together and running his hands through his hair. He turns around and begins to make his way back towards Ted and the cameraman.*



{Dean Ambrose}
Just so we're on the same page, what did we arrive in?

[Ted DiBiase]
Reigns' Lamborghini, why?

{Dean Ambrose}
I thought so. Look out towards that parking lot and tell me what you see.

*Ted turns his attention from Ambrose and towards the parking lot. After a moment of not seeing anything, he turns back to Ambrose.*



[Ted DiBiase]
Nothing.

{Dean Ambrose}
Exactly. Let that sink in for a minute.

[Ted DiBiase]
Wait a second, SOMEONE STOLE THE CAR YOU STOLE!



{Dean Ambrose}
I didn't steal it, I borrowed it.

[Ted DiBiase]
Okay then, tell me this, did you plan on returning it to Roman?

{Dean Ambrose}
That's not the point.

[Ted DiBiase]
The nerve of some people, I mean it's like you can't just leave a car parked for a few minutes without someone riding away in it.

{Dean Ambrose}
I didn't even hear it start. Did you?



[Ted DiBiase]
I heard something, but that may have just been my pride being shattered by this door.

{Dean Ambrose}
How did they even start it, I have the keys right he-

*Ambrose rises his hand up to show that he has the keys, but it's empty. He realizes this and begins to look around the snow for them, being unsuccessful in his endeavor.*

{Dean Ambrose}
Where did they- Well, guess it's not our problem now.

[Ted DiBiase]
Maybe they just took it for a spin, I'm sure they'll be back before we know it...I mean it's Christmas, can someone really be that cruel, as to steal a car from someone, ON CHRISTMAS?

*Ted quickly realizes that technically applies to what Dean did and then continues.*

[Ted DiBiase]
It was funny when you did it! Like that darn Dean, up to no good again, ain't he a stinker. But my luggage was in that car, technically so was Roman's....but we so would have given it back to him...it's not like you were planning on throwing it into a river, or scattering his clothes out on the highway, right?

{Dean Ambrose}
Of course not, what would make you think that I would do such a thing?

*Ambrose looks away with his arms crossed over his chest and is heard mumbling, “Damnit.”*



{Dean Ambrose}
Look on the bright side, at least now he won't know I was the one who stole his car, it could have been anybody as far as he's concerned. The only thing that really had any value inside that car was those Beyonce CDs that were in the glove box, and even that's pushing it.

[Ted DiBiase]
Oh please, you're totally heart broken over those, don't try to hide it bro. You're among someone who won't judge you, if you wanna blast All The Single Ladies while miming the exact dance to it as you drive, who am I to judge?

{Dean Ambrose}
You can't prove that happened. Besides, at least it's better than that noise that Rollins listens to. He could say that it hypes him up but he knew full well that all it did was piss me off.

[Ted DiBiase]
Hate to break it to you dude, but I think that's why it hyped him up

{Dean Ambrose}
And tonight, he will pay for that. But I can't exactly do that if we're locked out here in the snow. So why don't we stop with this idle chatter and break this damn door down if we have to.

[Ted DiBiase]
Dude I tried kicking the door and it didn't even budge, meanwhile I've probably now got a broken toe I'm going to have to somehow explain to the wife.... I'm starting to think we're going about this the wrong way, have we even tried knocking?

{Dean Ambrose}
You tried knocking with your foot, does that count?



[Ted DiBiase]
Real funny.

{Dean Ambrose}
You've already lost a hundred dollars by paying off a door, what else could possibly go wrong?

[Ted DiBiase]
Well you could try slipping a note under the door.

{Dean Ambrose}
And get that stolen too? Where are we gonna get some paper and a pen at, there's no stores around here to steal fro- I mean, “buy” from.

*Almost immediately, Ted and Dean both look straight ahead, at the sign on the door. They look back at each other, sharing a silent conversation, then Ted starts to pat his pants pocket, feeling around in it, until he pulls out a pen with a proud look on his face.*

[Ted DiBiase]
By George I think we've got it!

{Dean Ambrose}
Who's George?

*Suddenly the camera lowers, as if the person holding it was slightly hurt by what was just said.*

[Ted DiBiase]
DUDE! NOT COOL!

*Ted stares straight the camera, more specifically the man holding it.*

[Ted DiBiase]
He was just joking, George! You know Dean, he didn't mean it...

{Dean Ambrose}
That's Mitch, why are you calling him George.

[Ted DiBiase]
That's not Mitch! That's George, you know, the new camera guy, always held the camera when you and Shield were all "BELIEVE IN US!"

{Dean Ambrose}
They all look the same to me.

[Ted DiBiase]
That is no way to speak to speak to Mitch. I....I MEAN GEORGE! GEORGE! I did that on purpose, Mitc- GEORGE!

{Dean Ambrose}
Smooth.

[Ted DiBiase]
Shut up, now write that note, in case you haven't noticed I'm not wearing a shirt, AND IT'S COLD OUT HERE!

{Dean Ambrose}
Not my fault you're not wearing a shirt. You knew damn well it was going to be cold.

*Ambrose removes the sign from the wall, ripping out a piece from the bottom corner and tosses it aside. He proceeds to remove the top of the pen and begins to write something on the piece of paper. After a few moments, he tilts the paper over towards Ted and out of the view of the camera, mouthing, “How's that?” A nod of approval is all Ambrose needed before he walks towards the door and slides it under towards the other side. He backs away from the door and begins to speak.*

{Dean Ambrose}
Now we wai-

*Before he could even finish speaking, the sound of the paper being shoved back to their side of the door is heard. Both men share a glance, causing Ambrose tilt his head towards the door, giving Ted his cue to pick the paper back up and read what it says.*

[Ted DiBiase]
“No.”

{Dean Ambrose}
Are you kidding me!?

*Suddenly, Ambrose charges forward at the door and begins unloading lead pipe shot after lead pipe shot  relentlessly at the door, in an attempt to open it and potentially bring harm towards the person on the other side. Ted quickly steps in and pulls Ambrose away from the door, but is in for more of a fight than he originally thought as Ambrose has his mind set on getting the door open, and it'll be a challenge within itself to get him to stop from doing so.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Relax! This is one problem that little pipe of yours can't solve. We'll find a way in...I mean, what if we...

*Ted's eyes begin to squint, as he looks past the rabid Dean, and very clearly mouths "What the..."*

[Ted DiBiase]
Cool it!

*He shoves Dean back, more of a chill out push then places his hand on his shoulder, spinning him around, and pointing across the street.*

[Ted DiBiase]
Tell me something, if we're at the arena, then why do I see Seth Rollins over there, entering the building, through a door that's WIDE OPEN?



{Dean Ambrose}
Are you blind? That's not Rollins, that's Kaitlyn. You know, there were times when Reigns and I thought Kaitlyn was trying to join The Shield, turns out it was just Rollins that was following us.

[Ted DiBiase]
Like anyone could tell the difference.

{Dean Ambrose}
Touche. Oh, and if you push me again, I won't hesitate to drive this lead pipe into your skull.

[Ted DiBiase]
If I had a dollar for every time someone threatened me I'd be a....well, actually I already am but you get the point. Seriously though, I THINK WE'RE AT THE WRONG PLACE! There's even a huge sign across the street that says live tonight, X-TREME X-MAS! How the hell did you miss that? I knew we were supposed to take a left.

{Dean Ambrose}
Don't turn this around on me, I asked you if we were supposed to take a left and you said right, so I turned right. And how the hell were we supposed to see that sign when Reigns' car had enough tint for ten limos. If anything, this is his fault!

[Ted DiBiase]
We wouldn't need to see the sign if you just listened to me in the first place....but that's not important, I CLEARLY said right, turn left, but you've got a match to get ready for....and I've....

*Ted looks down at his Money in the Bank briefcase, staring at it with a smirk on his face.*



[Ted DiBiase]
Well I've got some Holiday cheer to spread.

*The smirk remains etched on Ted's face as Ambrose's eyes remain fixed on the Money in the Bank briefcase. With his lead pipe still in hand, Ambrose begins to slowly move it backwards, almost as if he's going to take a shot at Ted, causing Ted's eyes to shift towards the pipe then at Ambrose. A smirk graces the face of Dean Ambrose as he places the pipe away in his boot and raises his free hand towards the arena, almost as if he's telling him, “After you.” Ted hesitantly begins to walk forward, making his way to the arena. Ambrose's smirk disappears and is replaced with a serious expression on his face, knowing that the “fun and games” are now over and he has only one thing on his mind now: Revenge.*

X-treme X-mas continues on and we head backstage to a conversation in progress between Divas Champion AJ Lee and General Manager Stephanie McMahon  inside her office.

[Stephanie McMahon]
Now I trust that since the cuffs are off, you'll be on your best behavior.



Instead of responding AJ just keeps smiling from ear to ear, elated over the fact that she's finally rid of Layla, they were to be handcuffed until Christmas, and after then, the cuffs would immediately come off. AJ's mood is perhaps the best it's been in a while, and while she's here with Stephanie, she's pretty much ignoring everything she says, too overjoyed by the fact that Layla isn't by her side poking fun at her or her relationship with the Divas title.

[Stephanie McMahon]
AJ? I'm speaking to you dear.

Still consumed by her own mind, AJ gazes down at her title lovingly, a distinct twinkle in her eyes, a loving smile as she sways from side to side, stroking the title, whispering at it, which does not sit well with Stephanie. She's a woman that must be heard, and to be ignored so blatantly like this, is unacceptable.


[Stephanie McMahon]
I'm going to give you to the count of three, if you do not answer me, so help me AJ...

Quickly AJ's enamored expressions changes to an annoyed one, her eyes squint as she looks away from her title, and at the bossy General Manager, demanding her attention, when she herself should be the one commanding it as the champion. With a tilt of the head, AJ looks at Stephanie, challenging her authority, not saying a word, not blinking an eye. But this stare down doesn't last long, AJ starts to smile strangely, a completely out of the blue change, but she finally opens her mouth, ready to be heard.

[AJ Lee]
Stephanie! You do not know how happy I am to finally be free from that, self centered, manipulating, annoying, sorry excuse of a former holder of this! There is no greater hell than what I've had to endure this last month, but at last, I'm free...WE'RE free.

AJ looks back at her title, speaking for it of course, which Stephanie finds amusing.

[AJ Lee]
Now about this match tonight, I REFUSE to stand alongside Layla, so here's what I'm proposing, we nix her out of this because let's be honest, nobody cares about her. And we replace her with....the best partner I've ever had! THIS!

AJ proudly places her hand on The Divas Championship, though we're not sure what she's implying...surely she isn't asking for the title to be her tag-team partner instead of Layla...but by the look of seriousness that follows after Stephanie doesn't respond for a few seconds, it appears as if that is exactly what she's asking for.




[AJ Lee]
Let's not kid ourselves, Layla is a washed up has been that should have never been, but this title? It's perfect, WE'RE perfect! With it by my side, Bayley and her little friend don't stand a chance.

Stephanie starts to chuckle, but holds it in, not wanting to set AJ off by outright laughing in her face.


[Stephanie McMahon]
So let me get this straight, you want me to replace your partner, a wrestler...

[AJ Lee]
Using that term awfully loose there, Steph. Then again...you can't help but be loose, can you?

Stephanie lets that one slide, only smiling at AJ's quick witted response.

[Stephanie McMahon]
Cute, now as I was saying, you want me to replace Layla, with The Divas Championship? You're asking me to go from having someone that can tag in and out, to something that can't even move on it's own?

[AJ Lee]
Excuse me, but...

[Stephanie McMahon]
No, you're done speaking. Now AJ I made you a champion, I gave you the opportunity that previous people in my position wouldn't. So I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't insult my intelligence by asking me to do some absurd thing. The fact of the matter is, while you may no longer be handcuffed to Layla, you're still very much so partners tonight. As for that...



[Stephanie McMahon]
I'll throw it into the mix as well. You've been a fighting champion, well AJ, tonight you'll be fighting harder than you've ever fought. Because I think you're on to something, The Divas Championship deserves to have a place in this match, it'd be criminal of me to exclude it from the fun, it does seem to have it's heart set on being involved in tonight's match, I can see the look of disappointment on it's face, but turn that frown upside down, because you...

Stephanie keeps her finger on the title, as she stares at it, playing a bit of games of her own in a mocking like manner.

[Stephanie McMahon]
Will be leaving with the victor.

AJ's expression drastically changes, her eyes bulging out, her breathing intensifying, all before she blurts out in loud tone.

[AJ Lee]
WHAT?! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!



[Stephanie McMahon]
I just did!

[AJ Lee]
No...you can't...you're out of line, you're conspiring against me, it's happening again!

AJ starts to freak out, compulsively blinking, twitching, before holding her title closely.

[AJ Lee]
Don't worry my precious, I won't let them do this to us, I won't let them take you away from me, they'll have to pry you from my cold dead hands, WE'RE FOREVER! Just you and me, we'll be together forever...and ever....and ever...and ever...they'll never tear us apart, NEVER!


Within the blink of an eye AJ leans in closer to Stephanie, now focused on her as she clutches her title for dear life, never wanting to lose it. She stares quietly shaking, rocking back and forth, moving closer and then farther away from Stephanie's face, all while her breathing skyrockets, her face flushes a bright red, and her eyes...her eyes pierce at Stephanie like daggers, poisoned tipped daggers that tell Stephanie everything that needs to be said just by looking into them.

[AJ Lee]
I see what this is...you give me everything I've ever wanted just to try and snatch it away, well no...I say no, never, you won't do this to me, you won't do this to us, you HEARTLESS, MANIACAL, DISRESPECTFUL, OVERBEARING, CONDESCENDING, BITCH!

Fueled by rage at the thought of being separated from her beloved title, AJ doesn't hold anything back, nor does she leave any time for a reply. She flashes one final glare at the General Manager threatening her reign, then slowly backs away, keeping her title close to her chest, her arms locked around it like impenetrable chains. Now not only will AJ have to team up with the woman she despises tonight, she'll also have to defend her title, a task that proves be challenging in the most challenging of ways, because she needs Layla to not fall to the numbers, but she has to be the one to get the pin, or else Layla, Bayley, or the mystery woman that came to aid Bayley this past week, could be walking into the New Year as the New Divas Champion. The camera focuses on Stephanie's face, reflecting a more amused smile than an angry one as we fade away.

As the referee's hand hits the mat one final time, the fans pop as Layla's theme hits the P.A.


[Michael Cole]
LAYLA'S THE NEW DIVAS CHAMPION!

[JR]
AJ's partner ended up being her biggest competition, they worked together surprisingly well but when time came for a winner to be crowned, Layla the ceased the moment and made it hers.

[King]
What a way to spend Christmas, by winning The Divas Championship for the second time!


Layla's emotions are running wild, Bayley has left the ring frowning on the outside, disappointed at failing in her first Divas Championship opportunity, the still unknown diva holding her neck, feeling the full effect of that Layout that ended it all, while AJ's on the other side of the ring, fallen to her knees, pulling at her hair as she watches the woman she despises being handed her title.





[JR]
It's been a tough year for Layla, she started it off with such promise, but then slowly nothing would go right for her, she came up short in the Queen of The Ring, she and her partner Paige were forced to disband, and after winning the first ever Divas Elimination Chamber match...she failed to dethrone AJ at November to Remember. But now she's done it, she's ending 2013 exactly as she vowed to, as Divas Champion!


[King]
I bet AJ will learn not to cross the boss from now on, if she had just kept her mouth shut she might not have had her belt put on the line in such an unorthodox way, but you know what they say, don't bite the hand that feeds you.


[Michael Cole]
AJ was proving to be a great champion, with two defenses under her belt so quickly, she had everything to gain, but one thing to lose...and that's what she's lost here tonight, The Divas Championship.


With the referee lowering Layla's hand, she pulls the Divas title in close, overjoyed at the fact that she's once again champion, then gives the fans a perfect opportunity for a photo by jumping up with her arm up shouting "I did it!"



As she lands back down to the mat she runs over to the far corner across the ring, passing the mentally broken down AJ along the way but not paying her a single mind.  Layla steps up to the second rope, raising her prize for all to see, smiling so brightly it could light up even the darkest of places.




Groups of fans give Layla a standing ovation, this is exactly what she's worked to achieve, she may have been Divas Champion before but she had no one to share it with, no overwhelming support to make the moment as good as it is now. This may be the second time she's held it but it feels just as good, if not better than the first time when she ironically enough dethroned AJ several years back.


[King]
Meanwhile AJ's having a mental breakdown as she watches Layla parade around with the title that was just hers half an hour ago!


[Michael Cole]
Well of course she is, she loves that title, she has a special bond with it, it's like a piece of her is leaving her, along with the title.


[JR]
It's amazing how things can turn around for a person, being shackled to AJ, to being Divas Champion, it's Christmas Miracle for Layla and it's just proof that if you're good, good things will happen.


Layla dismounts off the corner, skipping over to the ropes playfully, looking at her title every second of the way, then drops down sliding under the ropes, sitting on the side of the ring, and gazing down at the title before planting a kiss on it.



With one new champion crowned tonight, how will the other three championship matches fair? Will we see another new champion, two, or perhaps even three more? A question we ask ourselves as we fade at the image of the New Divas Champion sharing a moment she'll never forget with the title she's waited all year to finally get back.

The XWL show X-Treme X-Mas returns from the previous segment to find Matt Striker backstage, he is set up for an interview and begins to introduce his guest.

{Matt Striker}
Welcome everybody, this has been an amazing night so far for us wrestling fans and I'm sure many of us are just as excited for the main event, where Alberto Del Rio will defend his World Heavyweight Championship against The Miz in a Steel Cage match. In that cage there will be no escaping, the match can only be ended by pinfall or submission. This is meant to keep out Alex Riley and to keep Miz's "tactics" to a minimum. With explanations out of the way, allow me to introduce the World Heavyweight Champion Alberto Del Rio.


The champion steps onto the screen with Striker and takes the position all interviewees take.




{Matt Striker}
Alberto, tonight is a big night for you, you have a chance to break the running trend of parity that's been going on with this World Championship this past year. Does that any pressure in your mind or is it business as usual?




{Alberto Del Rio}
It's business as usual for me, but outside of retaining my title here tonight, this match isn't about me. It's about what version of The Miz decides to show up, the man that has weaseled his way to the top of this division but failed to keep it locked down or hold the crown, or will it be the man we saw last week...the man who grew a pair of cajones and came at me face to face, sure he chose an inopportune time for me but I respect that he let me know before we clashed. Miz has what it takes to beat me tonight, had what it took to beat me at the last Pay Per View. He just takes the coward's way out at the first sign of trouble and scurries off, but if he digs deep inside himself he'll find that he, in fact, has what it takes to beat me. Although, that doesn't mean he will.




{Alberto Del Rio}
I have worked long and hard to get where I am today, I'm not giving that rant again. About my past accomplishments and trials.....for Alberto Del Rio, it's now all about the future. About looking ahead and seeing who is my next challenge, who is going to try and take this belt away and later on tonight, that man is The Miz. We've faced each other twice already, I've gotten to know him well enough to truly believe those things I said a moment ago but I know one thing that is much more true than my statements about him......that he WON'T beat me. Whether I kick his jaw off, snap his arm, bash his head into unconsciousness against that steel cage I will win and break the trend, almost a curse this belt has had. No one can seem to keep a hold on it, but now it's my turn to try my best to hold on to it and keep it around my waist.




{Alberto Del Rio}
There will be blood spilled, bone broken, flesh ripped, and muscle bruised but whoever walks out of that cage deserves to hold this title, they deserve to be called champion, parity or no parity. We are reaching the end of 2013, and it's time for change, a big change. I'm hoping that change comes in the form of my long run as this company's World Champion but in the new year, anything can happen and that's something I need to prepare for. In the end, no matter what happens I will give everything I have, tonight I will give everything I have. Miz won't know what hit him, and though he'll give me one hell of a run, I will hit him too hard and too fast for him to regroup and I will retain my title.

Alberto Del Rio stares at Striker for a moment before turning and strutting off away from from the interview, as Striker signals cut to the cameraman the show goes to the next segment.

We return to the sound of cheers as the titantron shows the face of a very, very, verrrrry angry Ryback storming the backstage hallways.

{{The Ryback}}
WHERE IS HE!!!

{{King}}
It looks like The Ryback is angry!

{{JR}}
Well can you blame him? The biggest match of his career just got interrupted before it could even begin by that damn Brock Lesnar! Then he learned that the whole match was a set up when Goldberg speared him and joined forces with Paul Heyman!! The Ryback isn’t angry, he’s furious!!!

The Ryback slams on the doors as he passes them, grabbing the nearest staff member and holding him up to the wall.

{{The Ryback}}
WHERE IS HE!?!?!

{{XWL Staff Member}}
Who??!

{{The Ryback}}
Paul Heyman. Where is Paul Heyman?

{{XWL Staff Member}}
I don-.. wait.. his locker room. His locker room is over there, well it’s Brock Lesnar’s locker room but he should be in there.

The Ryback drops the staff member and storms in the direction of Brock Lesnar’s locker room.

{{King}}
Oh boy! The Ryback is planning on busting straight into enemy territory without any back up!

The Ryback slams open the locker room door and charges into the room.

{{The Ryback}}
Paul wh-l!

As soon as The Ryback enters the room Brock Lesnar and Goldberg stand up, blocking the Human Wrecking Balls path to Paul Heyman.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Let me guess. You’re here because you realize that you’ve made a huge mistake. You realize that the best move for your career would be becoming a Heyman Guy. You realize that The West Side Army is nothing compared to the two monsters standing here in front of you. You’re here to join the ranks of these two men, become a part of something great, become my client, isn’t that right?

{{The Ryback}}
No. That’s not right Paul. I’m here to challenge Goldberg to a rematch next week. I’m here to prove that I’m better than him. I’m here cause I’m still hungry and I demand you to FEED ME MORE!!!!

Goldberg steps towards The Ryback, getting in his face saying “You really think that you’re better than me?”

{{Paul Heyman}}
Easy Goldberg… Ryback, you want a match? Then fine. I’ll give you a match. You can face Goldberg next week, and I'll even make sure that Brock Lesnar doesn't get involved, as long as you can make sure that the West Side Army doesn't as well. But MY clients don't fight for free, and they sure don't fight for nothing. So you can have your match with Goldberg next week and try to prove that you really are better than him, one on one, no interference from the West Side Army or Brock, no excuses, just a good ole fashion match, just like you want, I won’t even be ringside if it will make you feel more comfortable. I’ll give you all of that if you give me this… If you lose, you become my client… Which should be no problem, seeing as you’re so convinced that you’re better than Goldberg right? I mean, if there’s no one to interfere in your match then it will be all about who’s better than whom. So you should have nothing to worry about! What do you say?

{{The Ryback}}
I say… you’re on… FEED ME MOREEEE!!!

The crowd cheers as The Ryback glares at Goldberg before exiting the room.

X-treme X-mas continues on after an advertisement concludes promoting XWL's next Pay-Per-View, Uprising! The first XWL PPV of the new calendar year, the road to the Sixth Anniversary of Final Stand has one last pit stop. We now see The New Divas Champion Layla walking backstage, her back is to the cameras, telling us she's not aware of their presence just yet.

[Random Bystander]
Hey congratulations, Layla!

[Layla]
Thanks! I can't believe that just happened!

Ecstatic over her victory just a bit ago, Layla continues onward, until she hears foot steps behind her, turning around in a quick motion before smiling as she sees the cameraman.



[Layla]
Hi!

Greeting the cameras with an overjoyed expression, Layla proudly holds her title on display.

[Cameraman]
Congratulations Layla, how does it feel to be Divas Champion again?

Layla lowers her head, tilting it to the side, gazing at the beauty that rests on her shoulder, her Divas Championship.



After savoring the sight, she looks back to the cameras glowing.


[Layla]
Better than you could ever imagine, I seriously can't believe tonight has worked out how it has, I mean...one second, I'm handcuffed to one of the most difficult people to get along with as she gloats and parades around with a title she speaks to...and apparently spoke for...and the next...I'm holding that very title as my own! I just....I'm speechless, it's all so overwhelming, I...I so very badly wanted to be Divas Champion again this year, to make up for my last reign of "terror" and I was beginning to think it wasn't going to happen, and then...it does!


[Cameraman]
That was quite the unexpected Championship match Stephanie put together, do you feel for AJ having to defend her title like that?





[Layla]
Nothing against AJ, she may be crazier than crazy itself, but she was a fighting champion and I respected that. Didn't like the way that she demoralized everyone around her, and discredited the many many hard working women here, including myself. But I don't have any sympathy for her, let's not forget I lost my Divas Championship over a year ago in the biggest gauntlet this company has ever held. Every single diva in the division got a crack at my title in one night, I didn't complain then, so I feel like she really has no room to complain. We deal with the cards we're dealt, maybe it was a bad hand, but hey...it's what you make of it. She went down swinging, and she should be proud of that, but I took advantage of an opportunity that anyone else would jump at, I may have been her partner, but let's not forget I was also her opponent.  



[Cameraman]
That you were, and this is such an incredible way to cap off a year that's not been the greatest for you, you vowed that you would be Divas Champion again in 2013, and just before it could end, you did just that.




[Layla]
I know! I've gone through so much this past year, so many struggles, so many hardships, I mean it took forever for people to finally trust me. No one believed I had truly changed, I had several sabotages thrown my way to make that even more challenging to prove. But I'm proof that anyone can change, I'm evidence that this can be achieved the right way. It may not have been easy, but that's what makes this all the more worthwhile. I didn't give up, I didn't fall to my old ways, I just finally found my way.





[Layla]
I'll never forget tonight, this is what it's all about, this is the moment I've been fighting for since 2013 began, and it's the moment that will carry me through a 2014 that will surpass everything I've ever done.


Layla sways her hand up bringing it down in a motion before staring off into the distance.




[Layla]
REAL TALK, I'm going to leave people REALLY talking!


She smiles, showing a bit arrogance in the process, but not overbearing in the way that she used to, more of a confidence that a champion should have on the night that they just became champion. Layla's ended 2013 on a high note, and she'll enter 2014 exactly as she imagined it, as Divas Champion.

The moment X-Treme X-Mas returns, a familiar theme hits across the arena, it's the theme of none other than Chris Jericho. It's clear the crowd isn't happy to see the Former World Champion



Jericho walks out from behind the curtain, with a smirk across his face. He takes a moment to soak in the jeers from the audience, before walking down the ramp. He doesn't acknowledge the fans around ringside, and just enters the ring.



He just stands in the ring and stares into the crowd with a smirk across his face, before beginning to speak



[Chris Jericho]
Sit back in your seats, shut your mouths and pay close attention to what I have to say. Two weeks ago a travesty occurred, when I was pinned in the middle of this ring by Jeff Hardy, and you all sat there and cheered. You all sit there cheering for a man known for his drug abuse, You're happy that a man like that defeated a man like a me, Unlike Jeff,I am a role model and his victory over me was nothing but a fluke. Ironically Jeff Hardy has reached his highest moment, but I haven't. My body isn't beaten and broken, I am at the prime of my career, If you people think that my fluke loss will effect my career then you are sadly mistaken, It will not stop me from taking back what is rightfully mine and that is the World Heavyweight Championship.


[Chris Jericho]
All you parasites in this arena tonight, Don't seem to quite understand that I am the Best In The World at everything I do. This company needs somebody like me, they need somebody to raise the standard. For far too long the standard around here has slipped, the likes of Alberto Del Rio are branded the best just because they have hold of my World Heavyweight Championship. But the fantasy set by the higher ups in this company will be no more, I will be the one setting the standard. I will be the one showing why I am the Best in The World. Do you understand what I am saying to you, right now?


[Chris Jericho]
Everything that has happened up until now is irrelevant. The only relevant factor is that I will once again become World Heavyweight Champion, there isn't a single thing any of you tapeworms can do about it. You can sit there and cheer who you are told to cheer for, because you are incapable of thinking for yourselves. Your mindless cheering is the reason this company is like it is today,and the sad thing is you are actually proud of your actions. You are all proud of supporting the likes of Jeff Hardy, When You go to the merchandise stands and you buy his T-Shirts, You fund further abuse for Jeff.


[Chris Jericho]
But enough about Jeff, I'm not going to let one fluke loss get to me, I'm not going to let it eat away at me and ruin my career, instead I will move on from it I will move onto bigger and better things. I will go back to reclaim what is rightfully mine. There isn't a single superstar in the back that is even close to been on my level, I am above everybody else and I'm going to prove that over and over again until I get what I deserve. Time and time again I've been screwed over, My rightful rematches taken away from me but I work my back every time and this time is no different. I am far superior than anybody in the back and the fact that I have only been pinned twice in the past year proves that, everybody that has tried to dethrone me, failed. The list of names in endless, and going to get longer and longer until I achieve what I want to achieve. Trust me when I say, The era of Chris Jericho... is far from over.

Jericho drops the mic and just stares out into the crowd with a cold stare, as X-Treme X-mas fades to commercial

As X-Treme X-Mas continues Renee Young is stood by in the interviewing area as she begins to introduce her guest

Renee Young: Ladies and Gentlemen on the most extreme night of the year anything can and will happen championships can change hands as we saw earlier tonight for example and personal issues will be settled or even escalated further, and of course every match here tonight is no disqualification or worse. Joining me right now is a man who later tonight will go up against a man who's been somewhat of a thorn in his side as of late in a no disqualification match, so joining me at this time the Viper, Randy Orton.

As he's introduced Randy Orton walks into camera shot as the crowd can be heard booing him and he stands next to Renee Young as she starts the interview



Renee Young: Randy, two weeks ago Scott Hall in many peoples eyes cost you your match against Big E Langston following your confrontation with Hall earlier that night, then last week you issued the challenge for tonight, just what do you expect to happen when you go out there and face Scott Hall one on one for the first time?

Randy Orton: What do I think? There's nothing to even think about, let's just cut right to the case here the man I'm facing tonight isn't the man he used to be back in his glory days, and even then, well the history books speak for their selves he couldn't get the job done back then, he's never reached the heights I have and he never will. Two weeks ago I told Scott Hall not to cross my path, don't step in my way, not to force me to do something that needed to be done, and what did he do? He couldn't wait one week, not even one day to force my hand could he? He came out top the ring and he cost me my match, and now he has to suffer the consequences for that tonight, and if I was Scott Hall I wouldn't like my chances tonight.



Randy Orton: See, tonight isn't just any normal match, no, no, no, that would just be too kind wouldn't it? No, tonight it's No Disqualifications, and that means I can do whatever I want to do to Scott Hall and nobody can stop me. The only question is just how long will it be before Hall calls it quits? How long will XWL's Most Wanted last before he just can't get up any more? If you ask me then it's just a matter of time before he's laying on the mat at my feet and that's exactly what he deserves. So everybody at home or even in the arena tonight hoping for a Christmas Miracle is going to be very, very disappointed. Unlike Santa Claus, the beating Scott Hall is going to be on the receiving end of is real and reality will be crashing down on top of him and the pathetic career of Scott Hall will finally come to an end at my hands.



Renee Young: Clearly by the looks of things you're quite confident going into your match tonight, but...

Randy Orton: But what, Renee? But, what? You don't get it do you? I'm Randy Orton, that means something around here, it means I'm better, it means I'm capable of things nobody else is. Now, if anybody can't remember that and I can't blame them if they don't, I'll let tonight serve as a reminder of that. If anybody thinks Randy Orton's gone soft, tonight they'll find out that that couldn't be further from the truth. I'm just as vicious, first as sadistic, just as calculating and just as deadly as I've ever been and for anybody who thinks I'm not they need to pay very close attention to the final call of Scott Hall tonight, because if they get in my way... don't say I didn't warn them.

As Randy Orton finishes speaking he turns and walks out of camera shot leaving Renee Young stood by herself

Renee Young: As you can tell Randy is prepared and ready for his match tonight, now back to you at ringside

When Renee signs off the segment the cameras cut back to the arena as Justin Roberts' introduces the next match

Justin Roberts: The following contest is a No Disqualification match!

As Roberts finishes introducing the match, the first competitors music starts playing which is met by a chorus of boos by the fans in the arena



When Orton walks out the crowd continues to boo and he starts to make his way down to the ring

Justin Roberts: Introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 235 pounds, The Viper, Randy Orton!

Michael Cole: And there he is, The Viper, Randy Orton, he heard from him just a few moments ago and he's ready for this match-up tonight.

Jim Ross: Randy's never been the happy type and tonight’s no exception to that. He wants Scott Hall and boy, is he going to get him tonight.

Michael Cole: Orton must be relishing this match tonight, he wants Hall ever since he cost him his match against Big E Langston.

When Orton reaches ringside he slowly walks up the steps and enters the ring between the top and middle rope

Michael Cole: It never took a lot to get on Orton's bad side, and he's got a point to prove tonight. He says he's as dangerous as ever and now he has to back it up.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: He might just be telling the truth, there aren't many more dangerous than Orton, so cold and calculating there's a reason he's called The Viper and Scott Hall will find that out in just a moment.

With Orton standing in the middle off the ring his music fades out, then is replaced by the theme of his opponent as the crowd cheer the imminent arrival of Scott Hall



When Hall walks out the crowd cheer again as the medium sized man starts to make his way down to the ring

Justin Roberts: And his opponent from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 280 pounds, The Most Wanted, Scott Hall!

Michael Cole: Speaking of Hall, now a man seemingly without the nWo, Hall is trying to re-establish himself as a singles star here in XWL after so many years out of the spotlight.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Some people say it's too late for Hall, and Randy Orton says it's time to put an end to Hall's career for good, that's what he has on his mind tonight. But Hall has something to prove tonight, has Scott Hall still got it? Only time will tell and there's no time better than the present.

Jim Ross: It's going to be a big call for Hall tonight, but will it be his Last Call? Certainly he feels he can and will be Randy Orton tonight, but I'm not so sure.



As soon as Scott Hall enters the ring, Randy Orton jumps him attacking Hall with punches across the upper body and head of Hall forcing him back into the corner before quickly whipping him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle hitting his back hard and meets Hall with a Short-armed clothesline knocking him to the mat

Michael Cole: Orton's not wasting any time tonight, he didn't wait for the referee to start the bell and he's all over Scott Hall as the match gets under way.

Orton quickly climbs on top of Hall and starts punching Hall whose blocking the punches from connecting with his head before pushing Orton off of him, then as he gets to his feet Hall knocks Orton down with a Shoulder Block then grabs Orton by the head and launches The Viper over the top rope before sliding under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring.

Jim Ross: It didn't take long for this to spill to the outside.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: They're right next to us JR!

When Orton gets back up to his feet he's clotheslined over the Announcer's Table, then Hall turns his attention elsewhere as he flips the ring apron and begins searching underneath the ring for a weapon before re-emerging with a Garbage Can Lid then with it wielded in his hands Hall turns around and cracks Orton over the head with the weapon as it bounces off his skull then Orton hits him over the head with the lid once more.

Michael Cole: Hall with the Garbage can lid, just bending it over Orton's skull.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Who said he doesn't have it any more?

With his opponent reeling Hall grabs Orton and whips him onto the nearby Steel Steps crashing into them knee's first as he flips over the steps unhinging the top and bottom section from each other, then Hall walks around grabbing Orton by the head and lifting him up only to drop him across the chest on the barricade before walking over to the steps grabbing the bottom section and sliding them under the bottom rope into the ring, then turning his attention back to Orton, Hall rolls him into the ring as well and he shortly follows him

Jim Ross: Hall has Orton reeling, he's ready for this match tonight, and he's got Orton on the back pedal.

Reeling Orton backs off into a corner of the ring as Scott Hall keeps up his offence in on Orton kicking him in the gut a few times before pulling him nearer the middle of the him and dropping him with a Belly to Back Suplex and going for the cover

Michael Cole: He's looking to end this one early, could it be over already?

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Michael Cole: Orton kicks out and the match is still alive.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: I don't think Hall was expecting to put Orton away there, but he's sending a message, and he's in control at the moment

Firmly in control of the match Hall grabs Orton by the throat and lifts him up into the air looking for the Chokeslam, but as he lifts Orton into the air, he slips free landing behind Hall, grabbing him around the neck and planting XWL's Most Wanted with a Backbreaker before rolling out of the ring and pulling Hall by the head so it's overhanging the side of the ring and starts to deliver a few stiff punches to Hall's temple.

Jim Ross: What a Backbreaker by Orton and he's got Hall in a dangerous position.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Wherever you are, you've always got to keep your guard up against this man, he can put you away at any moment.

As Hall is on the mat, Orton grabs him by the head pulls him further out of the ring until Hall's feet are draped over the edge of the ring keeping him suspending in mid air until The Viper drops Scott Hall face first onto the hard floor at ringside!

Michael Cole: What a DDT by Orton! Hall could be done right now!

Jim Ross: But he has to get him back in the ring, Orton can't win out there, he needs to get Hall back in the ring and that's no easy feat.

With Hall laying motionless on the outside of the ring, Orton lifts up the ring apron and starts to rummage around until he pulls out a Steel Chair and throws it over the top rope into the ring before grabbing a dead weight Scott Hall and slowly rolling him back into the ring then going for the cover

Michael Cole: Orton rolls him over, could this be it for Scott Hall?

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Jerry "The King" Lawler: A close call right there, but Hall kicks out.

With his opponent still on the floor Orton takes the opportunity to stomp on Hall's arm, then stomach, then he starts to move around Scott Hall's body systematically stomping all over Hall's body finishing only when the Steel Chair is in his line of sight, which Randy picks up and starts hitting it against the mat waiting for Hall to get to his feet

Jim Ross: So cold and in control Orton has Hall right where he wants him, and with that weapon in his hands who knows what Randy is capable of?

When Scott Hall slowly gets up to his feet, Orton grasps the chair driving it into Hall's stomach before clutching the chair by the legs and driving it into Hall's back causing the steel to rattle down Hall's spine as he drops down to the mat

Michael Cole: A spine tingling shot by Orton, just picking Scott Hall apart right now, and you can just tell he's enjoying every moment.

As he slowly gets up to his feet Hall swings wildly with a Lariat, but Orton moves out of the way, only to knock Hall down with a clothesline, which Hall gets right back up only to be met with another Clothesline then a Snap Powerslam by Orton as the crowd start booing with Orton firmly in control

Jim Ross: Orton's feeling it, you know what's coming next, he's looking to end this match already.

Jerry "The King" Lawler: There's only one thought on his mind right now, he's thinking of hitting the RKO and once he does it could be over for him.

In full control of the match, Orton hits the mat, punching down with both fists, laying in wait for Hall to get up to his feet, continually hitting the mat waiting for Hall to get back to his feet, with everyone knowing exactly what Orton has in mind, then as Hall gets to his feet he turns around and Orton goes for the RKO, but Hall has it scouted pushing Orton off then knocking him down with a big Lariat.

Jim Ross: What a counter by Hall, he had Orton scouted and now is his chance to gain some momentum.

Orton bounces back up only to be knocked right back down with a punch to the head by Hall, followed by another, then when Orton gets to his feet again Scott Hall grabs him lifting him in mid-air and throwing him across the ring with the Fallaway Slam

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Hall's on a roll and he's got the fans behind him, nows a better chance than ever to put Orton away.

Now feeling the second wind Hall signals to the crowd his attentions knowing he's looking to hit the Razor's Edge then with Orton still on the mat Hall repositions the bottom section of the Steel Steps

Jim Ross: If Hall can hit this this match will be over, he wants to put Orton away with the Razor's Edge onto the Steel Steps.

Scott Hall grabs Orton by the head and pulls him to his feet forcing Orton's head between his legs as Hall raises his arms out wide signalling to the crowd what he has in mind for Orton before hoisting him up in the air draping him over his shoulders as Orton wriggles free, then as Hall turns around he's met by an RKO onto the Steel Steps causing his skull to thud on the steel, then Orton turns him over and goes for the cover.

Michael Cole: RKO out of nowhere! Orton's got him on the steps. And this is over!

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As the referee signals for the bell Randy Orton's music start to play and the referee raises his arm in the middle of the ring, as Orton stands over a downed Scott Hall

Justin Roberts: And the winner of this match, Randy Orton!

Jim Ross: It might not of went how he wanted it to, but Orton did exactly what he said he would, he put Hall away tonight.

Michael Cole: It wasn't the dominant victory he would of wanted, but it's a win nonetheless for Orton. It didn't come easily, and maybe Orton underestimated Scott Hall.

As Orton stands over Halls body for a few seconds, Randy eventually exits the ring and starts to walk back up the ramp as the commentators show the highlights of the match-up

Jerry "The King" Lawler: Orton started the match on the offensive, but Hall stayed in it and come close to getting the victory, but it just wasn't to be.

Jim Ross: When Orton hit the DDT from the ring apron it completely changed the tide of the match, it shut Hall down there and then.

Michael Cole: Despite a short lived fight back from Scott Hall it just wasn't meant to be, Orton with the RKO putting Scott Hall away for the three.

As the highlights end the cameras cut back to Orton who's standing on the top of the ramp looking back down to the ring as Scott Hall continues to lay on top of the steps

Jerry "The King" Lawler: He might of done just that, but he didn't have enough in the tank to defeat Orton tonight, but he certainly showed he's no push over.

Jim Ross: Hall doesn't have anything to be ashamed of, maybe on another day he could of beat Orton, but it just wasn't to be for him.

As Orton walks out behind the curtain to the back the cameras fade out to the next segment

It is time for the next match on the Xtreme Xmas card, Jack Swagger w/ Big E Langston against Wade Barrett. Before the entrances start, a video package plays, showing the various events that have led up to this match......Wade Barrett brutally attacking Zeb Coulter, Big E Langston challenging Swagger to an arm wrestling match, and Barrett giving Swagger the Bull Hammer during said match. After the video package is over, the entrances are about to be made......




The crowd cheers as they hear the theme of the All American American! He arrives at the ramp accompanied by Big E Langston. He does his signature pushups at the stage before he springs up and walks down the ramp with an intensity not seen in a while.



Jim Ross:
It's the All American American! And folks, does this man look as focused as ever here tonight!

Jerry Lawler:
It's obvious that Swagger is here to avenge Zeb! And Big E looks to be here to provide moral support!

Michael Cole:
Oh come on! Barrett did what was necessary, he attacked Zeb Coulter because he KNEW that he would be able to successfully play mind games with the former United States champion! The man is a genius.

He gets in the ring, crosses his arms looking at the stage, awaiting his opponent......









Wade Barrett, the Bare-Knuckled Brawler, makes his way down the ramp, much to the dismay of the fans. He puts his hands together and gives a devilish smile to Swagger as he rolls in the ring. The referee checks to make sure the two competitors are ready, then he calls for the bell, signifying the start of the match! Both men circle the ring, giving each other intense stares. Then they lock up, with Swagger pushing Barrett to the canvas. With a surprised look on his face, Wade stands back up and locks up once more with Swagger. He attempts to get Swagger in an arm wrench, but he counters it into a hip toss. Swagger goes to shoulder rush Barrett, but Wade dodges and throws Swagger head first into a corner. He repeatedly punches Swagger's back, until he turns around and Irish Whips Barrett to the opposite corner, and delivers a running clothesline to Barrett, staggering him!

Swagger delivers a quick suplex to Barrett and goes for a cover. Barrett pops the shoulder at a 1 count. Swagger bounces off the ropes as Barrett is getting up and delivers another shoulder block, Swagger bounces off the ropes once again, but this time Barrett counters with a huge clothesline! Wade goes in for a cover, but Swagger kicks out at an early 2 count! Barrett drops an elbow while Swagger is still down. He goes for another cover but Swagger gets the shoulder up. He starts to pick Swagger up and deliver a few punches, but Swagger counters with some right hooks of his own, until Barrett is staggered against the ropes. Swagger lifts up Barrett and scoop slams him against the ropes! He hooks the leg of Barrett, looking for a 3 count, but alas, Barrett kicks out at an early 2 count!  Big E can be seen ringside pacing back and forth, slapping the mat in order to inspire Swagger. Swagger Irish Whips Barrett to the ropes, and lunges at Barrett's leg, connecting with a sound that makes the audience yell in a collective "OOOOOOHHHHH". Swagger wastes no time in getting Barrett in the Patriot Lock, which makes the fans cheer immensely as Barrett is clearly in a lot of pain! Swagger tightens the hold with every second, the look on his face suggests that he is ready to completely snap Barrett's ankle in half! Barrett raises his arm up, as if he is about to tap out, but he reaches forward and grabs the ropes! Swagger is forced to let go of Barrett's ankle as he backs off. Big E gets up on the apron and calls Swagger. Swagger and Langston have a bit of a conversation, but then out of nowhere, Barrett gets Swagger in a roll up!

Jim Ross:
School boy! This could be over!






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Thr-No! Swagger gets out just in the nick of time! Swagger, frustrated, goes to bounce off the ropes and toward Barrett, but Barrett counters with a HUGE Winds of Change! Barrett spreads his arms out and smiles at the crowd, garnering massive amounts of boos and jeers. Barrett adjusts his elbow pad, signaling that the Bull Hammer is ready. As Swagger stumbles to his feet, Barrett turns him around and grabs his arm! He pushes Swagger back a bit before he's about to hit the Bull Hammer, but Swagger ducks the elbow and goes for a Gutwrench Powerbomb, but Barrett slips out of Swagger's grasp just as he is lifted up! He turns Swagger around, lifts him up on his shoulders, and delivers a massive Wasteland! Barrett hooks the leg!

Jim Ross:
BAH GAWD what a HUGE Wasteland! Barrett hooks the leg....

Michael Cole:
Come on Barrett! This one's in the bag!






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Jim Ross:
Look at Swagger deliver those right hands with authority!

Jerry Lawler:
He might not be able to stop!


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The referee has no choice but to ring the bell as Wade Barrett rolls out of the ring with his hand raised in the air! Wade Barrett is declared the winner of the contest by disqualification! Swagger argues with the ref, but it is too late, as the Bare-Knuckled Brawler enjoys victory at the top of the ramp! Big E gets in the ring and consoles Swagger on his loss. Swagger shakes his head and yells at Barrett, shouting, "This isn't over yet, Barrett!" Wade shrugs the threat off as he walks to the backstage area.

Jim Ross:
Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have just seen Swagger's anger getting the better of him tonight!

Michael Cole:
See, Ross? This is exactly what I was talking about! Barrett will get into your psyche and can cost you the match just like that!

Jerry Lawler:
Shut your trap, Cole! Swagger still has some pent-up rage and I don't think this will be over anytime soon!

After a brief video package of XWL's most prominent Divas of the past and present, the cameras return to an overhead of the sold-out crowd live in the North Pole. Tonight has been an action packed night so far and the night is far from over. The cameras scan the crowd who jump up and down at the presence of the camera in their faces, some waving while others put their sign in clear view. The XWL cameras then shift their attention to the stage. The crowd slowly quiets down and unexpectedly...



The crowd erupts in cheers as the music of the former Intercontinental Champion plays throughout the arena. In a matter of seconds, John Morrison steps out from the backstage area, dressed down in casual attire, to the delight of the fans.




[Jim Ross]: John Morrison returns yet again! We haven't seen this young man since back at the 5th Anniversary Slammy Show.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: That's right JR. John Morrison returned for one-night-only when he was awarded with one of the biggest Slammy's of the night, the Champion of the Year award.

[Michael Cole]: I can't say I'm surprised that he's back, it was only a matter of time. Let's just hope that he doesn't take another month off and pop up at the next big event.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: You know it's not his fault at all Cole. Moments after defending his title successfully, he was brutally attacked by Roman Reigns, which would lead to him having to vacate the title.

[Michael Cole]: Sucks for him Jerry, maybe if he wasn't so injury prone, he'd still be champ, but we're in a new era, the DX era.

[Jim Ross]: One has to wonder what's going through John Morrison's mind. He was so close to beating the reign for longest reigning Intercontinental Champion, only for his dreams to be crushed by Roman Reigns.

John Morrison continues to strut down the ramp with a big smile on his face, you can tell that's he glad to be back around the XWL fans. As he makes way down, the Shaman of Sexy slaps a couple of hands as fans reach out over the barrier before heading up the steel steps and through the middle ropes. JoMo spins around with his hands out as the fans cheer loudly before hoping up on the turnbuckle and performing his signature pose. He hops back down and makes his way to the turnbuckle opposite and poses at the top. John then makes his way over to the ring ropes closest to the announcer's table and request a microphone before beginning to speak...



[John Morrison]: I just want to start off and say it's my honestly my pleasure to be back in this ring, right here in front of my fans. Thank you for the extremely warm welcome. It's been a while since I've been able to step through these ring ropes and pose at the top of that turnbuckle due to an injury I suffered at the hands of Roman Reigns. Just two months ago at the Monster Bash, I  was about 11 months into my reign, can you believe that? 11 months. I had just successfully defended my title against Roman Reigns, one of the most physically dominating men in this company, I was on top of the world. However, it seems like he just couldn't take the loss like a man. Unexpectedly, Roman Reigns delivered a spear that I will surely never forget, not only did I break a couple of ribs, but it took me out of action and I was forced to vacate a title I valued more than anything in this company. I was so close to breaking the record...so close. I was two months away from making history but it was all taken away from me and here...I am...with no title.



[John Morrison]: But you want to know what's ironic about the whole situation? After I was forced to vacate the title, look who weaseled his way into a title shot and is currently the reigning Intercontinental Champion? I'll let you guess...take one guess...it's kind of hard to actually remember who the champion is these days. Let me jog your memory. From San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the current Intercontinental Champion, "The Icon", "The Showstopper", "The Headliner", "The Heartbreak Kid", Shawn Michaels. Isn't ironic that the record holder for the longest-reigning Intercontinental Champion is now the champion after I was so close to beating his record? We all know that I had the potential and was well on my way to breaking the record but Shawn obviously didn't let the happen. Hear me out, Shawn has a record for screwing people, I mean we're all familiar with the Montreal Screwjob from way back in the day and recently, Ted had trouble with him. Did you pay Roman to take me out Shawn? Why'd you take so long to actually pull the trigger? You know, people have always compared me to Shawn and I just don't know why, I'm obviously way better looking and a better superstar than he's ever been.

The fans are certainly not liking what they're hearing about their Intercontinental Champion and some even start to boo John Morrison, a fan favorite.

[Jim Ross]: Some harsh words from the former Intercontinental Champion, does he really mean it?

[Michael Cole]: I like this side of Morrison, maybe he should show it more often.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: This isn't the Morrison the fans know and love, maybe he's joking.

[Michael Cole]: Maybe he's tired of putting up a front like everything's alright like the rest of the locker room.



[John Morrison]: Aw, come on guys, I'm just joking around. I really do respect Shawn Michaels and what he's done for this business. He's really made it possible for guys like me to prosper in this business. Shawn has shown that it's not all about size but how determined one is. I still look up to him, I've always wanted to be a great champion just like him and while I may not have beat his record, I'm glad that I even got the chance to prove myself as champion. I got the chance to leave my name in the record books right next to his and I'm satisfied. Shawn, I actually have one request. You know I've never received the rematch I was entitled to since I lost my championship and who better to face for the championship? After all, you are the greatest Intercontinental Champion in XWL history. One on one, right here, right now.

The fans reaction change as John Morrison praises The Heartbreak Kid...

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: I knew John wasn't serious when he was ranting about Shawn Michaels. John honestly just wants one more match and rightfully so, he never received a rematch.

[Jim Ross]: It's not really in Shawn's hands but we'll have to see if the champion accepts the challenge. He does have a title match later on.

[Michael Cole]: Don't even waste your time Shawn, he isn't worth it...






Kofi! The theme song of Kofi Kingston rings out through the arena and the crowd buzzes instantaneously.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: It's Kofi Kingston! If we're going to discuss people who deserve an Intercontinental title shot, who better than Kofi!

[Michael Cole]: Oh, please, Kofi Kingston is an embarrassment.

[Jim Ross]: That may be your opinion, Michael, but Kingston is an incredibly gifted athlete who these fans love to watch.

The Dreadlocked Dynamo walks down the ramp with the grin he always uses to embrace the fans. Children and parents alike applaud him as he slaps some hands on his path to the ring. Kingston slips himself into the ring and comes face to face with John Morrison. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles a tad before motioning for a microphone. Once given to him, Kofi Kingston grabs it and begins speaking.

[Kofi Kingston]: C'mon Morrison. You of all people should know how hard it is to get to the top here. After all, you did spend years here before you finally got your Intercontinental title reign. You actually think you can just come back after two months off and call out the champion on your night back?

Kofi smiles after he says what he said.

[Kofi Kingston]: Ha, of course I'm kidding John. If there's anybody I can respect out there it's you, but don't think there aren't other people out there who also want that shot. We all do, John. I've been trying to win the Intercontinental Championship since I came to XWL. Well, that, and learn how to make my hair as gorgeous as yours. But anyways, John, I hope you understand that every superstar in XWL wants a shot at the title. All of us want the shot to prove to the fans that we can be the ones to captivate their souls night in and night out, but we don't always get that shot.

[Kofi Kingston]: And c'mon, look at the champion himself. How can you not respect Shawn Michaels? He's done it all! He's won titles in every company and he's won almost everything there is to win in each of them! He's the longest United States Champion, longest Intercontinental Champion, and the longest reigning champion in XWL history! Not to mention, he's the current champion! He's a championship magnet! If Shawn Michaels brought a metal detector to a beach, he'd probably dig up a championship! Literally, the guy just has a way of winning them and you have to respect that.

[Kofi Kingston]: Well, anyways John, Shawn Michaels had a pretty packed schedule tonight already so I don't think he was going to answer your challenge.  But back to you, John. You really shouldn't be upset at all that you lost your shot at being the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in history. I mean, you didn't have easy competition AT ALL! You had to hold the title longer than one of the greatest men in XWL history so I personally think you should be glad to have come as close as you did. What Michaels did was legendary and it'd be hard for any of us to outdo. Heck Morrison, I'd be glad if I could win the darn title! But hey, my day will come and who knows, maybe one day you will break the record for longest title reign! You're how old, like 40, right? (Grinning) You must have a good two years or so left to break that record in.

The camera shifts back to Morrison who doesn't look too pleased at Kofi's comments but his expression doesn't last for long. John puts a smile on his face and looks over at Kofi Kingston...




John then begins to speak...



[John Morrison]: Pretty clever Kofi, I have to admit I actually laughed at that one, my time is certainly ticking, in no time I'll be 40. You know what Kofi, you're right. I've been here for many years and it did take me a while before I had that one title reign that really jump started my career. After all, you've been here just as long as I have and have watched me ascend closer to the top while you're pretty much stuck in the same place but it's alright, you're getting there. I know you and many others may think that I'm not deserving of a shot because I was out of action for two months but if you really think about it Kofi, I am the former champion and in my contract, it states that I am entitled to a rematch whenever requested. Also, you're right again Kofi, there's a lot of men and women in the back who want to be champion, who have yet to be put in the spotlight and be able to actually prove themselves. I was once in your position, it's understandable. You want to make a name for yourself, just like I do, just like Shawn Michaels made a name for himself as "The Showstopper" and the longest reigning champion in XWL.

[John Morrison]: Honestly Kofi, let's not carry on with the cheap shots, we're not here for that, are we? I think it's our time Kofi to prove that we can be just as legendary as Shawn Michaels. You say that you're one of the people in the back that haven't been able to prove themselves and that want a shot at the title so how about we prove it later on? You and I, Kofi, one on one, and what better place to prove just how far we're willing to go than X-Treme X-mas? I'll give you the chance to choose the type of match we have. I've been itching to get back into action.

[Jim Ross]: John Morrison is challenging Kofi Kingston to a match, later on tonight! This one has all the potential to be a classic.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: I hope Kofi accepts, I would love to see these two have a match tonight. Two high flyers putting their bodies on the line in whatever type of match Kofi chooses if he accepts.

[Michael Cole]: Oh no, I hope Kofi declines, I would hate to see him compete tonight. I've had enough of his blandness.

Kofi is slightly taken aback by Morrison's challenge, he looks to his right and then to his left, looking out to the crowd as he mulls over his decision until he finally raises the microphone to his lips for one final time.

[Kofi Kingston]: Let me get this staight... You're challenging me to a match, here, tonight?

The crowd cheer loudly as Morrison nods his head.

[Kofi Kingston]: I'm sure you've heard the saying, be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.. Well you've got it! Kofi Kingston versus John Morrison right here at Xtreme Xmas!

Kofi stares intently towards Morrison and the crowd are getting hyped for the match later tonight. Kofi then extends his right hand to John Morrison who extends his hand with no hesitation and shakes Kofi's hand.

[Kofi Kingston]: Let's just try not to break any ribs this time alright, you wouldn't want your first appearance back to be your last, would you?

Kofi laughs to himself as he turns to leave. The Boom Squad General's music begins to play throughout the arena as he makes his way to the ring ropes and the fans can be heard cheering throughout the arena. The camera shifts back to The Prince of Parkour who is seen smiling at Kofi's subtle cheap shot.



Before Kofi exits the ring, he hops up onto the turnbuckle and does his signature claps, which many of the fans in the crowd follow along with. The camera shifts back to John Morrison, who seems to be looking for something in the inside pocket of his leather jacket. John finally pulls out something gold and a closer view of Morrison shows that the object in question is none other than John Morrison's Champion of the Year Slammy. Morrison looks down at the Slammy and then back at Kofi Kingston. Right as Kofi Kingston hops down from the turnbuckle and puts his foot through the ring ropes, John Morrison starts charging at the oblivious Kofi Kingston. The fans start to make noise but Kofi doesn't get the message. John connects with a huge hit to the back of the head of Kofi Kingston with the Slammy, causing Kofi Kingston to drop down to the outside of the ring. The camera shifts to Kingston who is seen holding the back of his head and you can tell he's in excruciating pain.

[Jim Ross]: My god! John Morrison just hit Kofi Kingston in the head with his Slammy. That thing has to weigh a ton.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: What the hell is John doing?

[Michael Cole]: What do you think he's doing King? It's quite obvious John has had it with Kofi's mouth and I can't blame him.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: The fans are certainly not happy with John Morrison, I've never heard the fans boo Morrison so hard.

John Morrison makes his way to the outside of the ring and it looks as if he isn't finished yet. John hunches over and starts to hammer away at Kofi's back with the base of the Slammy, shot after shot, it seems like with each shot, John is getting angrier and angrier. John Morrison drops the Slammy on the floor and begins to look around in the crowd, the fans that once cheered for him and supported him are no longer on his side. The Shaman of Sexy looks under the ring apron and in a matter of seconds, he pulls out a John Morrison pulls out a 10 foot steel ladder. He pulls the ladder fully from under the ring and rest it next to Kofi. The former Intercontiental Champion then turns his attention to Kofi and gets a grip of his hands and begins to drag Kofi's lifeless body slowly towards the ladder. John opens the ladder up so that one of the ladder legs are in the air followed by John rolling Kofi onto the other ladder leg. The Shaman of Sexy starts slamming away at Kofi Kingston over and over. He doesn't let up one bit and finally a group of referees run down the ramp to stop the assault. A couple of referees protect Kofi Kingston by constructing a human barricade against John Morrison. The camera focuses on John Morrison and all we see is a smirking John Morrison as the fans boo loudly throughout the arena. Morrison snatches his Slammy off the ground before heading up the ramp backwards.

[Jim Ross]: What a sickening assualt at the hands of John Morrison! What has gotten into this young man?

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: I'm sure everyone in this arena is wondering why Morrison? What caused him to snap? Kofi was only playing around.

[Michael Cole]: Be careful what you wish for is what Kofi said, he accepted the challenge and he got it.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]: Shut up Cole. Kofi could be seriously injured, who knows when he'll be back in action.

[Jim Ross]: Ladies and gentlemen, I haven't seen such a horrible sight in so long, especially from someone as respectable as John Morrison.

[Michael Cole]: Looks are deceiving and he is a former X-Treme Champion, don't act all clueless.

Medics finally make their way to the ring as John Morrison walks up the ramp. The last picture we see is John Morrison smirking halfway up the ramp as we head to the next segment...

The creatures howl as Jeff Hardy's theme sounds, prompting the masses to rise up in support, and the lights to flicker on and off in a multitude of color transitions.



With smoke gathering across the stage, the cameras get closer and closer, giving us a full on shot of a figure stepping through the fog, emerging like a painted warrior set for battle is none other than Jeff Hardy himself.




[Lillian Garcia]
The following is an Extreme Gauntlet, one by one members of The Wyatt Family will compete, and if Jeff Hardy successfully puts away both members, then he will face Bray Wyatt. Introducing first, from Cameron North Carolina, weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds, Jeff Hardy!


[JR]
We've got a good one coming up folks, a match you do not wanna miss.

[King]
You said it, JR. Jeff Hardy taking on the gauntlet, a gauntlet of one family, a family that has made quite the impact since arriving to XWL, The Wyatt Family.

[Michael Cole]
You'd have to think a man is crazy to accept a challenge that entails him having to defeat three men in one night, but Jeff Hardy's always been a little messed up in the head.

[JR]
Fueled by his desire to avenge his brother, Jeff Hardy seems like he'll stop at nothing to make The Wyatts pay for their crimes against his family.



Jeff's eyes are tightly closed shut, he looks straight ahead at the place where it will all go down, the ring. He knows tonight won't be easy, but if it was easy then everyone would be going after The Wyatt Family. One thing that makes this challenge play into Jeff's own field of expertise, is the fact that there will be no rules, anything can be used as a weapon, and for Jeff Hardy, that practically has him at home.



Lowering his head, he hears the fans cheering, telling him he's the greatest, that he'll succeed at his goal tonight of taking down The Wyatt Family. But you can tell he's still not all the way at ease, we can't forget he never planned on returning, it was his brother's return to have, but The Wyatts spoiled it, thus giving Jeff a new purpose, a new fire inside that despite countless attempts by Bray and his pack of wild wolves, still burns strongly.



[Michael Cole]
One question I have to ask, is this the night Bray Wyatt finally steps inside an XWL ring and competes for the first time?


[King]
I have no doubt that it won't be easy, but if Jeff Hardy can make it past Harper and Rowan, we could finally see what Bray can do.


[JR]
It looks like Jeff Hardy is...yes he is, he's taking Lillian's microphone, it looks like he has something to say.


Now standing in the middle of the ring, wasting no time in getting inside of it, and grabbing a microphone, Jeff Hardy prepares to address his creatures, but perhaps more specifically, The Wyatts.




[Jeff Hardy]
THEY say it's impossible, THEY say it can't be done, THEY say I'm crazy, THEY say I'm in over my head! Or am I simply over theirs? The Wyatt Family have done nothing to this place but bring terror everywhere they go. People are afraid of what they don't understand, but I...I have no fears, I have no worries, because I have be at the very bottom, I have seen the Grim Reaper, he has sat at my bed side, he has held my hand through many a battles, he has tried to take me with him but I am IMMORTAL! My message is immortal, my creatures are IMMORTAL!

Fans on all sides erupt, beginning an immediately loud "Hardy!" chant that he silences himself upon hearing. Letting the chant reach the roof, echo throughout the building, and blast throughout the millions of televisions at home.



[Jeff Hardy]
Bray Wyatt! Your mind games do not work on me, for you see, my mind is an open book, filling each page with each passing second, creating a story that has no end! No matter what you say, no matter what you do, nothing stops that next chapter from being written, nothing stops the page from turning! You can spread your message to all of these people, you can preach to whoever you like, but when all is said and done, you'll be proven as a false self created idol that will be burned at the stake, along with your message that has no bearing.





[Jeff Hardy]
I am nobodies victim but my own, so if you think I'll fall to you, if you think I'll allow your family to destroy mine, then you're in for a rude awakening. Because as the year ends tonight, so does you! I will tear through your walls, I will pass this test, and I will make you pay for your transgressions!




[Jeff Hardy]
TONIGHT, MY CREATURES! The night is ours, the time to rise is now, the time to illuminate the skies is here! Together we will send The Wyatt Family a message that will overshadow their own, together we SHALL SURVIVE! Together we WILL put an end to THEM!









The Wyatt Family's Luke Harper and Erik Rowan step onto the stage, without Bray. Jeff stares intently for several moment before finally Bray Wyatt struts onto the stage....





They stand and stare down Jeff Hardy in the ring for several moments before he slaps Erick Rowan on the chest and the lights go out? Suddenly, a lantern illuminates the darkness...





Bray starts to walk towards the ring and the crowd boo's. Thinking that his two followers in tow. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and takes his routine seat in the rocker and slowly raises the lamp to his lips....





When the lights turn on Erik Rowan, sheep mask and all, stands in the ring across from Jeff Hardy!! Bray grins at ringside as Jeff jumps from the surprise. Harper tries to march towards the ring but Bray puts his hand up to stop him. He motions towards the ring as for them to commence the extreme gauntlet, and the referee obliges.


DING! DING! DING!


Jeff flies towards Rowan and throws a flurry of blows, trying to gain the quick edge on the larger opponent but Rowan shoves him off and sends Hardy flying across the ring. Hardy launches back in but the process is only repeated as he crashes to the mat! Jeff once again tries rushing to his feet but Erik lunges in and delivers a big knee to the side of his head. Jeff stumbles backwards as Rowan strips off the mask and tosses it to the outside as he stalks his prey. He drags Hardy to his feet and tosses him into the corner, he fires off fist after fist to the Charismatic Enigma. Jeff starts to slouch in the corner but Rowan finishes his barrage with a toss across the ring towards the other corner. He charges in after him but Jeff stops and slides under the ropes to the outside! He starts running around the ring, as Rowan gives chase. Hardy turns around one ring post, but Rowan dives through the corner of the ring to the other side thinking he's cut off Jeff but he leaps and uses the steel steps to launch at Rowan!!


The two men collide and both crash to his floor. Jeff gets up to his feet and fires off some boots to the downed big man. Over by Bray Harper tries intervening but Wyatt orders him back. Jeff turns towards the ring and starts digging under it, he digs for several moments but before he is able to find anything Rowan recovers and rips him by his leg from out under the ring and pulls him to his feet. He grabs him by the waist and hurls him into the barricade!! The smack is loud and sick as the fans go silent with concern but Jeff starts barely moving allowing the fans to gain a sign of relief. Erik pulls him up again and rolls him under the bottom rope. Rowan rolls under as well and covers him for the first pin of the game, but Jeff slips out at 1! Rowan starts firing off fists to the temple of Jeff and tries covering again only for another quick 1 count. The big man puts boots on to Jeff again and stares downward. He grins and turns, running off the ropes, and leaps! He's already attempting his signature body splash! But Jeff rolls out of the way as he crashes himself into the mat!


Jeff immediately collects himself and stares down his adversary as the anger builds inside of him. He seemingly snaps and charges in, he tears him to his feet wrings his arm around and grabs Rowan by the collar. He sweeps him backwards and drives him into the mat with a russian leg sweep, but he follows through by grabbing each of Rowan's league and drops both his legs across each of the opponent's legs! The referee counts!



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Rowan launches off the tight pinning circumstance! He tries struggling to his feet in a hurry but Jeff is already up waiting for him and he grabs him by the head and leaping driving him chin first into the top of his own head. Roan staggers back into the corner, face first, and Jeff sees his chance as he charges in and splashes him into the corner. He stumbles out and turns towards Hardy where he is met with a boot to the gut, Jeff tucks Rowan's head but as he tries to lift him up seemingly for a face-buster, Rowan locks himself down to the ground preventing the move. Rowan throws him off across the ring, and measures him for a big maneuver on a charge but Jeff ducks the clothesline attempt. Rowan turns and sees Jeff leap but catches him in a powerbomb position! Rowan prances to the center of the ring but once again Jeff starts firing off fists causing Erik to stagger.


Rowan pulls Jeff up by the pants but Jeff leaps through and lands behind him, Jeff charges forward and up the turnbuckle! Going for Whisper in the Wind, as Rowan turns into it and he connects! Instead of covering Jeff stands up and wanders over to the side of the ring facing the entrance ramp and taunts Harper and Wyatt, by tapping his wrists signifying time's almost up. He spins around and measures Rowan as he rises, he delivers a big kick to the gut and tucks his head! The fans erupt, knowing what comes next! TWIST OF FATE! Jeff Hardy plants Erik Rowan face first into the mat with his signature move and rolls him over to cover him!



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Jeff gets to his feet and starts taunting and challenging Luke Harper who is chomping at the bit to get in the ring, Bray still has his hand up from earlier but he smiles....and lowers it as Harper dives into the ring, starting the next match!


20 Minutes Later in a good match write-up that should be here....


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Jeff Hardy beat Harper via Roll-Up!


[b]Jeff Hardy and Luke Harper lay in the ring in shock as the bell rings and the fans erupt! Jeff Hardy did it! He beat both of the Wyatt brothers! Bray looks less than pleased on the outside as his eyes open up extremely wide. With no hesitation he dives into the ring and stalks over Jeff HArdy, who starts slowly rising to his feet. As Jeff turns around Bray lets out a yell.


{Bray Wyatt}
FINISH HIM!


As he says this Erik Rowan flies from off camera and delivers a HUGE big boot to the side of Jeff Hardy's face!! Both Rowan and the recovering Harper go on the attack, like feral dogs, and start picking apart Jeff Hardy with fists and boots. Jeff tries fending them off but to no avail as they keep him on the ground. Bray walks around the attack as he watches the beat down. Rowan lifts Jeff up to his feet and hands him to Harper. Luke shoves him chest first into the ropes and as Jeff hits them he stumbles backwards and Luke Harper DRILLS Hardy with his Discus Clothesline to the back of his head!

Hardy collapses to the mat and Rowan runs off the ropes himself and leaps! Connecting with his patented standing splash on Jeff! The fans boo as this has been the Wyatt's opt out strategy in recent weeks rather than engaging Jeff. Has Jeff lies motionless Bray lays down right next to him, resting his head on the mat as one of his "brothers" hands him a mic.


{Bray Wyatt}
Jeff, you will NEVER lay a finger on me because I am the Lord's shepherd to these people. I am above you and there is nothing you can do, even surviving this gauntlet. You did prove yourself a worth adversary but I am issuing one last warning, right here, right now, for everyone to hear. WALK. AWAY. Because you will meet the embrace of Sister Abigail once again and this is the last time she will let you live!


Bray spikes the mic into the mat and without the assistance of Harper and Rowan rips Hardy to his feet. He grabs him in place for the Sister Abigail and you here a slow humming, Harper reaches down and picks the mic up, placing it in front of Bray while he holds Jeff in place. Bray slowly and creepily sings into the mic....


[b]{Bray Wyatt}
Ashes......Ashes....We all.....fall.......DOWN!


On that word as a cue Bray spins Hardy around and spikes Jeff head first into the mat! Bray stands and looks at his work and starts singing the song again, the same line over and over. Continuing the singing he walks over to Jeff's body and straddles it, extending his arms outwards and drops to his knees, sitting on Jeff as his "brothers" place a hand on each shoulder. Bray gets nose to nose with the fallen Enigma, and starts laughing obnoxiously loud right in his face!