XWL Uprising: 2/7/2014 - 2/14/2014

After a video package highlighting the rivalry between DX and Chris Jericho, Uprising cuts to ringside.

[Jim Ross]
Well folks, what a night it has been so far here at Uprising, and it's nowhere near being over!  We still have so much more yet to come!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
You're right JR!  What a way to kick off 2014!

[Jim Ross]
And if -

ARE YOU READY?



The crowd erupts into a deafening cheer as the prelude to DX's theme begins to play.



[Jim Ross]
Well it sounds like the roof just blew off this building King.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
You're telling me!

[Michael Cole]
Oh come on!  DX are washed-up.  They've had their time.  Chris Jericho is a man of truth and everything he has said about DX is true.  Nobody cares about them anymore!

[Jim Ross]
I guess that's why everyone in this arena is on their feet then...

Both Shawn Michaels and Triple H appear at the top of the entrance way, each choosing a side of the ramp to pose to the thousands of adoring fans.



[Jim Ross]
Whatever your opinion of D-Generation X, you can't argue with cold, hard facts.  They had their doubters.  They had their critics.  But they have risen above and proved to the world that they can still co-exist and reach the heights the legendary group of DX once reached.  Both men picked up a championship within weeks of DX's rebirth and ever since they have been as entertaining as I can ever remember.

[Michael Cole]
But despite all their success they have their flaws.  Chris Jericho has picked holes in DX for over a month now.  Tonight he claims he will kill DX and with a track record like Jericho's you'd be a fool to think he doesn't have what it takes to back up his words.  

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
I don't think DX will ever be killed or forgotten.  The fans will make sure it lives on, if only in memory.  But it's true that Jericho certainly is capable of backing up his claims, like it or not.  Tonight is not just a match.  It's going to be an all out war in one of the most personal rivalries in XWL today.



As DX begin their descent down the entrance ramp under a wave of cheers, ring announcer Justin Roberts begins to get the proceedings underway.


[Justin Roberts]
The following contest is scheduled for one fall... making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Triple H... representing D-Generation X... from San Antonio, Texas... weighing in at 225 lb... The Intercontinental Champion....he is "The Heartbreak Kid"... SHAWNNNN MICHAELSSSS!



DX are now in the ring, looking around at the vast legions of the DX Army, still showing their love for their two heroes.  They share a quick glance before performing their signature crotch chop, backed  by a spectacular display of pyro.



The Game approaches a turnbuckle and mounts it, throwing up his arms into the DX "X" as several hundred in the front row mimic him.



While he's doing this, Shawn has retrieved a microphone from ringside and begins running around him in circles as he dismounts.  As the music dies down a very loud "DX" chant begins.

[Jim Ross]
What an ovation from this live audience.  Wherever they go in the world, DX have an undeniable, maybe even an unmatched fanbase!

Shawn finally stops lapping his friend and hands the mic over to him in the way only DX can.  The Cerebral Assassin kicks things off in this pre-match promo as Shawn looks around at the huge number of DX glowsticks held up high in the air.



[Triple H]
NEW ORLEANS!  Let's get right to it!  I have just one question... ARE YOU READY?!?!

The crowd lets out a deafening roar of approval, signalling that yes, they are ready.  This fires up The Game who again mounts a nearby turnbuckle to emphasize his question.



[Triple H]
NO! I SAID... ARE YOU READY!!!!!?

Again the crowd cheers as loud as humanly possibly, maybe louder than before.  Triple H is now satisfied with the reponse and dismounts, returning to the middle of the ring where his partner is stood with a smile on his face.



[Triple H]
Then... for the thousands in attendance... and the millions watching at home around the world... and for Chris Jericho who is not the best in the world and never has been.  The best in the world is standing right here and he's my best friend Shawn Michaels!

The crowd lets out a big cheer along with a "HBK" chant.

[Triple H]
oooooooooooooooooooooooo.............LET'S GET READY TO SUCK IT!

The crowd are as electric as they have been all night as The Game hands over the mic to HBK.


[Shawn Michaels]
And as always... If you're not down with that then we've got two words for ya!


HBK lifts the mic high as the crowd scream "SUCK IT!" right on cue.



[Shawn Michaels]
Now..It's time to get down to business. In just a few minutes, Chris Jericho's theme is going to hit, he's going to walk down that ramp with a scowl on his face and he's going to step into this ring, and he's going to get his jaw broken into tiny little pieces. Now, I'm not a man that likes to hurt people, it's not something that gives me joy but sometimes in this business... it's what is required. I mean I even had to hit my best friend in the face with a steel chair a few times, and He once hit me in the back with a sledgehammer, and I'm sure he never enjoyed doing that to me... but tonight, I will take pride in finally shutting Chris Jericho's big mouth.



[Triple H]
Hate to break this to you buddy... but when I hit you in the back with a sledgehammer before... well... it was enjoyable at the time.  I mean... you know I have a mean streak right?  You're like a brother to me... and brothers... sometimes... they fight.  It's just unfortunate that you know... I kinda almost crippled you again.  But like the true warrior that you are... you rose above all that and you put me right in my place.  Just like you will with Chris Jericho here tonight.  I have complete faith in you.  Heck, if you can live through several career-ending beatings from me I doubt Jericho is going to even put a scratch on you here tonight.




[Shawn Michaels]
I still can't believe you did that..but anyway, you're exactly right! Chris Jericho doesn't even compare to you. We've had some of the most brutal battles in the history of this business and every time... We both came fighting right back. I'm pretty sure if I can handle a beating from you, then I can Handle one from Mr. Rockstar himself! That's if he even gets the chance, we all know Jericho talks himself up more than any man in this business, even more than you and I. Now, it's time to see if Jericho can back it up one more time. He wants to end my career? Then he's welcome to try because he's in for the fight of his life.



[Triple H]
Besides... you've already had your career ended a few times and each time it was only temporary.  You remember?  You lost your smile... you broke your back... and you lost to that guy at Wrestlemania.  And each time you came back.  You remember who I'm talking about right?  Tall guy, wore black... had a lot of tattoos.  He liked the dark and was kinda creepy... except when he decided to be a ginger biker.  He beat you twice... and funnily enough he beat me twice too.  I guess that makes him better than us... and if he couldn't end your career... nobody can.  You'll always come back.  That's why you're one of the greatest there is.  With all of these comebacks, anybody would swear that you're trying to outdo Terry Funk!



[Shawn Michaels]
Now come on...nobody can ever outdo Terry Funk! Sure I've come back a few times but that's only because I love this business, It's all I've ever known. Even when I was at rock bottom, this business is what kept me going... it's what brought me back. You've been there for me from the moment you arrived in the WWE, when I thought I was done... You brought me back, you was the one on the other end of the phone asking me to come back. D-Generation X is the one thing that will last forever, even when we wasn't coming out here on TV as DX...Backstage and on the road...DX was living strong. nothing has ever stopped D-Generation X before, and nothing will stop DX now.



[Triple H]
Nothing will stop us.  The Road To Final Stand begins now and I can't think of a better way to start our journey than by shutting one of the biggest mouths and deflating one of the biggest egos in in this business today.  After tonight, we'll go on to Final Stand and show the world and our remaining doubters that we still have what it takes to compete on the grandest stage of them all.  DX is evergreen.  The DX Army is unstoppable.  And Mr Final Stand is coming home and there's nothing that Chris Jericho can do about it!



[Shawn Michaels]
Jericho can try all he wants but he will never stop the DX Army. He can try take me down, he can try take you down but we've shown many times in the past that will never happen. We are two of the most sucesfull superstars in the history of this business, and we will continue that. Whoever I face at Final Stand for the intercontinental Championship will have to be at the top of their game. But now, It's time for a war, It's time for a battle. So Chris Jericho, put down your hair gel, and get your ass in this ring.

Shawn Michaels passes the microphone to the outside, along with his hat and shirt. DX embrace in a final hug and await the arrival of Chris Jericho




[Justin Roberts]
And introducing the opponent...Weighing in at 226 lb from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... CHRISSSS JERICHOOO!

The theme of Chris Jericho blasts around the arena. The typical pyro shoots out around the stage as the lights dim and the fans begin booing Jericho before he even appears.



The camera pans to the stage awaiting the arrival of Chris Jericho.  Several moments pass and Jericho is nowhere to be seen, when suddenly the camera cuts up to the merchandise stand. It is showing a DX Shirt before zooming out to reveal Chris Jericho.


[Chris Jericho]
You're all wondering why I'm up here, Why am I up at the merchandise area. I'm here because this is where it all starts, this is why you people buy into D-Generation X. When you buy their t-shirt or their overpriced Glow Sticks you are just feeding the ego of two old and deluded men. You're leading Triple H and Shawn Michaels to believe they are still relevant. You people spend your hard earned money on a shirt with a stupid logo just because it's D-Generation X. It doesn't matter how ugly their shirts become you people still buy them, you people still buy into DX. You're just giving Hunter and Shawn another reason to hang onto their fame.

Jericho begins to walk down the hallway away from the merchandise stand.


[Chris Jericho]
Each week DX plug their merchandise, they tell you all to buy it...and you all do that, because you're all nothing but sheep. You do as you're told to do, you cheer for DX because you are told to cheer for DX. You don't realize that it's DX holding back the people you want to see, people like Daniel Bryan. You chant all night long for the likes of Daniel Bryan but because of Shawn and Hunter, he will never make it, their egos are too big to step back and let somebody else get the spotlight, so tonight I do all of you and every superstar back in the locker room a favour. I put an end to DX... the cheap plugs, the childish jokes... all of it.


[Chris Jericho]
But you people don't realize the effect DX are having on this business, when they walk out from behind that curtain with their ridiculous music, you will all stand on your feet and cheer. You parasites will all continue to feed the ego of Shawn Michaels and Triple H. But enjoy it while it lasts, stand up, wave your glow sticks because tonight is the last time you will see Shawn Michaels walk down that ramp. Michaels likes to call himself Mr.Final Stand, which is ironic because this year...He will be sat at home watching Final Stand on his television just like all of you. He will be sat there, and he will watch Chris Jericho get back to where he deserves to be.


[Chris Jericho]
I was just like all of you, I used to sit down there in front row with my HBK shirt, cheering on The Heartbreak Kid. He was the man that made me buy my tickets, made me order the PPVs. I looked up to Shawn Michaels, he was everything I wanted to be. Despite all the odds he made it in this business, he opened the door for superstars like me... but then finally after years of looking up to him I realized that he didn't give a damn about any of this fans, he was looking out for himself. He would do whatever it would take to have the spotlight on him, he didn't care if he had to stab his friends in the back, Just ask Bret Hart what Shawn Michaels is capable of.


[Chris Jericho]
But all of that is in the past and after tonight Shawn Michaels will be in the past. But don't worry Shawn, these fans will soon forget about you, they'll soon move on to somebody else. You'll just be a distant memory. In a few months time, when I'm at the top of this company once again, You'll be nothing. You'll be sat at home with your kids, with Rebecca by your side watching me, knowing that you were never as good as I am. I can tell that you already know that, and it hurts you, Shawn. It's always hurt you, from the moment we first met in that ring, You knew I was better than you, and you did everything you could to hold me back. But it didn't work did it? I still became the Best in the World at everything I do.


[Chris Jericho]
Don't think I've forgotten about you Hunter, I want you to watch closely tonight because you can look into your future. You can see what is in store for you, because after I've sent Shawn back home where he belongs... It won't be long until you're joining him. You see, D-Generation X represent everything wrong with this business. While I get overlooked time and time again, every time I've been screwed out of my rightful rematches it's because of people like you, people holding onto whatever fame they can get.

Jericho jumps the barrier and enters the ring.


[Chris Jericho]
I hope when you were stood in the back just now that you said your goodbyes, Hunter. You can wish Shawn all the luck in the world but tonight, none of that matters. Tonight Hunter, I will do what you failed to do a few months back, I will end Shawn's career, I will make sure he never steps foot inside an XWL ring again. I will prove he isn't worthy of the Intercontinental Championship, and that he isn't worthy of an XWL Contract.


[Chris Jericho]
You should all take out your cameras and get ready, get the final pictures of Shawn Michaels in an XWL Ring. You can cherish this moment like the parasites that you are. Raise your stupid glow sticks, put on your DX shirts...for the last time.

Chris Jericho drops the microphone to the mat and smirks as the fans show strong hate for Jericho's comments, chants of "DX" begin to ring around the arena as HHH delivers some final words to his best friend before patting him on the back saying "you got this" and retreating to the outside of the ring.  Both HBK and Y2J share an intense stare, one of pure intensity and hatred that has been building up inside of both men for the better part of a month until the bell sounds and this match-up gets underway....







15 MINUTES INTO THE MATCH




HBK is backed into the corner and clearly not in the best of shape as his eyes are glazed over. Jericho visciously continues the assault with hard punches knocking HBK down in the corner.  Jericho is relentless and continues to land punches in a ruthless manner.  Realising the danger of the situation, the referee tries to pull Jericho away but Jericho just ignores and pushes the official away with force, sending him flying onto his behind before landing even more shots on the now busted open HBK. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell and disqualify Jericho!

[Justin Roberts]
The winner of this match as the result of a disqualification... SHAWN MICHAELS!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
What is Jericho doing?  Best in the world... yet he gets disqualified just like that!

[Jim Ross]
I don't think Jericho is here to pick up a victory tonight King.  Jericho is here to lay true to what he said when he said he would end the career of Shawn Michaels and kill DX!

As soon as the bell rings, Triple H enters the ring clearly infuriated at the actions of Jericho, Hunter immediately pulls Jericho away and throws him down on the canvas, making a beeline for his best friend to check on his wellbeing.  This is soon revealed to be a mistake however, as once Triple H has seen that Shawn is unconscious and completely out of it, he turns around right into a Codebreaker!

[Michael Cole]
Codebreaker!  Jericho has left both members of DX down and out!  His plan is coming into fruition!  This is why he is the best at everything he does!  He says he's going to do something then he does it!

Jericho looks down at both members of DX with malice intent in his eyes before exiting the ring.  He grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper area and throws it in the ring.  You can almost see the cogs turning in Jericho's mind and a lightbulb flicking on in his brain as it appears an idea has come into his head and he begins searching under the ring for something...HE HAS HANDCUFFS!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
Uh-oh! This can't be good...

Jericho looks in the ring at the two unconscious carcasses of DX and smirks sadistically before entering the ring. He drags the lifeless body of Triple H towards the rope and handcuffs him to the rope! The crowd now begin to throw trash at Chris Jericho while continuously booing him as he swats it away full of arrogance. The Game eventually begins to come around and realizes what's happened and tries to break free but it's impossible as Jericho edges towards the downed Showstopper.

[Triple H]
You son of a bitch!  

Jericho turns back and gets right up close before laughing in the face of Triple H causing him to write around, struggling with all his might to break free.  Anger wretched upon his face, The King Of Kings can do nothing but watch as Jericho once again turns his attention back to his best friend Shawn Michaels.

[Jim Ross]
I can't believe what we're witnessing here.  This is just sick.

[Jerry "The King Lawler]
If anyone is squeamish or has young children in the room, you might want to look away now.

Jericho picks up the chair and stalks Shawn Michaels who has since come around and somehow someway has been able to almost rise to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes.  Michaels staggers into the middle of the ring, towards Jericho, trying to fight back but is met with a devastating chairshot that sounds like a gunshot going off.  The sound is sickening as steel meats skull and Michaels collapses to the mat once again like a sack of potatoes knocked completely out cold.

[Jim Ross]
What a sick chair shot!  Jericho is ruthless but this is going too far!

Triple H roars in a combination of anger and agony as his best friend lies almost like a corpse in a crime scene in a puddle of his own blood... But Jericho isn't done.  He stands over Shawn and lands repeated chair shots to his head over and over again!  Each one seeming to be louder and more sickening than the last.  As each shot connects, time appears to slow down. Some of the fans cover their eyes or look away as they can't believe what is happening.

[Jim Ross]
Someone needs to stop this!  Stop this dammit!



Triple H's anger has quickly deteriorated into concern for his partner's health.  He begins to plea to Jericho, almost begging him to stop.  Jericho revels in his position of power, knowing he has DX right where he wants them and delivers one final horrifying chairshot to Shawn before throwing the chair down onto the bloodied pulp that used to be the head of the legendary Heartbreak Kid.  Shawn just lies there...motionless.  Blood continues to pour from the head of The Showstopper like a crimson river, engulfing the ring in red.  The emotions of The Game change yet again as he begins to squirm and roar like a caged lion in anger at the ruthless Jericho.  Jericho smirks and gets in the face of HHH and delivers a slap to his face, knowing full well that he can't react, angering him further and rubbins salt in DX's wounds. Jericho again picks up the chair and instead of assaulting The Game while he can, he decides to deliver the worst mental beating possible by standing over the lifeless body of his best friend Shawn Michaels, forcing him to see the image of Jericho standing over his carcass powerless to do anything.



Jericho lifts his arms in the air holding up the chair, clearly proud of his actions while Triple H is an obvious wreck. The crowd show hate like they never have before after waking up from their stunned silence. Jericho may well have kept his word and ended the career of Shawn Michaels and forever broken D-Generation X. Referees now rush to the ring and hold Jericho back preventing him from causing any further damage (which at this point seems impossible).  Jericho just slams down the chair and holds his hands in the air, suggesting he's done.  He's obviously proud as he exits the ring. EMT's rush to the aid of HBK as The Game looks downward in despair. Match officials do their best to break the handcuffs but it's no use.  Eventually wire cutters are brought out to free The Game who just sits there an emotional wreck as EMTs pick up and slowly carry the fallen legend Shawn Michaels up the entrance ramp.



The last image shown is a beaten and bloodied Shawn Michaels - who looks like he's out on his feet - being held up and helped out of the arena.  The commentators remain in a horrified silence as some of the crowd continue booing what they have just witnessed, others remain quiet in complete shock.

We return to the theme of The Devil’s Favorite Demon!!



Kane’s stage pyro goes off as The Big Red Monster enters with Paul Heyman close behind!!

{{King}}
I thought that this match would never come!! But here it is! Big E and JTG going up against Kane… and Paul Heyman!!!!

Kane makes his way down to the ring as Heyman talks into his ear the whole time, saying god knows what to prepare the demon for the match.

{{JR}}
I can’t wait to watch Paul Heyman get what he had coming to him for a long time!!! Although that’s an interesting attire he decided to wear. A suit and tie?

{{Cole}}
Well he’s not planning on tagging into the match JR. He’s not even a wrestler! The fact that he’s in this match in the first place is nonsense.

{{King}}
Nonsense? This is exactly what Paul deserves! Last week he may have been able to escape his match from The Ryback!! But there’s no running tonight!!

{{Cole}}
Are you kidding? Run? Didn’t you hear Paul earlier tonight? He’s not afraid of tonight’s match! He knows that Kane will protect him no matter what! Big E and JTG? Please, what have they done? They’re just an obstacle for Kane tonight, a minor annoyance! After tonight no one will want to get in the way of Paul Heyman!!

Kane is in the ring now, awaiting his opponents as Heyman goes to the apron and does the same.



JTG makes his way out to the ring as the crowd gives off a mixed reaction.



Big E’s theme hits, causing the crowd to give off a huge pop!! A few moments go by though, the stage empty.

{{King}}
Where’s Big E??

All of a sudden Big E’s theme stops and the titantron shows Edge smiling out at everyone.

{{Edge}}
Hey JTG, up here you dim-witted waste of roster space!

JTG furiously looks up at the tron as Paul Heyman begins to laugh in the ring.

{{Edge}}
You know how I told you that things weren’t over between us?

Edge grins and turns the camera so that we can see behind him. The crowd lets out a boo as we see Prince Devitt and Goldberg trying to subdue none other than Big E Langston!!

{{Edge}}
Have fun out there on your own JTG!! Big E is a little, preoccupied at the moment!!!

And with that Edge drops the camera to the floor and we can see him go and aid his two crew members before the tron goes black.

{{King}}
Oh no! It looks like JTG is going to have to take on Kane on his own!!

JTG nervously turns around, looking up at The Big Red Monster as the bell rings, signaling for the match to start!!

{{JR}}
And this one is under way!!

Kane stares at JTG, waiting for his prey to make a move. JTG takes a step back before charging!!! He hits Kane with an elbow!! Then a right hook!! He connects with another elbow!! Following it with a left uppercut!! He pauses for a moment, out of breath. Kane simply cocks his head, looking at the little man standing before him, before lashing out with a throat thrust!! JTG falls to the floor clutching his neck as the crowd boos! Kane laughs before picking his prey up by the throat, and slamming him down with a Chokeslam!!

{{King}}
And this one is over before it even began!! Whatever Paul Heyman was telling Kane before the match sure worked!!



The crowd goes wild as Big E’s theme begins to play. JTG slowly crawls into the corner, away from The Big Red Monster, who is staring at the titantron.

{{JR}}
It’s Big E!!

Big E’s theme comes to a close once again, and the tron goes black. Paul Heyman begins to laugh as Big E’s entrance proved to be just a false alarm once again. The crowd’s boos quickly turn to cheers however, as The Ryback’s face appears on the titantron.

{{The Ryback}}
Is this thing on?

The Ryback smiles into the camera which Edge dropped moments ago.

{{The Ryback}}
Did you really think that it would be that easy Paul? That your crew would be able to just waltz right up to Big E and take him out, just like that? Well when you mess with The Ryback, it isn’t just that easy. When you mess with Big E Langston, it isn’t just that easy. When you mess with…

The Ryback turns the camera where we see Goldberg and Prince Devitt on the floor, and STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN delivering a STONE COLD STUNNER to Edge!!

{{King}}
It’s Stone Cold!!

{{JR}}
Where’s Big E??

The Ryback turns the camera away from the scene, back onto his face.

{{The Ryback}}
You made a huge mistake when you decided to make enemies with the likes of us Paul.

Heyman is showed mouthing “the likes of you??” in disgust. Just then Big E charges out onto the stage.

{{JR}}
It’s Big E!! Now Heyman’s going to pay!!

{{The Ryback}}
You may have gotten the best of us in the past, but that’s when we we-

All of a sudden the camera goes flying, scattering across the floor. All that the camera can see is a few chairs, a door, and a table with an arrangement of pastries on it. The camera picks up sounds of a fight, but it’s not clear enough to pick up what’s going on.

{{JR}}
What just happened!?!?

Big E jumps up onto the apron and JTG lunges, tagging him in!! The crowd goes wild as Big E charges at Kane, flooring him with a shoulder block!! He runs the ropes as The Big Red Monster gets back to his feet, only to be floored again by a another shoulder block!! Big E runs the ropes once more, hitting a running delayed splash on Kane!! The crowd’s cheers quickly turn to boos as Stone Cold’s arm drops a few feet in front of the camera. Big E looks to the tron, momentarily distracted.

{{JR}}
That doesn’t look good!

The Ryback is shown stumbling into the chairs. He gets back to his feet only to be hit by a huge spear from Goldberg!!! The crowd boos as Devitt and Edge pick The Ryback up as Goldberg shouts.

{{JR}}
This looks familiar…

Devitt and Edge place The Ryback onto Goldberg’s shoulders as the three hit a triple powerbomb!! Sending The Ryback through the table!!!

{{JR}}
Oh no!!!

Edge walks over and picks up the camera

{{Edge}}
And that’s what happens when you mess with The Heyman Crew!

Edge drops the camera as the screen goes black. Big E turns around, right into a big boot from Kane!!! JTG charges into the ring, only to be stopped by a side slam from The Big Red Machine. Kane kicks JTG out of the ring before kneels down besides Big E and places his monstrous hand over his prey’s mouth!!

{{JR}}
Oh no! Kane is going to choke out Big E again! Someone has to stop this!!

After a few horrifying moments The Big Red Monster lets up.

{{JR}}
Big E isn’t moving!! This one is over.

Kane backs up, looking to pin, but Heyman shouts towards him, offering his hand for the tag. Kane smiles before tagging Heyman in!!

{{Cole}}
It looks like Heyman want to pin Big E! Make a statement!! This is great!

Heyman marches around the ring, soaking up the boos. He then goes for the pin….1……2……KICK OUT!!!!!

{{Cole}}
What!! How did Big E kick out of that!!!

Heyman looks on in disbelief before angrily kicking Big E repeatedly, but the behemoth refuses to stay down!! He blocks one of Heyman’s kicks and grabs him by the tie!!

{{JR}}
I told you that Heyman would regret wearing a suit to the ring.

Kane charges into the ring but is stopped by Da Shout Out from JTG!! Big E shoves Heyman against the ropes and hits an E-Train upon his return!! He goes for the pin…..1……2……..3….!!!!



Big E and JTG have their hands raised high in the air by the ref as the crowd goes wild. JTG points towards Heyman and says something to Big E, who nods. The two start to walk over towards Heyman but are forced to turn their attention to Kane, who sat up!!!!

{{JR}}
What!! How did Kane just sit up like that! He can’t be human!!

The two charge but Kane grabs both men by the throat!! The crowd cheers as Big E and JTG kick Kane in the gut then hit a double DDT on the monster!! Big E picks him up as the crowd continues to cheer!! He then hits The Big Ending!!!

{{JR}}
There’s no getting up from that!!!

JTG kicks Kane out of the ring, then he and Big E turn their attention back to Heyman, who is starting to crawl to the corner of the ring.



The crowd boos as Big E and JTG are forced to turn their attention to the ring

{{JR}}
Oh no! It’s The Heyman Crew!!

Edge, Goldberg, and Prince Devitt charge out to the ring!! Devitt is the first to slide in, running right into a clothesline from Big E!! Edge slides in next. JTG charges at The Rated R Superstar, still angry from the weeks of hell that he’s been put through, and the two begin to exchange blows!! Goldberg slides in last, running right into an E-Train!!!

{{JR}}
Big E took down Goldberg!! That might have evened the odds!!

JTG takes Edge down with a dropkick as Big E picks Devitt up to his feet. Devitt leaps into the air, connecting with an enziguri!! JTG charges at Devitt only to be floored by a huge knife edge chop!! Edge is back up now and joins Devitt in kicking the downed Big E! JTG gets back to his feet, but Devitt and Edge are immediately on him, driving him into the corner where they lash out with an array of kicks, elbows, and punches. Edge and Devitt take JTG and toss him out of the ring. They turn around right into a double clothesline by Big E, sending the two Heyman Crew members over the rope and onto the outside of the ring!!!

{{JR}}
There we go Big E!!

Big E shouts, turning around, right into a…

{{JR}}
SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

Devitt and Edge are back on their feet, sending JTG into the steel steps!! They then enter the ring and pick Big E up, placing him atop Goldberg’s shoulders before the three hit another triple powerbomb!!



The Heyman Crew stands tall as Heyman checks on Kane, who is still down on the outside, before entering the ring and holding up the hands of The Heyman Crew!!

{{Cole}}
First Ryback, now Big E and JTG!! Paul Heyman said that this would be The Heyman Crew’s night, and he sure wasn’t joking around!!!

{{Cole}}
It’s him! It’s Brock Lesnar!!! He’s here!!



{{King}}
That sound brings chills down my spine. After what Brock did last week..

We are shown a quick replay of Brock Lesnar F-5ing Robbie E, Kenny King, and Stone Cold last week. We are then shown a replay of Lesnar almost F-5ing Stephanie McMahon, who was saved by Seth before Lesnar F-5ed him, and broke the arm of Stephanie’s personal friend, Dr. Steve.

{{JR}}
Brock Lesnar was not happy about having to compete last week.



{{Cole}}
Well I hope that Stephanie McMahon now knows to give Brock Lesnar what he wants, when he wants it!

{{King}}
Well tonight Sangriento is the one who has to worry about what Brock Lesnar wants, because it’s the high flyers mask!!



{{JR}}
Do you think that The Heyman Crew will get involved tonight?

{{Cole}}
Didn’t you hear Paul earlier JR? Brock Lesnar is Paul Heyman’s client. Kane is Paul Heyman’s client. But they are not a part of The Heyman Crew. Kane is a monster, and Brock well, is Brock Lesnar, you can’t expect for those two to work alongside anyone else. The only person that Brock Lesnar needs in his corner is Paul Heyman!!

{{JR}}
Well speaking of Paul Heyman, where is he?



Brock’s theme comes to a close as the face of Paul Heyman is shown. The cameraman seems to be looking in from an open door, as Heyman talks on the phone, unaware the XWL Universe can hear him.

{{Paul Heyman}}
I know, he took a lot more elbows then most men could take that match…...... Yes….. So he’s cleared to compete?...... You’re sure?... No Stephanie fired him…. I know….. Minor concussion? So he can’t wrestle then right? I’ll be able to call off the match?..... But you said….. Alright fine….. You better be right doc, if Brock Lesnar gets injured because his concussion was too serious to compete then I’ll have your head on a platter, this is Brock Lesnar we’re talking abo-

Heyman finally sees the cameraman.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Hey what the?.. Is that thing on?... What no, I’ll call you back.

Heyman hangs up the phone and charges after the cameraman and the screen goes black. Back in the ring Brock Lesnar is stomping his feet in frustration as the crowd cheers over the new news. Moments later Heyman enters, making his way to the ring with an embarrassed look. He enters the ring and begins to apologize to Lesnar but quickly exits the ring in fear as…



There’s a major pop when Sangriento’s theme hits and the masked man, ready to burst with the amount of energy he has packed into that tiny body, bursts onto the stage and does his signature dance on the stage that many children in the audience humorously try to emulate. He bounces up and down on his feet, hyped up beyond belief and moments later Don West strolls onto the stage and he gets an equally loud reaction from the people, who have been 100% behind The West Side Army once they stopped being a pain in the ass and especially after one of his clients, Sara Del Rey, put AJ Lee in her place earlier in the night. With a microphone in his hand and a smile on his face, West looks down the ramp at Heyman and chuckles softly before speaking.



{{Don West}}
So this is the huge secret you’ve been keeping under wraps since the big fight at Xtreme Xmas, huh? The fact that your client, Brawwwk Lesnar, got CREAMED by Sangriento! You tried to pretend like those elbows to the head didn’t even phase that big buffoon, but I knew, I just knew that there was more to the story than meets the eye, because I was there Heyman! I was right there at ringside watching in wide-eyed amazement as Sangriento nearly broke his freakin’ arm trying to put a dent in Brock’s skull! You tried to play it off like it was nothing, like Brock couldn’t be touched, like he couldn’t be hurt! Well Sangriento proved that he wasn’t this immortal monster and he damn sure isn’t invincible!



{{Don West}}
I was saying it all along, but now the whole world knows that every word that slips between these lips of mine is nothing but the truth! I speak cold-hard facts, baby! I said from day one, day one, that Brock Lesnar may be bigger, he may be stronger, he may have fought in the UFC, but all of that combined does not make him half the wrestler that Sangriento is! Sangriento has Brock’s number Paul, and you can rattle off his list of achievements ‘til the cows come home, pal, and when your wife steps through the front door she’ll whisper in your ear that you picked a fight and started a war that you. can’t. win!



{{Don West}}
Heh. I bet after Xtreme Xmas, Brock told you he had a headache and you shrugged it off as part of the job, just another ache and pain that a wrestler has to go through. When the headache didn’t go away will pills, when he couldn’t sleep the pain away, when Brock was starting to forget things and act a little strangely, never in your wildest dreams did you expect that he had a concussion? Do you know what that means? I’ll tell you what it means, Paul, it means that Sangriento left his mark! It means that you have no choice but to admit that he’s tougher than he looks and I sure do hope that Brock enjoyed the time he took off, because tonight he’s back on the front lines, tonight he’s back in the fire, my God tonight Brock Lesnar will be in for a world of hurt that will make what happened at Xtreme Xmas look like a G-rated chick flick!



{{Don West}}
I’ll tell you this much, Paul, when Sangriento steps into that ring he’s going to show no-mercy, he’s not going to hold anything back. Not after what you did to Ryback tonight, not after the hell you’ve put us all through for almost two whole months! Do you even know what you signed up for? Do you even know what you’re in store for? During my time in TNA I’ve seen careers nearly end, Paul! I’ve seen years shaved off a wrestler’s life with every fall he took right before my very eyes! The Ultimate X match isn’t for the faint of heart, there’s nothing to break these men’s falls! There only one way up, but plenty of ways to fall down and each and every one of them hurt.



{{Don West}}
Now I know, under normal circumstances The Ultimate X match has four or even eight men scrambling to grab that X, but these aren’t normal circumstances, not even in the slightest! I had to take a calculated risk; I had to take things to an extreme I wish they never had to go to because now it’s on Sangriento to put his body, his life, his mask on the line to not only win Ryback’s contract back so that he can come back where he belongs, but also so that the question of who the better man is can be put to rest once and for all.



{{Don West}}
You ever hear the old saying “the bigger they are, the harder they fall?” Well that saying is why I picked this match and it’s the reason why Sangriento has the advantage in it because there’s no doubt that he’ll take a nasty spill here and there since that the name of the game, but for each time he falls, Brock will too and it will feel twice as worse! And even I can admit the time for talking is over, and Sangriento was ready to bang some heads long before he found out about Brock’s little… condition, if you will. Let the games begin!

Sangriento races down the ramp, leaving his official promoter in his wake, ready to pounce Lesnar. Heyman is in the ring, checking on his client, but that’s not enough to deter Sangriento… in fact, having to go through Heyman to get his hands on Brock would make things even better. However, before such a beautiful sight could unfold live on pay per view, The Ref intervenes, cutting Sangriento off effectively keeping the opponents at a distance for the time-being. The crowd couldn’t be more disappointed; they want to see blood spilt! They want to see heads roll! They begin chanting, “Let them fight!” over and over and over again, getting louder each time, building up the anticipation and excitement as the seconds roll on!



{{JR}}
What a view of the X, just dangling there in the air and this helps you get a feel of just how high up it is.

{{Cole}}
I can’t wait to see Sangriento take a big fall from up there, it’s a memory that will no doubt stick with me for years to come.

{{King}}
I expect to see a lot of nasty looking falls throughout this match, and the amount of times Brock and Sangriento are able to get up will determine who’s able to win this match.

{{JR}}
With the knowledge we have of the two combatants’ respective injuries, scaling those ropes to grab that X will be that much more dangerous.

{{Cole}}
Who does that cameraman think he is revealing Brock’s concussion like that? It had nothing to do with anything!

{{King}}
Well I personally loved it, and now Sangriento has something to target to boost his chance to win the match.

{{JR}}
But we can’t assume that Sangriento’s arm is fully healed just because he doesn’t have the tape on it.

{{Cole}}
It’s not like Brock will have any trouble breaking it again and it’ll be just as easy this time because there won’t be any rules to stop him.

{{King}}
That’s what worries me the most, the fact that Brock can do anything he want to Sangriento, short of killing him, and there’s nothing the ref can do to stop him.

{{JR}}
The Ref is just there to hold up the hand of the winner and nothing else. These men have the reigns to take each other to hell and back without repercussions.

As soon as the bell rings, Sangriento races over to the turnbuckle hoping to utilize his speed to end this match seconds after it begins. Heyman barks out orders to Brock to get after the masked speed demon, but the beast didn’t have to be told that. He takes long, purposeful strides to the corner only to fall right into Sangriento’s trap who quickly hops off the turnbuckles onto the apron where he kicks the incoming Brock right in the face. The kick is right on the mark but it doesn’t even faze the freak of nature who just shakes it off.

{{JR}}
It’s like Brock didn’t even feel the kick!

{{Cole}}
That’s because Brock may have well have been kicked by a little boy!

{{King}}
Come on now, Cole, you have to give Sangriento more credit than that.

Brock wraps his huge hands around Sangriento’s neck ready to unleash some pain, though the gears turning in Sangriento’s head must be working at a higher level because almost immediately Sangriento leaps off the apron, a move that forcefully presses Brock’s neck onto the top rope and launches him into the air! Brock lands on his back but quickly rolls back onto his feet at the same time Sangriento climbs back onto the apron. Brock swings his massive paw at Sangriento’s head with decapitating ferocity and misses as Sangriento ducks under then drives his shoulder into Brock’s gut, doubling him over. Sangriento backs away from Lesnar whose head is poking out of the ring, then he charges preparing to deliver a deadly knee strike but he’s left with nothing to hit when Brock pulls his head out of harm’s way.



West screams out, “That’s right, Sangriento, knock that Neanderthal out cold!” Sangriento readies himself on the apron, then when Lesnar reaches striking distance, the masked man leaps into the air when suddenly Brock lunges at him, coving a scary amount of distance with one step, and hits a forearm that causes Sangriento to take a nasty spill to the outside of the ring. The crowd boos as Brock takes a moment to do his signature bounce from side to side with a big smile on his face while Heyman shouts at the top of his lungs, “Where’s your hero now?” Replays show that in the heat of the moment, Sangriento used his bad right arm to try and break his fall, and as we cut back to real time, he’s holding his left shoulder as he gets back to his feet.

{{JR}}
We say it every single time that we see Lesnar in action, but it just isn’t fair that someone his size is able to move as quickly as he does.

{{Cole}}
And that’s why it blows my mind that anyone could think that Sangriento stands a chance. We’re in the opening stages of the match and he’s already hurt.

{{King}}
That answers the question of if Sangriento’s arm is fully healed, but this has to be something he planned for and found a way to work around.

Lesnar rolls out of the ring, done giving his prey unneeded time to catch his breath, and the smile from his face disappears in an instant and is replaced by a scowl accompanied by an intense and focused stare. It’s an insult to him that someone like Sangriento has been able to keep up with him and survive for so long, but tonight he has a chance to right that wrong, and then some. Lesnar walks over to Sangriento then kicks him in the gut, exposing his adversary’s back with a closed fisted pound that drops Sangriento to his knees. Brock places his hand under Sangriento’s chin, forcing the smaller man to look his judge, jury and executioner in the eyes as he barks out, “I could rip this mask off right now!”

{{JR}}
Brock could indeed take the mask of Sangriento’s head if he wanted to, but that would make the match pointless.

{{Cole}}
This match was pointless from the beginning! Brock shouldn’t be wasting his time with the likes of Sangriento. He should be in the main event like the star that he is.

{{King}}
Besides, I’m sure unmasking Sangriento would be a little sweeter if he wins the match no one expected him to.

{{JR}}
Now I wouldn’t go that far, King. This may be the first time Brock is participating in a match like this, but…

{{Cole}}
But he’s one of the greatest athletes to ever lace up a boots, and if Brock Lesnar has to fly to snatch that X out of the air, then that’s exactly what he’ll do because he’s that damn good.

{{King}}
Thank you for the input, Cole, I’m sure that’s exactly what JR was going to say and I guess we don’t really need him around since we’ve got you.

Lesnar would no doubt love it if Sangriento wasn’t around anymore and tonight’s his golden opportunity to wipe this little pain in the ass off the face of this planet. After Brock screams in Sangriento’s face he pushes the man to the ground then delivers a rib-shattering kick to the side. Sangriento rolls onto his back and from that position he begins scooting away from Lesnar, who takes slow, sadistic steps towards the man whose career he’s ready to end. Lesnar steps on Sangriento’s ankle, holding him in place then steps off the ground, putting all his body weight on that ankle! A few more seconds of this torture and the bone will shatter from the pressure on it!

{{JR}}
The key to neutralizing a high-flyers speed and quickness is going after his legs and Lesnar knows just that. Even so, this is a little hard to watch, you can almost hear Sangriento’s bones straining to remain in one piece.

{{Cole}}
Yeah, hard to watch if you’re a Sangriento fan maybe, but I’m loving every moment of this! Press harder, Brock! Harder!

{{King}}
You’re sick, Cole, and absolutely pathetic to wish this kind of physical torture on another human being.

Desperately, Sangriento reaches behind him for something that can possibly get him out of this predicament and a soft clang is heard when his knuckles hit the steel stairs. Thinking quickly, Sangriento takes his free leg and stomps on Lesnar’s tree trunk sized thighs immediately causing the big man to lose his balance and Sangriento helps him out by grapping the front of Lesnar’s trunks, which sends Lesnar into a head-first dive with nothing to break is fall but the steel stairs! With a sickening bang, Lesnar’s head bounces off the stairs and you can see the light disappear from his eyes just before he drops to the ground in a heap. Sangriento rolls off his back onto his knees where he rests his injured arm on a step then opens and closes his fist.



Heyman comes around to check on his client but Sangriento rising to his feet puts a damper in those plans. Frozen in place, Heyman holds up his hands to defend himself from any incoming a attacks and the crowd breaks out into a chant of “knock him out” to show their support for the idea of Heyman finally getting his comeuppance. However, Sangriento knows he has bigger fish to fry because someone like Brock, who’s beginning to stir on the ground, demands his undivided attention and can’t allow Heyman to get in his head and effectively distract him. The crowd groans collectively as Heyman escapes from danger unharmed, but the night is still young.

{{JR}}
That son of a bitch Heyman… he’s already trying to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong! One day he’s going to get what’s coming to him.

{{Cole}}
Look at you being so quick to call conspiracy. Heyman was just checking on his client to make sure that Sangriento didn’t recklessly injure him again.

{{King}}
Oh please, he didn’t seem too concerned at Xtreme Xmas. And I would say he should stay out of the way, but I wouldn’t really mind seeing him caught in the crosshairs.

Sangriento pounds away on Lesnar’s back as the beast incarnate works his way back to his feet the he quickly lifts Sangriento over his shoulder then viciously drives him back-first into the barricade! Sangriento keeps bounding away on Lesnar’s broad back, but the blows are having little to no effect as Lesnar hoists Sangriento back into the air and he’s about to slam Sangriento again, but this time the masked man uses his legs to prevent another spine-snapping impact from occurring, then pushes off the barricade while wrapping his arm around Lesnar’s neck looking to plant his skull onto the thin padding with a DDT, but Lesnar manages to stop the impact at the last possible second, then he simply tosses Sangriento over his head, in a back body drop of sorts, letting him free-fall onto the barricade!

{{JR}}
My goodness, Lesnar just threw Sangriento into the air like he weighed nothing and the sickening way he landed on the barricade…

{{Cole}}
This is the power we’ve been talking about! You can be faster than a speeding bullet, but that means nothing when someone like Lesnar only needs to hit you once to keep you down for the count.

{{King}}
Sangriento has shown that he can take a hit and dish ‘em out, but I will admit that things aren’t looking too good for him right now.

Sangriento has fallen over onto the crowd’s side of the barricade and Brock reaches over to fish him out when Heyman calls out for him to forget about Sangriento and grab the X while he has the opening. Brock doesn’t seem happy to have his fun cut short, but the entertainment will be limitless when he wins the right to remove the mask from Sangriento’s head live on pay-per-view in front of the tens of thousands packed into the arena, and the hundreds of thousands watching from the comfort of their living rooms or an illegal stream. Brock takes an almost longing look back at the barricade his foe is lying lifelessly behind, fantasies of delivering immense punishment playing in his head, but forces himself to look away and walk casually up the steel stairs as though he had all the time in the world.

{{JR}}
Would you look at this arrogant s.o.b. It’s no wonder that these people are practically booing him out of the building!

{{Cole}}
These people need to show a little respect and stop pretending that they didn’t buy tickets to come here and watch Brock kick some ass!

{{King}}
I think it’s more likely that they came in support of Sangriento, if the amount of masks in the arena are any indication of whose side they’re on.

The fans are indeed giving Lesnar an earful, chanting that he sucks as he cockily bounces from side to side on the apron. Heyman at least realizes that time is of the essence and tells Brock to get a move on while West peers over the barricade to make sure that his own client even has it in him to continue the match. West jumps back as Sangriento climbs over the barricade and quickly grabs at Lesnar’s leg preventing him from going anywhere. Heyman literraly face-palms, believing Brock could have had this match won had he took his opponent a little more seriously. He need not worry as Brock shakes Sangriento off with ease then makes his way over to the turnbuckle where he begins the climb to the top. Sangriento quickly climbs up after him and the two men begin exchanging blows until Lesnar wins the duel with a huge headbutt that makes Sangriento stagger back onto the apron and it blow stuns him so badly that he trips over his feet.



Brock uses the metal beam behind him to upright himself, then he reaches up with both arms to grabs the ropes, but just before he can wrap his hands around the taut wires, Sangriento springboards off the top rope causing Lesnar to lose his grip and drop down on his family jewels! Sangriento does a roll to enter the ring in style, then he races over to where Brock is perched on the top, bounces off the top rope and hits Brock with the lo mein pain! The two men go flipping into the ring after the big avalanche moonsault side slam and the crowd begins chanting Sangriento’s name as he works his way to his feet. As Brock sits up, Sangriento races over to the ropes picking up a head of steam just before nailing Brock in the side of the skull with a single-leg dropkick.

{{JR}}
What an amazing move from the top rope! Sangriento’s pulling out all the stops and with that kick to the head it doesn’t look like he cares if Brock doesn’t remember what happens to him tonight.

{{Cole}}
What a coward, he could end Brock’s career with moves to the head like that but no, all he cares about is that stupid mask and getting that stupid Ryback back into the stupid West Side Army.

{{King}}
I would love to see if you would actually have the guts to call Ryback stupid to his face, but I think we all know that you’d much rather act like a tough guy from behind the announce table.

Refusing to stay down, Brock is already half way to his feet and Sangriento meets him there with a spinning kick to the gut then follows that up with a standing bicycle kick to the face that knocks Lesnar up right. Sangriento continues the offensive flurry with several forearm shots to the face that makes Brock stumble backwards into the corner. Sangriento races to the other side of the ring, then turns around and runs right into the brick wall that is Lesnar! Brock stands there in the middle of the ring just towering over the masked man then he reaches down to grab him, but Sangriento quickly ducks between his legs.

{{JR}}
I can’t even imagine what running into someone built like Brock Lesnar must feel like.

{{Cole}}
It probably feels like you’ve run into an obstacle you can’t overcome.

{{King}}
Well if he wants to keep his mask on and get Ryback to be a member of the group again, Sangriento will have to find a way to get past this roadblock.

Brock turns around and grabs Sangriento’s leg before he can scamper off too far and hangs onto it while Sangriento stands on his other leg. Brock chuckles as Sangriento throws punches in vain, but his arms are too short for this boxing match. Wizening up, Sangriento goes for an enzuigiri and misses as Lesnar ducks under it, but ever determined, Sangriento goes for the RVD-styles reverse kick that Lesnar ducks under too. Sangriento, falls onto his back where he finds himself vulnerable and unable to stop Lesnar from grabbing his other leg and catapulting him into the corner. Like a cat, Sangriento lands safely on his feet right on the middle ropes, but he doesn’t stay there for long, leaping to the top as he prepares to risk it all…



Sangriento leaps off with a crossbody throwing all caution to the wind and is caught! Lesnar immediately drops Sangriento onto his knee with a backbreaker then hangs onto him and begins marching around the ring mocking Ryback and it would be impossible to hear yourself think if you were in the arena because the boos have reached a near deafening intensity. Heyman yells out mockingly to West that this is as close to Ryback as he gets, while West simply ignores him, his concern for his client overriding any desire to get at Heyman with a witty retort. Brock raises Sangriento into the air then drives him onto his knee for the second time in a row now and it’s clear by now that he’s looking for the trifecta!

{{JR}}
The arm at Xtreme Xmas, the leg earlier in the match and now the midsection… it would seem as though Lesnar wants to make sure Sangriento ends up in a full body cast.

{{Cole}}
And would you look at him? He’s having a blast delivering this kind of pain and punishment! This is like a game to him!

{{King}}
Yeah and he sure is having a blast playing that game, but it’s clear by the look on his face that West isn’t having as much fun watching this.

Realizing that he’s now in some serious danger and with no other course of action to take, Sangriento recreates the disturbing scene from Xtreme Xmas by throwing some elbows that hit Brock on the side of his head. Unfortunately for him, the blows are coming from his inured right arm diminishing their effectiveness which allowes Brock to eat a couple shots then nearly break Sangriento in half with a third backbreaker before performing a fallaway slam, tossing Sangriento overhead with reckless abandon! As Sangriento lands with a thud on the mat, Brock just sits there with a demented grin on his face. Brock gets up, his focus now on the X. Climbing to the top, Brock reaches up to grab the ropes, then begins making his way over to the X! The crowd begins to get worried, their boos intensifying in direct proportion to Lesnar’s shrinking distance from the X and they all let out a sigh of relief when Sangriento plays some tough defense by grabbing onto Lesnar’s leg.



That action would have been enough to stop the forward progress of a normal man, but whoever said that all men were created equal could have never expected that someone like Brock Lesnar would be allowed to walk this earth. Even as Sangriento pulls onto his leg, Brock continues making his way over to the X until his finally halted in his tracks when Sangriento jumps up into the air and wraps his arms and legs around Brock’s leg! Brock is carrying Sangriento’s entire body-weight yet is somehow still able to shimmy along the ropes! Brock is getting dangerously close now, and Sangriento starts bouncing him up and down causing the intersecting ropes above the ring to shake and Brock is now struggling to hang on. Heyman is screaming at Brock to hang on while West is encouraging Sangriento to not give up. Brock finally loses his balance and the two men go drop to the mat in one big heap of flesh and bones.

{{JR}}
Just when you think you’ve seen it all, Brock does something like that and you can’t help but be impressed no matter how you feel about him as a person.

{{Cole}}
I’m glad you’re not letting your bias blind you as usual so that you can see clearly just how great Lesnar is.

{{King}}
No one will ever deny Brock’s ability; it’s his attitude that rubs us the wrong way. Luckily Sangriento was able to stop him there because he was dangerously close to grabbing that X and winning the match!

The two men get to their feet at the same time, hurting but not ready to call it quits. Sangriento kicks Brock on the side of the leg causing him to limp around the ring while Sangriento hounds him with those leg kicks. Brock leans against the ropes leaving himself open for one more kick behind the knee that’s delivered with such force even from the smaller man, that Brock is knocked off his feet and awkwardly lands on the back of his head and even the crowd can be heard gasping at that fall a rare, show of concern for a man that they absolutely loathe. West is instructing Sangriento not to ease up on the attack or give Brock a chance to breathe, so the masked man grabs the middle rope and begins stomping away at the mountain of a man that is Brock looking to do as much damage to this behemoth while he has the chance.

{{JR}}
This is the side of Sangriento we need to see more often: ruthless, vicious, merciless, he needs to take it to Brock.

{{Cole}}
Sure he’s having his moment now, but there’s no way he can hit Brock so hard that he’ll have enough time to climb across those ropes and grab that X.

{{King}}
Are you serious, Cole? Wait, I think we all know the answer to that. But you can’t be looking at what’s going on right now and still swear that Brock has a hundred percent chance to win.

Despite the plethora of boots raining down on him, Lesnar is enduring them all as he works his way back to a standing base. Realizing that it’s time for a new plan, Sangriento races to the other side of the ring and we never get to see what attack he’s going for as Brock lifts him over his head and Sangriento drops onto the ground outside the ring! Brock leaves the ring and as Sangriento gets up Brock charges and just uses his entire body as a weapon, flooring the 160 pounder with a shoulder block. Heyman screams out at Brock to finish Sangriento off now and the big man then walks over to the time keeper’s area shoves some poor guy off his seat and grabs his chair. Lesnar bangs the weapon on the ground a couple of times as Sangriento slowly rises, then he takes a massive swing and hits the ring post! Lesnar cries out in pain as he drops his the chair, as Sangriento escapes into the ring and takes a running start. Heyman shouts, “Watch out!”



Heyman’s warning comes a little too late as Sangreinto comes spinning over the top rope taking Lesnar down! No! Lesnar ducks under and Sangriento lands hard on the ground then rolls into the announce table. Lesnar wags his finger as Heyman shouts out, “Not this time!” Lesnar climbs up onto the apron and then to the top rope, and with Sangriento out of action for the time being, there’s no one to stop the cage-fighting carnivore, from grabbing onto the overhead ropes, to make his way across the ring. Sangriento begins to stir while the crowd chants his name, hoping their support can give him a second wind, but he must be on his third or fourth wind by now. West repeats, “Come on, buddy, you can do this; the match isn’t over yet!” Slowly but surely, Sangriento rises, stumbles over to the ring and starts climbing onto the apron. Heyman screams, “Hurry, Brock! Hurry!” Sangriento springboard off the ropes and nails Brock right in the gut with a front dropkick!



The move successfully knocks Brock to the ground while Sangriento kips back up to his feet eliciting a big pop from the crowd. Sangriento charges forward and dropkicks a standing Brock on the knee cap, dropping him down to one knee, then the masked man races to the ropes, bounces off and nails Brock with a spike hurricanrana! Sangriento staggers over to the corner and makes his way to the top and with thoughts of putting Brock away once and for all filling his head, he leaps off, twirling in the air with the infrared but nobody’s home! Sangriento lands on his back pretty hard, but he’s quickly on his feet, stumbling to the other side of the ring. Brock charges across the ring and drives his shoulder into Sangriento’s gut with as much force as he can muster. Brock then takes Sangriento and throws him shoulder first into the ring post! Eager to win the match, Lesnar begins climbing up right then and there, forcing Sangriento to suck up the throbbing pain in his right arm in order to put himself in a position where he can stop Brock.



However it looks like Brock is merely returning the favor from earlier in the match because this time around it would appear he had to intentions to nab the X. Instead he has lured Sangriento onto the apron, and it’s from here that Brock deadlifts him into the air through the use of his inhuman strength and holds Sangriento up in the air for several seconds, letting the blood rush to his head. Giving his opponent time to think doesn’t do Brock any favors, because Sangriento is able to wiggle out of his grasp and land behind him where he quickly pulls out Brocks leg out from under him, using his good left arm and Brock hits his head on the not-so-soft turnbuckle pad before crumbling to the mat.

{{JR}}
Even though Brock’s attempt at the X that time was merely a ploy to sucker Sangriento in for that suplex, I’ve noticed that Sangriento has yet to make a serious go at the X himself.

{{Cole}}
That’s because he knows deep down inside, like the rest of us smarter wrestling fans, that he doesn’t really stand a chance so it makes sense that he wouldn’t even bother.

{{King}}
As usual, I think you’re way off the mark, Cole. I think it’s more that Sangriento is letting Brock take all the risks while he bides his time waiting for the right moment.

{{JR}}
I feel the same way, King. This may be both of these men’s first go in this Ultimate X match, but Sangriento is wrestling it like a pro.

{{Cole}}
Leave it to you guys to overthink something just to make yourselves feel better that the guy you want to win isn’t getting the job done.

{{King}}
Believe what you want, King, but I’m calling it like I see it, and what I’m seeing a lot of right now is Sangriento making his defense double as his offense tonight.

Sangriento pounds the mat with his left arm while crawling over to the other side of the ring and soon the members of the audience begin to catch on and the thousands in attendance begin clapping along. Sangriento pulls himself to his feet and watches as a wobbly-kneed Brock does the same across the ring while also shaking his head, trying to get the pain and cloudiness to subside. Sangriento charges across the ring, steps off Brock’s back with one leg and kicks him on the back of the head with the other before rolling back into the ring. Brock staggers out of the corner and Sangriento pushes him back against the ropes before attempting to launch him towards the other side of the ring, but Brock reverses it and sends Sangriento racing towards the other side of the ring instead. Brock telegraphs the back body drop, likely do to all the shots to the head he’s taken and Sangriento rolls off his back. Brock turns around and throws a wild clothesline that Sangriento falls backwards to avoid.



Sangriento kips up to he’s feet throws out a wild roundhouse kick that Brock ducks under and before Sangriento can go for the second kick like he typically does, Brock lunges at him and nails with a back elbow to the face. Sangriento stumbles backwards into the ropes and Brock catches him off the rebound with a vicious kitchen sink. Sangriento flips over Lesnar’s knee, now sitting there holding his gut but Lesnar gives him a different body part to worry about when he charges forward and connects with a shoot kick to Sangriento’s wide open back. Heyman screams out that he wants Brock to “break that pathetic man in half” but this is Brock Lesnar we’re talking about, ripping people apart and leaving their remains for the vultures is what he does better than anyone else in the world. He walks over to Sangriento who’s groaning in pain on the ground, and drags his thumb across his throat.

{{JR}}
That wasn’t even directed toward men and I have chills down my spine.

{{Cole}}
If you keep trying to ruin Brock’s reputation maybe the next one will be for you.

{{King}}
Being a brown-noser doesn’t make you Brock’s favorite person. Maybe you should watch out too.

Back in firm control of the match, Brock has once again drawn the ire of the crowd as he squats down and grabs Sangriento’s leg…he’s going for the Brock Lock! West realizes this and urges Sangriento to fight and find a way out of the predicament. Brock is trying to get Sangriento onto his stomach, but Sangriento reaches behind him to grab the bottom rope with both hands, then he uses his free leg to kick Brock smack-dab in the face once, twice, three times and finally Brock lets go. Sangriento has targeted that head every time the two have faced off, and it has continued to pay off for him, though one has to wonder how much longer he can get away with it. Sangriento quickly stands before Lesnar can go for the submission again and makes the mistake of running right at him and Lesnar makes him pay with a brutal spinebuster.

{{JR}}
Surprisingly, Lesnar has been able to neutralize the speed of Sangriento rather effectively in this bout.

{{Cole}}
And without that fabled speed of his, what exactly does Sangriento have left? Don’t even bother answering because we all know that the answer is a big fat nothing!

{{King}}
Sangriento didn’t get to where he by being a one-trick pony. He has to have others up his sleeve because he knew what he was getting into tonight.

Brock pulls Sangriento to his feet then takes him by his right arm. Sangriento can barely stand but such a fact is of no concern to the big man. Lesnar jerks Sangriento towards him then drives his shoulder forcefully into Sangriento’s shoulder knocking the masked man to the ground. That’s just the beginning of the onslaught. Brock is still holding on to that arm and pulls Sangriento up once again and drives that shoulder into him for the second time. For the third time Sangriento is being forced to stand against his will, but this time he sidesteps the shoulder block, spinning Brock around in the process. Sangriento goes for a tornado kick and misses as Brock ducks under and before Sangriento can resort to plan b he gets clobbered with a monstrous right to the head that damn near knocks him out cold. Brock walks over to the corner and begins making his way up, but he’s intercepted by Sangriento and now both men find themselves in a precarious position.



Sangriento tries to wow the crowd by going for a superplex, but he just doesn’t have it in him at this stage in the match to power Brock up and over. Sangriento takes Brock by the head and bashes it repeatedly into the steel pole behind the ring post until Brock is able to push him off the top but Sangriento rolls backwards and onto his feet. Sangriento races over to the corner, jumps and nails Brock right on the side of the head with the tornado kick! Sangriento rolls onto the apron, then springboards and grabs onto the overhead cables! He begins shuffling along, but made the crucial mistake of thinking he had seen the last of Brock! Brock uprights himself on the turnbuckles, leaps into the air and spears Sangriento out of the air! Everybody in the arena gets to their feet and begins chanting “Holy shit!” as slow motion replays show Brock’s incredible leap and the painful impact he made with Sangriento’s back!

{{JR}}
For the love of God, how can either man get up after that?

{{Cole}}
I love it! Just when you think Brock is done, he comes back even deadlier than before!

{{King}}
You don’t see Sangriento make many mistakes and that one may have cost him.

Both men are seemingly down for the count, but there’s only one way for this match to end and the X is still hanging several feet above the ring. After the crowd dies down from the excitement of seeing such a move, they take in the scene in front of them and it hits them that things aren’t looking good for Sangriento right now. Brock begins to stir first, which is the last thing the people wanted to see and their boos are a testament to that. But boos aren’t going to stop Brock from getting up and once he’s up he staggers over to the turnbuckle and is about to climb up, until he turns around and sees Sangriento on his hands and knees. Brock shakes his head as he walks over to deliver a big kick to the side that knocks Sangriento onto his back. Brock shouts stay down as he kicks Sangriento a second time.



Brock walks away and peers at the crowd who are in the middle of serenading him with a chant of “you suck!” He turns around to see Sangriento on his knees looking right at him and seconds later he flips him off! Brock’s face turns red with fury and he charges at Sangriento who suddenly pops up to his feet and takes Brock down with a drop toe hold! Brock ends up draped on the middle rope and Sangriento climbs onto his back and begins pushing down on Lesnar while pulling up on the top rope. After he’s done biding his time, Sangriento hops off Lesnar’s back and races over to the other side of the ring comes right back over to Brock and nails him with the 619!

{{JR}}
What a big move! It was just what the doctor ordered after that nasty fall earlier.

{{Cole}}
You can’t just go around stealing other people’s finishing moves like that! Someone needs to do something about this!

{{King}}
I’m sure Rey doesn’t mind a fellow Mexican masked wrestler borrowing one of his moves.

Brock staggers backwards from the impact while Sangriento takes a moment to catch his breath. He shakes his right arm to get the blood circulating then he spots Brock getting back to his feet he primes himself for the springboard. Sangriento does a flip in the air before landing right on Brock’s shoulders. He leans back to finish off the dragonrana but can’t pull it off when Brock powers him back onto his shoulders! Brock is moments away from delivering a powerbomb that Sangriento may not be able to get back up from and Sangriento begins pounding away on Lesnar’s head until the bigger man loosens his grip on him. Sangriento then begins standing on Brock’s shoulders, then reaches up and grabs the overhead cables! Sangriento makes a scramble for the X but he doesn’t get far as Brock pull him down onto his shoulders!



Brock is about the deliver the fatal shot but Sangriento is about to go down without a fight. In a flashback to Xtreme Xmas, Sangriento begins driving his elbow into the side of Lesnar’s skull and the beast incarnate wants none of that this time around tosses Sangriento off his shoulders. Sangriento ducks under a clothesline as he dashes to the opposite side of the ring where he springboards off the middle rope looking to hit the cutter, but Brock pushes him off before Sangriento can hit the move. Sangriento goes for a punch that’s blocked and Brock locks in the Kimura! Sangriento tries to remain on his feet but Brock is nearly twice is weight and eventually he gets wrestled down to the ground.

{{JR}}
Oh no, Brock finally got the Kimura locked in and we all saw how long it took Sangriento to recover from it last time.

{{Cole}}
And even then he still wasn’t 100% coming in to this match. It’s only going to get worse from here on out.

{{King}}
There’s no doubt in my mind that Brock is going to be looking to break that arm.

Brock violently jerks that right arm of Sangriento every which way and after what feels like forever in the hold Sangriento eventually begins to tap out! Brock doesn’t look like he’s ever going to let go, but Heyman reminds him that he needs to get the X so that the mask can come off. Reluctantly, Lesnar relinquishes his grip on Sangriento’s arm and walks over to the nearest corner while Sangriento crawls to the other side of the ring on one arm. Brock reaches above him to grab the cables, then begins moving hand over hand while dangling above the ring. He’s nearing the X and must feel like he this match is in the bag, but little did he know what Sangriento is in pursuit.



If Brock reaches out right now, he could no doubt get his hand on the X, but a kick to the gut from Sangriento makes such a task easier said than done. Lesnar kicks back but misses and Sangriento uses both of his legs to kick Lesnar square in the chest causing him to lose his balance and take the plunge. Sangriento can’t get his legs wrapped back around the cable and also can’t support his body weight with only one good arm so soon after the Kimura and he has no choice but to let go, though he lands feet-first on the mat. Sangriento drops to his knees, wincing under the mask as he clutches his right arm tightly, but Brock is already working his way back up forcing Sangriento to grit his teeth and fight through the pain. Sangriento gets a running start and locks in the flying dragon!

{{JR}}
This is smart of Sangriento to utilize a move where his legs are doing a bulk of the damage.

{{Cole}}
This is a choke hold, isn’t it? Sangriento can’t do this!

{{King}}
He can and he is, and Brock Lesnar is already feeling the effects.

Squeezing his legs as tightly with as much force as he can muster, Sangriento is making it increasingly harder for Lesnar to breath. Brock stumbles around the ring trying to get out of it, but all the moving is only making the predicament worse and the people in attendance, cheering Sangriento on, all watch as Brock begins to fade away right before their very eyes. He falls down to a knee, then falls to both before finally slumping forward. Sangriento pays brock back from earlier, refusing end the submission, instead rocking back and forth while Brock remains limp in his clutches. Seconds later Sangriento breaks the hold, and Brock just lays there motionless on the mat. West screams out that this is Sangriento’s moment while Heyman goes into a panic on the outside of the ring.

{{JR}}
Sangriento has never had a bigger window of opportunity in this match. Win this match for Ryback! Win it to keep your mask!

{{Cole}}
No! Wake up, Brock! Don’t let this clown pull a fast one over you!

{{King}}
Sangriento must have been saving that move for when things were looking bleak now—Heyman just took may water!

Heyman dashes over to the ring with the water bottle in his hand and tosses it in Brock’s face! Brock slowly begins to come to, while Sangriento struggles to make his way across the ring. Heyman is practically screaming in Brock’s ear, begging him to get up and finally the big man begins to show some signs of life as he uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He staggers over to the middle of the ring where Sangriento is hanging, pulls him off the ropes and onto his shoulders, then launches him into the corner with a sick powerbomb!



Enraged that this match has taken so long, Brock begins stomping away at Sangriento’s carcass, then reaches down and tries to rip off the mask, but Heyman cries out that he needs to win the match first and in his anger, Brock instead removes Sangriento’s shirt and throws it at him. Brock then takes throws him out of the ring leaving him alone inside of it. Brock begins to climb the corner, when Heyman calls out to him while struggling to pull something from out of the ring. Brock goes out to help him and ends up pulling out a ladder! West shouts out that Brock can’t use that and Heyman shouts in response for West to show him where it says that in the rule book.

{{JR}}
Leave it to Paul Heyman to find a way to undermine the rules of the match.

{{Cole}}
He has a point, show him where it says that can’t do that. Show him!

{{King}}
Of course it isn’t against the rules, but it sure is a great way to spoil a fine match.

By now Brock has the ladder set up in the ring and the crowd is being driven insane by their immense hatred of his man as he’s moments away from securing victory by using a shortcut. Brock is a few rungs shy of being high enough to get his hands on the X but before he can get any closer, Sangriento slides into the ring with the chair Lesnar brought into play earlier in the match and whacks him on the back with it again! Did Brock even feel that! Brock reaches up for the X and again Sangriento hits him with the chair a second time then a third time, then a fourth and then a fifth! Brock cries out in pain and slumps over the top of the ladder, as the sudden tightness in his back brought about by the chair-strikes are making hard for him to straigten up and each above him. With Brock finally focused on the pain instead of the X, Sangriento drops the chair freeing up both of his hands so that he can tip the ladder over and Lesnar ends up straddling the top rope!

{{JR}}
Not that I don’t feel a little sympathy for any man who ends up in a position like that, but Brock Lesnar is a hard man to feel sorry for.

{{Cole}}
Here we go again with your unnecessary hate, your unprofessional bias and your need to wish the worst on someone you don’t like.

{{King}}
Hey, Lesnar brought both of those weapons into play. It’s not our fault it came back to bite him on the rear end.

The crowd pops, disturbingly delighted at the incredible pain Lesnar must be feeling at the moment. Meanwhile, Sangriento moves the ladder, originally leaning on the top rope, out of the way then sets up the dented chair near the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes, steps off the chair boosting himself high enough to get onto Brock’s shoulders to hit a hurricanrana to the outside of the ring! There’s not a single person still sitting in their seat now, and nearly every in screaming out at the top of their lungs, “That was awesome!” accompanying that with a series of slaps. Sangriento managed to hang on to the middle rope with his left arm, and after taking a few moments to collect himself, he leaps off the apron with a shooting star press and lands right on top of Brock! Sangriento gets back onto the apron, then immediately on the ropes and this time around he takes a different approach to getting across to the X.



He climbs just up above the cables and just beneath the top of the steel structure where he begins tightrope walking across the cables! Holding onto the steel bars above him with his left arm and using his injured right arm to help stay balanced, Sangriento takes careful steps knowing, just like everyone in the arena, that a fall from this height could spell the end for him. The people in the arena watch with baited breath as Sangriento closes the distance on the ever elusive X. Brock has yet to move on the outside of the ring and Heyman watches helplessly, and West enthusiastically, as Sangriento drops down right on the X. With one healthy arm, Sangriento is struggling a little bit and the people are starting to fear that Lesnar will somehow recover and stop him though they have nothing to worry about as Sangriento successfully unhooks the X!





When Sangriento’s theme hits, the force of the cheers nearly blow the roof off the arena as they were gale force winds as they couldn’t be more elated that Sangriento has won Ryback’s contract back and the right to keep his mask on. Sangriento drops down to the mat, tired and in pain but more importantly, victorious and West joins him in the ring to celebrate, but before Sangriento even has a chance to get to his feet to celebrate his is hit in the temple with a knee from Brock Lesnar!!!

{{King}}
Oh come on! Talk about a sore loser!!

Lesnar goes for another attack but is cut off by West who causes Lesnar to take a few steps back in surprise until he realizes who it is… then he chuckles. The crowd is begging West to get out of the way, but he boldly, or stupidly depending on how you look at it, puffs out his chest and screams out, “I may be afraid, but I’m not a coward! I won’t let you lay another finger on my—” Lesnar punches West in the face!!! While the boos continue, Lesnar rolls Sangriento over and mounts him, delivering an array of punches!!

{{King}}
Look at those punches from the former UFC Champion!

Lesnar then locks on the Kimura!!!

{{King}}
Oh no!! Not this again!!

Heyman is in the ring now as West looks on in horror, still on the floor after that punch!! Heyman walks right up to Sangriento, smiles down at Don West, then unmasks him right there!!!!

{{King}}
Oh my!! It’s Amazing Red!!! I thought he was suspended and never coming back!!

The crowd begins a “RED! RED! RED! RED!” chant as Heyman throws the mask at West. Lesnar looks like he is about to break Amazing Red’s arm when…



The crowd goes wild as The Ryback walks out onto the stage!!! Brock Lesnar lets Amazing Red go and gets to his feet, daring The Human Wrecking Ball to test his luck against the former UFC Champion. The Ryback smiles, as if saying “I’m smarter than that” and looks behind him. The crowd goes wild as Big E appears!! The two behemoths charge towards the ring!! The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Brock awaits the two in the ring. But the buzz soon turns to boos as Lesnar and Heyman quickly exit as the two behemoths enter.

{{Cole}}
Paul Heyman’s clients don’t fight for free!!

Heyman holds his client back, leading him up the ramp as The Ryback and Big E check on Amazing Red. Don West finally gets up and embraces The Ryback!!

{{King}}
Finally, thanks to Amazing Red, The Ryback is back with The West Side Army!!!

Big E helps Amazing Red to his feet and the four men begin to chant “FEED ME MORE” along with the crowd!!



The crowd falls silent, and everyone freezes as Stephanie’s theme pierces through the happiness and when she steps through the curtain all eyes are on her from Paul Heyman and Brock Lesnar on the stage to Don West, Amazing Red, Ryback and Big E in the ring.

{{Stephanie}}
You two never cease to amaze me when it comes to the lengths that you two will go to just to get an advantage over the other no matter how small it is. In case you forgot, Hulk Hogan and Vickie Guerrero aren’t in charge anymore which means that while it may have been cool for superstars without a contract to run wild before, and if the situation with Brad Maddox didn’t make it clear enough, that type of stuff will not be tolerated with a McMahon in charge. Red was suspended, Don, and you didn’t have the patience to wait it out so Red’s original contract was terminated when I came into power because I saw no point in keeping someone who was never around on the pay roll. And since Sangriento is apparently no more, I will not allow Red to continue wrestling with a contract that was signed under false pretenses. In other words, Red, Sangriento, whatever the hell name you want to be called now… YOU’RE FIRED!!!

Before Stehpanie parts, she says one final line over the roar of the crowd, Heyman’s giddy laugher and West’s cries of protest.

{{Stephanie}}
West, I’ll be keeping a close eye on you from here on out.

Stephanie leaves the arena, followed soon after by Brock and then Heyman who can’t help but wave bye to Red. He may have lost the battle, but it looks like he won this war. The camera cuts back to the ring where Red can be seen mouthing to West, “This isn’t your fault.” He picks up Sangriento’s mask off the ground then hands it to West, before turning and exiting the ring. The people chant, “Please don’t go!” but there’s nothing they can say to stop Red from stepping through the curtains and disappearing from sight.

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine to number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship!



Announcer:
On the way to the ring, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 267 pounds, he is The Celtic Warrior.....Sheamus!

The crowd comes alive with a roar of boos for the Celtic Warrior as the stage turns to a green color. Sheamus comes walking out onto stage, standing atop the ramp. He beats his chest twice then extends his arms, roaring at the top of his lungs. He suddenly takes off in an upbeat walk, heading down the ramp, ignoring the jeering fans as he goes. Sheamus makes it down the ramp in no time, turning left and climbing the stairs, heading across the apron. He turns to the crowd, gives them a cocky smirk, then enters the ring. He stands middle of the ring as he repeats his taunt from the top of the ramp. His theme is cut off as his opponent's begins to play.



Announcer:
Making his way to the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at 225 pounds, Eric Young!

The crowd once again comes alive, but this time with cheers. The slightly deranged Eric Young comes walking out onto stage, slapping his chest to the beat of the song and head bobbing with it. He then starts clapping, eyes closed, feeling the music along with the fans before shooting off in a quickened haste down to the ring. Halfway down the ramp, he locks-up with a fan, bringing a smile to the fans day before heading to the stairs and into the ring. The ring announcer exits the ring for the ref to start the match. Both men are giving each other piercing glances, neither looking to show any mercy tonight.

The bell rings, and Sheamus rushes Young, knowing his power would be too much for Eric. However, Young evades, causing Sheamus to have to play cat and mouse from corner to corner. Sheamus grows angry as Young sticks his tongue out at him, making the fans laugh. This is too much, as Sheamus is upon him in seconds. The Celtic Warrior sends clubbing shots to Young, forcing him to the mat. Sheamus then starts to stomp the squirmy, speedy man into the mat, wearing him down.

Sheamus pulls Eric up by his beard, staring him angrily in the eye as Young's face turns to fear. Sheamus then picks Young up over his head for a military press, dropping him on his face behind him. Young doubles up, but is back on his feet, not trying to be outdone for his dream of being champion. Sheamus turns around into a clothesline, dropping Sheamus to the mat. Young runs the ropes, catching Sheamus when he gets up with a huge dropkick. Young keeps on the attack, but with no avail as Sheamus pulls Young's feet out from under him. Sheamus is quick to hit his feet, mounting Young and sending huge left and right hooks at his face before the ref is forced to pull Sheamus off. He threatens Sheamus as Sheamus cools down, going back to using power and brain over anger, which would have been his downfall.

Eric Young stumbles to his feet as Sheamus clotheslines him over the top rope, to the floor. He gets out of the ring, and drags him over to the announce table. He holds Eric by the hair as he trash talks the commentators. Then, he slams Eric's face onto the announce table, causing Young to stumble around. Sheamus walks up to him, but Young quickly kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a suplex that looks to put The Celtic Warrior through the table, but Sheamus wiggles out, kicks Young in the gut, and lifts him onto his shoulders, setting up the High Cross. He yells "FELLLLAAAAAAAA" before putting Young through the announce table! Eric seems to be unconscious, Sheamus laughs and beats his chest. He picks Young up and rolls him into the center of the ring. He goes for the cover.

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3......NO! Eric Young gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time, and the crowd goes nuts! Sheamus walks up to the referee and grabs him by the collar, questioning his count. The ref starts yelling at him, saying "I counted two, maybe if you didn't have wax in your ears, you'd hear it!" Sheamus shakes his head and pushes the ref aside. However, unknown to him, he spent too much time talking to the referee and Young is up on his feet. Sheamus turns around, and before he could realize what's going on, Young lets him have it with a series of left hooks until he is up against the ropes. Young Irish Whips Sheamus and when he rebounds, Sheamus is met with a vicious clothesline. Eric Young, in a frenzy, points to the turnbuckle and gets up on the top rope! Sheamus is still trying to find his bearings as Young climbs to the top. Young raises his elbow, slapping it a few times before jumping from the turnbuckle and landing a solid elbow drop!

Eric Young is on fire, and he calls for Sheamus to get up. Sheamus barely manages to stumble to his feet as Young lifts him up for a piledriver, jumps and connects, driving The Celtic Warrior's head to the mat! Young hooks the leg!



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Thr-What? NO! Sheamus gets the shoulder up! Young shakes his head, not sure what to do at this point. Young gets Sheamus to his feet, runs to the other side of the ropes, and when he bounces back to Sheamus, from outta nowhere, he's met with a huge Brogue Kick! Sheamus goes for the pin!



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It's over! Sheamus raises his hand in victory as he is now the Number 1 Contender for the Intercontinental Championship! He spreads his arms out yelling "FELLLLLAAAAAAAA!" as the crowd boos and the feed fades to black, in preparation for the next segment.

*A familiar image that hasn't been seen in a few weeks makes its return, signaling that the Number One Contender for Alberto Del Rio's World Heavyweight Championship is about to address the events leading up to tonight. The image fades and the shot opens up, darkness engulfing the surrounding area, except the center of it, where a light shines down a deserted neighborhood . A figure standing in the center of it is quickly revealed to be Dean Ambrose, who tosses an empty can into the air, which is heard crashing into the ground shortly after he begins to speak.*



{Dean Ambrose}
What goes up must come down, the higher you are, the bigger the fall, and you're pretty high on your pedestal, Del Rio, you're almost on Cloud 9. You're the World Heavyweight Champion, you survived an Elimination Chamber to be granted a shot at that championship, and over the next few months that followed, you played hot potato with that very same championship you hold so dear to your heart.



{Dean Ambrose}
That ends tonight, I will take pride in being the one to kick you off the metaphorical mountain top, I'll take pride in knowing that I'm the one that's going to destroy your pedestal and sent you crashing back to reality.



{Dean Ambrose}
Maybe while you free fall on your way to obscurity, maybe while you continue this downward spiral you seem to be in, you'll finally realize why you became a marked man at X-treme X-mas. There's a reason I picked you over everybody else, there's a reason why your blood will be on my hands, along with your oh so precious championship, after the night comes to a close.



{Dean Ambrose}
It's much more than my hatred for you, it's much more than the World Heavyweight Championship, and after that bell rings, after the sold out crowd sees how quickly their false hero has fallen, while you look up at the bright lights and see me holding the World Heavyweight Championship high above your broken body, then and only then will you finally understand.



{Dean Ambrose}
There have been many people who have stood where you stand right now, countless men who thought the very same thing you're thinking right now: How can I take out Dean Ambrose? Many men who believed that they were the one who would finally slay the beast known as Dean Ambrose, and many men who thought they had what it took to walk into that ring with me and walk out under their own power.



{Dean Ambrose}
A lot, and I mean a lot, of those men never walked out and the ones who did, they were never the same afterward. Dean Ambrose is someone who shouldn't be messed with, and yet, for some strange reason, there's always someone stupid enough who tries to take me out. You're just the current one, Del Rio, there has been many before you, and there sure as hell will be many more after.



{Dean Ambrose}
The list grows with each passing day, your name will just be the one that's added next, but don't fret, Del Rio, at least you'll be on the same list as greatness, legends in this sport who thought they had what it took to put me in my place, some of the best talent around the world graces that list. After our “match” tonight, you'll be nothing more than just another name and another victim.



{Dean Ambrose}
If history has shown us anything, it's that on any given night, you don't cross paths with Dean Ambrose, but when it comes to Uprising, you should not even be in the same state as me, let alone in the same arena. Del Rio, I plan on repeating history, last year, at this very event, not only did I defeat Dolph Ziggler in a ladder match, which won Match of the Year might I add, but also was responsible for the formation of one of the most dominant factions in the history of this company or any other: Men of Honor. They may not be on the level of The West Side Army, but they were close.



{Dean Ambrose}
What I'm trying to say is that I always have an ace up my sleeve, Del Rio, whether or not I or anybody else knows it. Uprising is Dean Ambrose's night, it's Dean Ambrose's Pay-Per-View, and I will prove that later tonight when I end your pathetic career and become the World Heavyweight Champion.



{Dean Ambrose}
History will repeat itself tonight, Del Rio, and you can fight all you want to prevent it, but anything and everything you do won't be enough to stop me from taking from you the one thing you care about the most: The World Heavyweight Championship. It's only a matter of time before your reign comes to an end, Del Rio, and there isn't a damn thing you could do about it. Believe that!



*With that said, Ambrose leans forward, staring into the camera with anger, mixed in with determination, appearing on his face. A few more seconds of this and Ambrose pulls away before walking forward and out of view, leaving the sounds of his footsteps to be the only thing heard as they slowly fade out of ear shot. The camera pans around the neighborhood, the silhouettes of the row of houses is the only thing seen in the shadows before the camera fades to black.*

Uprising cuts backstage to where a livid Chris Sabin is shown throwing his jacket at a nearby wall, clearly frustrated at how even though he was able to defeat Daniel Bryan, through questionable means, Bryan still one up'd him following the conclusion of the match. Sabin walks up to a support and leans on it as a camera approaches him. Not being one to let his voice be unheard, Sabin quickly begins to speak before he could be asked a question.



{Chris Sabin}
Did you see what happened out there? Did you see how much of a sore loser Daniel Bryan was? You lost fair and square, Bryan, that's what happens in wrestling, you win some, you lose some. Did I drive my knee into your jaw after you beat me a few weeks back? No, because I don't rely on post match attacks when I don't get the job done. And here I thought that you were a man, I thought that you lived by a code of honor, or did that get thrown out the window when you made it to the big leagues?



{Chris Sabin}
I know what you're going to say before you even say it, because Chris Sabin is that damn good. You're excuse is that I hit you with a low blow when the referee wasn't looking, that I “took the easy way out.” Do you know who I am? I'm Chris Sabin, I've been a Ping Pong Champion since 2007, I am undefeated in pancake eating contests, I am the original Captain Charisma, and if you think that I would ever take the easy way out, then I must have knocked a few screws loose when out wrestled you in that ring earlier tonight.



{Chris Sabin}
It wasn't my fault that you were so conveniently positioned the way you were, it couldn't have been a coincidence that you just happened to move into my leg when I was trying to regain my grip on the ropes. If anybody's at fault here, it's you, Bryan, no one told you to wrap your arms around my waist and follow me to the ropes. I don't know how they do things in Washington, but in Detroit, that type of stuff doesn't fly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I'm friends with some people... that do... that?



{Chris Sabin}
Anyways, this thing between us isn't over, Bryan, not by a long shot, especially after the poor way you acted. I was willing to shake your hand after the match, but you had other plans and like the poor sport that you are, you took me down with a knee. How you got those people to cheer you after your nefarious actions is beyond me but the remainder of tonight isn't going to be me in a quest for revenge, no, it's going to be me celebrating my well deserved victory over XWL's resident Goat. Tomorrow night on Breakdown is when I deal with you, Bryan.



{Chris Sabin}
I told you six days ago to never underestimate a Gun, and what did you do? You underestimated Chris Sabin, and look where it got you. I mean sure, you stood tall after the match, but the history books will show that at the second annual Uprising, Chris Sabin defeated Daniel Bryan, and that's all that these people will remember. And tonight, I proved why people should, “Hail Sabin!”

Sabin walk away from the camera, picking up his jacket from the floor and dusting it off before throwing it over his shoulder and making his way down the corridor. The camera stays on him for a few more moments before Sabin hangs a right and disappears from view, causing the screen to fade to black shortly after.

*As Uprising cuts to inside the New Orleans Arena we hear the sound of fans cheering and most of them have signs saying multiple things ranging from "Sign Maddox" to "Where's Ted?" The raucheous southern crowd is on their feet even more when this theme hits.*



*The crowd erupts inot cheers as one of their favorites burts onto the stage and begins to do his vintage moshing sending the crowd into even more of a frenzy.*



*The young and brash warrior then springs up and starts walking down the ramp. He then begins to slap hands with the fans, while slightly nodding his head to the music that is playing.*

[JR]
Now there's the Seth Rollins we all know and love!

[Cole]
Oh please, MAKE IT STOP! *Cole then covers his ears*

[King]
What Cole? You can't rock and roll a little?

[Cole]
Jerry, I've spent more time listening to rock and roll than you have been calling matches. And let me tell you THIS is not rock and roll, this comes from the depths of hell where Seth Rollins originated from as well!

[JR]
Calm down Cole, for crying out loud you're the youngest one here?

*Seth has stepped into the ring and has begun getting a microphone from the ring announcer by now, he then thanks him and then begins to walk over to the middle of the ring and begins to speak.*

[Seth Rollins]
How are we doing New Orleans?

*The crowd then goes insane at the sound of Seth mentioning them. Seth then gives a big smile, taking in all of the southern hospitality he's receiving.*

[Seth Rollins]
I'm doing pretty good myself and you guys should be too we have an awesome Pay-Per-View ahead of us and I'm hoping that a certain someone keeps his gold at least for tonight.

*The frenzied crows understands who Seth is talking about and they respond by breaking out in a big "Si, Si, Si!" chant.*

[Seth Rollins]
That's what I'm talking about. Your guys' energy is what keeps this me, Del Rio and everyone in the back going and it truly is what this place is about. Another thing this place is about, fighting.


[Seth Rollins]
Now I didn't get to fight last week and whether or not you think that it was a smart or dumb move by Paul Heyman to *Seth coughs* "fak-* I mean tell us about Brock Lesnar's step throat, that's up to you guys. I mean I'm not gonna sit here and say that I wanted to fight Brock Lesnar, I mean you have to admit, who would? But if I had to I'm pretty sure it would be a fight to say the least. But that's in the past and that's not up to me. What's up to me tonight is deciding how I'm going to finish off one half the "Worst In The Business," one half of "Team Midlife Crisis"
Kazarian!

*The crowd pops again at the thought of seeing Kazarian eradicated from the company. Seth then gives a thumbs up and then before he knows it the New Orleans crowd hears the sound of another theme song.*



It doesn't take long after the music hits for the crowd to stop cheering for the man in the ring and start to jeer towards the stage as Frankie Kazarian struts out onto the stage followed closely by Christopher Daniels. The two taunt and provoke the crowd which only causes the jeering to go up in volume, much to their amusement.



Seth leans against the turnbuckle in the corner as he awaits his opponent. Kazarian jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring before heading over the opposite side to request a microphone as Daniels takes his place in the center of the ring, lowering himself to strike a pose, Kazarian moves to stand behind him, his microphone in hand, he raises his arm high up into the air and lifts the microphone to his lips.



Frankie Kazarian
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages, we ask that you all please direct your attention towards the ring as two of the greatest entertainers in the history of this industry grace you with their presence. The Coolest Man in Wrestling, Frankie Kazarian, the Fallen Angel, Christopher Daniels, The best damn tag team in the entire BIZ-I-NESS!! Please put your hands together for the one, the only, Bad Influence!

The crowd roar with a negative response as Daniels and Kazarian share a chuckle. Daniels moves from the center of the ring and leans against the turnbuckle opposite to Seth, not taking his eyes off him.

Frankie Kazarian
Last week, every single one of you did what you do best as you sat down on your fat asses and watched my best friend Christopher Daniels compete in his first official match as a member of Bad Influence. You watched as he took a legend in this business in Jack Swagger, and made him forget where he was as he ran circles around him, not only lifting him up into the air and hitting him with the devastating Angels Wings, but also connecting with, dare I say it, the most beautiful BME that I have ever seen. And with no surprise, you watched as his arm was risen up in victory at the end of the night.

Daniels grins from cheek to cheek as Frankie praises him.



Frankie Kazarian
But what you didn't get to see, what you should have seen, was me not standing outside the ring, but on the apron, competing alongside my best friend in the whole world against Jack Swagger, and this man here, Seth Rollins. But that wasn't to be, Seth was too preoccupied, he must have been pretty depressed or something because he was intent on killing himself in the ring with the beast incarnate, Brock Lesnar. Now, I'm not one to step in to another person's personal life, so I kept away, and I agreed to face Rollins tonight at Uprising, but Christopher here, he can't help himself.

Kazarian turns to face Seth.

Frankie Kazarian
He wants you help you Seth, he wants to help you see the light, to show you that although your life sucks, it could always be worse, you could be Justin Gabriel... But this isn't a laughing matter Seth, this is serious, you have an illness, a disease if you will, and luckily for you, The Fallen Angel is willing you to heal you.

[Seth Rollins]
Ha, very funny. I'm depressed? Well if I'm depressed then we need some serious help for you two, when's the last time either of you got a title shot around here? In fact, when was the last time you guys even were here before staining our eyes with your presence last week?

[Seth Rollins]
And you....healing me? I would rather face a raged filled strep throat laced Brock Lesnar before I would let you "heal" me, that's just creepy dude. I mean you're over here making fun of a group of people who are ten times more stronger than you ever could be. But I won't stoop to your childish level Kaz, what you and Chris do on your own time is fine with me. And let me tell you one more thing.....

*Seth then steps right in front of Kaz's face and stares intensely in his eyes, probably in his soul and says*

[Seth Rollins]
If you ever make fun of me or anyone else in this world being depressed I'll curb-stomp you so hard you won't even have time to cry you little punk ass mot-

Before Seth can finish his sentence, Daniels jumps out of his corner with a microphone of his own and cuts across him.

Christopher Daniels
Seth! We understand that you aren't in the best place in your life right now, but yelling about it isn't going to make it any easier. You just need to calm down, take a big deep breath and relax for a second. I know it's hard to hear this, but you have a problem, Seth and you need to accept it, stop living in denial, it's only going to make it worse, trust me. I'm standing by Frankie's side while he goes to battle with his addiction, I know first hand that denial only causes a hand full of extra problems that you simply won't be ready for. But don't worry Seth, just like Frankie here, you have me, and I'll stand by your side the whole way.

[Seth Rollins]
Hold on.. This knucklehead has an addiction? This I've got to hear about.

Christopher Daniels
Uhh.. I think you're missing the point here Seth, this isn't about Frankie, this is about you and your problem.

[Seth Rollins]
No, I think you're the ones missing the point. You stand here and give me the third degree but when it's you in the spotlight, you can't take the heat.

Frankie is clearly growing nervous as Seth piles on the pressure, Daniels attempts to change the direction of the conversation away from his friend.

Christopher Daniels
It's completely understandable that you'd want to avoid the issue and point the finger at someone else, but to point the finger at the two men who are trying to help you through a difficult time in your life.. It just proves that you aren't handling it well at all. It's probably all of these judging faces looking out at you. So what I propose is that we put this little conflict behind us, that instead of competing against each other tonight, you and Frankie here shake hands and hug each other, let this become the first step of your recovery and we can head backstage together and work towards getting you back to the fun, driven, energetic Seth Rollins that you were before you spiraled out of control into this pathetic being that you are now.

Seth smirks and shakes his head.

[Seth Rollins]
With you two nearing the age of 50, I thought you guys would grasp the concept of logic by  now, but that's okay because I can help you.

*Seth then goes around Kaz and Daniels and puts his arms around them in what would seem like a friendly manner. He then raises the mic to his mouth and begins to speak again.*

[Seth Rollins]
New Orleans, correct me if I'm wrong but did I ome out here with a sour look on my face?

[Crowd]
NO!

[Seth Rollins]
Did I come out here with a sad, depressed look on my face?

[Crowd]
NO!

[Seth Rollins]
There's you answer guys, Seth then pats them on the back and heads back to where he was standing* This is the happiest I've been in months, so calling me emo now? Bullies on the playground have better insults than you two. I mean if you really wanted to build on something, you could ahve said how I failed on my two Intercontinental Title matches, how I failed to repeat King Of The Ring, and how I got myself into trouble with Stephanie McMahon, but no emo jokes are the way to go if you're at the level of a 1st grader.

*This infuriates Kaz and Daniels has to restrain him a bit, he keeps doing this as Seth begins to speak again.*

[Seth Rollins]
Also, what's this about Kaz's addiction? I mean if it's the same one as that Saving Abel song then I think you two hav-

*Seth is then cut off by Daniels who is trying to restrain Kaz, seth laughs at this which prompts Daniels to release his grip of Kaz, who jumps up into the air and floor Seth with a dropkick! Daniels laughs at Seth and motions for the referee to enter the ring, he drops out onto the apron and waits for the match to begin.*

DAT MATCH THO

The match goes on and stuff, Kaz is beating Seth for a bit then Seth gets the upperhand and he's about to hit that move he does, but Daniels isn't gonna let that happen, so he's screaming at the ref trying to distract him, but Seth isn't having any of it. Seth moves over to the ropes and starts screaming back at Daniels, who retaliates by reaching for his martini glass, with Seth not realising what's going on, Kaz jumps back to his feet and takes Seth dwon with a Spinning Coomplete shot. Daniels tries to grab the glass, he finds that it's not there, he feels around the apron looking for the glass, and eventually looks away from seth to the apron, to see the glass is gone! Daniels is stunned, he turns around to see Justin Gabriel standing there with the martini in his hand, Daniels isn't given any time to react as Gabriel tossess the martini in his face. Daniels stumbles back, not able to see properly cuz of the martini in his eyes, but he can't help but lick his lips. Meanwhile, Kaz is looking out of the ring at all this going on, yelling at Gabriel, not noticing seth who sneaks up behind him and rolls him up for the 3 count.

Seth celebrates and is all happy and stuff as Gabriel laughs at the two indisposed members of the influence for bad people.

As Uprising continues the cameras cut back to the arena as the theme as Madison Eagles starts to play through out the arena



When Eagles walks out onto the stage she's accompanied by her mentor Trish Stratus and the crowd cheer for the duo as they start to make their way down to the ring

[Justin Roberts] The the following contest is scheduled for one falls, introducing first accompanied by Trish Stratus, from Sydney, Australia, Madison Eagles!

[Michael Cole] As we found out a few weeks ago, Trish Stratus has arranged a mystery opponent for Madison here tonight, and whoever it is we have been assured that this person whoever it is, will be a former Diva's champion.

[Jim Ross] While that does narrow it down, there's been a lot of top Diva's who hae held that championship, and whoever it is, Madison is going to have her hands full.

As the two diva's reach ringside they walk up the ring steps onto the apron, and Trish enters the ring underneath the middle rope, and Eagles climbs up on the turnbuckle before jumping down into the ring

[Jerry "The King" Lawler] From what I've been told Madison Eagles has no idea who this person is, but she's more than ready for her match tonight and I'm sure Trish is looking to see the very best out of her protégé.

As the two stand in the ring Madison walks over to Justin Roberts as she's handed the microphone and her music fades out when she begins to speak

Madison Eagles: Trish Stratus has hand selected an opponent for me to face here tonight, a former Diva's champion, so whoever it is I hope you're prepared for what's about to happen. Everyone I've faced in this ring I've defeated, one-two-three in the middle of the ring and tonight it's not going to be any different. Regardless of who it is, it doesn't really matter to me whether it's Maryse, Kelly Kelly or Michelle McCool, it doesn't matter to me in the slightest because I'm still number one, I am the best thing going today, nobody can compare to me, and every single diva back there knows it. So I'd like to think when Trish threw down the gauntlet that the line of Diva's who wanted to step in the ring with me was a mile long, and out of those Trish Stratus has selected the very best of the bunch. So whoever it is, just send them out.

As Madison finishes speaking she drops the microphone in the middle of the ring as the theme of her opponent starts to play



With her music playing Kana walks out onto the stage as the crowd looks on and she starts to make her way down to the ring

[Justin Roberts] And her opponent, from Osaka, Japan, Kana!

[Michael Cole] That ladies and gentlemen is Kana, who defeated Layla for the Diva's championship in a gauntlet match in 2012, in what at the time was considered to be a huge upset, as very astute choice from Trish, not a whole lot is known about Kana, but one thing we know for sure is this young woman has a lot of talent, and she's going to be a real handful for Eagles tonight.

[Jim Ross] Her reign didn't last too long, but it certainly garnered a lot of peoples attention, Kana really took it to Layla and came out with the big victory. And now she'll be looking to see if lightning will strike twice here tonight against Madison Eagles.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler] It's not going to be easy for either of these two, but I'm sure it will be a great match that we're about to see right now.

When Kana enters the ring her music fades out as the referee signals the start of the match, screw it everyone else is doing it, I might as well too. 10 minutes later, after the greatest match of all time, just trust me. I'm totally not being lazy at all like everyone else.

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EAGLES PICKS UP THE VICTORY!

Eagles rises to her feet as Trish quickly rushes the ring and raises her arm in triumph over the returning Kana.

[Justin Roberts]
The winner of this match... MADISON EAGLES!

The crowd cheer and applaud after a very impressive display from the Australian.  Trish parades her friend around the arena like she is the best thing ever, making efforts not to put her injured arm in harms way.

[Jim Ross]
What a display by Madison Eagles!  She really delivered the goods here tonight and showed exactly why Trish believes she is the woman to lead the Divas Division into a new era!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
I knew that Eagles was good, but I didn't know she was that good.  That was amazing!

[Michael Cole]
I always knew that Madison Eagles had what it took to revolutionize the Divas Division but nobody else believed me.  But listen to these fans now.  They've come around to the idea and have grown to enjoy Eagles performing... maybe they even like her now.  And I have to say, it's about time.

[Jim Ross]
Eagles has been on fire ever since pairing up with Trish and one has to wonder what's next for this dominant duo?  Just imagine what they will be able to accomplish once Trish's arm is healed!

As Eagles begins to pose on each of the four turnbuckles, reveling in her victory, Trish claps her onward - albeit somewhat awkwardly with the sling in the way - with a huge smile on her face, pointing to her as she mounts each one.  The fans are chanting "That was awesome!" and several have even started an "Eagles! Eagles! Eagles" chant.  It's a stark contrast to what they were chanting just a few weeks ago.

As Eagles mounts the final turnbuckle, poses, and turns around...






























CHICK KICK!!!!!!!!!!



Eagles falls backwards and down to the canvas in a heap as Trish connects with a devastating roundhouse kick to her head, knocking her out cold in one swift strike.  The crowd let out a "Ohhhhhh!" before murmurs of confusion sets in before a shocked silence.  Trish looks into the camera with an arrogant smirk as she removes her sling.



[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
What the!

[Jim Ross]
BAH GAWD! She just took her head off!

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
I don't believe this!

[Michael Cole]
It looks like Trish is fully healed, but what is the meaning of this?

Trish holds up both her arms, showing that they are completely fine.  She looks down at Eagles and dusts her hands together, showing that her work here is done.  She shakes her head before beginning to leave up the ramp with an evil smile upon her face.  The fans are still confused, although some begin to boo as Trish makes her exit.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
Why Trish why?  Why would you do this to your friend!  To someone you hand-picked to mentor and go on to be the face of the Divas Division?

[Jim Ross]
And not just why, but "was" Trish ever injured?  Was this all just a ploy to get to Eagles for some reason?  Faking an injury is definitely a sick, manipulative way to go about it.  Whatever happened to the Trish Stratus of old?  The Trish that everybody loved and the woman who pioneered women's wrestling a decade ago?  To say this is unexpected is an understatement.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
Well... I'm sure we'll hear more about this over the coming weeks. But right now I'm in shock JR.  I don't know what else to say.  I'm speechless!



The boos of the XWL Universe have significantly increased in volume as Trish nears the top of the ramp.  Before leaving completely she turns with a smug look on her face looking back at the motionless Eagles, shaking her head once again before completing her exit.

After a video package plays once again hyping up the main event, Uprising returns to the face of Stephanie McMahon standing backstage, a smile on her face.

Stephanie McMahon
Ladies and gentleman, Paul Heyman might think that he’s always one step ahead of the game. He always has his plans. But how can he plan for the unknown? It’s simple. He can’t. Now I promised you all a huge surprise, so now it’s time for me to come through! So allow me to introduce to you, Edge’s opponent for tonight’s chairs match!!.... 

The arena explodes with an enormous pop as Matt Hardy's entrance music blasts over the PA system. It only gets louder once one half of Team Extreme makes his way out from the back, a ginormous grin on his face. He looks from side to side, then all across the arena. He then glares down at his hands before shooting them up into the air, striking his famous V1 pose. 

Matt then point to the ring, rolls his neck, and shoots down the ramp, full of energy. 

{{J.R}}

BAW GAWD, KING, IT'S . . . IT'S MATT HARDY! Can you believe this!? LISTEN TO THESE FANS!

{{King}}

No I can't, J.R.! The man who we all thoughts career was over at the hands of the Wyatt Family! It's Matt Hardy! This is awesome! 

{{J.R.}}

It's more than awesome, King! He's Edge's surprise opponent for tonight! In a chairs match no less! We're going to get to see Matt Hardy in action tonight, against one of his biggest all time rivals! What a treat!

{{King}}

Indeed it is! Thank you Stephanie!

Matt, now in the ring, rolls his arms as if he were holding a pair of drum sticks then shoots them up into the air again, his fans up and out of their seats. He then moves over to the ropes, keeping one foot on the mat and putting the other one on the second rope, nodding his head up and down. 

Hardy then proceeds to exit the ring and rummage underneath the ring for a bit, pulling out not one, but two steel chairs. He hurls one of them over the top rope into the ring and keeps the other one for himself. He makes his way back into the ring then bashes the chair down onto the mat multiple times, screaming out to the crowd, and to Edge. His music then begins to die down but the cheers remain as loud as ever. Hardy smiles at this, then turns his attention to the ramp at the sound of trouble. 

{{JR}}
This doesn’t look good..

Edge enters, but not alone of course, as Goldberg and Devitt are close behind, eyes on the ring where their new prey awaits them.

{{King}}
Oh great.. First The Heyman Crew try to end The Ryback and Goldberg’s match before it even began, and now this??!?

Hardy holds his chair tight as The Heyman Crew surround the ring!!

{{JR}}
Well it looks like this match isn’t happening.

{{Cole}}
Stephanie thought that she had Heyman fooled, but you can’t fool Paul Heyman!! He’s always one step ahead!!

The Heyman Crew charge into the ring!! Hardy lashes out with the chair, connecting with Goldberg!! But Edge and Devitt are quickly upon him!! Using the numbers game to their advantage! They back Hardy into the corner, lashing out with kicks and elbows, but Hardy is able to storm out of the corner, hitting a double clothesline!! He climbs the turnbuckle and does his signature taunt to the crowd before leaping, hitting a double extreme leg drop on Edge and Devitt!!! Hardy gets back to his feet as the crowd cheers him on, when..

{{JR}}
SPEAR!! SPEAR BY GOLDBERG!!!

Goldberg eats up the boos as he mercilessly kicks Hardy out of his ring!! Goldberg helps Devitt and Edge back to their feet and the three exit the ring, bearing down on Hardy. Edge and Devitt pick Hardy up, much like they did with Big E and The Ryback earlier, putting Matt on Goldberg’s shoulders before hitting the triple powerbomb through the Spanish announce table!!!!



Heyman, Goldberg, Edge, and Devitt stand over Hardy for a few moments before making their way to the stage.

{{Cole}}
Uprising is The Heyman Crew’s show, and this is just more proof!!

The crowd begins to cheer, causing the Heyman Crew to turn around, curious as to why. They see Hardy climbing into the ring, still proving to have fight left in him!!! Goldberg takes a step towards the ring but Edge stops him, smiling as he says “I got this”. Edge makes his way down to the ring, sliding in as the ref checks on Hardy, saying “are you sure you want to do this?”.

{{JR}}
Just like The Ryback did earlier, Matt Hardy is refusing to let The Heyman Crew stop his match!!!

Edge slides in and the ref signals for the match to start!! Edge charges at Hardy, looking to hit the spear!! But Hardy picks up the chair, smacking the oncoming Rated-R Superstar!!! There's no hesitation as Hardy lifts Edge up and wrenches him under his arm, twisting Edge around and driving his face into that same chair. Twist of Fate! The fans go nuts as Matt turns Edge around and throws his arm over him! 1….2…….3..!!!



Hardy did it!! He quickly rolls out of the ring and exits through the cheering crowd as Goldberg and Devitt angrily enter the ring to check up on Edge!! Hardy can be seen throwing up his extreme hand signal as the crowd pats his back and chants his name!! Things between these two are clearly far from over, but for tonight, Hardy gets to celebrate his return, and his victory. Once Matt is gone from site and The Heyman Crew begin to make their exit, we go to a word from the sponsors of Uprising. 

Jim Ross
STONE COLD! STONE COLD! STONE COLD!

Michael Cole
Shut the hell up! We know who he is, we have ears, we heard the glass smash.

Jerry 'The King' Lawler
There's no need to be so hostile Cole, you know how much J.R likes Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Michael Cole
Frankly, I don't care, King, and I'm pretty sure neither does Prince Devitt. Just you wait, Stone Cold is going to get the snot beaten out of him, and I'm going to love every second of it.

The crowd are going crazy for Stone Cold as he walks out onto the stage.



Austin makes his way down to the ring as the crowd continue to cheer him on.

Jim Ross
Michael, it's ridiculous to sit there and act as if Stone Cold doesn't deserve the reaction he's receiving right now, no man deserves to hear the cheers of these men more than Stone Cold, and you know that.

Michael Cole
I don't know anything of...

Jerry 'The King' Lawler
You got that right Cole, you don't know anything! So how about you sit there like a good little boy and be quiet.

Michael Cole
Oh I'll sit here alright, I can't wait for Prince Devitt to show you exactly how wrong you both are, and that Stone Cold Steve Austin is nothing but a washed up has been.

Stone Cold now in the ring walks up to the turnbukcle and jumps up onto it, holding up his fist in the air, before jumping down and heading to the opposite corner to proceed to do the same. The crowd go crazy for this and Stone Cold steps down from the turnbuckle, his music comes to a stop and he waits for his opponent.



Michael Cole
Here we go! It's finally time for Stone Cold to pay for his crimes!

Jerry 'The King' Lawler
What are you on about?...

Michael Cole
Stone Cold Steve Austin put his hands on Devitt's flesh and blood, and now Devitt's going to make him regret it! It's so exciting!

King rolls his eyes at Cole as Devitt's music continues to play, much to the annoyance of the crowd. A couple seconds pass by and there's still no sing of Devitt.

Jerry 'The King' Lawler
It doesn't look like Devitt's going to do anything, Cole. He's probably still feeling the effects of that amazing spear he took from Roman Reigns.

Devitt's music comes to a stop, with there still being no sign of him. Not sure what to make of the situation, Stone Cold turns his attention to the stage, waiting for some kind of response.





The crowd start to boo once more as Devitt's music starts up again. Austin prepares himself in the ring.

Jim Ross
What on earth is going on here?

Devitt's music continues to play for another five seconds before coming to a halt again. Stone Cold looks to be losing his patience, he starts to leave the ring...

{{???}]
I wouldn't do that if I were you, Steve.

Stone Cold stops in his tracks, recognising the voice, he gets back into the ring and looks up to the titantron, and to no surprise, the crowd start roaring as they're greeted with the face of Paul Heyman.

{{Paul Heyman}]
Oh, I'm sorry, were you expecting someone else?

The crowd continue to boo as the Smug Heyman looks down at Austin who looks furious.

{{Paul Heyman}]
Come on now Steve, did you really think that I would allow one of my clients to work two matches in the same night? I thought you knew me better than that. You know I look at my clients as if they were my own flesh and blood, my children in fact. I would die myself before I see any harm come to them. As you know, my newest client, Prince Devitt has already competed one tonight, in a match that he shouldn't have even been a part of, if I might add. It should come as no surprise that he does not desire to come out to this arena in front of all these people for a second time, because he's afraid of what he might do to you, Steve, and with your fragile body, I'm inclined to agree with him, therefore Prince Devitt will not be competing against you tonight.

The crowd boo even louder now and Stone Cold looks to be even angrier than before, slurring curse words towards the titantron.

{{Paul Heyman}]
Now, now, there's no need for that kind of language, you might not be facing Prince Devitt, but that doesn't mean we forgot about you Steve.. See.. YOU'RE NEXT!

It takes a couple of seconds for Austin to realise that Heyman just uttered his client's catchphrase, but it's a couple of seconds too late as he turns around into a huge spear from Goldberg!

Jim Ross
WHAT THE... WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!!!

Goldberg taunts over the downed Stone Cold as Prince Devitt and Edge join him in the ring. The two laugh at the wounded Austin as Goldberg scoops him up, the crowd jeering more than they have all night. Goldberg sets Stone Cold up for the powerbomb, lifting him up onto his shoulders, Edge and Devitt each take their side and add to the force as the three men send Stone Cold to the canvas with an earth shattering triple powerbomb, which looks to have become their signature. With stone cold down and out, Devitt kneels beside his rival, he lifts up his head and places it on his knee, bringing his right hand closer to Stone Cold's head, he uses his fingers to mimic a gun and points directly to Austin's temple with a smikr across his face as Goldberg and Edge taunt the crowd.

The theme of the ever psychotic Dean Ambrose begins to play, much to the dismay of the live audience in attendance. Cameras pan around the arena in an attempt to locate Ambrose in the sea of people, proving unsuccessful within the first minute.



Ambrose is finally spotted in the sold out crowd, halfway down the steps. He looks towards the empty ring as the deafening boos fill the arena to the brim. Unfazed by the negative reaction from the crowd, Ambrose begins to make his descent down the steps, through the hostile crowd.



He makes it to the barricade, looking into the ring, fully aware that the moment that he's been waiting for is about to arrive in just a few moments. And after getting the upper hand on Del Rio not once, but twice six days ago, one would have to believe that Ambrose has the advantage heading into this match.



Ambrose takes a step back and hops over the barricade, landing firmly on the other side before pacing back and forth outside the ring. A million thoughts must be racing in his demented mind before finally deciding to roll into the ring, and looks out towards the stage, mouthing something that isn't picked up on camera and awaiting the arrival of The World Heavyweight Champion.



Del Rio blasts his way onto the stage as the fans explode in applause!



He looks around with a big smile, taking in the moment of the fans appreciation, as he does every time he comes to the ring. As he moves his gaze towards the ring he gets a dead serious expression. Still staring at Dean he makes his way down the ramp with his arms extended outwards to try and slap a few fan's hands while keeping his true focus on his challenger. He reaches the base of the ramp and stops but doesn't change the target of his stare.



He stands like this for a couple moments before jogging up the steel steps and then slips between the ropes into the ring. The only time he doesn't keep his eyes on Ambrose is the time it takes to step into the ring as he locks right back onto him.



He steps over towards the corner ad climbs it, looking back over his shoulder at Dean as he undoes the title around his waist. He holds the belts waist high for a few seconds before panning his face from Dean to around the whole arena and throwing the title belt into the air, yelling out with a great intensity!



He holds the belt up for a few more moments before hopping down of the turnbuckle and staring back at Ambrose once again.

{Justin Roberts}
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, it is your Main Event for the evening and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, he is the challenger, representing The West Side Army, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, from Cincinnati, Ohio, Dean Ambrose!

Ambrose, still engaged in a staredown with Del Rio, simply motions to his waist, signaling that he's walking out of Uprising as the World Heavyweight Champion, which is easier said than done.

{Justin Roberts}
And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, hailing from San Luis Potosí, Mexico, he is the Heavyweight Champion of the World, The Essence of Excellence, Alberto Del Rio!

Del Rio, not taking his eyes off of Ambrose,  raises the World Heavyweight Championship high above his head as the live audience in attendance loudly shows their support for The Mexican Aristocrat, the clear favorite in this match.



Del Rio hands the World Heavyweight Championship to the referee, who then holds it high into the air as the anticipated one on one match between both these men is about to be underway. The referee walks over to the side of the ring and hands the championship over to the timekeeper, but before he could call for the bell...

















The roof damn nears blows off the building as an unexpected arrival has caused every single person in the arena jump to their feet! All eyes go away from Alberto, Dean, and the World title that was being handed over by the referee to the ring announcer. Instead the full focus is taken off of what was supposed to be the start of The Main-Event, and is now on the impending arrival of Mr. Money In The Bank Ted DiBiase!

[King]
What?!?!

[JR]
I don't believe it!

[Michael Cole]
What's he doing here?!

[JR]
Your guess is as good as mine, but I'd say it's got something to do with the fact that this is a World Heavyweight Championship match, and he's The Mr. Money In The Bank!

Del Rio and Dean both share a collective "What the hell is going on here" look, confused as could be, they were prepared to fight over The World title that very next second, but that has sense been delayed because of one unexpected return. The stage lights up, the fans begin to scream even louder, and it's then when we notice just out of the corner of the camera, he's here!



Skipping out from the back, dressed to the nine, and carrying the briefcase that contains a contract for a World Heavyweight Championship match, Ted looks to the camera and screams "Guess who?!" flashing that ever so bright smile that depicts a man that has had an enjoyable time off, but he's ready to get back to doing what he loves. He gazes out into the arena, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store as he sees the overwhelming support pouring in from The DiBiase Posse. He pats his heart, nodding with a look of true joy then lets out a "I think they missed me!" as he stares straight into the camera.

[King]
Would you just look at Ted, he looks so refreshed, that's the look of a man ready to capture The World Heavyweight Championship!

[Michael Cole]
But the question is, what's he doing out here? Is he cashing in right now? Is this about to become a Triple Threat?!

[JR]
We're about to find out, Cole.

Despite being dressed so nicely Ted proceeds to gallop down the ramp, skipping excitedly, giving those clearly expensive pair of shoes a workout they're not typically used for. He rushes down it, touching just about every fan's hand that he can reach, then he spins back around running back up the ramp and high fives fans from the side he missed! He's missed being here, he's missed this feeling, the feeling of being around fans that outweigh any accomplishment. After getting that much needed ham session over with, Ted turns his attention to the men whom he's interrupting from having their match. He holds his hand up to them as they look at him with puzzled expressions, then as a smile comes over his face, he raises his briefcase up and pats it several times nodding. After signaling that this may in fact be the moment he cashes in, Ted jumps onto the apron, eyeing both men, once again teasing the idea that this is the time...this is the opportunity he has chosen to take. The referee begins to walk closer to him, to find out if he is in fact cashing in, Ted tilts his head upwards, placing his index finger on his chin and shifting his mouth to one side of his face showing a sign of deep thought. Then he starts to extend his case out to the referee, before pulling it back towards himself and throwing his hand out seemingly shrugging the idea off and yelling "Naaaaaah!" as he shakes his head with a grin on his face.

[Michael Cole]
I guess we just got our answer.

[JR]
One advantage to Ted being in possession of The Money in The Bank contract is the fact that he holds the power to decide when and where that match happens, something that your typical number one contender can't do.

As Ted jumps back off the side of the ring, having goaded Alberto and Dean into the idea that he'd be cashing in only to reveal that he is in fact not, Ted begins to make rounds around the ring high fiving the fans alongside the barricade. He doesn't miss not one hand, and that smile on his face gets brighter with each fan he meets. Meanwhile the participants in this World Heavyweight Championship match cannot take their eyes off of Ted, they're wondering what he's doing out here, and that's keeping this match from starting yet. He reaches the side of the ring side set up where Michael Cole, JR, and King all reside to call the action that occurs throughout shows. He waves at Cole, his biggest fan of the three sitting there, though Cole bashfully hides the fact that he's a big Debo fan by acting like he's not at all excited to see him, but inside he's screaming like a giddy schoolgirl. Ted walks over the table, setting his case on top of it, making sure that it's in full view of both The World Champion and the challenger, then is greeted by a standing King. He shakes his hand, happy to see him, and Ted's happy to see him too. He casually grabs King's chair sliding it over towards himself then takes a seat grabbing a spare headset off the table. King stands there not sure what to do, he's just had his seat stolen, and he doesn't want to have to stand for the remainder of the show.


Aren't you going to have a seat, King? I'd hope you're not going to stand the entire time, please take a load off, enjoy what we're about to witness.

King just stands there, a bit unsure of what to do, if Ted realizes he took his chair or not...but luckily for him his fellow commentators slide their chairs down, grabbing a spare from the time keepers area so that they all four now have seats.

[JR]
Ted it's a joy to have you joining us this evening, to what do we owe the occasion?


Well you know, I've been sitting at home, being dad of the year, enjoying the little one's first moments, gushing over the fact that he's just the cutest kid since I was one myself, and I thought...this is nice, this is what a man loves to do, but I'm a man not like many, I have two things I love greatly, and equally. I love being a father, I love being a husband, a true family man, but that wrestling itch man, I've missed it!  So I thought hey, I'm going to be facing one of these two possibly when I decide to cash this baby in later, or perhaps a little sooner...so why not get a bird's eye view of what I'm up against?

[King]
So you're officially back, Ted?


That's right, Stephanie did say she'd have liked a little more notice, you know, to promote my return, but that's a little much isn't it? I mean do people really care that I'm back?

[Michael Cole]
Judging by the reaction you just got, I'd say they do.


I know, I just wanted you to say it! Isn't this nice? We're about to commentate The Main-Event, does it get any better than that?! Well, you know...being apart of it maybe, but hey they don't need me in here, besides they've got their issues they need to work out, so while they do that, I'll have some fun with you guys!

[JR]
Have you been keeping up with the action while you were gone?


Every single week, believe me I've missed this, but I gotta say, I needed that little vacation. I feel recharged, like I'm ready to conquer the world! Fee fie foe fum DiBiase's back on the run, and back to be World Heavyweight Champion. But enough about me, let's talk about these two incredible men getting ready to compete for the richest prize in this business today.

With the attention of both men in the ring still on the returning Mr. Money in the Bank briefcase holder, Ted DiBiase, the ref calls for the bell, signaling the start of the World Heavyweight Championship Main Event for tonight's Pay-Per-View. Neither man seems to notice that this match is officially now underway, their attention still fixed on the returning DiBiase, who has now taken a seat alongside the commentary team. Ambrose points towards Ted and begins shouting something in his direction that isn't picked up on camera, in which Ted replies by raising his hands up towards the air, insisting that he won't have anything to do with the match and is just getting a closer look at one of the men that he might have to face in the immediate future.


I can't help but think maybe I should have given them a heads up and told them I was going to be out here, they look a little caught off guard, oh well there's always next time!

[King]
I wonder why Dean Ambrose doesn't look so happy to see you, you two seemed to be getting along at X-treme X-mas.

Ambrose begins to take a few steps forward, his back to Del Rio, still looking at Ted before turning around towards his opponent and shifting his focus towards The Mexican Aristocrat, who has also begun to walk forward. They circle one another, the moment both these men have been waiting for presenting itself right before their very eyes: a chance to prove that they are better than the other. Almost simultaneously, both Del Rio charge forward, engaging in a collar elbow tie up.




Well, I may...or may not have given him a pair of earings that night as a Christmas gift, you know...for my new, slightly deranged, possibly in need of a straight jacket buddy. And maybe, I might have mixed up the pair I got for my wife, with the pair I got him, and he kind of didn't appreciate pink sparkling diamonds cut in the shape of a heart....and he MAY have not liked the little note inside that said "Always and forever yours, Ted" I MAYBE should have checked the boxes before I wrapped them, but in my defense...those boxes look too damn similar!

[Michael Cole]
Well, that sounds awkward...


You think that was awkward? You should have heard the phone call I made to my wife an hour later, she had already opened the present, and she may or may not have read the note inside that said "For the biggest jackass I know" see Dean would have appreciated that note, my wife on the other hand....well, let's just say we decided that I'd sleep on the couch until I learned my lesson.

[King]
Ouch, what was the lesson?


Apparently, for some reason...I should know better than to buy gifts for strange men.

For the opening moments of the match, it appears that both men are on a level playing field, but as the seconds pass, the dents in Del Rio's metaphorical armor begin to show, he's clearly anything but 100% after the events that transpired six nights ago on Breakdown, not only going through one table, but two, one courtesy of the man that is looking to take Del Rio's most prized possession: The World Heavyweight Championship. The other, thanks to a distraction that Ambrose caused before Breakdown went off the air, was due to Sheamus, who was able to capitalize on said distraction and now holds a win over the reigning World Heavyweight Champion.

[JR]
Did you at least get them back?


Oh yeah, Dean was a total doll about it, we agreed he'd give me the earrings back, and I for no reason at all, out of the goodness of my heart, would give him a wallet, mine. I needed a new one anyways, he did me a favor, what a guy!

Del Rio slowly but surely begins to lose the battle of strength against his challenger, but even on the verge of being overpowered, Del Rio refuses to show that he's not at his best on this night, even if someone as calculating as Dean Ambrose has already put the pieces of the puzzle together. Instead of putting himself in a predicament he doesn't want to be in this early in the match, Del Rio decides to move his foot backwards, to give himself a bit more grip to hold his ground, but it's mistimed, as it's the exact same moment that Ambrose decides to push forward with all his might, and ends up putting Del Rio back first into the corner, forcing the referee to interject himself in the early moments of this match.

[King]
They're as even as even gets right now, but how long will it stay that way?


I'll take until one of them gets in control for a thousand, Alex!

[JR]
Dean better back off, the referee is counting.


This is just me, so pay no mind to the lack of logic behind this...but why exactly do referee's give us until five? They know we're not going to stop until just before they say five, and then they yell at us. It's like if you want them to stop, maybe don't give them five very long seconds to listen to you.

[Michael Cole]
Well you're all supposed to follow the rules so maybe that's what they expect? That they'll say one, and you'll stop doing what you're not supposed to?




I get that, I do really...but if we're not supposed to do, why do we get five free seconds to do it? Seems to me like it encourages that sort of behavior. I mean how many times has an opponent done that to me? Keep a submission in when I'm at the ropes, have me backed into a corner for too long, choke me against the ropes for AT LEAST ten seconds. You're talking to a guy that's seen how useless counting at someone is, they don't listen, and that's because referees treat them like children. Jeffrey you better stop that, if you don't stop by the time I get to five you're going to be in so much trouble. And then they're like....four.....four and a half....I mean it, you're gonna be in trouble!

The referee reaches the count of two before Ambrose lets go of Del Rio and takes a step back with his hands in the arm, fully aware that if he gets disqualified, Del Rio retains his championship. Ambrose quickly tries to take a cheap shot at Del Rio, who sees it coming from a mile away and ducks under it, causing Ambrose to put himself back first into the turnbuckle and putting Del Rio in the drivers seat. Del Rio returns the favor and throws a punch, forcing Ambrose to instinctively put his hand up to block the punch, but it was all a part of Del Rio's plan, stopping himself from connecting with his fist and backing off. Del Rio looks at Ambrose with a smirk on his face before doing one of his signature winks at Ambrose, and just like that, the mind games have begun. Ambrose, who is clearly unamused by Del Rio's antics, places his fist on his jaw, causing the sound of his neck cracking to reverberate around the ring and into the first few rows of the crowd. The fun and games have ended before they even began. Ambrose walks out of the corner and towards Del Rio, both men circling around one another again, this time, instead of going for another lockup attempt, Ambrose raises his arm into the air, looking to have a battle of strength with Del Rio, who locks eyes with Ambrose, contemplating whether or not this is just another trap.

[JR]
Dean's challenging Alberto to another test of strength, will this one play out any differently though?

[King]
I think it's a trap.


No, of course it's not, Dean's a well behaved young man, he wouldn't do such a thing.

Del Rio takes the bait and raises his right hand up to match Ambrose's left hand. They inch closer and closer with each passing second, Del Rio still clearly hesitant and is on the defensive, ready to counter should the need arise itself. Now a few inches apart, both hand quickly intertwine with one another and lock, neither man wanting to show weakness to the other and apply an equal amount of pressure. Ambrose repeats the process, this time, raising his right hand up and waits for Del Rio to do the same, mouthing, “What are you scared of, amigo?” No words leave Del Rio's mouth, knowing that if he engages in a verbal confrontation with Ambrose, the mind games could be turned against him, or have they already without his knowledge? Del Rio mirrors Ambrose, nothing but air separating their hands from one another. Both their hands lunge forward and connect with the opposing one, a brief battle for control ensuing and ending as quickly as it began, with both men quickly repositioning their hand to what they believe will give them the advantage. They lock eyes with one another, both men waiting for the other to make the move. A stalemate seems to fall between them, neither wanting to fall into the others trap, and just when it seemed like no one will break this stalemate, Ambrose quickly begins to apply pressure, slowly causing Del Rio's back to arch backwards. Del Rio takes this as his opportunity to fight back and successfully does for a short period, undoing all of Ambrose's advances and eventually turning the tables on him, causing him to slowly end up on the losing side of this battle of strength.


Alberto's got him, bah gawd King he's got him!

[JR]
Not bad.


Thanks I've practiced a lot for this moment, I wanted to do it justice.

Though it's still early in not only this contest, but also this back and forth test of strength, neither man seems to have the distinct advantage, yet. Slowly but surely, Del Rio begins to gain the upper hand for a few moments, but Ambrose is having none of it and decide to take matters into his own hand to turn this back in his favor, landing a swift knee to Del Rio's abdomen, causing Del Rio's weakness to show itself for a brief moment: His still hurting abdomen. Ambrose quickly takes advantage of the situation, forcing Del Rio to stand on the tips of his wrestling boots while his back touches the canvas, causing the ref to quickly drop down for the first pinfall attempt of this match. Before the ref could even make a one count, Del Rio's shoulder comes flying up off the canvas, causing Ambrose to force it back down. Again, Del Rio's shoulder refuses to stay down, stopping the count before it has begun. For the third time, Ambrose pushes Del Rio's shoulder back down to the canvas, but it yields the same result. Seemingly out of options, Ambrose decides to throw his entire weight on Del Rio in an attempt to keep Del Rio's shoulder down long enough to get a three count, but he walks into Del Rio's trap. The second Ambrose tries to follow through with his plan, Del Rio's feet stop him in mid air, balancing the psychotic member of The West Side Army with both his legs. Ambrose tries to somehow turn this back in his favor but Del Rio puts an end to that by launching Ambrose up to his feet, causing himself to meet him on level ground once again.

[Michael Cole]
This one is close folks, neither man is in control for long, this is going to be quite a match.

[JR]
Indeed it will be, Cole.

[King]
Ted, who you think has the advantage?


It's tough to say, Alberto's at a slight disadvantage given what went down on Breakdown for sure. But, he could spin that disadvantage into an advantage should Dean start to underestimate him.

With both men now on their feet and their arms still intertwined with one another, Del Rio begins to unload heavy kicks to Ambrose's leg, causing him to stumble backwards, putting Del Rio in control once again. Ambrose tries to retaliate but his kicks seemingly aren't having the same effect on Del Rio that Del Rio's kicks are having on him. Ambrose tries to break the grip between himself and Del Rio but in unsuccessful. After a few more moments, it seems that Del Rio has more than just taken control of the match, it appears that he has neutralized Ambrose in the process. Instead of just standing there and taking the abuse, Ambrose goes for one last ditch effort to get himself out of this predicament and using as much strength as he can muster, pulls Del Rio towards him and begins unloading knee shot after knee shot towards Del Rio's abdomen, bringing The Mexican Aristocrats offense to a screeching halt.


Ouch, that hurts me just watching it!

[JR]
That makes both of us, Dean is just unloading knee after knee, a vicious style for sure.

[Michael Cole]
Vicious and unrelenting.

Ambrose relentlessly continues his assault, repaying Del Rio for all the kicks he received, pushing Del Rio back towards the ropes, Del Rio's saving grace. The ref attempts to get in between Del Rio and Ambrose, but can't. He's forced to begin his count as Ambrose doesn't appear to stop his assault on Del Rio. The count reaches four and just when it seemed that Ambrose would get himself disqualified, he pulls away at the final possible moment, giving Del Rio much needed breathing room. Ambrose takes a few steps back, not taking his eyes off of Del Rio. He wraps his right hand around his left wrist before balling his left hand into a fist and rotating it clockwise, then repeats the gesture with his left hand but instead of rotating it, he simply opens and closes it a few times. Del Rio, with a huge assist to the top rope, remains on his feet, not knowing that Ambrose has hatched an idea in his unhinged brain, and has already bounced off the ropes, making a beeline towards him. The second that Ambrose makes it within striking distance of his target, Del Rio throws his foot up into the air in an attempt to catch Ambrose across the jaw with it, but Ambrose is one step ahead and catches Del Rio's foot in mid air, pulling him away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring.


That's how quick Dean Ambrose is, he sees a kick coming right for his jaw, what does he do? Reach out and grab the foot, he doesn't duck it, he doesn't side step it, he just looks at you and stops you from kicking his jaw in.

[King]
It certainly shows how much different he is from other superstars, he's got a style of his own, his own way of thinking, and considering he's challenging for The World Heavyweight Championship tonight, I'd say it's done wonders for him.

[JR]
He should capitalize though, we've seen Alberto in this predicament before, he'll use his other foot to knock him silly with an enzuigiri!

Ambrose begins mocking Del Rio, both verbally and physically by not only shouting profanities in his direction, but also leaning forward and pulling himself away when Del Rio takes a shot at him. Ambrose shouts out,“Try kicking me now, Del Rio!” in which Del Rio responds with a glare before attempting one of his signature Enziguri's, but that's just what Ambrose wanted. He ducks under Del Rio's leg, causing The Mexican Aristocrat to wildly miss his mark and fall face first into the canvas, giving Ambrose the perfect opening to take a page out of Del Rio's playbook and wraps Del Rio's legs together. Ambrose follows up by leaning forward and positioning his head under Del Rio's left arm, and wrapping his arms around Del Rio's neck, locking him in the Ambrose Stretch.

[Michael Cole]
Looks like Dean saw the same thing you did, JR. He knew it was coming, look at that submission hold!


That's why as champion, from experience here...you've gotta switch things up from time to time. You might have something that works for you, but you're going to have an opponent sooner or later that is one step ahead of you, so you've gotta be two steps ahead of them.

Del Rio begins to attempt to scratch and claw his way to the bottom rope to break this hold, but it doesn't appear that his pull not only his own weight, but Ambrose's as well. Ambrose pulls back on the hold, causing Del Rio to pound the canvas with his free hand in the shape of a fist. Del Rio reaches for the bottom rope but it seems just out of reach, leaving Ambrose to verbally assault Del Rio as much as he pleases, pouring salt into the metaphorical wound. With each passing second that Del Rio is locked in the hold, it's just another second that he's closer to submitting and bringing a potential end to his championship reign. Ambrose continues to pull back as much as he possibly could, not giving Del Rio a chance to catch his breath, but little does he know that Del Rio is slowly inching towards the bottom rope. Being blinded by his hatred for Del Rio may come back to cost Ambrose in the long run. Del Rio's hand takes hold of the bottom rope and Ambrose doesn't notice it until the referee begins to make his five count.  


That a boy Alberto!

[JR]
The referee's counting away but it doesn't seem like Dean notices.

[Michael Cole]
That's clearly unfair, Dean can't see that Alberto's hand is on the ropes, how is that fair to Dean?


I know right? It's like, yell a little louder into Dean's ear will ya'? Maybe he can't hear the referee over the thousands and thousands of people chanting Dean Ambrose.

[King]
Uh, nobody is chanting that.


Sure they are, maybe not anyone in this arena....but somewhere around the world there's some people chanting his name, with forks jabbed into their noggins, and that's why Dean can't hear the referee telling him that Alberto reached the ropes. I mean it's plain as day to see that that's why Dean hasn't broken the submission, it has nothing at all to do with the fact that he's trying to exploit the rules or anything, he'd never do that.

[Michael Cole]
Finally, someone agrees.


Yeah, about that....I may have been making fun of the fact that you always say the most asinine things and warp reality into this twisted mess of idiocy. But, if it means anything at all, at least that wasn't the stupidest thing you've ever said...I mean it's at least top five, but you've said way stupider!  

By the two count, Ambrose looks at the ref, wondering why he's decided to count at this point in time. At three, he begins shouting at the referee, telling him to stop his count. And at four, Ambrose realizes that Del Rio has reached the bottom rope without his knowledge, quickly breaking the hold and narrowly avoiding being disqualified yet again in this heated contest.

[JR]
And with that, Alberto is free, can he turn things around?

[Michael Cole]
I'd respond to that, but apparently I never make any sense so I'll just keep my mouth shut.

[King]
Finally, that's all we've wanted since the time you whined after you broke your hand from punching Ted in the jaw.

[Michael Cole]
That never happened!


Yeah King, who hurts breaks their hand from punching someone in the jaw? Cole might be weak, he might be scrawny, but there is no way that happened. And I so do not have a framed photo of said incident hanging in my office at home. No sir, I do not!

Del Rio uses the ropes to slowly lift his battered body to a standing position but before he can do anything else Ambrose charges in to try and get a big move off but Del Rio ducks his shoulder and lifts the charging challenger up over the top rope but Dean manages to land on the apron,Alberto turn as Dean tries a big closed fist but he blocks the blow and delivers a huge slap across Ambrose's face! Dean become infuriated and rushes into the ring and as he does this Alberto slides outside the ring and onto the apron? Dean reaches out trying to grab at his opponent but the savey champion grabs a hold of Dean's arm and drops down to the ring floor wringing Ambrose's arm over the top rope!


[Michael Cole]
Now that's just uncalled for, that could have torn Dean's arm right out of it's socket!

[JR]
Which in a Championship match is something that heavily plays into Alberto's finishing maneuver, the rolling cross armbreaker.




That it does, and I will say that I've had that move applied to me a time or two before, leave no doubt about it that is one move you want to avoid. To imply that it hurts doesn't quite cover the range of pain you're subjected to.

Alberto dives under the bottom rope as Dean recoils from the snap over the top rope and the Mexican Aristocrat goes on the attack. He throws a vicious side kick to the already targeted arm that sends Ambrose reeling across the ring. Alberto closes in on the challenger and delivers another side kick that corrals Ambrose into the ring corner where Alberto starts teeing off vicious lefts and rights to the challenger who can only put up his arms and try and block as many blows as possible. Del Rio starts slowing down, getting more precise with his strikes and Ambrose can only bide his time as the champion isn't letting up. Del Rio cocks back for one huge blow but Ambrose strikes back by firing off several quick, stiff shots to Del Rio's gut! Ambrose forces the issue on Alberto and gets him to the center of the ring. Ambrose delivers a kick to the damaged gut of Alberto causing him to keel over, he follows by taking the champion's neck and slowly turning it until the back of it rests on Ambrose's shoulder, he pauses for a moment before dropping down and snapping off a hangman's neckbreaker!

[King]
A neckbreaker like that is not easy to recover from, the impact, the angle, it's another reason why Dean Ambrose is so dangerous.


Dangerous indeed, but it's not going to win him this match. Alberto can kick out with his legs, he can pop that shoulder right off the mat, Dean needs to go for one of the two limbs, especially since his arm isn't exactly at full strength right now.

[JR]
A very strong point there, but you could argue that a neck breaker like that softens him up for that headlock driver of his.

[Michael Cole]
Which is why it's brilliant, the opponent's neck almost snaps when their head is planted against the canvas, so it's quite the move.

Ambrose gets to his feet with a pep in his step as he once again has the edge over the World champ. He doesn't take much of a break as he starts picking up Del Rio of the mat and tries whipping Alberto into the ropes but Del holds onto Ambrose's arm and with it extended he leaps and drives both his knees into the arm causing even more damage! As Ambrose tries getting up Del Rio fires a Super Kick at him but he ducks his head at the last second and rolls up Del Rio in a school boy pin!


That's a textbook Schoolboy right there, does he have him?!




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2!



[Michael Cole]
I think he's got him!






Alberto pops out of the pin and both men simultaneously reach their feet but when they do Del Rio grabs Dean from behind by the waist and lifts him up and plants him with a bridging German suplex! The shoulders are down!

[JR]
No he doesn't have him, but Alberto might have him!




1!



What a beautiful German, and no honey I'm talking about the move that Alberto just did, not the lady over there that I totally haven't even looked at for more than seven seconds.





2!



[King]
He got his shoulder up, but he's still caught in Del Rio's grasp!




Dean slips out of the pin but doesn't escape Del Rio's grip which is still tight around his waist. Dean starts shooting elbows to the side of Alberto's head, loosening the champion's grip, Dean turns around, facing Del Rio now and delivers and arm clap to both sides causing Del Rio to completely release Dean and focus on covering his ears. Dean pounces on the chance to gain the edge and grabs Del Rio, spinning him around and drilling a forearm to the face. He backs Del Rio into the ropes and whips him across the ring and as he returns sticks his knee out and drills him in the stomach! Del Rio flips over the knee onto the mat and is writhing in pain but it's about to get much worse as Dean comes leaping in, drilling a knee right into the lower back of of the champion. Ambrose stays down and tries going the submission route again as he hooks Alberto's arm and tries cinching in the cross-face to lock in the cross-face chicken wing submission but Alberto keeps blocking his arm.

[Michael Cole]
Dean's trying to lock it in!

[JR]
But Alberto's doing all he can to make sure he doesn't!

After a few more moments of struggling Dean gives up the cross-face, but still keeps Del Rio's arm locked in behind his back, Alberto struggles doing it but he manages to make it up to his feet, sadly this is what Ambrose was expecting and before he can do anything else Ambrose grabs the other arm behind Del Rio's back and lifts him up, high into the air for the hook and Ladder! But before Dean can drive him down Alberto frees his arms and wraps his legs around Dean's body, whipping him across the ring with a body scissor takedown?! Dean goes tumbling across the mat and only stops when he hits the corner, He pulls himself up only to see a charging Del Rio looking for his running enzuigri! Dean ducks the attempt and rolls out of the corner but has his back turned to it. Alberto lands on his feet after whiffing the kick and scurries to the top rope! Dean turns to see Alberto mid climb and hurries, rushing in to interrupt his ascent to the top with a solid forearm to the ribs. Alberto can barely hang on following the shot and is more focused on shutting out the pain than stopping his opponent's next move, which Dean just so happens to make a big one as he lifts Del Rio off the turnbuckles and carries him to center ring before tucking his head under one arm and stepping and driving Del Rio into the mat with a Midnight Special! Ambrose rolls Del Rio over for the cover!


That was textbook ugly! Alberto hit that mat in a way I've hit it so many times in the past, and believe me it is never easy to get back up from that.







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[King]
It doesn't look like he's going to!




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[Michael Cole]
Dean Ambrose is about to become World Heavyweight Champion for the first time in his career!





3! No! Kickout!



That fight in Alberto Del Rio is something I admire, he could have just laid down and admitted defeat, but he will use every last bit of everything he has inside of him to retain that title and win this match.

Del Rio's shoulder goes flying up off the canvas at the final possible moment, keeping the hope that he'll defeat Dean Ambrose tonight and retain his World Heavyweight Championship alive. Ambrose, on the other hand, is livid that it wasn't a three count and a look that could be misconstrued as disbelieve appears on his face for a split second before it fades. Ambrose looks up towards the ref and begins shouting profanities towards him, not leaving out the fact that, in his mind, it was in fact a three count. The referee isn't having any of it and insures that it was a two. He rises up to his feet and takes a step towards the referee, who, as a safety precaution, takes a hold of his own shirt and pulls it towards Ambrose, telling him that if anybody lays a hand on him, he'll disqualify them.

[JR]
Dean Ambrose cannot believe it, and I must admit, I find it hard to as well.

[Michael Cole]
How did Alberto kick out? I'm with Dean, tell that referee to count faster, there's no way he should have kicked out of that.


You'd be surprised what a man can do when his back is against that canvas, and thousands of screaming fans are cheering in the background, wanting only one thing, for you to kick out and KICK ASS!

[King]
I can recall a number of times when it looked like you were beat, and you somehow, someway did the impossible.


That's what having thousand and thousands of people screaming your name at the top of their lungs can do for a guy. It gets the blood boiling, the adrenaline pumping, the thought of failure running through your head a mile a minute to the point that you tell yourself failure is NOT an option.

[JR]
A very strong insight to what we've just witnessed, I must say it's nice having a man that's still an active competitor analyze this match with us.


Well I haven't had a match in months so I don't know if I'm THAT active, but the point stays the same. I respect Alberto a great deal because of his fight, we're a lot alike in that sense, we refuse to give up, and that's something that a lot of people don't know how to deal with.

[Michael Cole]
So how does Dean Ambrose deal with a man that won't quit?


That's a question that many of men have asked themselves when in that ring with me, and not a lot of them have had the answer. Need I remind you of the time Wade Barrett slammed me through the roof of The Hell in a Cell? Everyone thought I was finished, and then what happened? I dropped every jaw in that building when I said no! I heard the cheers, and something inside of me gave me the strength to keep getting up.

Ambrose doesn't seem amused by the referee, almost as if he's going to test his theory, but before he has a chance to, Ambrose spots Del Rio showing signs of life. He turns his attention away from the referee and takes a step towards Del Rio, his arms down at his side and his head tilted. Del Rio rolls over to his stomach to avoid being pinned again and makes it to all fours. Ambrose continues to examine Del Rio, seeing how much he's got left in the tank and how much pain he's been through thus far. A smirk comes across Ambrose's face as he is fully aware that he is in control of the match and drops down to a knee besides Del Rio, who is breathing heavily and still on his hands and knees. He begins mouthing, “Everything okay, amigo?” in which Del Rio doesn't reply, causing Ambrose to continue with, “Good, because I'm just getting started.”

He rises back up to his feet and takes a step back, sizing up a slowly rising Del Rio. Ambrose begins slapping the back of his hand, almost mocking the World Heavyweight Champion, and theatrically balls his hand into a fist before releasing a calculated closed fist the second Del Rio pushes himself off of his hands and is sitting up on his knees. Del Rio almost loses his balance and avoids being sent back to the canvas by placing his hand on the mat to keep himself up. Ambrose moves his hands behind his back and leans forward, mouthing something towards Del Rio and seemingly giving him a free shot. Del Rio takes the bait and swings his fist at Ambrose, but it was just a ploy by Ambrose to get into Del Rio's head, moving his head away from Del Rio's fist and avoiding contact.

[JR]
Dean's toying with The World Heavyweight Champion, he believes he's in full control, but that could come back to bite him.

[Michael Cole]
As if, Alberto's just dragging this out for as long as he can, he knows his title reign is ending with this match, and that's a fact.

[King]
Correction Cole, that's an opinion.

Another punch finds its mark as Ambrose sends Del Rio staggering backwards, almost losing his balance again but keeps himself up. Seemingly becoming bored that Del Rio isn't fighting back as he thought he would, Ambrose wraps his arm around Del Rio's neck and pulls him up to his feet, still locked in the hold. Just when it seemed like Ambrose would plant Del Rio's skull into the canvas with a DDT, the look in his eyes say that he has something else in mind, and almost as if right on cue, Ambrose begins unloading knee shot after knee shot towards Del Rio's exposed abdomen. After what must have felt like an eternity for the recipient of the assault, Ambrose releases his hold and shoves Del Rio into the nearest turnbuckle, catching him with a flying forearm shot to his jaw the second his back met said turnbuckle.


I'll admit, this is a little hard to watch, Dean's doing everything he can to maintain control, and that's why Alberto has gotta do something to turn the tide or else he's done for.

[King]
You've gotta believe that being put through a table at the hands of the now Number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship at the end of last week's Main-Event has played a role in Alberto's lack of offense in this match.

[JR]
Absolutely King, without a doubt in my mind that has done Alberto no favors.

With Del Rio seemingly still not having recovered from the Midnight Special, Ambrose keeps the pressure on by unloading a series of forearm shots after the initial blow. If Del Rio wasn't out of it before, he is now. He abruptly stops his assault and places his forearm on the side of Del Rio's face, sliding it off, causing Del Rio to hold the side of his face with his hand. Ambrose is having none of it and pulls Del Rio's head back up and repeats the process, yielding the same result. He then takes a hold of Del Rio's arm and tries to fling him across the ring to the turnbuckle opposite of them, but Del Rio still has some fight left in him and manages to turn it around on Ambrose, sending him towards the turnbuckle instead.

[Michael Cole]
Alberto turned that around on him, is this the time where he turns the match in his favor?

[King]
Come on Del Rio, show that smug bastard why you're The World Heavyweight Champion.


There's no need for name calling, King. Dean Ambrose might be a lot of things...but...well, okay a bastard is probably one of them, but still.

Instead of colliding with the turnbuckle, Ambrose, using his momentum, pushes himself off the canvas and flies over an incoming Del Rio, causing him to crash into the turnbuckle instead, and begins to run towards the ropes He ricochets off said ropes and catches Del Rio with a lariat as he turns around, nearly decapitating the Mexican Aristocrat. Ambrose's momentum sends him into the ropes on the opposite end, which he uses to pull himself up off the mat using nothing put the top rope to keep himself up, before stomping onto the canvas with both feet. Ambrose looks back at the fallen Del Rio, another smirk gracing his face as he backs himself into the nearest turnbuckle.

Ambrose measures up Del Rio, who is still laid out in the center of the ring, and slowly raises his arm up towards him. He begins to line up his shot as Del Rio starts to slowly rise up to his knees, unaware that Ambrose has begun to size him up for what appears to be the Knee Trembler. After a few more moments, Ambrose “pulls the trigger,” the imitation of false recoil sending his hand upwards, and begins to make a beeline towards his target: Alberto Del Rio. Ambrose closes in on Del Rio, who catches Ambrose across the jaw with a desperation Superkick seemingly out of nowhere, sending Ambrose to the canvas in an instant.


That's what I'm talking about! All it takes is one move, and WHAM!

Del Rio begins crawling towards Ambrose, who must be out cold after being caught off guard with that Superkick. He reaches Ambrose and throws an arm over his chest, causing the referee to drop down and make the count.

[JR]
That kick was heard all the way in the cheap seats!

[Michael Cole]
Are you kidding me?! This can't be over, not like this!



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Thr- Kickout!


Way to go, Dean! I did not think he had it in him to kick out of that, but man did he ever teach me not to doubt him.

[King]
The fans are booing, they thought that was it too.


C'mon guys, did you really want the match to be over this soon? I get it, Dean's the bad guy, but even guys like him deserve a little props for not getting knocked off so easily.

It is now Ambrose who gets his shoulder up off the mat, keeping the match alive for himself. With the tables now being turned, it's Del Rio who has a look of disbelieve etched on his face, believing in his mind that this match should already be over after that. Not giving Ambrose any breathing room, Del Rio continues to go on the offensive, picking up Ambrose off the canvas, but Ambrose has other plans, managing to shove Del Rio off of him and sends him towards the ropes. Without a moments notice, Del Rio is sent running back at Ambrose and before he could do anything, Del Rio has side stepped him and taken Ambrose by his arm, Irish Whipping him towards the adjacent ropes. Ambrose bounces back towards Del Rio and tries to counter whatever he has in mind, but Del Rio is slightly quicker on the draw, lifting Ambrose up into the air and spinning him before dropping him back down across his knee with a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker!

[JR]
Del Rio is finally in control, Dean doesn't know what to think right now.

[Michael Cole]
This is ridiculous, Ambrose was just in control, how could this happen?!

Instead of going for the pinfall attempt, Del Rio, just like Ambrose earlier, backs himself into the nearest turnbuckle, sizing up Ambrose for what appears to be another Superkick. Del Rio begins to slap the side of his leg, causing a “Si!” chant to break out with each slap. Ambrose, still near the center of the ring, is shown holding his lower back, still feeling the effects of the Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker. He sits up, his back still arched, and shifts his weight forward in an attempt to rise up to his feet. Del Rio is just chomping at the bit for another opportunity to kick Ambrose in the jaw once again. Ambrose makes it up to his knees, giving Del Rio the cue he needed to charge forward and attempt another Superkick but before it could connect, Ambrose barely sees it coming and is able to catch it just inches from his face.


That sum bitch caught him again! This is crazy!

[King]
You're telling us, what a match these two are putting on here in the Main-Event of Uprising!

[JR]
Only one of these men can head into Final Stand as World Heavyweight Champion, and that's what this fight is all about!


Or neither of them could be...wait what? Hey look at that, Dean's still got Alberto caught, let's pay attention to that!

Ambrose quickly rises up to his feet, still holding Del Rio's foot in his hands, and before Del Rio could attempt anything that will get him out of this predicament, Ambrose takes Del Rio's foot and using all his strength, throws it towards his right, causing Del Rio to spin around. Not letting a moment go to waste, Ambrose quickly hooks Del Rio's arms behind his back and attempts to lift him up into the air for the Hook & Ladder, but Del Rio hooks his leg behind Ambrose's, putting a halt to the move. Del Rio follows up by breaking out of Ambrose's grip and shoves him towards the ring ropes. Ambrose bounces off of them and comes running back towards Del Rio, who seemingly attempts another Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker, but Ambrose sees it coming and uses Del Rio's momentum against him, spinning out of the move and landing behind him.

[JR]
He's behind him!

It is now Ambrose who pushes Del Rio towards the ropes. Del Rio ricochets back towards Ambrose, who attempts to hit Moxicity the second that Del Rio is within range, but The Mexican Aristocrat has other plans. Del Rio, just like Ambrose did to him, is able to spin out of the move midway through it and using Ambrose's body to his advantage, rotates around him and drops him to the canvas, quickly locking in the Cross Armbreaker in the process! The referee drops down to the canvas and begins to ask Ambrose if he wants to submit. Without giving it a second though, Ambrose quickly shouts out, “No!” as Del Rio begins to apply pressure to the hold, repaying him for the Ambrose Stretch earlier on in the match.

[King]
There's that armbreaker we were talking about earlier, looks like he's ready to do some damage!

[Michael Cole]
Oh come on!


I know right, Cole? Just when you think this match can't get any better, it does!

A million thoughts must be racing through Ambrose's mind, one of which might be him trying to figure out just how the hell he got put into this predicament. He raises his free arm up towards the rope, but it's just a little too far away for him to reach. The more he tries to pull himself towards the ropes, the more pain he puts himself in and he's not only pulling himself towards the ropes, he's got to pull Del Rio's weight as well if he wants to break this deadly submission hold. A few more attempts prove futile for Ambrose's goal of reaching the bottom rope and it quickly appears that Del Rio might walk away with his World Heavyweight Championship if this keeps up. Seemingly out of options, Ambrose decides to go for one last ditch effort of breaking out of this hold and using all his remaining strength, he shifts his weight towards Del Rio, turning the submission into a pinfall attempt in his favor.

[JR]
Now that's one way to get out of it!





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[Michael Cole]
YES!


Ha! Would you look at that, Del Rio is one tenacious mother trucker!

[Michael Cole]
Did you really just say that?!


Well I can't exactly say the other thing! My son's at home watching this with my wife, he'd get confused if I said Mother Father!

Del Rio uses his power to not only kick out from the pinning predicament he was put into, but also puts Ambrose on the receiving end of the submission hold once again. Ambrose pounds his fist onto the canvas with his free hand, showing his frustrations with almost defeating Del Rio while he had the Cross Armbreaker locked in. Del Rio begins shouting at Ambrose, telling him to tap out, but all Ambrose does is struggle to get out of this submission attempt. Ambrose tries to sit up to see if there are other ways of escaping, but Del Rio quickly thwarts those plans by forcing Ambrose back to the canvas, but instead of forcing Ambrose to do something he's never done before since returning over a year ago: Submit, it instead gives him an idea.

Ambrose bends his knees and firmly plants his feet on the canvas while his back remains on the mat, and using as much strength as he could muster, Ambrose pushes himself off the canvas in an attempt to flip over and turn the submission against Del Rio. The first attempt quickly proves to be a failure, but that doesn't stop him from trying again. The second time yields the same result. A third attempt nearly gets him to where he needed to be but fell just short of accomplishing his goal. The fourth attempt shows that Ambrose is just inches short of being able to turn this submission around and begins to kick his legs in an attempt to get himself to flip but Del Rio forces him back to his original position. The momentum Ambrose gets from that allows him for one final attempt, it's all or nothing for Ambrose as he tries one last time. Del Rio tries to stop him again but it's too late, Ambrose has managed to turn Del Rio over to his stomach and quickly breaks out of the hold.

[JR]
He's out! He's broken out of the Cross Armbreaker!

[Michael Cole]
Now win yourself a title, Dean!

[JR]
He's gotta act fast if he wants to take back control of this match.

Before Del Rio could make it to his feet to meet Ambrose on equal footing, Ambrose jumps towards Del Rio's left arm and quickly locks in a Fujiwara Armbar with his good arm, allowing his right arm to rest for a moment. Ambrose quickly pulls back as far as he possibly can, causing Del Rio to quickly reach for the ropes, but he's just inches away. Ambrose begins to apply more and more pressure with each passing second, turning the tables on Del Rio, who attempts to throw his foot over the bottom rope, and succeeds, causing the referee to begin his count. Ambrose uses the full count to his advantage, breaking the submission just before the five count.


You'd think the referee would count a little faster since Dean keeps ignoring the rules, but I guess that's why I never became a free, just a guy that's been screwed by a few.

Del Rio is shown holding his left arm, but Ambrose isn't done just yet. After a few well placed stomps to Del Rio's arm, he pulls him up to his feet, landing a few forearm shots to his exposed face. Ambrose begins to wrap Del Rio's arms on the ring ropes, but can't quite hook them just yet, as Del Rio is still putting up a fight. A few knees to the gut quickly put an end to that and Ambrose ties Del Rio's arms in between the top and middle ropes, trapping him and leaving Del Rio at the mercy, or lack thereof, of Dean Ambrose. After a combination of slaps and punches, Ambrose turns around and runs towards the ropes. The referee decides to step in before any real damage could be inflicted and attempts to release Del Rio, but what the referee doesn't anticipate is Ambrose rebounding back towards them and lands a running dropkick on not only Del Rio, but also the referee, sending him flying out of the ring and crashing onto the thinly layered padding on the outside.

[Michael Cole]
Dean Ambrose just took out both The World Heavyweight Champion and the referee of this match!

[JR]
I can't tell if that was intentional or not, but now this match is without order, there's no official to make sure things don't get out of control.


This is the part of the show where I rip off my suit, and under it is a referee shirt!

[King]
Is there really?!




Nah, but wouldn't that just be the best thing ever if I did?

The dropkick not only sent the referee to the outside, it also sent Del Rio to the canvas, freeing him from the ropes. Del Rio struggles to his feet as Ambrose is looking towards the outside at the seemingly out cold referee. He turns his attention back to Del Rio, who is now on a knee,  and walks towards him at a quickened pace. Before Del Rio could even make it to his feet, Ambrose wraps an arm around Del Rio's neck and drills him into the canvas with a Headlock Driver. Ambrose drops down to the mat and goes for a cover, quickly realizing that the ref isn't able to make the count. He decides to take matters into his own hands and begins to slap the canvas, imitating the referee's counts, in which, the live audience in attendance joins in.




{Crowd}
1!


[JR]
ONE!





{Crowd}
2!


[King]
TWO!



{Crowd}
3!


THREE! DEAN AMBROSE IS THE- Oh, wait....no he's not, FALSE ALARM! I got a little excited there, sorry guys.

Ambrose rises up to his feet, clearly less than pleased that the referee was taken out inadvertently. He kicks the bottom rope in rage, knowing that if the referee was up, he would be the World Heavyweight Champion right now. Another realization sets in, the referee is out cold outside the ring, which means that the rules are thrown out the window for the time being. A sick smirk quickly follows this revelation as Ambrose begins to reach into his boot, pulling out his trust lead pipe, and begins to size up Del Rio.


Whoa whoa whoa, HOW SKINNY ARE HIS ANKLES THAT HE CAN FIT A WHOLE STEEL PIPE INSIDE OF HIS BOOTS?!

[JR]
Someone's gotta do something!


Oh yeah that someone should be me, shouldn't it? Guess my heroic tendencies are a little rusty from my time away, AWAY I GO! STOP RIGHT THERE YOU...what's a good line to call someone a cheater, but...you know, more badass like?

[King]
Quick, he's getting ready to use it!

[Michael Cole]
And it's not Ted's job to stop it!


Evil doer seems a little too comic bookie for me, what about scumbag? Scumbag is always a nice go to word when trying to anger someone.

[JR]
Ted!


Oh right, I should be going huh?

Little does Ambrose know that Ted has left his position at the commentary table and started walking towards him. Del Rio begins to slowly rise, and just as he's about to go for the killing blow, Ted hops onto the apron and pulls the lead pipe out of Ambrose's hand, causing him to turn around with a look of confusion and shouts, “What are you doing!?” Ted doesn't reply and instead hops back off the apron, seemingly intent on keeping this match fair, even in the referee's absence. Ambrose quickly turns back at Del Rio and ducks a clothesline attempt, and runs towards the ropes. He ricochets off of them and ducks another clothesline, and flies through the ropes to the outside, catching an unsuspecting Ted DiBiase with a Suicide Dive and sending him over the commentary table and onto Michael Cole's lap before they both go crashing into the floor.

[JR]
Good gawd almighty! Are you two okay?!

[King]
Dean just took a page out of Ted's book with that suicide dive that sent him flying!

Ambrose extends his arms and shouts, “That's what happens when you stick your nose in my business!” at Ted, but unbeknownst to Ambrose, Del Rio has scaled the turnbuckle and is waiting for Ambrose to turn around. The second he does, Del Rio soars through the air and catches Ambrose with a crossbody, sending him back first into the announcers table, and causes him to drop to his knees with his back arched and his arms in the shape of fists. The face on Ambrose's face says it all, as much as he tries to cover it up, it's apparent that he's in pain. Ambrose takes wild swing, hitting nothing but air, before he falls down towards the padding on the outside. Del Rio, on the other hand, couldn't be more fired up after that and has put himself back in control after one move.

[JR]
WHAT A CROSSBODY!

[King]
The fans are going crazy!

[JR]
You two better get up, you just missed one hell of a dive from Alberto Del Rio!



As Ted and Michael try recover behind the announcer's table, Alberto pushes forward with his attack plan. He lifts Dean up to his feet, scooping him up onto his shoulder and after a a moment drops him face first onto the announcer's table. Ambrose recoils backwards checking his face for any damage but Alberto doesn't let up and comes from behind grabbing and slamming Dean's head onto the apron, Dean tries to get away but Alberto refuses to let go and instead slams him back into the apron and drags Dean's face across the mat before getting near the ring post. Alberto doesn't miss a beat and takes a hold of Dean's arm, he starts to wrap it around the ring post but Dean collects himself and yanks Alberto shoulder first into the ring post!

[JR]
Folks we're two men down on this commentary team, but the action is still going strong!

[King]
It's nonstop and it's hard to look at! The sound that was made from Alberto's shoulder being rammed into that ring post is a sound that hurts me just hearing it!

[JR]
I'm sure we're at a collective agreement that we're glad we're not Alberto Del Rio right now.

Dean shakes the cobwebs loose after the flurry of shots to his head before refocusing on the champ. He stalks up behind the retreating Del Rio and grabs him, spinning him around and dragging him back towards the announcer's table where Ted and Michael have now recovered and re-positioned themselves. Dean starts badgering again with Ted DiBiase "You think I'm done with you?!"

[JR]
Look out Ted!


Again?! Does this guy not know I'm not his opponent....well, not yet anyways.

[Michael Cole]
Get him, Dean!

As Dean says this he grabs Alberto's arm and whips him right at Ted! As Alberto is hurdling towards Ted he leaps and places one foot on Dibiase's knee and uses it to springboard right back at Dean and drill him an enzuiguri kick! Dean collapses to the ringside mat as Del Rio stays fired up besides that brief hiccup in momentum. He goes to Dean and drags him up to his feet and slides him under the bottom ropes and dives in after him, going for the cover! The referee is starry eyed, having just gotten back up to his feet, he rushes in for the count.

[King]
That was incredible!


The unintentional assist by DiBiase, Dean Ambrose did not see that one coming!

[Michael Cole]
The referee should disqualify you for that.




And Stephanie should should fire you for wishing harm on your fellow commentator, for shame Michael, I thought we had something special!



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[JR]
Bah gawd, he's still in this thing!

[King]
What will it take to put away this relentless challenger?

[Michael Cole]
Nothing! He is leaving this building as World Heavyweight Champion and there's nothing that's going to stop that.


Oh? Nothing you say? That's a bold little claim to make there Cole, I'm sure glad none of us have a briefcase containing a World Heavyweight Championship match whenever they want it, otherwise you'd sure look foolish right about now!

Dean gets his shoulder up! Alberto shows minor frustration that the kick didn't put down his challenger but thinks proactively and takes hold of an arm, twisting it around his knee and leaping, driving Ambrose's arm into the mat! Del Rio doesn't give Ambrose time to regroup as he wrings the same arm and lifts Ambrose up by the arm. Alberto immediately ties him into a hammerlock as well and Del Rio charges Ambrose back first into the corner sandwiching his arm between the turnbuckle pads and his own back! As Dean staggers to center ring Alberto sprints towards the ropes and on the approach connects with a step enzuiguri right to the injured arm!! Alberto springs himself up to his feet and beats on his chest, pumped up by the momentum. He turns to the downed Dean and gives one of his patented grins, he starts slapping his arm and the crowd livens up knowing what follows! Dean begins to stir and as he reaches his feet Del Rio hooks the arm and jumps, spinning but as Del Rio tries taking him to the mat Dean widens his base and blocks the submission!

[Michael Cole]
Think again, Del Rio!


Ha, that's funny, you telling someone to think!

[JR]
Look at Dean! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!

Dean uses all his grit and toughness to push through the pain and lift Del Rio into the air! Before Dean can drive him down Alberto releases and lands on his feet, Ambrose turns and as he does gets tagged by a solid right hook, he spins around and as he does Alberto leaps up, two knees in the back and drives him down with a Backstabber! Ambrose grabs at his back but he quickly gets pressed down on the mat for the cover!

[King]
That's our World Heavyweight Champion right there, and Dean Ambrose did not expect that!

[Michael Cole]
Be quiet, quit being so biased!


Is he actually serious? Or....

[King]
Believe me, he's serious.






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At this rate this match is anyone's to take, maybe even mine...

[Michael Cole]
Don't you dare!

[JR]
Relax Cole, he's kidding.


Yeah, kidding....of course I am.

Dean slips his shoulder up once again! Alberto is visibly frustrated as he couldn't put Ambrose away right there. The champ gets to his feet and goes into a ring corner, squatting down and sizing up Ambrose for his go to finisher move, his Super Kick. As Dean Ambrose once again rises up, Alberto shoots out of the corner and fires off the kick! But Ambrose ducks down! Del Rio spins around only to get drilled by a toe kick and for Dean to instantly grab him by the head and deliver a BIG snap DDT!

[King]
That's a DDT that Jake "The Snake" Roberts would be proud of!

[Michael Cole]
He should be honored that someone like Dean Ambrose is using his lame move.


If there was ever a time for someone to slap you I think this would be the time.

Del Rio's head bounces off the canvas with force before he falls over to his side, as Ambrose sits up, looking back at Del Rio. He makes it up to a knee and uses the ropes to lift himself up to his feet. Ambrose looks down at Del Rio's fallen body and decides to walk towards him, taking a hold of his head to lift him up off the canvas. Del Rio has other plans, however, using the remainder of his strength to push the unsuspecting Dean Ambrose back first into the nearest turnbuckle. He follows up with a flurry of shoulder block upon shoulder block to Ambrose's abdomen, almost knocking the air out of his lungs.

[JR]
Alberto Del Rio showing a lot of aggression!

[Michael Cole]
Hey! Get him out of that corner ref!

[King]
Oh so it's okay for Dean to back Del Rio into a corner, but when it's Ambrose something needs to be done.

Content with the damage he's caused, Del Rio pulls away from Ambrose before landing a swift headbutt that nearly takes him out of it as much as it did Ambrose. He shakes the cobwebs off and begins to scale the turnbuckle, mounting the second rope, and begins unloading closed fists towards Ambrose's exposed head. Ambrose tries to cover up but to no avail as the live audience in attendance joins in, counting each of Del Rio's punches. When it reaches nine, Del Rio pulls back his fist as far as he can and launches it forward, but before it could connect, Ambrose pushes Del Rio off of him, sending him flying over the top rope and onto the outside.


We're in luck boys, the action's coming to us!

[JR]
Look at...would you look at that!

Out of desperation, Del Rio uses his legs to hook on to something, anything, that will stop his fall, luckily managing to take a hold of Ambrose's arm, inadvertently locking in the Cross Armbreaker once again, this time, while hanging upside down above the thinly layered padding outside the ring. Ambrose's eyes widen, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change in offense, as he pulls back to stop himself from going over along with Del Rio, who, given the circumstances, has a tight grip on the only thing keeping him from crashing head first on the outside.

[King]
What kind of man would sacrifice his own well being like that just to hurt another man!

[JR]
Dean Ambrose is a sick individual, if there's anyone who has no regard for their own health or safety, it's gotta be him.

[Michael Cole]
He's not sick, he's smart!


It hurts to say this, like it's killing me inside just thinking it, but Cole's right. Alberto is so aggravated at this point that he just wanted to let loose on Dean, so the match would have just ended by disqualification if Dean didn't do something. Although that was a bit, over the top....

[Michael Cole]
Tell me you did not just say that...


But...but...that was totally unintentional!

The referee begins his count, unbeknownst to either man due to one being in extreme pain and the other hanging on for dear life. The sounds of the referee making his count falls on deaf ears, with Ambrose trying to figure out a way out of this hold while Del Rio is using all his strength to keep this match alive for himself. By the count of three, Ambrose realizes the situation he's in, if Del Rio keeps the hold locked in, Ambrose will win the match but Del Rio will still walk out as the World Heavyweight Champion. It is now four and with the final nail in the coffin just around the corner, Ambrose tries one last ditch effort to keep this match from ending in a Disqualification and climbs up onto the bottom rope before throwing himself over the top rope, sending both himself and Del Rio crashing onto the padding on the outside with a sickening thud.

[JR]
This is one match I don't think either of us expected, they're really pulling out all the stops to win.

[King]
That's what you've gotta do to be the best.


After watching a match like this, I am DYING to get in that ring and have a match just like it!

[Michael Cole]
You haven't had a match like this in your entire career.


I can't help but feel like I angered you somehow, did I accidentally elbow you in the nuts when Dean flew into me? I mean, it didn't feel like I hit anything, but then again, that would explain why you're so angry all the time.

After what must have felt like an eternity, Ambrose is the first to show signs of life, using the ring steps to pull himself towards them while Del Rio remains motionless just a few feet away. Ambrose makes it up to his knees and on level with the steps. He stares at them for a second and without a moments notice, begins to drive his seemingly hurt shoulder into them, potentially to get some feeling back into his arm. Ambrose stops for a moment and looks back towards Del Rio, who has now slowly started to move, causing Ambrose to turn back and continue to drive his shoulder into the steps.

[JR]
Good gawd, what the hell is he doing?!

[King]
Has he gone mad?!


Well, as a guy that's seen the doctor's back there a few times in my day, that's pretty much what they do!

Del Rio struggles to his feet, using the time keepers area to lift himself up, slowly but surely. Meanwhile, Ambrose has stopped driving his shoulder into the ring steps, looking up with his eyes closed, almost as if he's enjoying the pain. Del Rio finally makes it to his feet as Ambrose has begun doing the same, using the steps to pull himself up. The Mexican Aristocrat is the first up and without wasting a moment, makes a beeline towards his target, who turns around just in time to see Del Rio charging at him and using his quick thinking, is able to force Del Rio to go face first into the ring steps using a swift drop toe hold.

[Michael Cole]
What a counter by Dean Ambrose, Alberto is gonna feel that in the morning.

[King]
You got that right!

[JR]
There's no disputing that.




With what he's gone through, a headache will be the least of his worries tomorrow morning, let's just hope it'll hurt a little bit less if he can ice his wounds with the golden beauty that is The World Heavyweight Championship.

Ambrose pulls himself back up to his feet and begins walking towards the timekeepers area, turning around and looking back at Del Rio the second he reaches it. He drops down to a knee and begins sizing up the World Heavyweight Champion, who is on his hands and knees just besides the ring steps. A sick smirk graces Ambrose's face before he rises back up to his feet, slowly and dramatically lifting his arm up towards Del Rio in the shape of a gun, He takes a moment to line up the shot, but quickly changes targets and points towards Mr. Money in the Bank himself, Ted DiBiase. Ted raises his arms up into the air, as if Ambrose had a real run pointed at him. Ambrose doesn't seem amused by Ted's antics, his stoic expression still intact. Ambrose's eyes narrow for all of a split second before he “shoots” Ted, who mimics being shot and leans back in his chair, playing dead.

[King]
Uh, Ted?

[JR]
Are you alright?


Uh guys, kinda dead here!

Now taking his focus away from Ted and shifting it back to Del Rio, Ambrose charges forward at a quickened pace, looking not to miss this opportunity again, but Del Rio has other plans and pulls himself out of harms way, sending Ambrose flying over the steel ring steps after colliding knee first into them, giving Del Rio control of the match once more. Not letting this moment go to waste, Del Rio pulls himself up to his feet and begins to walk towards Ambrose, who is on the opposite side of the steps with one hand on his knee and the other in the shape of the fist, pounding the thinly layered padding.

[Michael Cole]
That was horrifying!

[King]
Horrifying, cringe inducing, and just downright painful!

[JR]
This could be exactly what Alberto Del Rio needs to capitalize and retain his title!

Not giving Ambrose a chance to catch his breath, Del Rio takes a hold of Ambrose's head and lifts him up to his feet before throwing him back first into the barricade. Ambrose falls back down to the padding and begins shouting something that isn't picked up on camera, and pounds the padding with his fist once again. Del Rio doesn't stop his assault and lifts him back up to his feet, wrapping his arms around Ambrose's waist, before driving him back first into the apron. Del Rio isn't done, he pulls Ambrose back and then drives him back first into the apron again.

[JR]
No mercy is being shown, and these fans love it!

[King]
I love it too, Alberto's paying Dean back for what he's put him through in this match, you show him why you're the champion Del Rio!

[Michael Cole]
Will the referee restore order to this match already!

[JR]
This match has been chaotic from the get go, I don't think that's going to change as we near the final minutes of it.


You know you guys make it awfully hard for a person to play dead with all this yelling. What'd I miss? I saw a bright light, then it went away, then it came back, then I opened my eyes fully and realized it was one of the spotlights, and now I just feel silly.

[King]
Alberto's taking it to Dean Ambrose, that's what!

[Michael Cole]
Not for long Lawler, just you wait, Dean Ambrose has Alberto Del Rio right where he wants him!

[JR]
Famous last words.

Del Rio lets go of his grip and shoves Ambrose into the ring then scales the ring apron before he begins to ascend the turnbuckle. Upon reaching the top, Del Rio quickly regrets the decision, as Ambrose, in a final attempt to stop Del Rio, quickly makes it to his feet and dives at the top rope, causing Del Rio to lose his balance and ends up going groin first into the top turnbuckle. Ambrose staggers over to Del Rio, hooking his head with arm and pulling him away from the turnbuckle. He hovers a hanging Del Rio over the canvas for a moment before drilling him head first into the canvas with a Headlock Driver! Ambrose quickly rolls Del Rio over to his back and goes for what could potentially be the final pinfall attempt in the match.

[JR]
HE HIT IT! DEAN AMBROSE HIT IT!

[Michael Cole]
HE'S GOING TO WIN, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU ALL!


HOLY SHIT, HE'S GONNA DO IT!

[King]
IS IT OVER?!


1!

[Michael Cole]
ONE!!!







2!



[JR]
TWO!!






3!


THREE! DEAN AMBROSE IS THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

[Michael Cole]
YES! YES! YES!


Pipe down there, Daniel Bryan.

[King]
For the second year in a row, Uprising is Dean Ambrose's night!



Dean Ambrose's theme plays for the second time in the evening, signaling the end of the match. Ambrose makes it back to his feet as Del Rio remains lifeless in the center of the ring. A smirk comes across Ambrose's face while the referee goes to retrieve the World Heavyweight Championship from the timekeeper.

{Justin Roberts}
Here is your winner, and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose!

[JR]
That match was unbelievable folks, and we've got ourselves a brand new World Heavyweight Champion!


A well deserved victory, they gave it all they had, but in the end Dean Ambrose wins The World Heavyweight Championship for the first time in his career!

[Michael Cole]
This is incredible, I knew he could do it, and he did it!



The referee goes to hand the championship to Ambrose, but before he could, Ambrose swipes it from his hand and raises it up into the air, clearly content with managing to one up Del Rio in the closing moments of the match.



Boos continue to rain down into the ring, not managing to faze Ambrose, who must be on cloud 9 after that huge victory. Reality begins to slowly set in, not only is he the World Heavyweight Champion for the first time in his career, but he will also head into the Main Event of this years Final Stand.

[King]
Look at that, there's The WSA to celebrate this victory with the new champion.

[JR]
They might have lost Amazing Red, or Sangriento as he was hiding under the identity of earlier tonight, but you gotta believe this has turned their whole night around.



Just when you think the celebration couldn't get better, members of the West Side Army swarm the ring, ecstatic that one of their own has become the World Heavyweight Champion. Don West walks towards the ring at his own pace, and even though it's quicker than it usually would be, he still arrives later than Del Rey and a still hurting Ryback. West enters the ring as Ambrose proudly places the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, the aura being emitted from the ring going from one extreme to the other. West and Ambrose look at each other for what must feel like an eternity before they both let out a smile and embrace in a hug before West breaks away and lifts Ambrose's arm high into the air.




Aw, that's really heart warming to see. The guy really worked his ass off to get to this point in his career, and I gotta give credit where credit is due. Congratulations Dean, you earned it!

[Michael Cole]
You're damn right he did!

[King]
Alberto Del Rio has nothing to be ashamed of, he gave it all he had, but in the end it wasn't enough.

Ryback and Del Rey lift Ambrose high into the air, the new World Heavyweight Champion on his metaphorical pedestal. Almost as if on cue, pyrotechnics go off high above the ring as confetti follows shortly after, If Ambrose's ego wasn't huge before, it is now. He points towards the Final Stand sign near the ceiling of the arena before raising his newly won World Heavyweight Championship into the air.


You know what? I should go congratulate the guy, and I'll bring my briefcase along so it can congratulate him too!

[King]
Wait, are you?!

[Michael Cole]
He better not be!

[JR]
Business is about to pick up folks, this night's not over yet!

[Michael Cole]
NO! Business better not pick up, I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE RUINS THIS MOMENT FOR DEAN...

[King]
We might be about to crown another new World Heavyweight Champion!

He looks over his shoulder and quickly drops back down to the canvas, knowing that his night might not have come to an end just yet, and it could be just beginning.



On the apron, Ted DiBiase is looking into the ring, his hands wrapped tightly around his Money in the Bank Briefcase, roars of approval from the live audience in attendance fill the arena. Ambrose sees the briefcase and quickly puts two and two together, shouting out, “Do it, I dare you!” towards the leader of the DiBiase Posse. After a brief staredown, Ted shakes his head and mouths, “Not tonight,” causing a mixture of relief and anger appearing on Ambrose's face.

[King]
Ted playing a bit of mind games there, I guess tonight really isn't the night, but when?

[JR]
That's up to Ted himself, it's a great power to have, and it's up to him to decide when he cashes that title shot in.

[Michael Cole]
He's luck he didn't try to cash in, or else I'd have thrown this headset to the ground, ran over to him and given him a piece of my mind.

[King]
I don't think you have any pieces to spare, Cole.

It fades after a moment when he spots Del Rio struggling to make it to the ropes and is replaced with a smirk. He takes a step towards Del Rio, much to the dismay of Don West, who tries to stop him from doing so, but before he could get within range, Ted flies into the ring and stands in front of Ambrose, stopping him from inflicting even more pain on Del Rio. Ambrose looks Ted right in the eye with a serious expression etched on his face, but after a moment, it quickly changes to a laugh as he begins to walk backwards towards the ring ropes before dropping down to his back and rolling out of the ring with the West Side Army following suit shortly after.

[JR]
Ted making sure that Dean Ambrose did not add insult to injury right there.

[Michael Cole]
He should really just mind his own damn business, always sticking his nose in everything.

Ted kneels down, lowering himself to the mat in aid of the fallen former champion Alberto Del Rio. He grabs his hand raising him up to a seated position, patting him on the shoulder telling him it's okay, that he did his best, but you can see the look of disappointment on Del Rio's face. He hangs his head in shame, upset at himself for not having it in him to retain. He fought valiantly, and the fans are heard starting up a "Del Rio" chant in an attempt to cheer him up, but again it doesn't seem to lift his spirits any.

[King]
It's a shame to see a champion like Alberto Del Rio be defeated, but he shouldn't beat himself up over it.

[JR]
I can understand why he is though, he prided himself on being a champion that we could be proud of.

[Michael Cole]
Correction, a champion YOU could be proud of, Dean Ambrose is a champion we all can be proud of!

After realizing that it's going to take more than a quick pick me up line, Ted's eyes shift over to the stage as the sound of shouting coming from the ramp rings through his ears.



Smugly backing up on the ramp, the new World Heavyweight Champion is milking this moment for all it's worth. “I'm the World Heavyweight Champion, you're just a chump!” directing that obviously at Ted, DiBiase just nods throwing his closed fist and extended thumb up in the air not letting Dean get to him at all, despite the new champion's best efforts. “I'll beat you anywhere, any time, ANY PLACE!” mouthing off for one last time, Dean smirks, turning back to his fellow WSA members and raising his title up high for all to see, especially Ted and the man he just took that title from, Alberto Del Rio.

[Michael Cole]
You tell 'em champ!

[King]
Ambrose not short on confidence after dethroning Alberto Del Rio.

[JR]
He has every reason to be showing off his new prize, he just won a hell of a match, and tonight has truly been his uprising.

The Mr. Money in The Bank grabs Alberto's hand, pulling him up to his feet, the fans begin to applaud him for his efforts, meanwhile Dean continues to berate the two of them, making Alberto feel as worse as he could feel after coming up short in what was now his last defense. Ted's a guy that hates seeing someone feel down though, he's spent enough of the last year feeling sorry for himself and being put through hell that to see anyone in such a state of disappointment. The commentary goes quiet, the show meeting it's closing seconds, and we see Ted pulling Alberto in for a hug, patting him on the back, seeing that he could use it after the night he's had. The fans cheer, the match might not have ended how the majority of them wanted it to, but this sight will at least give them somewhat of a happy ending to what has been a truly great show. The XWL closing logo pops up on the screen as Ted pulls away, flashing that cheesy smile of his and it brings out the closest thing to a smile that Alberto could let out at a time like this. “Thank you amigo” grateful for the support Ted's showing him. Alberto places his hand on Ted's shoulder, the two smiling, until only one is smiling...and just as quick as the average fan could blink, this touching moment...has turned sour.

[King]
WHAT?!?!

[JR]
What on God's green Earth just possessed him to do that?!

[Michael Cole]
Did...did....DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!


The fans don't know what to think about what they've just seen...they're silent, jaws have been dropped, and so has Alberto Del Rio! He was lifted off his feet without warning, and slammed to the mat in a quick rotation with a Spinebuster!


[JR]
What the hell has gotten into Ted?!

[King]
Why...why did he...WHY?!


Jumping back up to his feet, Ted looks down at Alberto Del Rio, not saying a word, not moving a muscle, not giving us any reason as to why he just did what he did. Nobody understands it, did Alberto try to attack him or something? It happened so fast, and the crowd hasn't uttered a sound since it did. While Ted's eyes remain locked on what he's just done, one fan in the audience decides to make themselves heard. “Boo!!” Ted's head shifts, tilting to his left, seeing the fan in the front row that's now booing him, and that's when he turns back to the right, in full view of the camera, and calmly let's out a “Oh, did you not like that?” garnering more and more boos after one fan finally spoke up. Ted nods, throwing his hands up in the air and in a slightly louder tone responds with "That's fair.” before reaching down, grabbing Alberto Del Rio's limp carcass off the camera, hoisting him up into the air, and repeating the same process that stunned us all by dropping him to the canvas with another spine shattering Spinebuster!

[King]
OH...OH NO! HE DID IT AGAIN!

[JR]
The fact Ted has damn near broken Alberto's spine, not once, but TWICE now is...it's just plain WRONG! He's suffered enough tonight, dammit!

[Michael Cole]
Either this is a message to the New World Heavyweight Champion, or something entirely different...either way, I don't know what to think!



[King]
What's even possessed him to do this?

[JR]
Not even five minutes ago that man was sitting beside us, calling the Main-Event of tonight's show....and I never could have predicted this would happen!


The boos get louder, and Ted pops up to his feet, pointing at Alberto Del Rio in a stern manner and yelling out "How about that!?” this question does him no favors, it only makes the booing that much louder, and even still...it doesn't upset him. Without letting them have a word in edge wise for long, he removes his suit jacket, throwing it on Alberto showing no respect at all towards him. Unsnapping his buttons, he rips open his shirt, tossing it to the mat, then looks at Alberto Del Rio with cold and emotionless eyes.




Just when you thought it was all over, he pulls Alberto Del Rio back up to his feet, grabbing him tightly under his chin and just staring at him. What is going through his mind, what has possessed him to do this? Without a single caution or care Ted flings Alberto over the ropes and plummeting to the floor on the outside. He casually steps through the ropes, hopping down to the floor and walking over to the announce team.  


[King]
What are you doing, Ted?! Think of your fans, think of The DiBiase Posse!

[JR]
That's the look of a man that doesn't care, King...I think we better get out of here if we don't wanna end up in the crossfire.

[Michael Cole]
You know that's very unprofessional to leave your position, we're supposed to stay here until ev- HEY! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THIS LUNATIC! WAIT FOR ME!


They quickly get out of their chairs, or as quickly as three older men could, throwing their headsets down and backing away from the situation. Ted rips apart the announce table, throwing the covering out of his way, yanking out the monitors, tossing them to the side, then glides his hand across the announce table, a smirk coming across his face as the fans nearby continue to yell mean things at him, as if that's going to do anything to stop him at this point. Grabbing Alberto Del Rio by his hair, he bashes his face against the exposed table before rolling him further onto it, and then jumping onto it himself, again paying no mind to the thousands and thousands of jeering people Ted kneels down at the battered and beaten former World Champion. He almost looks like he's having regrets, but then he pulls Del Rio's arms behind him, locking him tightly in what has become known as "The Million Dollar Dream" but his pain won't end with a simple submission, Ted raises him up to his feet, unable to stand on his own, barely conscious, looks around at his "Posse" and launches Alberto into the air before he comes crashing through the announce table with The Silencer!

But anything but silence follows as Alberto lies on what's left of the announce table, the same announce table Ted was at earlier when he called Alberto's title match, nobody saw this night ending like this, and that's what has them so angry. They're upset, they're confused, they feel betrayed by the only man left that hasn't tuned his back on them, until now. Towering over Alberto Del Rio, Ted's gaze shifts to his far left, where The Final Stand VI logo is hung for all to see. Showing no remorse for what he's done, he stays standing there, silent...and gazing at the sign as we fade out to the chorus of the booing betrayed fans, and Uprising officially ends.