XWL Breakdown: 2/21/2014 - 2/28/2014

*This week, Breakdown kicks off with a cold open as we see “The Dashingly Insane” Cody Rhodes in his locker, incongruously playing with a recently released XWL action figure playset. Naturally, however, Cody has set himself up in the center of the ring, holding the XWL World Heavyweight Championship up high and proud with both Ted DiBiase and the Rock besides him, out cold. He smirks, enjoying the own little fantasy world he’s concocted for himself, when suddenly his door is heard opening. He looks up and immediately groans.*

[Cody Rhodes]
What are you doing here?



*It isn’t long until our questions are answered, as Goldust quickly crawls onto the screen! The crowd here in The Struggle pop, but Cody doesn’t seem to be as pleased to see his brother.*

[Goldust]
I just wanted to… drop by.



*Goldust licks his lips as he picks up a Ryback figure laying outside the ring, before turning around and knocking over the Cody figure standing in the center of the ring. Goldust props The Ryback up in the center of the ring, raising his arms for the “FEED ME MORE” chant.*

[Cody Rhodes]
Hey! What are you doing?

[Goldust]
I’m making it better.

[Cody Rhodes]
I don’t even know who that cretin is, how could he take me down?

[Goldust]
I take it you don’t catch the rest of the show too often.

[Cody Rhodes]
I only watch the parts with me in them.

*Scoffing.*

[Goldust]
Typical.



[Cody Rhodes]
Look, if you have something to say to me, can’t you just try to act normal for once and sit in a chair?

[Goldust]
Fine. And who are you to judge on what’s normal and what’s not?

*Begrudgingly, Goldust gets up and takes a seat on the chair next to Cody. Cody looks the other way and shakes his head, as Goldust starts to fiddle with the action figures again. He picks up the Cody figure and places it on the arms of the Ryback one, posing them for the Shell Shocked. Cody notices this and scowls before finally speaking again.*

[Cody Rhodes]
Seriously, this needs to stop. Just tell me what you have to say so you can leave.



[Goldust]
I know you’ve tried your best to alienate yourself from the family, but at the end of the day, we’re all still family, and we’re both still brothers.

[Cody Rhodes]
I’m still not convinced you’re even human, let alone my own kin.

[Goldust]
I know what you’re like, and I don’t really care what you have to say. But you’re gonna listen to what I have to say, whether you want to or not. It’s been clear to everybody that you’ve been going through some rough times these past couple of months. You lost your title, you lost your tag team partner and your best friend, and you were just a week off from losing your job. You finally got back here last week, only to get upsetted by Kazarian…

[Cody Rhodes]
ATTENTION PLEASE. That was a fluke, nothing more. I made one mistake, and he got lucky. I won’t do that again.

[Goldust]
Look, I’m trying to do a nice thing for once. It’ll be pretty hard for me to help you if you keep interrupting me.

[Cody Rhodes]
I don’t want, or need, you help. You, of all people, need help.

[Goldust]
The last psychiatrist I went to ended up in a psychiatric hospital after only a couple of sessions, there’s people worse off than me.

[Cody Rhodes]
Like everybody else around you?

*Cody begins to cackle at his own joke, but Goldust puts his finger to his mouth, effectively silencing him. Cody frowns as Goldust looks him straight in the eye, letting out of a couple of “Shh’s” before rubbing his own chest and letting out a big exhale.*



[Cody Rhodes]
I hate you.

[Goldust]
It’s okay, I know you don’t mean that.

[Cody Rhodes]
I do.

[Goldust]
You don’t.

[Cody Rhodes]
I do!

[Goldust]
You do.

[Cody Rhodes]
I don’t!

[Goldust]
I told you.

*Cody quickly realizes his blunder and blushes, before sharply knocking a Triple H action figure off of the table. As Goldust begins speaking again, he holds his head in his hand trying to ignore whatever his brother says next.*



[Goldust]
Enough of this pointless bickering, just let my say my piece and I’ll be on my way. As I said before, anybody can tell that you’ve had a pretty rough last six months. I’ve been there before, so let me try to help you. Maybe you’re just stuck in a rut, maybe you could just use a change. You’ve spent the last three years of your life trying to make everyone from Ted DiBiase to Zack Ryder to the Rock to the entire XWL Universe miserable. Why? What’s the point of it all? You keep clogging your head with all a bunch of nonsense, maybe you’re not really insane at all, but if keep directing your mind towards the trivial parts of life, that loss to Kazarian last week will only be the beginning. You…

[Cody Rhodes]
I’ve heard enough. Why are you even trying to help me anyway? Just want to get yourself on TV again? Trying to make up for all those wasted years when I was a kid?

[Goldust]
I did plenty of things for you when you were little.

[Cody Rhodes]
Like what?

[Goldust]
You don’t remember the time I dressed up as clown for you on your birthday?



[Cody Rhodes]
That was terrifying. Clowns usually dress up in bright, vibrant colors. Not gold and black.

[Goldust]
You’re just distracting me from my main point again.

[Cody Rhodes]
Good.

[Goldust]
Can’t you just hear me out?

[Cody Rhodes]
I getting pretty damn sick and tired of listening to you.

[Goldust]
At the least, just take what I said into consideration.

[Cody Rhodes]
Why don’t you consider getting the hell out of my locker room?

[Goldust]
Why don’t you make me?

[Cody Rhodes]
Oh, you don’t seem to remember Supremacy 2012 very much, do you?

[Goldust]
No, but I remember you losing the Elimination Chamber and quitting a month later.

*Cody clenches his fists as Goldust leans back, smirking. Goldust soon goes to mess around with the action figures again, finally dropping Cody down to the mat with The Ryback. Cody snaps and gets up, kicking all of the pieces off of the table.*



[Cody Rhodes]
Hmm, that felt pretty good. If there was one thing I could change, it would be my family.

*Cody walks out of the room with that dastardly grin on his face, leaving behind his brother and the ruined playset. Goldust begins picking up all the pieces from the floor and putting them back together as XWL Breakdown fades into it’s standard opening video.*

As Breakdown comes back from an add promoting the upcoming Final Stand pay-per-view, the returning Batista's new theme song begins to play throughout the arena. The reaction from the fans is enormous, though mixed, as The Animal emerges from the back, slowly but surely. With each step he takes, his grin grows wider and wider. He absorbs the hate and ignores the love from the audience, taking his sweet time walking out onto the stage. It's been quite some time since Batista last stared out into the XWL universe. Once he reaches the start of the ramp, he laughs, suddenly pointing to himself and nodding, his nameplate appearing underneath him.

Oh, man. The Animal, Batista, is back in the XWL. We've been hearing for weeks now that he was discussing contractual options with Stephanie McMahon, and it looks like they came to a deal. And just from watching him walk out here, you can tell he's got a whole new attitude.

You can say that again, King. He seems . . . Almost distant. As if he doesn't care. I look forward to seeing what he has to say for himself, it's been a long time since we last heard Batista speak in an XWL ring.

Before The Animal starts off down the ramp, he points up at the roof, the lights dimming once he does. The whole arena then goes dark, but only for a moment as a spotlight beams down onto Batista who spins around slowly, showing himself off.

Would you take a look at this, ha ha, Batista's showing us what he's got. This . . . I don't know how to react to this!

It's a spotlight, a gosh darn spotlight is on Batista. Can you say "big ego"?

Bigger ego!

Batista, now finished showing off, begins his decent down the ramp. He passes by the fans in the front row as if they weren't even there, his eyes on the ring the entire time. With the spotlight still focused on him, The Animal climbs up the steel steps, walking a short way on the apron before stopping and cocking his head to the side, letting out a small laugh.

Once inside the ring, Batista takes a walk around it, touching the ropes and the turnbuckles. He then looks up at his shining light, nodding his head and smirking. He then sticks his hand through the middle of the top and second rope, motioning for a microphone. A ringside hand gifts him with one as his music begins to slowly die down. With the, "lets go Batista!" "Batista sucks!" chants now dominating the arena, Batista takes center stage and begins to slowly raise his mic, everyone quickly quieting down.

King

Well, J.R., it looks like we are indeed going to see Batista speak! I can't help but wonder what's on his mind.

Something about himself, I'm sure . . .

Just as The Animal is about to speak his first words in months, an upbeat, new comers theme song blasts over the PA system, sending most of the fans to their feet.

"Oh, Radio" suddenly bursts through the PA system, the fans in attendance are immediately attracted as they turn their attentions toward the centre stage. The arena goes dark before the familiar flickering green and purple lights begin to sparkle throughout the arena, as the titantron lit up with the video of none other than Zack Ryder. After a few short moments of allowing the video to run in order to build suspension for the live audience, Zack Ryder suddenly flicks the curtains away from his face and springing out onto the stage in front of the fans. He stood still for a few moments As he continued to stand still looking from left to right slightly, he seemed to be taking in the massive mixed reaction he'd received, before raising his left hand and taking a mouthful of water from the bottle within the tightly clinched grasp of his palm. Suddenly, in what seemed to be a sudden burst of energy, as he threw his arms up into the air, he raised his hands up into his signature taunt, the famous L and I saying he's from Long Island and proud. With his mission is mind, the ever-so entertaining Zack Ryder made his way down the ramp, as he stared down into the ring at the furious Batista. Zack Ryder would then run his hands through his hair as he produces a microphone and begins to speak down into it.



★ Z A C K R Y D E R ★
Woo, Woo, Woo Bro, how is it going, you seem bumped up, you seem bigger than ever my bro, it seems Hollywood had been good to you and your muscles, but I guess you have to be big now bro, you’re a guardian of the galaxy now. But being serious bro it is good to see you back here, I mean really it is. Once again another part timer comes back when his filming schedule is a bit free to steal the spotlight from me. Once again another name from the past cuts the line and takes opportunities that belong to guys like myself. Seriously what’s up with that! Come on bro who do you think you are? You think this is cool bro? You think it is acceptable to do what you are doing. Treating this business as a mere pit stop as you wait movie scripts. You are only here bro to collect money and to take championship you don’t deserve. Trust me I know what kind of bro you are Batisia, in about two months’ time you will be off again making another crap movie nobody gives a damn about it. Bro get it through your head, these people here, they paid to see you alright, but they paid to see you get beaten by a real wrestler; they paid to see the number one bro, Zack Ryder defeat and sent the muscle bound idiot Batista back to Hollywood.

The crowd would begin to side a little bit with the leader of the Ryder Revolution as Zack Ryder would keep things going as he licks his lips and starts to speak back down into the microphone. 



★ Z A C K R Y D E R ★
Listen Bootsita, I will speak slowly here for you. Let this sink into that big thick skull of yours my bro. Nobody wants you here. Nobody wanted you back. It is bad enough that these people here have to see you on the big screen from time to time, they don’t want to see you on the small screen. Seriously bro your ego is out of control, I thought guys like Dolph, Miz and Triple H had ego issues, but you bro, you beat them all. You think you have earned the right to come and go whenever you please, who do you think you are The Rock? Listen to me Boooootsita….you were a crappy wrestler when you first got into this business, now you have become a crappy actor and now you are just a piece of crap that comes back whenever he feels like it for easy money. Bro, when I defeat you, when I pin you down for the one, two, and three that’s it, all over, everything ends for you and everything begins for me. People here will see that I can get the job done and people in Hollywood will see that you are not up to the task to be in there movies. When I defeat you, I will take your place, both here and in Hollywood, guardians on the galaxy 2, will have a new bro in it and it will have a chance to be profitable, woo, woo, woo bro, you’re going to lose tonight and you know it.

. . . Just who in the hell do you think you are coming out here and interrupting me, huh? You seem to know who I am, so then I can guess you know what I can do. Are you- Are you stupid!? Didn't anyone ever tell you not to piss off and already pissed off animal? Yeah, yeah, you wanna know why I was already pissed off? Because I was booked against you for my return match! Me! A legend in this business and any other I've ever been in! What you should have done is come out here and taken your loss like a man. Then you should have gone backstage, sat and watched the match and realized that your not on my level, let alone the same game. I'm The Animal, I'm Batista! And who are you? Some small time, lowlife who thinks he's actually worth something. Well let me fill you in on a little secret, pal. You're just as much of an idiot as these people who cheer for you! Your "Ryder Revolution" is nothing more than a band of sad saps who have never been laid and who wish they could be like me! While you're off gelling your hair and buying fake championships online, because let's be honest, you could never win one for real. I'm out here winning actual titles, and I'm out in Hollywood making BLOCKBUSTER films that revolutionize the film industry itself! Yeah, yeah, so you can come out here and act like you're a big tough guy, act like you actually matter to me or to any of these people. But when you step into this ring . . . When you look across from it and see me staring back at you! You're going to realize that you've made the biggest mistake of your mediocre career!

Batista lowers his microphone as Ryder begins to move down the ramp again, headed for the ring.

You're going the wrong way, Zack! Stephanie McMahon's office is that way! Quit now while you still have a shred of your dignity left . . .

Batista watches as Zack takes off his shirt, throwing it to a very lucky member of the audience. He laughs as Ryder begins to walk up the steel steps, ducking between the top and second rope to get into the ring. The two are now face to face, the referee standing off in the corner.

Ha ha, I gotta say, Zack . . . You're an even bigger idiot than I thought you were!

Batista drops his microphone and lunges forward with a huge clothesline! The back of Zack's head smacks off the canvas, causing him to grab it with both hands and roll over onto his stomach The referee calls for the ball and the match officially begins. But Batista doesn't care, he's out to hurt Ryder now.

His sinister grin continues to widen as the fans cheer for what comes next.

With all of his strength, Batista hurls Zack up and then sends him zooming down, planting him with a massive Batista Bomb! The crowd goes nuts, having not seem the signature move in a good while. The Animal himself is also quite happy, nodding his head up and down as he stares at the damage he's done.

(I apologize for the pictures being all fuzzy, I don't know why it's doing that. But if anyone knows of a fan site, or a place I can get some good screen caps (as I'm stupid when it comes to taking my own) I'd be very much thankful.)

We fade in to the sight of the arena. The camera turns toward the announce team, who look very excited for.......some reason.

Jim Ross:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Breakdown! If you've just tuned in, I'm Jim Ross, with my broadcast partners Michael Cole and Jerry "The King" Lawler!

Michael Cole:
We've received word that a certain superstar is ready to make a return appearance, any thoughts on who it could be?

Jerry Lawler:
I don't know, Abdullah The Butcher?

Michael Cole:
Keep dreaming, Lawler.


Just then, the lights go out.....The crowd starts cheering in anticipation of who it might be........



Jim Ross:
BAW GAWD, IT'S THE RAWK!!! THE GREAT ONE HAS COME HOME!!!!

Michael Cole:
Oh, jeez, not this loser.

Jerry Lawler:
Loser?!?!?! That's The People's Champion, Cole!

Michael Cole:
Yeah, I'd be a champion of the people too if I made a bunch of terrible movies like him.



The crowd goes absolutely bonkers once the theme really takes off, because they know that "The People's Champion" has arrived! The Rock comes out to a thunderous reception, he looks at the people, the people look at him, he raises The People's Eyebrow, then walks down the ramp. He climbs the steel steps, gets onto one of the turnbuckles, and raises his arm, taking in the love from the fans for a few moments.....Then smelling the electricity in the air. He gets in the ring and gets a mic from an official. He stands in the center of the ring, leans forward, mic in hand......

The Rock:
FINALLY.........

The Rock stands there a brief moment, looking around.....



The Rock:
FINALLY.........









THE ROCK!











HAS COME BACK............

The crowd starts cheering as they wait for The Rock to announce the hometown/organization he has come back to.......

The Rock:
TO THE SILVER SCREEN!

The crowd immediately dies down in confusion, The Rock rises up and looks around for a bit.

Jim Ross:
......What?

Michael Cole:
Knew it.

Jerry Lawler:
I.........what?



The Rock:
After a very long hiatus, FINALLY The Rock has come back to show off his new movie! Believe The Rock when he says that this will be the most electrifying movie in ALL of entertainment! This movie will kick the candy asses of any other film in existence, go ahead, name anything: The Godfather, Die Hard, Casablanca, any other movie you can name, this movie will be better than all those crapfests combined! The Rock doesn't need an Oscar, The Rock doesn't need an Academy Award, he doesn't need any of those dumb trophies to prove that he can make the best movie of all time! And tonight, The Rock will announce his latest and greatest cinematic masterpiece: Robocop: Resurrection! You thought Robocop 1 was amazing? Did the people think that crappy remake was good too?!? Well, The Rock says that the people ain't seen nothing yet! The Rock will star alongside Jet Li, in a future where all hell is breaking loose when all of a sudden, The Rock gets blown into a million pieces! Everyone thinks that The Rock is dead and gone, but oh no...We're getting to the fun part! The Rock, with the help of his millions of dollars and some very trustworthy surgeons, gets transformed into Robo Rock, the biggest ass-kicking machine in the history of the universe! Don't believe The Rock? Take a look at some concept art with the asskicker extraordinaire Robo Rock!

Jim Ross:
Robo Rock?

Jerry Lawler:
I'm.....confused......

The Rock points his finger towards the titantron, where a picture of the concept art is revealed.



The Rock:
Now isn't that the most badass thing you'll ever see? Robocop: Resurrection! It's rated R, so don't let the kids watch this without parental advisory, and it's coming straight to Best Buy! The people can find it in the DVD section for only $19.99! Now get up off of your asses and buy it now!

Jerry Lawler:
Am I thinking what everybody else is thinking?

Michael Cole:
.....no.

Jim Ross:
This was....quite unexpected, to say the least.


The crowd is still dead silent, with a few boos arising from scattered sections. The Rock looks surprised, looking around with his eyes wide open.



The Rock:
What, you aren't happy that The Rock has come back? What, you wanted to see The Rock tell the people how much he loves them and respects them? Well, unfortunately for the people, The Rock would like to say that he doesn't give one damn about them! The Rock never cared about the people from the start, he just used you so that he could gain the most important thing in the world to him......And that's mucho dinero! The Rock loves it when his wallet is stuffed with those Benjamins! He loves it when he sees all the people standing behind those merchandise stands, and he sees them spending away their life savings on The Rock's amazing t-shirts, watches, sunglasses, mugs, posters, DVDs, video games, wallets, pants, pajamas, The Rock's official strudel delicacy, wine, perfume, The Rock LOVES it when the people just toss their wallets at him, saying, "Please Rocky, take all of my money, just take all of it! I don't need money when I only have love for you!" The Rock knows that the people are mindless, brainless sheep that will do anything for The Rock. And The Rock thanks you for that.

Jim Ross:
This is disgusting! The Rock has sold out to Hollywood!

Michael Cole:
I'm liking where this is going.

Jerry Lawler:
Money can do a lot of bad things to a man, JR.....



The crowd starts booing him intensely, they're infuriated that The Great One would turn his back on them. A "Rocky Sucks" chant starts, with The Rock smiling in reaction to it.

The Rock:
Y'all can chant "Rocky Sucks" all you want, but everybody here and every jabroni watching at home will know that The Rock gets more money and a helluva lot more pie in one day than the people get in a lifetime! Now onto The Rock's other business matters, hmm, let's see here.....Oh right! The Rock will return to the ring tonight to face off against a man who is mentally and physically broken from all the extracurricular activities that he has taken place in.....Razor Ramon! This "chico" thinks he can just slide by The Rock, put himself in the path to greatness, well The Rock says that Razor Ramon should place himself on the way to rehab, because the fact that The Rock is facing an old broken man is pathetic! You should thank The Rock for coming back to beat your candy ass since you haven't gotten up off your ass in years! The partying's gotten to you, chico! The Rock will make sure that you will be placed in safe hands once he whoops your ass later tonight!

Jerry Lawler:
Safe hands?

Michael Cole:
Yeah, sending Scott Hall back to where he belongs: The retirement home.



The Rock chuckles a bit, then he starts to speak once again, pointing towards the ramp.

The Rock:
And if anyone in the locker room thinks they got any chance of becoming more popular than The Great One, The Rock will let you know that none of you have become as successful of a movie star like The Rock has, and none of you will be worth $70 million like The Rock is! 70 million bucks! That's more than the entire life savings of each and every one of you combined! The Rock is rolling in the money, and he loves it baby! Look at you people, booing The Rock! That's disrespectful to the man who was the World Heavyweight Champion all those years ago! Absolute disrespect to the man, the myth, the LEGEND that made this company what it is today! The fact that you people sit there and boo him is disgusting to The Rock! But it doesn't matter......Because all you will still pay your hard-earned money for The Rock, and you will still watch ALL of my amazing movies. Now if you'll excuse The Rock, he has some money to make, some business to handle, and some candyasses to beat!



Michael Cole:
Good for him.

Jim Ross:
I am in absolute disbelief. How can The Rock do this to his fans, the people?

The Rock looks as if he's about to leave, but he stops himself for a moment and brings the mic close to his mouth again.

The Rock:
IF YA SMELLALALALALALALALALALALALALALALAL LOOK AT THE TONGUE LOOK AT THE TONGUE LALALALLALALAL......Oh, who gives a crap!

Rock drops the mic, gets out of the ring and walks up the ramp as the crowd boos him and many middle fingers are shown at him. He walks away into the backstage area as the segment fades to black.

The titantron comes to life with an image of Josh Matthews, holding the mic up to his lips. He looks at the camera, rather serious faced.

{{Josh Matthews}}
Please join me in welcoming my guest at this time, the Viper, Randy Orton!

Randy Orton walks into frame, Josh turning to him to begin the interview.

{{Josh Matthews}}
Randy, if I may ask you first to start off, where is your mind after your clash with Roman Reigns two weeks ago at Uprising?

Randy takes a moment, thinking over the question before responding.



{{Randy Orton}}
Josh, my mind is not something you should question at any moment in time. Especially after dealing with the likes of someone similar, much less the real Roman Reigns. Roman and I, we left everything we had in the ring after our match. I however, don't respect Roman. He is nothing compared to me. One lucky win doesn't set yourself in the history books. Why he was chosen over me to replace John Cena in the United States number one contender's match is beyond me. He, he isn't the veteran to this business like I am. He isn't the multi time world champion, like I am. So, choosing him, that was a mistake. But, that is something I'll deal with at a later time.

{{Josh Matthews}}
Speaking of John Cena, the XWL universe is wanting to know, what caused you to interrupt his match last week with the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesnar?

Orton cocks a smile in response.

{{Randy Orton}}
Ironic, isn't it? I go on about how someone as undeserving of a title shot as Roman Reigns to the man who he replaced. I find that entertaining myself but of course, you and all the people that we call "fans" disagree with my enjoyment. The reason why I went out of my way to deal with John Cena, is because he, needed to be dealt with. John Cena has spent the last couple of months, hiding under the radar, not wanting anything to do with the main event scene. Then he suddenly walks into the title scene with no real reason behind it besides what his name is. John Cena, is by far, the most undeserving man in the locker room for a title shot. I have had many clashes with him and time and time again I have beaten him. I haven't just beaten John Cena, I have destroyed him. Then, he drags his face back up in, MY, company. MY, yard. MY, hunting grounds. He has the audacity to even think for a moment that he is worth a shit around here, just for me, to plant him back onto the mat where he belongs.

{{Josh Matthews}}
Well during your actions last week, you did more than just attack John Cena. You angered the Beast Incarnate, Brock Lesnar and you are now booked in a match with him here tonight.

{{Randy Orton}}
So what?

{{Josh Matthews}}
Well aren't you a little worrie-



{{Randy Orton}}
Josh, the word "worried" is not in my vocabulary. I do not know what fear is. That is why I don't care how mad someone like Brock Lesnar gets. That's why I don't care, if Brock Lesnar wants to fight me. He isn't a threat, as everyone else might want to think. He is a washed up, over hyped, steroid freak who needs to learn to give it up. He isn't anything in this business anymore. He thinks he is too good to show up every week, but he knows for a fact that tonight, when he competes on Breakdown against the best this company has to offer, that he will be outclassed, outmatched, and pinned in the middle of that ring. Everyone refers to him as the Beast Incarnate, but I think he needs to be reminded that a beast, is nothing compared to the Apex Predator.

{{Josh Matthews}}
Well that's all the questions I have for you, Randy. Thank you for-

Randy rips the mic away from Josh, taking it into his own hand and speaking.

{{Randy Orton}}
I'm not quite finished yet Josh. I want to say something else. You see Josh, after a few months of nothing relevant happening in my career, it's time for me to finally stop with this rut. This, this is a new day for me now. This is a new Randy Orton. No more mistakes like at Uprising. No more mistakes like Roman Reigns getting the better of me. The Age of Orton, is upon us.

With that, Orton pushes the mic into Josh's chest, and storms off screen.

(Feedback is welcome.)

As Breakdown returns from its last segment the cameras cut to the backstage area where we see a very familiar image. We see the tattooed arms of a man who has been in the works with many factions, a man who has been very close to  fighting for the Intercontinental Championship and a man who wears more than just his heart on his sleeve. After a few moments this man begins to speak.



[Corey Graves]
What a difference a year makes.


*The camera then moves upward and reveals the identity of Corey Graves. The crowd then gives a mixed reaction and after a few moments Graves speaks again.



[Corey Graves]
A year ago, I sat on this crate and told you my story. How Dean Ambrose, AJ Styles, and me were going to take the world by storm in the name of "honor." Now Ambrose is the World Champion, Styles is somewhere on the roster and I,

*Graves then looks at the tattoos on his arms.*


[Corey Graves]
Have these. Many people consider tattoos art, and I can't agree with them more. I didn't get them just to be against the machine or as a rebellious streak, I got them because they tell a bigger story than I ever could. But very few people understand the stories these pieces of art try to tell them.

*Graves then inspects his tattoos further, and rubs his arms looking at each "piece of art" he has decided to put on his body permanently. He does this for a few moments before finally speaking again.*

[Corey Graves]
My goal is to become World Heavyweight Champion, whether that takes days, weeks, months, years it will happen. I don't know what the future holds, I may get into a intense war with someone in this company that blinds me and makes that goal seem irrelevant. I might compete for the Intercontinental or United States Championships to use as stepping stones for my goal. I don't know for certain, but the one thing I do know. I will fight.

*Graves then looks at the camera, staring at it like it's the faces of the millions watching it at home, he then has a very intense tone and it could almost be classified as anger when he says*



[Corey Graves]
I will fight to my last breath. Because when I and those lights crash on me and all of the breath collapsed, I knew that I didn't fight hard enough. So when I got out of the hospital and started training again and called up Stephanie to get a contract, I knew that once I arrived here that I won't stop because every fiber of my being told me to stay down when I was trapped by those lights. And now every fiber of my being tells me to keep fighting, keep fighting, until they ALL, stay down!


*Graves then calms down and looks at his tattoos again, breathing very heavily as he remembers the pain he felt when he was attacked by Roman Reigns and had a light structure fall on him, injuring him and costing him a shot at the Intercontinental Championship. Graves then looks at the camera with another intense look as he boldly states*

[Corey Graves]
Fighting is an art,

*Graves then stretches his arms and shows off his knuckles to the camera as he then says.*

[Corey Graves]
My art speaks for itself.



*Breakdown then heads to its next segment.*

Just a quick starter promo to gauge how I'm doing, so feedback would be very appreciated!

Breakdown returns and we are brought to ringside where the theme of Randy Orton begins to play. The camera then shows the announcers, where King, JR, and Cole are shown looking to their right where we can see a Spanish announce table. Paul Heyman can be seen escorting two Spanish Announcers to the table.

{{King}}
Welcome back ladies and gentleman. During the commercial break Paul Heyman had a Spanish announce table installed…

Paul Heyman is entering the ring now, mic in hand.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Ladies and gentleman. When I said that Brock Lesnar is above Breakdown, I meant it. He’s a Pay Per View attraction, a Main Event Fighter, The Best of The Best. He doesn’t belong here on this show, you don’t deserve to see him for free! So I’m going to give you all five minutes, five minutes to go onto
XWL.com/Heyman and download tonight’s match online, for a small fee of course.

{{King}}
Download tonight’s match?

{{Paul Heyman}}
Randy Orton versus Brock Lesnar! It can be purchased for only $4.99! Which is a bargain if you’d ask me! Now you’re probably wondering, “How are they going to make me pay for a match that I’m about to watch for free.” Well folks, I’ve already thought of that. You see Stephanie thought that she outsmarted me. She thought that she could make Brock Lesnar compete on Breakdown. She first tried with Seth Rollins, but Brock F-5ed him before the match could even begin as planned. So then last week she threw me a curve ball, she put Brock against  John Cena last minute. Well I won’t be caught flat footed again. Tonight I came prepared. Ladies and gentleman, tonight’s match between Randy Orton and Brock Lesnar…. Is a steel cage match!!

Heyman looks up as a steel cage lowers down to the ring. The crowd cheers at the stipulation change.

{{Paul Heyman}}
But, it’s not just any steel cage match….

The crowd begins to boo as they see a black tarp surrounding the cage.

{{Paul Heyman}}
It has a little Paul Heyman twist!! So if you want to see tonight’s match, then make sure you download it for $4.99 on XWL.com/Heyman!!! You all have five minutes!



{{King}}
I can’t believe this!! Paul Heyman is charging people to watch tonight’s match!!

The crowd lets out a loud boo as Randy Orton walks out to the stage. He smirks before making his way down the ramp.

{{Cole}}
Well Brock Lesnar isn’t the type of fighter that you can just see for free!! Ladies and Gentleman, if you want to watch tonight’s match make sure that you download it in the next five minutes!!

{{King}}
Well… Last week John Cena and Brock Lesnar faced off, but the match ended in DQ when Randy Orton RKOed John Cena.

Orton looks up at the steel cage, then at Heyman, before climbing into the ring

{{Cole}}
That’s right! Stephanie McMahon thought that she was punishing Brock Lesnar by making him compete last week. But Brock proved that it  was John Cena who was the one being punished, bloodying him up and if it wasn’t for Randy Orton he would have been able to finish the job that The Heyman Crew started!

{{JR}}
If it wasn’t for Randy Orton, John Cena would have had that match won! He had Brock on his shoulders when Orton interfered.

{{King}}
That’s right! He was one Attitude Adjustment from a victory over Brock Lesnar!!

Orton climbs the turnbuckle and strikes his signature pose as the crowd continues to boo.

{{Cole}}
Really? You really think that an Attitude Adjustment would keep Brock Lesnar down? Brock is a former UFC Champion, he suffered a concussion at the hands of Amazing Red yet still went on to win. John might have tried to Adjust Brock’s attitude, but Brock Lesnar successfully adjusted John Cena’s face with his fists!! If Randy Orton hadn’t gotten involved and let Cena escape, I doubt that he would be able to be here tonight competing against Ted DiBiase!!

Brock Lesnar’s theme begins to play, sending chills down everyone’s spine.



{{JR}}
Well luckily Randy Orton and Brock Lesnar argued over who would finish Cena, which gave The Cenation leader enough time to escape.

The crowd lets out an even bigger boo as Brock enters the stage. They might be mad at Orton for RKOing Cena last week but they are furious at Lesnar for unmasking Sangriento at Uprising.

{{King}}
If either man got their hands on Cena, well, I’d like to not think about that. Orton’s punt, and Brock’s kimura? Those are moves that end careers.

Lesnar makes his way down to the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Orton until he reaches Heyman. Paul and Brock talk for a moment before The Beast smirks and enters the ring.

{{Cole}}
Tonight we’re going to find out who the most dangerous man in the XWL is! The Beast or The Viper!! RKO vs. F-5!! Punt vs. Kimura!!

The two men meet each other in the middle of the ring, glaring at one another as they exchange a few words. Lesnar looks above him at the steel cage, and Orton does the same, before the two go back to glaring at one another.

{{King}}
Look at the eyes of these two fierce competitors! They know what they’re about to get themselves into!!

The bell rings, signaling for the match to begin! The two competitors continue to glare at one another until Lesnar lunges at Orton. But unlike last week Orton doesn’t flinch or stumble backwards, he simply smiles at Lesnar. The Beast laughs and nods his head in approval, but Orton doesn’t have time for games, and lunges at Lesnar. But unlike Brock, The Viper doesn’t hold back, striking The Beast with a European Uppercut!! Lesnar immediately strikes back with a right hook, sending Orton stumbling backwards, but The Viper charges back, connecting with an elbow. He follows that with a right punch to Lesnar’s side, then a left hook to the head, a gut kick, then finally following it all up with a dropkick!!

{{King}}
It looks like Orton is taking it right to Lesnar!

{{Cole}}
Which is more than can be said about John Cena last week!

The camera shows a timer on the titantron counting down from 5 mintues.

4:39

{{King}}
Well Cena would have had Lesnar down and out had it not been for Orton. Cena is a resilient fighter, where as Orton relies more on his offense and well, the voices in his head. Orton might have Lesnar down here, but he sure doesn’t have him out!!

Lesnar rolls out of the ring and angrily slams the steel steps with his fists. He then picks up a chair and begins to slam it on the announce table!!

{{JR}}
Well Lesnar sure doesn’t look happy!



We are shown Orton smiling in the middle of the ring. Lesnar then takes King’s TV monitor and throws it into the ring at Orton!!



{{King}}
Well after what Ran-.. Is he talking to me?

4:09

The camera goes back to Lesnar, who is angrily shouting “What are you saying to them?” King takes his headset off and stands up, holding his hands in the air as he tries to reassure Lesnar that he wasn’t saying anything bad about him on the air.

{{JR}}
This doesn’t look good…

Lesnar grabs King by his shirt and tosses him right over the barricade!!

{{JR}}
That was just uncalled for!!



Lesnar whips his head around to the Spanish Announce table and shouts to one of the two announcers “DID YOU JUST SAY AMAZING RED??!?” before knocking the man off of his  chair and lifting him high in the air, slaming him down on the floor with a powerbomb… Then another!! Lesnar then lifts the man high into the air for a third time, this time powerbombing him up and over the barricade!!

{{Cole}}
Well it looks like it’s just you and me JR!

Lesnar slides into the ring and shouts at Orton, who is laughing. Lesnar charges, connecting with a punch to the gut! Orton answers back with a left hook, then a right uppercut!! But Lesnar is able to block the uppercut and answer back with one of his own, following it with a left jab! He then charges at Orton, connecting with a running knee, which sends The Viper sprawling to the outside of the ring!!

{{Cole}}
Now it’s Orton who finds himself on the outside!!

2:29

Orton gets to his feet and slams the Spanish announce table in frustration. He then tears off the cover and all of the monitors in anger.

{{JR}}
Well it looks Brock Lesnar isn’t the only one with anger issues!!

Orton angrily marches over towards JR

{{JR}}
Oh great…

He begins shouting at JR, before tearing off his headset and tossing him over the barricade right into a recovering King! He looks towards Lesnar, who is giving a less than impressed look.

1:14

Orton grabs the only Spanish announcer left and throws him over the barricade, holding onto his head in a headlock!! He then dangles him on the barricade, and hits a Barricade Hung DDT!!!! Lesnar smiles as Orton reenters the ring.

0:30

{{Cole}}
Well ladies and gentleman it looks like I’m the last announcer standing! So you’ll be hearing a lot from me this match!! And don’t forget, the steel cage lowers in less than thirty seconds now! So if you want to watch the rest of tonight’s match make sure that you download it for only $4.99 at XWL.com/Heyman!!

Orton and Lesnar meet in the middle of the ring once more, glaring at one another and exchanging words.

0:05

0:04

0:03

0:02

0:01

0:00

The crowd begins to boo as the steel cage lowers down!! Orton and Lesnar look up as they are surrounded by black tarp, making it impossible for anyone in attendance to see inside!!!

{{Cole}}
Ladies and gentleman, if you were smart enough to purchase tonight’s match then you, just like I, are watching the exclusive footage caught by the cameras places inside that steel cage!!

Those with the means to purchase the match can see Orton and Lesnar exchanging blows!! The crowd is booing so loud, seeing as not all of them were able to purchase the match, and all they can see is a steel cage with tarp around it!!

{{Cole}}
What an uppercut by Lesnar!!

Back in the ring those who purchased the match can see Lesnar throwing Orton up against the steel cage!! He then charges, flooring Orton with a clothesline!!

{{Cole}}
Ladies and gentleman, if you haven’t already be sure to purchase tonight’s match!! This one is looking to be a great one!!

The crowd continues to boo, proving that at least less than half of them did not have the means to purchase tonight’s block buster match!!

{{Cole}}
This is a great match ladies and gentleman!! If only you could see what I could right now!!

For the viewers who didn’t purchase the match watching at home, all they can see is Michael Cole talking about how great of a match this is. And of course the black steel tarp surrounding the ring.

{{Cole}}
It looks like Orton is refusing to back down!!

MOAR BLACK STEEL TARP AND COLE!! COULD THIS GET ANY WORSE FOR THOSE WHO DIDN’T PURCHASE THE MATCH AND ARE WATCHING AT HOME!! WHAT A HEEL HEYMAN, WHAT A HEEL!!

{{Cole}}
It looks like Paul Heyman is here to join me!!

Heyman takes a seat next to Cole, shaking his hand.

{{Paul Heyman}}
What a match, am I right Cole!!

{{Cole}}
You sure are Paul! I feel bad for those who weren’t smart enough to purchase tonight’s match!

{{Paul Heyman}}
Oh don’t feel bad for them. They probably spent all their money on booze or gambled it all away. After all the majority of our fans are from the south, and are as irresponsible as Stone Cold Steve Austin!!!

For those who purchased the match, they can see Orton irish whipping Lesnar into the corner, then connecting with a corner clothesline!!

{{Cole}}
So Paul, do you think there are going to be any repercussions for adding your own stipulation to this match?

{{Paul Heyman}}
I’ve been in this business a long time Michael, and I’ve developed a lot of friendships with people in high places. I know who to talk to in order to get a steel cage with tarp lowered, I know who to talk to in order to get a timer on the titantron, I even know who to talk to in order to get cameras set up in the steel cage and have them only accessible for those who purchased tonight’s match. You see, I know how to get things done. And Stephanie McMahon doesn’t seem to appreciate that. So yes, there most likely will be repercussions. But honestly Michael, what can she do? Fire us? Fire Brock Lesnar? Fire Goldberg? Fire Edge?? That just can’t be done.

{{Cole}}
What about Prince Devitt and Kane?

{{Paul Heyman}}
Prince Devitt is expendable. Kane is disposable. Brock Lesnar, Edge, and Goldberg have proved to be the best at what they do, they proved that they are in no way shape or form replaceable. But Kane hasn’t proven anything as of late. I thought that he was a monster, I thought that he was a demon. But he isn’t. He’s just a shadow of the man that he was, I tried bringing out the old Kane, but he wasn’t there. I’m not a magician Cole, I’m a promoter, a manager. Don West prides himself on making something out of nothing. Like he did with The Ryback and Amazing Red. That’s what he’s best at, not me. I make something good, into the best. I take talent and I amplify it. But if there is no talent left, if that spark is gone, well, you can’t start a car that has a dead battery. And Kane looks to be running on empty. I offered him a spot as my client, I gave him the chance to be the monster that we needed. But he didn’t give me anything in return. And as for Prince Devitt? He’s proven to be one in the same as Curtis Axel. A man with all the gifts to make it in this industry except one, follow through.

{{Cole}}
So what are your plans fo-

{{Paul Heyman}}
You know me Cole, I never reveal my plans!! But there are plans, and they’re HUGE. So make sure that you keep a close eye on tonight’s sho-

All of a sudden the crowd goes absolutely insane as one of the walls of the steel cage busts open!!! Brock Lesnar and Orton roll across the steel and out of the ring, still punching at each other as they roll!!

{{Cole}}
Did you see that!!

{{Paul Heyman}}
I sure did! It looks like these people got lucky tonight!!

Lesnar is on top of Orton, connecting with an array of elbows and punches as the bewildered ref begins to count!! Lesnar tosses Orton onto the Spanish announce table, and climbs up as the crowd goes wild!! Lesnar lifts Orton high up onto his shoulders..

{{Cole}}
This doesn’t look good for Orton!!

{{Paul Heyman}}
Having to face Brock Lesnar in the first place didn’t look good for Orton!!

The crowd continues to go wild as Orton elbows Lesnar and drops down behind him before RKOING LESNAR ONTO THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

{{Cole}}
BROCK LESNAR IS DOWN!!! BROCK LESNAR IS DOWN!!

{{Paul Heyman}}
But he isn’t out!!

Orton uses all his strength to pull Lesnar down from the table and over the fallen steel cage into the ring. The crowd is going wild, forgetting that they hate both competitors for the moment as they chant “THIS IS AWESOME!!”

{{Paul Heyman}}
Stephanie McMahon should be thanking me for this match! Do you hear the crowd! Yet I’m sure that she’ll put Lesnar in a one on three match next week or force me to compete against The Great Khali or whatever other plan she has that I’ll just end up foiling like I have in the past.

Orton pins Lesnar….1…2….. Kick Out!!

{{Paul Heyman}}
You see! Lesnar is never down and out!!

Orton slams the mat in frustration as he paces around the ring, talking to himself.

{{Cole}}
Is he okay?

{{Paul Heyman}}
I think he’s finally realizing that there’s no way that he can win this match!

Orton finally drops down to the mat, striking it with his fists as he slithers around his prey. The crowd goes wild as Lesnar slowly gets to his feet and RKO!!!

{{Cole}}
RKO! RKO! This one is over!!

Orton drops down for the pin!!..1…….2….. Kickout!!!

{{Cole}}
I can’t believe it..

Orton argues with the ref, shocked and angry that the RKO didn’t finish Lesnar off. The crowd goes wild as Orton finally has had enough, backing up into the corner!!

{{Cole}}
This doesn’t look good…

Orton charges, but Lesnar is up!! And meets Orton head on, grabbing The Viper by the midsection and powering him into the corner!!!

{{Cole}}
That didn’t just happen…

Lesnar lashes out with a few shoulder thrusts before throwing Orton out of the ring and onto the fallen steel cage wall!! He then exits the ring himself, drags Orton to the Spanish announce table, and F-5’s him right through it!!!

{{Cole}}
Lesnar just F-5ed Orton through the table!!

Lesnar picks Orton up and throws him into the ring, following him in as well. He goes for the pin……1…2….. Kick out!

{{Cole}}
What!!

Lesnar looks down in disbelief.



{{Cole}}
Where are you going Paul?

Heyman has taken his headset off now and is shouting to Lesnar, making an arm breaking signal with his hands. Lesnar grins and grabs Orton, but The Viper is able to poke The Beast right in the eyes!! Lesnar stumbles backwards as Orton grabs him and Irish Whips him into the ropes where he rebounds right into a scoop slam!!! The Viper backs up before charging and leaping high into the air, looking to hit a knee drop, but Lesnar rolls out of the way!! Orton hits his knee on the canvas hard and stumbles backwards in pain, right into a spear from Lesnar, taking them both through another steel wall!!

{{Cole}}
Spear!!

The crowd goes wild as the whole cage falls down from the impact and both men are still fighting on the outside!! Lesnar takes Orton and irish whips him into the wall as the ref begins to count!! Lesnar lifts Orton up but is immediately hit with an elbow!! The two begin to exchange blows, Lesnar backing Orton up the ramp as the ref counts 5. Heyman runs up the ramp frantically waving at Lesnar, telling him to bring the fight back to the ring!! The Beast and The Viper continue to exchange blows, until they reach the stage. The ref counts 10 and signals for the match to end via double count out!! The crowd doesn’t care though, still cheering as Orton and Lesnar are fighting for their lives on the stage!! Lesnar takes Orton up onto his shoulders and slams him against the minitron!! He then spinebusters him to the ground!! He roars at the crowd as they continue to chant “THIS IS AWESOME!!” Heyman runs over to Brock begging him to stop fighting for free seeing as the match is over, but Lesnar is hit from behind by an elbow from Orton, who refuses to stay down!! Lesnar turns around and answers back with a huge uppercut, sending Orton stumbling back. An array of XWL Staff come out, as well as the whole XWL security team! The mass of people get in between Orton and Lesnar. The Beast and The Viper are able to knock down most of the staff containing them, but Orton is finally subdued by at least 12 staff members, and carried to the back as the rest of the security team struggle to hold Lesnar back. Heyman is finally able to calm Lesnar as King and JR are making their way over the barricade and back into their seats as some staff are plugging their monitors back in. We then go to an abrupt commercial break.

The crowd gives off a loud pop as glass shatters.



{{King}}
Welcome back ladies and gentleman!! I’m back alongside JR after that unnecessary assault by Brock Lesnar and Randy Orton. The Spanish announce table and steel cage debris is finally cleared, and we’re all set for the show to go on! And It looks like Stone Cold Steve Austin is all set to take on Kane tonight!

The camera shows Kane in the middle of the ring, cracking his neck as Paul Heyman stands on the outside.



{{Cole}}
It looks like Paul Heyman is still out here with Kane after what he said about The Big Red Monster during Lesnar and Orton’s match.



{{King}}
That’s right, Heyman said that Kane and Devitt were replaceable. I wonder what he meant by that.



{{JR}}
Well maybe tonight is his final test. If he can beat Stone Cold Steve Austin then maybe he’ll secure his spot as one of Heyman’s clients like Edge, Brock Lesnar, and Goldberg have.

The crowd lets out a huge boo as Brock Lesnar makes his way out to the stage.

{{King}}
Oh great. It’s him. We should get out of here, there’s no telling what Brock Lesnar is going to do next. To us, to Stone Cold…

{{Cole}}
Well there won’t be a Stone Cold Steve Austin to beat if Brock Lesnar has his way!! Stone Cold might have been able to take on Kane, but now with Brock Lesnar here it’s a whole different story!



{{JR}}
Look at Heyman, he’s loving every second of this.

{{King}}
Well Stone Cold has foiled his plans in the past. By coming to the aid of John Cena, Big E Langston, and even The Ryback.

{{Cole}}
Now he’s going to pay for it! Brock Lesnar is still feeling pretty heated after his match with Randy Orton!! And what a match that was!



Lesnar and Stone Cold are face to face, exchanging words. All of a sudden Brock picks Kane up onto his shoulders and hits a F-5!!! The crowd goes wild as Lesnar kicks Kane out of the ring!! He takes one last glance at Austin before exiting the ring and joining Heyman at the foot of the ramp.

{{Paul Heyman}}
Ladies and gentleman, in case you weren’t listening earlier when I was on commentary, I let the world know that Kane is not the monster that I thought him to be. He is not the demon that I needed him to be. I don’t know what it is but something happened, somewhere down the line he went soft. I did everything I could to bring that monster back out but I got nothing in return from him. He’s not Edge. He’s not Goldberg. And he is certainly not Brock Lesnar. He’s replaceable, expendable, disposable, nonessential. He just simply isn’t on the level that one needs to be in order to be my client. So, as you can see, we disposed of him. Kane is no longer a client of mine… And now, it’s time to replace him.



{{King}}
Replace him?

{{Cole}}
We’re about to find out the next Heyman Guy??

{{JR}}
Oh boy..

Stone Cold continues to glare at Lesnar, who is pacing at the foot of the stage.

{{Paul Heyman}}
We needed to find a man capable of being my client. A man who knows what it is to be the very best at what he does. Edge is the best at what he does, manipulating. Brock Lesnar is the best at what he does, kicking ass. Goldberg is the best at what he does, dominating. Kane is a monster, but he’s not the best monster. We want the best. In order to be a Heyman Guy, you need to be the best. So we went out and found the best. Ladies and gentleman allow me to introduce you to the newest Heyman Guy!!! A man worthy of calling himself my client. Stone Cold Steve Austin, if you’d turn around please and introduce yourself to my newest client..

The crowd buzzes as Stone Cold mouths “turn around” with a confused look on his face. He takes one more look at Lesnar, making sure that it isn’t a trick to get him to turn his back to the former UFC Champion.

{{King}}
Oh no…

Stone Cold turns around right into a Rock Bottom!!!!!!!!!!

{{JR}}
ROCK BOTTOM!! ROCK BOTTOM!!!



{{King}}
The Rock just Rock Bottomed Stone Cold Steve Austin!!!!

{{Cole}}
Does this mean… Does this mean that The Rock is the newest Heyman Guy!!?!?!

Lesnar and Heyman are in the ring now as The Rock is looking down at Stone Cold who is sprawled out on the mat. Heyman is clapping his hands as Lesnar walks right up to The Rock, getting in his face.

{{King}}
Uh oh..

Lesnar and The Rock exchange a few words as the crowd buzzes. After a few moments The Rock smiles, as does Lesnar, and the two shake hands as the crowd boos!!! Heyman gets in the middle of the two and holds both their hands in the air.

{{King}}
I can’t believe it… The Rock is the newest Heyman Guy!!.. What does this mean for the future of the XWL?!? How can anyone stop Paul Heyman now?!?

We go to a commercial break as we see The Rock, Paul Heyman, and Brock Lesnar all raising their hands high in the air as Stone Cold Steve Austin is left sprawled out on the mat.

[????]:Oh where oh where has little Kofi gone

As Renee Young looks around to see where its coming from

[????]: Oh where oh where can he be.

As the camera turns you see Magnus singing the song.



Renee Young: I would like to introduce my guest at this moment Magnus. Magnus may I ask why are you taunting Kofi?



Magnus: Renee. What you should be asking is Where is Kofi. For my first debut match here on XWL I had a match againt Kofi Kingston, whom might I say again was no where around. Kofi hasn't been around for 2 weeks now. Maybe the reason Kofi wasn't around last week is because he had to face me.



Magnus: See I am a lion.. KING of the Jungle and Kofi is a gazelle. A lion kills a gazelle to eat what it need to survive. On the other had a gazelle fears a lion because of how more powerful they are. Kofi is under me and always will be. I am hungry to achieve greatness, but let me stop worrying about the past lets talk about the present and the future.



Magnus: Tonight I have a match.. my debut match against AJ Styles. Hopefully he doesn't disappear like Kofi Kingston did last week. AJ if you are watching this.. you are about to get in the with the future of this company. A main eventer and I am not letting being easy on you..

As Magnus smiles at Renee and begins to walk off he starts to sing.

Magnus: Oh where oh where has little Kofi gone... Oh where oh where can he be.

Screens fades to black

In a room backstage, four men are seated around a table that has several scraps of paper on it. These are the last four men you would expect to see in one place, a group comprised of Alex Shelley, Kevin Nash, Jay Lethal and XWL Interviewer Jeremy Borash. Shelley has a pencil in his hand and he draws a line through a piece of paper before tossing down the writing utensil triumphantly, while Lethal, who is sitting across the table from him, sighs and buries his face in his hands.

-Jay Lethal-
I don’t believe this… Thirty-seven losses in a row.

-Alex Shelley-
And that, my friend, is why they call me the tic-tac-toe master.

-Jay Lethal-
Half those games I didn’t even get to make a move.

-Alex Shelley-
Just a few tricks I picked up in Japan. Those people know their pen and paper games. Have you ever tried playing one of them at strip hangman? It’s damn near impossible, let me tell you that much. Lost my favorite pair of running shorts to those guys.

-Jay Lethal-
Well I’m pretty sure that in tic-tac-toe you’re at least supposed to give the other guy a chance to make a move…

-Kevin Nash-  
Quit your whining, Jay, those rules were Bob Backlund approved. Alex did nothing wrong. Don’t sweat the loss, kid, our people weren’t cut out for these kids of activities.

-Jay Lethal-
Wait, what do you mean our people?

-Kevin Nash-  
Me and you, Jay, the brothers; we’re not about sitting down at a table and playing these childish games; we’re athletes, freaks of natures, we should be dunking footballs and kicking basketballs.

-Jeremy Borash-
Kevin, I think you’ve got your sports mixed up.

-Alex Shelley-
Yeah, Kev, I’m pretty sure there’s no such thing as football.

-Kevin Nash-  
I think I’d know my balls, considering back in my school days I was a quad-sport athlete, leading my teams to national championships for six years straight single-handidly.

-Jay Lethal-
Quad-sport? That would explain a lot.

-Kevin Nash-  
Hey man, easy with the cheap shots; I’m on your side. It’s these two crackers at the table you should be taking your frustrations out on.

-Jeremy Borash-
There’s no need for any of that guys, we’re all in business together so we should be working together.

-Alex Shelley-
That right, JB, Paparazzi Productions is officially in business and we are already experiencing record profits. At this rate, we’ll be able to afford to buy Kevin here a new bottle of Just for Men, in no time.

-Kevin Nash-  
I’m not doing this for the money, guys. Don’t forget that I was selling out arenas from day one of my career. I’m just sticking around as a favor for a fellow Detroit Native.

-Alex Shelley-
Be honest, you missed the old gang, didn’t you?

-Kevin Nash-  
Well this isn’t quite the old gang now, is it? Lethal is the only one who responded to the invitation and he’s the one we expected to be fashionably late.

-Jay Lethal-
Come on now. I had some free time on my hands and thought, why not? What exactly are we selling to make money anyway?

-Alex Shelley-
Well the legal merchandise are all the footage we’ll be recording, the commentary we’ll be dubbing over and of course, the t-shirts.

-Jeremy Borash-
What about me, Alex? You’re not just keeping me around for my good looks and charming personality, are you?

-Alex Shelley-
Not only that, but we’re naming you our official interviewer. Sure you can do your little chats with scrubs like Bad Influence on the side, but when the time comes we’re going to be doing special Paparazzi Production Interviews and you’ll play a key role in that.

-Jeremy Borash-
Like what?

-Alex Shelley-
In due time that will be revealed, JB, but for now we need a game plan for tonight.

-Jeremy Borash-
Well you have that triple threat match, your first match in America for well over a month now.

-Kevin Nash-  
Triple Threat, huh? I’ve been in my fair share of those. Who ya going up against? Let me see if I can’t give you Bob Backlund approved words of wisdom.

-Jay Lethal-
You’re going up against Dragon and Bobby Roode, aren’t you?

-Alex Shelley-
Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be…

-Kevin Nash-  
Whoa, hold your horses there… the kid’s name is Bobby Roode?

-Jeremy Borash-
Yeah, don’t you remember him from back in TNA?

-Kevin Nash-  
JB I barely remember you, but I think I’d remember hearing some pansy name like Bobby Roode. What is he, Rick’s illegitimate kid?

-Alex Shelley-
There’s no relation… or so they say.

-Jay Lethal-
It’s not even spelled the same, Kevin.

-Jeremy Borash-
Yeah it’s like, R-o-o-d-e. You know, Roode.

-Kevin Nash-  
Well why the hell is it spelled like that?

-Alex Shelley-
Well he had to do something to help him stand out considering everything else about him is so damn boring. Did you see how badly CM Punk beat him at Uprising?

-Jay Lethal-
I’ve never seen anyone get knee’d in the face that hard before. I’m surprised he’s able to talk so soon after that.

-Kevin Nash-  
Or maybe he’s just damn stupid. Let me tell you the education in this country has really taken a sharp decline. Obama needs to do something quick to help these kids out. Jay, I think you need to call him up and tell him to get his head in the game.

-Jay Lethal-
What? I don’t have the president on speed dial.

-Kevin Nash-  
Well there’s your goal for tonight. Meanwhile, Alex here is going to give that Roode guy a Jackknife on my behalf.

-Alex Shelley-
It would be a pleasure and my honor.

-Jeremy Borash-
What about Daniel Bryan, Alex? He and Chris Sabin have been going at it for a while and many are making the argument that he served as a catalyst to Chris turning his back on his fans.

-Kevin Nash-  
Chris Sabin? That name sounds familiar… Oh, ain’t that the name of your boyfriend, Alex? Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course.

-Alex Shelley-
Where the hell did that come from? We’re not lovers.

-Kevin Nash-  
Well I’m not surprised you’re not anymore after you up and went to Japan without him.

-Alex Shelley-
All right, you know what guys? I think it’s about time for me to do some DDP yoga to get my body loosened up. You all sit tight, I’ve got a match to win. Now where’s that damn camera…

Shelley stands up and the camera and tripod fall out of his lap then clatter when they hit the ground. Shelley whistles casually as he picks up the camera then steps out of the room.

 

Boos quickly engulf the arena as Kenny King's entrance theme begins to play over the PA system. Kenny lets his music run on for a few moment before slowly walking out from the back, fixing his wristbands so that they're properly fit. He smirks as he looks down at the ring, ready to go toe to toe with Xavier Woods once again. 

Oh, great . . .

Is there a problem, King?

Yeah, there is, and it's this guy!

I'd have to agree, Kenny King has been on a bit of a tear as of late. 

A bit of a tear, J.R.? He's been attacking defenseless backstage workers and trashing hundreds of dollars of equipment for the past three weeks! He's a nut job, and he should have been fired months ago! 

Watch what you say, King. Kenny is a former United States champion! And you'd better keep your mouth shut unless you want to be the next person he injures. 

Oh, I'd like to see him try! I just hope Xavier Woods puts a good whooping on him tonight! 

Kenny is now standing at the end of the ramp. He looks from side to side, then diverts himself around the ring, moving towards the announcers table. Once he's there, he grabs a microphone from one of the ringside hands and places himself dead in front of the table. 

 . . . Final Stand is now just six short weeks away. The biggest event of the entire year! The showcase of the immortals you could say. The grandest stage of them all! Only the best of the absolute best will have the privilege of competing there. Of main eventing it, of making history . . . BUT, for some odd reason that I myself can't even begin to explain, I'm not booked. Yeah, me, the biggest star in sports entertainment today, am not booked at Final Stand. I don't have a title match . . . I'm not in the Money in The Bank match . . . And most importantly, I'm not in the main event, where I belong. And, why is this? You may find yourselves asking . . . It's because everyone is afraid of Kenny King! They've seen what I've done in recent weeks, and they want no part of it. And who can blame them? Oh, yeah, I can. I deserve to be at Final Stand! I deserve to be on the posters, on the dvd covers, in the commercials, on the slurpee cups . . . I deserve to have the recognition, the fame, the championships, the glory . . . But what do I get? . . . Nothing, that's what. No, I'm stuck here, in this arena, surrounded by idiots, about to once again face Xavier Woods in a no count outs match. Yeah, that's what I get. After all of my hard work and dedication to this company, Stephanie McMahon and here office junkies decide to turn me away, to shun their biggest profit. But what can I honestly expect from someone with her mental capability. Not much . . . She's a fool! Just like all of you people who come here to see me, then boo your brains out when I come out here. You all pay to see ME. You all want ME. You all need ME. XWL is Kenny King . . . Cesaro, Shawn Michaels, Layla, Ted DiBiase, Dean Ambrose . . . They've all got one thing in common, they ain't me! And if you're not Kenny King, then you're nobody. The sooner that you all realize that, the better. Now . . . I'm going to put Xavier Woods down once and for all, and then I'm going to go backstage, find Stephanie McMahon, and give her an ultimatum. Either she books me in a match at Uprising, or I take my talents elsewhere. Simple as that . . .

If only . . .

I'm sorry?

You heard me good and well.

You're right, I did, I was just giving you a chance to take it back, old man. So, take it back.

Jerry looks at J.R., then at Cole, then at Kenny. He takes a deep breath, placing both on his hands on the announce table. 

I won't be doing that, Kenny. 

Kenny licks his lips, nodding his head up and down manically. He then laughs, tapping the front of the table with his free hand. 

I'll deal with you once I'm through with Xavier Woods . . . 

Kenny places his microphone down onto the table, taking a final look at Jerry then scoffing. He then enters the ring, awaiting Xavier's arrival. 

-Twenty-two minuets into the match-  

Xavier is sprawled out in front of the announcers table, Kenny over near the steel steps, catching his breath. They've been all around the arena so far, to the crowd, the ramp, the stage and even backstage. Now they've returned to the ringside area, both men out of fuel. The fans are pumped up, they're loving this match! 

What a match this has been thus far! These two are just going at it, no holds barred! 

You can say that again, Cole! These two have just been beating the holy hell out of each other . . . But neither of them will give in! 

Hey, King . . . You're being awfully quiet over there, is something on your mind? 

Yeah, something is on my mind, Cole. Kenny King is on my mind. 

Meanwhile, Kenny is picking Woods up from the cold black mats, delivering some fatal blows to his head. He grabs a hold of Xavier and drags him over to the table, bashing his head down onto the front of it. He does it again, then again, until finally Jerry stands up, Kenny releasing Woods from his grasp. The two simply stare at one another for only a few moments, J.R. tugging at Jerry's pant leg. Kenny laughs as Jerry takes his seat, Cole joining in on the fun. Xavier is trying to pick himself up using the ring apron, but he's shut down by Kenny who comes up from behind with a nasty strike. King once again lifts Woods up and holds him against the ring, turning his head towards Jerry. He flashes a smile before whipping Xavier at the table, sending him tumbling over it, crashing right onto Jerry's lap. Jerry falls back along with his chair and notes, paper flying every which way. Xavier rolls off to the side as Cole nearly dies from laughter, J.R. attempting to help his partner up. Kenny just walks over to Xavier and guides him back to the ring, tossing him underneath the bottom rope. He takes a look back at Jerry who's now to his feet, holding his head in agony. Kenny laughs, ducking between the top and middle rope to gain entry to the ring. What he's met with is unexpected to say the least. Xavier grabs Kenny's arm and twirls it around, whipping him right into his boot! Lost in the Woods! Xavier goes for the cover . . . 1, 2, 3! He got it! Xavier Woods has beaten Kenny King! The crowd goes nuts as Woods struggles to get to his feet, the referee raising his arm in victory. Kenny rolls out of the ring and falls down to the floor, holding his face in sheer pain. All the while, Jerry is sitting in his chair with a slight smile on his face, Cole ranting about how it was all a fluke. As Xavier's music continues to blast over the speakers, Kenny backs up the ramp, stealing a glance at Jerry who's now clapping. Rage is in King's eyes as he reaches the top of the stage, sinister thoughts swimming through his brain. 

[Michael Cole]
Can I have your attention please?... In just 5 weeks time at Final Stand, we have our annual Money in the Bank Ladder matches. We will have 4 superstars battling it out to gain a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship whenever they please. But it's not just the Superstars, the XWL Divas have their very own Money in the Bank briefcase to earn a shot at the Divas Championship. Later tonight we know that Brie Bella and Michelle McCool will go one in one in the first of a best of five to determine which one of them will enter that ladder match. We also found out the other 3 divas who will compete at Final Stand. Madison Eagles, Alicia Fox and AJ Lee.


[Michael Cole]
My guess right now, is one of those divas...She herself is a former three time Divas Champion....please welcome.. AJ Lee!




AJ's theme hits across the arena to a chorus of boo's from the crowd, She skips out from behind the curtain with a smile across her face and she stands at top of the ramp and just sways side to side



AJ stands on top of the ramp before skipping down the ramp. She walks up the steps and enters the ring, she skips around Michael Cole a few times before coming to a halt. The music dies down as AJ Stands and waits, as Michael Cole begins to interview AJ


[Michael Cole]
Now AJ, let's get straight to it... It was announced earlier tonight exclusively on the XWL App that You along with Madison Eagles and Alicia Fox are the first 3 participants announced for the Money in The Bank. There is no denying you've had a bit of up and down year least year in XWL, which ended with you losing your Divas Championship to Layla.. so my question to you is....What do you think made Stephanie think you deserve this shot?


[AJ Lee]
Oh Michael.... I think it's pretty obvious to everybody in this arena, to every diva back there just why I deserve this. Where do you think this diva division would be without me? I've carried the entire division on my back ever since I stepped into this company. I've always been the most deserving and most talented diva this company has had, and now...they're starting to realise it. They couldn't have the Money in The Bank match without me and clearly Stephanie couldn't find 3 other deserving divas...So I guess the rest will have to do. But it doesn't matter because no matter who's in the match...It'll still be ME climbing that ladder and bringing down that briefcase. I will get back my championship...my precious championship.


[Michael Cole]
Now last week...In a bizarre moment to say the least you jumped on Ryback and actually hugged him...What was even going through your mind to even do that?



[AJ Lee]
Cole...Cole...Cole... I said last week that I had a plan, I wanted my revenge on Sara Del Rey and the West Side Army...I'm far from finished with Sara. Last week...I was simply getting in the head of Don West. It had nothing to do with Ryback...It was still about getting do Don West and Sara. Since it's pretty clear that they know I am a threat, they know that Sara will never get even close to achieving what I've achieved. I did what I said, I beat Sara Del Rey and got into the Money in the Bank match...but before I go onto Final Stand and win that briefcase, I want Sara. I want to finish what I started, I want to send Sara back to whatever high school gym she came from....



There’s a big pop when The Queen of Wrestling’s theme blasts through the speakers and moments later she steps onto the stage and to no one’s surprise Don West isn’t far behind.



-Don West-
It’s cute that you think that you’re some big bad diva after you barely escaped with your life at Uprising, but I think it’s time that we refresh that fragile little memory of yours. You see, the record books may show that you ended up with the “victory” but everyone who saw what went down with their own two eyes saw that you got creamed!

-Sara Del Rey-
And how exactly did you go about showing that you were the best? Getting pinned by Layla for what was it, Don?

-Don West-
I think it was the hundredth time!

-Sara Del Rey-
The one hundredth time, AJ. But you want us to think that if you won the money in the bank ladder match there’d be some kind of chance that you’d become a champion again? Are you kidding me?

-Don West-
That’s even if she won the match, I mean just look at her! She’s half the size of everyone else so it’ll take her twice as long to climb to the top!

West lowers the mic as he bursts into laughter, though AJ doesn’t look too amused

[AJ Lee]
You think my size has anything to do with it? I've never let my size stop me from doing anything. I've beat divas twice the size of me, I've smashed them with chairs, I've smashed them with ladders...and I've made my way to the top of this business. I've proved that size doesn't matter in this business, I broke that glass ceiling that was placed above me into tiny little pieces. I don't care if Layla pinned me because it means nothing...I will get my revenge on Layla when the time is right, but first I want my revenge on you. Why don't you come to this ring now? if you're so good, if you're so tough try and finish what you think you started at Uprising.



-Don West-
I guess your size really doesn’t matter when your main weapon is that big mouth of yours! I’ve sure you’ve scared off plenty of other lesser women with your little mind games but Sara already showed that she’s in a completely different league when she showed you up at Uprising.

-Sara Del Rey-
And if you think that I’m going to waste my time with you again then you’re in for a surprise. I came here to fight, AJ. I came here to wrestle and put the other women in this company to shame, not to deal with a grown woman who skips and hugs like a little girl.

-Don West-
This shouldn’t even be about revenge, AJ. You should be grateful that Sara gave you the time of day and got into the ring with you. You should be sending her flowers and coffee and gum her way to show how much you appreciated what she did for you, not threats and insults because you can’t handle the fact that she can easily accomplish everything that you have in this company, while it’ll be downright impossible for you to possess half the talent that Sara does.

[AJ Lee]
Don't you think it's Ironic, Don? Each week you came out here and run your mouth about Sara or about Amazing Red...or whatever other reject you can get your hands on. Whilst I back up everything I say... I said I'd beat Sara at Uprising...and that's what I did. I told you I'd be in Money in the Bank..and look whats happened there. Unlike you... I back up everything I say, I don't need somebody to talk me up or make me seem better than I am like Sara obviously does..what do you think she proved at Uprising? That she takes the easy way out? That she knew she couldn't beat me?



-Don West-
AJ, you know that everything you say is a load of crap, which is why even today you’re still begging and pleading and wishing and hoping that Sara would get into the ring with you because if it wasn’t for her you wouldn’t be relevant in 2014.

-Sara Del Rey-
You’re old news, AJ; why can’t you just learn to accept that? You had your fun, you’ve had your moment, but now it’s time for you to step aside so that a woman like me can undo the damage you did.

-Don West-
I mean, you come around here bragging about being in miss money in the bank as if it’s supposed to be this big accomplishment when the fact of the matter is, Stephanie McMahon left the real threat to the championship out of the match. Sara doesn’t need to jump through hoops or put herself in unnecessarily risky predicaments to get what she deserves.

-Sara Del Rey-
I don’t need to climb up a ladder and grab a briefcase to be recognized as a contender for the championship. When I feel like it, I’ll walk up to Layla or Paige and take the title from them and there’s not a thing the rest of the division can do but watch helplessly as the true Queen reigns supreme.

[AJ Lee]
You won't even have to worry about Layla or Paige...because by the time you earn a championship shot... I will be the one with the Divas Championship. You're at the bottom of the pile....having Don by your side doesn't change that and it will never change. You can't handle not being the big star you was before you got to the big time, the spotlight isn't on you and it will never be on you. See Sara... I didn't need somebody like Don West to get me here...I got here myself. I didn't need some failed commentator to fight my battles,unlike you I did it all alone.



-Don West-
Failed announcer? Are you kidding me? I’ll have you know that if it weren’t for that selfish prick, Mike Tenay I’d be…

-Sara Del Rey-
Easy there, Don, no need to get yourself worked up when we know that everything that comes out of this woman’s mouth is a lie.

-Don West-
You’re.. you’re right, Sara. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got over me.

-Sara Del Rey-
When AJ says she’s one of the greatest divas ever, then we know the truth is she’s one of the worst. When she says that when you were a failed commentator we know the truth is that you were one of the greatest. And when she says that she made it all by her lonesome, we know the truth is that she wouldn’t be where she is if it weren’t for the Chickbusters.

-Don West-
And as it turns out she was the weak link of that little duo.

AJ is clearly now offended by Don's comment

[AJ Lee]
I carried Kaitlyn! Where is she now?! She's sat at home nursing some injury whilst I'm here. Kaitlyn wouldn't have even made into this company without me!

AJ pauses and slowly breathes to try calm herself down

[AJ Lee]
This isn't about Kaitlyn....I am sick of people telling me I am not the best...I am the best. I've proved it every week for year after year. Clearly Sara knows that to be true, she showed the world at Uprising how much of a coward she really is.

-Sara Del Rey-
That’s it AJ, I’m sick of you running your mouth. I’m going to shut it for good now.

Del Rey throws down her microphone then begins marching down the ramp while the crowd breaks out into a chant of her name. She gets to the bottom of the ramp and slides halfway into the ring before changing her mind and sliding back out.

AJ looks like she’s about to explode from sheer anger and frustration while on the other side of the spectrum Del Rey has a smile on her face as she takes her finger and winds it around her ear, the universal sign that could only mean one thing in this case.

The people in attendance quickly catch on, bursting into a chant of “crazy” and even West can’t help but chime in. AJ screams at the top of her lungs then cover her ears, but that’s not going to drown out the voices of the thousands here tonight. Before Breakdown fades to a commercial the last image we’re left with is AJ on her knees in the ring, while West and Del Rey smile on the stage.

The cameras pan up to the arena, and slowly turns to the commentary table, where we see our 3 commentators, J.R, Cole, and Lawler, all with their tablets.[/b]

Lawler
Hello everyone and welcome back to XWL Breakdown! We have plenty of matches in store for you tonight!

J.R
That's right King! We have John Cena facing Ted Dibiase later on tonight, and what changes this match up, is that we have Dean Ambrose as the special ref tonight!

Cole
Guys, we already know that DiBiase is gonna win this match tonight. After 2 weeks ago at Uprisingl, we saw Edge, Goldberg and Prince Devitt brutally attack John, by the orders of Paul Heyman.

Lawler
Yeah, but it's John Cena! He can pull through anything! He's like the Superman of this company, whenever he's weak with power, he always manages to pull though and overcome any obstacle.



Suddenly, the theme of R-Truth starts to play, as he appears from the back. He's wearing gray trousers, and a shirt with a Lil Jimmy logo in the centre, but it has a big red line going diagonal from the bottom right of the logo to the top left. He begins to head down to the ring while the commentators discuss some stuff.

Cole
Do you guys remember what happened last week, or did it slip your minds?

J.R
What Cole? About where Cena got beat up by three other men?

Lawler
Or when Eric Young did a duet with Matt Striker?

Cole
NO! I'm talking about R-Truth! He had to go to Lil' Jimmy's funeral last week. He got pushed into his grave because of some kid wearing a Rey Mysterio mask. Ron also had a note from Lil Jimmy claiming that he liked Rey Mysterio better and always was his best friend instead of Ron. He then attacked Mysterio during his Street Fight match with Sheamus, costing him the victory. Maybe that's why he's out here tonight guys!



Both Lawler and J.R are looking at their tablet devices, then look back at Cole confused.

Lawler
Did you say something Cole? I was looking at some stuff on the Safari.

R-Truth finally gets into the ring, while taking a microphone that was placed on the steel steps for no reason at all. He gets into the centre of the ring, and holds the microphone really close to his mouth, as he starts to speak.

R-Truth
I bet y'all were wondering why I did what I did last week. Why I attacked Mysterio with the chair costing him the victory. Why didn't I go to get some food after the funeral. Well all that can be answered tonight, right in front of Green Bay, Wisconsin! Wait, did I say that right? Nah, who cares, the point being is that you guys are able to understand my feelings and why I did what I did last week. I attacked Mysterio because of one thing and one thing only. Vengeance.



R-Truth
Why vengeance you may ask? Well it's that simple. After Lil' Jimmy betrayed me, for so many years, and didn't have the balls to admit that he liked someone just a little more than me, it just doesn't make you happy. You would want someone to tell you. And when he told me, he wasn't even alive to tell me, it was just on some tiny sticky note, that he probably left on his fridge so he doesn't forget that I still exist. But to the main problem at hand, Rey Mysterio never deserved a friend like Lil Jimmy. Sure, they're the same size and all, but Rey always betrayed his friends. He betrayed Batista, and look what happened after that. Batista destroyed him, just like I destroyed him last week.

R-Truth stares around and continues to speak.



R-Truth
Now Rey then went to be carried out on a stretcher last week, meaning that I obviously damaged him enough to say that he won't be coming back for a while. I'm the best of this company, and now that Mysterio is gone, I am here to prove it. Prove that I'm not a 'wanna-be'. Prove that I'm not here to 'Show Off'. Prove that I am #1 at anything that I do from tonight, until Steph decides to do what won't be 'Best for Business' and take me off the roster because of my health. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get ready for my match against JTG, one of the worst superstars in the locker room of all time! HAHA!

As Truth begins to walk to the ropes to leave, he is interrupted by....





Truth's eyes widens as he see's what the crowd is going nuts for. Rey Mysterio comes charging out with only one thing on his mind. "revenge". As he slides into the ring, Truth goes for a right hand but Rey dodges it and spears Truth to the mat. After he gets him to the mat, he begins to unload a fury of punches to Truth who is trying his hardest to guard his face. After a few moments of this, Mysterio get's up and kicks Truth in the side of the head as he raises up.



J.R
It's Rey Mysterio and he's come for his revenge!

Lawler
Oh man! He's giving it to R Truth!

Cole
What's he doing out here!? Truth has to prepare for his damn match!

Mysterio takes his shirt off which he throws out of the ring and go right back onto the attack but R Truth rolls out of the ring and puts his arm on the announce table to rest while holding his lip which seems to be bleeding. But Rey isn't done just yet. As R Truth rests, he turns around and bounces off the ropes to gain enough speed and momentum to dive over the top rope and break the distance by hitting R Truth sending both of their bodies crashing into the front of the announce table. The crowd goes insane as Rey get's up and lifts up the ring apron to pull out a steel chair. The same weapon that Truth used to send Rey through not one but TWO tables last week on Breakdown. He awaits for Truth to get to his feet and as he does, Rey comes charging at him with the chair but Truth stops Rey with a kick to the gut. R Truth then grabs Rey by the back of the head and sends him head first into the ring post causing Rey and the chair to drop to the floor as Truth begins to rest once more this time holding his left shoulder which hit the announce table earlier.



J.R
Oh man! Rey started out strong but I think he's out of it after facing that steel post head on.

R Truth realizes that Rey is starting to get back to his feet so he picks up the chair and attempts to hit Rey with it but Rey slides under Truth's legs and drop kicks his back sending him go face forward hitting his face with the steel chair with the impact of the fall behind him to add more force and pain to it. Rey then picks up R Truth and sends him into the ring only to meet up with a handful of referees trying to stop the attack. However, Rey doesn't listen to them. Instead he lifts up Truth's upper body and places him on the second ropes which triggers a loud pop from the crowd as they know what's about to happen. Rey cuffs his hands and screams out to the world, "619!!!!". He runs towards the ropes and swings around to connect with a strong kick to the face of R Truth, also known as the 619! As R Truth lays their motionless, Rey jumps off the top rope and connects with a frog splash to add on more excitement to the crowd. Rey is seen trying to continue until more officials come out to stop the attack and finally get Rey to leave the ring for Truth to be checked on by doctors.

Lawler
Well Rey wanted revenge and he got it! R Truth is out of it!

Cole
This was uncalled for!

J.R
And what Truth did last week was? Give me a break Michael.

The scene ends as Rey is being escorted backstage and R Truth is laying in the ring with an open wound on his forehead gushing out blood from hitting the steal chair and being surrounded by doctors trying to stitch it up. Breakdown then continues elsewhere.

As the crowd begins to settle down, the song "Off The Chain" trigger the negative side of the crowd.





JR: Oh man here comes the guy who lost two weeks ago at Uprising!

King: He doesn't look too happy.

They erupt in a chorus of boo's as the man who lost against CM Punk at Uprising makes his way out on the stage and down the ramp with a mic in hand. As he enters the ring, he waits a few moments for the crowd to quiet down and let him speak.

Bobby Roode
At Uprising, CM Punk got a fluke victory over me.

Roode is forced to pause for a moment as that first sentence receives a whole lot of heat from the fans.

JR: CM Punk won cleanly!

Cole: No he didn't!

Bobby Roode
For one, the ref was counting slower than usual when I hit the Pay Off. And two, Punk had some sort of metal in his knee pad which caused me to lose. Now, I'm not the guy to usually get mad about things like this, but I should of won that match! Now Punk's ego is bigger than ever. In a little bit you're going to see the guy walk out here with a big smile on his face and he's going to talk about how he's the best in the world. Well now I know how he's gotten so many wins. He's an asshole who uses a very hard metal padding in his knee pads which knocks his opponents out as soon as he hits the GTS. And quite frankly, I think he knew I was closing in on a victory. So he took the cheap way out and cheated. But it's ok. Everyone knows that I am the real winner and I don't need to prove myself. Punk got the cheap win and I went home knowing that the Era Of Bobby Roode has started. Anybody with a brain and a pair of eyes would know that I dominated Punk throughout that match up. He was begging for mercy and the only way he got out alive was that little piece of metal in his knee pad. Bravo Punk. You let everyone know just how much of a pathetic loser you really are. And I will not be facing you again because Final Stand is meant for men who don't go the easy way out. That's why I'll be at Final Stand having my moment while you'll be sitting on the sidelines.



Bobby Roode
Now I'm done with Punk. I made the statement I wanted to make by proving how dominant I really am and that's it. Now I want to refresh your memory of who I really am and what the Era Of Bobby Roode is really about. You see, like I said a few weeks back, when the Era Of Bobby Roode would start at Uprising, you would all get to witness me on a path of domination. Dominating anyone who enters my path. That's what's going to happen now. Last week I beat Stone Cold steve Austin. One of the toughest SOB's on the planet. I hit him with that payoff and knocked the bald son of a bitch out in the middle of this ring. I made an example out of him. Maybe now you'll all realize that I'm not playing around. I'm as serious as a heart attack and what I say is true. All your heroes will bow down to the Leader Of The Selfish Generation.

The crowd doesn't like the negative comments about Stone Cold Steve Austin as they react with a roar of boo's towards the IT Factor.

Bobby Roode
Now it's time to get real here folks. What's next for Bobby Roode? What can I do to get to where I want to be? Maybe I should start with taking out the biggest joke XWL has to offer. Eric Young. Or maybe I should single handily take out DX. What an accomplishment that would be. So many options for the IT Factor, I'm having trouble choosing. How about somebody chooses for me? How about somebody from the back comes on out here so I can not only make an example out of them, but change them in the process. Change them into one of my own little minions that will follow me as I lead this generation to rise from the ashes of the old generation and ultimately take over professional wrestling. Because I have the skill and the charisma to be the leader that CM Punk could never be. I......



Bobby Roode is then cut off by.....



The fans let out a pop as Jeff Hardy's music blasts through the P.A, and Bobby's attention shifts to the stage, not finished speaking but apparently Jeff Hardy's heard enough of what he's got to say.

JR: Well ask and ye shall recieve!

King:  I don't think Bobby's talk of "change" is going to go over to well with this one.

JR: We saw how defiant Jeff was to Bray Wyatt who spoke change of the highest degree.

Cole: And just look how well that worked out for him, he lost!

Walking out onto the stage, Jeff's painted face captures the attention of everyone in the building, especially Bobby Roode.



Gazing out into the masses and masses of creatures, Jeff soon makes his way down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of Bobby Roode the entire time. Just as he finished his journey to the ring, he climbs up the steps almost in an animalistic way by touching each next step with his hands until he rises to a standing position and enters the ring, joining the "IT Factor."

Cole: Jeff's once again starting something that he won't be the one to finish.

King:
Oh hush!

Retrieving a microphone, Jeff makes his way closer to Bobby, so that he can address him face to face.




From the words you speak, I'd say it looks like you're not taking your defeat as well I. For a while I may have failed in my quest to stop Bray Wyatt, and that task may now have fallen on another. You're stuck in a trance of denial, denying that you've fallen, that you've FAILED. You sought out to make a statement, to use CM Punk as your stepping stone, but only ended up, as his.





It hurts, doesn't it? You and I weren't victorious in our conquest, you didn't prove that CM Punk wasn't the best, you helped the argument that he is. I didn't silence Bray Wyatt's message, I helped it get LOUDER! The only difference between us, Bobby...is the fact that I have enough respect for myself to not come out here and make excuse after EXCUSE! You lost, I lost, we both lost, That is FACT! There's nothing you can say that'll make it better, your words will not help nurse the wounds to your ego. You want to get REAL?! What's real is being accountable for your mistakes, growing from them, and learning from them! So I say this to you, are you going to move on just as CM Punk has, or are you going to continue lying to yourself?!

Bobby Roode begins to laugh before replying to the strange creature standing in front of him.


Bobby Roode
I know what you're trying to do here Jeff. You're calling me a liar and basically telling me that CM Punk is better than me and I have to deal with that. But the fact is. He isn't. Nobody is Jeff. I proved last night that a win doesn't mean everything. I dominated the man all around this ring whether he wants to admit it or not and I opened the eyes of the suited folks backstage. I made a statement is what I did Jeff. And now I'm out here trying to move on. I'm trying to find a new target and it so happens that you stepped right on the bulls-eye which means you're next. You've written your own death this time Jeff. We've wrestled before. You may be a freak who tries to dress all intimidating but when you step in the ring with a Canadian workhorse like myself, you'll realize that the intimidation tactics are wearing off and it's time to take off the silly face paint, go to rehab, and leave this company.



Bobby Roode
So whether you're out here to accept my challenge or not, I'm in no mood to play your little games. So tell me what you're out here for. Huh? And don't give me that "I respect myself enough to admit defeat" bull crap either. We both know that you got your ass handed to you by a man who said he was going to do something and he did it. Bray Wyatt destroyed you and your little creatures and now you're out here confronting me? Don't kid yourself Jeff. You can't come back from that loss. I will come back from mine. That's simply because I don't hide my identity. I know who I am and I know what I need to do which allows me to rise up from the ashes like I said before and bring myself to the very top of this business where I belong while you're still going to be resting at the bottom of a cliff that isn't meant for your pudgy little hands to climb. Admit it Jeff. You're really out here so I can save you from suffering all of this. I can help you climb out of the whole that you dug yourself. You are experiencing a career suicide type of situation and as the Leader Of The Selfish Generation, I can help lead you back to the real world.......a world free of little creatures and horrible losses. I can bring you to the very top of the Era Of Bobby Roode where you can stand at my side and witness first hand of what kind of impact I am capable of bringing to the professional wrestling world.





Spare me your mumbo jumbo, I cannot be lead, for I do NOT follow! The suffering is not mine to be had, it is YOURS. Say what you wish, believe in what you must, but do not try to drag me down this path with you. I know who I am, who I am is Jeff Hardy, a man that has made every mistake a man can make, a man who has had to overcome himself, his demons, and the world itself to stand here before you tonight! The truth is Bobby Roode, you know not who you are, you know only of who you want to be. You want to be a leader, you want to bring about change, you want to matter, you so desperately long for the day where the lies you've told yourself night in and night out, finally come to be. But that day is not near, that day is not coming, it's time to wake up, it's time to look in the mirror and see you for who you are!




Not the leader of a "Selfish Generation" just a man that's too fool of himself for his own good! There is no good that can come from feeling like you do, there is no light at the tunnel for you. True redemption comes in the form of acceptance. Accepting what we cannot control, and that is our failures. You cannot rise to the top without crashing to the very bitter bottom, and that is where you and I both stand. You're not on the rise, you've crash landed in a pit of despair that you have done everything to disguise with things not even YOU believe! It's time to be truthful with yourself, IT IS TIME to open your eyes, IT IS TIME TO REFLECT ON WHAT WE CANNOT CHANGE! Bobby Roode, it is time, cast the broken violin aside, let this be your last excuse, embark on a journey of enlightenment!



Bobby Roode
You see Jeff this is what makes me laugh. You are out here claiming are lies when I prove it every single week. Sure I lost last week against CM Punk which I said I would win. And you're out here saying I give excuse after excuse which isn't the case. I call it like I see it Jeff. Punk clearly had something in his knee pad. And of course you're not going to believe me because the only people you listen to are the freaks back at the trailer park. You are as hard headed as the rest which makes me despise you Jeff. Yet you still come out here week in and week out living a lie yourself. That lie is the fact that you say you have respect for yourself. And if you had respect for yourself then how come you kill your body with drugs and alcohol. How come you cover up your face and body with art. That just means you're hiding something. You're not who you say you are. As for me. I am who i say I am. I am a leader. Whether you want to believe it or not, I am the one man that'll lead this generation. Not you. Not Punk. Not Cena. And certainly not Dean Ambrose. It's Bobby Roode. The IT Factor. The greatest wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots and you better believe that I'll keep that title for years to come.



Bobby Roode
Who needs the title of The Best In The World anyways? Not me. I lost one match and everybody thinks that they can assume that it automatically makes Punk the best. That just goes to show how much that title means anymore. People can throw it around left and right but only one man can prove it. And that's me. I've proven it in the past and you can bet your ass that I'll prove it in the future when not only do I climb over your wounded body, but the wounded bodies of all of the other men who step in my path. And the only thing I need to accept at the moment is the fact that I have to share this ring with such a low class......pathetic waste of a man.




There you again, hiding in your shroud of denial, and WHY?! Do you think throwing around every insult thought up against me time and time again before will have any effect on me? I've heard it all, and each and every time someone brings up my past, my mistakes, all of the times I've screwed up that countless men have used against me will make you feel better about yourself? Do you think the words you speak have any effect on me at all?! I know I'm pathetic, I know I know I'm a screw up, but at least I know who I am!  






I've made mistakes, I've paid the cost of my transgressions, and I've had to look into the disappointed eyes of my Creatures of The Night more times than I'd like to admit. I don't claim to be perfect, I don't claim to be better than you or anybody else in this world, but I do know you can only fool yourself for so long, before reality slaps you in the face!

Bobby stands there for a second looking down at the mat taking in those last few words from Jeff before looking up at him and slapping him across the face which catches him off guard and sends him backwards yet still on his feet.

JR: OH!!!

Bobby Roode
You mean like that???

Grasping the side of his face, Jeff's head turns back to Bobby, his eyes wide, intensely staring...the fans aren't sure how Jeff's going to react to being slapped across the face, but seeing Roode smirk as if he found that funny...sends Jeff into an uncontrollable rage! He pounces onto The IT Factor, taking him down to the canvas and wailing away with clubbing blows from each hand.

King: Jeff Hardy's taking it to Bobby Roode!

Cole: Someone get that nut job off of him!


Shielding his face just as much as he can, Bobby's in an almost helpless state. He tries to kick his legs up, to help aid him in pushing Jeff away, but that's a task that's proving to be a lot easier said than done. The Charismatic Enigma isn't showing signs of stopping, so Bobby does the only thing he can do in a moment like this, he claws at his eyes, giving the opening he needed to push him off, but he's not done there! Once he's back to his feet, he charges right at Jeff returning the favor and beating the holy hell out of him like a child throwing a tantrum. No traditional punches by any means, it's more of a hammer like pounding striking him in any way, in any place that he can.

Cole: Yeah! That's right Bobby, teach that freak a lesson!

JR: Not even a minute ago you were all over Jeff for attacking Bobby Roode, and now that the roles are reversed you're cheering him on like as if you were his own personal cheerleader!

King: I swear Cole, after all of these years together, I still can't get over how much of a hypocrite you are!


Still as hostile as ever, Bobby grabs a tight handful of Jeff's hair and begins to ram the back of his skull against the mat over and over. But being quick on his feet, Jeff manages to send the two of them into a rolling journey across the ring, mounting on top of Bobby returning the favor, only for Roode to roll back on top seconds later, but not for long because Jeff shifts back in control! In a brawl that doesn't show signs of stopping, they continue to trade control, neither holding it for long...until their antics become too much, and the sound of a very familiar, and enforcing theme is heard.





Not paying attention to the sudden tune for their brawl, Bobby and Jeff continue going at it, while The General Manager steps out onto the stage, not pleased in the least bit.



[Stephanie McMahon]
Stop it! Stop it this instant, do you two hear me?! HEY! Don't make me raise my voice any louder, or else there'll be HELL to pay for the both of you!


After a few seconds they're still at it, but the threat eventually catches on as they separate, glaring at one another, before focusing on Stephanie.



[Stephanie McMahon]
As The General Manager of this show, it is my job to see to it that incidents like that, do not go unnoticed. Now it appears as if you two have an issue that needs resolving, lucky for you, I have the perfect solution. Clearly you're both harboring a lot of anger towards yourselves for having such poor performances at Uprising, and failing to back up what you both said you could, and WOULD do. So it's healthy to want to take that aggression out on something, or someone. You need a release, you need an outlet in which you can forget, and truly move on. They always say when you fall off the horse, get back on it....so how about I give you two something to make this whole process of defeat go a lot easier? Would you like that? Well it doesn't matter if you'd like that, because next week...



[Stephanie McMahon]
It's going to be Jeff Hardy versus Bobby Roode, one on one inside that very ring! One of you will win, and move on to better things, and the other...well he'll just have to face facts and accept that maybe, just maybe he can't cash the checks his mouth writes.

Not taking their eyes off of each other, Jeff and Bobby exchange glances that seem more than pleased that they'll be facing next week.


[Stephanie McMahon]
That's all for now gentlemen, have a lovely night, and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING!



JR:  How about that, Jeff Hardy versus Bobby Roode next week, this is one budding rivalry I can't wait to watch go down.

Cole: Bobby's going to wipe the floor with him!

King: Stephanie McMahon laying the law door, and woo boy I am not envious of these two gentlemen at all.


As Stephanie turned to leave, having said and done all she came out here to do...Bobby suddenly looks to get in a cheap shot, swinging for a punch that Jeff completely saw coming, and dodges it! Roode nearly stumbles forward, having missed his target, and gets swiftly kicked in the gut, Jeff goes for the Twist of Fate, but as he spins, Roode shoves him off, drops down to the mat, and rolls out waving him off. "I'll finish this next week!" Bobby screams, through with Hardy for the evening, and the two opponents for next week's show then spend the remaining seconds with their eyes locked, until we fade out to a commercial break.

The crowd starts coming alive with the titantron as it clicks to life with images of their bearded hero. His theme begins to play as the crowd begins to cheer for him.



The intro to the theme dies out as Eric Young walks out onto stage going through the motions of his entrance, head bobbing up and down with the beat, clapping his hands. He stands atop the ramp, clapping with his entrance for another moment then extends his arms, smiling at the cheering crowd. He then walks down the ramp, not in his wrestling gear though, but in his casual attire of jean shorts, a old t-shirt, and a backwards ball cap.

Young comes down the ramp, stopping to lock up with two different kids who reach out for him as the surrounding fans reach out to touch him. Young continues his entrance, reaching the bottom of the ramp and turning left to head for the stairs. He climbs them quickly, and enters the ring. He then walks across the ring, taking the mic from the ring announcer. He brings up the mic, cutting the theme off as he begins to speak.

{{Eric Young}}
I'm not going to lie, this feel overly weird. It has been a while since I've come out here and spoke. Then again, with me and my, silly little moments, all I need is a nice funky beat and Matt Striker. Isn't that all we need in life is a nice funky beat and Matt Striker? I could live with that. That is my trip to a deserted island to be honest with you, is Matt Striker and music.

Eric cuts a grin, the crowd chanting his initials.

{{Eric Young}}
So, I think first thing is first. Tonight, I am scheduled to face our very own United States Champion, Antonio Cesaroooooooooooo!

Eric continues to hold the "oooo" for an extended period of time before running out of breath and coughing, doubling over with the cough.

{{Eric Young}}
Sorry guys. My lungs aren't what they use to be at holding notes. But, that isn't the only reason I bring him up. Facing someone is no reason to talk about him. The reason I am even talking about him and his weird getting shot taunt thingy, is because he hold something around his waist I have been wanting for a while now. Gold. See, I've been without a title for some time now, just happy to be here. Which, don't get me wrong, I am happy to be here. I still wouldn't mind weighing ten pounds more because of a big hunk of gold around my waist. Tonight, I am going to beat Cesaro and prove why I should be in the title scene around here! That, that would make me very happy.

Young gives the crowd a moment to settle down before continuing.

{{Eric Young}}
Happiness. It's something I am driven off of throughout my life and my career. Apparently, that is considered to be a bad thing by some people! Go figure, right? I am absolutely shocked! I thought everyone wanted to be happy! I guess everyone doesn't include Bray Wyatt and his band of misfits.

The crowd comes alive again as Young throws out the insult.

{{Eric Young}}
See, I am not usually one to throw around any, mean things, am I? Nah, didn't think so. So I will look at what happened last week as a, happy accident. Shall we go back to one moment in particular?

Young points to the titantron as it comes alive with the insane eyes and smile of Bray Wyatt.

Quote :

After a few moments of staring at the repeating image, Young turns back to the crowd.

{{Eric Young}}
You see, after watching this tape over, due to being unconscious to being planted on my, gorgeous face by the Sister Abigail, I realized two things. One, I need to get me a jacket like he's got because they are absolutely splendid! Two, you're a hypocrite, Bray. You seemed to be upset with me because I enjoy having fun and games, but it seems to me like you were having some fun right there! Am I wrong?

The crowd chants "no!" in response.

{{Eric Young}}
Thank you! Now, Mr. Wyatt, if you, and Luke Herper, and Derrick Rowan want to try and pick on me to satisfy those unfulfilled desires that you face growing up a short and ugly kid, then by all means, go ahead and beat me up. But I must warn you Bray, I am far more powerful than you can imagine. They call you the eater of worlds, well Bray, I am the eater of chicken. Be afraid, be very, afraid.

Young cuts a martial arts like pose, as though trying to intimidate his attackers who must be watching from afar. He then cuts a smile, enjoying himself. Like last week, the lights go out!


We're Here.....








{Michael Cole}
Oh thank god! Someone to shut this lunatic up!

{Jim Ross}
If last week is any indication, Eric Young needs to hightail it from that ring. Otherwise, he's in for a world of hurt.


Moments pass but no lantern and no light illuminate the stage. Even more time slips out the window until finally the lights come on and only one man stands on the stage staring at Young: Luke Harper?!


{Michael Cole}
Where' Bray? We need him out here! Not his goon!


Harper stares at Eric without moving, possibly even breathing, and just holds the microphone he brought out by his waist. Eric begins to grow impatient inside the ring and goes to speak but Luke Harper immediately shoots the mic up to his mouth and yells!


{Luke Harper}
HUSH!


Young's face locks up in a comedic like face of shock at the first words of Luke Harper.


{Luke Harper}
Some here question the righteousness of our cause, you question the validity of our words, you question MY loyalty to Bray Wyatt.....and for those who doubt us.....there will be blood. There will be a end of days that will far surpass your wildest imaginations and those who question it, deny it will not hear our call as the whole world falls. They will be left to fend for themselves, stuck in the proverbial hell we will create and as the fires of Abigail burn and destroy all around you....we and our people will ascend to the new world and in that world there will be peace! No lies by our leaders, no wars for their personal gain, no unnecessary death! Until till that time however, pain and destruction are our tools to reach it and inevitably....if you don't believe in our cause, we will find you.

Eric cocks a smile as Harper's mic returns to the side of his waist. Young brings up his mic now, as Harper cocks his head.

{{Eric Young}}
You talk a lot for a sidekick dude. And you talk a lot about really pointless things. I mean, let me ask you something Mr. Harper. Why does this, oh great and powerful Bray Wyatt ask you to come out here just to say that? Couldn't he of wrote something else? Like, "oh, hey Eric, how's your night going?" because that would of started a great conversation compared to whatever you were trying to start right there. Now I guess this is where I need to try and act all tough, right? Well, I don't know who you are trying to find, because I didn't go anywhere. I'm right here you big blind dummy. So how about you say something that isn't cryptic now. Unless, you aren't sure what that word means. Well let me define it. Cryptic, means dumb. So don't say anything dumb.


{Luke Harper}
Pointless? You think the word of Wyatt is pointless? Eric, you are standing there showing the world why you need to be made an example of. You are either stupid or don't realize how much danger you are in. You joke about asking how your day is, but I don't need to hear you answer that because I know how it will end, and it won't be well. You're all alone in this Eric, no one dares cross our path and after we are done with you everyone will quiver in fear at what it means when they see the Wyatt's. They will run and they will hide and it all starts with you Eric, we will break you and you will never be the same man again.

Eric cocks a sour face in response.

{{Eric Young}}
Of course I won't be the same after this, I'll smell a whole lot worse. But, who doesn't after handing out with you guys for a few seconds? How about this, I might be alone, but I am not scared at all of you guys. If you want to make an example out of me, then come on and do it.

Young extends his arms, awaiting Harper to join him in the ring. However Harper stands expresionless at the top of the ramp, burning a hole through Eric Young with his stare. He keeps the look locked on him but raises the mic up...


{Luke Harper}
Patience...Patience...Patience...


Luke Harper repeats the same word over and over as he steps backwards into the backstage area, leaving a confused and mildly creeped out Eric Young in the ring asking "What the ef?" as the show goes to commercial break.

Renee Young
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, he is a former XWL World Heavyweight Champion, Christian!



Christian
Thank you Renee.

Renee Young
Christian, it has been just under a month since we last saw you in an XWL arena, I'm sure that everyone here wants to know, what happened?

Christian
Well usually I wouldn't talk about it, but since it's you Renee, I was forced to take some unexpected time off due to personal issues.

Renee Young
That's completely understandable, but you were scheduled to compete at Uprising against Edge in a chairs match, with your sudden absence, you were replaced by Matt Hardy, how does that make you feel, and will we ever see that chairs match how it was intended to be?

Christian curls his lips and looks down at Renee.

Christian
Honestly, after what he did to me a month ago, I couldn't wait to smack that smirk off Edge's face with a steel chair, it was the one thing that I spent the last couple of weeks regretting. If it was possible, I would have shown up that night to show Edge just how big a mistake he made when he speared me. I wish I could have dropped everything and hopped on a flight to the arena, but it just wasn't to be. As for my replacement, Matt Hardy? Really? Does that make any sense to anyone? What reason could Hardy possibly have to involve himself into my problems? Other than seeing a way to keep his own relevancy, I really can't think of a reason. And why on earth does Edge want to bother wasting his time with that sorry excuse for a wrestler? Wouldn't he, wouldn't anyone prefer to see Christian and Edge go at it one more time rather than Edge fight a gassed Fatt Hardy?



Christian
Now that I'm back Renee, I want to make it absolutely clear, I'm not done with the Rated R Superstar, he started a fight, and I'll be damned if I'm not the one to end it. Even if I have to go through Fatt Hardy to get it, Christian and Edge will have one more match  at Final Stand, you can count on it.