We’re whisked away backstage in the middle of a conversation between Ryback and Don West.
-The Ryback- I know, I was just having a little.. Identity crisis I guess you could call it. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the Heyman Crew’s actions didn’t affect me. But don’t worry, AJ won’t be issue moving forward, I’ve got my head back on my shoulders now. I’m only going to be focusing on winning matches, the West Side Army, and of course making up for my prior two title matches by finally winning a championship, and bringing some more gold home to the West Side Army. I know that I haven’t been gone, but Don, I’m back. And as for Sheamus, well, I requested that match. He got the better of me. I appreciate the offer, but I need to deal with that situation on my own. And I will. What we really need to talk about is your choice regarding my Final Stand Match. Stephanie said that she needs your decision tonight. And I just want you to know that I want you to pick me. If I lose then I should be the one who is fired, simple as that.
-Don West- Dammit Ryback! You think one of the first things I want to hear after the one month of hell we’ve been through trying to get the gang back together is that it’s on me to put someone on the chopping block? How many times do you think Stephanie McMahon is going to show mercy on us and let one of us waltz back into the company as if everything is fine and dandy? We’ve already skated by twice, and just barely. We should be counting our blessings; we made lightning strike twice! Why press the issue and try again? We only get two free strikes before the third sends us back to the dugout! Look at the hell she put Amazing Red through just to get me back! Next time she might tell one of us to fight the entire Breakdown roster! There just has to be another way around this, Ryback, we can’t let Heyman try to rip us apart again; he’s already lost everything and we can’t let him drag us down with him.
-The Ryback- Don, I’ve been triple powerbombed, speared, put through tables, and humiliated by Paul Heyman and his crew. At Final Stand we’re not playing Paul’s game, he’s playing mine. I need my revenge, I need to prove to Paul, to myself, and to everyone that I’m better than Goldberg. Paul took everything from me, now it’s my turn to return the favor. Please Don, trust me, trust in me. I know that I can win this match..
-Don West- I trust you more than anyone in this company, Ryback. I believed in you when people were writing you off as just another meat head with more brawn than brains; I took you under my wing and showed that there was more to you than meets the eye and that was proven when you took Shawn Michaels to his limit not once, but twice. If we were just going by who’s the better the man, then this wouldn’t be an issue. Anybody with half a brain knows that when it comes to the potential to create havoc and devastation and carnage never before seen in a wrestling ring, Goldberg just doesn’t measure up to what you can do. He’s had his time in the spotlight and now just like everyone else that has called themselves a Heyman guy, he’s desperately trying to hang on to what once was. But here’s the thing, this match isn’t some passing of the torch ordeal because that flame burnt out a long time ago! You have nothing to prove but everything to lose, Ryback, and I know you can win this match too, but we also know that chumps like Heyman and Goldberg don’t exactly like playing by the rules.
-The Ryback- RYBACK RULES!!! Don, I don't care if Paul finds ten new Heyman Guys to try and interfere, hell, I dare him to try and getting in my way!
Paul Heyman Well that’s not going to be an issue..
The Ryback and West turn in surprise as they see Paul Heyman smiling at them, Brock Lesnar right behind him. The Ryback takes a step towards Paul, but Don puts his hand in front of The Big Guy as Brock steps in front of Paul. The Ryback looks angry enough to take on Brock Lesnar, but stays back out of respect for Don.
-The Ryback- What are you doing here? You’re not allowed on Breakdown.
Paul Heyman Well tonight I am here as a guest.
-The Ryback- A guest? Who’s guest?
Paul Heyman Stephanie McMahon. You see, Goldberg and The Rock may no longer be my clients, but Brock Lesnar is. So I was invited here to assist my client in his contract signing as is his right.. Loop holes Ryan, loop holes.
-The Ryback- I’ll show you loop holes.
Brock Lesnar- What does that even mean?
-The Ryback- Shut up, STUPID!!
Brock Lesnar- What did you just call me?
Stephanie McMahon Enough!
Everyone turns in surprise as Stephanie walks into the scene.
Stephanie McMahon I’m glad that I have you all here. I was discussing your match with Vince Ryback, and my father thinks that it needs a match stipulation. Tables. Or Ladders. Extreme Rules. You know. So I’m leaving that up to you two, Don, Paul. The two of you need to agree on a match type right now, otherwise Ryback won’t have a Final Stand Match… and neither will Brock!!
Brock Lesnar- What??
Paul Heyman Stephanie..
Brock and The Ryback look towards their managers with desperation, realizing that in order for them to compete on the grandest stage of them all, Paul Heyman and Don West…. Will have to agree on something!!
-Don West- Well one West Side Army member is already competing in a Steel Cage match so why not make it two?!
Paul Heyman How... Original. You would pick the same boring old match that one of your other clients is competing in. But that's not me. I don't settle for ordinary. No. A Steel Cage match is far too tame for this occasion. I want to make sure that The Ryback can't escape his third loss to Goldberg. That's why I want a Hell in a Cell Match!!
-Don West- Steel Cage!
Paul Heyman Hell in a Cell!
-Don West- Steel Cage!
Paul Heyman Hell in a Cell!
West and Heyman glare at one another. They suddenly both snap their fingers at the same time, and shout in unison "I've got it... A STEEL CAGE INSIDE OF A HELL IN A CELL!!!".
Paul Heyman I thought of it first.
Stephanie McMahon It doesn't matter who thought of it first Paul, you big baby. It's settled. Ryback and Goldberg will face off in a Steel Cage inside of a Hell in a Cell Match. If Ryback wins, than Paul will no longer have a contract as a manager, and his new job will be announced by me at Final Stand. If Goldberg wins than, who will be fired Don?
-Don West- I don’t think so, Stephanie, I’m not playing this game.
Stephanie McMahon Fine, have it your way. But if you make me choose, I have half a mind to have the whole West Side Army fired!
-Don West- Wait!
Stephanie McMahon Thought so.
Paul Heyman Hold on a second, I think I prefer her idea!
-Don West- Would you shut your trap? All right… Ryback, are you sure about this? There’s no turning back after this.
-The Ryback- Positive.
-Don West- Then he’s my choice, Stephanie.
Stephanie McMahon Okay, Don has made his choice, now it’s time you make yours Brock. Will you accept Amazing Red's challenge?
Paul Heyman Final Stand is a time for huge matches. Matches like Stone Cold vs Rock, Cena vs. Orton. Final Stand is the one day out of the 365 day year that makes this job the best job on the face of this earth. Final Stand is where history is made... That being said Brock Lesnar vs Amazing Red... will blow the freaking roof right off of the stadium! There is no match on the Final Stand card that can compare to what will go down between my client and Amazing Red. For almost half of a year these two men have been at each other’s throats as the two best managers in this business went at it on the mic. To say that these two men showed their resilience, their will to fight, their Amazingness for lack of a better word, would be an understatement. At Final Stand this will all come to a close. The Beast vers-
-Don West- You think you can promote this match better than I can? Let me tell you about that match, Paul, that match is what dreams are made of, pal! I’m talking about the two best in the business going at it one more time. People are out there asking: “Why should we care about these two fighting again?” And I say you should give a crap because every match between these two gets better the next time they get into the ring with each other. But there’s also one important fact that people may not be aware of: Throughout the tag team matches, the I Quits, the Ultimate Xs, neither man has pinned the other, but now… now there’s no way around that. In match that’s going to be one fall to the finish, we’re going to find out once and for all who the better man is. At Final Stand you’re going to see things from these two that you’ve never seen them do before because now that they know each other like the back of their hand’s they’ve gotta go out there and pull out all the stops so that it’s their hand that’s raised in the air when it’s all said and done.
Paul Heyman The only thing I ask for in return.. And no Stephanie its not another firing so you can put your eyebrow down, you aren't the Rock you look ridiculous. No. All I ask is that if Brock Lesnar wins at Final Stand the you Don't will have to shake my hand. And of course I'll humor you and pretend that there is a chance of Amazing Red wine , so yes, I'll shake your ha d if Amazing Red wins. What do you think?
-Don West- You’ve got yourself a deal. I’ll be sure to wear a glove.
On that note, West and Ryback walk off-screen and Heyman turns around to see Stephanie with a hand over her mouth trying to hide her amusement at West’s comment. Heyman mutters something under his breath then turns to leave with Lesnar as Breakdown fades to a commercial break.
The scene opens with Zack Ryder, the leader of the Ryder Revolution. He stands before numerous shelves, each sporting different actions figures of himself and his friends in the wrestling business. A sly smirks crawls over his face as he looks down into the camera and grins as he finally begins to speak.
ZACK RYDER | LEADER OF THE RYDER REVOLUTION Woo, Woo, Woo boys and girls, it’s me your hero, your icon, the one and only, Zack Ryder. Now my bros, things have – well they have not gone well for us. I signed here over a month ago and I promised to change the landscape. I promised each and every one of you, to my biggest bro to my littlest bro that I would do you all proud. You have all had my back for so many years and I wanted to show you what your support meant to me – and well to be honest I felt like I have let you down. John Cena, Seth Rollins and Goldberg, they have all faced me and well – they have all defeated me. I am going to be honest here guys, I am disappointed with myself. I mean I know the odds were against me, the guys that I have been paired up against, they have been here longer, they know the score and they are beasts to be honest. I felt like I am being paired against men I have no chance in defeating – now I am not complaining about that, it is a challenge, but I am getting sick of always coming up short. Last week was the first time in years I was in a main event and Goldberg speared right back down to the bottom of the pile. Of course it was soul destroying, of course it knocked me back, but hell I am Zack Ryder. The odds are always against me, for years I have been knocked back and back and back, but tonight – hell tonight is the night it all changes and I bag my first win here.
A look of confidence would wash of the leader of the ryder revolution. Tonight he had a match and it was against the ever so talented Kenny King, make no mistake about it, this was a match that Zack Ryder had to win no matter what.
ZACK RYDER | LEADER OF THE RYDER REVOLUTION Now Kenny King, he is as talented as they come – hell I am going to bet that he is the most talented guy in this company, but last week I got a taste of what he has got. He was in that match with me and Goldberg, but he withdraw to the outside like some sort of coward. He hides at ringside and lost the match on purpose and from that I can see that he is not as good as he once was. If he refused to wrestle in the main event of all things, then there is something u. I know that I can defeat Kenny – hell I am going to go out and a whim and bet my god damn career that I can defeat him. I need this bros. I need to win this match. There are no ifs or buts or candy or nuts, I have to win and I have to do whatever is possible to get that victory. My career is going nowhere here; I have not had anything go right for me, but that all changes tonight. Because I am going to defeat Kenny King. I am going to knock him down and show all of you that Zack Ryder is the real deal.
As "Turn Up The Trouble" blasts throughout the arena, almost everyone in the audience rises to their feet. Cameras, phones, hands, all go up into the air, the cheers almost deafening.
J.R.
Is . . . Is that? It is! It's . . . Mr. Kennedy!
Michael Cole
Wow! We haven't seen him in months! Mr. Kennedy returning here tonight on Breakdown!
King
And would you listen to these fans, they're going crazy! They've certainly missed the Green Bay native!
Kennedy, with a smirk on his face, makes his way further out onto the stage. He nods his head, pointing to different parts of the arena, clearly excited to be back.
As his theme music begins to slowly die down, the cheers from the fans become ever so louder. Quickly, chants of, "KEN-E-DY, KEN-E-DY!" and "Welcome back! Welcome back!" fill the arena, making Kennedy smile bright. There is then a short pause as Kennedy looks straight up, the fans knowing what he's looking at.
He then shoots his left arm up into the air, his signature microphone falling down into the palm of his hand. Once it's there, Kennedy takes a deep breath, looking around the arena again, taking it all in.
Kennedy now slowly moves his mic up to his mouth, building up suspense to his first words.
Mr. Kennedy
. . . You know . . . While I was on my little hiatus these past few months, I was at home watching Breakdown every single week. Suffice to say that I've missed this place more than you can possibly imagine. I've longed to return to this show- My show, and compete down there in that very ring. I just couldn't stand it any longer, so last week, I picked up the phone and I told Stephanie McMahon, "Stephanie, I'm coming home!" So here I am, alive and in the flesh, ready to get back into the action. And what a better time to come back than one week before the biggest event of the year! The grandest stage of them all, the showcase of the immortals, an event that I've competed at multiple times in the past, Final Stand! And at Final Stand, we've got some great matches taking place. Shawn Michaels vs. Sheamus! Antonio Cesaro vs. Roman Reigns! . . . Dean Ambrose vs. Ted DiBiase!!! But . . . Something's missing. Something just- Just doesn't feel right! What is it, what is it, what is it- AH! I've got it. I'm not on the card! That's right . . . Nowhere to be found. But fret not, I will be at Final Stand ladies and gentleman. I may not have a match and I may not be competing for a championship, but I will be there. Count on that. And, speaking of championships . . . Look, a lot of guys come out here and they make promises, they make guarantees. They say that they're going to do whatever it takes to wear some gold around their waist. But me? Well, I'll just let my actions in the ring speak for itself. Because I'm-
Kennedy releases his microphone and it soars back up through the air. With the fans in a frenzy, Kennedy takes a final bow and fixes his jacket before heading to the back, ready to return to the ring and kick some ass.
(How was that? Not that bad, eh?)
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A sharp kick connects to the gut of Zack Ryder as Kenny King continues his aggressive assault on the leader of the Ryder Revolution. The match has been strongly in the favor of Kenny King, who has remained on top of Ryder throughout, not letting him catch his breath. Zack swings but misses as King ducks underneath the punch and retaliates with a boot to Ryder's skull, laying him flat out on his back. Kenny takes a deep breath then pumps his fist into the air three times, mocking his downed foe as he chants, "WOO! WOO! WOO!" The end of the match is in sight as King lifts Ryder up and throws him over his shoulders into the fireman's carry, setting him up for the Royal Flush. Kenny twists around so that he's making eye contact with Jerry Lawler, the fans booing loudly. King winks at Jerry then lets out a small laugh, going to drop Ryder. But the delay costs him as Zack reverses it into the Saving Grace! Ryder quickly goes for a cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
The fans, Jerry and even Zack himself are in shock as Kenny holds the back of his neck in agony. Ryder's face lights up with joy as he shoots both of his arms up into the air. But he doesn't stick around long, he quickly slides out of the ring and jogs up the ramp, Kenny now propping himself up in the corner. King lowers his head, still holding onto the back of his neck. He stands to his feet, balling his free hand up into a fist, turning towards the announcers table. Jerry sits, staring back at Kenny with a look of disdain. The two just spend a few moments looking at one another before Kenny requests a microphone from ringside. Once one is placed in his hand, he throws his free arm over the top rope closest to the announcers table, leaning his body forward.
Kenny King
. . . I . . . I think that I was wrong, Jerry. I'm not a changed man. These past few weeks have made me think that I am, that I want to be, but I- I'm not. And neither are you. One week from today, I'm going to be putting my career on the line against you. And I'm not afraid, because you're nothing more than a washed up, good for nothing, has been, who needs to learn when to keep his damn mouth shut. I'm going to teach you a lesson at Final Stand, Jerry. I'm going to break you in half . . . It may be my career that's on the line, but it's going to be you who's forced to retire! But- Who says we have to wait until next Friday to go at it, eh? What say you that I come over there and make it so that you can't even make it to Final Stand!?
In a sudden flash, Kenny exits the ring and walks right up to Jerry, who stands up from his chair so that he's eye to eye with King. The two share another intense stare, Kenny finally backing off.
Kenny King
. . . Nah, I'll just wait until next Friday to beat your sorry ass.
Kenny takes his microphone and tosses it onto the table in front of Lawler, giving his foe a nasty smirk. With the fans booing in disgust, King's theme music hits and he walks off to the back, ready for Final Stand.
Breakdown shifts to the backstage area. Trish Stratus is close to the catering area alone, ordering a coffee before she's ambushed by one of XWL's many interviewers.
[Interviewer] Trish! Trish! A few words about what happened last week during the contract signing with Madison Eagles?
Trish turns and in a very over-the-top tone replies excitedly...
[Trish Stratus] Wow! Did you see it? Wasn't it awesome? The way I attacked her from behind so easily... AND I kicked her head off again! She really is as dumb as she looks isn't she...
[Interviewer] Well, it'll be interesting to see if you can do the same when the two of you face off one-on-one within the rules of a wrestling match this Sunday at Final Stand. There won't be any sneak attacks or-
[Trish Stratus] Oh come on! Are you really thinking the outcome will be any different? It's just going to be the same as it always is... Madison Eagles is going to be left unconscious in the ring while I stand over her triumphantly, showing that I am far superior to her and better than she could ever hope to be. She's trying and failing so, so badly, to be someone that means something in this business... but she's just a poor little girl in a woman's world. She's like a bad Trish Stratus rip-off, trying to revolutionize this Divas division but nobody cares... it's quite sad. But it's ok. I'll do Madison a favor and end her charade this Sunday by once again giving her a concussion. There's only so many concussions you can get in this business in this day and age and continue on right?
[Interviewer] Well, I guess so but-
[Trish Stratus] Nope! There's no "but"s about it! And once I'm through with Madison I can finally focus on the Divas Championship once again and my comeback will truly be complete. Now you've had your fair share of words from me tonight. Shoo. Get gone. Bye bye.
Trish shoos the interviewer away rudely before rolling her eyes and returning to get her coffee from the counter... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . IT'S MADISON EAGLES! Eagles has disguised herself as a caterer and was the one behind the counter all along! She throws the coffee all over Trish in one swift movement! Trish screams like a banshee as the hot liquid drips all down her front. Eagles leaps over the counter like something out of an action movie and begins her assault. There's no witnesses or nobody around to break up this brawl. Eagles begins landing big rights and lefts on Trish after tackling her to the floor as Trish continues to wail in agony. Eagles is all fired up as she continues pounding away at her rival. She eventually stands and picks up the groggy Trish, taking her over to some cakes and smashing her head face into a chocolate cake! Trish is a complete mess at this point with the icing and coffee all over her. There's still nobody in sight to put a stop to this chaos and save Trish from the beating that has taken her completely by surprise. Eagles is loving every moment of this as seen by the smug look on her face. But she knows she needs to leave enough on the bones to pick at this coming Sunday at Final Stand where she has the opportunity to prove her point once and for all by defeating her former mentor on the grandest stage of them all. With that in mind, she talks some trash to Trish, lands a big slap, then throws her head first into a nearby vending machine with a big thud, causing several of the tasty snacks and treats inside to fall to the bottom. Trish remains a broken heap at the foot of the machine probably unconscious, as Eagles dusts her hands back and forth proud of a job well done.
[Madison Eagles] See you Sunday...
The screen then fades to black for a commercial break.
Breakdown returns from a commercial break to the sound of Jerry "The King" Lawler's music, which has been playing for some time.
The crowd are chanting "Jerry!" as King allows a smile to creep across his face. He is stood in the ring with a mic in hand. A table has been set out before him with 2 seats either side of what appears to be a contract of some kind. After a few moments, King begins to speak.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] Thank you... thank you so much. You're too kind. Now, as you all know this coming Sunday is the biggest event of the year. It's the showcase of the immortals and the grandest stage of them all... Final Stand VI!
The crowd cheers in approval.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] Sunday will be a historic occasion. There's some huge matches scheduled including the main event for the World Heavyweight Championship, Dean Ambrose vs Ted Dibiase...
Mixed reaction from the crowd.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] The Money In The Bank ladder match...
Loud cheers can be heard.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] The United States, Intercontinental and Divas Championships are on the line...
More cheers rise up from the fans.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] And many, many more. It's going to be a show to remember. But with that being said in my opinion there is one match that stands out from the others. This match contains two of the all-time greats in what has been one of the most fierce and personal rivalries in recent memory. And not only that, they will be locked inside the sadistic structure known as Hell In A Cell. I'm of course talking about "The Game" Triple H vs Chris Jericho.
The fans let out their excitement, but King looks uncomfortable as he begins to talk about the brutal match-type.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] Now... just between you and I... I'm glad I never had to participate inside Hell In A Cell in my career. It's a match that shortens careers and a match type made in hell... no pun intended. Both men will walk into the structure as fit, healthy individuals... arguably in their prime. On one hand you have the self-proclaimed "Best in the world" Chris Jericho, and who would argue with him with his dominance of the main event scene over the past couple of years with numerous World title reigns and a King Of The Ring victory to boot. And then you have "The Cerebral Assassin" himself, Triple H. One half of DX and a recent United States Champion. You'd be a fool to think that Triple H is all laughs and jokes because underneath all of that he is one of the most sadistic and calculating individuals this business has ever seen. He's a formidable force in his own right. But after Sunday... well, they'll be changed forever. The mental and physical beating both men will endure inside Hell In A Cell will forever leave it's mark. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of Hell In A Cell, there's a video package that's been prepared to sum it all up for you, but I do have to warn you to watch at your discretion. Roll the footage...
A video package begins to play, highlighting the Devil's Playground.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] As you can see, it's obvious from that footage that we are no doubt in store for a barbaric match-up this coming Sunday. It's a fitting end to the rivalry between Triple H and Chris Jericho because from day one it's been personal. Both men have put the other through undue physical and mental punishment, and at one point it looked like we saw the end of the career of Triple H's best friend Shawn Michaels. Everything is in place for a classic and I'm out here right now to oversee the contract signing for this huge match-up. So allow me to introduce to you first of all... Y2J... CHRIS JERICHO!
The theme of "Y2J" hits across the arena to a chorus of boos from the audience, showing their clear dislike for the former World Champion. Jericho walks on stage with a smug look across his face.
Jericho pays no attention to the jeering fans, he just puts on a stern face and walks down the aisle. Jericho slowly walks down the ramp, and up the steps. He enters the ring and Jerry Lawler offers to shake the hand of Y2J, but Jericho just ignores it and picks up a microphone that is sitting on the table.
[Chris Jericho] You know, Lawler...I was waiting back there and I could just hear you..hear you talking Triple H up, talking like Triple H has a chance when he steps inside the Cell with Chris Jericho. Everybody knows that I will be the one standing with my hand raised, I will be standing over a beaten and bloodied Triple H. There is no doubting that, it is a fact. You are doing what Triple H does, what Shawn Michaels does...You're filling these fans head with false hope, false hope that their hero will overcome the odds, that their hero will beat me. But what they fail to realise is that Triple H is no hero, there is no fairytale ending for Triple H. This isn't some cheesy movie, Hunter won't get his happy ending...This is real. To me, this contract isn't to agree for a match, it's to agree to a fight...or in Hunter's case...it's signing away his career.
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] Well Jericho... I'm sure Triple H will have something to say about that. Let's not waste anymore time and get him out here so you can say that to his face. Please welcome, "The Game"... TRIPLE H!
There's a huge ovation as the opening to Triple H's music begins to play. The King Of Kings appears on the entrance ramp, dressed for the occasion in a snappy suit. He raises his arms up into the "X" delighting the fans before making his way down to the ring.
He seems to be finding wearing a suit again oddly amusing, managing a slight smirk until he reaches the bottom of the ramp where his expression quickly changes to one of purpose and intensity as he locks eyes with his hated rival. The Cerebral Assassin slowly climbs the ring steps, eyeing up his prey, as he enters the ring. He shakes King's hand before grabbing the spare mic from the table. His expression softens as he begins with some jokey opening dialogue.
[Triple H] I hope I've dressed for the occasion. I'd better look the part because this suit feels uncomfortable. I hate to think how the guys who run this place feel because I already feel like I have a stick shoved up my ass just wearing this. Who knows, maybe I'll start talking bullcrap and using big words nobody understands just for the sake of it in a few minutes. I can see why you have that problem a lot Chris. It's the suits man... you need to start wearing something more comfortable. Lighten up a little.
King is in the corner chuckling to himself and the fans also laugh along with him. Jericho doesn't appear amused at all.
[Chris Jericho] Do you think you're funny? Is this all a joke to you? All you ever do is come out to this ring with Michaels and make cheesy jokes to get cheap laughs from these parasites...and you do it to cover up the fact that you're a broken old man. You can't live up to the standard you once set, the level you were once at. You're not the Cerebral Assassin you claim to be, I am the real Cerebral Assassin. The anger, the hate you once had inside you has gone. I remember the Triple H that would beat people to a bloody mess..but now, Hunter..You're the one getting beat to a bloody mess.
[Triple H] Well, I can't remember the last time I was beaten to a bloody mess... nope. Must've been a while ago so I'm not really sure what you're talking about with that one. And as far as "claiming" to be the Cerebral Assassin... unlike you, I've never claimed to be anything. I was given the name the Cerebral Assassin by the legendary Jim Ross because of the way I intelligently took out my opponents limb by limb. And that's something you're going to know all about come this Sunday inside Hell In A Cell, Jericho. Believe me!
The crowd begins a "Triple H!" chant as he becomes ever more intense.
[Triple H] You want to stand there and say the anger is gone... that the hate is gone... that I'm some kind of a shell of my former self?... Well I've got news for you. I'm still the man I once was. I'm still the same competitor who will do whatever it takes to pick up the victory. I am still the very same guy who if you mess with him, his friends or his family he will make your life a living hell. And this Sunday, Jericho... you are going to be the guy who has to go through that hell.
With that, supported by the backing of thousands of cheers, "The Game" confidently and forcefully signs the contract under the gaze of Jericho before slamming the pen down, all fired-up!
[Jerry "The King" Lawler] Those are fighting words if I ever heard them! One down folks! And now onto you Chris. Any last words? Are you having any second thoughts or cold feet?
[Chris Jericho] I've heard it all before Hunter, I heard it a year ago when we faced off for the World Championship, and What happened? I was the one with my hand raised, You had your chance to main event Final Stand 5 and you blew it, You couldn't last and you couldn't make it count when it mattered the most...the Old Triple H would've taken that chance with both hands...so this year, you result to trying to fight because you know you no longer have what it takes in this ring. It's been proved time and time again, You claim over and over that you're still The Game..but when was the last time you backed it up?
[Chris Jericho] At Uprising, I promised I'd put an end to D-Generation X...but you and Shawn don't know when to quit, You don't realise that your time is up. At Final Stand, I'm not going to leave you with a choice.... I will leave you in a puddle of your own blood, I will leave you unable to walk. At Final Stand...Hunter, The Game is over.
[Triple H] Am I supposed to be afraid of you? The only "game" that will be over come Sunday is this little game you're playing at pretending to be the "best in the world" and promising to end DX. DX can't be killed. Even if by some miracle you do end my career this Sunday, DX will live on through these people. They make DX what it is. Are you going to make all of them bleed too Chris? Huh? Are you going to go around the world and beat up every single DX fan you can find?
The crowd goes crazy at this point and begins chanting "DX!" over and over again as Jericho looks from left to right with his eyes, not moving his head at all as The King Of Kings becomes fired up once again.
[Triple H] You're right Chris I may not be 20 years old anymore. I might not be as fit as I once was but you can bet your ass that come this Sunday inside Hell In A Cell I will give you a beatdown you will remember for the next 20 years of your life! You want to doubt me? You want to say I don't have what it takes anymore? Sign that contract right now and I'll show you the anger.. I'll show you the hate that you believe is gone!
[Chris Jericho] It's funny Hunter..You still believe your own hype, but after Final Stand..There will be no hype left, there will be no fight, no life left inside you. I will give you a beating like you have never felt before...But for now...Why don't I give you a little preview of Final Stand...
With that said Jericho smashes the microphone across the skull of Triple H with ruthless force! The audience show their hate, as a shocked Jerry Lawler scarpers from the ring to safety. Jericho removes his jacket and throws it down, and with a fire burning in his eyes he picks up the chairs in the ring and throws them down at Triple H. Triple H tries to protect himself but can't possibly stop the heavy chairs as they slam down on his back.
Jericho turns Triple H over and mounts him, with vicious punches. The fans are in shock, as Triple H is getting the same treatment Shawn Michaels got at Uprising. Jericho stands up and the camera reveals a bloodied Triple H. A sadistic smirk comes across the face of Jericho as something crosses his mind. He grabs the pen and jabs it right into the forehead of The Game! The pen is now covered in blood and Jericho turns and signs the contract in Triple H's blood as the fans look on in pure horror and shock at what they are witnessing. Jericho has sent a message here tonight.
But Jericho isn't done! He now turns back and hooks the legs of Triple H who is now wearing a full crimson mask and turns him over into the Walls Of Jericho! Triple H is in clear pain with blood dripping from his skull to the canvas, but despite the pain, despite the blood Triple H isn't tapping out, he tries to break free but to no avail as Jericho continues to apply the pressure. There is no escape...
Suddenly a loud cheer breaks the stunned silence and there's relief from the fans as Triple H's best friend Shawn Michaels dashes down the ramp with a steel chair! He slides in the ring and swings the chair, but Jericho releases Triple H and evades the shot before sliding out to make his escape. Shawn is all fired up begging Jericho to get back in the ring and face him like a man but Jericho is having none of it. He's proud of his handiwork here tonight and just slowly shakes his head with a cold expression on his face.
Jericho looks back at the damaged he caused, as Shawn throws down the chair and checks on Hunter. The Game tries to get to his feet but doesn't seem to have the strength to do so. He manages to get to his knees with the aid of HBK and locks a steely gaze on his rival. Jericho and a bloodied and beaten Game stare a hole in each other as Breakdown fades to a commercial break.
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When Breakdown returns from a commercial break, we see Don West standing in front of a table with a baseb—lead pipe in his hands.
-Don West- Welcome back, folks! This is Don West here with shopXWL.com and… woo! It’s been so long since I’ve said that and boy does it feel better than ever! In fact, it feels so good that I’m going to say it again! Ladies and gentlemen, your eyes are not deceiving you: this is none other than Don West in the flesh and I am here to bring to all you fine members of the XWL Universe another of my famous deals! And you don’t have to look far to see what this deal is all about.
-Don West- I’ve been dying to get back to XWL and you damn sure ready to believe that I feel like cracking some skulls open, but don’t you all worry, I won’t be using this bad-boy right here to do any of that. This lead pipe is for all of you so that you have a little something to remember Dean Ambrose by as his World Title reign continues past Final Stand and beyond! And I know what you’re thinking, “Don, why would we want to go and spend our hard-earned money on some replica?”
-Don West- Replica?! Are you kidding me?! This is the real deal, baby! I’m talking about a pipe that might as well have taken from a construction site or from out under your sink! When it comes to West Side Army Merchandise, I don’t fool around, and unlike a certain imitator last week, all my stuff is legit. But do go thinking that I’d just let them sell you a plain-Jane pipe and call it a day. Uh-uh, that’s not the way I roll. Cameraman, do me a solid and zoom in on this right here.
-Don West- Do you all see this what’s etched into this pipe? Read it with me: “Explicit Ambrose Violence” and would you just take a look at how professional this looks? This pipe is Deam Ambrose approved and this isn’t the kind of equipment you can walk into any old Walmart or Mom and Pop store and snatch it off a shelf. This is completely unique, one of a kind and the only place you can snatch up one of these pipes is off of XWL’s website and if you know what’s good for you, if you want to own something that will be worth thousands down the line as Dean’s stock continues to rise, then you’ll want to get onto your computers and order now.
-Don West- But I know what you’re waiting for, you don’t fool me one bit! You’re waiting for me to sweeten the deal because to some of you this is just a pipe with some worth etched into it. I’m sure a lot of you would want the pipe Dean carries around with him every day, and we would have loved to sell that but I’m sorry to say that after Final Stand that pipe is going to be lodged so far up a certain someone’s patootie that he’ll cause a ruckus every time he steps through a metal detector in an airport. Here’s what I’ll do instead: you see this blank spot on the pipe? You see that pen there on the table? Don’t play coy with me, folks, you know where I’m going with this!
As if right on cue, the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, Dean Ambrose, walks into view, his championship hanging proudly on his shoulder. He looks at the returning leader of The West Side Army before extending his arm towards West, both men exchanging pleasantries with one another as they shake hands. Ambrose removes his championship from over his shoulder and places it on the shoulder of the man that led him to becoming champion. West smiles at Ambrose's gesture as the current champion taps West's shoulder a couple times, mouthing, “Looks good on you, West” before looking towards the camera and begins to speak.
{Dean Ambrose} Authenticity can't be imitated, it can't be replicated, it can't be duplicated, and that is exactly what this lead pipe is: Authentic. Granted, it isn't my personal and trusty lead pipe, it may not be the one I carry around, it may not have been used on another unfortunate soul, but this is as close as you're going to get to having an Ambrose Approved lead pipe. This is as authentic as you can possibly get, down to the weight, the dimensions, and the color.
{Dean Ambrose} This alone should be worth a fortune to attain, but thanks to Don West and his ability to sell ice to an Eskimo, this already great deal has gotten even better. After I defeat Ted DiBiase at Final Stand, after I beat him within an inch of his life, after I shatter his dreams of regaining the World Heavyweight Champion and continue my reign, this authentic lead pipe will be worth even more than it does now. So here's what we're going to do: I talked to the fearless leader of The West Side Army, the man standing right besides me, and he convinced me to give him but a moment of my time to do this...
Not wasting any time, Ambrose extends his arm towards the table and takes hold of the pen with one hand and lifts up the authentic lead pipe sitting next to the pen with the other. After a few moments of scribbling something along the side of it, Ambrose hands the pipe to Don West, who turns it for the camera to see. A quick zoom later, Ambrose's signature is shown in the once empty spot for a few moments before the camera zooms back out and Ambrose continues to speak.
{Dean Ambrose} If the value wasn't through the roof before, it is now. Dean Ambrose has become synonymous with words like unhinged, psychotic, insane. Trust me, the only insane thing about myself and Don West is the price tag on this deal. It should put you on the verge of bankruptcy if you wanted something even a fraction of price of this, you should be living in a cardboard box by the time you make your purchase, but you're not. You have Don West to thank for keeping your financial situation afloat.
{Dean Ambrose} The only thing that could make this deal any better would be if I used this on Ted DiBiase at Final Stand, and if it were up to me, I would do just that, but that's still down the road and I'm sure everybody watching wants to get their hands on this authentic lead pipe and be in possession of a piece of history.
-Don West- Mmm, mmm, mmm! Would you just take a look at this beauty? Signed, touched and given the stamp of approval by the man himself, and there are plenty more where this came from, people! I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen and Final Stand is as special an occasion as any to make this possible! The big wigs kept telling me, “Don, you can’t sell people a lead pipe, we’d get sued up the wazoo!” Of course I’m paraphrasing, but you get the picture, I had to pull a lot of strings and call up some of my old merchandising contacts from back in the day make all of your dreams of owning an authentic lead pipe a reality so you better believe that this is a limited time offer and I can’t guarantee that an opportunity like this will ever come around again.
-Don West- Who cares what people do with this pipe when they buy it? My philosophy is this: you spend your money on it, there’s not a damn person on the planet who can tell you what to do with it. This pipe is no more dangerous than other things on shopXWL.com like a t-shirt a person can be choked with, a mug that can be broken and used to cut someone or a Cody Rhodes DVD that can be used to bore somebody to death! If this were me, I’d mount this on the wall in my bedroom so that it’s the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I go to sleep, but hey that’s just me. Now, I’m not advocating walking around with this thing like you’re Dean Ambrose or anything, because not only can there only be one, but you definitely shouldn’t try anything you see anyone in The West Side Army do at home, but if you just so happen to have this on your person when some wannabe thug tries to make you a victim, then I say: have at ‘em!
-Don West- And you said the right thing earlier, the perfect thing: the price tag on this deal is definitely insane! As much as I’m sure people would be willing to live in a cardboard box so that they can afford something like this, I always take the people, and their wallets, into consideration so I promise you won’t have to be a million dollar man to get one of these into your homes. While I would love to give all of these away for free, an action like that would surely spell the end for Don West in XWL and I just can’t have that. So here’s what I’ll do, people: something like this would be worth hundreds or even thousands of dollars in the hands of an unreasonable salesman, and I’m not going to lie to you, the suits were trying to pull a past one, but I went to war on the people’s behalf and we all came to an agreement. Go ahead and throw the price on the screen.
-Don West- Don’t adjust your TV sets, this isn’t an early April Fool’s joke or a technical glitch, the price you see on your screen is all you’ll have to pay! $99.99?! And that’s including shipping and handling! Do you know what that means? You give us a Ben Franklin and you’ll have a penny left over to toss into DiBiase’s tin can when he’s out on street corners after he embarrasses himself at Final Stand! But I wouldn’t be Don West if I just left it at that, no, I’m going to make that $99.99 count and give you an even bigger bang for your buck! This may get me in trouble later on but I don’t care! Dean, tell these people what else we’ve got for them!
{Dean Ambrose} We could give you a couple of t-shirts, we could give you a few Pay-Per-View DVD's, we could send you something that's been gathering dust in the warehouse for years or maybe give you a code that will reduce the price just a bit and call it a day, but that's now how Don West, Dean Ambrose and The West Side Army roll. Any lesser salesman would take the easy way out, but not us. So here's what the insane salesmen duo of myself and Don West are gonna do...
Ambrose pulls out a second lead pipe from under his sleeve and shows it to the camera for a second, it shows both “Explicit Ambrose Violence” and his signature etched on its side before he places it down alongside the first pipe.
{Dean Ambrose} Why give you one authentic lead pipe when we could give you two? “But Dean, what am I going to do with another one of your authentic lead pipes?” That's the beauty of it, you don't have to keep it for yourself if you don't want to. Give it to a friend, a family member, give it to someone as a birthday present, hell, it would make a great anniversary gift for your loved one. I couldn't think of a better gift than a Dean Ambrose Approved 100% authentic lead pipe.
{Dean Ambrose} But how could we make this better? How can this already insane deal get even more insane? We should be put in an asylum for even thinking about doing this, let alone actually going through with it. I got just the thing that will give you more bang for your buck.
Ambrose motions to someone off screen, telling him or her step forward. A few moments later, a person in a mascot costume steps forward: A giant eagle. The mascot stands alongside West and Ambrose, West is almost at a loss for words, or at least appears to be. The mascot waves towards the camera before flapping its wings up and down repeatedly, as if it had the ability of flight.
{Dean Ambrose} Before you ask, no, the mascot doesn't come with this authentic and personally autographed lead pipe combination. Although, if we could pull that off... But that's a crusade for another day. After we had such a gracious volunteer step up to be a part of this, we couldn't let it go to waste. You must be wondering what this mascot is doing here, and it's real simple really: He's needed for this next part. Don, I need you to avert your eyes.
West shrugs and looks away, giving Ambrose the opening he needed to take a hold of one of the lead pipes on the table, driving it into the padded head of the mascot, causing him to stagger for a moment, clearly being caught off guard. Ambrose places the lead pipe back on the table and takes the second one in his grip before repeating the gesture and unloading a clean shot onto the mascots head, sending him into a temporary slumber on the concrete floor. The sound of the lead pipe being placed back on the table causes West to look back towards the scene, the mascot being laid out on the floor, causing him to let out a sigh as he shakes his head.
{Dean Ambrose} Just when you think this deal couldn't get any better, it does. That may not have been Ted DiBiase in that mascot costume, but now, with video evidence, these two authentic lead pipes sitting on the table have now been used by the World Heavyweight Champion. That mascot may not be able to fly, but that won't stop these Ambrose Approved authentic lead pipes from flying off the shelves. So get yours while we still have them available. Don, why don't you tell them how they could get their hands on one?
-Don West- It’s so easy even Brad Maddox could figure it out! All you have to do is dig into your piggy bank, look under your mattress, take a little something out of the rainy day fund, call up that selfish prick who was always mooching off of you, tell your kids to forget about going to college! Do whatever it takes, folks, whatever. it. takes. to get to scrape together that $99.99 so that you can bring Dean Ambrose’s pipe into your home. And be sure to keep an eye out for future deals, heck, this time next month we could be selling you custom Dean Ambrose World Heavyweight Championships because if Ted DiBiase is the best they can do then you’re looking at the man who may walk into two-thousand and fifteen as your reigning champion. And… you know something? I’m going to let the man himself have the final word.
{Dean Ambrose} After the dust settles at Final Stand, after Maddox's arm hits the mat for a third and final time, after the night comes to a close, I will still be World Heavyweight Champion. Whoever is the new Mr. Money in the Bank, whether it be Shawn Michaels, Edge, CM Punk, or Wade Barrett, if they decide to cash in on me just like Ted did before them, they won't walking out of Final Stand with the World Heavyweight Champion, they won't be walking out at all. Believe That!
With that said, West hands Ambrose his World Heavyweight Championship, who tosses it over his shoulder before West walks off camera with Ambrose following suit. The camera zooms in on the two lead pipes still sitting on the table for a few moments before fading to black.
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As Breakdown continues the cameras are rolling in the arena as the theme of United States champion Antonio Cesaro starts to play through out the arena
As Antonio Cesaro accompanied by Zeb Colter walk out onto the stage the crowd start to boo as the two Real Americans start to make their way to the ring as Zeb raises a microphone up to his mouth
Zeb Colter: Cut the music.
When requested the music fades out as the boos continue from the crowd behind the speech of Zeb Colter
Zeb Colter: Tonight we mark the show stop before the biggest show of the year Final Stand VI, and on that night my client Antonio Cesaro will be defending his United States championship against the man known as Roman Reigns. Now for the last few weeks we have witnessed these two men try to one up the other in physical acts of strength, and needless to say Antonio Cesaro proved to the entire world that he is by far the strongest man in XWL today and if the Powerhouse Roman Reigns thinks he can just walk on into Miami, Florida next week and beat Cesaro by playing his game... Well he already knows that isn't going to end very well for him.
Upon reaching ringside Cesaro unveils a yellow flag reading "Don't tread on me" before throwing it over the top rope in the ring then shortly after Colter walks on the steel steps and enters the ring following by Cesaro
Zeb Colter: And tonight Stephanie McMahon has deemed fit that since neither Cesaro nor Roman Reigns can lay a hand on the other that they will be forced to team together in a Gauntlet match where we will witness man after man sent down to the ring to come face to face with not only the Real American, Antonio Cesaro but also Roman Reigns. And much like Roman Reigns at Final Stand each and every one of these poor individuals have figuratively been handed a one way ticket to an inevitable defeat by the hands of your United States champion, and he will remain your champion for a very long time. I will be damned if we see this championship in the hands of an illegal immigrant that has stolen from this country, a man who has stolen from your families. Quite simply a criminal who is walking around as a free man when he shouldn't be. It's a disgrace to this great country that a man like Roman Reigns is aloud to contend for this championship, but come next week that will be a matter that will be saw to. So with that in mind I would like if every real American here in the arena here tonight stood up on their feetand placed their hands over their hearts and say along with us loud, proud and in one united voice...
As they stand in the ring Cesaro and Zeb both place their hands over their chests as they say in unison
Zeb Colter and Antonio Cesaro: We the people!
As they finish speaking Colter walks over to the side of the ring and hands his mic to a member of the ringside crew as the theme of his partner Roman Reigns starts to play
When Roman Reigns makes his appearance in the crowd the Powerhouse of the former Shield starts to make his way through the masses headed towards the ring
Jim Ross: A very unique match up here tonight, surely one not to the liking of either of these two men, being forced the work together in this Gauntlet match.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: I'm not sure who's more annoyed about this situation, but I can tell you one thing I don't envy any of there opponents here tonight.
As Roman reaches ringside he stand son the other side of the barricade before climbing over it into the ringside area and he slowly circles the ring before he ascends onto the ring apron and enters the ring as he and Cesaro stare each other down
Michael Cole: I wouldn't on any other occasion either, but stepping in the ring with both of them? Good luck with that.
Jim Ross: Matches like this make me happy I'm a commentator, I couldn't imagine being told I was being sent out to face these two.
As the two men stare at each other the bell rings to signal the start of the match
The two opponents come Final Stand for one night only stand side by side in the middle of the ring to take on the impossible odds of the gauntlet match, they stand in the middle of the ring back to back and watch carefully outside of the ring as their eight opponents surround them, Roman Reigns is very familiar with this scenario but is treading on uncommon ground as he has yet to be on this side of things. The referee leans out between the top and middle rope and orders all of the opponents to assemble on the apron in the corner so the match can get underway but these eight hopefuls are looking to make a name for themselves, hoping that if they can take out two of the strongest men that this company have seen for some time that it could secure them a contract on the roster. Regardless of their reasons, the referee does not care and he climbs out of the ring and asserts his authority and demands that they get on the apron or their match could be over before it has even started. The members of the gauntlet comply with the referees demands but both Reigns and Cesaro want to be the first person in the ring, they begin to argue with one another but just like earlier the referee intervenes in the situation and demands that one of them get out of the ring, the one who does so is Roman Reigns, to the amusement of Antonio Cesaro who shoo's him out of the ring and chuckles to himself.
The first Rich Swann climbs into the ring to be the first man to tackle the big Swiss and immediately tries to use his quickness to his advantage, he sprints towards Cesaro and ducks a big clothesline before rebounding and repeating, he uses the momentum to jump over the ropes and onto the apron before springboarding up to the top rope and diving high into the air he clashes with Cesaro and slams to the canvas but quickly realises he has a big problem on his hands as his attack only succeeded in getting his legs caught and in a situation that nobody wants to find themselves in. Cesaro lifts Swann off of the mat and begins to swing Swann round and round like a rag doll, his arms flail about, not really sure what to do or how to escape but he has to find out the hard way that there is no escape. Cesaro continues to swing, the crowd cheer and count with every rotation, the other seven opponents look on, many of them feeling dizzy just looking at it, they can only imagine how Swann feels right now. Reigns looks on, perhaps wondering if this is what is in store for him at Final Stand, he drops down from the apron and begins to walk around on the arena floor. Cesaro continues to spin Swann, perhaps sending a message to his challenger for his United States Championship. To Swann's relief Cesaro releases his legs, he briefly flies through the air before crashing on the mat. He sits up slightly and can see that he is not in a good condition, he eyes seem glazed over and he looks like he might very well be sick, he tries to get to his feet but immediately falls over, so instead he crawls over to the ropes, he leans out between the middle and bottom rope and looks like he is going to throw up, he places his hand over his mouth and... Dropkick! From nowhere Roman Reigns takes Rich Swann's head off with a devastating dropkick to the side of the head and Reigns turns and looks up at Cesaro, saying that this is I store for him. Cesaro drags the lifeless body of Swann into the middle of the ring and covers.
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Rich Swann has been eliminated!
Now it's the turn of ACH, another high flyer who wants to try his luck against Cesaro. Not making the same mistake as Swann, ACH takes his time in his approach, he circles around the ring sizing up his opponent, Cesaro extends his arm trying to bait ACH into a test of strength with him. ACH extends his arm, they interlock their fingers but ACH quickly slams a kick into Cesaro's thigh and quickly follows up with a couple more trying to take the more stronger athlete off of his base. ACH attempts an Irish whip but Cesaro counters and instead it is ACH who bounces off of the ropes, he comes back and attempts a Clothesline but Cesaro ducks and uses the momentum to jump up to the second rope and leap backwards, as ACH turns to face his opponent he turns into a devastating European Uppercut which turns him inside out. Seemingly unconcious, ACH lies in a heap on the canvas not moving an inch but matters are only getting worse for him as Cesaro returns to his feet and cracks his neck, he drags ACH up to his feet and lifts him in the air before slamming him face first into the canvas with the Neutraliser. Cesaro covers.
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Next competitor to climb into the ring is very different to the other two before, a man that looks like he could hold his own against the likes of Cesaro and Reigns: Brian Cage. Both men meet in the centre of the ring and lock up and to the United States Champions surprise, he is shrugged off with relatively ease. However, his confidence is not dented, he locks up with Cage again and the two struggle for control, neither really gaining the upper hand but Cesaro manages to throw Cage's arms to the side and lifts Cage up with a gutwrench. Cage is no lightweight, he is jacked and still Cesaro holds him in the air with no effort before throwing him behind him, slamming Cage's spine to the canvas. Cage grasps at his lower back, trying to make some distance between himself and Cesaro by climbing out under the middle rope onto the apron but his freedom is short lived. Cesaro hinders his escape and drags him up to his feet and hooks his arm and stealing a move from Cage's playbook, shows a great power of strength by suplexing Cage from the apron to the inside of the ring. Cesaro sees his opportunity and lifts Cage back up and places him in a powerbomb position and lets out a chant of “Ricolaaaaa” which many of the fans join in with. Cesaro lifts Cage high in the air before sending him down hard into the mat with the Ricola Bomb. Cesaro covers.
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Brian Cage has been eliminated.
Antonio Cesaro has eliminated three superstars with ease, he shoves Cage away from him and stands up facing Roman Reigns, feeling rather proud of his accomplishment he raises three fingers to mock Reigns, showing how he doesn't need Reigns to get through this gauntlet match. From nowhere Cesaro is dropkicked in the back by the next opponent Roderick Strong sending him hurtling forward into the corner, Reigns takes this opportunity and tags himself in. He climbs into the ring and the two men who will meet at Final Stand stare at one another before Reigns motions for him to get out onto the apron. Reigns squares up to Roddy Strong, there is a lack of intimidation in the eyes of Strong, he refuses to back down from the big samoan. The two men begin to trade punches, one after another they take they turn in striking but it is Reigns who begins to get the upper hand. He forces Strong back into the ropes and Irish whips but Strong counters, Reigns bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a big Flying Clothesline which dam near knocks Roddy Strong out of his boots. A little dazed Strong gets up to his feet and stumbles right back into Reigns who lifts him up and slams him down with a Samoan drop. Reigns drags Strong up to his feet and places him in a Powerbomb position, he lifts Roddy high into the air and taking a page out of a former partners play book he Powerbombs him into the corner. Strong grasps at his spine after having it driven into the turnbuckles but his pain is only momentary as from nowhere Cesaro drives a Yakuza kick into the side of Roddy's skull and instantly switches the lights out. Roddy crumbles to the floor and Reigns covers.
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Scorpio Sky jumps over the top rope and into the match, he attempts to attack Reigns before he has a chance to go on the offensive but Reigns dodges out of the way, Sky turns around. Superman Punch! Scorpio Sky crumbles to the canvas. Reigns covers.
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Scorpio Sky has been eliminated!
Michael Elgin quickly climbs into the ring and charges Reigns into the corner before driving his shoulder into his gut several times and hitting him with many clubbing blows to the spine knocking him down prone in the corner. Elgin drives his foot into the prone Reigns before thinking of trying to cause as much damage as possible, he goes to the opposite corner and charges out and SPEAR! Roman Reigns jumps up to his feet and lets out a huge war cry before covering.
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That is three eliminations in quick succession, Reigns turns to Cesaro with a smirk on his face and raises three fingers, Reigns turns to face the next competitor to climb into the ring who is none other than Ricochet. Reigns walks into the middle of the ring but Ricochet intends to use his speed and quickly darts into the middle of the ring and begins kicking the leg of Reigns to try and take him off of his feet. He throws a couple of punches to the gut before trying to use his speed once again, he runs and bounces off the ropes and takes Reigns down with a dropkick, before Reigns even has a chance to move Ricochet bounces up to his feet and performs a standing shooting star press. He hops up to his feet again and looks to take advantage, he walks over to the corner but walked into the wrong side of the neighborhood as he stumbles across Cesaro but it appears Cesaro has no intention of stopping Ricochet but for good reason the high flyer doesn't trust the man from Switzerland. He turns back to face Reigns who has made it up to his feet, Ricochet throws a haymaker punch but Reigns ducks, taking the back and lifting him high into the and driving him down with the Moment of Silence. Reigns lets out a roar and backs into the corner preparing for a Spear but Cesaro tags himself in. He gets into the ring quickly and tells Reigns to get out onto the apron, Cesaro grabs Ricochet and lifts him to his feet but from nowhere Ricochet hits Cesaro with an Enzugiri, knocking the US Champion down. Ricochet crawls under the bottom rope and onto the apron, he find himself next to Roman Reigns, who like his opponent seems to have no interest in hindering his opponent from causing damage. Ricochet panics and springboards early he flies through the air and as Cesaro gets to his feet SWISS DEATH! Cesaro takes Ricochets head off with a huge European Uppercut. Cesaro covers.
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Ricochet has been eliminated!
Cesaro returns to his feet, he does his Arm Cannon taunt but midway through Reigns tags himself in. Reigns climbs into the ring and tells Cesaro to get onto the apron but the US Champion is having none of it. The two men begin arguing, with one another demanding that the other gets out of the ring. Unbeknownst to them, the last and smallest competitor has entered the ring, Rockstar Spud. He is very hesitant in approaching the two powerhouses but neither of them pay him any attention what so ever, to the extent where it starts to annoy and insult him. Spud can be heard yelling “Come on then!” but still the two have no interest in the little Brit, perhaps sucking up his courage or seeing red, Spud begins to strike both men on the chest with a pathetic forearm strike, he thinks he is getting somewhere and continues but both atheletes just look at each other in sheer disbelief. They both place a hand on Spud's face and pie face him, sending him hurtling back into the middle of the ring, he gets up to his feet and runs at both men but Cesaro grabs him and launches him high into the air and as he falls SPEAR! With an assist from Antonio Cesaro, Roman Reigns breaks Rockstar Spud in half with a devastating Spear! He covers.
1...
2...
3!
Rockstar Spud has been eliminated!
When the referee counts to three he signals for the bell as the theme of the victor starts to play
Following the pinfall the referee raises Roman and Antonio's arms in victory as Zeb Colter enters the ring standing by Cesaro's side handing him back with United States championship with both competitors eyes fixed on each other
Jim Ross: Well this went exactly as we expected, both of these men trying to one up the other and you've got to say with an unexpected assist by the champion, Roman Reigns has got last laugh, but will it last?
Michael Cole: You just know both of these men can't wait to get to Final Stand with the ruling given by Stephanie McMahon that they can't lay a finger on the other.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Zeb Colter hasn't exactly been helping matters, week after week he's been trying to get under Roman Reigns skin, disrespecting his family and his heritage.
Standing by his clients side Colter applauds Cesaro pointing at the championship and more specifically the nameplate on the title
Jim Ross: They're just staring each other down, both men very impressive tonight but they know that come Final Stand it will be an entirely different story all together.
Michael Cole: You can say that again, JR. Both Cesaro and Reigns will be putting it all the the line next week, neither man will want to come up short in what will be an incredibly intense battle between two of the strongest young stars in XWL today.
Jim Ross: We saw in the weight lifting competition the freak-like strength Cesaro has, but Roman Reigns with the Superman could knock just about anybody out in a heartbeat.
Getting up in front of Roman Reigns, Cesaro raises his title up in the air in front of his opponents face as a signal of his reign continuing
Jerry "The King" Lawler: They'll both have each other scouted extremely well, but that man Zeb Colter could very well be the difference. As we last week how many people say he cost Roman Reigns his match against Ted DiBiase, and with his presence at Final Stand, Zeb could just Roman again, but this time when it really counts.
As the stare down continues, neither man wanting to take eyes off the other Cesaro and Colter places their hands of his chest as they say once again
Zeb Colter and Antonio Cesaro: We the People!
In response to that Roman Reigns lets out a huge wolf cry trusting his shoulders back before brushing past Cesaro as he goes to exit the ring
Jim Ross: This all comes to ahead next week at Final Stand, who will walk out with the United States championship, will it be Antonio Cesaro or the challenger Roman Reigns?
With Cesaro and Zeb still in the ring, Roman turns around signalling a championship around his waist then pointing back at the US title as Breakdown heads to a commercial break
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As Breakdown continues the camera is completely dark as a voice can be heard
???: Is this thing on? How do you work this thing?
Then after a few seconds the camera turns on to Dolph Ziggler holding a hand-held video camera outside as he speaks into the lense
Dolph Ziggler: There you go, I knew it was one of these buttons.
Ziggler adjusts the camera so it's properly in place as he continues to speak into it
Dolph Ziggler: I guess you're used to being on this side of the camera aren't you, Seth? But don't go worrying yourself over the little details, kid, just watch me do my thing and try to keep up with everything I say, got it? Good?
With his one spare hand Dolph runs his hand through his hair before flicking his hand down towards to ground
Dolph Ziggler: Now it's no secret that you've clearly lost your mind and you're living in your own little reality so let me catch you up to speed. A few weeks ago you jumped me from behind, because you convinced the entire world has a conspiracy theory to keep you down, the week after you complained about the exact same thing again and again and again and blamed me for it, then I hit you with the Zig Zag and you were starring up at the lights just like you deserved. And yet time and time again you keep complaining about it like there's nothing you can do about. Well I'm just so DAMN SICK of listening to you complaining every single week about the exact same thing, Your friends have moved on the bigger and better things, kid. Just accept it and move on like everybody else already!
Dolph pauses for the briefest of moments before speaking up again almost seemingly cutting off the inner-monologue of the intended viewer, Seth Rollins
Dolph Ziggler: Whoa, whoa just wait a second there, we already know what you're going to say next and just save your breath for somebody who cares Seth. Don't you get it, nobody wants to hear it anymore Seth, just admit it. We've heard the argument time and time again, just admit it kid, in teams there's always a Shawn and there's always a Jannetty, and it's safe to say you're the Jannetty...JKJK You're the guy who carries his bags and it's so painfully obvious to everyone but you, you just want to blame everyone else but you for your short comings, and if that makes you feel better that's just great but there comes a time that it just don't do anymore and that time is right now. The excuses won't do anymore, it's time to wake up and accept the facts for everybody else's sake.
Dolph now comes to a pause as he rolls his eyes thinking back at all the rants that's recently come from Rollins
Dolph Ziggler: Next week at Final Stand is the biggest night of the year, no question about it, and yeah kiddo you've got your big panning for gold final to prepare for, but that's just going to have to wait for a few seconds because that's all the time I need from you, whether I like it or not because believe me there are a thousand better things I have to do with my time than beat you right in the middle of the ring, but that's just what I'm going to do and you'll have no one to blame but yourself once again that on the biggest night in this business you came up short twice, finding out just once again that you don't belong in the same ring as me let alone being in my league. All the while the guys whose coat tails you used to ride on dominate the entire show.
Continuing to speak Dolph starts to over-pronounce certain words to stress their importance
Dolph Ziggler: I heard everything you've had to say about me, that you used to beat on me all the time in a three on one situation, that I haven't done anything lately, and so what? Yeah, I haven't been at my best for the last few months, but that's not a secret, nobodies trying to hide that, heck I was the first one to admit it, but I'm so happy the guy who broke that news to me again is the guy who still talks about how he used to be in The Shield once upon when. Don't worry about it, I'm sure the irony is lost on you already. I'll see you at Final Stand and you'll find out just how damn good I really am.
Dolph Ziggler: Show...
Ziggler leans back looking for to his side, then after a second or two he turns back to the camera
Dolph Ziggler: ...Off
As he finishes speaking the camera cuts out to a video package of every bodies favorite referee Brad Maddox
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*After the match Seth Rollins gets up, looking a tad frustrated about not being able to continue his winning streak. Xavier Woods then says "See you next Sunday" and extends his hand for a handshake. Seth obliges and shakes his hand telling Xavier that it was a great match. Woods then leaves the ring but Seth stays behind and grabs a mic from the time keeper. He then walks to where he was standing and then begins to speak.*
[Seth Rollins] First off, I'd like to say congrats to Xavier! *The camera then focuses on Xavier who gives Seth a thumbs up before reaching the end of the stage and going to the back* That was a fun match.
*Seth then pants and wipes his forehead, the match was a hectic one with both superstars using their most unique and innovative moves to give these fans a preview of whats in store for them at Final Stand VI when both of these men as well as Kurt Angle and Goldberg, meet to see who will win the Quest For Gold. Seth then breaks the silence and says*
[Seth Rollins] Sorry.
*Seth then goes over the the workers at ringside and asks for a bottled water, he recieves it and pours it over himself to seemingly "wake up" before speaking again. He hands the water back to the worker and says.*
[Seth Rollins] Sorry, for being an asshole these past few weeks. I'm tired of sitting there and making excuses for myself, I'm tired of blaming others for my mistakes, because once you do that you'll never fix yourself. Dolph Ziggler tries every week to put me down but honestly, all its done is lit a fire under my ass, and this Sunday he'll live to regret it!
*The crowd pops, not expecting another match to be made for the Final Stand VI card, Seth then smiles but he's still with that intense look in his eyes that we've all come to love, or hate. *
[Seth Rollins] This is a new Seth Rollins, and I know I've said that before but while I wasn't ripping you guys, I was still going after innocent people, Steph, I know we don't see eye to eye but you have given me a chance at Quest For Gold and I'm willing to let it be water under the bridge if you are. Roman, you've seemed to shape up these past few weeks but don't think for one second I won't come after you if you win the US Titl-
*Seth is then interrupted by this familiar theme*
*Stephanie then walks onto the stage with a microphone in hand, she seems pleased with Seth's apology and begins to speak.*
[Stephanie McMahon] Seth, I accept your apology and appreciate how you've handled yourself this week. however, after talking with Dolph Ziggler he has agreed to step in the ring with you at Final Stand VI which means that you'll be pulling double duty obviously. I just want to let you know that there's no one to blame but you if you come up short this weekend Seth.
*Stephanie then heads to the back and Seth just shugs his shoulders and begins speaking again.*
[Seth Rollins] Well, I didn't sign up to this company expecting it to be a walk in the park. Wait, I did, but forget that. Forget Dolph Ziggler, Forget Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, forget main events, hell forget championships. The reason I do this is to entertain all of you guys, and I also do it to inspire the little dudes in the front row want to see me beat up Dolph Ziggler this Sunday.
*Seth then points at a younger fan in the front row, and this gains more cheers from the Rupp Arena faithful. Seth then speaks again.*
[Seth Rollins] You know with Dean Ambrose and Ted Dibiase acting all tough, people think it's cool to be the bad guy. But I'm living proof that you can still be good, look cool, kick ass and take names. Giys like Bret Hart and Stone Cold Steve Austin taught me that and I'm here to show the world that anything's possible. I'm sorry if that's not what you're looking for, I'm sorry if you think I'm cheesy, or weak. Or just a punk who doesnt know what he's talking about. One thing I'm not going to be sorry about anymore is myself and I hope you watch the show this Sunday, because win or lose, I just might steal it.
Jim Ross It's John Cena! We haven't heard from Cena since the six man tag team match two weeks ago, I wonder where he's been?
Michael Cole Who cares where he's been?
Jerry Lawler Well, obviously these people here tonight do, Cole.
Cena steps out onto the stage in his wrestling gear, he readies himself, lifting his right hand to his head, he looks out to the crowd and salutes them before sprinting into the ring, the crowd going nuts to the sound of his music playing through the arena.
Jim Ross What a reaction! You can tell that this audience have missed John Cena.
Jerry Lawler You're right there J.R, and I for one can't wait to find out what Cena's been up to.
Cena stops in the middle of the ring with his microphone in hand, he waits for the music to die down with a big smile across his face before raising it to his lips.
John Cena I know, I know, all of you want to know, where was John Cena last week, right? Everybody wants to know why John Cena was not scheduled to show up to Breakdown last week. Was he too busy recusing a damsel in distress from a ferocious, fire breathing dragon? After his years of research, was he finally able to perfect his cloning machine? Or maybe it was something darker... Did he journey to Gotham city to carry out his diabolical plan to take over the world?! All of these things are possible reasons for his untimely absence! But unfortunately, the truth behind it is nowhere near as exciting. See, you may remember four weeks ago, I was competing in a match with The Ryback at a house show, when who would show up on the titantron, but Penguin himself! His goal was to distract me as Bane, Crane and Two-Face attacked me from behind. I did everything within my power to put an end to their dastardly deeds, but the numbers game proved too much to me, and I fell victim to their assault. Of course it's probably common knowledge now that I didn't walk away from the battle unscathed.. No, I was wounded, I severed multiple muscles in my right arm, leaving me out of action for the recommended seven days, and then once those seven days were over, I returned to action.
John Cena But unfortunately, it appears it was too soon. During the six man tag match two weeks ago, I aggravated the injury in my arm further, and was ordered by Stephanie McMahon herself to not step foot in to an XWL building until I was fully cleared to compete, and so here I am right now, scheduled to compete again a man I haven't fought in a long, long time, Dwayne, The Rock, Johnson! Now, I might...
Before Cena can finish his sentence, he's interrupted.
I HEAR VOICES IN MY HEAD!
Cena lowers his microphone and stares up at the titantron which shows Randy Orton's entrance video.
Jerry Lawler This can only be trouble.
Michael Cole I for one am glad that we don't have to hear John speak anymore. Thank you Randy.
The crowd are booing loudly as Randy Orton walks out onto the stage, a microphone already in his hand, he lifts it up to his lips and makes his way down to the ring.
Randy Orton Just stop John... This might came as a surprise to you... But no one in this arena cares where you've been, in fact, I'd be surprised if any of them even noticed you had gone... But of course, your ego isn't going to let you believe that... You think that these people missed you... I say that these people would like nothing more than to see the back of you. It's one of the few things that they and I share in common. Your mind is so clouded by your ego John... That you don't even see what's right in front of you... You might think your little stories are funny... You might believe that these people are smiling and laughing along with you... But that couldn't be any further from the truth... See John, these people aren't laughing with you... They're laughing at you... They're laughing at your ridiculous attempts to hold onto their attention by reciting your life story as if you were a character in a DC comic book. I'd pity you John... If you weren't so pathetic that is...
Cena looks at Orton with anger in his eyes as he walks around the ring to the steel steps, he climbs them and enters the ring, staring directly at Cena.
John Cena What do you want Randy?
Randy Orton What do I want?... I would have thought I'd made that quite clear by now... I want you gone, John... I want you to turn around right now, walk out of my ring and leave this arena... Infact, no, I want you to leave this state and never come back, I'll even buy your plain ticket for you, all you have to do is walk away...
John Cena I'm afraid that's just not going to happen Randy...
The crowd pop as Cena closes Orton's offer down.
Randy Orton I can't pretend to be surprised... John Cena once again putting his ego above everything else... Including his own well being... Now, John, whatever you think of me.. I'm not an unreasonable man... I'm willing to give you one more chance to rescind your answer... Or I'm afraid I won't be held accountable for what happens to you...
John Cena What happened to you, Randy?
Randy Orton scowls at Cena.
John Cena One year ago from today, you were dedicating your entire life to putting a stop to Kane's reign of terror, to protect your family from harm. You were a loving husband, a caring father, you would have gone to the end of the world for the two women in your life.. Now look at you. You're nothing but a shell of your former self, your problems with controlling your anger have torn apart your life. Your wife is gone, you don't see your daughter any more, and I'm pretty sure there's no one in this company who wants to be around you. Doesn't that tell you something Randy? Wouldn't your time be better spent making amends to the people that you've wronged? To the family that you've turned your back on? Rather than setting your sights on me, maybe you should look in the mirror and set your sights on the man who's to blame for you losing everything you had.
Orton bursts forwards.
Randy Orton SHUT UP!
The crowd boo Orton as he begins to lose his cool.
Randy Orton How dare you speak of my family? Who the hell do you think you are John?
John Cena The truth's a hard pill to swallow.
Randy Orton I SAID SHUT UP!
John Cena Why don't you make me Randy? Here look, I'll make it easier for you.
John Cena turns around with his back to Randy.
John Cena There we go, this is what you're used to right?
Orton's face grows bright red.
Randy Orton John... This is your last chance... Walk away, and you'll never have to see me again... Stay... And the consequences will be dire...
Cena turns around to face Randy once again.
John Cena Randy, let me make this crystal clear for you. The only way I'm leaving this ring or this arena, is if you throw me out!
The crowd cheer as Cena stands his ground. A smile starts to creep across the face of Orton who appears to have calmed himself down.
Randy Orton I was hoping you'd say that.
Without any warning, Orton lashes out and smacks Cena in the temple of his skull with the microphone, sending him crashing down to the canvas. The crowd boo wildly as Cena rolls out of the ring, but Randy Orton is directly behind him. Orton lifts the staggered Cena to his feet, grabbing him by the shoulders, using all of his force, he throws John Cena who clashes with the steel steps at ringside. Cena slumps down over the steel steps, left helpless as Orton slowly walks over to him. Lifting Cena's head up from the steel steps, Orton whispers something to him along the lines of “Don''t say I didn't warn you”, but just as he's about to slam Cena's head down, Cena elbows him in the abdomen and slams Orton's own head into the steps. Orton bounces off of the steel and staggers back to the ground behind him. Cena looking for a fight, he pulls off his shirt and throws it intothe crowd, before turning his attention to Orton and ripping off his shirt as well. Orton struggles to escape as Cena pulls off his shirt, throwing it into the crowd and then going straight back to work on Orton, who is now staggering away on his feet. Cena quickly catches up to him, he grabs him by the shoulders just as Orton had done to him before, and with all his strength, he sends Orton flying into the steel post at ring side.
Jerry Lawler Orton might just end up regretting getting into a fight with John Cena, and I don't think he's done yet.
Cena grabs Orton from the corner, he turns him around and throws him directly into the barricade, but just as he's about to make impact, Orton manages to somehow crawl over the barricade into the audience. Cena's quick to react as Orton gets up to his feet and makes his way through the crowd.
Jumping over the barricade, Cena gives chase to Orton who is slowly but surely climbing the stairs in the middle of the crowd, not realising that Cena is directly on his heels, he continues to drag himself up the stairs before Cena catches up to him, striking him in the back of his head with a swift blow, Orton falls against the railings of the stairs, and Cena quickly takes advantage of the situation, lifting Orton onto his shoulders in the middle of the crowd, who are going nuts at the prospect of an Attitude Adjustment from so high up.
Cena roars out loudly and prepares to drop Orton, but he manages to counter by elbowing Cena in the face repeatedly, leaving him no choice but to let go, Orton lands on his feet and quickly sprints away from Cena, who notices and chases after him. Orton reaches the top of the audience and throws a security guard to the floor before entering a sky box. Cena close on his tail helps the security guard up first before continuing his pursuing of Orton. He runs through the skybox and ends up in the lobby. Looking from side to side, he tries to find Orton as the audience members around him cheer him on.
Spotting the open door, Cena heads towards the exit and to the outside, he walks out onto the tiles and heads towards the stairs, not noticing Randy Orton to his left, who sprints up to him, jumps up into the air and brings Cena crashing down to the ground with him from a lightning quick RKO! The audience members around the back are in shock as Cena lies knocked out on the cold floor. Orton heads back into the building and quickly returns with a microphone in his hand.
Randy Orton I gave you an opportunity to avoid this John... I gave you the chance to run for the hills... But you couldn't put aside your ego... and you're going to have to pay... Next week at Final Stand... When I put an end to you... Once and for all!
Orton drops the microphone to the floor and rolls the dead weight of Cena to the top of the stairs, before following with a strong kick to his side, sending Cena rolling down the stairs. Orton smirks sadistically as the segment comes to an end.
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Breakdown returns from a brief commercial and we see Steve Austin backstage getting ready for his match. A backstage attendant clears his throat. Austin looks up and smirks, he lightly laughs before speaking
{Steve Austin} Lemme guess. You want ole Stone Cold’s thoughts on his match and you want to know where my head’s at going into Final Stand am I correct?
Crowd What?!
The worker nods his head to which Austin pauses before putting his shirt on. He clears his throat and speaks
{Steve Austin} Well, son, it’s actually quite simple. I’m set to go one on one with Randy Orton
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} The apex predator
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} The viper
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} The legend killer
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Now I know Randy is one deranged S.O.B but he ain’t ever stepped foot into this ring with Stone Cold Steve Austin yet. So if he thinks he’s got it easy then he’s got another thing coming. I ain’t like none of them other Legends Randy’s laid waste to. If I’m put into a fight I go out swinging so you be damn sure I’ll come out swinging son. Randy’s a tough kid so I know he’ll come at me with all he’s got but unlucky for him is I’ll be ready.
Crowd What?!
The worker goes to speak again but Austin cuts him off
{Steve Austin} Now I’m guessing you want to know where ole Stone Cold’s heads at with THE biggest show this company produces just hours away? Well, son, it’s actually quite simple. I’m gonna go back to my lockeroom. Turn on that boob-tube.
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Rabbit ears
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Television. Then I’m gonna watch me some tapes. Tapes of The Brahma Bull.
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Mr. Hollywood
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} The king of Jabroni drive.
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Then I’m gonna throw back a beer. Then another and another. Before lacing up these here boots. Walking on out to that ring. Staring that beady-eyed jackass in his face and proceeding to unleash the biggest can of whoop-ass he’s ever seen. So if I may borrow a line from an ole friend.
Crowd What?!
Austin pauses and gets inches from the camera before speaking
{Steve Austin} Rock..Are You Ready?…
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} I said.. Are You.. Ready..
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Then what I want you to do is put down that mirror I know you’re looking into. Lace up your boots. Untuck the wedge you’ve got from how far your heads up your ass and meet me in that ring. Then once that bell rings there ain’t a damn thing standing between me, you, and the biggest beating you’ve ever seen. Ya know something Rock? A lot of people always say you can’t trust them Hollywood types. So I got three words for you son. I want you to engrave em deep in that thick skull of yours. D. T. A.
Crowd What?!
{Steve Austin} Don’t
{Steve Austin} Trust
{Steve Austin} Anybody
{Steve Austin} See you out there you mealy-eyed some bitch!
With that Austin pulls his shirt on and makes his way to the entrance way. As the camera fades to black we fade into his match up next
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Breakdown returns to the face of Edge, standing in the middle of the ring, mic in hand, looking rather serious.
Edge Fourteen. That’s how many tag team titles that I’ve won in my career. Now I didn’t win these matches on my own, no, it took a great tag team partner to help achieve those victories. A man who could read my mind and I his, who was willing to sacrifice his body for the good of the team, who I could count on to be there when I needed to make the tag. Whether that man was Christian, Hulk Hogan, Chris Benoit, Randy Orton, Chris Jericho, or Rey Mysterio they all, like I, had the characteristics to be a perfect tag team partner.
Edge Now I know that tonight is just a tag team match, and the winner won’t determine anything regarding the MITB Match. But there is such thing as momentum. You see, I didn’t get the nickname “The Ultimate Opportunist” for nothing. I know that having the advantage in a match could be the difference between a loss and a win. That’s why I study my opponents, that’s why I eat right the night before a big match, that’s why I worry about having the momentum going into Final Stand. I’ll take whatever advantage that I can get, not because I don’t believe that I am better than my opponents, but because I am willing to use whatever means necessary to come out on top.
Edge begins to pace for a moment before continuing
Edge Which leads me to tonight. Wade Barrett and myself will be taking on Shawn Michaels and CM Punk. Now rather than just waltz into this ring, cross my fingers, and hope that Wade will be on the same page as myself. I’d prefer to talk to my partner, maybe develop a game plan, make sure that we are going to be able to coexist. Basically, get rid of any variables that will cost us the match. Now I’m sure that CM Punk and HBK are far too busy and proud to even stand in the same room as one another let alone discuss a game plan, so I figured that talking to Wade would give us the advantage.
Edge smiles
Edge Unfortunately I’ve looked everywhere backstage for Wade and was unable to find the bringer of bad news. So I figured I’d come out here and call him out to this ring, so Wade, if you’re back there, I’m out here respectfully requesting that you join me in this ring.
Barrett's music hits to a roar of boos from the XWL Universe. He doesn't appear on the stage to make his entrance as expected, instead he begins to rise up over the masses in what has become his signature podium.
Edge looks on in bemusement as the podium reaches it's pinnacle. Barrett looks around smugly, soaking up the crowd's disapproval before interrupting it with his gavel.
[Wade Barrett] Can I have some decorum please?
The crowd boos louder than before as Wade continues.
[Wade Barrett] Edge, I know that you requested that I join you in the ring but I'd much rather stay up here on my podium to save you from looking inferior to me when we are stood so close together. After all, I have to team up with you later on tonight. I mean, just look at you... you're a weak and broken mess of a competitor after having more injures than you can even remember. How you think you're going to get through the Money In The Bank ladder match without breaking or tearing something, I'll never know. And as for wanting to discuss a game plan for tonight's main event...
[Wade Barrett] I'm afraid I've got some bad news! I won't be developing a game plan with you Edge, nor will I be in this match to co-exist with you. Why would someone like me want to discuss tactics with someone like you? The days of the Ultimate Opportunist are long gone... you're a pitiful shell of your former self and you should have retired years ago. When was the last time you actually accomplished something Edge? You haven't been a champion for years and nobody even remembers those fourteen tag team championship reigns you just so proudly rambled on about.
The crowd begins chanting "Edge & Christian" proving Barrett wrong before he continues after laughing at his own insults.
[Wade Barrett] The fact of the matter is you're on the last legs of your career, while mine is on the rise. I haven't even reached my prime yet. Not even close. And I've already been World Heavyweight Champion and been one of the most dominant competitors in XWL history. Tonight Edge, I suggest you let me do all the work and you just worry about your own fragile health and well-being if you want to make it to Final Stand. Then this Sunday the Barrett Barrage will-
Edge Wade, Wade... Wade!
Barrett looks at Edge with a look of disgust.
Edge I'll save you the trouble of rambling on any longer. If you think that the best game plan involves me letting you do all the work than we can do that.
Wade nods his head
Edge As a matter of fact, I've always wanted to be on commentary, how about I do that? Or why don't I just skip the match all together and go in the back and ice my old knees in order to get ready for Sunday,eh? You can take both CM Punk and HBK right?
Wade nods his head although he clearly looks just a little unsure, hoping Edge is bluffing. He shouts something at Edge which the camera can't pick up.
Edge Orrr, you could listen to me. I get it, you are a fighter, you win your matches by force. You pride yourself on being more reailiant than your opponents. I'm not a fighter, I'm a thinker. I pride myself on being smarter than my opponent, by out thinking then. Wed probably make a good team you and I, but hey, if your pride is going to get on the way than so be it. I'll just be going. There is an ice bath with my name on it...
The theme of Shawn Michaels cuts off Edge, who seems angered by getting interrupted by HBK. Shawn walks out onto the ramp and points up to Wade before doing the DX Crotch Chop which clearly annoys Wade. Shawn heads to the ring, and enters the ring.
[Shawn Michaels] Okay okay, I was sat back there and I wasn't going to come out here...But something caught my attention, and no, it wasn't Wade with his podium over there trying to make himself feel important. It was you, Edge... You've done it all in this business, you've won championship after championship and won everything there is to win...but so have I, I did it all before you even made it in this business. I've been around long enough to exactly what to expect from you, from Wade and from CM Punk. Final Stand is my show, I am The Showstopper, I am the main event and after Final Stand, not only will I still the Intercontinental Champion..I will be Mr. Money in The Bank.
Shawn then turns his attention to Wade Barrett
[Shawn Michaels] I don't want you feeling left out up there, Wade because at Final Stand, it isn't just Edge's teeth I'm kicking down his throat...It's yours too. Of course last week, you somehow got a win over me...but as I've said this is Final Stand... The same show you lost your World Heavyweight Champion to that South African guy... So you don't have the best record when it comes to Final Stand, and this year isn't going to be any different.... This year, you're going to once again fail to live up to what you build yourself up to be. [/b]
[Wade Barrett] Just look at the two of you... You're a walking catalog of injuries and an advertisement of what can go wrong when you try this at home. Not to mention you're well past your primes and over the hill. Do you honestly believe you stand a chance against someone like me in a match as dangerous as a ladder match? Not only are you decrepit, ancient fossils, but it seems like you've both had one too many shots to the head which has affected your mental well-being. Edge, I have nothing more to say to you. You're a waste of my breath. And you Shawn... I'm almost half your age and twice as talented. Stop running your mouth like an incoherent old man and start worrying about if this Final Stand is your last one.. "Mr Final Stand". That back of yours will be the least of your worries once I-
The crowd errupt into cheers as CM Punk walks out onto the stage, he looks up at Wade Barrett on top of his podium before turning his sights back to the ring, he walks down and enters the ring.
[[CM Punk]] I feel like I didn't get the memo for this little get together here. I was in the back listening to everyone say their piece and while it is the normal dribble that I could expect to hear from Shawn and Edge, Wade I'm sure I would lay into you some as well but that accent, my God, not the slightest clue what you were saying but you sounded serious so I can only imagine you were making false promises. But there was one thing that struck me, tonight Edge wants to make a gameplan.
[[CM Punk]] Great idea, this is afterall a big tag team match leading into the biggest PPV of the year, however, do you really think creating such a gameplan in the middle of the ring where the whole World was watching including HBK and myself? I think the Ultimate Oppertunist is losing it with age because quite frankly that is moronic. Let's make a plan where everyone can hear it, including my opponents. Smart. You did get one thing right though, Shawn and I haven't been in the same room, we haven't talked as a matter of fact we haven't even exchanged glances but when you have CM Punk and HBK on the same team, regardless of your “Gameplan” you don't need to talk, you don't need to gameplan, all you have to do is show up and do what you do every single night.
[[CM Punk]] But seeming as you're so eager for a gameplan, let me suggest one for Final Stand. I'm not saying that any person in this match is at a disadvantage, we have all had our success and our history with the ladder match. But with a man with the history of Edge, a man who revolutionised the ladder match, a man who has won countless ladder matches, who has won the Money in the Bank in the past, a man who has claimed countless Championship in the ladder match, so come Final Stand who's to say that Wade, Shawn and myself just throw our pride to the side for a moment, we take our ego's out of the equation and we team up and we take you out of the match before you can seize the oppertune moment. Afterall, it improves the odds for each of us and let's be truthful, you're not exactly the most likable person and that's coming from me, you've been on the bad side of every one of us and maybe it will feel good to ruin your chances of success.
[[CM Punk]] So come Final Stand, maybe your history will work against you, maybe we deem you too much of a liability but know this, after everything is said and done, after we have all been battered and bruised, after everyone has put it all on the line and given every little bit of fight that they have in their body, three men will look up, hearts broken and dreams shattered and they will see one man hold up the Money in the Bank briefcase and that man will be CM Punk, not because I have two Money in the Banks under my belt, not because I have a secret gameplan that I am going to execute, I'm going to walk into Final Stand and walk out Mr. Money in the Bank simply because I am the Best in World!
Edge Look I get it Punk, I might have more titles, more years, and more experience than you, but the XWL is your home, not mine. You’ve been here each and every day doing what you do best and for that I, just like the rest of the XWL Universe, thanks you. I’ve been there, I’ve done that, not for the XWL, but for the WWE. I know what it’s like to fight each and every day for the company that you love just to have someone take the opportunity that you deserve because of who they are and what they did in the past. Or simply because they look the part. I understand if you’re upset with me being in this match, and I’m sorry that you feel this way. But there’s nothing that I can do about that. I’m not going to back down, I’m not going to feel bad. I’m in this match to win it, regardless of whether or not the great CM Punk likes it.
Edge I’m in this match for the very same reason that all of you are, to prove that I am the best in the world, or in my case that I can be. To prove that I am the Champion that this company needs. Stephanie McMahon obviously sees something in me, even if you all don’t. I may have held the World Title in the past, I may have had title reigns. But this time is going to be different. I need this to be the title reign that puts me on a whole ‘nother level. I know that I am just as good as The Rock or Stone Cold or John Cena. I know that I belong to be mentioned along with the greats. That’s why Final Stand is so important to me, it’s my gateway to becoming truly immortal. To proving exactly what I’m capable of.
Edge Punk, I don’t know what I did to you but clearly you have become blind.. or in this case deaf with rage.. I never said that I planned on discussing my gameplan with Wade right here in the middle of the ring, I clearly stated that I couldn’t find him in the back, and well, Wade isn’t one to back down from someone calling him out in the middle of the ring is he?.. Clearly it worked, cause he’s here. This is just like when you called out Ryan Reeves for apparently thinking that his name was actually “The Ryback” even though he clearly stated that that wasn’t the case in the past. And to think, I knew that, and I’m the one that’s in and out of this company as much as you say. So CM Punk, I know that you think that you know everything and just love talking on your pipebomb, but sometimes listening is a good skill to have as well.
Edge So if the three of you plan on teaming up on me at Final Stand, than so be it. Clearly you all have ego’s the size of this stadium, so I’m not too worried about you three being able to collaborate anyways. The three of you will have plenty of time to get to know each other in tonight’s match, seeing as Wade here apparently doesn’t need me in it, isn’t that right Wade?
[Wade Barrett] You know, Edge...
Shawn Michaels then lifts the microphone and cuts off Wade Barrett, who is clearly furious at being interrupted
[Shawn Michaels] Don't worry, Wade...I'm just saving you the effort..we all know what you're going to say, You're going to try and claim you can beat me and Punk single handedly, whilst simultaneously putting these fans to sleep. I don't know about you, but I actually like these people...and I don't want them to spend their hard earned money listening to you go on and on. Let's be honest, we can all talk a good game, we all have every experience needed to capture the Money in The Bank briefcase...but come Final Stand all the talking stops, and it's about what you do in this ring. It doesn't matter how good you think you are, it's about how good you prove you are. One of us is leaving Final Stand with a guaranteed World Championship shot, and The only way that can happen...is to prove you're the best.
With that said, all 3 men in the ring look at each other before looking over to Wade Barrett who is still stood on his podium. All 4 men are clearly confident of victory at Final Stand, as in turn all 4 look over to the Final Stand sign hanging from the roof. In just a few days these 4 men will battle in a Ladder Match to crown the new Mr.Money in The Bank..but who will it be?
TheFilthParade Main Eventer
Posts : 3283 Likes : 70 Join date : 2011-02-03 Age : 32 Location : Halifax, England
Breakdown returns just as the them of "The Heart Break Kid" Shawn Michaels hits across the arena to a huge reaction. The fans jump up to welcome the Intercontinental Champion. Shawn hops out from behind the curtain and embraces the huge reaction.
HBK walks down the ramp, touching hands with the fans on the way down. He enters the ring, and picks up the microphone waiting for him. He waits for the reaction and chants of "HBK" to die down before speaking
[Shawn Michaels] My whole career has been defined by my "Wrestlemania" Moments, I've always been that guy that performed on the grandest stage, and in just a matter of days we walk into Final Stand 6. I will walk into Florida with this Intercontinental Championship for two of the biggest matches of my career. It's not going to be an easy night, hell no night in this business is easy. Not only am I competing against "the big bad" Sheamus, I'm competing in a ladder match for the Money in The Bank Contract. I've had my fair share of ladder matches, some I've won..Some I've lost. But that experience alone would normally give me an advantage walking into a ladder match but not when one of the competitors is The Rated R Superstar himself. Edge is a ladder match genius, this is a guy who defined TLC matches, this is a guy who's battled in countless ladder matches. Then we have Wade Barrett, A man that once won the XWL World Championship in a fatal four way Ladder match and finally there's CM Punk..a man that has also competed in many ladder matches in his career, hell he even faced Jeff Hardy in a ladder match.
[Shawn Michaels] But this is the biggest stage of them all...This is Final Stand...I thrive to perform and steal the show every single year, and this year is no different. I've had some of the best times of my career in the past year with Hunter by my side once again, I've finally got back to the level that I should be at and at Final Stand, I will climb that ladder and capture that briefcase. It's been a long road to get to back to where I am right now, and at Final Stand I will take that final turn and become Mr.Money in the bank. But before I get carried away, I have some other business to take care of first. The big white Sheamus, is coming for my Intercontinental Championship. You could say he's been on a path of destruction in recent months, he's beaten some of the top guys in this company. As a former multi-time World Champion Sheamus isn't somebody to be taken lightly, and I'm not thinking it will be easy by any means...but this Championship is what revived my career, when I kicked Ryback in the jaw and captured this championship..I felt that I'd finally worked my way back, I'd finally started to become The Heartbreak Kid once again. Sheamus... You're not facing any normal superstar at Final Stand, You're facing The Showstopper, The Main Ev.....
The Celtic Warrior arrives at the stage as he comes in to a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp laughing at all the haters. He rolls in carrying a cocky smile and a mic, he starts to interrupt HBK.
Sheamus: You know, Shawn.....You're right. You're absolutely right! At Final Stand, I'm not going to be facing any ordinary man. Oh no no, I'm facing one of the most cowardly, pathetic, spoiled brat of a man I have ever seen! You are in the Money in the Bank match and you have that Intercontinental Championship around your waist? Such big opportunities given to a man who, around a couple of weeks ago, was forced to be fed through a straw? And now you come out here in front of all these people and still, you dance around the fact that you know that one week from tonight, I will have my hand raised and that belt will be around my waist! Do you know how long I have waited for this opportunity? Damn near every week, I've come here and I've dominated everyone that has faced me. I've kicked more faces, broken more tables, and beaten more guys in the locker room than you have in the last ten years! Tell me Shawn, tell me if there was one man over these past few weeks who beat The Celtic Warrior, who pinned me 1-2-3. Go ahead, I'll give you a few seconds to think about it.
Sheamus stands across from HBK with his hand on his chin. Shawn Michaels stoically stares at Sheamus, refusing to give a response.
Sheamus: Look a little lost, don't ya? That's precisely what I thought. Shawn, what I'm going to do to you at Final Stand is something that should have been done a very long time ago. Something that most wouldn't even do on their worst enemy. Shawn, I'm going to lay the situation down like this: At Final Stand, I will end your career. By the time I'm done with you, there will be nothing left of you but dust and old, old bones. Your clock is ticking very rapidly, fella. One week, Shawn. One week until I give you the biggest arse kicking the likes of which have never been seen in centuries. You know, I used to respect you Shawn. I thought you were genuinely a man who was 200% for every occasion, a man who was willing to go the distance with the best of the best, and here I am years later standing across a shell of what used to be. I can promise you Shawn, after all has been said and done, you'll be crawling back into the retirement home where you belong.
[Shawn Michaels] If I had a dollar for every man that has threatened to end my career...then I'd be a lot richer than I already am. See, Sheamus men with a hell of lot more talent than you, have stepped up and said they'd end my career...but not one of them has managed to do that. From likes of The Undertaker to my best friend Triple H have all said they'd end my career, they've all tried and none of them succeeded. I've been beaten and bloodied too many times to remember, but one thing is for sure...I always came fighting back. At Final Stand, I understand you have nothing to lose... You're trying to reclaim the glory you once had...I've been in that position, I was once desperate to get back to where I used to be. I didn't get there by blind siding people, I got there by being the best that I can be, and at Final Stand you're getting the best. I'm not giving up this Intercontinental Championship without a fight...All your threats, all your so called dominance will mean nothing...when I kick your teeth down your throat and defeat you on the grandest stage of 'em all.
Sheamus: Well Fella.....
Then without warning Sheamus delivers a sickening Brogue Kick to Shawn Michaels! Shawn goes crashing down to the mat, and is clearly out cold from the devastating kick. The crowd show their disapproval as Sheamus pounds his chest as he stands over Shawn Michaels.
Sheamus picks up the Intercontinental Championship and holds it up high whilst standing over the lifeless body of The Heartbreak Kid...Is this a sign of what's to come at Final Stand?
Shortness of this is my fault, sry.
P.R Son Legend
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The final show before Final Stand is on it's final hour, returning from one of it's last commercial breaks, we head backstage where Divas Champion Layla is taking part in a photo shoot for the XWL Magazine.
[Cameraman] Sgt. Slaughter never looked hotter.
She laughs lightly at his a bit inappropriate comment, then changes her pose as the camera flashes.
I'm just ready to slaughter Paige at Final Stand.
Layla raises her fists up giving the camera a confident expression.
[Cameraman] Alright that's great, let's do a few more then we'll have you do a couple with the title.
Sounds like the perfect victory shoot to me.
Just as Layla is preparing to give another pose for the photo shoot, the sounds of the white background being ripped through are heard, causing Layla to turn around, only to be tackled by her friend turned rival and her challenger in just six days, Paige. The photographer continues to take pictures of this carefully orchestrated attack on the reigning Divas Champion. Paige takes a two handfuls of Layla's hair and begins slamming her head down on the semi padded concrete floor as Layla places her hands on the back of her head to soften the blow. All the while, the photographer continues to take pictures of Paige's assault on her former ally, causing the Anti-Diva to dismount Layla and turn her attention towards the photographer.
{Paige} What do you think you're doing?
Before the photographer could respond, Paige slaps the camera out of his hands, causing it to break upon impact with the concrete floor. The brief distraction is all Layla needed to recover and turn the tides in her favor, wrapping her arms around Paige's waist and running forward, forcing her to collide abdomen first into a nearby crate. Layla releases her grip and spins Paige, who is still hurting, around and the sound of Layla's hand meeting Paige's face with a thunderous slap echos down the corridor.
Layla turns around grabbing the camera from the photographer, then yells "Smile for the camera!" But The Anti-Diva doesn't smile, instead she lifts her leg up kicking the camera into Layla's face. She drops to one knee as the camera falls to the floor. Paige grabs her hair to continue the assault but Layla grabs the camera quickly ramming into Paige's gut knocking her back a bit. As she stumbles backwards, Layla lifts her leg up for a round hosue but her former friend steps back one last step at the final second before her head would be kicked off.
Immediately several backstage members of the crew rush into the room, getting in between the two men. Layla raises her index finger and her thumb up saying she was that close but Paige just screams "Close is all you'll ever be!" No longer friends, this rubber match for The Divas Championship has heated up, and only one Brit will leave Final Stand as Divas Champion, the question is who?
P1 Upper Mid Card
Posts : 764 Likes : 1 Join date : 2012-10-14 Age : 32 Location : CT
Breakdown returns to the theme of none other than Wade Barrett!! The announce team welcome everyone back and prepares them for the match that is about to come with miscellaneous facts that tie all four competitors together. Edge’s theme plays next, but as expected, no Edge. Wade looks furious as he realizes that Edge wasn’t just bluffing earlier!! HBK comes out next with a huge grin on his face, realizing that the match is practically already won. CM Punk is the last to come out, entering the ring and eyeing down his Final Stand opponents. Punk lets HBK start the match and the bell rings, signaling for the Extreme Rules Handicap Match to start!! Wade and HBK circle one another, about to lock up. But the crowd’s cheers cause them to stop and look at the cause of the commotion!!
It’s Edge!! The Rated R Superstar, who just entered through the crowd, is now at ringside, pulling out… A ladder!! He slides it into the ring and points towards it. HBK and Wade look down at it, before both going for it. The two struggle over the ladder until Punk hops into the ring and breaks the two up. He points at the ladder, than at Edge, explaining that it was just Edge’s way of trying to get the advantage leading up to Final Stand. HBK and Wade look at Edge furiously before sliding out of the ring. The Rated R Superstar nervously backs up the ramp, realizing that his plan has just back fired. The ref counts to ten, counting both HBK and Wade out, causing the match to end in double count out. Wade and HBK don’t seem to mind though, having backed Edge up to the stage.
Edge smiles than quickly turns and flees to the back, Wade and HBK close behind. Punk stays in the ring, watching as his three opponents chase one another to the back. He than looks at the ladder in the ring, before setting it up and climbing, and climbing, and climbing right to the top where he stands shouting “Best in the World!!!!!!!” It looks like Edge might not be the only one capable of outthinking opponents, if this is the fate of Sunday, then CM Punk will be the next Mr. MITB!!
Kyle Main Eventer
Posts : 2100 Likes : 9 Join date : 2011-01-20 Age : 36 Location : Mansfield, OH
We're back after a commercial break, and we're taken to the titantron, where The Rock appears sporting shades and quite an attitude.
The Rock: FINALLY......The Rock! Has come back..........to the titantron! The Rock is here tonight after whooping Ryback's candy ass to tell the people about one of the most ambitious projects that The Rock has been doing. If the people thought that Robocop: Resurrection was the movie of the year, well then, The Rock says that the people ain't seen nothing yet! This cinematic masterpiece is about The Rock taking back the city, as he fights through one of the biggest, baddest, dumbest, trailer park trash armies The Rock has ever seen! But The Rock isn't going to take back the city......alone.
The Rock smiles as the feed in the titantron cuts to black, then a certain screen is shown on the titantron, signifying that The Rock will show a preview of his movie....
In a land ruled by violence....
The screen shows various streets of an unnamed city, with many stores broken down and destroyed, as well as many other landmarks set on fire. The screen cuts to an obese bald man sitting at what looks to be some kind of a homemade throne, barely put together by duct tape and divine intervention. The man smiles and laughs as the screen cuts to a police station. We see the chief of police sitting down in his office, calling someone with his phone.
Chief of Police: JOHNSON! DETECTIVE JOHNSON! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!
Suddenly, the office door swings open to reveal Detective Dwayne Johnson, a cop who clearly doesn't play by the rules.
HE is a loose cannon cop who doesn't play by the rules......
The chief puts a folder with some pictures on the desk. Detective Johnson goes over to look at the files.
Chief of Police: We're giving you a new assignment: These guys have been running the streets, we need you to do some cleanup. Mr. Austin and his gang of hillbilly drug addicts are causing some major trouble, Detective.
Detective Johnson looks at the files closely before he notices something familiar........A picture of Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Detective Johnson: Well, why didn't you ask before? I've been waiting to get my hands on this jabr-
Chief of Police: You AREN'T going alone, however. I've assigned a special partner for you.
Detective Johnson turns around to find another man standing next to him, offering his hand. It is none other than Jean Claude Van Damme himself. Johnson gives the chief a strange look.
Chief of Police: I'm sure you two will get along just fine!
Jean Claude Van Damme: Detective Johnson, it would be an honor, to work with you, starting right now.
The screen cuts to a bar, where the obese man from earlier is sitting on a stool, having what looks to be the 9th beer he's had tonight. Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal Detective Johnson and Van Damme, both carrying baseball bats.
Detective Johnson: Look at what we have here! None other than Mr. Steve Austin himself! You better get ready for the ass whooping of a lifetime!
Detective Johnson stares right at the obese man, who is quaking in his boots.
Officer Van Damme: It would be, advisable for your lives, if you cease, these bad behaviors, right now.
THIS WEEKEND.....
The scene cuts to a massive bar fight, where Detective Johnson and Officer Van Damme are defeating various hordes of Steve Austin's hillbilly gang, utilizing various weapons such as pool sticks and beer bottles. Steve Austin watches with horror as he is frozen in shock.
EXPERIENCE THE NUMBER ONE MOVIE IN AMERICA.......
We're taken to the alleyway, where Detective Johnson and Officer Van Damme have Steve Austin cornered, the obese man whimpering and calling for his mother.
DWAYNE "THE ROCK" JOHNSON......
Detective Johnson: Time to take out the trash.
JEAN CLAUDE VAN DAMME.......
Officer Van Damme: I agree, with you, right now.
IN.........
TAKING OUT THE TRAILER PARK TRASH
Rated R.
The screen fades to black and the feed returns to The Rock, smiling.
The Rock: Oh yeah, after The Rock kicks the crap out of Stone Cold Steve Austin, he's going to watch that fat sumbitch get the ass whooping of a lifetime over and over and over again!
Subject: XWL Breakdown: 3/28/2014 - 4/4/2014 
Fri Mar 28, 2014 5:00 pm
but yeah he's right
