XWL Breakdown: 7/11/2014 - 7/18/2014

The Rocks music hits and he is making his way down to the ring .

When he finally does make it to the ring,  something about him is not eight his is not the most electrifying man in sports entertainment,  he almost looks as if he's gloom or sad

Micheal Cole
I wonder why the rock looked like he just lost his cat King

Lawler
First of I don't think a man like the rock even has a cat Coleand second off you should just be patient I think we're about to find out.

The rock then begins to start speaking.

[The Rock]
As you guys can see the rock is on a bad mood and I really don't feel the need to scream at the top of my lounges, and insult people for no particular reason.  I'm just here to get a message across to one person and one person only .  The great white Sheamus.



[The Rock]  
Look Sheamus I'm not here to insult you,  make fun of you,  or even call you a jar of mayo,  I just wanted to eknowledge you for what a great XWL superstar you have been lately.  You have definitely caught my eye,  and when you catch the rocks eye you know your some piece of work.  I don't day this to many superstars unless there have real great potential,  so listen,  the rock feels you have the capability to be one of the top names in this company,  you could be one of the greatest if you just continue to do what you do.  You have ask the makings of a great superstar,  that's all I'm trying to say.  



[The Rock]  
Now as you may know we do have a match in this very ring tonight. And I understand you have a very important title match against Ted DiBiase at Digital Decision,  so I'm not going to be one of the haters who try to take you off your game and try to injure you going into your match,  tonight I just want a clean doubt,  no bull shit, no nothing just a normal non title match, between the great white Sheamus and The People's Champ The Rock,  Goodluck fella.

The Rock smiles and exit the ring,  and walks up the ramp feeling accomplished

As we transition into our next segment, a familiar theme song begins to play throughout the arena. Audience members rise to their feet as they boo the man that is about to enter onto the stage.








As the words...





...light up the big screen, Bo Dallas makes his way onto the stage. There, he stops. He looks into the audience with a huge smile across his face. Bo drops down to one knee and says a prayer to himself.





Bo springs back up onto two feet. He holds his fists in the air, with his thumbs sticking out.





Bo makes his way down the ramp. A few fans reach out to try and touch Bo, but he just walks past them. At ringside now, Bo turns the corner and hops up onto the ring apron. He grabs the top rope with one hand. With the other, he raises it into the air with his thumb sticking out. We can hear Bo yell, "I'm a winner!"


After a moment, Bo enters the ring. There is a microphone waiting for him. He picks it up. As his theme song fades to silence, we hear the audience boo the inspirational man. After a few seconds, Bo begins to speak.





[Bo Dallas]
"Ladies and gentlemen of the XWL Universe, it is I... your inspirational leader... your hero... BO DALLAS! Last week, all of you were so very privileged to witness me, Bo Dallas, create history here in XWL. You... all of my BOlievers... watched me earn my job back when I defeated David Richards in the middle of the ring. Not only did I beat him, but I beat him with class. With honor. With dignity. I set the example that if you dig down deep when the times are tough... and that if you just BOliever in yourself... you can accomplish ANYTHING. I proved that if your name is Bo Dallas, then by golly, you're a winner!!"


The audience boos as Bo Dallas pauses for an applause. Bo smiles and continues.





[Bo Dallas]
"Thank you!... Thank You!... With that being said, there was something else that came from last week. The very man I beat, David Richards, requested to have a match against me at Digital Decision. Seeing that he's a rookie, I agreed to the match so I could see just what the kid had to offer. After all, it's all about the future here in XWL. Being an undefeated veteran, maybe I can use this opportunity to show this kid a thing or two. Plus, all of you, my BOlievers, get to see me compete live on Pay-Per-View! Hold on one sec..."


Bo reaches into his wrestling trunks and pulls out a folded piece of paper. He smiles to the audience, before unfolding the paper. He begins to speak again.





[Bo Dallas]
"Seeing that I defeated Davey Richards, extending my undefeated streak,... I felt that it was only fair for me to choose the three stipulations for you people to vote on. So here it goes! I hope you like it. The first match I have decided on is..."


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Stephanie McMahon enters from the back with a microphone in hand. She wastes no time as she starts down the ramp and toward the ring. She has a confused look on her face as she stares down Bo. Meanwhile, Bo is shown in the ring with a big smile on his face. He bobs his head from side to side, enjoying Stephanie McMahon's theme song.


As Stephanie goes to enter the ring, Bo hurries over to the ropes. Bo lowers the middle rope by sitting on it, obviously kissing up to the boss. In the ring now, Stephanie's music fades out. Bo begins to speak.





[Bo Dallas]
"Look everyone! Mrs. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley has joined us! Boy, this is a big surprise Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley. What brings you out here?"





[Stephanie McMahon]
"One, it's just Stephanie McMahon. Two, what exactly are you doing out here, Bo? You're not scheduled to compete tonight. I made sure of that. You have absolutely zero reason to be here."





[Bo Dallas]
"Actually Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley, I do have a reason. Actually... I have three reasons. One, I'm out here for all of my BOlievers who paid their hard earned money just to see me! Two, I'm out here to list the voting options for my match at Digital Decision. Finally... three,... I'M UNDEFEATED!!"


Bo raises his arms in the air.





[Stephanie McMahon]
"Bo, let me take a look at your little "list". After all, I have to approve all of the voting options for every match."


Bo hesitantly hands the list to Stephanie. She opens it and begins reading off the three stipulations Bo has listed.


[Stephanie McMahon]
"Option 1: Davey Richards must have both arms tied behind his back?! Option 2: Davey Richards must be blindfolded?! Option 3: Bo Dallas automatically wins?!"


Bo's smile turns into a grin as he has been found out by Stephanie. Bo begins to speak, trying to cover his behind.





[Bo Dallas]
"Listen, me and my BOlievers think that that list is the most unbiased list of matches ever thought up! You gotta believe me, Steph. That is... unless you wanna let down my BOlievers and most importantly... me."





[Stephanie McMahon]
"Shut up, Bo! I think I speak for the people when I say it's about time you BO LEAVE. Now get out of my ring!"


[Bo Dallas]
"...but Mrs. McMah..."


[Stephanie McMahon]
"OUT."


Stephanie points to the back. The audience begins a "BO LEAVE" chant. Bo begins to walk toward the ropes before lifting the microphone back up.


[Bo Dallas]
"Alright, I'll go for now, but I want you to just listen to these people for a second. They want you to BOLIEVE!!"


Bo gains a smile once more as he exits the ring. He raises his arms in the air as he walks backwards up the ramp.


[Stephanie McMahon]
"As for the voting options for your match at Digital Decision against Davey Richards... I have come up with three of my own. Those matches are... a regular one-on-one match!"


The audience boos for the announcement of a regular singles match being an option.





[Stephanie McMahon]
"...a two out of three falls match!"


The audience cheers for the possibility of having three matches in one.


[Stephanie McMahon]
"...and for the final option,... a 30-minute Iron Man match!"


The audience cheers for the Iron Man match option.


[Stephanie McMahon]
"With those voting options, good luck Bo. I BOlieve you'll need it against Davey Richards."


With the voting options announced for Bo Dallas vs. Davey Richards, Breakdown heads to its next segment of the evening.

When Breakdown returns from a commercial break an eerie whistling is heard, the sound amplified by the arena’s speakers allowing the sound to effectively and effortlessly penetrate the ears of the thousands of people in attendance. The whistling is being done in tune to a song unknown – it’s being done in such a way that it’s easy to identify whose lips that air is being sharply blown through: Luke Harper. The lights in the arena have been off since Breakdown returned and the people are being force to improvise, taking the task of illuminating this giant building into their own hands. Using their phones they’re able to light up the arena, the scene akin to stars in a night sky – a truly captivating display. Though as captivating and alluring as it may be, the titantron begins to show static and almost immediately all eyes are drawn to it in anticipating of what is to come next.

Several seconds go buy until the grainy picture clears up to reveal… nothing. The area displayed in the video is covered in a thick sheet of blackness that rivals the darkness of the arena. For those who have been following this scene isn’t actually so out of the ordinary as this is where The Wyatts roost, where they lurk, where they watch, where they wait, where they plot against those who don’t have a warped sense of morality and who don’t see this world through their eyes. They say their goal is to help, but when they help carcasses and corpses are left behind for the buzzards to feed to their heart’s content. The darkness is where The Wyatts claim the truth hides – hidden where it can’t be found and in-turn can have no bearings on those who would prefer to live their lives in denial.

The camera suddenly swings to the right to reveal Erick Rowan just… just standing there as if he were a mannequin or a statue instead of a human being, though mistaking him for a marionette wouldn’t be too wild of a guess as Bray gleefully pulls the strings from somewhere just out of eyeshot, the leader of this unsettling cult more than pleased to have followers who see him as a god and treat his words as law. Harper and Rowan have gone to war for this man – wars that he started, wars that he has taken too far – and nobody can crack the code and figure why they’re so thoroughly under Bray’s spell.



The spell of silence continues to be cast on this scene as Rowan elects not to talk, forcing the viewers to continue to stare at the mask drawn over his face – the infamous symbol of the trio, representing the ones who were never informed that they outnumber the ones that pose the biggest threat to them.



A hand suddenly appears on Rowan’s left shoulder, clenching the fabric of his dirty jumpsuit tightly in its fingers and Rowan slowly turns his head, only his head, so that his eyes can rest upon the appendage’s owner.



The camera begins to zoom out slowly so that the viewers can share the same privilege though many have already made a wild guess regarding the identity of the mystery person. Sure enough, the shot is wide enough to reveal the face of Luke Harper, staring intently at his brother who is set to compete against the man they’ve been relentlessly hunting for weeks now: Adam Cole. Harper has named Cole a fraud, a wolf in sheep’s clothing and a pawn to the people who will forsake him when the new flavor of the month inks a fresh deal with the company.



Harper has yet to take his eyes of Rowan, as though that stare alone is ample means to communicate the information that needs to be shared. The ways to stretch Cole to make him scream, the certain places to hit him to make him bleed, the right amount of pain and punishment to dish out so that there will be enough left at Digital Decision for them to pick up where they left off. It is at the pay per view when Cole will be put up against his toughest challenge yet. The challenge of putting his career in someone else’s hands. The hands that will vote to decide what kind of match he will be competing in.

What Cole wants is a singles match against Luke Harper, the man who has been essentially stalking him and hounding him for week on end costing him several matches in the process as the newcomer has been desperately trying to make a name for himself a task that’s made exponentially more difficult when someone is dragging that name through the mud. Beating Harper would potentially shut him up for good because it is the victors who shape history and by picking up a win, Cole would be able to take the first real step in shaping his legacy by being remembered as the man who slayed the dragon.

But a wrench has been thrown in those plans as the people have an option to vote for Harper’s brothers to join the fray, an outcome that would prove Harper’s assertions regarding the relationship between Cole and the fans to be correct. Harper finally lets go of Rowan and turns to face the camera, his eyes open wide – a manic expression contrasted by his serene demeanor as he opens his mouth and speaks in an even tone.



-Luke Harper-
Adam Cole…this is not the calm before the storm…no, our plan has already been set into motion… you are in the eye of the storm… we are the storm. We are the clouds darkening your horizons…the deafening thunder making it impossible to hear the lies…the blinding lightning only giving you a glimpse of the destruction that awaits the paradise you thought you were safe in. We will tear asunder your fantasies of being a hero until you are left with no choice but to come to grips with the bitter, cold truth of what you really are: you are no better or worse than us.



-Luke Harper-
There will be no turning back from the atrocities you will find yourself committing in order to survive. When they feel like they have no other options, people will cross every line so that they can live to see another sunrise… and by the time warm glow of the moon kisses their face they have already begun to question if it is worth living with the guilt caused by what their hands have done. At first you will deny the truth, just as you always have… just as you still do… and you will try in vain to believe that that is not the real you until somewhere along the line it sinks in that you are a monster.

With his chilling message delivered, Harper chuckles softly as the camera zooms in on Rowan who tilts his head to the side and punctuates this segment with just three words.



-Erick Rowan-
Follow… the buzzards.

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Winner via Future Shock DDT.

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Winner via Raven Effect

As the cameras start rolling Paul Heyman is seen walking the halls of the arena with his phone out as a cameraman and Byron Saxon chase him trying to get a moment of his time



Byron Saxton: Excuse me, Paul, if we could just get a quick moment of your time?

Paul looks down at his phone before putting it back in his pocket then looks over to Byron as he asks his question

Byron Saxton: We were just wondering what your thoughts were on your clients match tonight?

Heyman chuckles to himself before he starts to answer him



Paul Heyman: Well that depends which client. See when you're as in demand as I am you don't just have the one client, I for example currently have two clients that are currently on this very roster. Firstly I have the Best Wrestler in the World, the current holder of the Money in the Bank briefcase which means if he chooses he can take the XWL World Heavyweight champion for himself tonight, next week at Digital Decision once he disposes of that heavy breathing, dancing buffoon Fandango, or at any single point until Final Stand VII, and he also just happens to be my best friend and the guy who coined the term "Paul Heyman Guy" of course that man is C...M... Punk who tonight goes one on one with Shinsuke Nakamura, who quite frankly has been turning a lot of heads recently and certainly has climbed the ranks of XWL very quickly, but I get the feeling that you are in fact referring to my other client, the NEW next big thing, the King of Swing, the Swiss Superman and the Pound for Pound strongest man in XWL today, my client Ces...ar...o, who tonight will being facing a former Paul Heyman guy, albeit for one week only before I ditched him on the curb where he truly belongs Ryback. That's what you want to talk about isn't it? That's what the world wants to hear.



Byron Saxton: As a matter of fact, I was just wondering if you would share your thoughts on that match tonight? Do you think there's a possibility of Ryback defeating your client tonight, perhaps proving you wrong when you ditched him as your client?

Paul Heyman: You know, Byron, I would love to stand here and discuss the infinite reason as to why that will never happen, but unfortunately I've already said everything I have to say on Ryback, so if you could please direct your questions to my client, in any one of his five languages I might add then I'm sure you'll get something other than what the world already knows and that's what I think about Ryback.

Taken by surprise at Heyman's decision to pass the buck onto his client, Saxton takes a brief moment before switching his focus onto Cesaro

Byron Saxton: OK. Cesaro, tonight you will face a reinvigorated Ryback, now given his history with Paul Heyman do you feel that Ryback will be out to prove himself at your expense?



Ryback? Quel que soit le Ryback peut ou peut ne pas penser à Paul Heyman n'est pas pertinent. Et nous allons voir, nous deux sait gars comme lui ne pensent pas, il martèle juste ses bras en chantant "Alimentez-moi plus, me nourrir plus". Maintenant peut-être qu'il ne veut pour prouver un point, mais il ne va pas parce qu'il se retire dans le ring avec moi, ce qui signifie qu'il va perdre à moi ce soir, qu'il le veuille ou non. Ainsi, même avec tous les discours sur la vengeance, nous savons tous les deux, moi et Paul qui est, et qui sera bientôt tout le monde que ce soir, au cas où les raisons n'étaient pas assez claires déjà, je vais montrer au monde pourquoi Ryback n'est pas Paul Heyman matière de gars.

Heyman stands next to his client smiling ear from ear, clearly incredibly smug over his clients fluency in French knowing that it's just one of his five languages



Paul Heyman: Just look at that, just beautiful isn't it? And that's just one, just wait until you listen to the other four. OK you've already heard him speak in English, but the other three are just magnificent...

Looking over at a confused Byron Saxton, Heyman quickly stops mid-sentence as he realizes something

Paul Heyman: You don't understand what he's saying do you?

Byron lost for words remains silent as Heyman takes offense to his ignorance as Cesaro shakes his head is disappointment

Paul Heyman: How dare you, Sir. How dare you stand here in front of one of the greatest up and coming Superstars alive today and not understand the words coming from his mouth, that's an insult to him and quite frankly it's an insult to me so the next time you decide to stop me and my client I highly recommend you brush up on your foreign languages before hand.

Byron Saxton: I'm sorry, Paul...



Paul Heyman: No, you don't seem to understand this man right here is quite possibly... no, dare I say it, this man right here is guarranteed to be the next great World champion right here in XWL, mark my words, Cesaro will go down as one of the greatest World Heavyweight champions in XWL history and what you've done through your ignorance is insult the new Next Big Thing, a future Hall of Famer I might add. You wouldn't insult the current XWL Heavyweight champion Shawn Michaels like this, you wouldn't insult the number one contender John Cena like this, you wouldn't insult my other client the current Money in the Bank holder CM Punk like this and you wouldn't insult the General Manager Stephanie McMahon like this, and yet you stand before the only man alive today who could surpass all three, CM Punk withstanding of course, and you blindly and blatantly disrespect him?

Clearly Heyman has had enough of this interview as he turns to his client

Paul Heyman: Come on, Cesaro, let's go.

Following that Heyman storms off as Cesaro stays standing there in front of Byron still shaking his head



La bête.

Then after that Cesaro walks away leaving the camera shot to follow his manager Paul Heyman as the segment comes to an end

Close your eyes once again… Imagine a world where murder goes unpunished… Where rape goes unnoticed… Where you are looked upon as less than someone else because of the way that you were born.. Where you have to fear for your life each and every day because the ones in power, the ones who are supposed to keep you safe, just sit back and watch.. For it profits their wallet……………….Now open your eyes… Open your eyes and see… Realize that what you saw is a reality for some people in this world, come to terms with the fact that somewhere on this green earth there is someone living out the very same nightmares that haunt you when you close your eyes at night… This world is evil, and the truth is scary…



John you make wishes come true. And I applaud you for that. There is nothing that anyone can say that can take away from the good deeds that you do.. But is it enough?.. You go to children who have diseases that there is no coming back from. You are shown on millions of people's TV's, helping these children. But what about the children who suffer from issues that might not be as… tame or agreed upon… as disease? Issues that, unlike disease, are caused by man? Issues that benefit the pockets of those in charge, but at the same time takes away the rights of a suffering human being simply because they weren't born into wealth, because they are different than the ones in charge.... After all, from the beginning of time, being different made you a savage..

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You help bring the true problems into the shadows of the problems which they want you to worry about.. Where do you get off telling these people that everything will be okay? WHO ARE YOU to tell them that everything is okay? Why lie to them? Why assist the wolves in covering up the truth with entertainment? Why wait until it is too late? Why wait until you have no choice but to..

{{Erick Rowan}}
Run…
 
JUST LOOK AROUND YOU!! Look outside your windows.. Flash floods, tornadoes… In areas where they haven't been seen for ages… And they say that there is nothing to worry about!! When will they admit it? When will they admit that they are killing this world? I'll tell you when… Once the whole nation is covered in water, once the winds tear down all the buildings, once the end is already upon you.. That is when they will admit what they have done.. And just as they always have and always will they will find a “solution” that will “save” you, but in the process it will also give them even more power than they already have…



You are told that they are here to protect you… They are not.. They are here to contain you. They are here to use you. They make sure that those who are like them, those who think like them, those who have power like them, those who have wealth like them.. They make sure to keep those people happy, and those people, who were given power, use that power to keep the wolves in charge.. It’s a cycle. Tricks and tricks and tricks and lies… And while this is all going on there are thousands of human beings who don’t have the same rights that you take for granted just because they weren’t born into the system. THEY ARE TREATED LIKE THE DIRT ON YOUR SHOES not because they don’t deserve human rights, but because they can’t afford them in this green world. The poor, the women, the foreign… The minority.. The Sheep.. To the wolves the sheep don’t have power, to the wolves the sheep are weak. They are wrong.. The sheep outnumber the wolves, but until YOU ALL realize that you are NOT living in a democracy anymore… Than your power is wasted…



Look around. They give you “rights”, they give you the power to “vote”, they give you “freedom” of speech.. But do they give you the power to change what needs to be changed in this world? No. They give you the illusion that you have a say, but you don’t, unless you are like them, unless you think like them... This world is run by the 1 Percent, because the 1 Percent has all the power. The top ten wealthiest people in this nation have more money combined than the entire bottom half, THE ENTIRE bottom fifty percent combined.. Ten people have more power than half of the nation… You want to know something about this democracy, you want to know something about order?............................It’s a lie..

{{Erick Rowan}}
Run…

You are all slaves to this society. The wolves sit back and destroy nature, destroy the lives of the non wealthy, and reap the rewards of your hard work. Your shackles are your business suits and your doctors wear, YOU ARE TOLD WHERE TO GO, you are told what to do, and if you disobey than you will become one of the non wealthy, one of the forgotten… Forsaken...... Puppets on a string..

{{Erick Rowan}}
Left.. Right… Left… Right...…

Children. Do me a favor. If you’re a Stone Cold Steve Austin fan, than give me a hell yeah…

The crowd lets out a huge “Hell Yeah”

Now if you’re a fan of CM Punk let me hear you shout!!

The crowd lets out an equally loud cheer.

Imagine if instead of coming down to this very ring and beating the living hell out of each other whenever they had a difference of opinion or wanted to prove themselves to be superior than the other, imagine if John Cena instead of fighting with his own fists decided to sit in the back, in the comfort of his locker room, and take away the tickets of any Stone Cold fan who planned on attending tonight’s event?



What if Stone Cold, from the comfort of his favorite bar, was to retaliate by taking away the tickets of all of the John Cena fans who wanted to watch tonight’s show?  ….. Now imagine if The Rock wanted Stone Cold to cut it out so he decided to take down all of the Stone Cold Tee-Shirts from tonight’s concession stands? And what if Randy Orton didn’t take too kindly to that, so in order to aid The Rattlensake, what if The Viper was to take away the tickets of all of The Rock’s fans who planned on coming to the show tonight? Imagine if more and more superstars got involved until there was no one left to see the show?.... Who does that hurt in the end? John Cena? Stone Cold... Or the fans?

{{Erick Rowan}}
Adam Cole will soon find out…

The Sheep outnumber the wolves… Stop allowing yourself to fall victim to this society. A society which revolves around money. A society which relies upon the poor staying poor. A society that benefits from war, benefits from destroying nature, benefits from evil….



The nightmares you see with your eyes closed are not as scary as the ones that you see when you open them… The only difference is… The ones you see with your eyes closed come to an end…

{{Erick Rowan}}
Follow The Buzzards…
 
We’re Here..

We're at the last stop before Digital Decision, and while excitement is in the air...for one person, that excitement is clouded by a wave of uncertainty. We see Layla standing all on her lonesome somewhere backstage, deep in thought, and we can only begin to imagine what's going through her mind at this very moment. Last week saw Fandango agree to a rematch with CM Punk, but he didn't actually pay attention to what he had actually agreed to. The second Punk brought up the fact that one option could see Punk's Money in The Bank contract on the line, Fandango's mind went away from anything else that followed, and immediately to the idea of him with that briefcase. Not realizing that Punk had brought up two other options, that aren't exactly very kind to his "lay-day" Layla. With the control fully in the hands of the fans, this match could see Layla herself be put on the line, meaning that the victor would take her. Which can't sit well with the diva that's hasn't had the most positive experience with CM Punk. But worse, if it could actually get any worse....the third option could force both men to choose between winning, and getting The Money in The Bank contract for themselves...or losing, to get Layla. It's a very difficult position for Layla to be in, because Fandango without thinking or even hearing Punk through basically decided on all of this himself, not listening to Layla bark out no as loud as she possibly could.




They're supposed to be partners, Layla's held up her end of the relationship by helping Fandango defeat CM Punk at Supremacy. But how can she even think about supporting him at Digital Decision if it means the end of them? The fact that Layla has no say in any of this is enough to make her wonder what the hell she's even doing with this guy if he's only thinking about himself and what he could gain, instead of thinking about what he could lose, which is the woman he courted into being his partner in the first place, her. She didn't want to, she said no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, now it seems as if he doesn't even know what no means because he flat out ignored her last week on the stage when she made it clear Fandango couldn't agree to Punk's stipulations. What's a woman to do in this situation? She doesn't know, but instead of letting her figure things out for herself...Fandango walks up to Layla, a rose in hand, and a casual "hey" uttered out in his soft tone.  




All it takes is one cold stare from Layla as she turns to him, for Fandango to realize that he's royally screwed up. Perhaps he made a mistake, but what's done is done, there's no backing out now, and he's got some serious making up to do. He can't head into Digital Decision without his lay-day, and while he himself must be wondering how this will all end when the votes are in, he needs to mend this issue he and Layla now have. He tries to open his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, only deep breathing as he scurries to find the word that will make everything better. With Fandango standing in silence, Layla's the one to break the ice, or...crush it.





[Layla]
You've got some nerve being here right now, you know that? This isn't what I signed up for, in fact...I'm not quite sure what I've even signed up for anymore. Am I just expendable? Do you even care about me? Because your actions, and your words, yeah they tell two completely different stories and I don't which to believe at this point.

She doesn't know what to believe, while Fandango himself doesn't quite know what to say to her. He realizes by now that last week he may have been too blinded by the high stakes Punk added to the match, to actually see what he could potentially lose by accepting. Growing impatient by his lack of response, Layla rolls her eyes then crosses her arms in disgust.


[Layla]
Well? Do you actually have anything to say or you just going to stand there? Fine, then I guess my suspicions weren't so far off after all, I knew I shouldn't have gone out there with you last month, yet I did it anyways...god I'm such a fool, and now thanks to you the entire world knows that!


Turning away from Fandango, it looks like Layla's saving him the trouble of the issue he could face should the fans vote a certain way next week. She's very upset, she's kicking herself mentally for making this mistake, of taking a chance on him, supporting him, all for it to end like this. But as she goes to leave, Fandango's hand firmly latches onto her arm, and she turns back around with that still in tact stone cold stare.




[Fandango]
Hey, baby...please don't be that way.

Extending the rose towards her, she immediately slaps it away, and it falls to the ground, letting him know just how serious this is.  





[Layla]
Don't call me baby, that's not going to suddenly make everything right again. In fact, nothing will...because I already know your mind is made up, and I know what you're going to do. You can try to act like it's something you wish didn't have to happen, but it's because of YOU that it is. You made the decision to accept that challenge, and you've made your bed, so enjoy the lonely lay in it.


Layla's absolutely over this entire situation, and she's not being kind about it. Fandango put her in a very lose lose predicament, and for XWL's longstanding diva, that's not okay. She can't stand CM Punk, and the fact that there's a possibility that she could have to be at his side after all is said and done, that further fuels that anger she has. The worst option of the three means that Fandango has to choose between keeping his undefeated streak and capturing The Money in The Bank contract...and losing Layla in the process, or giving up all of that just for her. Which is an unlikely scenario in any sort of outcome this could have. Fandango's not going to give it all up for a woman, not when he can just have another girl in Layla's shoes by next week. This could all be for nothing, and the fans could vote to have Punk's contract be the only stake in this encounter, but that's what drives this intense ordeal into overdrive because Layla doesn't know what's going to happen but at the same time, she does.




[Fandango]
Layla, you can't just...up and waltz away like this. I understand why you're mad, and you have every...right to be. But I made that decision for us, for...you. My business with that Punk may have been over...but there is nothing that can excuse his dastardly behavior...on the night of your Birthday.

Her ears perk up ever so slightly as she becomes intrigued with where this explanation might be heading. Layla's still upset, but she didn't devote the last two months to this just to not hear the guy out. It was a stupid decision on his part, especially considering it could easily go so horribly wrong....but maybe while his head wasn't in the right place, his heart was.



[Fandango]
Someone has to stand up for you, and that someone....is me. You've been victimized, shunned, and embarrassed by that...that, Punk! But have no fear, for Faaaaaan....Daaaaaaaangoooo is here! And here I stand ready to bring to you the very thing you are most owed, an apology. That is why when all has been said, and all has been done...you M'Lay-day...will have what you deserve.

You know, not a lot of men, in fact pretty much no man you would think could actually turn around a situation like this...but somehow, bah gawd....he's doing it! Layla's rage is simmering down, and his smooth talking, him telling her practically everything she would ever want to hear in this scenario...is softening up that furious disposition she's had since he approached her. While Layla is calmer, she still can't help but let ideas run wild in her head. Does anything he says still have merit if the fans decide up the stakes of this match drastically? Fandango's hand slowly makes it's way over to her face, tenderly gracing it with his fingers in a soothing manner. He's trying to comfort her, and that has helped. But can she really trust that he's being genuine, and not just doing some serious backpedaling in an effort to smooth things over until he actually does have to make a choice between the two?  


[Layla]
You're...really doing this for, me?

[Fandango]
Honey, of course I am. When a man's woman has been wronged, it is his job, his responsibility to rectify that....at any cost. The stakes may be high, but I'm willing to take that chance, if it means your happiness....

[Layla]
I...I don't know, what to say? When you did that, I thought it mean that...that, I...


Noticing her stumbling through her words, Fandango's fingers dance their way under her chin, and he stares into her eyes.   



[Fandango]
It's okay, I forgive you. Everybody...makes mistakes....everybody has...those days, but today is a day of righting those wrongs, and together, we...will do just that.

Somehow, someway the son of bitch has actually done it! Furious to no end or so it seemed at first, Layla is putty in his hands, and that's reaffirmed when her next action is to lean in closer to his chest, feeling his warmth and the relief that comes with it. His arms wrap around her body, and he holds her closely, softly stroking her back to reassure her that everything is going to be okay.   

[Fandango]
Baby there's nothing to worry about, Money in The Bank or not. Together we will daaaaance into that arena, and we'll daaance back out of it, together.

At ease finally, Layla rests nestled against Fandango's chest believing his words to be true. But the real question is, are they? With him possibly having to choose her, or The Money in The Bank come Digital Decision...can any of us really expect him to choose her over that? The fans have a huge role in this match, they could simply put Punk's contract, or Layla on the line...or they have a perhaps even greater power to invoke...the right to make these men make a decision of their own. Punk may have planted one on Layla last month, but would he really give up that contract just for her? The obvious real choice here, is in Fandango's hands, and while he's told Layla everything she wants to hear, will he inevitably choose her, or the case? Of course this could all be for nothing and you guys could be little angels and just simply vote to have Punk's case on the line, and nothing else...so think that over, search within your heart if you're willing to spare this couple a potential night of pain...and heartache, or if you just want to be a dick about it you could you know, vote the other two options....but as we fade away from the precious sight of these two, we know deep down you'll make the right decision. Or you'll just forever be branded a dick, and you don't want that, nobody wants that.