XWL Breakdown: 8/22/2014 - 8/29/2014

As Breakdown continues the cameras cut to backstage in the Interviewing are as the Interviewer introduces the segment

[[Mr Interviewer Man]]
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the Bullet Club's own, Machine Gun Karl Anderson.

Upon his introduction Machine Gun Karl Anderson walks into the Interview area as he waits for the Interviewer to ask his first question



[[Mr Interviewer Man]]
Last week at International Incident was a mixed night for the Bullet Club, things didn't quite go as expect for Prince Devitt and your's open challenge when it ended in disqualification. Were you disappointed with how the Bullet Club's big return to Japan went?

[[Karl Anderson]]
What was there to be disappointed about? Didn't you watch last week, the Bullet Club was like freaking rock stars over in Japan, they know what the deal is. They came out in their thousands for the Bullet Club, and in front of a sold out Tokyo Dome we did what we do better than anybody else. AJ Styles stole the show like only he can, Madison Eagles did what everyone said she couldn't do and retained her championship, and me and Prince? That goes without saying., we sent a message to the entire roster and that message was heard loud and clear, the Bullet Club takes no prisoners, we don't take anyone's bullshit and that's what we did last week. Do we regret it? Of course we fucking don't. Hell we'd do the exactly same thing again if we had too.



[[Mr Interviewer Man]]
Moving away from that, we've been told that you will be part of one of two Number One Contender matches for the Unite States championship, where if you are successful you will challenge Roman Reigns and the victor of Bray Wyatt and Drew McIntyre in a Triple Threat match at Eye for an Eye. What are your thoughts going into such a big match tonight?

[[Karl Anderson]]
Tonight? Tonight I make just one more step towards adding a little bit more gold to the Bullet Club in the form of the United States heavyweight championship when I go down to the ring to become the Number One contender later tonight.



[[Mr Interviewer Man]]
You certainly are very confident, but what about your opponent, Brock Lesnar who recently recorded a victory over your team mate AJ Styles. Surely it's not such an open and shut case as you make it to be.

As the Interviewer asks his question Machine Gun takes a drink of his beer before answering his question quite angrily, clearly not happy with what the Interviewer has had to say



[[Karl Anderson]]
Brock Lesnar? We're talking about Brock fucking Lesnar? Are you kidding me? Who is that guy? Cracking jokes about viagra and joking about anal rape, who is this guy? I thought he was supposed to be a Beast Incarnate, an unstoppable monster, but all I see is a bitch for hire. Having problems with We the People. We the People? We the Bullet Club... We are the Bullet Club, and we're taking over. Hell we've already taken over, just take a look around here, we've already taken over. AJ Styles is in the Main event next month, challenging for the World title, Prince Devitt is in the main event this week against Shinsuke Nakamura, Madison Eagles is still the Diva's champion, and tonight I become the number one contender to the United States championship, and we're taking over? No, we've already taken over, just nobody knows it yet.

Anderson takes another sip of his beer as he pauses what he's saying, then after his brief stoppage he returns to what he's saying



[[Karl Anderson]]
But you know who does know it, Randy Orton. He knows it, he found out last week that we can't hang with the Bullet Club, he came out in our home, insulted us, insulted the house that we built, he didn't respect us, he didn't give a shit about us, you know what he said about us? He said the Bullet Club were average, can you believe that? US. Average, that's what he said, we're just a bunch of stepping stones to him, that's all we are and then he answered our challenge and he found out just how sadly wrong he was, we aren't stepping stones, we're no push overs and the Bullet Club is anything but average, and then when we put the boots to him and he paid the price for it  we found out just what the Bullet Club is all about. Just like Brock will tonight. He can't compete with us, he isn't on the same level as us, he can't compete with the Bullet Club, nobody can, so as soon as I'm done with him, you bet your ass I'm going after Roman Reigns and his United States championship and I'm taking it back home to the black and white of the Bullet Club. Now that's something you can believe in, just like you can believe in the Bullet Club... Because we're taking over!

Then as Karl Anderson finishes speaking he walks out of the Interviewing area as the cameras fade out to end the segment

#1 Contenders Match

The Winner is entered into a triple threat with Roman Reigns at E4AE

Breakdown returns from a commercial break and we’re taken to ringside with JR, King, and Cole



Jim Ross
Hello folks and welcome back to Breakdown. What a night we’ve had already fresh off the heels of an amazing PPV in International Incident where we saw not only a championship change hands in the crowning of Tomko as the new Intercontinental Champion but we’ve seen several others retain their titles. Including our World Heavyweight Champion John Cena

Jerry Lawler
That’s right JR. Even if I don’t agree with how he won things Cena definitely put up one of the best matches he’s had. But lets not count out Nakamura either. He gave it his all. It’s just a shame he fell short. Don’t forget about the amazing match between Roman Reigns and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Austin fought tooth and nail, and for the longest time I thought he’d win it, but I have to give Roman credit. He’s definitely deserving of that title.

Cole shakes his head and laughs before speaking

Michael Cole
Austin fought tooth and nail? Are you serious right now Jerry? Roman destroyed Austin. He didn’t stand a chance one bit. I watched the match, I was there, Austin did everything but fight tooth and nail. Sure he got in one stunner but that’s all he accomplished. I said it once and I’ll say it again he should just hang up his boots and retire to his ranch in Texas. He needs to let go and realize he’s a wash-



Jerry Lawler
JR there’s something I find funny right about now. Can you guess what it is?

Jim Ross
I think I might have a clue but I’m not positive King

Michael Cole
Oh ha, ha. Very funny. I have to say I’m not surprised in the slightest that he’s coming out here now. He’s always trying to shut me up but I’m just not going to let it get to me no more. You hear me Austin?!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as someone appears to be coming from the crowd. Nobody from the commentary team can see just who it is. When suddenly the camera darts to the side of Cole. Seconds later Stone Cold Steve Austin is shown and he’s standing just inches from Cole. Austin doesn’t look too happy and motions for something.

The ringside worker nods and opens up a cooler and hands Austin what appears to be two steve-weisers. He opens them up and looks around as he’s mouthing words at Cole. Cole then begins pleading with Austin to not do anything drastic. At first Austin looks as if he‘s going to listen when suddenly



Austin then gets inches from Cole’s face and begins unleashing some verbal abuse towards Cole. Michael, in awe, says nothing. To which Austin smirks before shoving Cole backwards causing Cole to land in his chair and slide into the other announcers. After a second Austin laughs. He then motions for a mic and slides into the ring. He pauses and looks around before speaking



{Steve Austin}
If you’re happy ole Stone Cold came out here and shut up loud-mouth Michael Cole gimme a hell yeah!

Crowd
Hell Yeah!

Austin paces for a minute before continuing



{Steve Austin}
Now I came out here because I have to get some things off my chest.

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
About what happened at International Incident

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
When this company went over the pond and we were live from the Tokyo Dome!

{Steve Austin}
First things first. Everybody knows Mr. Roman Reigns needed a challenger for that there United States Championship right? Well who better than ol Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
I’ll be honest with ya folks. Roman’s got some chops. He’s one tough son of a gun but he didn’t go into Tokyo in just any old fashioned ro-de-o. Naw. He went one on one with THE toughest redneck you ever seen in myself. So there we were. He’d beat me down and then I’d get back up. I’d beat him down and he’d get right back up. It seemed like no matter what I did he just wouldn’t. stop. fighting. Which brings me to what I’ve gotta say right here right now.

Crowd
What?!

Austin clears his throat before speaking again



{Steve Austin}
Before our fight you said something I’ve heard over, and over, and over, and OVER every time I step into the ring with anybody. That ol’ Stone Cole Steve Austin is just trying to relive his glory days and that I should hang up my boots and head home. Son, I’m sorry to tell you this but, I ain’t going nowhere and that’s all I got to say about that!

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Now as I was going to say, I may not have came out on the top with the title but if there’s one thing I learned about you son, it’s that you remind me of me. You got that fight. That determination. That will to not only be the best but to prove you’re the best. That you’re the stepping stone that everyone should try to rise above. I thought I could’ve done it when I nailed you with a stunner right here in the middle of this ring but you just didn’t give up. So, for that, you’ve earned my respect and here’s to ya!

Crowd
What?!

Austin pauses and motions towards a ringside worker who then tosses him a few beers. Austin looks around as the crowd cheers as he proceeds to open them. He pauses for a second, proceeds to take a drink, and then raises his mic to speak again



{Steve Austin}
Now onto the other thing I had to do at International Incident. As you all know I’ve been involved in a little feud, if you’d call it that, over whether or not I’m a “Real American”. At International Incident I went one on one with Jack Swagger and needless to say, it turned out, exactly how I planned it to go. For Swagger he was sent a packin’ with his tail between his legs.

{Steve Austin}
He claimed that ol’ Stone Cold isn’t anything that a true American represents. He swore up and down. Side to side. Slantways and long way’s that he was going to show me what it means to be a real American. Well, son, I’m sorry to tell you but all you showed me was that you’re a real American jackass. You came out here running your mouth about how if you won I was going to be forced to become a “Real American” and you get to tell me what to do? EH EH!

Crowd
What?!



{Steve Austin}
I gotta say son I’m disappointed in you. I mean look at cha’ you swore up and down you knew what it means to be a Real American. You said it’s everything I’m not. That you were going to teach me a lesson, but what’d you do, all you taught ol’ Stone Cold is that you’re spouting off at the mouth and you’re writing a check your ass can’t cash boy. I mean hell son, that wasn’t even a match, did you even try to put up a fight? No and look what happened. Even your little mouth piece Colter doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you. So as far as I’m concerned there’s only one Real American and you’re looking at him Jack.

Austin pauses and stares into the camera



He goes to speak again when the crowd begins to boo. Austin pauses and goes to speak again before he’s suddenly cut off



That music can only mean one person and that's Zeb Colter. The music blares across the speakers of the arena as the crowd floods in the boo's for Zeb. Soon though it is revealed that Mr. Colter is not alone but is also with his newest 'Real American' Kurt Angle. The Olympic Gold Medal winner is standing beside Zeb Colter as the duo walks through the curtain and onto the stage. The boo's get louder as we see Kurt Angle wearing an oh so tacky American flag jacket with his gold medal on top proudly presenting it to the audience. Zeb on the other hand is in his usual get-up that everyone is accustomed to and tonight he even has a microphone with him. Zeb raises the microphone to his lips then he clears his throat as he is ready to speak.

[Zeb Colter]
Mr. Austin, I would like to go ahead and interrupt you as I am tired of hearing the lies that are spewing out of your mouth quicker than these UK fan's can sneak into the good ol' U.S. of A.'s border. You claim that at International Incident you beat a 'Real American'... Now Steve, how could that be the case? You did not beat the man too my left. You did not beat The Real American Hero Kurt Angle. You simply beat the cheap knock off brand of 'Real Americans'. Steve, I have the real brand of Real American's finally and buddy if you thought that speech impediment freak was a 'Real American' then you are dead wrong. I think you know this man to my left well enough where I do not need to list his accomplishments but then again Mr. Austin you are a drunk slob so you probably forgot. Kurt Angle was a Pennsylvania State Wrestling Champion.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
He was, Clarion University Freshman of the Year.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
NCAA Division I All-American.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
NCAA Division I Champion.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
A Summer Olympic Games Gold Medal Winner in Freestyle Wrestling.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
PWI Wrestler of the Year.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
The list could go on and on and on but most importantly he is...

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
...the man that is going to kick your ass.

Crowd
What?!

[Kurt Angle]
Oh it's true!

Crowd
What?!

[Kurt Angle]
It's damn true!

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
These what?! what?! what?! chant's are exactly why Mr. Angle will not be competing tonight.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
Nor anywhere that does not have the flag with the 50 stars and 13 bars.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
So Steve, you can go ahead and thank me for saving you the beating of a lifetime.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
You can thank me for not having your ankle snapped.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
Your back cracked.

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
Your knee popped!

Crowd
What?!

[Zeb Colter]
Because had The Real American Hero faced you tonight all of those things would have happened. Just like it happened to Brock Lesnar at International Incident, you know the pay per view where you got demolished by Roman Reigns. You remember that right Steve? Then again with as much beer that you consume I would not remember much either. I would remember however the man that made me in this industry and Steve... I made you. I gave you the name Steve Austin and I got you that gig down in Atlanta, Georgia. Without me, you would be nothing but a balding redneck but then again what are you now?

[Kurt Angle]
A bald redneck!

[Zeb Colter]
Now Steve, I know you must have a couple of thoughts rambling around in that empty skull of yours so I would love to hear them.... Go ahead Steve, oh wait please tell me you did not forget how to use a microphone. You're the type of American that should be taken away. All you do is drink and watch games on tv and that makes me sick. You see a Real American can achieve and as stated earlier that is exactly what Kurt Angle is. He is an achiever unlike you. So with that said I would like every Real American in this arena and watching at home to put a hand over there heart. Now with a loud voice repeat after me! We Th--

As Zeb goes to continue speaking Austin loudly clears his throat and the audience begins to laugh as he slowly raises his mic to speak



{Steve Austin}
So what you‘re telling me son, is that Kurt isn‘t going to compete here tonight? Did I get that right?

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
A person that won a gold medal, in front of millions of people, doesn‘t want to compete here tonight?

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Let me make myself perfectly clear you stupid son of a bitch, I don‘t care where we are, when ol‘ Stone Cold wants a fight he gets one. You‘re up there flapping your gums about how you made ol‘ Stone Cold Steve Austin? That if it wasn‘t for you I wouldn‘t be where I am today? That‘s got to be the biggest sack of crap I ever heard son. There‘s only one person who made me who I am and they‘re all around us right here tonight live from The 02 arena here in London England!

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
You can stand up there jacking your jaw about how Kurt‘s done this in his career, Kurt‘s done that in his career but, son what has Kurt done lately. Beaten and one up‘d Brock Lesnar? Am I supposed to be impressed by that? Any old regular person would cower in fear at the name Brock Lesnar, but, what do you see me doing? Do you see me cowering?

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Am I shaking in my boots?

Crowd
What?!

{Steve Austin}
Pacing this ring like I‘m gonna lose it?

Crowd
What?!



{Steve Austin}
The answer is the same answer I’m gonna give you if you ask ol’ Stone Cold if I’m even the least bit worried about you and your fancy-smancy little accomplishments. EH EH! Son there’s only two things I’m worried about drinking beer and kicking ass. So here’s what we’re gonna do. You’re up there talking about We The People? Well how about I help finish your sentence for ya? We The People.. Would love it if Stone Cold gets up on out of this ring, walks up on up this here ramp, and proceeds to beat the holy-hell out of Mr. Olympian himself Kurt Angle.

Crowd
What?!

Austin then proceeds to go through most of the rope when he’s cut off



[Zeb Colter]
Steve, I would not do that. I would not step out of that ring if I were you because you see the man to my left is not the only Real American out here. Mr. Austin if I were you I would put more ener--

[Kurt Angle]
What he is trying to say is, you may want to turn your redneck ass around!

Steve Austin gets a look of confusion across his face as he slowly turns around and see no one in the ring with him of importance. The only two actually in the ring with Steve are ring announcer Justin Roberts and a camera man. Austin turns back around and looks at Zeb and Kurt then raises his mic to speak but is cut off by Zeb Colter.

[Zeb Colter]
Steve! I know you are a drunk but come on! He was right there. You looked him dead in the eye. So come on just turn around and try again.

Steve looks even more confused than he did just a few moments ago. Could Justin Roberts be a real american? No way, then again maybe he could be Kurt Angle's personal ring announcer. None the less Steve begins to turn around but before he makes the full rotation the camera man drops the camera and dashes over to the Bionic Redneck. Spear! Spear! Steve Austin has just been speared by... the camera man? I nor anyone in the XWL universe knows what to think of this but slowly the camera man rises to his feet and looks down at Stone Cold rolled over holding his stomach.

The camera man reaches up and pulls off his hat which then his long hair drops down and soon it is oh so obvious who it is. The "camera man" was none other than The Rated R Superstar Edge. Why would Edge do this though? Why would Edge join with Zeb Colter and Kurt Angle after being gone from the XWL for so long? Edge turns his attention to the ramp were he gives a devilish smirk to Zeb Colter and Kurt Angle then Edge put his hand on his heart as he stares at Colter. Zeb and Kurt then do the same and at the same time all three men yell out loudly "We! The! People!" as the screen soon fades to black and we head to a commercial break.

Divas Tag TeamHandicap Match








[JR]
Nikki's looking for The Rack Attack!

[Michael Cole]
No!

[King]
I believe the word you're looking for would be, YES!


Setting Madison up on her shoulders, Nikki prepares to go against the odds and win this impromtu handicap match...but right as Madison was settled into place, doomed one hell of a back breaker...Layla runs in, kicks her leg up and wallops Nikki across the temple with a roundhouse kick that drops her instantaneously!  

[JR]
Oh come on!

[King]
Do your job ref!



Nikki falls to the mat, and on top of her? Falls Madison Rayne who frantically hooks the leg as the referee yells at Layla for illegally getting involved in this match. She throws her hands up and screams for him to count, and regretfully...he does...


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[Michael Cole]
The REAL United Queendom does it! Way to go ladies, tremendous job.

[King]
This was just unfair to Nikki, she was supposed to have a tag-team partner tonight, and then she finds out that her sister apparently quit?

[JR]
Which, I'm not trying to insinuate or anything, but I'm not too sure that Stephanie's story didn't leave out some details. She'd never just abandon her sister like that.



Victoriously celebrating their victory over Nikki, Layla and Madison come together with a brief hug before ignoring the referee and climbing opposing turnbuckles to gloat even more. While we may be in England, the crowd isn't overjoyed by how the match ended, so even if there's a little bit of cheers here and there, it's mainly boos. Madison begins to motion around her waist, signaling that she's going to be the one that enters that Elimination Chamber and walks out with the title. But almost at the exact same time, Layla mirrors her motion to the last detail. Their heads turn to one another, seeing a target before themselves. Because they both enter that chamber in four weeks, and only one of them will be able to walk out with the title, so they might be playing nice now, but when that chamber is locked shut, all bets are off.  

The infamous, chilling sound sharply cuts through the programming – as welcomed as a knife plunged into the ear. The arena is now draped in a black sheet of darkness as thick as the mystery that surrounds The Wyatt Family. People question how much longer Bray Wyatt will go without his followers and how long it will take for the man with a silver tongue – whose words are as dangerous as the venom dripping from the fangs of a serpent –to brainwash new members. However, as eerie whistling floats through the air an unsettling thought occurs: this is not Bray Wyatt.



Luke Harper
Dolph Ziggler…

The segment could end right there with the way Harper uttered Ziggler’s name – a low growl laden with detest that makes it evident that these two are far from friends.



Luke Harper
You are cut from the same cloth as Adam Cole.



Luke Harper
Just two of a world full of men who selfishly wield their physical appearance in order to procure prospects and paramours that are undeserved.

Harper finally turns to face the camera eyes open wide as a delicious thought enters his mind.



Luke Harper
But, how far can you go when the world cannot see your face behind a crimson mask?



Just like that Harper is gone, no explanation given for his whereabouts and what enticed him enough to make tonight the show he opted to make his return alongside his brother. His feelings on the past? Compartmentalized. His goals for the future? Perhaps not yet formulated. All we know for certain is that he still has Adam Cole swimming in his head, but not enough to distract him from the task at hand, the current prey he hopes to have wounded and squirming in his clutches by the end of the long hunt XWL likes to call a wrestling match.

Normal Match


Breakdown is fresh of a commercial break and we’re thrust right back into the thick of the action where Ziggler charges into the corner and nails Harper with the stinger splash!

Harper begins to stagger out of the corner, but Ziggler forces him back then climbs up to the middle rope and begins really laying in the blows with a rapid fire series of strikes!

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Harper ducks under then slams Ziggler down into the mat hard with a vicious sit out powerbomb!

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Kick out! The crowd begins to chant for Ziggler, rallying behind the former world champion who’s doing everything in his power to overcome this monstrous obstacle placed in front of him. Ziggler tries to get back to his feet, a simple task that becomes immensely more difficult after Harper drops his bodyweight on him with that Gator Roll of his, disorienting Dolph as the advantage slips further out of his grasp.

Harper relinquishes his hold on Ziggler, then steps onto the man’s chest and leans forward into the ropes where he shouts out “yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah” before stepping off with the referee looming and threatening to disqualify him.

Pulling, Dolph up to his feet, Harper is in firm control though Dolph continues to fight back, driving his fists hard into Harper’s sides until he’s free from the big man’s grip. Harper goes for a punch but Dolph sees it coming and evades it. Harper spins around and Dolph leaps onto his shoulders looking for his patented and devastating DDT.

The strength differential comes into play here as Dolph is merely shoved off his opponent. He recovers quickly and superkicks Harper in the face but Harper is still on his feet! Dolph charges forward, jumps into the air and this time he’s able to score with the DDT, spiking Harper’s skull into the mat!

The crowd is on fire now as Dolph rises to his feet and signals for the end of the –



Ziggler turns around and eats a vicious clothesline from Erick Rowan! The big man begins stomping away at Ziggler body while all The Ref can do now is call for the bell and hope a win via disqualification will make up for the beating to come.

He does an amiable task of trying to get a possessed Rowan off his prey then Harper pushes him away and everything just falls apart as far as conventional rules are concerned. Ziggler crawls into the corner trying to create some distance but that is the worst possible place to be. Harper pushes Rowan into the opposite corner, slaps his own brother in the face before shooting him across the ring right into Ziggler’s boot!

The crowd pops as Ziggler is still showing some fight but almost immediately Harper crushes Ziggler in the corner. Harper pulls Ziggler out of the corner and together he and Rowan begin setting up for the double crucifix powerbomb!

Suddenly a figure dashes down the ramp as quick as a flash.

The two brothers have Ziggler held in the air and the man grabs him by the legs and tugs him off. It’s Adam Cole!! The crowd immediately breaks out into a chant of his name Rowan turns around and charges at Cole who backtracks until he gets to the ropes and tugs down on the top ropes causing harper to take a spill out of the ring.

Harper is right there and begins pounding away at Cole until Ziggler comes over to make the assist, hitting a clothesline that sends Harper tumbling over the top rope and out of the ring! Cole and Ziggler are standing tall, motioning for Harper and Rowan to get back into the ring so that they can continue things.

Rowan appears to be all for it and Harper has to physical restrain him by tugging at the top of his jumpsuit and pulling him up the ramp, while he stares wide-eyed into the ring. On anyone else that would be a look of surprise or fear, but on Harper its purpose is to instill fear and surprise and we at least know that Cole is very interested in being the one who gets the last laugh in this rivalry… though that can’t be too hard when he’s dealing with someone who doesn’t laugh.

Normal Non-Title Match





As the back and forth match continues, both men once again lock up in the middle of the ring.  The fans are going crazy at this PPV-quality match unfolding before their eyes that seems to be going on forever, much to their delight.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
What a match this has been JR!  And both men still appear to have plenty left in the tank!

[Jim Ross]
We've seen it all in this one King.  We've seen AA's, we've seen Codebreakers, we've seen dirty tactics and veteran instincts from both men.  This match has had everything and neither man is about to let up.  The fans are eating up this one, despite not being too overly fond of either of these two competitors in recent times.

[Michael Cole]
John Cena has definitely shown us why he is the World Heavyweight Champion tonight and Jericho hasn't done too badly either!  This match has been back and forth from the outset!

Cena is able to use his power advantage to come out victorious in the lockup, putting Jericho in a firm standing headlock before wrenching away.  The pain on Jericho's face is clear for all to see.  Knowing he won't tap out someone of Jericho's caliber with such a basic maneuver, Cena throws him over his hip and takes him down to the ground, hoping to better his advantage from there.  The wily Jericho though, is able to break free and quickly regains his feet before delivering a sick enzuiguri to the side of Cena's head.  The noise it makes is like a gunshot echoing around the arena as Cena falls to the canvas like a sack of potatoes with his eyes glazed over as the fans scream "Ohhhh!".

[Jim Ross]
Bah gawd!  What an enzuiguri!  Can Jericho capitalize?

Jericho overcome with fatigue begins to crawl towards the champion...

Just as Jericho is about to cover Cena a loud throat clearing noise can be heard across the arena, a look of confusion comes across the face of Jericho, who's attention turns towards the ramp, Jericho gets back to his feet in confusion over the sound, It becomes clear that its one Paul Heyman standing at top of the ramp...

Jericho shakes his head and turns around...


CENA IS POISED AND WAITING...

[Jim Ross]
AA!  AA!  CENA HITS IT!  WITH THE DISTRACTION... CENA HITS ANOTHER AA!  CENA HAS IT!

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[Jim Ross]
CENA DOES IT!  What a match-up we have witnessed here tonight!

The referee counts to three as Heyman grins like a cat that swallowed the canary!  The World Heavyweight Champion picks up the victory over the self-proclaimed "best in the world".  The crowd show their respect for the match they just saw with some polite cheers, despite having little to no respect for either Cena or Jericho.



As Cena's music hits and his arm is raised in victory by the official, he demands that he be handed his title from the ringside personnel.  It's quickly retrieved and he emphasizes his superiority over Jericho and the rest of XWL by standing over his unconscious opponent before raising his title up high.  Heyman may have provided the assist on this night, but whether you like it or not, whether you agree with it or not, John Cena is the World Heavyweight Champion and the man to beat.

[Jerry "The King" Lawler]
When you get involved in Paul Heyman's business the way Jericho has, you almost have to expect that bad things will happen.  Jericho is finding that out right now...

Cena exits under the usual negativity from the fans as Heyman applauds.  They exchange a glance and as Cena passes him they both smirk and Cena salutes the master manipulator before leaving.  Jericho has begun to stir in the ring and sits up, looking up at the entrance ramp at the grinning evil mastermind looking back at him.



Paul Heyman
Bravo, Mr Jericho, bravo.

As the cameras cut to the man standing on the stage, Paul Heyman is shown applauding Chris Jericho is his losing efforts before he starts to speak to the man sitting in the ring as he tries to get his bearings



Paul Heyman
I was minding my own business backstage when I couldn't help but notice you on a monitor backstage earlier tonight doing what you do best and believe in your own hype and spouting lie after lie after lie, and just a few moments ago I couldn't help but notice that you failed to live up to your hype and you lost to John Cena. Boy, I just wish you could of seen him, or at least seen it coming, but don't you worry, because the entire world just witnessed the so called Best in the World at every thing he does lose to John Cena. I'll just chalk that one up to just one more thing Chris Jericho is the Best in the World at doing.



Paul Heyman
Now, as for last week at International Incident, you and I both know what happened was a fluke, a coincidence, even as some people might put it a miracle when you defeated my client Cesaro in the middle of the ring. And we both know that despite your transparent words earlier that Cesaro is not just an Internet Darling as you so eloquently put it, my client Cesaro is not like all of the others that have been labelled by the company as the next top star... No, No, No, they didn't call him that, I called him that, Paul Heyman called him that, and I meant it when I called him that, and I still mean it, and you know that means something, and when they wake up and smell the coffee I will be there first in line to ask them where they were when I was screaming that from the rooftops to anyone who could hear me months ago, that my client Cesaro is the real deal! We both know that my client Cesaro is the real deal! It's not a secret, hell admit it or not but last week even you know that what I say can be considered gospel, you know that even on his worst day that Cesaro pushed you to the limit! We both know that your victory last week meant nothing! We both know that my client Cesaro is the toughest man in XWL today, he is a better man than I will ever be and quite frankly a better wrestler then you ever hoped to be, and we both know that if you ever stepped into the ring one more time then it wouldn't be you having your hand raised in victory, it would be my client!



Paul Heyman
And if you don't believe me, then why don't we find out right now just who really is the best in the world at everything they do.



Paul Heyman
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you my client... The King! Of Swing! The Pound for pound strongest man in XWL today, the Swiss Superman! And he is the next big thing in this company! Cesaro!



As Heyman gestures to the entrance way Jericho is stood up still somewhat dazed as he looks up at the ramp waiting for Cesaro to appear, then after a few more seconds Heyman gestures back down to thee ring as Cesaro presumably coming in from the crowd is in the ring and before Jericho knows it, he's struck from behind by a big clothesline by Cesaro!

Paul Heyman
Get him!

As Jericho stirs on the ground, Heyman starts to make his way down to the ring, then following the initial shot by Cesaro, Jericho gets back to his feet and turns around in Cesaro's direction as he's met by a Big Boot to the face! Not wanting to let up at all, Cesaro grabs Jericho around the waist on the mat and dead lifts his body off the mat, lifting Jericho off of his feet and planting Jericho with a Big Deadlifted German Suplex!

Paul Heyman
Cesaro! Get him!

Cesaro clutches Jericho right arm with his left as he hits Jericho square in the jaw with a European Uppercut as he's out on his feet, before hitting Jericho with another stuff Uppercut, followed by another and another. Cesaro not stopping keeps unloading Uppercut after Uppercut on Jericho, until he can't stand anymore and Jericho slumps down to the mat, but Heyman continues to bark orders at Cesaro urging him to continue with the assault.



Paul Heyman
Again! Hit him again!

Then Cesaro grabs Jericho back by the right arm as he starts to hit Jericho with more Uppercuts like a man possessed, refusing to stop the punishment being unleashed on Jericho, then soon as Jericho starts to lose his legs once again Cesaro pushes Jericho back into the ropes before grabbing Jericho once again only to right now with a big clothesline sending Jericho down to the mat as Paul Heyman looks on in shock at the damage done by his client, but before he can say anything Cesaro lifts Jericho back up and forced him over to the corner and at that point Heyman tries to stop him from doing anything more.

Paul Heyman
No! Cesaro! No! Stop it!

Ingoring his manager's order Cesaro whips Jericho across the ring and suddenly running after him to hit Jericho with a running European Uppercut! And again Cesaro whips Jericho back to the other corner to hit Jericho with another running Uppercut! Incensed by hurting Jericho, Cesaro refuses to let up and pulls Jericho out of the corner, holding him under his arms as Cesaro showing his freakish strength pops Jericho into the air and Uppercutting Jericho out of the air!



Paul Heyman
Oh my god!

Heyman, now passionately trying to stop Cesaro is pushed aside by Cesaro as he cranks his neck, letting the people know exactly what's coming next before lifting Jericho back to his feet and places his head between Cesaro's leggings before grabbing Jericho in position and suspending him in the air, holding him there for a few seconds before hitting Jericho with the Neutralizer!



Paul Heyman
Oh my god, what have you done?!

With Jericho laying flat in the middle of the ring, Heyman tries to lead Cesaro away from Jericho as he looks back in shock at how far his clients gone as he shouts in horror over what he's just witnessed

Paul Heyman
What have you done, Cesaro!? OH MY GOD! What have you done?!

As he continues to lead Cesaro away from him, a sinister grin comes across Heyman's face as he starts laughing, laughing at Cesaro's demolition of Chris Jericho, laughing at how easily Cesaro just manhandled Chris Jericho, and he then points down at Chris Jericho looking over to his client as he seemingly congratulates his client

Paul Heyman
Look at what you've done. You did that! I told you! I told you this would happen! Didn't I tell you that? You did that! You did that to him!

Clearly delighted over what's just happened Heyman walks over to the side of the ring to be handed a microphone then as he's handed one he starts to applaud his client as he walks back over to stand side by side with Cesaro before starting to speak



Paul Heyman
Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman and this is my client the BEST in the WORLD at EVERYTHING he does... Cesaro!



As his introduces his client, Heyman raises his clients hand as they stand over the still body of Chris Jericho. Standing tall above their advisory as the segment comes to an end

*As Breakdown heads to its next segment, we see the Beast Incarnate Brock Lesnar, rolling a suitcase down the hallway, seemingly heading towards the parking garage, one must wonder what Lesnar thinks about losing an opportunity for the United States Championship to Karl Anderson. This is what Adam the Cameraman is searching for, he walks behind Lesnar for a little bit before asking.*

[Adam The Cameraman]
Hey Brock!

*Brock looks at Adam with a death stare only the Hound from Game Of- okay never mind, an icy Brock Lesnar death stare. Brock then realizes that the cameraman is either overly brave or overly stupid to ask Brock questions after e lost an important match, but Brock will give this scrub the benefit of the doubt. But not before sighing of course*

[Brock Lesnar]
What do you wanna ask me?

[Adam The Cameraman]
How do you feel after losin-

*Wrong question, dude. Lesnar looks really pissed now, luckily Adam knows what he did wrong and retracts his wording by saying.*

[Adam The Cameraman]
What are your plans for the future?

[Brock Lesnar]
I don't know. Why don't you ask Steph or something? I mean I got the opportunity after getting run up on by Kurt Angle, the week before. All I can do is show up to whatever arena we're at, and do my best. Which just so happens to be THE best this company has, hell, I think this is my first loss since coming back? I can rebound, I've dominated so much, people think I can't fail. I mean, I don' want to fail, but it happens to everyone. I left WWE, tried out for the Minnesota Vikings and failed. Did I mope about it? Nope, I learned form my mistakes, did what I was born to do and became the best again.

[Adam The Cameraman]
Before your match it was mentioned multiple times that you beat AJ Styles two weeks ago. With him being in the Elimination Chamber now, are you cheering for him so you can use leverage or bragging rights?

[Brock Lesnar]
Hell no, I'm not cheering for that punk. I'm not cheering for anyone in the Chamber, nut if I had to it sure wouldn't be that guy. God, would it make me puke to see his ragtag group of misfits celebrate on the next Breakdown. I honestly hope Erich Young gets what he wants because I'm sick of the fake ass "Bullet Club" I bet not one of them has even held a gun before, but no, if it can get them on TV and in Hot Topic, they'll do it and who am I to blame them?

[Adam The Cameraman]
One more question Brock. We've seen somewhat of a new attitude since International Incident, is this a new Brock Lesnar?

[Brock Lesnar]
What?

[Adam The Camerman]
I mean you let me interview you, you wern't yelling at fans, you've been cheered more.

[Brock Lesnar]
Look man, I just do what I need to do to put food on my family's table, and if people like that, cool. I've got to go.

*And with that, Brock Lesnar continues his journey to the car, bus whatever he's riding in. We'll have to follow up on his journey and see what roads he decides to take, but as always you better hope he's not taking the same as yours. Breakdown then heads to its next segment*

Apologies if this is too short

Returning from a commercial break we see Byron Saxton standing by, just moments away from conducting an interview, but with who?



[Byron Saxton]
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to tonight's edition of Breakdown. We are live from The O2 Arena in London England, and to say it's been an exciting night thus far would be a huge understatement. At the start of the show we learned that World Heavyweight Champion will be defending his title against five other men inside The Elimination Chamber at Eye For An Eye. But, not only will John's championship reign be in jeopardy, but Divas Champion Madison Eagles will be put to the test as well. For she defends her championship against a diva of her choosing, Bayley, Madison Rayne, Athena, and one of my guests at this time, the first ever woman to win an Elimination Chamber Match just last year, Layla!

Gracefully prancing onto the scene right on cue, Layla sways from left, to right, moving her arms up and down
as if she were a bird fluttering through the air. Her "wings" fall to her side and she beams with that always ever so evident arrogance exuding from her.

[Byron Saxton]
You sure do know how to make an entrance, now if you'll all help me welcome my other guest, Fa-

Before he could even continue, Layla's hand grabs the microphone, and she motions for him to stop.



Confused, but still complying, Byron passes the microphone off to Layla who seems to want to introduce Fandango herself. Clearing her throat and telling Mr. Saxton to scooch over a few steps, Layla stares into the camera ready to give her man the introduction she feels he deserves.



[Layla]
Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly introduce to you, the most Faaaaan...tastic man to ever waltz through these halls, or any other...a master of his craft, the true inspiration to all of you, and myself...the holder of my heart, and the conqueror of yours...Faaan...Daaan...goo!


Well...that wasn't over the top in the least bit...Layla shifts past Byron, extending her arm out introducing her man in the most elaborate way possible. And of course, he's fashionably late by a few seconds, whirling to the side of this unlucky interviewer with his hand practically glued to his own upper body from the get go. Fandango leans in, winking at his lay-day who blushes but soon turns her attention to Byron who hasn't said a word. Of course that could be because Layla still has his microphone, but you know that's just a technicality in her eyes. She gives him a look that says "Well?" and he does the only thing he can do, he holds his hand out asking for his mic back, and after scoffing she passes it off to him. But not before almost causing him to drop it due to how far from interested she was to actually give it back.    
 
[Byron Saxton]
Thank you both for joining me here tonight, I'll start with The Elephant in the room, what happened at International Incident, Fandango? You were set to compete against CM Punk in what many thought was the end, but you attacked him before the match could start, and it ultimately never did. What was your motivation behind it? Did you not want to face CM Punk?

Naturally Layla takes offense to Byron's words but rather than chiming in and making this all about her, she lets Fandango be the man in this situation, even if he might sometimes act more feminine than she does...




[Fandango]
My motivation...was that pretty little thang right...over there. You see, I'm a man...a man that can chop wood with his bare hands, a man that could overpower a bear and domesticate it! If I wanted to, I could have beaten that Ne'er-do-well...but his crime, deserved a far greater punishment. He tried to drive a wedge between the two of us, and you know what? That's not okay, in fact, it's down right criminal. And what do criminals get?

[Byron Saxton]
Sentencing?

[Fandango]
And what's a sentencing?

[Byron Saxton]
Uh, well...

[Fandango]
A declaration... of conviction. And what's conviction?

[Byron Saxton]
I feel like it's all sort of the same thing..


[Fandango]
A judgment befitting his heinous act. Which is why, instead of getting a one, a two, and a three...I gave him, the ol' one....two....three!


Anybody understand even half of that? No? Well obviously he's explaining that defeating Punk wasn't enough, he wanted to make him hurt the way he made them hurt by being torn apart. I mean it's plain a day, did you even listen to him? Gosh, pay attention people especially you Byron with that perplexed look on your face.



[Byron Saxton]
Some might say that the only thing you've done is make another mistake by messing with CM Punk.

[Fandango]
Yeah? And who might those "some" be?  

[Byron Saxton]
It's more a general feeling.


[Fandango]
So...what you're saying is, nobody?


[Byron Saxton]
No, it's been a popular opinion among the fans.

[Fandango]
Oh yeah? Well then give me their names.

[Byron Saxton]
Well I don't have them.

Leaning in closer to Byron, Fandango does what he does best, invading other people's personal space. He looks Byron deep in the eyes, squinting at him as he stands in silence. Byron doesn't quite know what to make of this so he to just stands there, providing an awkward moment as Layla herself seems to be a bit curious as to what he's doing.

[Fandango]
Okay, I believe you...


Sighing in relief, that relief doesn't even have time to set in because Fandango starts flailing around like a crazy person. He jumps forward, his nose touching Byron's for a long and uncomfortable few seconds, then he backs away and swings his fist forward stopping in between Byron's eyes before it made contact, making him flinch and ask himself in that moment why he accepted the task of interview this oddball. That fist slides up his forehead, then his hand loosens up and grasps the top of Byron Saxton's head. He pats it a few times and nods to himself.

[Fandango]
That was a test, you passed...good job, I had my doubts...but I now know, that you would never stand there and lie to me. Thank you for being a friend, traveled...down the road and back again...your heart is true. You're a pal, and a con...fidant...

From one dose of confusion to the next, Byron tries his best to process all of this, but he can't wrap his head around it. Thankfully his head is freed from Fandango's clasp, but needless to say this is really a perplexing situation to be in.  


[Byron Saxton]
Was...that The Golden Girls?

Byron's confusion passes over to Fandango who looks at him as if he just said something stupid.  

[Fandango]
What? No. That's Andrew Gold, as my friend, you should know that...you're making me question everything now, everything's a lie...how could you?

Rather than dealing with the impossible guest that is Fandango, Byron turns to Layla to hopefully have a better experience dealing with her. After all, a bit of arrogance is better than having your brain on the brink of exploding due to the gibberish that's coming from the so called “Lord of Dance.”  

[Byron Saxton]
Layla tonight we found out that your goal of regaining The Divas Championship is actually within reach, as you were named one of the divas that will enter this year's Elimination Chamber. How does it feel to have this opportunity?

Because of reason we can't comprehend, Layla grabs a hold of Byron's hand and leads the microphone closer to her, because it's impossible to speak any other way....obviously.



[Layla]

Well she couldn't have left out last year's winner, the woman that won the very first Elimination Chamber match to feature women, mind you. The very same woman that was entered into that match because she entered into and won the very first Hell in a Cell match to feature women. Who was added into that match because she had won the very first Stretcher Match in this company's history male or female. Who was given that opportunity because she was the very first Women's Champion in this company's existence. I wanna be Divas Champion again, and unlike the others, I don't just wanna be champion...I know I will be. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when. And the when of course will now be at Eye For An Eye, when I take back my rightful place as this division's ruler.

Well don't be modest now, Layla...

[Fandango]
You tell 'em babe, nothing can stop my little daaancing queeen.


[Byron Saxton]
No lacking in the confidence as expected, but since you know what to expect inside Satan's Structure, do you plan to change your strategy at all?



[Layla]
Why fix it if it isn't broken? Last year I entered that match with funny enough, five other women who are no longer here. I was the history maker, and I did what I knew I would, but everyone else didn't think was possible, I made history yet again. Not only do I have an edge over the other women because of how great I am...but like you said, I know what to expect, they don't. A match like that isn't something you can prepare for, it's grueling, it's career shortening, and it weeds out the weaklings and propels the truly talented like moi, into greatness. But of course, I'm already pretty damn great so it'll just be another notch on my belt, and the bonus this year? It's for the title itself, which Madison best say her goodbyes now, because it'll be around my waist when I'm the one once again left standing in that chamber, the winner...

[Byron Saxton]
I wish you luck, although I'm sure you can attest that you won't need it. Now Fandango, tonight you go one one with G-

A hand suddenly appears from the right of the frame, creeping over Byron's head, causing him to stop. A shushing like noise can be heard from off screen as a gold covered arm guides the hand currently rubbing Saxton's head. The hand covers Byron's mouth, silencing him as the infamous Goldust steps into frame, announcing his own name for his fans.

[Goldust]
Gooooooooldddusssstttt.

Coming off, almost, sexually as he speaks his name, he realeases Byron's mouth but grabs his chin instead, pulling Byron close to his own face to where they are looking the own way, completely ignoring Fandango.

[Goldust]
Can you see it Byron? The name clattered in gold? The man who everyone around the world wanted to see? His name, is Goooolduuust.

With the "t" sound, he bites down just inches away from Byron causing Byron to back up.

[Goldust]
But as of International Incident, a far more, ravishing man has taken my light Byron. A hairy, meaty man....

Goldust can be seen moving his hands across where his nipples would be, fairly suggestively as he continues to speak.

[Goldust]
A man, name Sami.... Callihan. A man who I got the pleasure of tasting his skin.

[Byron Saxton]
Um, thank you Goldust but this isn't really a time to be talking about such a-

Goldust takes his hand, extending one finger and brings it to the lips of Byron, shushing him.

[Goldust]
Now, now Byron. It's always time for me. Just as you will see come later tonight when I clash with the master, of the dance. Fendango.

Goldust absolutely butchers the name of Fandango as Layla's jaw drops, astounded anyone can say it so wrong.

[Goldust]
And tonight, as I cover him with my own body, I will be sending a message to Sami that I am not done feeling his presence.

Goldust's tongue slips from his mouth, licking his lips oddly as the person who was originally suppose to have an interview here speaks up.



Fandango says some stuff, Goldust leans in and trys to lick him but he steps back creeped (boy isn't that ironic?) and Goldust ends up licking Byron before leaving as Fandango utters "what a weirdo." Byron loses his shit over just being licked by Goldust unable to continue the interview but he wouldn't have been able to do it anyways because CM Punk comes out of nowhere and beats the hell out of Fandango. Throwing him around like he's his bitch, while Layla screams at Punk. Eventually security pull Punk off Fandango and Layla tends to her man who just got fucked up hardcore by Punk as revenge for what happened at International Incident. She tries to help him up because his match with Goldust is next, and we head to a commercial.

Normal Match





Fandango comes out with Layla trying his best to dance but due to getting his ass kicked before the commercial break it's not as extravagant as it usually would be. Goldust comes out next and does Goldust stuff like breathing into the camera then the match between these two weirdos commences.








Layla had hopped up onto the apron because why the fuck not? Goldust runs to knock Fandango off the apron, but suddenly Layla collapses to the floor as if she had just fainted (give this girl an Oscar) prompting goldust to stop in his tracks and look confused. The referee looks in horror as he saw Layla fly off the apron and immediately calls for the bell. He thinks Goldust attacked her, and an unwritten rule in matches is that even if there's a lady present, as a man you never put your hands on her or that's it. Fandango rushes to the aid of his lady as his theme music begins to play. The crowd begin to boo Goldust because she's from there shut up. Suddenly we find out it's not just because of that it's because Sami Callihan runs into the ring and begins to attack Goldust laying him out. Once Goldust is down Fandango extends his hand to Layla who pops up to her feet with a leap as if she were perfectly fine. Was this some type of low down tactic to get Fandango a victory? Layla smiles and plants a kiss on Fandango's cheek who begins to dance with his lady who apparently threw herself off the apron to trick the referee and everyone else. While they dance their way out, Sami stands tall over Goldust showing him that he too isn't done with Goldust as The Bizarre one stated before the break.

Too early to nominate for match of the year?

The cameras are backstage now after a brief break The Wrestling Goddess Athena is shown squatting backstage with her face buried in her hands, overwhelmed by what has been an extremely eventful couple of hours for her. While she continues fighting to clear her mind, so she can try to make sense of this storm brewing and perhaps string together a couple of coherent thoughts that would allow her to formulate a plan that would see her preserve through the brutal winds and crushing waves, and interview approaches her. Trained to stick the microphone in a person’s face when their emotions are at their rawest, XWL’s infamous Mr. Interviewer Man, is ready to do his job as efficiently as he can manage even if that means risking getting kicked in the face or incurring the wrath of Athena’s growing fan base that seems to be picking up steam as far passion and loyalty are concerned.

The Great Interviewer of Our Times
Athena, hey, I was hoping to get your reaction to the way this night has gone for you. You were kind of given the short end of the stick as far as your encounters with Layla and Bayley are concerned, but the news that you’d be one of the six women competing in the second ever women-exclusive elimination chamber has to trump all of that for you.

Athena straightens up the then reveals that her face wasn’t attached to her hands by some industrial-strength adhesive when she looks up at the interviewer with a half-smile on her face. Trying to be professional, trying to adopt  the mindset she had when she first came to the company at Digital Decision to not ruffle any feathers, trying to be nice, Athena figures that five minutes would not be so taxing on her before she goes on her way. Besides, the people who made it so that she could even be in a position to stand backstage in London debating whether or not to accept an interview request deserve to know what’s on her mind.



Athena
It’s my first real night in the company and it… it just feels like someone dropped a big bag of bricks on my head. Why is somebody carrying a bag of bricks around like it’s a handbag? Beats  me. But that makes about as much sense as what’s been happening to me lately.



Athena
I’m not talking about what happened when I wrestled Bayley, as much as it sucks to say, that loss was the only thing that made a lick of sense tonight. Bayley is a competitor that’s friendly before the bell rings but ferocious when it’s time to get down to the nitty-gritty and she deserved my full attention in that ring, but I just didn’t have it to give to her. That’s all thanks my good friend Layla who appears to have made it her mission in life to see me fail, because I guess things must be going so gloriously for her that she has all the time in the world to stick her nose where nobody wants it.



Athena
And I may not have been here for long, but I’ve been around the block in this profession long enough to know that if you want to stay in the good graces of the fans, then you don’t insult their hometown hero, but you know something? I’m not going to sugarcoat the way I feel about that good-for-nothing hussy and bow down to her like she obviously wants me to – these people are free to cheer for anyone they want; they paid for their tickets and by-golly this may not be America but free speech is alive and well in most parts of the world. All I’m saying is that anyone that likes her at this point is either because of her “assets” or because of where she came from.



Athena
The funny things is that Layla forgot where she came from a long time ago and just plays up the fact that she has a little accent so that she can have people eating out of the palm of her hand. This woman thinks she’s royalty and it doesn’t matter if you’re from the United States or the United Kingdom: everybody is a peasant in her eyes. You got that? Ev-er-y-bod-y. A list that I’m sure includes her supposed BFF Madison Rayne, but, hey, I guess she’s useful when you want somebody to tell you how pretty they are in between the backhanded compliments.



Athena
So yeah… as you can see Layla’s been on my mind and instead of worrying about getting suplexed through the ring by Bayley I was steaming mad about that stupid bill, but  at the end of the day, Layla may have been in my head, but she wasn’t in that ring. I have no one to blame but myself because part of being a wrestler is not letting outside drama interfere with what goes on between those ropes and what pisses me off is that I knew that. I knew that from struggling on the independent scene, but it’s like everything learned went out the window. I guess that’s what happens when before you even have your first match in a new place you find yourself in the middle of some kind of blood-fued.



Athena
You know what else happened before my first match? I found out that I would be thrown inside the Elimination Chamber match. Can you believe that? Me.  Athena. A Diva’s Championship Contender? It just doesn’t feel real. But it feels bad that another woman who has been here longer and worked harder is missing out just because Stephanie wants to prove some point? For weeks I was mad because she was putting me on this pedestal – making it sound like I was wonder woman, able to sprint miles in the blink of an eye before I even took my first step.



Athena
Yet here I am, certainly not in any hurry to turn down this opportunity that’s been gift-wrapped to me. Does that make me selfish? A hypocrite? If I say I’d only do it just to keep a close eye on Layla would that make me a liar?  I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it? I lost tonight when I had a chance to prove that I deserved to be in that chamber with the best and I definitely didn’t feel like a million bucks. But then after the match, did you see what the fans did? They stood up and cheered for me as if I won the whole thing and in that moment I knew that they cared for me, that they appreciated the work I do no matter what the outcome of the fight was. Those fans made me feel good about myself when I was down in the dumps. They made me feel like I could do anything and I’m going to repay the favor by doing what I did tonight and giving it my all in that ring, because I know that when I put my mind to it I can do anything…



Athena
Even become Diva’s Champion.

Athena then cracks a bigger smile than she offered the interviewer at the start of this whole shebang – this talk being the perfect way to vent and get her feelings out in the open instead of eating away at her had she kept it locked away tightly inside. As the weeks go by she’s going to try and prove the choice to include her inside the elimination chamber match at Eye for an Eye  may have been a tad premature, but it definitely wasn’t the wrong decision.

Main Event
No Disqualification Match



14minutes into the match...

Devitt and Nakamura are both down on the ground, Devitt starts to stir as Nakamura is laid out.

Jim Ross
What an incredible match this has been so far. These two men have given each other everything they've got.

Jerry Lawler
I agree, it's hard to tell the result at this point, it could really go either way.

Michael Cole
To me, it seems obvious that Nakamura is on his last legs here, while Devitt has more than enough left in his tank. It seems Nakamura's bitten off more than he can chew here tonight after going through hell against Cena.

…...
…..
…..



Red lights shine all around the arena as a pyro explosion goes off at the stage, the titantron is overtaken bythe image of graphical flames while red coloured smoke pours into the arena from all sides, and as if it wasn't already obvious, all is made clear as an extremely familiar name appears among the flames, and an ominous silence comes across the arena, as the word 'KANE' appears on the titantron.



Jim Ross
BAH GAWD! KANE! IT'S KANE!!!

Jerry Lawler
This is bad! Nakamura and Devitt are supposed to be competing in the main event, and now it looks like Kane is about to ruin that.

Devitt looks down to the ramp, fearful for his safety, he isn't sure what to do, or where to go. His match is still going on, but is it worth risking everything just to pull off a flimsy victory against one of the Elimination Chamber participants? Devitt's decision is soon made for him as the demon Kane emerges from underneath the ring! The appearance comes as a huge surprise to a startled Devitt who quickly backs up in the ring as Kane pulls himself up onto the apron and climbs in over the top rope, while Devitt rolls out underneath the bottom rope. Devitt absconders over the barricade and out of the arena, leaving a vulnerable Nakamura in the ring.

Jerry Lawler
This doesn't look good...

Nakamura starts to stir in the ring, he turns his head and sees Kane staring down at him. Unable to show any more of a reaction, Nakamura does the only thing he can to escape, he rolls his way out of the ring, falling flat on his face on the outside. Seeing the trouble that he's in, Nakmura uses the last of his strength to slowly crawl away from what's looking more and more like his inevitable fate. Kane is quick on his heels though, he follows Nakamura to the outside, and stalks behind him, moving at a slow, but still faster pace than Nakamura is, it doesn't take long for him to catch up to his prey. Kane grabs Nakamura by the scruff of his neck, using the hair on his head to pull him up to his feet. Once he has him in his grasp,  Kane lifts him up and turns him upside down, holding him over his right shoulder as he looks toward the announcers team who stare on.



Michael Cole
You might be right, Jerry. This isn't looking good for Nakamura. I might not like him, but I wouldn't wish Kane on my worst enemy.

Kane shows no emotion as he takes a few steps with Nakamura still in his hold. Everyone knows what's coming, but that still doesn't stop them from hoping that they're wrong. Unfortunately, all the hope in the world can't help Nakamura now, his life is in the hands of the Big Red Monster, and Kane is a man who's widely known for his taste for destruction. Kane adjusts Nakamura's position in his arms, setting him up perfectly for his signature move, he jumps up and as he comes back down, he drops his knees, causing Nakamura's skull to bounce off the floor as Kane hits a brutal tombstone that leaves Nakamura gasping for breath.



Jim Ross
NO!!! NO!!! KANE JUST KILLED NAKAMURA!! WHY?!!

Jerry Lawler
Don't look now, JR, but I don't think he's done yet.

Kane look down at what he's done, but with Nakamura still breathing, albeit lightly, he doesn't seem satisfied with his work yet. He looks around the arena, surveying his surroundings, looking for something, anything, that he can use to put an end to Nakamura once and for all, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. Leaving Nakamura on the ground in terrible pain, Kane makes his way over to the corner of the ring, his eyes fixated on the steel steps leaning against the ring post. He leans down and with one swift movement, he lifts the top of the steel steps and tosses them to the side, clearly not intending to use that part for whatever he has planned. Turning his attention to the lower area of the steps, sadistic thoughts run through his mind and he heads back to where Nakamura is left lying.

Jim Ross
Wait... NO! You can't! Kane, don't do this!!

Michael Cole
This is taking it way too far. Kane, you've done what you came out here to do, please, just leave it there, you could end this poor man's career.

Jerry Lawler
I still don't understand why Kane is doing this. What could be his motivation?

Michael Cole
He's a monster! The only motivation he needs is the look of pain and suffering on the face of the man he's attacking.

With his target set on Nakamura once more, Kane lowers down and lifts Nakamura's head off the ground, he wraps his hands around his shoulders and drags him over to the steel steps. The crowd are pelading with Kane to stop his attack, but the emotionless monster couldn't care less, all he cares about is causing Nakamura as much pain as he can. Kane leans down once again, he lifts the lifeless body up, and drags him as he steps up onto the top of the steps, before lifting him up in the same manner as before, but this time with a lot less showcasing, he turns him on his head and holds him in place. The crowd are screaming, children are crying, as Kane jumps up and once again, he comes crashing down onto the steel steps, dropping down to his knees, smashing Nakamura's skull against the steel as the thud rings through the arena.



Nakamura slumps down off the steel steps and onto the ground beside, blood trickling down the side of his face, which Kane seems as happy as Kane can be to see. With Nakamura now left a broken, bloody mess, Kane appears to be satisfied with his work, he walks around the ring as the emergency team rush down the ramp to Nakamura's aid, a stretcher in their hands, they're followed by a group of XWL officials, and all of them run down to the ringside area as Kane makes his way to the bottom of the ramp. The team of officials help the emergency team to place Nakamura safely on the stretcher, while making sure that Kane keeps clear. Two men roll Nakamura over, as the others slowly place the stretcher underneath.



Jim Ross
I just... I don't understand this... Why would Kane target Nakamura so ruthlessly?

Michael Cole
I don't think there's any reason good enough to take it to these lengths.

Kane continues to walk up the ramp, and everyone in the arena who was wondering why Kane would do such a thing, is soon set straight as...



The general manger, Stephanie McMahon's entrance music hits, and if it isn't already apparent that this brutal attack was down to her, it soon is made apparent as she wastes no time, coming out through the curtains, clapping her hands, praising Kane for what he's done.

Jim Ross
WHAT?! Now I've seen it all!! Stephanie McMahon did this?! She told Kane to do this?!

Michael Cole
N one tells Kane to do anything, JR, he does what he wants to. If it works out for Stephanie McMahon, then that's all the better.

Jerry Lawler
Of course it works out for Stephanie. There's no way that Nakamura will be in any shape to compete inside the Elimination chamber in four weeks time. In fact, Nakamura's career as we know it, could be over indefinitely. This was a sickening move by the General Manager, I'm finding it hard to believe that she could possibly be behind such a disgusting act.

Michael Cole
I for one think it was a decision that was best for business. Stephanie McMahon doesn't want the XWL World Heavyweight Championship to be around the waist of Shinsuke Nakamura, so she made sure that there was no way that could ever happen. Now all she needs to do is take care of Eric Young and Dean Ambrose, at least then we'll be guaranteed a worthy champion out of the chamber.

Kane continues walking down the ramp until he comes to a stop beside the cheery Stephanie McMahon. He gives her a cold look before raising his hands up to his mask, and much to the surprise of the entire XWL universe, he lifts the mask off his head, and hands it over to the General manager, who stares at it before reluctantly accepting it.



Kane continues to make his way out of the arena, leaving a perplexed Stephanie McMahon staring at the sweat drenched mask in her hands, but she doesn't see it as that, she sees it as a symbol. A symbol of the destruction that just took place, a symbol of the monster that is Kane, but most importantly, a symbol demonstrating the power that Stephanie McMahon has in the grasp of her hand. With a smirk, she raises the mask up into the air as XWL logo appears in the cornor of the screen, signifying the end to this incredible night.




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