XWL Uprising: 2/20/15 - 3/6/15

Pyro lights up the TD Garden, the site of the XWL’s first pay per view back from its hiatus, and the Boston fans sure aren’t disappointing. The cheers can induce goosebumps and their chants can deafen as they express just how happy they are to be here. The show’s theme music blasts in the background while the camera does its usual scan of the crowd.

"We want it all and we want it now…”

The chorus embodies the spirit of an uprising itself and tonight we’re going to see which superstars will step up to create their own legacies. From heated rivalries to competitive title matches, Uprising is going to have a little bit of everything for anyone as XWL looks to kick off its pay per view schedule with a classic.


Jim Ross
Good evening, ladies and gentleman and welcome to the state that housed one our nation’s own Uprising. Without the Boston Tea Party the United States would have taken a drastically different trajectory historically.

Michael Cole
I wish the first Breakdown took a different path. Instead of being treated to the era of Chris Jericho, we somehow ended up with CM Punk. And tonight Shawn Michaels of all people is wrestling for the belt. Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Jerry Lawler
I’m sure that the fans are torn between who they want to see walk out with the World Championship. On one hand, it’s been years since CM Punk held the championship. On the other hand, people are dying to see Shawn Michaels have a dominant reign.

Jim Ross
Punk had some choice words for Michaels to close Breakdown, basically saying that Michaels was doubting himself, that HBK lost his fire and was no longer The Showstopper.

Michael Cole
It’s 2015, how could anyone expect that old hag to be half as good as he once was. Punk was right, if Michaels isn’t able to pull strings backstage then he’s worthless!

Jerry Lawler
That’s funny to hear you say considering how big of a Seth Rollins fan you are. The only reason he has the Intercontinental Championship is because Stephanie McMahon hand-picked him!

Jim Ross
And not only that, but repeatedly looked the other way as Seth Rollins did everything he could to get out of wrestling Alex Shelley in a proper match.

Michael Cole
Are you kidding me? The stipulations were that Shelley had to beat Rollins and he couldn’t get the job done. That loser has nobody to blame but himself.

Jerry Lawler
Well, we’re going to see how much of a loser he is when he wrestles Rollins in a match where there must be a winner! You heard what Shelley said to you last week: the match will get restarted as many times as necessary until somebody gets pinned or tapped out.

Jim Ross
Shelley won the right to this rematch in a tag team match last week where his partner Kevin Nash also got himself a prize for being on the winning size. Tonight, he’ll take on the newly crowned United States champion Adam Cole.

Michael Cole
What is with these has beens trying to steal the spot light from the younger, more entertaining wrestlers. He tried to pull that with Damien Sandow, and now he’s trying to take the belt from my spirit brother?

Jerry Lawler
Give it a rest, Cole. If Adam Cole is as good as both you and he thinks then he’ll be able to overcome the big bad Kevin Nash to retain his championship.

Jim Ross
The same could be said for MVP. He believes that he’s the greatest thing to XWL and hates the idea of somebody like Mick Foley trying to steal the spotlight from him by reaching for the same prize.

Michael Cole
Can you blame MVP? He worked tirelessly to bring prestige back to professional wrestling and then here comes Foley to throw himself off of stuff like an idiot.

Jerry Lawler
Things between those two men quickly went sour, but even their heated rivalry pales in comparison to the hatred between Eric Young and AJ Styles.

Jim Ross
There is absolutely no love lost between those two men. Styles has tried to end Young’s career on a number of occasions and tonight we’ll see if Young can free himself of this burden once and for all.

Michael Cole
It doesn’t even matter if Bullet Club isn’t around anymore, Styles doesn’t need any extra help putting down the likes of EY. Maybe after the beating he gets tonight, Young will leave XWL and torture somebody else with his singing.

Jerry Lawler
Young is a fighter, he’s shown that time and time again. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s fallen short here and there, but he’ll also tell you that these are different times and that he’s a different man.





Once the clock starts ticking and the people realize who’s moments away from making their entrance, they come alive. The boos are coming in the ferocity of waves in a tsunami pounding the shore and they would love nothing more than to wash MVP out of the building. Hopefully he floats away to a company where they won’t have the displeasure of seeing and hearing him every week.


Jim Ross
These fans clearly haven’t forgotten MVP’s despicable actions on Breakdown and these fans here in Boston definitely have no problem voicing their opinions.

Michael Cole
Despicable? Foley got exactly what was coming to him. Are you and these fools just going to conveniently forget that it was Foley who started those fights?

Jerry Lawler
Foley was defending himself from MVP’s personal attacks and attempts to sabotage his career. No one is denying that it was Foley who made things physical, but MVP didn’t exactly fight fair.


MVP cockily and leisurely saunters out onto the stage with a grin on his face. These fans might as well be bowing down at his feet because the boos are having virtually no effect. MVP’s out here alone, but there’s no doubt that Big Johnny has a close eye on things and will be there to lend a helping hand if need be. For a few moments, MVP stands there on the stage to take this all in. This is his first pay per view match in some time, even taking into account XWL’s hiatus and he’s certainly put himself in position to make this a memorable night.


Jim Ross
Back to your point, King, MVP made this whole thing sound like this was all a part of some master plan, and say what you want about the man, but I’m inclined to believe that some of the things he said were true.

Michael Cole
You doubt MVP is a master manipulator? Look, he said himself that he wanted to leave a piece of Foley for tonight so that he can destroy him on a grander stage. So once all that comes to fruition tonight you’ll see that he’s everything he says it is.

Jerry Lawler
How arrogant do you have to be to play God with someone’s life? Their career?!  I don’t know how Foley will do it, but I hope that he finds a way to dig down deep put MVP in his place.

MVP strolls down the ramp, his walk oozing with swagger, then midway down he pauses, slaps the ramp and follows that up by throwing up his arms while flames shoot up from the stage behind him.

Lillian Garcia
The following contest is an I Quit match! This match is over when either MVP or Mick Foley says the words: I Quit! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida weighing in at 253 pounds: M-V-P!

MVP throws up the 305 sign with his hands, making sure the arena remembers where he’s from. He enters the ring after walking up the steel stairs. Once inside, he bounces off the ropes, does he signature three step then throws him arms up in the air mimicking the motion of shooting a basketball and shouts out “Ballin’!”




And now the crowd has something to cheer about, though how long they’ll have that reason remains to be seen. Foley has made a career of pushing the limits of human endurance, but he’s getting older and what he went through last week was beyond what most humans should be forced to tolerate.

Jim Ross
There’s no question that Mick Foley isn’t 100% tonight, but he’s one of the toughest sumbitches I know and he’s going to fight until he has nothing left in the tank.

Michael Cole
And it’s not like he had a lot left to begin with, and that was before MVP took it upon himself to beat some sense into Foley.

Jerry Lawler
I saw it as MVP trying to tip the scale in his favor because he knew he wouldn’t stand a chance against Foley in this kind of environment otherwise.


Foley walks out onto the stage with his arm raised high into the air. MVP tried to break him, yet here he stands a full man ready to drag MVP down to hell and back again in what will be one of the most vicious battles XWL has seen in quite some time. Foley drops his arm so he can bust out the Bang! Bang! Taunt to the delight of the crowd who is more than pleased to see Foley in relatively good spirits. There’s just something about being in this dangerous matches that puts a smile on his face.

Lillian Garcia
And his opponent, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 287 pounds: Mick Foley!

Foley’s walking down the ramp now, his eyes locked onto MVP who paces back and forth in the ring with that arrogant smirk of his seemingly a permanent fixture of that mug of his. The crowd is chanting Foley’s name repeatedly, solidifying the horse they’re backing in this race, and with all the pain Foley must be in right now, pain he’s trying to mask the scent of so that MVp doesn’t catch of whiff of it, he’s going to need all the support he can get so that when the going really gets rough he can feed off the crowd to help him keep going.


Jim Ross
MVP certainly isn’t sorry for what he’s done to Foley, but I just can’t imagine somebody as full of themselves as he is to actually utter the words I quit.

Michael Cole
And of course you have Mick Foley on the other side of things who’s literally too dumb to know when to quit. How he managed to last this long in this industry baffles me.

Jerry Lawler
Foley is resilient. Just as J.R. said, he’s as tough as they come and if MVP is going to really try to embarrass Foley and to make him quit then he’s going to have to pull out all the stops.


Foley rolls under the bottom rope and gets right into MVP’s face forcing the referee to get between them. In the blink of an eye these two went from never crossing paths to wanting to stain the mat with their adversary’s blood and it’s a scary thought to consider what they’ll put each other to in order to get the win.

It was Foley who wanted this match; he wanted to go all out because he realized that he’s no spring chicken. He doesn’t have months to spare to wear MVP down over the course of an extended rivalry. An I Quit match right out of the gate puts him in a position to eliminate MVP from the picture so that he can go back to doing what he came to do in the first place: capture XWL’s World Heavyweight Championship.

Funnily enough MVP wants the same prize, but in his mind he doesn’t want to win the title in a hard-fought match, but instead to be rewarded with the belt because…well, because he’s MVP! According to him his plan was to make sure that the world saw what major threat he could be to anyone in this business by making an example out of somebody as battle-tested as Foley.

This match can only end when one of these two men says the unthinkable and the road to get there will be brutal. The referee calls for the bell.


Jim Ross
And here we go, folks. This match will not be for the faint of heart.

Michael Cole
Or for any Mick Foley fans for that matter.


Foley charges at MVP, his momentum bringing his foe down to the mat where he unleashes nearly two-months’ worth of pain, misery and frustration with every devastating punch that he aims right at MVP’s face!



The crowd is as fired up as he is as Foley beats on MVP with the ferocity of a lion biting a gazelle into submission. But MVP is no harmless prey, a point that’s proven when he uses his gloved fingers to nearly poke Foley’s eyeballs several inches deeper into their sockets. With a scream Foley rises and staggers on his feet, though his cries of agony can barely be heard over the boos of disdain emanating from the crowd as MVP’s actions disgust them. Meanwhile, MVP is on is feet to ready to deliver a hard right of his own. He misses! Now after ducking under the punch, Foley floors MVP with a hard right. Quickly popping back up to his feet, MVP eats another shot to the jaw for his troubles. This time MVP stays down, prompting the ref to ask if he wants to quit and before MVP can respond, Foley leaps into the air and drops his elbow right on MVP’s face. It looks like he doesn’t want this match to end so soon! The beating of a lifetime that he plans to give MVP has only just begun.


Michael Cole
How can the fans be cheering this? The bell had barely rung before Foley jumped onto MVP like a starving dog on a rotten piece of meat.

Jerry Lawler
I won’t disagree with you there, Cole. There’s definitely something rotten about MVP, and I hope Foley is able to rid XWL of that stench.


At this rate, there won’t be anything left of MVP as Foley seems determined to beat MVP senseless with just his bare hands. He pulls MVP to his feet then shoots him off across the ring into the corner. Foley races in MVP’s  direction and is a couple steps ahead of his foe, grabbing MVP’s outstretched boot before he could run face-first into it, tossing it to the ground then picking back where he left off with a succession of punches delivered with such speed that Foley’s arm is a blur and the only indication that these blows are landing is the sight of MVP’s head snapping back repeatedly as these skull-fracturing, concussion-inducing strikes find their every single time. MVP slumps down into a seated position with his back against the turnbuckles and a smiling Foley raises his arm into the air.



Again the ref gets close to find out if MVP wants to call it quits and once more Foley interjects before MVP can respond, this time with a crushing knee to the face. It’s clear what Foley’s gameplan is. He’s not thinking about tonight’s ramifications, but perhaps if he uglies MVP up enough in this fight the self-professed hottest commodity in XWL will hesitate to show his face around these parts again. Foley backs up, ready to deliver a second knee strike for good measure. MVP has other plans in mind, escaping from the ring quicker than a vegetarian dashing from a slaughterhouse. Foley smiles a bit more at how he has MVP on the run, but he seeks to press the advantage by rolling out of the ring to go after his foe. Foley approaches MVP who springs to life, hoisting MVP into the air then hitting an atomic drop! MVP then charges forward, slamming Foley’s back against the brutally stiff apron, the section of the ring harder than a teenager at an adult bookstore, then MVP hits a series of clotheslines, clubbing Foley’s chest with his forearm, then he grabs Foley so that he can throw him overhead with an exploder suplex!


Jerry Lawler
Aw man, did you see the way Foley bounced off that padding when he hit the ground? Somehow, someway MVP found a way to turn the tides in his favor.

Jim Ross
Oh! And then he kips up to his feet! Leave it to MVP to find a way to showboat in a match as brutal as this.


MVP demands that the ref ask Foley if he wants to quit and in respond to the inquiry Foley shoves the ref away. Agitated, MVP mounts Foley placing himself in position to hit some measured punches to the face, before snatching the mic away from the ref and saying, If you know what’s good for you, you’ll say what you need to say so that I’ll let you live past today. Foley spits in MVP’s face! MVP stands up and wipes the loogie off his face. He looks pissed. As Foley begins to sit up MVP charges and nails a single-leg kick to the face! With a handful of Foley’s hair in his grasp, MVP forces Foley to stand and gets surprised with a jawbreaker! Staggering backward, MVP is vulnerable and Foley takes advantage, by racing forward with an extended arm that knocks MVP to the ground. Foley begins rummaging around under the ring for something that will undoubtedly prove to be dangerous. With the hot crowd chanting Foley’s name, he confirms their suspicions by pulling a familiar face from out under the ring.



Foley stares longingly at his old friend, a twinkle in his eye as thoughts of exactly what he’s going to use that barbed wire bat for crosses his mind. A quick cut to MVP shows his eyes shoot open wide as he realizes he’s about to be in for a world of hurt. Foley swings the bat with all his might, but misses as MVP ducks under and slides into the ring. The bat goes flying out of Foley’s hands, but he’s now racing into the after MVP. Once again, he falls into a trap as MVP stomps on him repeatedly, drawing the ire of the crowd because of these cowardly tactics. MVP then throws out his arms with that cocky smile on that face of his and the boos get louder because the people know what’s about to come next. MVP races over to the ropes, does his signature three step, then screams out “Ballin!” before dropping the elbow right onto the mat! Foley rolled back under the ring to escape harm and after MVP stands up while shaking his right arm, Foley reaches under the bottom rope and pulls MVP back out of the ring! Before MVp can muster up some offense, Foley takes him by the back of the head, then tosses him hard into the barricade.


Jim Ross
MVP needs to understand that he’s not dealing with some star struck rookie who doesn’t know how to defend himself. Foley has been through wars, has pushed his body to the limit countless times and MVP is going to have to pull out all the stops to make a man like that quit.

Michael Cole
Oh please, this isn’t the 90s, Foley may have seemed like superman at one point in his career, but we’re in a different age where men like MVP are around to show hacks like Foley what real wrestling is and he’s even willing to get his hands dirty enough to prove his point!


Foley picks up the barbed wire bat and slams it down hard onto MVP’s back! MVP’s attire can only do so much to absorb some of the damage and it’s easy to tell by his screams of pain that the barbed wire has penetrated his flesh leaving all kinds of nasty cuts. The fans chant “one more time” and Foley obliges, raises the bat over his head again then slams it down onto MVP’s back one more, and then one final time for good measure. Foley sits MVP up then places the bat across MVP’s forehead, letting the barbed wire dig into the sensitive skin on his face and MVP’s screams only get louder and if he wasn’t such a prick and didn’t have this beating coming to him then it’s possible the fans could feel some sort of sympathy for him. But as it stands they’re cheering Foley on and watching the blood tricking down MVP’s face only drives him further into his frenzy as he rakes the bat across MVP’s forehead. The ref comes over with the microphone and asks if MVP wants to quit, which snaps Foley back into reality as he drops the bat and pushes the ref away telling him that this match is far from over. Foley turns around and just barely sidesteps MVP, sending him crashing into the steel stairs!  



Foley pounces, driving his fist into MVP’s face as quickly and with as much force as he can. He then uses his fingers and digs into the cuts in MVP’s forehead trying to turn the trickle of blood into a waterfall, and MVP’s screams only serve to further drive Foley to inflict even more pain and punishment. He wants to make MVP suffer, he wants to shatter MVP’s ego and make him feel as bad as MVP made him feel. MVP tried to end Foley’s career, tried to prevent Foley from accomplishing a dream, tried to stop Foley from earning a paycheck so that he can provide for his family and now Foley is going to fucking destroy him. Satisfied with his attempts at putting a gaping wound on MVP’s head, Foley throws a couple more punches, his hands stained with MVP’s blood. The fans are as excited as they’ve ever been, standing on their feet and chanting Foley’s name at the top of their lungs. Foley can’t help himself, he’s doing this for them as much as he is for himself and he steps away from MVP and busts out the ol’ Bang! Bang! to the delight of the fans. He turns back around and MVP explodes with energy, driving his boot into Foley’s skull and they both collapse to the ground.


Michael Cole
And that’s what happens when you pander to the crowd so much. Everybody thinks having these people cheer for you is so amazing yet look where it left Foley. Now MVP can get himself back into this match and put himself in a position where he can win the whole thing.

Jerry Lawler
I’m less concerned about Foley giving the fans something to cheer about and not wanting the ref to find out if MVP wants to quit or not. He can’t win the match like this, and if MVP wins this beating isn’t going to mean a thing when MVP won’t stop bragging.


Right now neither man has anything to brag about. The concept of pacing themselves flew  out of the window as things started off at the highest gear and now as fatigue and pain begins to set in things are slowing down a bit. The ref checks on both men and neither are ready to throw in the towel just yet. Despite being the one who nearly knocked Foley out with the boot, MVP is still down while Foley begins to stir first, showing just how much has been taken out of MVP at this stage of the match. Foley makes it to his feet, shakes his head to clear his thoughts, while MVP is still on his hands and knees, blooding falling from his forehead like rain forming mini-puddles on the padding outside the ring. Foley pulls MVP up the rest of the way, and eats a right to the face that completely surprises him. Foley quickly recovers though and drives his knee deep into MVP’s gut doubling him over. Foley takes MVP by the hand to send him careening into the steel stairs, but MVP reverses the throws and Foley hits the stairs with such forces that he goes flying over them while dislodging the top half of the stairs from the bottom.

 

Foley’s knees may never be right again after that, while MVP’s right arm has definitely been weakened after the missed elbow and being tossed into the barricade earlier. He’s been through so much that he can’t even manage to capitalize, instead laying there on the floor due to his exhaustion. The crowd, once on their feet because of how excited they were, now stand there worried as they watch Foley roll around in agony. The ref comes to MVP first and he can be heard telling the ref to find out if Foley quits. At first, all Foley can do is express his pain into the microphone before finally being able to get out the word no! That injects some life into the crowd as Foley lets the world know that he isn’t dead yet, which means that there’s no chance he’ll quit! MVP pulls himself up and staggers over to Foley, stomping on the man repeatedly before turning his attention to the ring where he digs around under there and pulls out a kendo stick! Foley is up, but it’s at such a huge cost as MVP viciously cracks Foley over the head with that stick. Foley staggers over to the announce table and MVP bends him over it, then repeatedly brings the kendo stick hard over Foley’s back, the cracking sound no doubt making many of the members in attendance sick to their stomach.


Jerry Lawler
Ah! He’s beating Foley right in front of us! It’s even harder to watch from this close up!

Jim Ross
Forget watching, listen to the way MVP screams out “Quit” every time he hits Foley with that stick. He wants so badly to embarrass Foley tonight.


MVP twirls the kendo stick around in his hand, then yells “Quit” at the top of his lungs at the same time that he whacks Foley on the back with as much force as a man wielding an axe may use to chop down a tree. MVP throws the stick down, that last blow breaking it, then wipes the blood off his forehead with his forearm. Foley is in agony and this time MVP takes the microphone from the ref and says, Playing the hero is only going to send you to the early grave you’ve been managing to avoid by the skin of your teeth. Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. MVP then kneels by Foley and places the microphone by his mouth so that everyone can hear loud and clear when Foley utters those two beautiful words. Kiss my ass, MVP! Well, that certainly wasn’t two words, or anything close to what MVP wanted to hear. In retaliation, MVP drives the microphone into Foley’s face, then walks over to the stairs he threw Foley into earlier. MVP fully dislodges the top half of the stairs, then picks them up. He watches as Foley struggles to stand on his feet, no sympathy in his eyes. Foley turns around and MVP launches the stairs into Foley’s face! There’s a sickening bang then Foley collapses to the ground.



This time MVP doesn’t bother taking the time to see if Foley wants to quit. Foley doesn’t get that luxury this time around. MVP drags the seemingly lifeless body of his opponent over to the where the bottom half of the steel stairs lays in wait. It glimmers sinisterly in the light of the arena as if it knows that it’s nothing more than an object of destruction and relishes in that fact. MVP stands on top of the stairs with Foley set up for the playmaker and he shouts out, You brought this one yourself! Foley spins out of MVP’s clutches, kicks him the gut putting MVP in position for the stump puller piledriver! The crowd comes to life, but the energy quickly gets sucked out of the building as MVP straightens himself up sending Foley overhead and onto the ground with a back body of sorts. Foley crawls over to Barbie and when MVP spots that he scrambles into the ring with Foley in hot pursuit.  


Jim Ross
MVP isn’t looking so tough now that Foley has an equalizer in his hands. I’ve never been in an I Quit match myself but “creating as much distance between yourself and your opponent” doesn’t seem like the most sound strategy.

Michael Cole
Exactly, you’ve never been in a situation like this while MVP has put on more classic matches than I have time to list which means that you shouldn’t dare question or criticize him. Or better yet, do just that but don’t expect me to help you get that egg off your face.


The blood on MVP’s face paints a picture of a man who has been through a lot, and as Foley charges the ring with the barbed wire bat in hand it looks as though the worst is yet to come. MVP ducks under a big swing by Foley, but Foley comes right back by stabbing MVP in the gut with the blunt end of the mat doubling MVP over. Foley holds the bat high over his head and breaks it across MVP’s back as if even the inanimate object were trying to say enough is enough. Foley tugs MVP back to his feet, gets him in the double underhook and plants his head into the mat with his patented DDT! Foley drags MVP over to the corner where he puts MVP in a tree of woe position. The Ref comes over to MVP who’s just hanging there while the blood drips from his head like a cow in the slaughter house. He puts the mic in front of MVP’s face to give MVP a chance to quit, but the ref quickly has to get out of the way as Foley flies into MVP and nails him with the cactus elbow! Foley rolls out of the ring and gives the fans something to cheer about.



Foley holds up the double guns while walking around the ring then uses his hands to rummage around under the apron and the crowd pops as Foley pulls out a table! It seems as though a match is never hardcore until a table gets involved and Foley isn’t going to disappoint. Foley sets up the table only able to stand because of the fire burning inside of him, the desire to destroy MVP tonight. Foley looks at the table for a second then at MVP is lying on the mat inside the ring in considerable pain. Foley goes back under the ring and when he pops back out he has lighter fluid in one hand and an ignitor! The crowd is buzzing as Foley drenches the wood table with the fluid, and sets it on fire! The flames leaping up from the table are a brilliant shade of orange, so bright that Foley has to shield his eyes while walking around the stairs to get to the apron. As soon as he’s there MVP tries to knock him into the burning table with a boot but Foley is able to dodge it.


Michael Cole
What a disappointment. How great would it be if Foley got put through the table he went through all that effort to set up? Talk about his chances of winning this match going up in flames!

Jerry Lawler
No pun intended but that plan certainly did come dangerously close to backfiring but Foley had to wherewithal to avoid getting seriously hurt….more than he already is, of course.


Foley grabs MVP while still on the apron and it looks like he’s going for a suplex! Foley gets MVP high in the air, but MVP is able to shift his weight enough to get back onto his feet. Now it’s MVP who is struggling to lift Foley into the air with a suplex attempt only for Foley to hanf onto the rope with his free hand and once his feet touch the apron, Foley lets go of the ramp and punches MVP in the ribs to soften him up. The plan appears to go off without a hitch because this time MVP doesn’t put up nearly as big of a fight when Foley hoists him into the air…no, he wiggles is way out of Foley’s grasp and lands on the apron. As they flames leap hungrily so close to them, MVP and Foley exchange strikes each one wearing them down and there are instances when the both come dangerously close to losing their balance and falling through the flaming table. Foley looks to be getting the best of MVP as he strings several punches together then MVP low blows him! MVP lifts up Foley for a powerbomb then throws him through the table!

 

The fans fall silent in concern as Foley rolls around screaming on the ground in the debris of the wrecked table. MVP is hanging on to the ropes with one hand and that may be the only thing keeping him upright at the moment. On second thought, his grip weakens and he collapses to the mat outside the ring. Both men are down and the camera zooms out to show the carnage all around the ring from broken weapons to pools of blood. This match may be at the closest point to ending as we will ever see. Up until this point, Foley has not only refused to say I quit, but he has refused to allow MVP to say it as well. But now, as the camera zooms in on his scorched flannel jacket, it looks like that plan cost him big time. MVP begins to stir and he asks the ref for the microphone. While he drags himself over to Foley, his exhaustion is made clear as he takes deep breaths between every other word. How much more…can I kick your ass…before you see that I’m…better than you? Say it, Mick. SAY IT!!! MVP holds the microphone in front of Foley’s face and the arena waits with baited breath to see if this is truly the end.


Jerry Lawler
Come on, Mick…I know there’s a lot of pride on the line, but there’s only so many times you can put your body through something like this.

Jim Ross
He can’t possibly have anything in the tank after what just happened. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, folks, but Mick Foley is only human…and humans shouldn’t be subjected to punishment like this.


I don’t quit! MVP’s eyes fly open wide as though Foley’s words were a punch to the gut. MVP tosses the mic to the side then rolls Foley onto his stomach so that he can lock in his version of the crossface the Irreversible Crisis! The ref is right there with the mic in hand ready to see if this is what pushes Foley pass his threshold of pain tolerance. The screams of pain are hard to listen to as MVP leans back as far as Foley’s spine will allow and then some. It looks all but over now, but still the fans hang onto their hope. Still they believe in Mick Foley. Still they trust in him to somehow escape from this predicament. They chant “please don’t quit” offering the only thing they can: their support, their passion, their love. And that’s when Foley digs down deep for that extra something. Foley reaches up with his free right hand and while MVP continues shouting “quit” Foley manages to sneaks his fingers into MVP’s mouth! It’s the mandible claw! MVP instantly breaks the hold and even as he gets to his feet, Foley keeps those fingers where they are and backs MVP into apron. From there Foley gets his hand out of MVP’s mouth and rolls him into the ring. Foley follows him in and is able to wrap MVP up in the ropes while he’s still stunned from the claw.



Foley uses his gameplan from earlier in the match, wailing on MVP with every ounce of energy and the crowd is loving every bit of it. Exhausted, Foley crumbles to the ground and begins to crawl away. The camera shifts its focus to a close up of the ref as he places the microphone by MVP’s mouth to give him a chance to end his before Foley takes this too far. The wound above his head has reopened and fresh blood is oozing from it, a truly scene. MVP begins to say something and out of nowhere comes Foley and introduces MVP to Mr. Socko! There’s a huge cheer as MVP helplessly tries to struggle while Foley tries to incapacitate him with that filthy sock. Those cheers quickly dissipate and are replaced with boos and Foley turns around and just barely misses getting whacked in the head with a chair by John Laurinaitis! Foley gets Big Johnny with Mr. Socko! Laurinaitis drops the chair as Foley backs him into the ropes and they both take a nasty tumble over the top rope and down to the ground below. Laurinaitis rolls away and Foley is pretty slow to get to his feet. Once he’s up he raises the sock-clad arm into the air, but when he turns around he sees MVP in midair with the plancha!


Jim Ross
My god! You don’t often see MVP do that, but he’s been through hell and at this point all he could do was throw his body into Foley and hope for the best!

Michael Cole
You have to give it up to Big Johnny for being so selfless and helping a friend in need like that. If Foley wasn’t such a loser, maybe someone would have gone out of their way to give him the helping hand he so desperately needs.


The fans are chanting MVP sucks, knowing that the only reason he has control of the match right now is because of Laurinaitis’ timely interference. It’s all legal though and all this Boston crowd can do now is watch as a rubber-legged MVP pulls Foley up to his feet by the hair then rolls him into the ring. MVP gets in and spots a piece of the barbed wire bat in the corner. He rips the barbed wire off and then begins wrapping it around his right boot. Foley has no idea what’s going on right now or ever where he is, and if MVP is planning on doing what these people think he is then this could be the end of the match. Foley pulls himself up to his feet in the corner and MVP charges with the Player’s Boot! Foley dodges it and scrambles to the middle of the ring while MVP tries to get his leg un-draped from the top rope. He elbows an incoming Foley in the face causing Foley to stagger backward then fall to a knee. MVP explodes out of the corner, steps off of Foley’s knee then nails Foley with the Drive By kick while wearing that barbed-wired boot!



The blood begins to pour from Foley’s skull immediately. He lies there in the middle of the ring with his eyes glazed over like that and in his condition it’s not even clear if Foley can speak. MVP has crawled over to the corner where he unwraps the barbed wire from his boot, then tosses it out of the ring. MVP takes the mic from the ref and walks over to Foley saying, I don’t even know if you can hear me Mick, but hopefully that kick knocked some sense into you so that you understand that there’s only one way to make this all end. Do it for yourself. Do it for your fans. Do it for your family. Say that you quit and I’ll let you live another day.  MVP kneels beside Foley and holds the microphone next to his mouth, but Foley doesn’t even look to be conscious. MVP turns to Laurinaitis who’s now on the apron and asks what he’s supposed to do and Laurinaitis shrugs.


Michael Cole
If Foley is going to decide that this is the perfect time to take a little nap then he should just forfeit the match so that everyone can go home happy.

Jerry Lawler
I doubt that even MVP wants things to end that way. The whole point of this was to make Foley say the words, to give MVP the satisfaction he needs.

MVP throws down the mic in frustration, then while still kneeling next to Foley he begins slapping him around not just to wake him up but it’s a show of disrespect too. MVP is trash talking the entire time, telling Foley that he can’t escape this easily when all of a sudden Foley comes back to life re-introducing MVP to Mr. Socko! They get up in unison then Foley throws MVP into Laurinaitis sending Johnny flying off the apron and into the barricade. MVP bounces off the ropes and Foley grabs him from behind to add injury to insult with a back suplex. Foley lays there for a moment, bleeding, battered and bruised but with the fans breaking out into another chant of his name, Foley finds the strength to go on, rolling out of the ring. Once again he’s digging around under the ring. He’s been under there so much he may have to start paying rent, and this time he pulls out a small sack. He rolls into the ring and doesn’t hesitate to reveal the sack’s contents.



The crowd pops as the thumbtacks roll around, the silver a sharp contrast from the white and red of the mat. Foley throws the sack away and uses his foot to spread the tacks around. Foley takes MVP by the leg and starts pulling over to the pile of tacks, but MVP kicks him away with his free foot. MVP scrambles up to his feet and nails Foley with a hard right. Foley fires back with a hard shot to the face of his own causing MVP to stagger backward. The fans boo when MVP steadies himself enough to plant his feet and throw another punch that finds its target. Now the fans cheer when Foley takes what MVP has to offer then dishes out a punch of his own. This is all they can do now, they trade punches in the middle of the ring, too tired to block or evade. Blood is trickling down from both their faces and it’ll be hard to believe that either man saw it coming to this point. This can’t be something you gameplan for. This is what happens in your desperation after all your plans fail.


Jerry Lawler
I don’t know, JR, from the way it looks to me, the first man to fall will have no choice but to quit because he won’t have the strength to get back to his feet.

Jim Ross
Honestly King, I hope the match goes that way because I don’t even want to hazard a guess about what Foley had planned for those thumbtacks.


What Foley plans to do now is knock MVP out with one final punch. He rears back and lets the right hand fly, but it’s telegraphed and MVP ducks under. Foley spins around right in time to get kicked in the gut. MVP tucks Foley’s head between his legs in what could be another powerbomb attempt. MVP drags his thumb across the base of his neck signaling that this will be all she wrote for Foley. MVP then says that Foley should have quit while he could, and if he pulls this off there may be truth to that statement. MVP tries to get Foley into the air for the powerbomb onto the thumbtacks but Foley still has some fight left in that body of his. Foley drops down to a knee and throws up his arm between MVP’s legs for the low blow! Turnabout’s fair play and the crowd cheers as MVP crumbles to the mat. The ref goes to ask if MVP quits and he just might, but Foley pushes the official out of the way and pulls MVP up to his feet. Now it’s Foley who has MVP’s head tucked between his legs and MVP can be heard screaming something.



The ref gets  the microphone by MVP’s head so that his voice can be heard clearly… “I quit! I quit! I quit!” He said it! Mick Foley wins! The crowd cheers as the bell rings, but Foley still tugs on MVP’s waistband and hits the piledriver onto the thumbtacks!


Jim Ross
I…I thought the match would never end! These two men were relentless, they were merciless and they left it all in the ring.

Michael Cole
So are you not going to say anything about Foley attacking MVP after the bell? That is the single-most cheap thing I’ve seen in my career!

Jerry Lawler
It’s no different to MVP attacking Foley twice on Breakdown last week for no other reason than he felt like it.


















Foley just sits there while his theme plays, watching as medical officials who were no doubt standing by rush down to ringside to tend to MVP.



And somehow Foley is smiling about this whole thing. After MVP is stretchered out of the arena with a brace around his neck, Foley rolls out of the ring thumbtacks lining the seat of his pants. He’s limping as he walks up the ramp, and has to wipe strands of bloody hair out of the way so that he can see, but he’s in a lot better condition that MVP is. The crowd applauds, grateful of everything Foley put himself through tonight for their sake and for the chance the rid XWL of MVP.

He’s sore now and it’ll only get worse in the morning, but Foley must feel like it’s all worth it. Not only did he defeat a major thorn in his side, but he also proved that he still had it; he proved that he’s still good enough to one day fight for a championship in this company. If MVP was his biggest obstacle, then that day should come sooner rather than later.

Foley turns to face the arena once he gets to the stage and he smiles once again while raising his arm to commemorate his hard-fought victory. This is the wreckage of a job well done, and the fans will no doubt be eagerly waiting to hear where Foley will go from here…but tonight he rests and reflects and readies himself for the next fight waiting around the corner.

*As we come back from commercial the camera focuses on the announce table*

Michael Cole: Welcome back folks to XWL Uprising.

Jerry Lawler: Man what a night it has been, that match between Mick Foley and MVP was legendary!

Michael Cole: Indeed it was king, and now we move on to Randy Orton Vs Solomon Crowe!

Jerry Lawler: Here comes Orton now!





Jerry Lawler: He looks ready.

Michael Cole: Yes, yes he does.



Michael Cole: Now we wait for his opponent Sol--

*All the lights go out except the titantron which is now being zoomed in on by the camera*

Jerry Lawler: What's happening Cole.

Michael Cole: Calm down we don't need you getting excited, remember what happened last time...

*A video begins to start*



Jerry Lawler: I'm Speechless Cole, what did we just watch?

Michael Cole: I don't know King it looks like Crowe is showing Orton he is not the only one who can play mind games.

*The lights suddenly come on to reveal a man standing behind Orton*

Michael Cole: It's Solomon Crowe!

Jerry Lawler: Quick turn around Randy!!



*The bell rings as Crowe starts unloading on Orton with forearms left and right and gets him to the ground. He violently starts kicking him in to submission. Crowe then looks to the crowd with a sadistic look on his face. He raises is hand up to form a gun.*



Michael Cole: Man I've never seen Orton handled like this before. It's unreal!

*Crowe quickly picks Orton up and Sets him up for his finishing move*



Jerry Lawler: This doesn't look good for Orton!



Michael Cole:Oh no, Headlock driver! Randy Orton is not getting up from that!

*Solomon Crowe slides in to the pin as the referee counts*

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                             2...

                             3...

*The lights go out as the ref counts 3 and Solomon Crowe's music hits*



Jerry Lawler: I can not believe what we just witnessed.

Michael Cole: Someone get the medics out here Orton is hurt!

*XWL cuts to commercial*

Uprising moves on from the ringside area to the backstage area. We come to find none other than Josh Matthews, with a mic in his hand.



It's been a while since we've seen ol' Josh. Last time he was here, he was madly in love with Madison Rayne, who was madly in love with him. Using him on many occasions. One has to think that the reason Josh is so serious tonight is because he is lonely because Josh refuses to crack a smile.

[Josh Matthews]
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Kevin Nash.

In comes Big Sexy,hair slicked back and pulled into a ponytail, him dressed in his ring gear. He seems serious as well, Josh turning to him and starting the interview.

[Josh Matthews]
It's good to see you Kevin, it's been quite a while. May I say it's great o have you back, and also competing on the first ever pay per view since the revamp of XWL. Can I ask what this means to you?

Josh holds the mic out to Kevin, who speaks into it.

[Kevin Nash]
Honestly Josh, it does mean a lot to me. I might be all about the money most of the time, but I do love this business. The fact I get to go out there and kick some ass tonight in front of all these people, while earning double what I usually make, is pretty darn sweet.

[Josh Matthews]
Well, with that being said, over the past month you were going head to head with Damien Sandow. Many people are thinking you left that a little high and dry, that you still had something to prove. Can I ask your opinion on that?

[Kevin Nash]
See what most people don't understand is that being a man, means knowing when to do what's best for you family. Just because some jackass insults them doesn't mean I need to go after them until they can't move. No, helping my family, means winning some gold. That means more money, and a better life for them. I proved everything I needed to last week on Breakdown against Sandow and Rollins when me and Shelley beat them and earned our shots at the titles tonight. Hell, if there was a tag division, we'd be in line for even more gold tonight.

[Josh Matthews]
Speaking of the gold Nash, what are your thoughts on your match tonight against Adam Cole?

[Kevin Nash]
See me and Cole have already met in the ring before. A couple of weeks ago, I turned him inside out with a jackknife. Don't get me wrong, the kid is good, but history tends to repeat itself. Something tells me I'm walking out of here with the gold across my waist, whether Cole likes it or not. The fact that he has such a bad attitude make me kicking his ass, just that much more enjoyable.

From somewhere off camera, a clapping sound can be heard.

Adam Cole is shown smirking away and getting closer while still clapping with energy.

After adjusting the U.S. championship on his shoulder lying on top of his custom made suit

He stands right next to Josh Matthews with both his arms folded squinting pretending he was halfway listening

][Adam Cole][
I've got to hand it to you Kev, You're trying the best you can to make yourself relevant again. Unfortunately for you, Tonight you're not in the ring with the same Adam Cole you came across a few weeks ago. Your best just isn't good enough, You're going head to head with the newly crowned United.. States. Champion. You see..the first night I walked into XWL I put my sights clear in motion. What I was going after was the gold.. and now that I have it. It's not going anywhere, Just like you won't be. When I kick whatever you have left in those legs enough times that'll make them inoperable.

Eyeing down Josh Matthews before losing the almost seemingly permanent smirk on his face

][Adam Cole][
It does say you're the challenger for MY title, *Switching his tone to a more serious less cocky level* My winning ways have only just begun. Now I know you're not willing to accept what I'm saying because you're the almighty Kevin Nash. Believe me when I say it does, If it takes a few shots to the head for you to come to your senses so be it. I will do anything... and EVERYTHING to keep this title away from guys like you.

Adam Cole grips onto the hand of Josh Matthews that's holding the mic and pulls it towards him

Standing face to face with Kevin Nash and looking up his singlet then right into his eyes not even impressed for a singular second.

][Adam Cole][
I'm raising this title above my head at the end of our match. It's going to happen on my go, You can sit there and lay back with your shoulders to the mat. Look high above yourself, I am above you Kev. I am staying the U.S. champion for myself and I am staying the U.S. champion for XWL.. *Saying these words slowly and shaking his head No* Nobody wants to see you around anymore. If you're not careful enough, I'm going to put you out of your misery. This is something you won't be able to walk away from. They aren't just words, It's your impending fate.
*Slapping his title belt before cracking another smirk and Kevin Nash staring back at him with hateful intentions and apathy* See you out there champ, Oh wait.. that's me.

Adam Cole walking past Nash and Matthews away from the backstage area with his laughter sounding off into the distance



XWL returns to ringside where the fans are hyped up for what's to come during the PPV

A video package following into the next match starts to play on the titantron



Showing Kevin Nash with his recent actions against Damien Sandow and many others who've gotten in his way, Lying waste in his destructive path

The video takes a down spiral into a dark golden effect

Adam Cole making his long awaited debut after continuous promo's only to lose for weeks on end

Adam Cole taking a Gun Stun from Karl Anderson, Leading up to falling victim towards Kevin Nash's vicious Jackknife Powerbomb

The disrespect and tension only grows between the two with Adam Cole telling him "I'm better than you, You better start getting used to hearing those words more often"

Kevin Nash wants to teach the "kid" a lesson that only he can by shutting him up.

The video comes to an abrupt end

Lillian Garcia: The following match is for the United States Championship!


Her voice echoes throughout the arena and the crowd sits in silence for a few moments





Kevin Nash makes his way down the ramp with a scowl upon his face
Each footstep he takes captures the size advantage he has over almost every superstar in the locker room

He then reaches towards the 2nd rope and pulls himself up onto the apron before stretching his long massive figure over the top rope without his facial expression changing

The theme fades out and Kevin Nash is seen in the corner with his arms hanging over the turnbuckle pads lackadaisical

The crowd erupts in anticipation for this match as Adam Cole's NEW theme blares through the P.A. system at top notch volume




He emerges from the curtains and walks out onto the stage as the music kicks up speed with the title kept secure around his waistline

His head kept down with his hair and droplets of water falling down symmetrically to his face with the tip of his fingertips brushed against his jawline.

He immediately tilts his head back and does his signature 3 finger pose, Bellowing out with "Adam Cole BAYBAY" that the audio can pick up greatly.

Now placing his boots on the steel steps and going up them one by one with the steel post in hand at the same time only to walk towards the middle of the apron not even acknowledging Nash a few feet away from him. Turning his back and letting the chants be heard before sweeping his feet mocking where Nash once was as dust. Un-clipping the title belt and in a flash hoisted above his head with a smirk that'll stun a thousand women.

He puts his head underneath the 2nd rope and cautiously brings his legs in now taking his attention to the challenger in Kevin Nash.

Talking to the referee and telling him to keep Nash at bay so he gets a clean entry. *Taking the title straps and folding it gently before handing it to the official*

Lilian Garcia takes her spot in the middle of the ring and holds the mic well in place ready to give the proper introductions

Introducing first in the corner to my left, He is the challenger.

Weighing in at three hundred and seventeen pounds

From...  Detroit, Michigan

"BIGGG SEXYYYY, KEVINNNNNNNNNNNNN NASHHHHHH"

Nash puts his fist up into the air and embracing the crowd who does not even flinch for him


Now in the corner to my right, He is the current United States Champion

Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds

From.. Panama City, Florida

"The Panama City Pla-

Adam Cole walks up and puts his hand over the mic causing a thump like noise

Off mic he tells her to re introduce him and she looks puzzled

He whispers in her ear with his hands cuffed and she nods and says with her lips "Okay."

From.. Panama City, Florida *A slight hiccup in her voice*

"The Zodiac."

"ADAMMMMMMM COLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Lilian makes her way under the bottom rope to the times keeper area

The referee shows off the title belt to both superstars and signals for the bell to be rung.



After a grueling match between these two it comes down to who wants it the most

The referee hits the canvas with all his might and


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2.............

3.........


Lilian Garcia: Here is your winner,    AND STILLLLLLL THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION! ADAM COLEEEEEEEEEEEE



Adam scurries out of the ring instantly to regain his composure after falling to a knee. He motions his hands for the referee to go retrieve his belt, The referee puts the belt in one hand of the champion and raises the other. Adam Cole looks on peering into the ring where Nash is still laid out and the two are both beaten into the red






The audience is in sheer awe yet still surprised that this isn't the Main Event and there is still more to come

[Jerry Lawler]
Ladies and gentlemen, up next, one of the longest feuds in XWL comes to a head. Let's take a look at how this confrontation came about.

With that, the camera moves to another place.

It shows Eric Young, coming off of his match, many months ago. Then the masked biker, taking him out. It flashes through what happened next, Stephanie revealing herself as the person who planned the attack, and AJ revealing himself as the attacker. Then, the matches to come.

AJ Styles vs Eric Young ended in a no contest, both men getting counted out. Then as Eric was back on the attack, AJ took off, leaving the arena. Then the two were set in a chamber for the world title, neither one coming out the victor. Then, AJ put Eric into a coma, with the help of Prince Devitt and Karl Anderson.

Now to when Eric returned, saving Alex Shelley, another friend of his, and attacking AJ, giving him what for. Then back to the ring.


[Lilian Garcia]
Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a two out of three falls, falls count anywhere!



[Jim Ross]
It's time ladies and gentlemen, for what I think might just be, match of the night.

[Jerry Lawler]
You're right, the fun loving Eric Young against the very vicious AJ Styles. This feud has been going on for some time now.

[Michael Cole]
But is there any question who is going to win King? AJ has this.

[Jerry Lawler]
How did you even get this job? You know nothing about wrestling.

As the drum beat begins, the lights begin to flash with them, changing colors every time it does. The crowd comes to life, erupting for the sound of Eric's music. From behind the curtain, moonwalking out to the top of the ramp, is none other than Eric Young. He cuts a spin, turning to face the ring, then taunts, smiling widely. His attire, similar to something his once good friend Bayley would wear. Very colorful, and very fun. Young takes off down the ramp, seeming ready for war, smiling the entire way. Young high fives a couple of the fans, and locks up with some kids, but swiftly makes his way to the ring, sliding it. He takes off, darting at the far turnbuckle, jumping onto it and throwing his arms up as the crowd erupts. Just as soon as he finishes that, the lights go out on him.

[Jerry Lawler]
And just like that, the mood turns a 180.

[Michael Cole]
Shush King, I want to see this!








The theme song begins, bringing on a chorus of boos from the crowd. The arena stays dim for a couple of moments, then a spotlight falls on the stage, illuminating a dark figure, that one would guess is AJ Styles. He has his head bowed, and a hood covering his head. But unlike usual, it's a while jacket, not dark and gloomy. The theme song cuts as AJ crouches down, still in the spotlight. He reaches up and grabs his hood, holding it tightly.







"GET READY TO FLY!"



As soon as the lyrics hit, AJ jumps up, throwing his hood back, revealing his face. He looks around, getting a rather half and half response now. Styles nods then begins his walk down the ramp, the arena becoming illuminated now. He ignores the hands reaching for him, eyes focused on Eric. He stands outside of the ring, reaching up and slowly removing his jacket. He then nods and darts, sliding under the ropes, jumping to his feet and taking off at Eric, meeting him head on, trading blows.

[Jim Ross]
And it's off!

[Jerry Lawler]
These guys finally get to get their hands on each other and they aren't wasting any time!

The bell rings, the ref not bothering making them move to their corners, knowing all too well that they wouldn't stop for anything besides the pin fall. The two men, who have been through hell and back on more than one occasion brawl, AJ backing Eric to the corner. AJ unloads on EY, then throws a hook at Young's head. Eric ducks it, slipping to the side and putting AJ in the corner. Now Eric unloads on AJ, beating him into the corner. Then, AJ reverses, taking the offense. He kicks Eric in the gut, beating him down into the corner. Kicking him in the gut, sitting him in the corner.

[Jerry Lawler]
AJ looking for something big here!

AJ backs up across the ring, makes the Bullet Club taunt, then takes off. Young jumps up, catching AJ with one hell of a clothesline. The impact plants Styles to the mat, Eric now on the attack, stomping on Styles viciously. Styles sits up, Eric catching him in a headlock. Styles immediately stands up, pulling the arm off and slipping out behind Eric. Styles locks Eric's arm up behind his back, Eric throws an elbow, which Styles ducks. Styles then wraps his arms around Eric' middle, pushing him forward into the ropes. Styles rolls back, but Eric holds on.

[Jim Ross]
AJ was going for a roll-up there.

[Michael Cole]
Smart move by EY, holding on there.

Styles rolls all the way back to his feet, taking off at Eric. Eric drops his shoulder, lifting AJ over the top. Styles however lands on the apron, turning to Eric. Young swings, but AJ ducks, jumping up and kicking Eric right in the jaw. Young staggers backward. AJ crouches down then leaps up, placing his feet on the ropes. As soon as he does, Eric takes off, shoving AJ off the ropes, out of the ring, dishing him out in front of the announce tables. Styles lands on his stomach, doubled up in pain. Young stands in the ring, staring at Styles, waiting patiently for AJ to crawl back to his feet. AJ seems to be taking forever doing so, but Eric stays, waiting.

[Jerry Lawler]
Eric is stalking AJ here, looking for something big.

[Michael Cole]
AJ is taking his time though.

[Jerry Lawler]
Eric needs to react quick before AJ has time to recover!

AJ crawls, using the announce table to help him up. Eric takes off to the ropes opposite side of the ring. He comes back, fliping over the top rope. AJ sees it coming, jumping out of the way, causing Eric's leg to come down onto the announcer's table. The collision echoes, the sound of Eric's leg hitting the table sounding very scary. AJ though, is right on the attack, stomping on the leg of Eric who is crying out in pain. Styles drags Eric to his feet, running him right into the steps. Eric bounces off of them, laid out near the steps.

[Jim Ross]
Eric seemed to have hurt his leg there folks!

[Michael Cole]
AJ is going to start going after it. He's smart.

Styles climbs the stairs quick, leaping off and stomping on Eric's injured leg. Young screams out in pain, AJ loving this. The ref ever so close, AJ picks Eric up, tossing him into the barricade. Young flips over it, landing on the opposite side. AJ then takes his moment to taunt the crowd, feeling no threat anymore. Styles jumps over the barricade, following Eric who is crawling through the crowd, trying to get to his feet. Eric turns around, crawling to his foot, being careful of the injured one. AJ punches him, causing Young to stumble backwards.

[Jerry Lawler]
And they're off through the crowd! The ref right behind them!

[Michael Cole]
You know the rules! Falls count anywhere!

AJ continues to beat Eric up the stairs, into the area where the doors lead out to the lobby of the arena. AJ slams Eric's head off th door, causing Eric to fall to the ground. AJ opens up the door, grabbing Eric and placing his head in between the doors. AJ backs up, laughing to himself, intent on ending Eric's career here. Styles takes off, and kicks the door shut! Eric's head, not in the way. Styles grabs his foot, Eric catching him from behind, rolling him up with a school boy. Eric's feet jump up, using the wall for support. The ref drops down and counts.

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3!

[Michael Cole]
Eric just stole a win! He used the door!

[Jerry Lawler]
There's no rules in this match, Cole! He did what he was allowed to do! Good job Eric!

Eric steals the first win, jumping out of it, and throwing his hands up. However, he sees AJ, jumping to his feet, mad as hell. Eric ducks a quick punch, throwing AJ full force into the door, causing it to come open. Eric drags AJ up, moving him through the door with punches. Once through the door, the lobby of the complex is seen. Stands for clothing and food all around. Eric sees his chance, taking AJ and sending him into one of the stands. Merchandise goes everywhere as Young begins to beat AJ, right in the middle of his own t-shirts.

[Jim Ross]
That's just insult to injury, beating him up in his own t-shirts.

AJ kicks Young right in the nads. Young collapses, falling to the side holding onto his junk. AJ climbs to his feet, ready to go again, taking the advantage, working Young's leg. He drags Eric out past the merchandise, into the middle of the foyer. He begins to beat on Eric, with merciless intent. He stomps on the leg, beating the crap out of it, trying his best to make Eric quit fighting. AJ then turns away, finding himself a chair behind the counter of a food stand, folding it up and taking off to EY, who has crawled to his feet. Young jumps up, dropkicking the chair right into AJ's face, which also hurts Eric's leg.

[Jim Ross]
Smart move by Eric, drop kicking that chair.

[Michael Cole]
But that hurt his leg too. That was stupid.

[Jerry Lawler]
But it hit AJ, right in the face. Smart move, which makes you stupid.

Eric rolls around for a moment, trying to regain feeling in his leg. He crawls, moving to his feet, hobbling his way to the front door for support. The entire front of the arena appears to be made of glass, big pretty windows and pretty glass doors. Eric props himself up against the window, then turns around, finding AJ darting at him. Young rolls out of the way, causing Styles to crash through the glass window, to the outside of the arena. The crowd can be chanting "Hoyl shit!" inside of the arena, but EY has not time to gloat, laid on the floor. He crawls through the broken glass, it being obvious that his leg is really bothering him at this moment. He find AJ among the glass and wreckage. He covers, drapping his arm across AJ's chest. The ref cautiously drops down, going for the count.

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KICK OUT!

[Jim Ross]
BY GOD, HE KICKED OUT!

[Jerry Lawler]
Through the glass and still AJ is fighting here. How does he have anything left?

[Michael Cole]
AJ is vicious. That won't put him down. Come on now AJ!

How in the hell did AJ kick out of that? EY seems to be thinking the same thing, crawling to his knees, running a hand over his head. He then grabs AJ, draging him up to his feet as well, EY cautious of his leg. As soon as AJ makes it to his feet, as if on instinct, jumps up, catching EY with a roundhouse kick to the head, causing EY to stagger back. Now we've made it to the parking lot, and something specific, the production van. It sits out, very obvious in the complex, tables set up outside of it containing food for the workers in the van. EY stumbles back quite a bit thanks to his leg, and finds himself in front of a table. AJ takes off, seeming to want to clotheslines EY onto it, but EY ducks the arm, catching AJ with a huge elbow when he turns around.

[Jim Ross]
Things aren't looking good for AJ here.

Styles falls back onto the table, appearing down for the count, but EY, sees his chance to put this to rest, once and for all. He looks up to the production truck, and hobbles to it, climbing up the side of it, careful of his leg, and onto the roof of it. He finds his footing, standing mostly on one leg, looking down at AJ on the table below him. He looks up, as if asking to make this, then pats his elbow. He leaps, bringing his elbow down, off the top of the production truck right onto AJ Styles, sending the both of them through the table. As the table breaks, AJ's shoulders make it to the floor, Young on top of him as the ref counts.

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[Jim Ross]
Through the table! What a Slobber Knocker this match was!

[Jerry Lawler]
I knew it! I knew it from the begnning that Eric had more heart than AJ did!

[Michael Cole]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I might not like Eric, but that was one for the books there.

[Jerry Lawler]
This crowd has come unglued, and these men are both down for the count. Bravo!

The crowd can be heard, going nuts inside of the complex, Young not moving, nor Styles. The duo, having given this match their all, pulling off some very hard things. Refs and medics alike make their way out to the parking lot area, trying to make one of the two move, but to no avail. The camera moves to a hype for the main event of the evening, leaving AJ and EY with the med team.[/color][/b]

After what has already been an amazing event, Uprising is still far from over. We are taken backstage where a hooded man is shadow boxing in front of some lockers. Josh Mathews manages to creep his way into the room and gently taps the man on the shoulder. The man turns around and is revealed to be the returning Tyson Kidd! With the fans giving him a decent reaction, Kidd takes off his hood and smirks, Josh asking him for a moment of his time.

Josh Mathews
First off, Tyson, I just want to welcome you back to-

Kidd raises his hand, shushing Josh and forcefully shoving him out of the frame, telling the camera man to focus on him.



Kidd
Listen, I didn't return here tonight just to be asked some stupid questions like, "Tyson, where were you!?" or "Tyson, how does it feel to be back!?" Short story, my cats were sick! And like the good owner I am, I was at home comforting them in their time of need! They're okay now just in case you all were wondering . . . Now, how does it feel to be back!? Ha ha, it feels great! I'm better than ever, and I'm here tonight to compete! That's right everybody, tonight I've got a match, forget Punk vs. Shawn, Tyson Kidd is going to steal the show! As for my opponent, Justin Gabriel- (at the mention of Justin's name, the crowd erupts, as he hasn't been seen or heard from in quite some time) No, NO, I said JUSTIN GABRIEL, not TYSON KIDD, relax! As I was saying, tonight, I go one on one with a former buddy of mine, and don't get me wrong, we're still pals . . . But, at the end of the day, I came back to be the star I was born to be. I'm not going to let a mediocre friendship get in the way of that. And that my loving subjects, is a FACT. Now scram, I've got work to do!

Kidd shoves the camera man out the door, followed by Mathews.

King
Well, okay then . . . Kidd seems completely normal! Did he say he was at home taking care of his . . . Cats!?

Michael Cole
Ha ha, I believe he did King. Nonetheless, we just got word from backstage that Kidd wasn't lying! Justin Gabriel will be returning to in ring action tonight, against Tyson Kidd!!!

King
We haven't seen either of these two in months, I'm looking forward to this match for sure!



As Justin is celebrating his win, the crowd cheering him on, Tyson rolls underneath the bottom rope, both of his hands covering his face. He begins to shake his head, breathing heavily. In a snap second, he slides back into the ring, ripping Gabriel down from the middle rope that he's standing on. He shouts something inaudible at Justin, then smacks him across the face. The assault doesn't stop there though, as Kidd hits a nasty knee to the midsection of Gabriel then sends him barreling through the middle rope down to the outside of the ring. Tyson follows close behind, stomping his way over to the time keeper's booth, snatching a steel chair from underneath Justin Roberts. Kidd has an insane look in his eyes as he slams the cold steel of the chair down onto the lower spine of Gabriel! Over, and over, and over, AND OVER, again . . . This goes on for a good ten seconds before Kidd tosses the chair at the ring post, clearly exhausted. He grabs the lifeless body of his victim by the hair on his head and shoves him back into the ring. Kidd has a pleased look on his face as he throws Justin over his shoulders. Fireman's Carry Overhead Kick!!! The foot of Tyson connects with Gabriel's temple, sealing his fate. If he wasn't knocked out before, he is now, referees rushing down the ramp as Kidd demands a mic from ringside. Whilst panting, Tyson raises the mic to speak . . .

Kidd
Congrats, Justin . . . You'll NEVER, wrestle here again! . . . FACT.

Kidd chucks the mic to the mat and exits the ring, backing up the ramp while the handful of referees check on the well being of Justin, who hasn't moved since Kidd halted his attack. A video package showing everything that's happened between Alex Shelley and Seth Rollins begins to play as Tyson stands proud of himself at the top of the stage . . .

 
Once the Paparazzi Productions logo fades, we see Alex Shelley standing in front of the camera.
 
Alex Shelley
All right guys, it’s the one and only Alex Shelley here in the flesh with JB behind the camera and we thought it would be a great idea to bring back an old friend so that the world can see how these contract signings go behind the scenes.
 
Jeremy Borash
Is it really a great idea though, Alex?
 
Alex Shelley
Of course it is, I thought of it, it’s flawless. What’s the problem, you chickening out already?
 
Jeremy Borash
No, it’s just that…well, Stephanie may not be happy to  see me with a camera and I’d hate to get fired.
 
Alex Shelley
Don’t be silly, the worst thing that could happen is that we catch Stephanie and Seth in the act and expose their relationship for what it is once and for all.
 
Jeremy Borash
You don’t really think…
 
Alex Shelley
Who knows what’s real and what’s fake and what secrets are lurking in the deepest crevices of this company. If nothing else Triple  H will thank us, I’m sure you’ve heard about the marital troubles.
 
Jeremy Borash
I haven’t heard anything of the sort. What’s going on?
 
Alex Shelley
Oh you know how it is; Triple H can’t bring himself to show up because of the painful thought of seeing the younger man giving him a little competition.
 
Jeremy Borash
Well that’s terrible. Will he ever come back?
 
Alex Shelley
No one knows, JB, this may be what leads him to call it quits. But if we can get that video evidence, maybe we can give him some peace of mind.
 
Jeremy Borash
Well we should get a move on and hope we can catch those filthy adulterers in the act!
 
Alex Shelley
That’s the spirit! Let’s go.
 
Shelley turns around and makes his way down a series of hallways with Borash close behind him. They get to a door with Stephanie McMahon’s name on it and Shelley kicks it open and screams “AHA!” JB quickly charges into the room with a camera and it’s empty! Shelley turns to stare at the camera and the confusion is written all over his face.  
 
Alex Shelley
It’s a trap!
 
JB turns to leave but Stephanie appears in the doorway.
 
Stephanie McMahon
What the hell are you two doing in here?
 
Jeremy Borash
We were trying to catch you and Seth…
 
Alex Shelley
…messing around…with the contract before I got here.
 
Jeremy Borash
Wait wha—
 
Alex Shelley
But it looks like everything checks out since he couldn’t even be bothered showing up here.
 
Stephanie gives Shelley a dirty look, before holding up a folder.
 
Stephanie McMahon
If you must know, I just collected the final draft of the contract. If you and your buddy want to go over it, you’re more than free to.
 
Alex Shelley
Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t read anything that’s not printed in comic sans.
 
Stephanie shakes her head and begins walking over to her desk.
 
Alex Shelley
Besides, it’s pretty straight forward isn’t it? This match can’t end until one of us either gets pinned or taps out. No count outs
 
Stephanie McMahon
I just hope that when you are pinned or when you do tap out, that’s the last time you go over my head like this again.
 
Alex Shelley
If it makes you feel better the only reason why the board of directors with ahead with this match is because I was right and you were wrong.
 
Stephanie clenches her jaw, now sitting behind her desk. She opens up the folder and glances at the piece of paper inside then places it on the desk near Shelley.
 
Stephanie McMahon
Just sign the contract and get the hell out of my office.
 
Shelley’s eyes scan the document quickly then smirks.
 
Alex Shelley
Well I’d love to, but we have a problem here.
 
Stephanie McMahon
What could possibly be wrong here, Alex? Don’t play games with me. This is exactly you asked for.
 
Alex Shelley
Easy there, that anger can’t be good for the skin. When you really sit and think about it, I’ve done you a favor. Millions are tuning in to watch me kick Seth’s ass and make you look like a fool for investing so much in him.
 
Stephanie McMahon
What…is the problem…with the contract?!
 
Alex Shelley
Oh right that, well you see it’s just something minor. It says here that Seth is the Intercontinental Champion.
 
Before Stephanie can respond, the door is heard opening and JB pans around to see It's Seth Rollins. Seth has the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder
 
Seth Rollins
It says that...Because I am the Intercontinental Champion. The Board of Directors might not recognize that but..they aren't here right now...Stephanie is here, Stephanie is in charge and she knows I am the true Intercontinental Champion. All I care about is that this contract says its your last chance...Because when I beat you..You'll never get a shot at my championship again.
 
Stephanie McMahon
Don't worry Seth, I made sure that this contract is legally binding in every way possible, meaning after you beat Alex, there isn't a person in this company that can give him another shot at your championship.
 
Alex Shelley
You’re right because Seth here has done such a fantastic job of beating me before, right? The way I see it, it’s Seth who’s going have to prove that he can beat me, not the other way around. I’m not the one hiding under your dress and I’m sure as hell not the one who’s been taking the easy way out every chance I get. But it’s all cool, because now that I know what your game is, I’m going to beat you at it because you’re not pulling anything that I haven’t already seen before.
 
Seth Rollins
I don't need to beat you, I've got nothing to prove by beating somebody like you. I'm the champion and you're the one who NEEDS to win, you're the one who NEEDS this championship to try salvage what is left of your career because when you fail to beat me yet again at Uprising...Your career will be in ruins, they'll be nothing left....But then again, It's not like you've ever had much to begin with.
 
Stephanie McMahon
Before this is official, both of you need to sign this contract. It clearly states that there must be a winner, which means Alex...There is no more excuses for you, and as I said it also states that should Seth Make you tap out or pin you...Then it will be the last shot you get while Seth is champion. I know you want this Alex...So enough of these excuses, enough of your jokes...Just sign the contract.
 
Alex Shelley
So just throw my ol’ John Hancock on this bad boy, right? No problemo.
 
JB zooms in on Shelley’s hand as he first scratches out the part of the document that names Rollins the Intercontinental Champion and then signs his name and finally initials making things official at least on his half. With a smirk Shelley places the pen on the table, admires his signature for a second, then quickly picks up the pen and writes “Future Intercontinental Champion of the World” under his signature. Now when he puts down the pen again he looks satisfied…at least for a couple of seconds. He reaches for the pen, but Rollins lunges for it before Shelley can take it and Shelley shrugs before backing up from the table.
 
Alex Shelley
Oh I see, so I guess everything in this office belong to you, huh?
 
Shelley quickly glances over at Stephanie.
 
Alex Shelley
If you want the pen so badly, you can have it…I guess it’ll make for good compensation after you “lose” the title tonight. I could sign it if you want, but then you may be inclined to sell it to make a quick buck after Steph here throws you out on your ass for failing to live up to her expectations. It’s gonna be hard times for you when tonight proves that, if nothing else, you are not a better wrestler than I am. The only thing you have going for you is that Stephanie is putting the machine behind you, trying to make you too big to fail, but I won’t have any issue cutting you down to size.
 
Seth Rollins
I am sick and tired of your jokes. If all you want to do is make terrible jokes then this business isn't for you. I am here to compete, I am here for success. Uprising is the end of all this for you, You're going to the back of the line, where you belong. See, this contract states there MUST be a winner...Which means, until I'm finished with you there's not a thing anybody can do. And after I'm finished with you...It's going to pretty difficult for you to make your jokes with your jaw wired shut.
 
Seth then picks up the contract, and signs along the dotted line, in anger. Almost ripping the paper. He throws the contract down on the table, then throws the pen at JB! That obviously doesn't sit well with Shelley but before he can do anything, Stephanie intervenes.
 
Stephanie McMahon
ENOUGH! Don't you think about laying as much as one finger on him Alex. Now it's official, you can settle this in the ring. It's been made clear that there MUST be a winner, the referee has been instructed to let anything go, we are going to settle this..so Alex can finally accept that he isn't quite on the level of Seth Rollins.
 
Shelley smirks, and Stephanie is correct: the contract is signed now, so the only thing left for these two men to settle their issues inside of the ring once and for all. Shelley offers out a hand to shake and Rollins only looks at it for a second before turning and walking out of the room. Shelley stares at his palms, then shrugs before exiting the room himself before the footage cuts off.

As Uprising returns from a promo the cameras go back to Stephanie McMahon office as she's on the phone.



Stephanie McMahon

On the phone: Yes, The contract has been officially signed.

As Stephanie is still talking on the phone Randy Orton Appears, and asks if he can sit down.



Stephanie McMahon

What a pleasant surprise to see you Randy.



Randy Orton

Pleasant? Let me ask you a question. Why? Why did you allow Solomon Crowe to attack me? huh?

Stephanie McMahon

Randy, I don't know what you're talking about you were supposed to have a match as scheduled, and you lost.

Randy Orton

Lost? Lost! Are you serious!? I didn't lose you allowed a lunatic to attack me from the back that's not losing that's just bad control of your wrestlers.

Stephanie McMahon

Don't raise your voice at me Randy.

Randy Orton

Or what? What is the Daddy's girl going to do?

Stephanie McMahon

I'm your boss you don't talk to me that way.

Randy Orton

Do you remember what happened last time you said something like that to me? Do you remember the DDT, The kiss? or did i just plainly hit you too hard?



Stephanie McMahon

Get the hell out of my office!

Randy Orton

No.

Stephanie gets up and Randy does the same.

Stephanie McMahon

Get out now! Or I'll call security on you



Randy Orton

Security? Randy Smirks What are they going to do?

Stephanie McMahon

Get you out of my office.

Randy Orton

That's not going to happen Steph, I'm not leaving until i get what i want, I want a match tonight an actual match.

Stephanie McMahon

You don't get to come in my office and just ask for matches like you're some kind of superstar. You lost deal with it you need to work harder to get an "Actual match" you need to be more like other wrestlers in the back before you come in here and request for matches.



Randy Orton

I need to work harder? Do i need to work as hard as your pathetic united states champion? who was just simply at the right place, right time. Or as hard as Seth Rollins who you simply just hand everything to. Maybe you should just leave and let me  take over because a women like you can't handle a mans job.

Stephanie looks at Randy and slaps him



Randy Orton recovers from the slap, and gets in Stephanie's face



Randy places his hand on his cheek

Randy Orton

You think slapping me is a good idea! huh? You think you can do that? do it again! do it again! I dare you.

Stephanie looks at Randy

Randy Orton

That's what i though.



Randy Orton moves his hand from his cheek and exits her office.