Some people came here to have a good time, others came here to try to turn their misfortune around - there where so many stories - the doors to this heaven or hell always spinning - bringing in different people, all of them with hopes and dreams all of them looking to change their fate and their destiny with a hand of cards - a roll of the dice - or a spin of a wheel - you came here to be made or to be broken, there was no in-between. There was a man who knew this feeling all too well, a man who has been made, who reached the top, who put it all on black and pulled of the biggest steal of the year - who gambled it all and got the ultimate prize - the World Heavyweight Championship. Roman Reigns was never a gambling man, but at that point in his life he had to go big or go home and he went big and it paid off for him - but now look at him. All the glitz and all the glamour has been taken away from him - he was once at the top - but now he is right back down at the bottom. No grin on his face - no little frown - just a blank stare as he stands there - standing before the massive wheel - his hand resting upon it - knowing that so many want to step right up there and take a spin and try to change the cards they have been dealt, but he would be the first of many to spin the wheel and try to change his luck.
Roman Reigns (A Crumbling Empire) "I never believed in lady luck or chance - I always believed a man made his own way in this life, that you could only get something by getting your hands dirty - but there is only so far you can go with hard work - with back breaking effort, if you want to make it to the top, your going to need a little bit of luck on your side. I took a gamble, so many months ago - got dealt a good hand, not the best, but still good enough to continue to be a minor player, but I wanted more, greed and desire drove me to have the one thing anyone and everyone should want - The World Heavyweight Championship. I put my cards down - tossed all my chips onto that table - put everything I had on the line - my pride - my honour - my heritage - even my friendship with the man I loved as a brother - I bet it all for that sweet taste of success - and you know what, it paid off - HA - but lady luck, she is a cruel mistresses - you can't play her forever and she takes just as easily as she gives."
His hand tightens on that wheel - gripping down on it and looking at it - all it would take was one spin, to bring him back to the top or send him crashing back down to the bottom, sending him right down into the filth to start all over again. A chuckle escaped him as his fingers pressed into the wood as he was ready to spin the wheel and chance his luck once again.
Roman Reigns (A Crumbling Empire) "The Roman Empire was one strong - it was once said that it would never crumble, but look at it now - the walls are cracking and here I stand trying to hold up as many pieces as I can. I am back, right back at square one, another bad hand dished out to me, so here I am, ready to do it all over again, ready to bet it all and go big, or go home. Luck can only favour the select few - chance is a game you can never win - trust me I have learnt that the hard way - chance favours nothing - chance has no friends - chance holds no love for anyone but itself - chance favours - NOTHING!" He would then pull down with all his might as he spins the massive wheel. The wheel spins chaotically due to the strength of the Samoan. Superstars faces blend and blur as the wheel goes on and on. Finally it starts to slow down. Going past Dean, Nakamura, and Cactus Jack before landing on...Seth Rollins. The camera pans upward to Seth Rollins smirking face. He is decked out in a two piece suit with a tie just for the occasion. He fiddles with the wheel as he talks
[Seth Rollins] Luck...Luck comes in many shapes and forms. From the hand you draw...
Cards slip out of his sleeve and into his hand. He looks at the cards and smirk, showing the camera a royal flush
[Seth Rollins] ...To the flip of a coin.
Rollins pulls a quarter out of his pocket and tosses it in the air a few times. He flips it off his thumbs and call out "Heads!" The coin falls into his palm and he flips it on the back of his hand. He looks at it and frowns the the tails looking back at him. He tosses the coins and cards aside and walks around the wheel
[Seth Rollins] You'd be surprised at how often luck plays a factor in your life. Luck is a beautiful but cruel mistress that I've dance with quite a few times. She always leads and I always follow. Sometimes I'm lucky and she comes back for another dance. Like when I won the Intercontinental Championship. Sometimes she dances with other guys like she did Truth and leaves me all by my lonesome. Other times...she looks right past and goes for others more in need of her help
Seth's gaze falls down to the pictures of Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose on the wheel. Seth sighs sadly but looks up to face the camera once more, smiling however [Seth Rollins] Lady luck though is only 50 percent of your achievement. She can get you there but it's up to YOU to finish the job. She might drag you slowly across the finish line but it's up to YOU to make it towards the end. So she may be your best friend...or your worst enemy...but it's YOU who decides what to do with what she gave you. So tonight, I stand before you once again lady luck. Not angry at you. Not begging you for charity. All I ask for is...another dance Rollins pulls a rose out of his left sleeve [Seth Rollins] ...What do you say? With rose in hand Seth grabs one of the handles of the wheel. He takes a deep breath before giving it a mighty turn. The wheels spins furiously as once again the superstars faces blur and blend into nothing but colors. Seth grins as the wheel slowly but surely starts to slow down. As the wheel makes it's final turn and it's momentum starts to die down the grin on Seth's face begins to deteriorate. The wheel stops and horror is written on Seth's face [Seth Rollins] N-No....No! WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?!
Like a beam from heaven gold light shines down on the wheel. The camera looks down to see the wheel has landed on none other than the Golden Tick, Matt Sydal [Seth Rollins] I guess you're my enemy tonight...
And with that, every other light in the casino shut off, which pisses off A LOT of people that were at slot machines gambling, at tables deciding if they should stay or risk it, there's shouting, there's groans...men and women that have had their risky fun interrupted, and it gets worse...because in the midst of our blindness...the sound that follows a "jackpot" on a slot machine goes off...falling coins echoing on all sides, this has caused not only mass confusion, but it's practically sending the casino into a riot because everyone is trying to feel through the dark to collect their winnings, winning they don't even know if they belong to them or not. The coins stop, and a voice begins to speak...
[Matt Sydal] Isn't fate a funny word? It dictates that your life, the very path you follow, has been decided well before you even came into existence. Your success, your failures, not...luck, but staged. Staged by some high power, power that is thrown around, giving you moments of glory....and moments you wish, you could escape. But there is no escaping the hand of fate, there is NO...avoiding the future. A future, that has been written, and so...it shall be. No matter how hard you work, you were destined to fail, or destined to prevail. You're but faces on a wheel, a wheel that has been spun a long time ago, and now...now it stops. Your eyes gaze down upon it's final rotation, hoping...praying...BEGGING...for it to be the JACKPOT, but then it stops, and nothing changes. BECAUSE YOU'RE FAILURES, IT WAS DECIDED MANY CENTURIES AGO BY THE HAND OF FATE! I...HOWEVER, AM THE GOLDEN TICKET, A TICKET THAT MAKES A FUTURE POSSIBLE. A future that a wheel, will not change because while you can spin in a different rotation, ultimately...it'll stop in the same spot. A spot that puts you beneath me, because I am the future, and you're unlucky enough to be the instruments in which I ATTAIN that future!
The light shining over the wheel, begins to move to the left...as foot steps can be heard, we see the light illuminating a path of gold coins...however as we move closer towards the path...a voice, a different voice shouts "Nope, not happening, we're not doing this! And with that the lights come on, the spotlight goes away, and what looks to be a production member walks up and spins the wheel, quickly running off camera as we zoom in on it's rapid rotation. Going past all sorts of faces we begin to slow down until it at last stops....on Cactus Jack!
((Cactus Jack))
Gambling, taking chances, playing against the odds that's what my career has been built on and has made me the wrestler I am today. However having an ace up your sleeve can always help as well.
Cactus then shows a grin to the camera as he pulls an ace out of nowhere
(Cactus Jack)
Lady Luck also is a factor. She has her favourites and she has the people she likes to screw with and mess with people's heads allowing them to get success, climb up the mountain and just as they are about to grab the brass ring she kicks them off the mountain and laughs as she watches them fall down to the bottom.
Camera then pans to a tv screen showing Cactus Jacks losses to CM Punk and Leo Kruger. The camera then pans back to Cactus Jack who has his fists clenched in anger.
(Cactus Jack) Lady Luck gets a kick out of screwing with you, she loves to torment the people who deserve to win the most and allow her favourites to sit on top off the mountain and look down on all the people less fortunate than them. Lady Luck has drove me crazy she promised me so much, I've put my body on the line so many times, scarred myself for life all for her and yet still she doesn't allow me to get what I want. So it's time for me to take Lady Luck head on and finally come out on top nothing will stop me now, I am going to hit the JACKPOT, my time starts now but just to make sure I've brought my own Lady Luck to help me.
Cactus Jack pulls out his barbed wired bat and grins sadistically. Cactus then spins the ROULETTE TABLE and it spins chaotically as the ball spins at a furious pace round and round and round until it finally slows down and stops again.
(Cactus Jack) Just when you thought you'd seen enough of this crazy person another one pops up out the ground.
R-Truth then appears at the roulette table
The camera zooms out and shows R-Truth with the Money in the Bank briefcase.
R-Truth The hell we talking about LUCK for. We’re sitting here, and I’m supposed to be the franchise superstar and Mr. Money in the Bank, and we in here talking about LUCK, not a match, not a match, not a match, but we’re talking about LUCK. Not the match that I go out there and die for and compete in every match like it’s my last. We’re talking about LUCK man. How silly is that?
R-Truth shakes his head.
R-Truth I don’t need LUCK, because I am the best damn STAR in professional wrestling. And tonight when I go against that punk Cesaro, everyone will see that he needs more LUCK then anyone. AND THAT’S THE DAMN TRUTH!
R-Truth spins the wheel as the camera zooms in on the wheel spinning rapidly as it finally lands on Leo Kruger
The camera switches to Leo Kruger.
.:Leo Kruger:. Tonight... The wheel of prey shall spin to see who I defend my trophy against..
Kruger throws his Intercontinental title onto his shoulder
.:Leo Kruger:. Whoever the wheel lands on may consider themselves lucky, but me?
Kruger smirks
.:Leo Kruger:. I don't need LUCK when it comes to winning. I always have an ace up my sleeve..
Kruger laughs as Luke Harper slowly comes into the picture
.:Leo Kruger:. It doesn't matter who stands across the ring from me tonight. Nothing will stop me from winning, because...
Kruger walks up to a roulette table, and sets the Intercontinental title onto the table then pushes it forward
.:Leo Kruger:. I am all in...
Kruger spins the wheel, and it lands on AJ Styles
The camera then goes completely static and cuts away from the casino, we're taken to some dark alley, lots of noise can be heard off in the distance, car horns, voices, the sounds of a booming city, but for some reason we're in a dark alleyway. Suddenly footsteps can be heard in the distance, as each second passes the sound of the footsteps gets louder and louder. Rain begins to pour down upon the city, and within moments the alleyway is being hammered with rain, thunder booms in the distance and the sound of lightning crackling off fiercely can also be heard in the skies above.
The sound of the footsteps can now be heard splashing through the puddles, they continue to grow in volume until all of a sudden 2 black boots come into the view of the camera, the camera slowly moves in an upward direction revealing a shadowy figure decked fully in black with a hoodie over his head, the mysterious person holds a bow in his left hand, and appears to have arrows holstered on his back. The figure slightly lifts his head allowing an ounce of light to hit his face, it's none other then the Phenomenal One AJ Styles.
Upon the light hitting his face he quickly draws an arrow and takes aim, within moments he fires and seconds after that an explosion is heard. The camera turns towards the direction of the explosion and it appears as though this arrow that was fired by AJ has just blown 2 large doors off the side of a casino, not far into the casino, the Roulette wheel can be seen and the other XWL superstars can be seen standing and sitting around the table in shock of what they've just seen. AJ approaches the spot where the 2 doors once kept people out of this casino.
(AJ Styles) Tonight, a storm unlike this world has ever seen is coming...The Earth of which we walk on, shall be scorched and everything within the storms path will be decimated, devoured, and destroyed.....
(AJ Styles) So go ahead, run, say your prayers, seek shelter, at this point it doesn't matter, it's too late now, our fates have already been determined, you were warned, this storm's been building for months, and tonight it's finally arrived, and it's gonna unleash it's hellacious wrath upon XWL.
And as soon as those words flew out of AJ's mouth he drew another arrow and took aim at the Roulette wheel.
(AJ Styles) Not even lady luck can save you now....
AJ fires his arrow which perfectly strikes the Roulette wheel sending it spinning around and around furiously, the camera focuses in on the wheel and as soon as it does, 2 more explosions can be heard, the camera shifts back to where AJ Styles once stood, but all that's there now is smoke, AJ is nowhere to be found. The camera turns back to the wheel and it's already stopped spinning, it's landed on Dean Ambrose.
The image flashes yet again, this time revealing a man sat at a bar. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, he obviously doesn't belong in this high end casino that is looming behing him. Dean Ambrose. The bartender looks to him and calls out, "you want anything?" to which Dean doesn't even look up.
[Dean Ambrose] Nah man, I quit that shit a while ago.
"Suit yourself."
Ambrose looks around the casino, seeing men throw their lives away in moments of chance, hoping for something more in life. He sees women snuggling up to the winners and the loser almost ripping their hair out. All of them cladded in nice suits while Dean, Dean is not. Ambrose just observes, then begins walking, the camera moving in front of him. He begins to pass by machines, people stood in front of all of them, his eyes wandering as he begins to speak.
[Dean Ambrose] Tonight ain't about how much money you put into the machine. Tonight ain't about how much kissing ass you do. Tonight is about Chance. They say Chance is crazy. Nah, it's perfect. It eliminates the right to cry and complain. It eliminates the men and women in charge from screwing you over because there is only one person in charge tonight, and that's Lady Luck. Just like so many have said before me, it doesn't matter what the wheel decides because tonight, we're going all in.
Ambrose halts, having stopped in front of a wheel. He looks down, running his hands over it, speaking once more without looking up.
[Dean Ambrose] Tonight, the wheel decides all of our fates in one way or another. It's about over coming adversity and leaping challenges. I know far too well about both of those things. My entire life have been those two things. Recently, my career have been those two things but tonight, tonight is all on me. Most nights people feel I'm unpredictable, crazy, unstable. But tonight, I'm feeling lucky.
With that, Dean grabs the wheel, spinning it hard. The clicking noise the wheel makes becomes almost overwhelming, but slows, coming to a halt on the fact of the World Heavyweight Champion, Brock Lesnar. But when the camera shifts to where we expect to see Brock Lesnar, it's revealed to not be him. Instead, it's Paul Heyman who wore this sinister grin on his face that stayed even as he spoke.
[PAUL HEYMAN] You all might believe in this thing called luck, but myself and my client, in our world, our city, there is no such thing as luck. There is no such thing as fate. There is only pain, destruction and anarchy. All of you can take all the luck in the world and multiply it by two, it is still not enough to save you from Brock Lesnar victimizing and brutalizing each and every single one of you.
Out from the shadow behind Heyman emerges the champion, belt draped over his shoulder.
[PAUL HEYMAN] All of you are the prey and Brock Lesnar is the predator. Luck won't save you, no matter how hard you wish it could. Only those who are strong enough to survive will do so and quite frankly, no one in this company is stronger than the only man in wrestling history to win a NCAA Division One Heavyweight Championship, a UFC Heavyweight Championship and a XWL Heavyweight Championship of the World. Believe in luck all you want but when you're stuck in a hospital bed, it won't be luck who's paying your medical bills. If you think you're feeling lucky, then I suggest you step up but be warned, it will be Brock Lesnar who's taking joy in your pain and suffering. Heyman laughs as he spins the wheel. The wheel starts spiraling when all of a sudden, a hand stops it from outside the frame...we pan over and it's none other than the Women's Champion Mia Yim.
[Mia Yim] Luck plays a factor in everyone life, but it's obvious when it favors some more than others. And it's obvious that fate likes me more than others. My skills play a huge factor in my success but hey, a little luck never hurt anyone right? The dangerously unstoppable champion stares at the wheel.
[Mia Yim] Rather it's luck or my skills that take me to the history books when I retain tonight, I don't care. All I know for certain is that luck isn't on April's side tonight. However, she as the luck of being the woman I pin to make history. What a gracious position she's in. And how luck for all of you to witness my excellence tonight! Mia grabs the wheel to spin but suddenly, the wheel starts to morph colors. All the superstars faces disappear and suddenly the wheel turns pitch like. Laughter bounces around the casino and in the blink of an eye April's face appears on the wheel. Mia looks at the image before in shock as April manic smiles stares her straight in the face {Sister April} Luck is fun. It's a nice fun game to play. But I've always been more of it's sister fate. Fate...something that you can control at times, unlike luck. It was my fate to take over this body. It was my fate to challenge for what is soon to be MY title. And it will be my fate to share my darkness with not only the Women's division, but all of XWL. The wheel itself begins to spin wildly, shaking it's hindges {Sister April} Rather you believe in luck or not...
Bolts starts to fly in random directions causing Mia to duck and dodge them {Sister April} I don't actually give a damn... Somehow the wheel begins to go even FASTER if that even possible. The table shakes as it continues on {Sister April} Because tonight!... The wheel finally flies off it's hinges. Mia barely rolls to the side in time before the wheel plows through her. The champ grabs her championship and walks cautiously to the wheel. A low laughter can be heard from it as it spins slowly, April's face flickering in and our of it {Sister April} ...Everything changes April's flickering smiling face fades to black
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As sister April's laughter fades, ending the kick ass promotional "video" everyone should scroll up and read before continuing... the show officially begins with an extravagant display of pyrotechnics, and a sold out arena on their feet excited for the unpredictability that awaits them on tonight's show. Signs are scattered all around, many in support of our historical Main-Event, and the many superstars that will compete here at Roulette. We cut to ringside where Mauro Ranallo and Corey Graves are waiting to welcome us.
[Mauro Ranallo] Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to ROULETTE! We're live inside Thomas & Mack Center in front of a jam packed arena all ready to be apart of HISTORY!
[Corey Graves] That's right Mauro, tonight history is MADE. Careers are cemented when for the first time in XWL's entire existence, The Women's Championship will be contested in our Main-Event of the evening!
[Mauro Ranallo] The dangerous Mia Yim is dangerously approaching a record set by Eva Marie for longest reigning Women's Champion...and tonight she puts it all on the line against the woman that's reinvented herself and become the face of fear not only in the Women's Division but all of XWL.
[Corey Graves] Truly a remarkable night ahead of us and I-
Corey pauses, as more pyrotechnics blast off at the stage, unexpectedly so, and the golden display captivates our eyes. Immediately after the last glistening spark, confetti begins to fall down from the rafters, gold bits of paper blinding us as it drops due to the rapid rate it's coming.
[Corey Graves] Would you look at that, our production crew have outdone themselves with tonight's intro.
[Mauro Ranallo] Save some confetti for later, because we've got the potential for a new Intercontinental Champion to be crowned when a wheel decides who will face Leo Kruger in a match that will shift the balance and turn hunter, into hunted...wait a sec- THIS INS'T CONFETTI!
[Corey Graves] YES!
As more and more of the "confetti" fell...we soon realized, that this was not your typical confetti...it looked different, and with Mauro and Corey reaching out, Corey holds his hands out full of what now appears to be....golden tickets. Not just any golden tickets...tickets with Matt Sydal's face in the forefront, the smug expression we always wish could be wiped out by somebody, now is forever etched in these tickets. As the fans realize what this means, boos...boos come fast, and they come loud.
[Corey Graves] Get ready Mauro, I've gotta a good feeling about where this is going.
[Mauro Ranallo] I've got a feeling too, but it's not good in nature.
[Corey Graves] What are you talking about? The Golden Ticket showed the power he possesses when he left last week's episode of Anarchy with The World Heavyweight Championship!
[Mauro Ranallo] For those that missed it, this wasn't him becoming....World Heavyweight Champion, this was an outright robbery after attacking the champion Brock Lesnar, his own partner with the golden object of choice, Matt hightailed it out of the building, AND WITH THE CONQUEROR'S TITLE IN TOW!
[Corey Graves] It was beautiful, that's how you insert yourself into the conversation, that's...how you set yourself up for success.
[Mauro Ranallo] I was thinking more like that's how you get a one way trip to Suplex City, courtesy of the man you swiped that title from, a title that belongs to Brock Lesnar!
The hand of fate is a cruel one, starting tonight's show off with the last man we wanted to see now, let alone at all. It's evident his arrival is imminent, and you can already hear groans from fans that wish this was all just some kind of a nightmare, that they'll wake up and it'll still be hours before Roulette was to actually begin...but it's not, well it is a nightmare...but a living one. The golden tickets continue to fall from the sky, it's noticeably slowing down but not slow enough, it's still entirely too obnoxious, and honestly part of us hopes it never stops because once it does we know Matt Sydal will be soon to follow. However, all the hope in the world doesn't stop what happens next...for every light in the arena shuts off, and a collective sigh from the fans says all that needs to be said.
[Mauro Ranallo] Well, Roulette's certainly kicking off in a rather grand...way.
[Corey Graves] It doesn't get any more grand than The Golden Ticket to the future of this company making an appearance!
[Mauro Ranallo] He's not set to compete tonight, so you have to wonder what business he has coming out here.
[Corey Graves] He's in the business of success, and on a night where history will go down, it's only fitting that the future leads us into that.
After an entirely too long of delay in the dark...
The word "EVERYTHING" appears on the tron, but not only that...as it appears, we hear the word "EVERYTHING" echo'd through the arena...by none other than The Golden Boy himself.
Yet again we find ourselves completely disinterested in the two words "I TOUCH" that appear. With intensity in his voice he reads aloud the words that appeared. A few more seconds later, they too disappear, and new words take their place.
The fans, and us the viewers at home all feel the same thing, nothing. Nothing but a collective "ugh this shit again" "TURNS TO" is the next set of word before us, and much like the other two instances, Matthew utters the words that appear. This time when the words vanish, we return back to the pitch black view we began with. Nothing replaces the words, no sound other than noises from the disinterested audience can be heard, that is....until....a slight echo'd "EVERYTHING....EVERYTHING....EVERYTHING!" a soundbite from his theme song. "I TOUCH....I TOUCH....I TOUCH!" this now familiar song clip continues, "TURNS TO....TURNS TO.....TURNS TO!"
As the literally GOLD "Gold" appears on the tron, illuminating the pitch black surroundings, every person's reaction is to BOO. The next clip from his theme "GOLD...GOLD....GOLD!!" fills our ears. And what looks like literal specs of pure gold begins to rain down at the top of the stage.
[Corey Graves] This is my favorite part! Look at it, Mauro! Marvel in all of it's wonder!
[Mauro Ranallo] I'll pass, Corey. If you've seen it once you've seen enough.
A panhandler's dream is our nightmare, as the golden shower of pyrotechnics rains down on the stage. It's a heavy downfall of gold and it's all for a man that we can't stand. The man that as of late can't go a minute without uttering the word "gold" or saying "gold" instead of god because it's the "gold's honest truth" that he's The Golden Ticket to this company's future....We wish this wasn't so, that we didn't have to suffer the annoyance of watching this ever growing more and more obnoxious display but alas, this is our cross to bear now when tuning in to XWL Programming. Having to suffer through an entrance that serves only one purpose, to feed Matt's own ego, at the expense of our time. Getting lost in our thoughts of disdain for a moment, we're rescued...with the start of a song that begins to play, connecting all the previous soundbites.
Venomous boos follow suit the moment Matt Sydal's mug appears on the tron. The boos, they're endless, they're laced with annoyance, hatred, every emotion in between...the fans have grown tired of already sitting through essentially nothing, and we're not even close to finished! They try, but ultimately fail to drown out his entrance music, a theme that literally repeats the same phrases over and over. A moment later, almost two dozen figures appear along the ramp, not just any figures...but what appear to be...knights? Shining in golden armor, complete with helmets, these men stand with their hands forward, gripping swords ...that you guessed it....ARE GOLD!
[Mauro Ranallo] NOW THERE'S KNIGHTS?!
[Corey Graves] THE GUILD OF GOLD!
[Mauro Ranallo] Don't encourage him, Corey!
Truly going overboard already...and that's saying something given his last couple entrances, and who could forget the debut of the freaking ticket style cape...but alas, another figure steps onto the stage, his back to the camera, WHICH SHOWS OFF THAT STUPID CAPE AGAIN! But the man, Matt Sydal raises his lowered head, revealing something on his head, we're not sure what, then as he extends his right arm out...we see....A SCEPTER? SERIOUSLY? He strikes it down tapping the stage and suddenly the raining pyrotechnics stop, and he spins around...a golden spot light falls on him....AND WE SEE....A CROWN ON HIS HEAD...NOT JUST ANY CROWN...NO...A CROWN THAT IS LITERALLY...LITERALLY...L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y...made from solid gold....TICKETS! Just when you think it can't get more arrogant, he can't possibly make his appearance ANY more obnoxious...JUST WHEN YOU THINK NOTHING TOPS THAT FREAKING CAPE....HE COMES OUT IN A CROWN! But while all of that is ridiculous...there is ONE....ONE thing that is very serious, VERY very serious...for around his waist...is The World Heavyweight Championship.
[Corey Graves] Talk about dressed for success, KING MIDAS WHO? I haven't seen this much gold EVER!
[Mauro Ranallo] One particular item of gold is Brock Lesnar's World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist!
Scepter in hand, World title around his waist, AJ Styles mocking gloves that say admit one, a fucking ticket cape....and now a ticket crown, Matt is decked out in his best, and he begins descending down the ramp, the swords from the knights rise, creating a perfect golden arch for him to travel through. He clears the golden swordsmen, approaching the ring, then he places his scepter down in a stand that was positioned at ringside, he rubs both hands together, before intertwining them as we zoom in it says "Admit One" to which he rushes forward sliding into the ring, as the golden spotlight follows him. Rising back up, his crown remains perfectly on his head, and he unsnaps the belt from around his waist, tossing it over his shoulder to tremendous boos. Once his golden beauty is nice and cozy on his shoulder, he grabs a mic out of a hidden pocket of his cape, a mic that is of course gold, and he raises it to address his non gold subjects.
[Matt Sydal] Welcome, to the FUTURE! The moment where you get a glimpse of what will soon be reality. A reality where THE LONGEST REIGNING XWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF ALL TIME...sets forth to break his own record, because as the saying goes, if you want something done...you've gotta do it yourself. I've given The "Superstars" of this company six...COUNT IT....ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX! SIX...years to prove their worth, to show that I'm not as every bit as good as I claim to be...but do you know what? THEY HAVEN'T! Because they can't, because despite the countless number of men that have set foot in this company claiming to be good, claiming to be great, CLAIMING...to be the second coming, I've PROVEN without a shadow of a doubt that I'm not just good, I'm not just great. And there is no second coming, because none that came before me, compare...what you have witnessed, what you will continue to witness is the FIRST coming of a man that can do anything, that WILL do anything, that HAS...done EVERYTHING he said he would!
Of course boos follow, to which he responds simply by arrogantly twirling his mic.
[Matt Sydal] This championship on my shoulder, may not be "mine" in the traditional sense, but it is MINE in the truest sense of the word. For not only do I embody the word "gold" not only does this championship look REALLY...good over my shoulder, but not one single man has shown he deserves to have his name etched on this plate.
A zoom in reveals that as Matt rubs the title, we see Brock's name has been crossed out in favor of his own.
[Matt Sydal] Therefore, I've decided it's time I stop allowing liars to parade around here with MY title, to live in the false reality where this belongs to them. Tonight we're supposed to see a World Heavyweight Championship Mach between AJ Styles and Brock Lesnar, the rivalry that has taken XWL by storm since the day it began...but I refuse to allow MY title be apart of that. I refuse to allow ANOTHER day where this championship....is kept away from me, away from it's destiny...we've been destined to meet again, and I couldn't wait any longer. What I did on last week's edition of Anarchy, was take back....WHAT IS MINE! To end the charade that Brock Lesnar is your champion, that AJ Styles will somehow FINALLY get the job done against him and leave with a championship he doesn't deserve to hold.
Boos, more boos, even with AJ's actions on Anarchy when he laid out Sami Zayn to taking "his" win over Brock, he's still the favorite, and they chalk it up to more frustration than anything, and frustration is better than having to deal with a guy wearing a freaking crown, and a ticket cape.
[Matt Sydal] You will not be witnessing a World Heavyweight Championship Match this evening, sorry not sorry... This is mine, and if I won't be given a title match to truly take it back...then I guess I have to take drastic measures, measures that involve taking it physically away from the man we're supposed to call champion, inches away from a man that's dubbed "number one contender." This is a prestigious title, or at least it used to be, back when I held it...but it's time to return to that prestige. It's time, The Golden Ticket to the FUTURE...of XWL, brings XWL to the future, a future where he is ONCE AGAIN...and ALWAYS, FOREVER WILL BE...THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! A future he brings you, a future where AJ Styles, Brock Lesnar, R-Truth, Dean Ambrose, are never, EVER... going tarnish it's legacy again. For as GOLD AS MY WITNESS, I WON'T ALLOW IT!
The crowd leap to their feet in excitement at the sound of the Phenomenal One's theme hitting the airwaves within the arena. Within moments, on perfect cue with the beat of his music, the Phenomenal One AJ Styles makes his way through the curtain with his head down, arms outstretched, and hood covering his head as usual. AJ takes center stage at the top of the entrance way, suddenly his pyro erupts from the sidetrons and AJ flips his hood up and outstretches his arms as he always does, before bring them both up above his head to form his P1 logo pose with his gloves.
After a few moments of holding his pose, AJ begins to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. AJ is decked out in a brand new dark purple attire with some pink thrown in, throughout his career AJ has incorporated some pink into his attires during the month of October to show his support for breast cancer awareness month. I'm sure the attire he's wearing is the last thing on his mind tonight as tonight is without a doubt the biggest match in AJ Styles career, but that match isn't scheduled to go on until later tonight, so it appears as though AJ is out here because he simply couldn't stand listening to Matt Sydal any longer.
AJ turns the corner and approaches the steel steps, he walks up the steps and steps onto the ring apron. AJ forms the P1 logo with his gloves for the fans before turning around and entering the ring. AJ walks up to Sydal and pulls a mic out of his jacket pocket. AJ stares the golden ticket down for a few moments as he waits for his theme to cut off, once it does AJ slowly raises the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.
(AJ Styles) I've seen some pretty delusional people throughout my career, but you Sydal, you've gotta take the freakin cake... I mean look at you, golden robe, golden tights, golden lights, golden pyro, golden everything, you've even gone as far as to steal that golden World Heavyweight Championship and proclaim it to be yours. I mean, has it really come to this Sydal??? You're so freakin desperate to be in the main event scene and become World Champion that you've gone as far as to steal the damn belt rather then earn it... It's a shame, it's a damn shame, it really is, because you've got alot of talent in the ring Sydal, there's no doubting that, but lets face it, you're just not quite good enough to hang around with the big boys are you???
(AJ Styles) Deep down, I think you know what I'm saying is 100% true, I mean think about it, why go through all this damn trouble of turning everything in your sight gold??? I'll tell you why, because you just ain't good enough to win the only gold that matters in this company, that gold belt that you stole that's over your shoulder. I mean hell, I can't stand Brock Lesnar, you know that, everyone knows that, but stealing a man's championship belt, even if they are a scumbag, that's pretty low, even for you, and quite frankly it's pathetic....
(AJ Styles) Like I said Matt, you're good, no doubt about it, but you're damn sure not as good as you think you are, and if you wanna try and prove me wrong, I'm standing right here boy, go ahead, make your move kid, It'd be my pleasure to knock you back into reality, cause it's clear to me and everyone watching around the world that you're livin in a freakin fantasy world right now.
(AJ Styles) You come out here, and you act live you've earned something, I got news for ya Matt, you ain't earned shit. You've been playing around with people who ain't even good enough to be in this company for more then a week these last couple of months, now why in the world would you do that Matt??? If you're as good as you say you are, you would've been beating guys like Me and Brock for fun on a weekly basis and maybe you would've been the one fighting for the World Title tonight.
(AJ Styles) But that's not the route you took is it Matt??? you took the cowards route, you hid from just about every full time superstar in this company for as long as you could because you just aren't good enough to beat any of em, and when the time was right, you opted to stick your nose where it didn't belong, in myself and Brock Lesnar's business, and in case you're wondering, that is a very bad bad place for you to be. See me and Brock, we can't stand each other, we hate each other, you saw what I did to him 2 weeks ago, and you saw what he did to me a week before that, the rivalry me and him have is beyond personal, but I have a strong feeling that he feels very much the same about you as I do, and I also have a pretty strong feeling that he didn't take too kindly to you stealing his world title belt.
(AJ Styles) So I'm gonna give you one chance Matt, hand that belt to the ringside assistant over there, and get the hell out of this ring, because there's no way in hell that ANYONE, especially YOU, is gonna stop that war between Me and Brock tonight... And if you're stupid enough to try, then you're not only gonna feel the fiery unholy wrath of the Beast Incarnate, you'll also feel the fiery unholy Phenomenal ass kicking that I'll deliver to you personally...
[Matt Sydal] Actually AJ to go back to an earlier point, I HAVE BEATEN GUYS LIKE BROCK LESANR, in the middle of this ring...something you've failed to do far too many times now,and you'll fail to do again, TONIGHT. Because despite your bravado, despite you trying to discredit me and my worth? I've actually accomplished something in this company, not just something, practically every damn thing I said I would. What have you done? Spread a bunch of lies, claim you'll do things you know deep down you're incapable of doing...but most of all, you've taken MY....spot! See, when you, Dean, and Roman failed to get the job done at Emergence, that should have been it, I...should have been named number one contender for not only proving I was the better man in my triple threat match by defeating Shinsuke Nakamura, as I said I would...and defeating Eric Young in the months before...but simply because no one in this damn company, ESPECIALLY you...deserved THIS....
Matt raises the title as if it's his own to tremendous boos.
[Matt Sydal] over ME! And that's not some brash statement that has no merit, it's the GOLD'S HONEST TRUTH, AND YOU CAN'T DENY THAT! You could try, you could lie some more, or you could finally be honest with yourself and realize that tonight? You're a cow being sent off to slaughter, this isn't your third times the charm moment, this isn't the greatest night of your career...THIS IS THE SAME DAMN NIGHT IT'S BEEN EVERY TIME YOU'VE STEPPED IN THIS RING WITH BROCK LESNAR! You think you can do it, and he proves to you, and all of the people that back you so foolishly...that you can't, and you never will.
The fans are absolutely livid at Sydal's remarks, they believe AJ can do it, they KNOW AJ can do it, who is he to write off The Phenomenal One as a guy that can't get it done?
[Matt Sydal] You're the one that's not good enough to "hang" with the big boys, because every single time you get a chance to, you prove without a shadow of a doubt that you're phenomenal in name, but mediocre in reality. You're not the ONE that's going to defeat the conqueror, you're just another guy he'll make his bitch like Roman Reigns. I mean honestly, did you see what he did to Roman in their Last Man Standing Match? Wouldn't it be hilarious if fate decided you would end up in the same match? If he did that to a guy he's literally had no issues with until recently, what will he do...to a guy like you, that's been a thorn in his side for over FIVE months! And while you've beaten Roman... Brock did you one better, he DECIMATED Roman, just like he'll decimate you again, the question is, how will he do that? Will he make you say I Quit? A nice callback to when you tapped out like a little baby in your first encounter? Will he pin you over and over and OVER....again in an Iron Man Match? The possibilities are endless, while the result will be the same either way, you failing again, while I...wait in the wings to swoop in and be the hero these people wish you could be. The man that will ACTUALLY conquer the conqueror, just as he's done before, and this time...he'll save The World Heavyweight Championship in the process. THAT is the reality you'll face tonight, I go on to success, as I have my entire XWL career, while you add another "close but no cigar" to the tally, what are we at now? I'd love to say I was keeping track but y'know, when you fail OVER....and OVER....and OVER.... AND OVER....AND OVER....AND OVER....AND OVER.....AND OV- AJ gets in Sydal's face and in an instant he swings his right hand at Sydal's hand and sends Sydal's mic flying to the side of the ring. (AJ Styles) Let me tell you something boy, my failures have shaped my career and have helped mold me into the man I am today more then any victory ever did. And no, that doesn't mean I'm a failure, what it means is that for everytime I failed, I got back up and came back even stronger the very next night. That's called hard work, that's called determination, and that's called being a man. When someone fails, they lick their wounds, they're not happy about failing because no one truly likes to fail, but at the end of the day, no one cares if you failed, what they care about, what matters most, is how a person picks themselves up after failing. It's not the fall that matters, it's the rise....
(AJ Styles) You Sydal, you're so damn full of yourself and it makes me sick, you don't know what it likes to truly fail, to truly disappoint the people you care about most in this world, you don't know what that's like, or on the other hand, maybe you do, maybe that's why you cover yourself in gold and hold yourself up on such a damn high horse. Maybe somewhere along the lines, you tasted true failure, and maybe, just maybe you couldn't handle it, whatever it was, it broke you...
(AJ Styles) It changed you, sadly it changed you for the worst because a once promising talent is now nothing more then a slimy and wormy little full of himself scumbag. .. (AJ Styles) You may be right on one thing though Matt, Brock has beaten me twice, three times if you count the 4 way back at Emergence, so yeah the fans just may be starting to give up hope on me and are hopping off the bandwagon, but let me tell ya something, don't give up hope on AJ Styles, for some of us, hope is all we have, and I GUARANTEE YOU tonight will not be the same. Tonight, come hell or highwater, AJ Styles is either WALKING out as the new World Heavyweight Champion, or AJ Styles is getting carted out. Either way, tonight is the biggest match of my career, and I'm not gonna let a weasel like you ruin it....
Matt grabs his golden mic off the mat, dusting it off from when AJ's grubby non gold mitts touched it.
[Matt Sydal] Blah blah, my failures are really success, really AJ? You're going to be that cliche? You can only fail so many times before you're not so much picking yourself up, you're scraping what's left of you off the ground, that lessens and lessens with each passing failure. Your ego is too inflated to accept anything but the truth. The truth that there are guys like me that can do anything, and WILL....and then there's guys like you, that can sure talk a big game, but when the time comes to actually step up? You fall flat on your face, and drown in the sea of lies you told yourself.
Matt raises the title off his shoulder, almost rubbing it in AJ's face without coming close to actually doing it.
[Matt Sydal] The fact of the matter is, your match tonight shouldn't be for this...no, it should be for the right to face me....FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Because I'd be champion now if I had actually been given what I deserve...instead of allowing losers like you to be picked apart in every possible way for the sake of a feel good story that only ever brings pain instead of joy...The man you claim you'd defeat before, has made you submit, has pinned you for a three count, and STILL....still you act as if you deserve this chance, this chance to do something other than fail again. What makes you deserving huh? He's decisively beaten you not once, but TWICE now! It's just sad now AJ, it's well beyond sad actually, it's pathetic that you can stand here claiming tonight will FINALLY be your night, as if you actually believe that. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that you, are nothing more than a wannabe, that never... will be World Heavyweight Champi-
And speaking of the World Heavyweight Championship, the true holder of the championship, Brock Lesnar's theme cuts off the two men who stood in the center of the Roulette ring. All attention turning to the stage as the lights turned that a more red hue and the atmosphere instantly changed. The Heavyweight Champion, clad in his ring gear already, came out from behind that back in a slower walk with Heyman right there with him. Neither man wearing the slightest bit of smiles on their face as they look to the ring, more specifically past Styles and right at the man who held the championship that rightfully belonged to them. The Golden Ticket who held Brock Lesnar's golden championship. They stop atop the stage and while Lesnar's arms are crossed over his broad chest, Heyman holds a microphone in his, waiting for the theme of his client to fade out into silence. And it did, which led to Heyman finally bringing the microphone up to speak.
[PAUL HEYMAN] Mister Sydal, I hope you realize what you've done after I mistakenly put my trust in you last week. You can come out here parading about, stating how that championship is yours, even going as far as crossing out my client's name on the plate, but that doesn't change what happened last week. While I'll admit, yes, you showed tremendous courage by doing that considering not many actually would, you also let your stupidity show because any man who is willing to do what you did? Well, simply put, he's stupid. And judging from that crown that you wear atop your head, and with that cape, you're looking to fit the part. And you might not realize it yet, but once my client comes down there to rightfully take back what belongs to him, you will finally realize the mistake that you made by stealing the crown jewel of Suplex City.
Then it looks as if AJ Styles is about to speak, but Heyman wasn't going to let that happen. The Phenomenal One was cut off before he even had the chance to say a single word.
[PAUL HEYMAN] I was not done, so please, do not interrupt me... Now, you see, while Brock Lesnar isn't a man to forgive another, I on the other hand can be a bit forgiving depending on the situation at hand. That is why we are going to give you another chance to right your wrongs and admit that you made a mistake. The choice is this: You walk up here and you hand that championship over to Brock Lesnar so that later on in tonight's show, this phenomenal freak of nature can go on to defeat the man who you share that ring with, AJ Styles aka the man who still claims to be Phenomenal despite losing to Brock Lesnar for five months straight now... Or, there's option two... And option two isn't pretty, I can assure you that. Option two involves my client coming down to that ring and when he enters that ring, all bets are off. I will not try and stop him from doing what he wants. I will not be held accountable for any injuries you sustain. I will not be held accountable for any blunt force trauma you are treated for. And most of all, I will not be held accountable for Brock Lesnar showing the 'Golden Ticket' why he's nothing more than a silver medal considering second place is all he'll ever achieve as long as Brock Lesnar stands atop this company.
Pausing now, Heyman waited a couple of seconds to give the man who held his client's championship a little bit of time to make a decision.
[PAUL HEYMAN] What's it going to be, Matthew? The smart option? Or the courageous option?
[Matt Sydal] You know, as enticing as those choices sound, I think I'm going to have go with option C. I keep MY title, and your client, ahem...I mean BITCH....can kiss my golden ass. Because if he was smart, which he's not because he has to have you speak for him....but if YOU were smart, you'd realize that I'm the one with all the power right now. You're an advocate for a champion with no title, and we both know that a champion with no gold? Isn't really a champion, now is he? So here's what's REALLY going to happen, your client is going to agree to face me for MY title after he whips this redneck loser's ass for the umpteenth time...and I'm not talking about next month, or Breakthrough...I'M TALKING ABOUT LIVE, HERE TONIGHT! Because I REFUSE, REFUSE....to wait another damn night for what's mine to FINALLY be mine again!
Heyman and Brock look to each other, both of them laughing in what seemed like perfect unison after hearing what the Golden Ticket had to say. And then, in conversation with one another, that was when it looked like Heyman gave the Beast Incarnate the symbol to go ahead. That was shown be true as Brock started to go down the ramp. The crowd even popped a little knowing that they were about to see Matt Sydal possibly get tossed around the ring. The Champion started first at a steady rate and then when he was closer to the end of the ramp than he was at the top, he charged and slid under the bottom rope with his target locked on Sydal.
But Sydal, being the much quicker and faster superstar, he was able to out maneuver the Beast because as Lesnar slid in, The Golden Ticket was quick to slide out of the ring. Sydal quickly brushed past Heyman and with the World Heavyweight Championship still in hand, he darted up the ramp to once again create as much distance between himself and the Beast Incarnate as possible. The fans are booing as it was now clear that they wouldn’t see Matt Sydal get a one way trip to Suplex City… but that reaction soon changed to a cheer as it was AJ Styles now! He attacked Brock Lesnar from behind, going straight for the leg to get the bigger, stronger man off of his balance. He succeeded at doing it at first, and he never let up, but Brock Lesnar was quick to start to strike back at the Phenomenal One. Closed fists were thrown between the two of them, gloves hitting skin hard each time. The fans were cheering every time Styles got a shot in but then boo’d at each punch that Lesnar landed. But that exchange stopped as Lesnar ducked one of Styles’ thrown fists and took him down to the mat with a takedown.
The hatred between these two once again reaching a boiling point to the point where they couldn’t wait until later tonight; they had to start the fight early, but that was of course not how this show was supposed to start. It was then that a voice was heard in the arena. A thick British accent that everyone clearly recognized at the once champion turned General Manager emerged atop the stage with security running down to the ring in order to break the both of them up. It looked to be about ten, maybe twelve of them, as they split up into two groups. Half of the men holding back the champion while the other held back the challenger despite the both of them struggling to get out of the security officers’ hold.
[Layla] That's enough! Now Matt when I say this show belongs to The Superstars, I mean ALL of them collectively, not just one. So that doesn't give you the right to walk around here like you're the most important man in room because until Brock Lesnar OFFICIALLY loses that? He is without question THE guy, The XWL World Heavyweight Champion! But I'm a reasonable woman, I realize you won't just hand the title over because I tell you to. You want what you want, and honestly if you had just came to me and asked, we could have skipped this entire ordeal from the beginning. So here's what I'm going to do, regardless of the outcome of tonight's World Heavyweight Championship Match, you will be first in line to challenge said champion. However, that's on a contingency, if you want it? You're going to have to trade me for it, so come here and surrender that title, NOW!
With not much distance between him and his boss, he approaches her, as security continue to hold AJ and Brock back, then he removes the title from his shoulder, and stares down at it. His eyes meet back to hers, and he extends the belt towards her. Layla starts to pull it away, but Matt's still holding onto it, as if his bond with it is too strong to just give it up, but after a slight tug Layla successfully retrieves the title and then points to the back instructing him to leave her to attend to the men in the ring.
[Layla] Now that that's taken care of...it's evident you two want to fight, and it's even clearer that you don't want to wait. This is five months in the making, there's nothing but bad blood between you two, so I say...why wait? Why have security escort you gentlemen to your respective locker rooms and risk another brawl breaking out? The fans are ready to see you both come to blows, and you know, so am I. So what's say we kick this show off with a bang, LET'S HAVE HISTORY made...by having The World Heavyweight Championship kick off ROULETTE!
The audience erupts with glee, loudly screaming as Brock and AJ clearly have no problem with that, ready to finally end this once and for all.
[Layla] Wonderful, but there's one last piece of business. Tonight is no ordinary night, in more ways than one. Every match this evening will first have a wheel spun, and yours especially is no exception. So let's find out what fate has in store for you gentlemen, shall we?
She snaps her fingers, and within seconds crew members emerge from backstage, carting out what we presume to be the official wheel, which is covered with a black sheet. As it's placed beside her, she rips off the sheet and all sorts of matches are scattered all over. From Hell in a Cell to Submission, to Falls Count Anywhere, to 2/3 Falls. This one seems to have had some modifications in fact as we notice options also such as Paul Heyman is banned from ringside spin again. Without further ado, she places both hands on the wheel, then gives it a spin....sending it rotating round and round....
[Layla] A TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS MATCH!
A loud pop follows, and more crew members begin to come out carrying ladders, tables, and extra chairs, one stops to retrieve The World Heavyweight Championship from Layla, and they quickly start to rush a set up for this now official opening match.
[Layla] Paul I better not see you try to climb that ladder, and gentlemen? Good luck!
Layla leaves as the tables are set up all around the ring, chairs propped on them, ladders scattered about, and a cable lowers from the ceiling, to which an aid places The World Title around, and slowly it's raised high, awaiting the victor to climb a ladder and pull it down.
[Mauro Ranallo] What a way to begin tonight's show, a TLC MATCH FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP, IN A BATTLE THAT'S FIVE MONTHS IN THE MAKING!
[Corey Graves] Fate's decided to spare AJ the embarrassment of being pinned or submitted again, instead he'll be beaten down until he can do nothing but watch as Brock ascends the ladder and pulls down his tile.
[Mauro Ranallo] While this Tables, Ladder, and Chairs match is set up, let's take you to a video highlighting this incredible rivalry.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Both men are beaten and battered beyond belief at this point, I don't think anyone in attendance tonight or watching around the world thought this match would go on for over an hour. Like, everyone knew the war between these two men would be brutal, and at times just hard to watch, they were out to hurt each other, there's no doubt about it, but NO ONE thought the war would be this epic, no one thought these 2 men would go to the lengths they've gone tonight to try and beat the other and walk out World Champion, but they have, and now we could finally be moments away from a victor in this battle, as AJ Styles landed a Styles Clash on the outside to the Beast that sent him crashing face first onto a table.
Now, after 6 months of battling the Beast, 6 months of back and forth trash talk on one another, and 6 months of brutal beatdowns on one another inside and outside of the ring, it's all come down to this moment. Lesnar is seemingly out cold on the ringside floor and AJ is attempting to climb to the top of this ladder and unhook that championship belt. AJ is clearly spent, both of these men are, but this is AJ's chance to cement his legacy in XWL history, this is his chance to go down in history as an XWL World Heavyweight Champion, and no matter what happens after that, no one can ever take that away from him. All he has to do now, is climb to the top of this ladder and unhook that shiny gold championship belt.
(Mauro Ranallo) This is it, after over an hour of back and forth brawling between these 2 all over this arena, AJ's just gotta climb that ladder and unhook that championship!!!! We may be moments away from a new World Champion!!!
(Corey Graves) This can't happen, Brock Lesnar is about to be screwed out of his World Title right before your very eyes ladies and gentleman. AJ Styles hasn't beaten Brock Lesnar until he pins him, or makes him submit, and we all know that'll NEVER happen. Instead, AJ's about to climb a ladder and unhook a title belt, and just like that, he'll have stolen that title from the Beast. How unjust, and unfair...
(Mauro Ranallo) Oh give me a break Corey, these two warriors have gone around this entire arena and beaten the living hell out of each other, whoever wins this match will have earned the right to call them self victorious, and the right to call themselves World Champion.
(Corey Graves) There's only one man in this match who deserves to be called World Champion, and that man is Brock Lesnar. He's the Beast Incarnate, he's a mega draw, he's an ass kicker, he was born to be World Champion, he embodies everything this company and these fans should want in a World Champion, but you're all too stupid and naive to see that.
As the commentators go back and forth, AJ is ascending the ladder, rung by rung he climbs as the fans rise to their feet begin to blow the roof off of this arena. Their hearts are pounding, their adrenaline is flowing, they wanna see a new World Champion crowned right before their eyes, they wanna see history made tonight. But I can guarantee you this, no one's heart is pounding more then AJ Styles right now, his adrenaline is in overdrive at this point, everything he's fought for over the last 6 months is literally towering above his head swinging from side to side. All he has to do is climb a few more rungs and reach out and grab it.
All the battles, the attacks, the trash talk, the interference in matches, it's all hitting AJ at once as he scales this ladder, it's like a mental overload, he's short circuiting mentally as he climbs this ladder, but it only lasts a few seconds, because his instincts begin to take over at this point. His brain just tells him to climb that damn ladder and block everything else out, so that's exactly what he does. He climbs the last 3 rungs in a matter of mere seconds and reaches the top rung on the ladder.
(Mauro Ranallo) THIS IS IT LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, IT'S REALLY ABOUT TO HAPPEN!!! WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!
AJ knows there's one last hurdle left, he has to stand up straight and unhook that title, and that's no easy task for him right now, he's been able to lean forward and rely on the ladder to support him on his ascent on the ladder, but now there's no other option, he must endure the wrenching pain in his back and reach up for that title, otherwise his entire world and body may come crashing down off of that ladder.
(Corey Graves) Yes!!!!!!! Brock's getting up, C'MON BROCK, GET IN THEIR QUICK AND KNOCK THIS LOSER OFF OF THE LADDER!!!!
Lesnar uses the Spanish announce table to get to his feet at ringside, he's groggy, dazed, and confused at this point, he's just out of it, but then, like a light bulb going off in his head, he glances towards the ring and see's AJ Styles at the very top of the ladder just seconds away from grabbing that World Heavyweight Championship. Brock makes a dash towards the ring but collapses just as he's about to slide into the ring, he crumbles to his knees next to the ring apron.
(Corey Graves) NO!!!!! NOT LIKE THIS, C'MON BROCK, GET IN THAT RING!!!!
Sadly for Corey Graves, he could shout for the next thousand years, it wouldn't matter. At this point it was too late for Brock Lesnar, there was nothing that could stop what was about to happen next, destiny was already written at this point....
AJ straightens out his back and unleashes a loud AHHHHHH, he's clearly in alot of pain, but he braves through the pain as he reaches above his head and unhooks the World Heavyweight Championship.
(Lillian Garcia) The winner of this match, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE PHENOMENAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAJJJJJJJJ STYYLLLLLEESSS!!!!!!!!!
(Mauro Ranallo) MAMA MIA!!!!!!!!! AJ STYLES DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!! WE HAVE A NEW XWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!
(Corey Graves) I don't know if I've ever been this sick to my stomach in my life, a man just got ROBBED of his title and you all cheer for it, absolutely disgusting. I mean what is this world coming too??? I'm disappointed in you Mauro, then again, I shouldn't have expected anything less of you, you're no better then these fickle fans in attendance tonight.
AJ stands atop the ladder in tears as he clutches his newly won World Heavyweight Championship. Some of those tears may be from the sheer amount of pain he's in right now, but I guarantee you 90% of those tears are tears of joy. The last 6 months for AJ Styles have been far from easy, it's been an emotional roller coaster for him, but at the end of the day, it was all worth it, he can now call himself World Heavyweight Champion. AJ grabs the belt with both hands and lifts it high above his head for the fans as the graphic comes across declaring him the new XWL World Heavyweight Champion.
AJ steps down the rungs of the ladder before stepping off it completely and rolling underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring where he proceeds to nearly stumble and fall over after this brutal war he's endured, but he's managed to stay on his feet and raises his title once again for the fans to see.
AJ then takes the belt and places it over his right shoulder as he slowly walks backwards up the ramp slapping some lucky fans hands along the way, something that AJ hasn't done in a long time.
AJ stops at the top of the ramp and holds his title in front of him proudly with a big smile on his face, and after the war he's gone through tonight, he's certainly earned the right to celebrate this win.
AJ grabs the title with both hands and holds it high above his head one more time for the fans, as soon as the title was above AJ's head, a huge set of pyro began to go off on the stage and confetti began falling from the rafters to celebrate the historic moment we've just witnessed here tonight.
(Mauro Ranallo) What a special moment we've just seen ladies and gentleman, AJ Styles celebrating winning the World Heavyweight Championship here tonight at Roulette. That man went through 6 months of hell with Brock Lesnar, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose. At times, AJ seemed to have snapped, he lost his cool, he did some pretty questionable things, but tonight, he came out here and gave it everything he had. He told Brock Lesnar a few weeks ago that Brock would have to kill him to beat him this time around, and folks I'm here to tell you that AJ Styles was not lying when he made that statement.
(Mauro Ranallo) This match could've been over at the 20 or 30 minute mark, maybe even sooner, but AJ Styles would not die, and to Brock Lesnar's credit, neither would he. AJ and Brock battled for over an hour and 15 minutes, they battled ALL OVER this arena, in the ring, at ringside, through the crowd, on the stage, on the ramp, you name it, they battled there at some point tonight. The bottom line is this ladies and gentlemen, these two men came out here and they went to war, each man was hellbent on beating the other, not just for gold, but for their pride and dignity as men, and on this night, when all was said and done, AJ Styles finally got the better of Brock Lesnar and will now forever go down in the history books as one of a select few competitors to hold the prestigious XWL World Heayvweight Championship.
(Corey Graves) Blah blah blah, suck up to AJ Styles even more why don't ya, the fact is this, tonight, AJ may walk out of here with Brock Lesnar's title, but he won't be holding it for very long. Brock Lesnar has a contractual rematch clause and when these two men do meet in the ring again, the result will be the same as it's been every single time these two have met in the ring under pinfall and submission stipulations, it will end with AJ Styles taking an involuntary trip to Suplex City and Brock Lesnar reclaiming what's rightfully his, the World Heavyweight Championship, go ahead, bet on it, it'll be the easiest money you've ever made people....
AJ places his title belt over his left shoulder and directs his victorious smile at Brock Lesnar who's still at the ringside area near the announce table getting attended to by medical staff as Roulette heads to it's first ad break of the evening.
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Roulette moves to the backstage area after coming off such a huge opening match where we find the one and only Dean Ambrose walking into the arena. The camera follows him as he tapes up his wrists, prepping for war against Bobby Roode later tonight, making his way through the backstage area.
Without much notice, he is no longer alone, but accompanied by the young and beautiful, Renee Young.
[Renee Young] Dean, can I get a word, please?
Reluctantly, Dean stops, not really looking at Renee, really seeming to want to keep going.
[Renee Young] Dean, first and foremost are you aware of what just happened out there, mere moments ago?
[Dean Ambrose] Yep.
The "yep." rolls off very non chalantly as Dean seems to not even be worried about the World Title situation.
[Renee Young] Are you in the least bit surprised or interested in what will come next?
[Dean Ambrose] Nope.
With that, Ambrose goes to keep walking but Renee jumps in front of him, not allowing him to sneak away that easily.
[Renee Young] Dean, I have more-
[Dean Ambrose] Are you going to be this stubborn tonight? Like, really?
There's a brief moment of silence that is broken by Ambrose yet again.
[Dean Ambrose] It's a recurring trend with you Renee, and it's freakin' annoying. Guys come into this building to wrestle, not pander to whatever the hell you want them to do. But since I realize you're going to be up my ass about it until I talk, I'm going to just go ahead and get it out of the way.
Ambrose moves the mic closer, taking up a stance next to Renee who isn't able to get a word in.
[Dean Ambrose] No, I don't care about what just happened and yes I saw it. The whole world saw it. AJ Styles just became the World Heavyweight Champion. He beat the biggest bully in the room, Big Block Brock in what many will call a classic here in XWL. But me? I ain't worried about that. Nah man because my sights are set elsewhere, per usual. Because I don't get to have the luxury of doing what I want around here, unlike you who comes up to just about anyone, pestering them with stupid questions.
Ambrose shrugs, rolling his eyes and returning to his rant.
[Dean Ambrose] Nah tonight, I'm hooked on only one thing and we all know what that is. Bobby Roode. So before you even get into questioning me about that, allow me to take the stage for you. Tonight, I'm in a match with the man who is at fault for me not being in the World Title Match tonight. The man, who denied me access to what is freakin' mine and if there is one thing he shouldn't of done, is that. You want a fight with me? Fine. I don't back down man. But instead you took the cowards way and made yourself my priority.
[Dean Ambrose] Bobby, you and I got some issues. Tonight we're going to work them out. I don't give a single damn what that wheel decides because tonight, it's not a six man tag match. It's not a no touch clause. It's not a car saving your ass. Tonight, it's you and me and we're going to dance till one of us can't dance no more. Let me tell you, it's not going to be me who fall short this time.
Ambrose points at the camera now, obviously talking directly to Roode.
[Dean Ambrose] You want a fight? You got it. You want a war? Sure. Just remember you asked for this Roode, not I. There ain't enough of Layla's ass you can kiss to get you out of what's going to happen to you later tonight and you can damn sure bet your so called "glorious" ass on that.
Ambrose cocks his head back to Renee, speaking to her once again.
[Dean Ambrose] After that, ask me about the World Title sweetheart. Ambrose, out.
With that, Ambrose pushes his way past Renee who isn't even able to form words. She looks aw struck at what was just said as the camera moves elsewhere.[/b][/b]
The camera now cuts back to ringside where Ranallo and Graves are preparing for the next match to take place.
[Mauro Ranallo] Those are some strong words from XWL’s lunatic fringe. I for one am surely looking forward to his battle with Bobby Roode tonight. Not to mention that their match type will be determined by the spin of the Roulette wheel.
[Corey Graves] Look the only thing I can agree with Dean on is that, it doesn’t matter what type of match they have tonight simply because there is no way that the glorious one will lose. Bobby Roode is going to teach Dean a lesson tonight and I for one can’t wait to witness the glory of it all.
[Mauro Ranallo] I won’t agree with that because I can see the fury in Ambrose’s eyes and he feels that if it wasn’t for Bobby Roode costing him the number one contendership against AJ Styles, that it would have been Dean Ambrose who very well may have just left the ring as the new XWL World Heavyweight Champion.
[Corey Graves] Seriously, Mauro? Can you stop talking about that already? I’m really trying to forget that travesty we witnessed a little while ago. I mean, I feel that I should call the police because we all witnessed a crime. That was worse than Sydal taking possession of the World title that wasn’t his but tonight… AJ Styles flat out robbed Brock Lesnar as he stole the World Heavyweight Championship. It really was sickening and I hate knowing that he got away with. Honestly, I think the only thing worse than that would have been if it were Dean Ambrose stealing the World title. I’m just fed up with…
[Mauro Ranallo] Hold on just a second there, Corey. We have some commotion going on and wait just a second…
The camera pans over to see a man walking down the ramp and heading straight towards the announcers table.
[Mauro Ranallo] Corey, do you know who that is?
[Corey Graves] I’m not sure, Mauro. Do you?
[Mauro Ranallo] Actually, I believe I do. I think that’s E…
Mauro is cut off as the man walks up to them and puts on a headset and sits beside them. The man begins to speak to Corey, Mauro and the XWL fans…
[???] Mauro, Corey, it’s a pleasure for me to be here tonight. But before I say anything further. Do you know who I am?
[Corey Graves] Honestly, I think I do but I’m not familiar with who you are.
[Mauro Ranallo] Yes, I do believe that I know who you are. I believe you are Ed Gonzalez and I’ve heard about you and…
[Ed Gonzalez] You’re damn right Mauro. I am Ed Gonzalez and I am here in XWL for the first time ever tonight with a purpose.
[Corey Graves] What purpose is that? If I can recall correctly, weren’t you associated with SOOL?
[Ed Gonzalez] You are right, Mr. Graves. I was with SOOL in the past but unlike many of my SOOL counterparts, I jumped that shipped before it sank. I saw what was going on around there and I refused to be a part of failure because I am a winner. I am a walking success story and I figure that I bring me and my new purpose here to SOO… I mean XWL. I’m sorry, I was there for nearly six years, I’ll get used things around here.
[Mauro Ranallo] Well, allow me to be the first to welcome you to XWL. So what’s this purpose you speak of? Last I remember, you were a backstage correspondent for SOOL, is that what you’ll be bringing to XWL or are you looking to take your actions into the ring?
[Ed Gonzalez] Once again you are correct… Damn Mauro, were you a SOOL fan? Nah, you probably were just a big fan of mine. It’s all good. However, I’m going to have to correct you on both of your assumptions. No, I am not here to conduct interviews and whatever else the backstage peeps do around here. I’m done with that and I made plenty of money doing that stuff back in SOOL. I’m not here to be a backstage monkey, and actually I’m not here to compete in the ring. That’s just not me because it wouldn’t be fair if I did… I’d kick everyone’s ass and yeah that type of dominance just would make things uninteresting… I’m just too damn good and no one wants to see me winning every night because it would just get boring. It's not like I'm trying to be John Cena from 2012 here.
[Corey Graves] Honestly, Ed, I don’t know you, but I love your swagger. Your confidence and bravado reminds me of myself and I can sure as Hell appreciate that. So why don’t you go ahead and tell us what is your purpose here in XWL.
[Ed Gonzalez] Thank you, Corey. Let me go ahead and get to that because I know that my fans out there are just dying to know. I’m ready to take on a new chapter in my career and I’m ready to succeed like all the greats before me. I’m here to in XWL to become the greatest MANAGER in XWL history. I understand that XWL has premiere athletes and I want to be the manager to guide these athletes to becoming legends and future Hall of Famers. Over the next few weeks, I’m looking to recruit the proper talent that I feel that I can help ascend to the top. I’m looking to take my clients to the promise land where they will win matches, championships and kick more ass than any other alliance of superstars has ever done before. I’m here to make a difference and bring greatness to XWL and I will not fail because failure is never an option for me.
Ed stands up as he takes the headset off and shakes hands with Mauro and Corey before heading to the back. Ed can be heard telling the audience that everything is about to change. The camera fades away to a commercial break.
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Wyatt makes his way out. But unlike before he is dressed in jeans and a hoodie with no lantern. He slowly makes his way down the ramp as the crowd cheers. He gets in the ring and soaks in the cheers before asking for a mic.
BRAY WYATT Two months ago Leo Kruger tried to end my career by any means necessary. (crowd boos) He threw me from that cell with intention. With a purpose I have never seen. A purpose I thought I had. I fell 18 feet neck first onto the announce table. Amazingly I managed to get back to my feet and continue to fight. But in the end it was not enough, and in reality the better man won. A better man takes advantage and uses his surroundings to succeed in his mission. And succeed he did. But, even if I have to build myself back up through the ranks, we will meet again Leo Kruger. That title will be mine again weather you are holding it or not. (Wyatt paces around the ring) In my two months away recovering, pondering my future. A new truth hit me. It hit me hard, harder than that table two months ago. And that brings me to AJ Lee, who I christened Sister April many months ago. You did what you thought was best for you and the 'Darkness". You were right, i did abandon you for my gain. I did fail as a leader, I did fall to those unworthy. I fell as you risen to the top. So I understand why you did it, why you thought you had too. And in the end AJ, I am sorry. I am sorry i did this to you. That I, and I alone created this monstrosity inside you. For you see, it was all based on lies of a sad old woman.
RANALLO What does he mean by that?
BRAY WYATT In my time away it finally dawned on me. There is no war, there is no Darkness. No endless battle between good and evil. Light and dark. Its just man vs man, thought vs thought. Ideology and belief are what changed us as a society. Changed us for the worse, made us hate each other. Brother killing brother, sister killing sister. For what? For the winner to declare they were right? Nah man, that's bullshit. And im so tired of it. When Abigail found me, I was lost and broken. Afraid of my future and what it entailed. She saw this and twisted my fears into her goals. She took a lost lonely boy and turned him into a monster. And like the hand that feeds, I in return turned others into those same monsters. Took broken men and women and changed them. Not for the better, but for my own selfish needs. And i am sorry. Sorry for the chaos i brought to this world,brought to this organization. So AJ, you can keep the Darkness, and you can keep fighting this delusion. This "war", because I will not.
GRAVES Is he saying what I think he's saying?
BRAY WYATT I thought I was a God born for greatness. Immortal. But in the end, Gods or not. We all die as men. So I stand before you, Not Bray Wyatt the Agent of Darkness, Not Bray Wyatt the Face of Fear. Not Bray Wyatt the Prophet. No, I stand before you as Bray Wyatt the man. And i will fix what I have broken.
Wyatt leaves his mic in the ring as the crowd looks on confused.
As his music plays Wyatt makes his way up the ramp and to the back
RANALLO Has Bray Wyatt turned his back on the Darkness? Is he truly a changed man?
We go to the next segment
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[MAURO RANALLO] Certainly we'll have to see what will happen in the coming weeks with the odyssey of the Eater of Worlds but later on tonight, in our main event, we will see Mia Yim defend the XWL Women's Championship against Sister April! This is the first time that the women of XWL have ever main-evented a Special Event, and Corey, it's got me all kinds of excited!
[COREY GRAVES] Yeah, I'm sure you wet yourself at the mere sight of a women, Ranallo, but I for one and looking forward to seeing what these two beautiful and dangerous women can do when they're thrust into the spotlight here tonight. The only question I have is: Who will bet it all? And who will walk away with nothing?
[MAURO RANALLO] Well, Corey, that's actually two questions, but I do get your point, it is absolutely incredible that the women of XWL have gotten center stage tonight, and without our General Manager, Layla? We might not have a Women's Division at all. The Original First Lady of XWL has certainly left an impact on XWL and professional wrestling as a whole, and-
[COREY GRAVES] Wait...Mauro! Do you know who this is!?
[MAURO RANALLO] How can I not know who comes out to "Also Sprach Zarathrustra", Corey! You want to talk about leaving a lasting legacy in the world of professional wrestling, you can never leave out this man!
The crowd in Las Vegas goes nuts as the former sixteen time World Heavyweight Champion, Ric Flair arrives in an XWL arena! Flair stands on the stage soaking in the ovation from the XWL faithful before letting out one of his trademark Wooo's! The "Nature Boy" smirks as he struts down the ramp towards the ring, guiding himself through the ropes before beckoning for a microphone.
[RIC FLAIR] My god, how good it feels to be standing in a ring again! It's got me feelin' like this old man can go 'round just ONE MORE TIME! Haha. For those of you who...may not know who I am. I just got one question: How big a rock you been livin' under!? I'm the six..teen...time World Champion, the Nature Boy! WOOO!
Flair guides himself towards the ropes, bouncing off them before doing the famous strut, sliding a hand through his slightly balding hair before continuing.
[RIC FLAIR] I was one of the founding fathers of the greatest group of men to ride together in the history of pro wrestling: The Four Horsemen! I'm in six different wrestling Hall of Fames! A legend and a champion...everywhere I've been! But tonight...tonight ain't about me, brother, no, it's about all those young studs and young ladies in the back who are comin' out here tonight, whether ya love 'em or ya hate 'em, to perform for each and every one of you here tonight in Vegas, baby! And y'know...after this, I feel like hittin' the Strip, 'cause for one night only, Space Mountain is back in business! Wooo!
[COREY GRAVES] I'd go so far as to say Ric Flair was the original leader of the Filth Parade.
[RIC FLAIR] But you know...I can list my accolades and accomplishments 'til I'm sittin' here blue in the face, but there's one accomplishment that I'm most proud of...and that's being a father. And tonight, I couldn't be more proud, because I have the honor...and the privilege...of introducing to you, the next generation of the Flair Dynasty! And I guarantee you this! She will be the next XWL Women's Champion, whether ya like it or not! So now...I'd like to introduce my little girl...please welcome my daughter, Charlotte! Wooo!
Charlotte makes her XWL debut in the grand fashion her father has allowed her to become accustomed to, a robe similar to her father's draped over her body as she lifts her arms up with a confident smirk as she made her own way down to the ring, doing a handstand-powered flip and landing straight on her feet before using her flexibility to slide underneath the ring and back roll to her feet once more, her father clapping for her every second as she made her debut to the XWL fans in grand fashion. However, upon hugging her father, she quickly becomes teary-eyed as she gently takes the microphone from her father, clearly choked up at the idea that she had finally made it on the grand stage, the crowd cheering for the Flair Family.
[COREY GRAVES] My god, Mauro...she's beautiful, she's athletic, and she has that certain swagger that she no doubt got from her father. It'd be hard-pressed to find someone who could say that Charlotte isn't the total package.
[MAURO RANALLO] She certainly does have a natural charisma and athleticism, that I can already tell. But only time can tell what Charlotte can bring to the squared circle.
Charlotte looks down as she tries to fight back tears of raw emotion as she begins to address the XWL fans, sniffling softly.
[CHARLOTTE] Thanks, Dad...i-it means so, so much to me that you were the one who got to introduce me to the world. Who better...than the sixteen time World Heavyweight Champion? But...I-I just wish that it was in a place with far more prestige...than this absolute cesspool of a town, Las Vegas...
Charlotte slowly looks up to the now hateful crowd in Las Vegas with a smirk of pure confidence and arrogance. Charlotte quickly gathers her composure, clearly having faked the emotion shown and now showing the real Charlotte; showing how calm and calculated that she truly is. A sly grin appears on the face of The Nature Boy as well, gently rubbing his daughter's shoulder.
[COREY GRAVES] Hahaha, I love it, Mauro!
[MAURO RANALLO] Clearly she didn't get her manners from her father...
[CHARLOTTE] They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and for my sake? I sure hope that's true, because God knows what I've caught just stepping into this place. You people should be bowing at my feet for even deciding to make my grand debut in such a dump! I should be making my debut in an arena like Madison Square Garden! Because at least New York City has people with class, rather than people who bet it all and lose it all because each and every one of you are just that: losers.
[CHARLOTTE] None of you know what it's like to be the greatest wrestler of your generation! No one in this arena besides my father knows what it's like to experience greatness! And my father experienced greatness in the ring with his sixteen world championships...and then on April 5th, 1986, he experienced greatness once more when he held me in his arms for the first time!
Ric smirks and nods his head, bowing to his daughter as he stood beside her, the daughter of the Nature Boy now soaking in the boos without a care in the world.
[CHARLOTTE] It doesn't matter who leaves Roulette with the XWL Women's Championship...no, it doesn't matter one damn bit. Because the only woman that the world will remember after tonight, is me! Because I am the new top of the food chain in the Women's Division! Nothing is going to stop me from holding the Women's Championship. Sister April and Mia Yim? They'll fade into obscurity and they'll fall like the rest. Eva Marie? She hasn't been relevant since Final Stand in New Orleans. Layla? Retired, because she knows she can't go anymore. Bayley? Injured. Paige? Gone, again. Natalya? She's getting up there in age, too...she'll be gone by the end of the year, probably. None of the women in this division hold a candle to my talent, my beauty, and my success.
[CHARLOTTE] I've been successful since I could walk. Everything I've done, I've excelled at. Gymnastics, basketball, college, and now professional wrestling is the next area that this Queen will conquer. No one in this division holds a candle to me or my accomplishments. And come November 21st, after this little 'offseason', on the Season Premiere of Anarchy, you'll see the beginning...of my rise to the top. I am the future of women's wrestling, and I will make women's wrestling relevant again! Do you wanna know why? Because I'll do it...with Flair. Wooo!
Charlotte lets the microphone drop to the mat with a thud, raising her arms as she gives off a confident smirk, Ric Flair bowing before her again as we cut to an advertisement for our next Special Event, Breakthrough!
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Mon Oct 24, 2016 7:58 am
The bell rings as this Extreme Rules match was now under way. Roman was in his corner - running his hands through his hair as Nakamura stretches in the corner, in his own unusual fashion. The crowd are already on tender hooks as both men step into the middle of the ring. Both of these men know the damage that the other can do, forget about weapons - what Roman can do with his fists and what Nakamura could do with his legs, that's what you had to worry about. There was a quick sharp handshake as both men step away from each other. Nakamura is applauding Roman, as Roman nods in approval before the referee steps away from between both competitors and signals for this match to begin. Roman is side stepping around the ring, around Nakamura himself limbers himself up shaking his limbs before both men lock up in the middle of the ring. Both men are jostling for position until Roman backs himself up into the ropes before switching positions with Nakamura, using his hips and strength as Nakamura’s back is arched over the top rope. That is until Roman releases his grip and uses Nakamura’s arm to throw him off the ropes to the other side of the ring, Nakamura rebounds but is caught with a text book big right hand to the jaw sending him rolling across the ring. Roman pops up to his feet and just cracks his head from side to side as he flexes his fingers - all too easy so far. Nakamura coughs and tries to roll to his stomach, but Roman is quick to stop that and goes for a quick lateral press forcing Nakamura’s shoulders down to the canvas.
ONE - TWO - KICKOUT!
Roman quickly rolls out of the ring and then to the cheer of the crowd he would slide his hands under the ring - grabbing a chair and throwing it into the ring - then a table - yanking it out and setting it up on the outside - as he does this Nakamura quickly slides out of the ring - spearing Roman right into the barricade - Roman back arches as Nakamura then picks him up and drops him head first onto the barricade as Roman slumps to the ground. Nakamura then looks under the ring - grabbing another table and sliding it into the ring and then grabbing a kendo stick as he raises it high into the air and brings it down on Roman back - over and over and over again until Roman Rolls into the ring. Nakamura follows after him as Roman was up - running of the ropes and shoulder tackling Nakamura sending him flying to the floor and dropping the kendo stick as Roman grabs it and then in turn brings it down upon Nakamura back - over and over and over again until Nakamura manages to get back up to his feet only for Roman to break the stick over Nakamura head as he crumbles down as Roman makes the cover.
ONE - TWO - KICKOUT!
Nakamura kicks his legs and gets one shoulder off the mat, that’s all that’s needed to keep him in this match. Roman doesn’t argue or make a big deal out of the count and instead slaps on a chin lock to try wear and grind down Nakamura, the crowd boo as Roman ignores them, he was going to wear Nakamura down before defeating him. Nakamura might be hurt and might be in a tough spot but he’s got enough wits about him to get on one knee as quick as possible and before long he’s back up to a vertical base, as much as he can do with Roman holding his head tightly. Nakamura tries to move closer to the ropes but Roman isn’t allowing him to go anywhere, even getting to his feet wasn’t in his plans. That is until Nakamura steps behind Roman and hoists him up looking for a back suplex - but Roman lands on his feet and grabs the neck of Nakamura drilling him with a reverse DDT! Nakamura rolls to the ropes and picks himself up as he turns around as Roman smashes the chair right over his head - bending it in half as Nakamura falls and Roman throws the broken chair out of the ring. He then in turn rolls out himself - looking under the ring and grabbing a trash can full of weapons and rolling that into the ring. Roman slides back in and empties the trash can - picking up a massive Red Stop Sign - when Nakamura was back up - Roman smacks him right over the head with it - again dropping Nakamura down and making the cover.
ONE - TWO - KICKOUT!
This time Nakamura takes longer but he kicks out much the same as the last! Nakamura gets back as he side kicks Roman and then grabs a bat from the ground and drives it into the gut of Roman - Roman bends over as Nakamura smacks the bat over his back and then once again for good measure as he goes to walk away as Roman reaches out and grabs him by his long hair and pulls him close, looking to connect with another big move but Nakamura twists around despite his hair being in the clutches of Roman and as Roman comes towards him Nakamura connects with a thunderous lariat! Tremendous explosive power from a standing start! Roman twists in mid air as Nakamura looks down at the fallen big guy as he struggles to get to his feet, on all fours as Nakamura leans against the ring ropes before leaping up into the air looking for an Axe Kick, but he MISSES! Roman rolls out of the way as Nakamura’s foot plants in the canvas jarring his knee, only for Roman to charge and connect with a SUPERMAN PUNCH! Nakamura lights were clocked out as he stumbles and falls. Roman would beat his chest as he would pick Nakamura up and run with him - sending him flying over the ropes and crashing into the table that was set up on the outside of the ring. Roman was in total control as Nakamura lay outside broken in half. In the ring Roman grabs the other table and places it upwards in the corner - rolling out of the ring and grabbing Nakamura out of the pile of wood and rolling him into the ring and making a cover.
ONE - TWO - KICKOUT!
Nakamura is on dream street, dizzy, dazed, confused and seeing stars as he gets up - getting a hard slap across the face as Roman runs off the ropes and comes back to Nakamura and jumps in the air to take him down, but Nakamura turns around just in time to catch Roman on his shoulders and in one fluid motion sends him overhead dropping him down on his neck with a Death Valley Driver! Thunderous impact as Roman folds up like an accordion with Nakamura holding the legs.
ONE - TWO - KICKOUT!
Roman powers out, somehow, someway he got his shoulder of the canvas and Nakamura finally shows some frustration as he slaps the canvas three times, indicating to the referee he thought it was over. Its not Nakamura’s style and he soon composes himself, rising to his feet as he begins shaking and dancing as the crowd rise up to their feet…they know what’s coming. Roman is up, he’s clueless as to his surroundings or where Nakamura is…..KINSHASA….NO! SUPERMAN PUNCH FROM ROMAN! A sixth sense as Roman hears Nakamura hurtling towards him, leaps forward and catches Nakamura with a hard punch, but he’s crawling to the ring ropes for safety! He gets up to his feet - standing near the table as Roman runs and connects with THE SPEAR! Nakamura is broken in half as Roman makes the cover.
ONE - TWO - THREE!
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen - the winner of this contest - Roman Reigns
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Wed Oct 26, 2016 11:53 am
The camera cuts away from Roman celebrating his impressive victory over Nakamura to Layla in front of a wheel. There is a knock at the door and she yells for that person to come in. In walks Seth Rollins, and the crowd erupts in cheers.
(Layla) Hello Seth, I assume you're here to spin the wheel correct?
Seth smiles and rubs his hands together as he looks at all the match choices littering the wheel
[Seth Rollins] I've been waiting for this for weeks now. The chance to get my hands on Eric Young and more importantly, Randy Orton. I gotta say Layla, the anticipation is killing me! So lets find out what exactly we're gonna be doing tonight!
Layla nods her head and gestures to Seth to come over. Seth stares at the wheel for a second before giving it a pull
Seth's smile gets even bigger as he sees what the wheel lands on. He claps repeatedly as he starts to laugh a somewhat loud obnoxious laugh. He grabs Layla by the shoulder who looks a little weirded out by Seth's behavior
[Seth Rollins] This is GREAT! You mean to tell me I can choose ANY match I want?
Layla slowly peels Seth's hands off of her but smiles none the less
(Layla) That is correct Seth. Any match you want! So the ball really is in your court at this moment
Seth nods and seems to be in deep thought. Like a light bulb turning on Seth's eye get a shine to them and he begins to grin and laugh again. He turns to Layla with that same grin on his face [Seth Rollins] I'm gonna do my best to stack the deck again my opponents tonight. So I think we're gonna take this somewhere I'm more than comfortable while my foes stay grounded. If you're watching Eric and Orton, be prepared. I'm about to take you guys to match of the night because we're doing this is a LADDERS MATCH! The crowd goes nuts at the declaration of a ladders match. Especially after the classic they saw to open the show earlier from Styles and Lesnar
[Seth Rollins] The only problem is...we really don't have anything to grab at the top of that ladder
(Layla) Don't you worry about that. I'll come up with something. You just go and get ready for your match. I have a feeling this might be one of the more brutal matches on this card
[Seth Rollins] Wouldn't be fun if it wasn't
Seth winks at her before exiting the office as the camera pans to black
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sat Oct 29, 2016 7:02 pm
The camera switches immediately to Broken Matt's house as we slowly pan the front of the house. The front door opens, and the camera quickly moves into the home. We see Broken Matt, Reby Hardy, and Senor Benjamin sitting in the living room.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Tonight is the night Brother Nero, and myself finally clash..
Broken Matt smiles at the thought of the fight, and he turns his head to look at Senor Benjamin
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. My friend.. You must prepare the battlefield for the fight between Brother Nero, and myself.
Broken Matt stands up, and looks directly at the camera
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. I have tried to gain foresight for the outcome of the wheel, but not even The Seven Deities could see into the future to tell me the outcome of the wheel. They said the outcome is unpredictable..
Broken Matt chuckles to himself
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. I am willing to sacrifice everything just to delete Jeff Hardy from existence, and render him OBSOLETE!
Reby Hardy, and Senor Benjamin both stand up at the same time
.:Reby Hardy & Senor Benjamin:. OBSOLETE!
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. AHahahaaha yes! Mule with the camera please if you will follow me outside as you will see something quite beautiful...
Broken Matt walks past the camera man, and walks out the front door, The cameraman follows close behind Broken Matt out the front door. They begin walking a dirt path that leads to a big building.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. You may ask yourself what is this wonderful erection that you have feast your eyes upon?
Broken Matt opens the door to the building, and walks inside holding the door open for the camera man to come through. As soon as the camera man walks in Broken Matt releases his grip upon the door, and throws his arms out wide. He begins to smile as he starts smiling.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. This is where it all began. Mine, and Brother Nero's start into wrestling. It's quite fitting don't you think? Where it all began will be our battleground tonight..
Broken Matt begins laughing, and abruptly stops
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Now the only question that remains is what is the stipulation for mine, and Brother Nero's match tonight. So to answer said question I had Senor Benjamin create a wheel with stipulations hand picked by my Broken brilliance.
Senor Benjamin comes into camera frame holding the wheel with a stand for it, and Senor Benjamin begins to set up the wheel with Broken Matt's help. Broken Matt gazes upon as he begins smiling at it.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. ahahah yes! What a wonderful creation Senor Benjamin..
.:Senor Benjamin:. Thank you Mr. Hardy. I do think it's time we spin the wheel so we may prep the battlefield for action..
Broken Matt laughs uncontrollably as he spins it, and watches the wheel
Broken Matt smile slowly fades away as he sees what has been picked.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. It appears Brother Nero's daughter Ruby will be something far more greater than her dad ever was, and that is a Hardy. She will be introduced to my Broken world, and will never want to leave. I am will be the father she never had. Unlike Brother Nero.. I will actually be there for you, Ruby. You will have guardians who love, and truly care about you. Also you will have an extraordinary little brother in King Maxel. I know for sure I will not lose. I will defend King Maxel until my last breath, because that is what the Seven Deities command. So I beg you Brother Nero..
Broken Matt gets close to the camera chomping his teeth together
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Bring everything you got at me, and then you will see it will still not be enough to stop me. Now camera mule get out of my sight before I DELETE you from existence....
Broken Matt starts chomping his teeth together again as he steps towards the camera. The camera man turns, and runs as the camera cuts to a commercial break.
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sat Oct 29, 2016 11:00 pm
The camera goes backstage to see the door of the Rated R Superstar. The door is cracked open enough to see that the lights are off, but something is on the room to give off a dim light. upon cracking the door further we see Edge sitting on a bench, hunched over, with a towel over his head watching the Television. On the screen was a hardcore match with one of the participants being Cactus Jack. Edge was carefully watching the bout, oblivious to everything around him, studying every single move Cactus Jack made. After a few moments, Edge sensed someone was at the door and without taking his eyes off the screen he motions for the camera crew to come in. As the camera crew walked Edge's eyes could be seen. His intense gaze was on the T.V. and after a second longer he paused the clip, took the towel off his head and looked up very calm.
Edge
There has only been one thing on my mind the past week.. 'Someone has stepped in my way, and has tried to take my opportunity.' For the past week I have thought about how this man, was given MY title shot. He has done nothing to earn it. All he does is cut a sketchy promo every week with the same catchphrase, and he was blessed with a title shot that he didn't earn. I busted my ass for my shot and it was ripped away from me, and honestly Jack your crying last week about how your title shot was ruined only did one thing. PISS ME OFF.
Edge now rises from his seat, and that once calm look fades into a furious and intense stare from Edge. His body once relaxed, now tensed up, Edge making anxiously keeps opening and clinching his fists, he grits his teeth and begins again.
Edge
Who the Hell do you think you are for thinking you're entitled to MY title shot? All you have done is step in my way. You are a filthy bag of bones who, for his family sake, should just retire. Jack you might be a hardcore legend, and might think that throwing a tantrum and hurting yourself may intimidate me, but in my eyes, you are nothing more than a relic of the past. Your "glory days" have long past and fighting now is a death sentence. You can think that you have a fighting chance, but I have studied every last move you know, EVERY LAST ONE.
Before continuing, Edge pauses. He lifts his head to the ceiling and smiles
You know what? I'm tired of warning people, that's all I do. Jack I can't wait to tear you limb from limb in front of your family, and Layla, please accept Jack's request to make the match EXTREME RULES, because if he wants to get extreme so bad, so be it. I am going to enjoy every last second, of mercilessly hitting you with a chair over the head, over and over again. Jack, tonight you will know what it truly means to be extreme. Tonight there will be nobody to save you, and I will make this match your last. I am going to make you wish you retired years ago...
Edge stops yelling and returns to that calm peaceful state.
Edge
Tonight you will learn to never take an opportunity form the Ultimate Opportunist
Edge sits back down on the bench and resumes the Cactus Jack match as the camera fades
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 1:28 am
Damn Harmon, that fucked up
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 5:42 am
Roulette returns from an advertising break and we're immediately taken to the backstage area where the new World Heavyweight Champion AJ Styles can be seen dusting off his newly won championship belt as he makes he way down a hallway.
AJ continues down the hallway with the title over his shoulder before making a left turn and stepping into the backstage interview area where Charly Caruso and a cameraman are standing by to conduct an interview with the Phenomenal World Champion.
(Charly Caruso) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, your new World Heavyweight Champion!!! AJ Styles!!!
AJ steps into the view of the camera with his newly won World Heavyweight Championship placed perfectly over his right shoulder.
(Charly Caruso) AJ, I wanna congratulate on you your victory earlier tonight, how did it feel when you climbed the ladder and unhooked that championship?
(AJ Styles) It was a feeling unlike anything I've ever felt in my career, it was simply surreal. As you know, I've won alot of championship gold outside of XWL throughout my career, but that's the thing, it's always been OUTSIDE of XWL, this title over my shoulder has eluded me throughout my entire career, and tonight, I went through over 1 hour of hell to finally climb to the top of the mountain in this company. All the months of fighting with Brock with me coming out on the losing end or sprawled out onto concrete in parking lots, all of that was absolute hell. It felt like a bottomless abyss that I'd never get out of, but I did, I climbed up out of that abyss, and waiting for me on the surface, was this.. (AJ pats his World Title on his shoulder) Tonight, there was no outside interference, there was no Roman Reigns, there was no Dean Ambrose, there was no Matt Sydal, It was just Me and Brock one on one. AJ Styles vs The Beast in this arena with no limits, no rules, and no interference with this title on the line and nothing to get in our way.
(AJ Styles) From the moment I beat Roman months ago, all I wanted was a one on one World Championship opportunity, but I constantly got railroaded time and time again because of people like Ambrose getting 50 million rematches, and people like Brock bullying their way into a title shot. Emergence was not what I wanted, I didn't ask for a damn 4 way match for the belt, but nonetheless I took it, I went in there and felt primed to win it before that lunatic lost his mind and planted Me and Roman with Dirty Deeds, all he had to do was watch his freakin back, but nope, F5 and it was game over. But that didn't sit right with me, people can say I whined and complained for my title shot, but in my mind, I never whined or complained, I just wanted what I EARNED, and no one can deny that I EARNED my shot, tonight, I finally got it, and I made good on it. I told Brock, you're gonna have to kill me to beat me, and he damn well tried, he hit me with F5 after F5, but it just wasn't enough. The one thing Brock didn't realize, is that I wasn't ready to die. I went out there and fought as though my back was against the wall and it was kill or be killed, and tonight, AJ Styles lived to tell the tale. This victory isn't just for me, it's for anyone and everyone who's stuck by me and supported me throughout these last 6 months, my family, my fans, thank you all, I'm bringing this belt home to P1Palace for all of you.
(Charly Caruso) How do you feel knowing that you'll have to face Brock Lesnar at least one more time seeing as he has a contractual rematch clause?
(AJ Styles) Well, like I said, AJ Styles lived to tell the tale, but there's no doubt, the beast isn't dead. I didn't kill the beast tonight, I wounded him, but I didn't kill him... I won the battle, but I damn sure haven't won the war, not yet. There's still at least one more chapter to go in the story of The Phenomenal One vs The Beast. There's still at least one more battle left to be fought between AJ Styles and Brock Lesnar, and you can bet your ass I'm gonna dig even deeper then I did tonight, and I'm gonna go to whatever lengths I have to, and I'm gonna give whatever I have left in this body of mine to go out there, and kill the Beast once and fo-
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
The sound of two flat hands coming together to create a clap stopped the new Heavyweight Champion in his tracks as the attention of both Styles and the interviewer has turned to where it came from. And to no surprise, it's Paul Heyman. The Advocate of the man who AJ Styles beat earlier in tonight's show to capture that World Championship that The Phenomenal One proudly wore on his shoulder. He walked into frame and before he spoke, his attention turned to the female. He made more of a 'shoo' motion at her, feeling that there was no need for her to be here anymore. She was just an interviewer after all, and like many times before, it has proven to be a dangerous setting whenever these two men stood face to face, eye to eye.
[PAUL HEYMAN] I believe some congratulations are in order after what happened earlier because finally, AJ Styles did what he said he was going to do and he beat Brock Lesnar. Just when everyone was starting to lose faith in him, and I'm sure you were losing faith in yourself as well, you did what most started to consider the impossible for yourself. You not only beat Brock Lesnar, but in the process of beating the Beast Incarnate, you became the World Heavyweight Champion. I'll admit, you not only surprised me, but you also impressed me because even I lost faith in you. Like I said a couple of months ago, I knew you were one of the best wrestlers on the earth today, but I started to question if that was true considering you picked up loss after loss after loss. Nonetheless, you proved everyone wrong. Most importantly, you proved Brock Lesnar wrong.
Heyman then looked down to his hand before extending it out to the new champion, waiting for a response.
[PAUL HEYMAN] I can assure you that this is not me once again setting you up to be attacked from behind. Brock Lesnar is getting a couple of stitches after you made the Beast wear a crimson mask earlier tonight and like I said before, I am no wrestler and I do not plan on changing that. I'm an Advocate and nothing more. This is me, Paul Heyman, giving credit where credit is due. This is me saying that after what you did earlier, AJ Styles, I respect you.
(AJ Styles) I want you to understand something Paul, I haven't forgot about you screwing me over at Downpour, and I certainly haven't forgot what kinda slimy little snake you are, but tonight, I'll put all of that aside because I'm in a good mood. I may not like your client Paul, and I sure as hell don't like you, but I suppose for one night only, I'll offer my handshake to you out of respect the respect I have for your client.
AJ somewhat reluctantly extends his arm out and accepts Heyman's handshake.
[PAUL HEYMAN] Oh, but I can assure you, what has happened over the past couple of months will be forgotten because what is going to happen over the course of the next month will make what has happened seem like nothing more than child's play.
Heyman pulls his hand away from the new champion as his grin grows wide.
[PAUL HEYMAN] You see, for five months now, my Client has played with you. My Client has chewed you up and spit you out. He has done all of that for his own enjoyment and I want you to ask yourself this, AJ Styles; now that you have something that Brock Lesnar wants - what do you think the Beast Incarnate will do to you now that he has a true reason to hunt you down? Because all of those attacks and times that he has left you for the vultures, it was all for the thrill of the hunt. Now, you are holding what belongs to the King of The Jungle, the Crown Jewel of Suplex City, and life for you is about to get so much more difficult. And I am glad that you realize that this is far from over but you need to no with that whole 'yet' bullcrap because there is no 'yet' for you. You are not going to win this war. You are not going to beat Brock Lesnar again because here's the sad truth: You can only beat Brock Lesnar when pinfall and submission do not play a factor in the result.
Hand extended back out in the direction of the guerrilla position, essentially pointing in the general direction of the ring that AJ Styles and Brock Lesnar faced off in earlier tonight.
[PAUL HEYMAN] Take a look back at the match that you had tonight and realize that Brock Lesnar wasn't even in the ring when you beat him, and I want you to think about that. After all this time, you finally beat Brock Lesnar, yet you still can't pin him. You can't make him tap out. Heck, you can't even beat him while he's sharing the very same ring with you. That proves that you are nothing more than a coward who can't beat a man legitimately so he has to resort to using a match such as Tables, Ladders and Chairs in order to beat my client. You, sir, are a fraud. You, sir, are going to end up in the same position you've been in the past five months come Breakthrough. You are going to once again lose to Brock Lesnar because AJ Styles doesn't have it in him to pin, or submit, the Beast Incarnate and tonight once again proved just that. Forget Matt Sydal because he's an issue for another day because right now? My Client only cares about getting his hands on you and you know what that means?
The Advocate took a step closer to the Phenomenal One. His expression growing more angrier as his voice filled with more venom in it as he spat out his last words.
[PAUL HEYMAN] It's not going to be 'they' who don't want none of AJ Styles. It's going to be you who don't want none of Brock Lesnar.
Heyman's eyes, shooting bullets through AJ Styles, stayed on him as he slowly took a step back. The distance between the two men growing wider until The Advocate turned himself away, walking out of the frame. His client and AJ Styles kicked off Roulette in the biggest way ever, having a match that still has fans recovering, and very soon they will meet one more time, what seemed to be the end tonight, now appears as only the beginning. For AJ's climb to the top, literally...has paid off, he now stands with The Conquerer's title, as his own, and he's ready for what challenges come his way. With his hand rested on the plate of The World Title, AJ continues to stare off into the distance when he hears steps behind him, has Charly returned to finish the interview?
[?????] Excuse me, I believe you have something that belongs to me.
Before he knows it the title over his shoulder is quickly slipped off, his grasp lost...he turn around...ONLY TO BE BASHED IN THE SKULL WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! He falls to the floor, already going through such a war earlier, he wasn't expecting this...but in a way, he almost should have been. For the identity of his attacker, is none other than the man that believed he should have been contender not AJ Styles...no, The Golden Ticket to XWL's future...Matt Sydal stands over a fallen AJ Styles, his World Title in hand.
[Matt Sydal] If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a thief. You stole my number one contender's spot, and then you deprive me of my destiny, CONQUERING THE CONQUEROR TO ATTAIN THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP? You selfish bastard, you just couldn't accept your fate, could you? You couldn't face facts and realize you do not DESERVE...the World title, huh? What you did tonight, is not victory, it's delaying the INEVITABLE! I...should be World Heavyweight Champion, this should be MY...VICTORY! Do you seriously believe you earned THIS tonight? You climbed a ladder, after failing to pin or submit Brock the last FIVE months....MEANWHILE I'VE ACTUALLY PINNED HIM, ONE...TWO....THREE! SOMETHING YOU NEVER WILL DO BECAUSE YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN PHENOMENALLY PATHETIC!
Matt drops the World title then grabs the still writhing AJ off the floor, clutches him by his hair, getting right in his face shouting at him. "ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ACCEPT YOUR FATE TONIGHT! ACCEPT THAT YOU WERE A LOSER, AND HE WAS THE WINNER HE'S BEEN THIS ENTIRE TIME! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS JUST LET IT HAPPEN, STOP FIGHTING A BATTLE YOU NEVER WILL WIN! BUT YOU COULDN'T DO THAT COULD YOU?" Matt then sends AJ flying against the nearby wall, kneeling down picking the title back up off the ground and shoving it close against its new holder's face.
[Matt Sydal] This will NEVER be yours, you may be champion by name....but you don't deserve to carry this around. BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T EARN IT! I DID! DO YOU HEAR ME, AJ?! I EARNED THIS A LONG TIME AGO WHEN I SET A RECORD SIX YEARS AGO THAT STILL TO THIS DAY, HAS NOT, NOR WILL EVER BE BROKEN BY ANYONE BUT ME! I AM THE LONGEST REIGNING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN XWL HISTORY, I MADE THIS TITLE MEAN SOMETHING! AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET YOU LEAVE THIS BUILDING WITH WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY MINE!
After one last insult to injury, a slap across the face...Matt rises up, tosses The World title over his shoulder, then starts walking away...despite being granted a future World Title Match earlier in the night...he's obviously not happy about it seemingly being delayed further due to the fact that AJ dethroned Brock Lesnar. Which means Brock's rematch clause takes priority, and he's left to do nothing but watch as two men he feels do not deserve to be fighting for HIS title. So he's taking matters into his own hands, ironically stealing AJ's new prize before he even truly becomes acquainted with it. The Golden Ticket's steps get quieter and quieter, we see AJ look up only able to watch clearly too worse for wear to get up right now, let alone chase after him, as we fade.
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 12:11 pm
"AHEM!"
It echoes over the speakers, the crowd almost unanimously deciding now is the best time to start the booing. A few moments pass, and the voice known by almost everyone comes over the speakers once more.
"I said, AHEM!"
The crowd gets louder with their boos, not allowing anything else to be said.
"I SAID THAT I SAID, AHEM! WHY DO YOU PE- You know what, nevermind."
Suddenly the lights go out around the arena, the crowd not sure how to respond as this is not what usually follows the whiny voice that echoed over the arena mere moments ago. A spotlight falls, proving that it is still part of the same act, belonging to the one and only Matt Striker. He stands center stage, the spotlight on him, a smirk across his face. The crowd boos him, but he has calmed himself, not yelling anymore but instead speaking in a normal tone.
[Matt Striker] Life, is about struggle. It's about the overcoming of adversity in the time of need and about learning, from experience. Some people master this art while others, they fall short. I'd like to think the people seated around the arena tonight have learned, but they have not. They fail to see the genious in front of them each and everytime I- WILL YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!?
The crowd had started booing, showering Striker in negativity before he could even finish his spiel. Striker stops, straightening his tie, before continuing in a slightly louder voice, trying to speak over the crowd.
[Matt Striker] Tonight is about overcoming adversity yet again because tonight, it's up to a wheel to decide the fate of three men. One of which, is almost certain to win. Because he knows adversity. He has spent three long years, clawing and scratching at his chance to become something great here and has still yet to capture it. When his time arose, everything came crashing down around him. His friends all left him, and his heart was broken. Now, he's a machine. Programed to do as I tell him. Programed to do as I ask of him. Programmed to win here tonight.
Striker looks around as the crowd starts to buuld in cheers, excited for who he's introducing, not who is speaking.
[Matt Striker] Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to humbly introduce one of the greatest men in the locker room if not the single greatest. Tonight, he's going to take whatever is thrown at him and throw it right back, finally capturing glory. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce, MY BEST FRIEND, the one and only, SHOWTIME, ERIC, YOUNG!
Then the lights go out once again, the crowd erupting in cheers. In a few moments, the titantron lights up as do the lights in the arena, a theme hitting the airwaves sending the crowd into a frenzy.
The lights erupt into a green color as the man himself comes out onto stage, looking up at the sky. He eyes slide to the side, finding the ring, smirking. He's dressed in a new attire of course, showing how important this night is for him. Eric Young takes center stage, looking around for a moment before rushing the ring in a stomping fashion.
[Mauro Ranallo] Ladies and gentlemen we are underway in our next match here in Las Vegas.
[Corey Graves] And what a match it's going to be. Randy Orton is going to destroy Eric Young and Seth Rollins in no time.
[Mauro Ranallo] I'm not so sure about that Graves, but we'll have to wait and see.
He's down the ramp in no time, the crowd having reached for him to high five them but he simply ignores them, too focused on the match to come. He slides into the ring, taking off across it, head snapping left to right furiously, soaking in the crowd's love. He then turns to the ropes, moving towards them and mounting them, staring out into the crowd.
[Corey Graves] Needless to say, Eric Young seems focused here tonight with his eye on the prize.
[Mauro Ranallo] Right you are. Tonight he finally gets his hands on Randy Orton in an actual match-up, and also the man who attacked his best friend, at least in his eyes, Seth Rollins.
[Corey Graves] And honestly, I can't wait. This is going to be a good one.
He steps off of them, turning back, looking at Matt Striker who has now appeared at ringside. He kneels down by the ropes where he and Matt can talk. After a few short words, Striker goes to the ramp, heading up it, not looking back. In mere moments, he has disappeared behind the curtain again.
[Mauro Ranallo] I guess Eric wanted to fight this battle on his own!
[Corey Graves] What a fool. Matt Striker is a genious and Eric should of had him out here coaching him to victory.
The arena echos in a chorus of boos as Orton comes out onto the stage, he looks up into the crowd and throws his hands in the air as he does his signature pose, he seems to be wearing a new shirt that's light blue and has RKO on the front, he turns his back to the camera and points to where it says #OuttaNowhere he spins back around with a smirk on his face staring dagger at Eric Young who is standing in the ring and hasn't taken his eyes off of him. Orton slowly walks down the ramp in a motion that seems he isn't to eager to step into that ring tonight. He ascends the stairs still looking at Young, Young steps closer to Orton to which Orton just shakes his finger and jumps off the steps, he walks over to the announce table and sits on top of it in a relaxed pose. Young shaking his head at Orton but Orton doesn't care what Young thinks as he jumps off the table and snatches a fans popcorn. The fan yells at Orton but Orton just ignores him and sits back on the table enjoying the buttery goodness as he waits for the third man.
The crowd goes nuts for Seth Rollins! Rollins walks to the stage with a huge smile in his face as he lets the roar of approval wash over him.
Rollins stares at all the ladders that have been set up before hand around him before smiling and descending down the ramp (Mauro Ranallo) A pretty bold and what someone might call even dangerous choice that Seth Rollins has chosen tonight (Corey Graves) Seems SO confident that he's actually gonna win the match. Which is gonna make it even more satisfying when it's Orton who walks out the winner
(Mauro Ranallo) Nothing against Orton because he has just about as much a shot as either of these men but you'd be an idiot to count out Eric Young OR Seth Rollins Seth stands on the ring apron and vaults himself over the ropes. He holds his arms outstretched as the crowd cheer for him. As Seth's eyes lock with Eric Young's his smile disappears. You can see the two mouthing at each other but what they're saying can't be heard. Finally Orton slinks in the ring and seems to be creeping up on the two but both superstars heads snap towards him, stopping him in his tracks. The men all stare down each other as the ref points to the mysterious briefcase at the top. Neither man know what it holds and if it's even worth putting their body through this kind of torture. But there is only one way to find out. The ref calls for the bell as this triple threat starts
S P O I L E R S
A H E A D ! ! !
Orton grasps the case as he holds it close. He slowly descends the ladder and holds the case up much to the dismay of the crowd. He rolls out of the ring and goes into the back holding the case high and leaving Young and Rollins in the ring staring him down with anger in their eyes. The camera pans back to the ring where Young and Seth stand, having a moment to theirselves. Randy's theme slowly dies out as the crowd chants the two's names, having wanted them to win over the jerk that is Orton.
[Corey Graves] Though I don't like either of these guys too much, they deserve this reaction.
[Mauro Ranallo] I couldn't agree with you more Graves. These two deserve every ounce of it.
Seth stands, running a hand through his hair while Young sits in the corner, eyes staring at the mat. Rollins moves towards him, standing over him for a moment with his hands on his hips. He then slowly extends a hand as a sign of respect to Young. Eric slowly looks up at it, face not explaining thought. He then pulls himself up using the top rope, allowing him to stand and address the hand in front of him.
[Mauro Ranallo] What a sign of respect!
[Corey Graves] Alright, this is overkill.
The crowd is showering the sign of respect in cheers galore, in love with the idea of these two heroes of the people having mutual respect with each other. Young looks around at the crowd, then to the hand, mulling over his options. Then his hand leaves his side, slowly coming out to shake Seth's.
"STOP!"
And the crowd changes on a dime. The voice of none other than Matt Striker coming over the speakers, halting Eric immediately. Eric's eyes turn to the stage, finding Striker standing there, mic in hand, face contorted into fury.
[Matt Striker] Don't you dare shake that miscreants hand!
Eric looks almost hurt, seeming torn on what to do. He looks to the hand again, Seth having turned back to Eric, trying to talk him into shaking his hand. Matt however thunders over the speakers, dictating the coversation.
[Matt Striker] DON'T YOU DARE! It's already aggrovating that you came out here and lost to Randy but don't you dare sit their and even entertain the idea of shaking Seth's hand. He is, BEANEATH you! Listen to me Eric.
Eric stares at the hand, almost ignoring Matt for a moment.
[Matt Striker] I SAID LISTEN TO ME! I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND! LISTEN TO ME!
Eric's eyes snap to the stage. Striker almost smirking.
[Matt Striker] Yeah, that's right. I've been here since day one. I've never once led you astray. I've only ever helped you. So now, I ask that you listen to me. Tonight is the start of something great. Tonight, is the start of your new journey. Your new path to righteousness. Tonight is where Eric Young is reborn. We have three weeks. Three weeks to rebuild. Come with me Eric. Come home with your best friend and let us begin. I'm a genious! You can't deny it! You need me! YOU NEED ME! COME ON ERIC!
Eric seems so broken, unsure of what to do as Seth continues to offer his hand, trying this best to keep Eric from leaving. But Eric's arm slowly falls to a shower of boos. He looks around, mouth moving stating "I'm sorry" as the crowd is furious with Striker. Striker can be seen nodding approval of the option that Eric is taking as Young drops to the mat, rolling out of the ring.
[Mauro Ranallo] Eric is making the wrong decision! I can't believe this!
[Corey Graves] Eric is making the single greatest decision he has ever made. He chose to save his career!
Eric can be seen, tearing up at the decision as he walks up the ramp, apologizing to the fans who are now booing him. He is mummering, the first words we've heard him say in months as he staggers up the ramp. Once he reaches the top, Striker throws his arm over Eric, helping him into the back. Seth watches on, shaking his head in disappointment as the camera cuts to another segment.
Sissel Jobber
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 4:24 pm
~ Roulette goes into an intermission, the camera pans to Mauro Ranallo and Corey Graves. ~
[MAURO RANALLO]
"What an amazing night we've had so far tonight at Roulette, we've seen the crowning of a brand new World Champion in AJ Styles, we've seen 'The Big Dog' taking down 'The King of Strong Style', and we're not done yet, folks!"
[COREY GRAVES]
"You sure aren't wrong about that, Ranallo. We've got that huge main event coming up real soon, the Women's Championship will be defended in the main event of Roulette.. for the first time in the history of XWL.. the women are main-eventing a PPV!"
[MAURO RANALLO]
"That will be the start of a legacy, a legacy of women's wrestling, starts tonight.. but there is another legacy, about to begin, yet again..."
~ The camera fades, into a video package.. ~
~ At the end of the promo, the crowd and the viewers at home are shown a graphic, which sends the crowd into an absolute frenzy, not like they already aren't. ~
(( Sorry for this shallow promo, just getting back into the stuff, more detailed promos will happen in the future. ))
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 11:09 pm
A war has exploded in the arena between Edge and Cactus Jack. The remnants of the commentary table are all over ringside in pieces, the barricade has been knocked down, steel steps and chairs lay everywhere, but also blood is seen on ring posts, chair and more as both men are battling their way up the stage as the camera then takes us back to highlights of 45 minutes of pure chaos.
Mauro Ranallo
This has absolutely been insane. Edge and Cactus Jack have been trying to kill each other for almost an hour now in this Extreme Rules Match.
Corey Graves
No, Mauro, Edge has been dissecting Jack this whole time. He has been toying with the old man this entire match. Lets look at the replays.
The Camera shifts to earlier in the match when Edge speared Jack from one commentary table crashing into the other commentary table, making it explode. It then goes to another clip of Edge hitting Jack over the head with a steel chair, five times in a row, leaving a crimson blood mask running down Cactus Jack's face. Corey neglects the fact that Edge has taken punishment as well and the camera then shows footage favoring Jack, as he catches Edge going for a spear with the mandible claw, but when Edge rolls out over the ring, Jack greets him with his own spear.. Through the barricade. The footage then goes to Jack hitting a running knee to a seated Edge with his back on the commentary table with a trash can on his face. The camera then shifts back to the live action.
Edge rams Jack into the led light board by the tron. Edge, with chair in hand again begins to swing away at Cactus Jack. after more chair shots Edge stands by a prone Cactus Jack's head and screams "STAY DOWN OLD MAN, YOUR CAREER IS OVER". Edge hits Jack with a conchairto on the stage. Referees storm out the back to separate Edge and from Jack's body. As Jack gets up with the aid of other refs, we hear a scream with the words " THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS", at that moment Edge forces his way through the refs and spears Jack off the stage. Following this the bells rings leaving the whole crowd in confusion, the ref not knowing what to do, calls the match a draw.
Paramedics rush to the scene as the camera fades to black
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 11:31 pm
The arena, looking slightly less of a mess, is now filled with the music of the One Man Band, Heath Slater. The man, full of energy hypes himself up as he makes his way to the ring. The audience is completely silent, as fans eyes roll at the sight of this man. The almost this this is a waste of time. Heath with the energetic smile, looks like he is ready to fight the world and grabs a mic.
Heath Slater
A couple weeks ago, I never really got to fight. I got blindsided by that punk, Edge, and I will admit he did put a hurt on me, but that won't stop me. I play for keeps and I will keep fighting until my last breath BAYY BAYYYY. Now that we got that out of the way, I'm here to prove that I deserve an XWL contract.
The crowd makes a very unenthusiastic pop and just listen to what Heath has to say, besides they are kinda interested a least.
Heath Slater
I'm making the same proposal I made before, I'll take on anyone in the back, ANY ONE. WHO WANTS TO FIGHT THE ONE MAN ROCK BAND, HEATH SLATER, BAYY BAYY-
Before Heath could finish, the lights went out. A loud gong sounded, meaning one thing. The crowd roared, knowing who it was. The lights rose after a few moments, and when they did we saw The Undertaker standing right behind Heath Slater, towering over him. The Undertaker's 1000 yard stare pierced Slater, and Heath began to tremble. Upon turning around, without hesitation the Undertaker tombstoned Heath in the center of the ring. Undertaker then looks at the body of Slater and the mic that he once had firmly I his hand picked up the Undertaker say " You'll make a perfect addition to the grave yard ". Undertaker then drags Heath's body into a mist leading backstage as He laughs. As he goes into the back, a tombstone is shown on the tron, with the words ' Heath Slater, REST IN PEACE'. After the smoke clears and Heath and Undertaker can't be found, the camera fades.
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Subject: Re: XWL Roulette: 10/17/2016 - 10/31/2016 Sun Oct 30, 2016 11:52 pm
The arena bursts with cheers upon the sound of Natalya's very familiar theme as it blasts throughout the P.A. Fans rise to their feet, signs in support of XWL's empress of empowerment, the woman that has made it her mission to bring respect to a division where there is none.
[Mauro Ranallo] And now, the time has arrived for Natalya's open challenge!
[Corey Graves] When you throw out a challenge to ANYONE, you leave yourself in a very bad predicament. Because even someone that's survived The Dungeon, even someone that's been on one heck of a roll since Emergence, is not prepared for the unexpected.
[Mauro Ranallo] A fair point indeed, but Natalya is no ordinary woman, while her opponent identity is only known by the woman that accepts, I still wouldn't count The Anvilette out.
The fans "pop" as The Queen of Harts herself steps out from the back, a bright smile on her face, but most notably of all, a microphone in hand.
She walks forward, stopping at the very beginning of the ramp way down to the ring, then stands there smiling as her music stops, and cheers continue to pour in.
[Natalya] They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas...but how could I ever leave the feeling I feel right now? To be here, on the anniversary of my XWL debut!
She pauses, as the cheers get louder, and a "Natalya!" chant breaks out, going strong until she raises the mic back up.
[Natalya] Seven years ago to this very day, I arrived on the scene and set out to prove to everyone, but most of all myself...that I was something special. When you grow up in the shadow of the likes of my father Jim "The Anvil" Neidhart, and my uncle Bret "The Hitman" Hart...you feel almost, like you'll never be taken seriously. Because you're forever discredited, oh you got here because of your last name...and that made me delve into some behavior that I do, in some respects regret doing so now...but it also shaped me into the woman I am today. I broke my opponents, beating them wasn't enough, making them beg for mercy as I locked in the Sharpshooter didn't satisfy my desire to be....more than just my father daughter, my uncle's niece...
[Natalya] Even spanning an undefeated streak that quickly lead me to become Divas Champion couldn't silence the voices...not from doubters, or critics...but in my head. It was a special time, and I couldn't enjoy it, I wouldn't let myself. And then, then my very first Final Stand came....I walked in as Divas Champion...and suddenly being a Hart never felt more real when Lay-Cool orchestrated an all too familiar screw job. Defeat full of irony, I tried so hard to escape the Hart shadow...that I ended up dooming myself to the same fate my uncle once shared. I'd like to say that's the moment I decided I had to embrace who I was and be proud of it....but I'd be lying. It was a rough journey after that, questioning myself....falling defeat in a number of championship matches after the fact...trying to get my groove back...but it was no use, no matter what I did, I kept being outsmarted, outplayed, outmatched.
[Natalya] It was hard to keep going, injuries happened along the way, when I finally would build up enough steam to get back in the conversation...something would remove me. And you know, it almost seemed like, I should give up. I should just accept the fact that I had one hell of a first couple of months, and that's as good as it'll ever get, I've served my purpose here, I'm just tarnishing my name, both my own...and my families. But then, after being very stubborn, too stubborn to see it sooner...I saw in some ways, the error of my ways. Being egotistical, only thinking about my benefit in the division, not the bigger picture, it's a recipe for quick success sure, but it's also dooming you for a hard fall that some women never truly recover from. I saw things clearer, I saw that...instead of resenting my fellow competitors for the history they made while I simply watched on...instead of envying their championship reigns that racked up, as mine didn't...I should be proud...proud that women were evolving, women were being treated the way always should have been. And I saw that tearing each other down, serves no real benefit to any of us.
[Natalya] That is why I stand for empowerment, that is why my message never changes, no matter how many women try to take the easy way out, I keep fighting...for me, for this division's future! That is also why I've decided to host an Open Challenge tonight. You see, I want my voice to be heard. I want to show the entire locker room that there's a method to my "madness." That true success can come from showing each other respect, from taking pride in what each of us does, no matter who is the champion, or who is at the very bottom. However, no one listens to someone that's at the "bottom." Messages spread from the top down, so...that means I need to become XWL Women's Champion, more than ever before!
[Natalya] I'm not one to toot my own horn, but toot toot baby...I've been on a roll! I've taken the best this division has to offer, we've torn up that ring and left it all behind...and I've emerged victorious...ever since Emergence, I've been the better woman on those encounters, and while some of them aren't entirely up to my moral standard due to the likes of our very own champion Mia Yim...and my....friend? Sister April...I've proven something, like when I faced Becky Lynch in a sixty-minute classic, when she walked down this ramp in her sweats, unprepared, but prepared to give you all one hell of a match! Tonight history is made, and I stand here proud, proud of April, proud of Mia...most of all, proud of how far the division has come. I can't think of two more deserving women to close out the show, to shatter the last glass ceiling left in our way from true equality...but when the dust settles...there'll be a vacancy on number one contender avenue...and I wanna be the first....to move in!
[Natalya] Now I'm not someone to come out here and talk about how much she wants something, no...we've got enough women that go on and on about why they should get something without earning it, without truly showing they deserve it...it's always about me, me, me....well not with me! The division is stacked with all sorts of talent, and while we may be mostly divided when it comes to our manners or lack thereof...there is one thing that brings us together, the passion we share for what goes down in THAT ring!
Natalya points down the ramp, at the ring that means so much to her, but of course her fellow women's wrestlers as well. The fans cheer loudly, agreeing, and appreciating her respect as they always do.
[Natalya] Now before I enter that ring and await hopefully that someone's taken me up on my challenge....there's one more matter to contend with, tonight's special stipulation for every match. For a wheel must be spun, and the hand of fate ultimately...has the final say. So, Layla...Las Vegas is ready, and I'm ready...to find out, what type of match we'll see.
She turns her head, staring at the tron, fans eagerly waiting until we see Layla appear on the screen with a wheel beside her. She smiles, then instead of saying anything at all, she keeps the focus where it's needed, by grabbing the wheel with both hands and spinning. The camera zooms in further as the wheel goes round and round.
At first we're not sure, is it a Submission Match, or a No Disqualification Match? The pointer is so close, but as it rests in its spot for a few seconds, we all start joyously cheering...as we see, it stopped in the last possible spot before No Disqualification, which means on the anniversary of her XWL debut, fate has given Natalya one hell of a full circle moment by making her Open Challenge...be a Submission Challenge, just like the many she issued in her first few months. As the screen faded, we now see Natalya in the ring, incredibly excited, giddy even to compete in this type of match.
[Natalya] The purest form of match, where the only thing that matters, is true technical prowess, and the desire to never....give up. As you all know, I'm no stranger to a Submission Match, in fact at one time I was the most dangerous foe to meet in said match...so I guess let's find out if I've still got it. Whoever wants to throw caution to the wind, and meet me...in THIS ring...for a Submission Match, for the chance show how badly we want to be the next number one contender for The Women's Championship...the stage is set, so what's it going to be?
[???] Nattie. Nattie. Nattie.
A voice heard throughout the arena by everyone, including Natalya. A voice that everyone recognized almost immediately despite the fact there wasn't a face standing atop the stage or on the titantron just yet. It resulted in some booing from the crowd and once the titantron transitioned to a feed from the backstage area with a superstar finally being shown, the booing proceeded to grow louder as it was Sasha Banks shown on the screen.
[SASHA BANKS] You aren't surprised now, are you? Because I'm not, unless it's just me who thinks you and I have some unfinished business from a few months ago. Yes, I beat you in that ring, fair and square, but to this day, I sometimes don't feel as if that was enough. I feel like I could have beaten you one or two more times, further proving just how legitimate I am... but of course, I had bigger and better things to tend to, like challening for the Women's Championship. Now we're not going to talk about what happened when I did challenge for that championship because that doesn't matter any more. Do you understand?
[SASHA BANKS] I don't care if this is your... what is it again? Six year anniversary of your debut? Seven perhaps? Whatever it is, Natalya, it's six or seven years too long. And I don't care if this is supposed to be a submission match either because despite the fact you are regarded as one of the best submission artist this division has ever seen, that doesn't scare me. You see, I have a Bank Statement with your name on it and once again, I'm ready to beat you. I'm ready to make you tap out. Chalk another win up for the Boss while she shows that the only Hart that Natalya is hartbreak as she loses to me yet again, in front of everyone in attendance. Tap. Tap. Tap. And the winner of the match, Sasha Banks.
A wide grin spreads across the Boss' face as she raises her hand, acting as if she was just declared the winner which results in the crowd booing some more. Soaking it in, Sasha then proceeded to lower her arm and turn her attention back to her front, looking down at Natalya from the titantron.
[SASHA BANKS] And then after I beat you? I'm going to once again set my sights on that championship because I'm not here to promote the kind of division that you are. I'm here to prove that this is MY division. Because I'm the Boss of this division. I'm the one in charge of this division. This division revolves around me. I proved that once and now? Now, I'm going to prove that once again, it doesn't matter who's daughter you are or where you trained, you are just not good enough to beat the Legit Boss, Sasha Banks. Now, hit my music and keep it ready 'cause I'm going to need it played against after I beat Na-
All the sudden with a flash of platinum blonde hair, Sasha Banks was on the ground. As the camera panned up, we see that the culprit is-.. Dana Brooke? Dana grabs Sasha by her infamous purple hair before she lifts her up and sends her flying into a trunk off to the left of the shot.
[[DANA BROOKE]] AWWW! What's the matter, "Boss?" Do you really think you're the only one who wants to accept that challenge?
Dana leans down and roughly pats the head of Sasha Banks.
[[DANA BROOKE]] It's time for Dana Brooke to shake this division to its core.. News flash, Sasha. Playtime? Is officially over.
Dana takes a breath and pulls her hair over to her right shoulder before looking at the camera man, placing one hand on her hip, and pointing at the lens with the other.
[[DANA BROOKE]] And I'm comin' for you next, Nattie.
Dana stares into the camera while walking forward to the black curtains when the camera fades out and focuses on the stage.
The stage then takes on a red and yellow display as the name "DANA BROOKE" flashes across the screen.
[Mauro Ranallo] It appears we have a new challenger for Natalya's open challenge as an up and coming Dana Brooke makes her way to the ring after a vicious attack on Sasha Banks just seconds ago!
[Corey Graves] A vicious attack? Mauro, what Dana did was completely justified. She's been down in Orlando at the XWL Performance Center day in and day out to get to the big stage, and this was her shot! You can't blame her for taking it.
[Mauro Ranallo] I'd like to make note that this is the first we've seen of Dana Brooke on XWL television. As you mentioned, Corey, she's been training hard in developmental at the XWL Performance Center in Orlando, receiving rave reviews from her coaches and mentors for her power and aggression.
[Corey Graves] Not to mention Mauro, a considerable amount of her training there was with Natalya! So it's fair to say that these two are very familiar with each other's moves and strategies.
[Mauro Ranallo] It seems we have a matter of student versus teacher here live at XWL's latest pay-per-view, Roulette!
[Corey Graves] My money's on the student. I've had the opportunity to witness just some of what Dana Brooke is capable of, and I can tell you she's got a lot of attitude, power, and confidence.
[Mauro Ranallo] But is that enough to trump Natalya's poise, experience, and veteranship?
[Corey Graves] I think it is.
Dana begins to strut down the ramp, glowing with confidence. She holds her hands up to either side, greeting the faces of a few mouthy fans.
[[DANA BROOKE]] That's right! Soak it in, soak it in!
The debuting Dana Brooke peels the black gloves off of her arms and tosses them aside while she reaches up for the bottom rope and pulls herself onto the ring apron.
Dana doesn't hesitate to enter the ring through the ropes, not paying Natalya much mind. She knew she was too noble to try anything. Dana extends her arms out and flexes her signature biceps, wearing a large grin on her face.
Eventually she lowers her arms and turns away from the camera. She smiles proudly, resting her hands on her hips as she looks across the ring at her opponent, Natalya.
Natalya is a skilled veteran, perhaps with more experience than any other woman on the roster. However, Dana's expression still gives the impression that she has every intention of breaking her in her own signature match tonight. Natalya's hands rest on her knees, as she bends ever so slightly eyeing up the woman she's no stranger to. They've trained along with the other recruits at The Performance Center, and as Mauro said it's literally student against teacher tonight, and quite fitting that on the night seven years ago Natalya made her debut, someone now makes their debut potentially at her expense. The referee reminds both women this will be a Submission Match then calls for the bell.
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The fans pop as Dana's slaps the mat repeatedly, unable to do what no one else could in a Submission Challenge, endure the pain of the infamous Sharpshooter for long. Natalya let's go with a smile, the referee raising her hand high, pointing that she's the victor.
[Mauro Ranallo] What a fantastic showing from the debuting Dana Brooke, but there's a reason Natalya made such a huge impact seven years ago. It's because when she's thrown in a match where Submissions decide everything? She's got a whole lot of HART!
[Corey Graves] Dana went into this match handicapped beyond belief, she expected a straight up match where she could show off her impressive power advantage over Natalya, instead, she was faced with fate's cruel joke of trying to make a submission specialist, submit.
[Mauro Ranallo] I think both ladies are very similar in power actually, they really seemed to be quite equal up until the final minutes. But a huge effort from Dana, when Natalya was throwing every submission possible at her in the first five minutes, she didn't panic, she fought.
Slightly limping, Natalya finds her way over to the corner, which she then mounts and throws her arms up victoriously, garnering more and more love from the fans for her performance, and victory.
The cameras scan the crowd showing fans on their feet, holding signs up...one sign in particular, catches our eye, and Natalya's which reads "Natalya for Women's Champion!" with a very well done picture of Natalya posing with the title. She points to it with a huge smile, her goal was to put on a performance for the fans, to show the world as always what Women's Wrestling has to offer...but ultimately, it was to further prove why she should be the one to challenge the winner of tonight's Main-Event between Sister April and Mia Yim.
[Corey Graves] I do have to give it to Natalya, she's been winning, on top of winning, on top of winning, and this match tonight was a damn good presentation as to why she should perhaps be in the conversation for the Women's Championship.
[Mauro Ranallo] Natalya of course finally defeated the current champion Mia Yim in a non-title match on the last edition of Anarchy...in some retrospect that does earn her a title match does it not?
[Corey Graves] I won't deny she's certainly making quite the case...but the question is can she keep it up?
[Mauro Ranallo] She's determined to prove you can be respectful, and successful...maybe she'll get that chance in the near future.
Natalya steps off the corner then sees Dana sitting up off the mat, her arm still reaching back to comfort the small of her back after being locked in the Sharpshooter. She glares up to an extended hand by her victorious opponent, Natalya, in an effort to relinquish any hard feelings and end the match on a high note. Dana's eyes flicker back and forth between Natalya's face and her gracious had, before she shakes her head and rolls out of the ring to a rise of boos. The young blood begins to walk backwards up the ramp, eyes on Natalya. One arm still placed on her lower back, while she shifts her other index finger from left to right.
[[DANA BROOKE]] This isn't over, Nattie!
A few measly fans loudly boo Dana from over the barricade, catching her attention only briefly, but that was enough time for her to respond with a sharp:
[[DANA BROOKE]] Oh "BOOOOO" you! Have a seat!
- before finally reaching the top of the stage where she takes one final look at Natalya before returning backstage. The Queen of Hart just shakes her head and continues her celebration, stepping out onto the apron.
The last shot we see is Natalya now on standing on the apron, motioning around her waist that she's coming for The Women's Championship. The fans continue to cheer until we fade...
RANALLO Earlier during a break I was informed, the wheel was spun and in fact landed on a Last Man Standing match
LAST MAN STANDING: ELITE CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND 2
Cesaro keeps his arms raised as the ref continues to count a fallen Punk
RANALLO Oh my god, did he do it? Has Cesaro tied the series 1 to 1? Has he-OH MY GOD!
Cesaro looks over just as...
Cesaro falls hard to mat as Reigns just laughs and takes off through the audience
RANALLO Oh no! Reigns came out of no where with that Superman punch!
The ref begins to count Cesaro just as Punk starts to get to his feet. Punk looks on confused but smiles non the less as the ref keeps counting.
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RANALLO Get up Cesaro, get up
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RANALLO Damn it!
Punk grabs his title and...
RANALLO This isnt right
GRAVES Its the name of the game
Punk leaves with his title and goes into the back laughing
Cesaro slowly gets back up pissed but before he can do anything else a wheel appears on the titan tron.
RANALLO what the hell?
https://imgur.com/MfcFLLv?r
RANALLO You got to be kidding? back to back matches? how is that fair
The announce grabs a mic and starts to talk
ANNOUNCER I've just been informed. that his opponent has chosen a...Loser Leaves XWL match!
RANALLO what!?
Cesaro looks on surprised and enraged as the music begins to play
LOSER LEAVES XWL MATCH
Cesaro goes for the cover
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Cesaro gets pissed and picks up Truth. He grabs him and throws him hard against the ropes. Truth bounces back, but when Cesaro goes to launch him into the air, Truth counters and spins Cesaro around. VERY EUROPEAN TRUTHFUL UPPERCUT!. Truth goes for the cover.
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RANALLO oh no...
3!
Truth celebrates his win before leaving up the ramp as his music continues to play
RANALLO I can't believe it...Cesaro's XWL career is over
Cesaro grabs the ropes and gets to his feet in disbelieve. Throughout the arena the crowd stands and begins to clap. Saluting him. He looks around emotional before singling for a mic.
CESARO All I wanted to do, was prove I belonged here. To give it my all, to give you guys a true show.
The crowd cheers and shouts "THANK YOU CESARO"
CESARO I gave it my all and I lost. Lost a chance at the title, and now...my job
The crowd continues to cheer and clap and thank him
CESARO I lost it all. and you cheer me? You cheer me losing my job!? Who the FUCK do you think you are! You sit there and live through us! Use us for entertainment! Then you turn your backs when you get bored or latch onto the next flavor of the month! I'm now unemployed and you CHEER? FUCK YOU! I lost track of it all. I became more focused on doing this for all of you when i should have been doing it for me!
RANALLO I'm speechless..
GRAVES Finally, he grew some balls
CESARO Because of you, Cesaro is dead! YOU killed Cesaro!
Cesaro drops his mic and grabs the ref, throwing him into the ropes, when the ref comes back Cesaro launches him into the air. But instead of a uppercut he just lets the ref ht the mat hard. He looks down and spits on the ref yelling "You're not worth it!". He leaves the ring as the crowd boos. He stands on the ramp and flip everyone off, before security comes out and escorts him away
RANALLO I still dont know what to say...
We go to commercial
sorry if rushed, didnt have a lot of time today
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The camera switches to Senor Benjamin who begins reading a warning for the encounter.
The camera fades to black for a brief couple of moments as a front door is thrown open, and we see Broken Matt step outside of his home with his arms spread out wide.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Ahhh Yes! Everything is ready for my Battle with Brother Nero.. We must summon him, and I know exactly how to do so...
Broken Matt looks to his left, and Senor Benjamin in sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Senor Benjamin is it in place?
.:Senor Benjamin:. Yes Mr. Hardy, and it's placed exactly where you wanted.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. WONDERFUL! Now.. Let the summoning begin Rebecca.. Reby Hardy steps out the front door, and stands at the side of Broken Matt. He gazes into her eyes.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Would you please show off your mastery of eighty-eight playing that song I wrote for Brother Nero...
Broken Matt and Rebecca begins walking down the path to the Hardy compound. Shortly after Senor Benjamin stands up, and follows the two. We now find ourselves in a big open area with a ring, and lights everywhere to provide for the showcase we are about to witness. A piano sits near the ring. Rebecca begins walking towards the piano. She sits down, and begins playing a catchy tune on the piano, and Broken Matt begins singing.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. I fade away, and classify myself as obsolete...
.:Senor Benjamin & Rebecca Hardy:. OBSOLETE!
We switch camera's to Jeff Hardy's home. We see him leaving his house on a dirt bike, and begins riding to an unknown destination. He makes a left into a dirt trail, and we now see a familiar trail as it leads up right up to area Broken Matt has picked for their match. Broken Matt now stands in the middle of the ring playing a violin matching what Rebecca is playing.
Broken Matt looks up, and notices Brother Nero. Broken Matt smiles, and throws his arms out wide still holding the violin.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Brother Nero... I'd knew you'd come! You have come here tonight to make an attempt to stop me for making a better future for poor little Ruby Hardy.
.:Jeff Hardy:. Sh...
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. NO! Brother Nero there is no more time for talking... the battle must begin here, and now. Official! Offficial!
A ref steps into the ring, and Broken Matt asks him.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Are you a licensed official?
.:Ref:. Yes. You have my word I will call this match right down the middle.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Wonderful! Now let the battle commence!
Thirty-five minutes into this back, and forth brawl. Broken Matt body slams Jeff hardy in the middle of the ring onto a ladder, and he bursts out into a full sprint at the ropes bouncing off them return to Brother Nero's body hitting him with a leg drop. Broken Matt throws his arms out wide smiling.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. ahahaha yes!
Jeff Hardy crawls himself over to the corner. Broken Matt looks upon Jeff Hardy struggling to pull himself up to his feet. Broken Matt starts chomping his teeth together as he shows displeasement in Jeff Hardy's existence. Broken Mat looks down upon the ladder that's near his feet. He slowly lifts his head looking back up at Jeff with a smile. Broken Matt lifts up the ladder, and walks over to Jeff choking him with ladder pressing it against his neck with great force.
.:A Broken Matt Hardy:. Brother Nero you don't have what it takes to stop me....
Broken Matt throws down the ladder, and goes to go grab Brother Nero. Jeff reaches up, and punches Broken Matt right in the face. The two start exchanging blows back, and forth as this is going the start moving closer, and closer to one of the set of ropes. Jeff realizes this is his opportunity to strike. He backs up, and places a nice drop kick to the chest of Broken Matt. He goes over the top rope, and lands on the outside.
.:Jeff Hardy:. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU RUBY!
Jeff Hardy runs to the opposite side of the ring, and bounces off the ropes. He attempts a suicide dive as Broken Matt is rising up to his feet. The camera man being very close to Broken Matt is grabbed, and thrown into his spot the suicide dive from Jeff Hardy last thing we see before the camera turns to black is Jeff hardy's facing hitting the camera.
.:Mauro Ranallo:. WHAT! IT ENDS JUST LIKE THAT?!
.:Corey Graves:. Why did someone think it was a good idea to send only one cameraman out there... ugh...
.:Mauro Ranallo:. I guess we will have to wait until later to find out the outcome of this match please every stayed tuned... Let's get ready for our next match...
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.:Mauro Ranallo:. oh boy! it looks like it's finally time for the Intercontinental Championship title match. A single spotlight shines at the top of the ramp showing Leo Kruger with the Intercontinental title around his waist.
Kruger stands up tilting his neck side to side to pop it.
.:Mauro Ranallo:. Corey how do you fel about Kruger's match here tonight?
.:Corey Graves:. Honestly, this man is a beast. He is the alpha wolf on the hunt. Whoever steps into that very ring with him shall fall victim to the great hunting skills of Leo Kruger...
Kruger takes the title off his waist, and begins walking down the ramp as he throws it over his shoulder.
.:Mauro Ranallo:. Whoever he it is they do have the element of surprise I am sure all of the men that are on the wheel have been watching Kruger very close as of late trying to pin point a weakness, but honestly Corey.. the only thing I see when I look at Leo Kruger I see pure dominance. Maybe someone else saw something different whoever it is I wish them the best of luck tonight. Kruger now stands in front of the ring, and jumps onto the apron, and climbs into the ring. Kruger sits in the corner waiting for his opponent to be chosen.
Camera cuts backstage to where all 6 competitors are waiting to find out if they will be picked for the Intercontinental Title match. The wheel then appears on the titantron and starts to spin. It finally starts to slow down and lands on a superstars name which brings out a mixed reaction off cheers and boos from the crowd.
The wheel lands on Cactus Jack who has a huge grin on his face. The other competitors are beside themselves especially edge who starts to kick off and has to be restrained by the security. Cactus Jack adds fuel to the fire as he laughs at Edge being taken away which infuriates Edge even more. Cactus then grabs the camera and pulls it directly towards him so it is viewing his face
Cactus Jack: Kruger I told you your days as Intercontinental Champion are numbered and now tonight, tonight your title reign ends at my hands, I will get my justice, I will bring furious vengeance down upon you and this time, this time you won't weasel your way out off this one and when it all clears and the fight has ended I will stand over your broken carcass as the referee lifts my hand in the air whilst I lift my Intercontinental championship in the air as the era of Cactus Jack begins in XWL an era that will not be stopped, I will not be stopped do you hear me Kruger ?! You won't stand in my way thistime so have a nice day BANG !BANG !
Cactus Jack then leaves the area he was being kept in and heads to the ramp way as his music fills the arena. Kruger quickly gets a mic.
.:Leo Kruger:. Oh... Mr. Foley this is quite fitting don't you think? You finally get the shot you oh so craved, and here we are about to meet once again for the final time. Your suffering shall be quite enjoyable to me as I once again destroy everything you work so hard.
Cactus Jack appears at the top of the ramp, and begins walking fast down the ramp. Kruger starts laughing madly as he watches Cactus Jack walk down the ramp. He gets into the ring, and gets right in the face of Kruger.
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.:Lilian Garcia:. YOUR WINNER, AND STILL INTERCONTENTIAL CHAMPION LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUGER!
.:Corey Graves:. Didn't I tell you Mauro? Kruger would come out on top.
.:Mauro Ranallo:. I guess you were right.. Can anyone stop Leo Kruger...?
Camera fades echoing Mauro question as we go to a commercial break
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The camera cuts backstage to R-Truth in front of the wheel he spun earlier tonight.
R Truth This is the wheel that decided Cesaro’s fate. The wheel I spun to end your career. And I did just that. I ended Cesaro’s career and made him have a complete meltdown when he realized I was right all along and these fan’s don’t give a damn about who they aren’t getting fed.
R Truth smiles
R Truth So my question is did anyone actually think that Cesaro had a chance against a STAR like me. And now that I’m officially done with that nuisance, I’m back on track of getting what should be MINE!
A random employee comes into the room and off camera says to truth.
??? Hey! You can’t be in here!
R Truth I go where the hell I want! THEY couldn’t stop me! HE couldn’t stop me! What makes you think that YOU can stop me!
R Truth pushes the random employee into the wall and looks back into the camera.
R Truth AJ Styles you may be the new World Heavyweight Champion, but maybe that was all lady luck on your side. You all may think that a new era is among you with a new champion, but the real era starts when I cash in my money in the bank and slap whoever the hell is champ at that time, and win the World Heavyweight Title. Then the TRUTH ERA will be among the XWL Universe!
R Truth smiles again
R Truth So who are THEY gonna throw at me next? I don’t know, but I do know that I am Mr. Money in the Bank. So I call the shot when I want my golden opportunity!
R Truth raises the Money in the Bank briefcase as the XWL Roulette goes to the next segment.
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As we come back from break there is a heavy tension in the air, the whole crowd knows whats next, the battle between former best friends turned bitter enemies, the cameraman aim towards the announce team so they can say a few words
Mauro Ranallo
Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to XWL Roulette, it has been a amazing night thus far and things are just heating up as we wait for the next match with Kevin Owens and "The Underdog from the Underground" Sami Zayn!
Corey Graves
This match has the makings to be an instant classic! Before the match begins let's take a look at Owens and Zayn's past leading up to this grudge match taking place tonight!
The cameras switch the live feed to the titantron and the crowd slowly goes quiet as the video begins to play and the lights in the arena dims
Mauro Ranallo
It's amazing how much we did not know, this really could change a person's perspective on this whole situation.
Corey Graves
Only thing I got from it was that even back then Zayn was a thorn in Kevin Owen's side.
The lights come up and the two competitors make their way to the ring and start the match
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Mauro Ranallo
What a match! These men left it all in the ring tonight and deserve the standing ovation and these chants, truly a match to remember!
Corey Graves
It really was an amazing match I'm so glad I got to call it even if it was with you Ranallo, we all got to see Owens go back to his roots with that Package Piledriver that put Sami Zayn down! He truly did euthanize "The Underdog from the Underground" tonight!
Roulette cuts to commercial break
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