XWL Anarchy: 12/17/2018 - 12/31/2018 - Season's Beatings Edition

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LIVE FROM: Verizon Arena
North Little Rock, Arkansas

DEADLINE: 4:30 P.M. EST / 9:30 P.M. GMT


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Main Event

TCSI's First Christmas

A pre-recorded sitdown interview graces our screens as we see Becky Lynch ready for an interview

Interviewer
Thanks for joining me, Becky.



Becky Lynch
Thanks for having me. Siked to be here.

Interviewer
Well, I think I can speak for most everyone when I say, it's good to have you back here in XWL and it seems it didn't take you long to already find yourself an enemy.

Becky chuckles to herself and begins to speak

Becky Lynch
Well that's just the game ain't it? People will always be jealous of each other, Beth and Vickie couldn't handle the focus was on me and hardly anyone cared when they made their

Beck does air quotes with her fingers

Becky Lynch
"Return" and I do air quotes because usually when a Superstar makes their return to the ring at least one person is excited to see them and quite honestly I can't think of a single person that was happy to see the Nursing Home Brigade. This is a young mans game now, their time is over and our time is here and you may think that I'm being petty or unreasonable but you can't sit there and tell me I'm wrong. They've already had their time and now it's time for them to step aside and that's exactly what I'm gonna make Beth do if she's man enough to accept my challenge.

Interviewer
You seem to be pretty heated over what Beth Pheonix did to you two weeks ago, has it already gotten that personal for you?



Becky Lynch
As I said, I don't care that she attacked me from behind, that's happened to me before. My problem is her handler telling me that I don't deserve to be here and to know my place when she has NO idea what hurdles I had to jump over and mountains I had to climb to even get into XWL the first time. Do you know it took me almost 9 years to get into a big Wrestling company? While people like Beth Pheonix was handed a contract on a silver platter, she didn't have to work to get where she is now she was just born with the right genes. There's a difference between someone who had to work their way to the top vs those who were handed it.

Becky Lynch
Ya know I was just a little girl growing up in Limerick, Ireland when I realized I wanted to be a wrestler for a livin' watching some of my favorites like Stone Cold Steve Austin, Mankind, Edge and Christian, Trish, Lita, Alundra Blaze, Michelle Mccool and even Layla our former GM. They helped me cement the fact that I wanted to be a XWL Superstar so at 18 years old I said to myself I was going to become a wrestler no matter what so I went out into Ireland and wrestled in high school gyms and rec centers just trying to hone my craft and someday maybe instead of paying to wrestle I'd actually get PAID to wrestle. That was the dream, and I thought it was just right around the corner.

Becky seems to reflect a moment before speaking again



Becky Lynch
I said to myself, as soon as I get this chance...I'm running with it I'm going all the way thats when I heard about the wrestling school Fergal Devitt and Paul Tracey was opening a wrestling school in Ireland and instantly, my brother and I looked at each other and smiled. We went the next day to sign up and although we still had to pay to wrestle it was fun, we competed in mixed tag matches and everything and we were having the time of our lives, then one day my brother heard that Independent Wrestling is big in Canada. I knew then that I had to go cause even though we were having the time of our lives Wrestling wasn't very big in Ireland.

Interviewer
What happened after that? Did you end up going to Canada?

Becky Lynch
I did, I packed my bags even though my mum told me not to go but I know that I had to do this now. Little did I know that Wrestling was not big in Canada around that time, bigger than Ireland but nowhere near the States or Japan.

Becky laughs to herself and continues to speak

Becky Lynch
So I show up at 18 to this show at Vancouver and actually it was Kyle O'reilys first show, and it was great I faced this woman named Mischevious and finally got paid to wrestle

Interviewer
How much did you get paid?



Becky Lynch
It was Thirty Dollars and I thought I was RICH, I actually went on a candy spending spree and blew it all in one night, but life in Canada wasn't all sunshine and rainbows I obviously still needed to pay rent because thirty Dollars a night wasn't going to get me much so I had to go and get a telemarketing job.

Interviewer
How did that go for you? Did you like it?

Becky Lynch
My first day during my lunch break, I left and never went back lost my apartment and had to crash in gyms and friends couches for Months and surviving on loaves of bread and protein shakes.  Until one day I was told I was going on a tour to Japan, got paid One THOUSAND Dollars for that tour and boy oh boy was I really feeling rich then and actually Nattie was with me on that tour.

Interviewer
Natalya? You were friends with the Women's Champion all the way back then?

Becky Lynch
Oh, of course, we had a helluva time, and finally, after the Japan tour, I started getting more and more offers. Tyson Kidd drove me to Washington for my very first match in the States, everything was going great for me. That is until my visa ran out in Canada.

Becky looks a little bothered now

Becky Lynch
I didn't let it fully get me down, I went back to Ireland and was like "Okay I can do this, just have to get my visa renewed and I can go back to Canada or Japan" then that night I got hurt. My Mum asked me to take a break because she couldn't see her little girl get hurt again and for a while, I stepped away from wrestling. I was in a deep hole and had no idea how I was going to get out all I wanted to do was wrestle but now no one wanted to take a chance on me just in case I got injured again. At this point, I was only 19 and felt like I let everyone down and for nearly 7 years I was away from Wrestling.

Interviewer
Oh wow, what did you do for that time?



Becky Lynch
Well, I got a call from a stunt agency in Ireland. I wasn't too sure about it at first but then I got to thinkin', this could open the door back up for me. So I went down to a wrestling school in between filming my stunt for the show called Vikings.

Interviewer
Wait, you were on Vikings? That's insane!

Becky Lynch
Yeah, I was and although being a stunt woman isn't what I wanted to do for my life the year and a half doing that and the wrestling school on the side finally paid off. I got a call from an XWL scout who wanted me in XCW which at the time was XWLs developmental program and it seemed like I didn't miss a beat I was takin' arms left and right and that's when the scout told me I'd be debuting on the next XWL PPV and I try to think back to who it was against or what PPV it was but, I suffered a concussion that night and hardly remember it. Fast forward a year and I return to help out a good friend in Charlotte against Nikki Cross, that's lasted for a month or two until I come across nonother than my opponent tonight.

Interviewer
Sasha Banks?

Becky Lynch
The one and only, she defeated me and I had suffered my 2nd concussion. I was told to maybe take a lot of time off and that I clearly wasn't ready so I took that as an insult! I packed my bags and I went to every company I could! ROH, Japan, Impact and even CZW and in EVERY single one of them I dominated the Women's Divisions and won their Championships. About halfway through my Indie domination, I get a call from none other than Stephanie McMahon asking me to come back to XWL.

Interviewer
And you accepted?



Becky Lynch
I told her I'd come back when I damn well, please. She didn't take too kindly to that so I continued my domination for another few months before giving her the call that I was ready.

Interviewer
That's quite a story, Becky, It really seems like you had a tough road to XWL.

Becky Lynch
That's why when Vickie said what she said I lost it, I said some nasty things and made some threats but, that doesn't mean I'm not following up on my promise. Vickie, Beth better meet me in that ring tonight and accept my challenge, or I'm coming for your arm.

Interviewer
Thank you for the time Becky, it was an interesting story, to say the least.

Becky nods and stands up to leave the room shaking the interviewer's hand as we fade to the show opener.

The camera cuts to Finn Balor sitting in the locker room holding his demon headdress. He stares at it for a moment before looking into the camera and beginning to speak.
Finn Balor:
Bray, you think that because you have beaten the demon inside of me that means you have destroyed me. That is far from the truth because I will come back better than ever and reclaim what is rightfully mine. You have taken a piece of my soul and for that we will return to hell. We will return to the battleground and I will take back what you have stolen from me. You think that you have more power now that you have taken my demon? You will realize soon enough that it doesn’t play friendly with new hosts. It will rip you apart from the inside out until you have no choice but to set it free. It’s time for you to wake up and see the reality that you don’t hold the world in your hands. You’re nothing but a roadblock in the way of me becoming the World Champion here in XWL. I’m going to end you at Breakthrough then I’ll have my sights on that title. One more thing… I say we add some fun to our match. At Breakthrough, I say we take this battle to hell for real. I challenge you to a Hell In A Cell match. So what do you say Bray? I can’t wait to hear your reply. I’ll see you in hell.
Finn Balor clutches his headdress and stands up and begins to prepare for his match with Cody as the camera cuts to commercial.

We return to find none other than The Irresistible Force herself, Nia Jax sitting alone in the locker room as she appears to be nursing a wounded arm. She sits there in silence, likely replaying the events of last week over and over in her head when she unfortunately fell short against Shayna Baszler and didn't become The Number One Contender to Toni Storm's North American Championship. She presses the ice pack firmly against her arm visibly frustrated, when suddenly the sound of a door opening echoes through the room, as her eyes lift up and due to her expression not really changing we're unsure of who it is until none other than Nia's best friend Alexa Bliss walks over to her and sits down beside her. Alexa of course has had her own difficult couple of weeks, trauma that's affected her ability to be her usual arrogant self. And as she looks to Nia with a somber expression, it's clear that although she's still emotionally hurt by the actions of Ruby Riott...she wants to be here here for her friend to support her through this crushing defeat like Nia has been there for her the last several weeks and beyond.



[Alexa Bliss]
Hey Nia, is your arm feeling any better?

Nia just looks down at her arm, no response, no change in mood before looking back at Alexa.

[Alexa Bliss]
Listen, I just...I want to say I'm sorry for how things went, and I know...I should have been there, to support you...it's just, I'm really dealing with a lot right now. And I'm struggling to process how to even handle all of this...this isn't something I ever wanted to define me...to have put out into the world...and I know that's no excuse for stayed holed up in the locker room but...I just feel so broken, you know? Like, I had put all of this behind me so long ago, and now...it's out there, it's being thrown in my face every week, as the memories come spiraling back to me, as the pain...comes surging back through me.

Alexa pauses, her eyes tensing up as if just even talking about it right now is bringing her a lot of discomfort.



[Alexa Bliss]
I just feel so lost, Nia. I feel like, all the confidence I had built up, the reputation I forged for myself...it's all gone...and no matter how hard I try to just grin and bear it, to...not let it bother me...to stand up for myself...I can't find the strength. But having your support through this time is everything...and I just wanted to stop by and thank you for being there for me. I love you, Nia...I don't say that easily, but...you really care about me, and that makes this whole situation a little bit easier to deal with because at least I have you.

Jax sighs deeply before looking over to her ally Alexa Bliss. Her eyes meeting that of the now humbled Goddess before she speaks.

[Nia Jax]
I understand it's a lot on you Alexa. You know very well my history and my fear of the outside world's look upon me. But look at me. Look at what I've become. When I first debuted in XWL, I barely spoke, I wore all black and I didn't care about much of anything. Now, I wear real color in my attires, I speak my mind, and I have goals. Ambitions. Other than hurting people, for once. That's all because of you. You know that, right?

Alexa doesn't have a clear response as Nia pauses for her. What can she really say at a time like this? Jax continues, looking to her friend.

[Nia Jax]
If it wasn't for you Alexa, I probably wouldn't still be here. My career would of ended months ago. You pushed me through it. You pushed me to speak on the mic, even when I was afraid to. You pushed me to step outside of my comfort zone and flaunt in front of people. People who I've always feared the opinion of. But I did it, all for you. You are, and always have been, my best friend. Every single time that you've asked for something I've been there. That's what makes this hard.

Nia removes the ice from her shoulder, being very careful of her hurt shoulder as she moves it into a better position.

[Nia Jax]
Yeah, my arm hurts, but what hurt was that you weren't out there when I needed you. That match was one of the biggest of my career and would of signed me a spot onto the Breakthrough card. Now, I won't even be on it more than likely. I haven't had an Event match in months and this was my chance. Why weren't you there for me when I needed you?

While Nia's words tell you how she feels, her tone fully showcases how hurt she is. Last week was a big deal for her, and while Alexa understandably has been going through a lot, Nia still wished her best friend was out there with her. Alexa's gaze lowers to the floor, ashamed.

[Alexa Bliss]
I wanted to be, I...I tried to be strong...I really did. It's just, I couldn't go out there, not after all the things Ruby's said...not after what they've seen her do to me. I know it's no excuse, but Nia I'm struggling just to show up at the arena, as everyone here looks at me so differently now. She's destroyed who I built myself up to be...and now, I don't know who I am. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. You know me, Nia...you know how much I value our friendship. I hate that I couldn't be out there last week.

[Nia Jax]
That's just the thing Alexa, because I don't know anymore!

Ouch, that one hurt. The tension in the room builds greatly as the crowd is hushed by the comment. The two lock eyes with each other, the words cutting Alexa deep as shown by her facial reaction while Nia holds strong. The moment of regret sweeps over her swiftly before she sticks to her guns, reverting back to her anger and disappointment.

[Nia Jax]
You say that, Alexa. You say you wish you could have been there for me and how it hurts you to go out in front of people but you were there for Kairi Sane of all people. One of your enemies, remember? But you stood by her side when I needed you.

What can Alexa even say? You can tell she's sorry, her expression is just disappointment in herself for upsetting Nia like this.



[Alexa Bliss]
I'm sorry...I know that's not enough, and I get that it feels like I put our friendship second...it's just...Nia you've seen what Ruby's done to me...I've just let it happen, I've been powerless to defend myself, and when I saw Ruby going after Kairi, I couldn't just stand by and let it happen. She put our differences aside to save me 2 weeks ago, so surely I could do the same? Look I don't want you to think she's replacing you, no one could ever take your place, you're my best friend. Besides, it's almost Christmas...I could use a little holiday cheer, and I'm sure you could too. Why don't we ditch the show go back to our hotel and watch Christmas movies? Clear our heads of all the bad stuff lately with a good old fashioned movie marathon.

[Nia Jax]
You couldn't just stand by because she was there for you one time? What about the past year of our lives that I've spent watching your back? The countless matches I've been out there for you? I stood toe to toe with Asuka for you, Alexa. Are you really going to sit here and just forget all about that so you can jusitify saving Kairi Sane because she did one good deed for you?

Before Alexa can even answer Nia just shakes her head. The look on their faces tell the entire story of Alexa's sorrow and Jax's frustration.

[Nia Jax]
I don't want to go back to the hotel. I don't want to go and watch Christmas movies. I'd actually like to be alone right now, if that's okay with you. I have to get my shoulder looked at again. Besides, I figured you might want to go invite your new friend Kairi instead.

The last line was under her breath in a fit of frustration, but it was heard nonetheless. Jax doesn't look up to meet the gaze of Alexa after saying what she has, realizing how it must have hurt.



Alexa sits there in silence, she didn't mean to make Nia feel taken for granted, or that she's prioritizing someone else over her...it's just she's really messed up in the head right now and maybe someone she thought was her enemy stepping up and protecting her makes her feel like she needs to make an effort to express that gratitude? And maybe the fact that she's worried about that has led her to unintentionally neglect her best friend. But after the silence remains, Alexa obliges and gives Nia her space, walking out of the locker room to leave her to her solitude. Moments after the door shuts, however, it's heard opening once more. Is Alexa coming back to apologize for neglecting Nia? Is it Shayna Baszler coming to gloat? Is it JBL coming to inform Nia she's been added to the North American Championship match after all? Nah. It's an entire different beast.




[Ruby Riott]
It must suck to be tossed to the side like that. After all you've done for Alexa, after the months of being by her side, protecting her when she can't cash the checks her mouth writes, and she just throws you away for the girl she's been treating like garbage for a month? Now that? That's cold. Alexa can try and play nice girl all she wants, but in the end? You and I both know that she's full of crap. She'll turn her back on Kairi just like she turned her back on you. You wanna know why? It's because she's jealous of you.

Having tuned Ruby out for most of her spiel, the words "she's jealous of you" suddenly cause Ruby to have Nia's full attention as her head snaps up to look the "Voice of Anarchy" in the eyes. Ruby tentatively makes her way towards the bench Nia is sat atop of, slowly dropping down to sit beside her.

[Ruby Riott]
You are this, this confident vocal outlet for body positivity! You're a big, bad Samoan woman, and you let all these negative comments about your weight just bounce off you while you do your thing. That? I can totally, totally respect that. But Alexa? She doesn't respect you. You want to know why? Because when she looks at you, she sees herself. She sees this...this fat, slovenly monster, and...

Nia suddenly glares a hole through Ruby, causing her to stop before thinking on her feet.

[Ruby Riott]
No, no! I'd never, ever think of you like that. Don't worry. But Alexa does. That's why she starved herself to the point of being hospitalized as a teenager. Did she ever tell you that? I'm sure you've told Alexa of all of your low points. But has she ever like...actually talked to you other than try to boss you around to take out whoever she's antagonized? Has she ever even said "thank you" when you have to rush in and save her tiny ass every time her mouth gets her in trouble? And...aren't you tired of just being known as Alexa Bliss's sidekick? You deserve the fame that she gets. You deserve to be revered and feared for the unstoppable force of greatness that you are! You share the same lineage as greats in our industry! Hell, your cousin is one of the most successful wrestlers AND most successful actors of all time! Surely you want to make your own legacy, and not just be a footnote in Alexa's, right?

Nia stays still faced as Ruby's words roll across her. Riott's eyes and smile widen before she disappears behind Nia and slips out of frame. The sound of the door closing comes over the airwaves causing Jax to let out a huff of air before bringing her hands up to cover her face. She buries said face into her hands, taking a moment to herself as we cut away from the segment to go elsewhere.

We go backstage where we find XWL's Alicia Atout standing by.

[Alicia Atout]
Ladies and gentlemen, joining me now... Kenny Omega.

We see a happy Kenny Omega walk into the shot. He smiles at Alicia and looks to be sporting some new merch from XWL Shopzone.

[Alicia Atout]
Kenny.. Last week after you took out Joey Janela, you spoke out about how you've been overlooked recently.



Kenny Omega
I mean.. not being booked for almost a month? I'd say that's being overlooked. HECK, the higher ups don't even answer my phone calls anymore. My merch sales have taken a hit from the lack of air time! But I'm not one to complain. Instead of talking, I take action and that is exactly what you saw last week. They seemingly found their new shiny toy in Joey Janela and just like all their other shiny new toys, he was probably on his way to be thrust into main event championship match without earning it. So... I moseyed my way through our lovely audience, entered the ring, and broke Joey Janela's jaw.

[Alicia Atout]
After you delivered that surprising statement, Roderick Strong had some words to say. He even challenged you to a match at XWL Breakthrough. Your thoughts?



Kenny Omega
Alicia, I was pleasantly surprised. Roderick Strong finally came out of his shell! He's been in XWL for how long? Forever maybe? He has been in XWL for such a long time and is JUST NOW trying to make a name for himself? It only took me a couple months, but hey... everyone has to start somewhere. Better late than never, right? If Roderick Strong really thinks he has what it takes to step in the ring with me, then I wish him the best of luck. I hope that he trains with his little Undisputed boys and trains hard, because this is a new Kenny Omega he's going to be stepping in the ring with. A no nonsense Kenny Omega. A Kenny Omega that is not worried about what the fans think of his performances. A Kenny Omega that is going to knee you in the face and put you in the ground.

[Alicia Atout]
Let's not forget about tonight, Kenny. You go one-on-one with Jimmy Havoc. How are your preparing for this match?



Kenny Omega
I like Jim. I respect Jim. Jim has been building quite the name for himself. Jim has a lot of momentum. But unfortunately for Jim, he is running into a wall by the name of Kenny Omega. Unfortunately for Jim, he is being matched up against the NEW Kenny Omega. Jim, I don't care who you've beaten. I don't care who you've shared the ring with because tonight... I will beat you. I will make an example of you so Roderick Strong knows what he's in for at Breakthrough. Just like Joey Janela, I am going to V-Trigger you right in the face and break your jaw. So Jim I wish you the best of luck tonight because you are DEFINITELY going to need it.



Kenny Omega
"GOODBYE...AND GOOD...NIGHT!"

Kenny walks off.

Anarchy's special "Christmas" edition resumes as we spot none other than Alexa Bliss somewhere backstage, with a covered plate and a special "Merry Blissmas t-shirt to get into the festive spirit. Of course earlier she had a rare spat with best friend Nia Jax who was very hurt over Alexa's lack of support for her #1 Contenders Match last week. Alexa tried to apologize but Nia was having none of it, telling Alexa to just leave her alone. Perhaps Alexa's on her way to deliver a treat as a second go of mending things with Nia? After the month she's had she really could use a night like this, to just forget about her troubles which seems to be what she's attempting to do. But as she approaches a locker room, her fist inches closer to the door before she pulls it away, perhaps second thoughts?

[Alexa Bliss]
What am I doing? She doesn't wanna see me...I wouldn't wanna see me...I should just go, all I seem to do nowadays is just make things worse.

It's still strange to see Alexa so void of confidence...but recent run-ins with Ruby Riott seem to have shaken her to her core, and stripped her of the attitude she un-apologetically had. She turns to leave, but again...stops freezing her tracks as her head turns back to the door.

[Alexa Bliss]
No, what's wrong with you, Alexa? This isn't you, just knock on the door, what's the worst that could happen? You have good intentions, just go for it.

Having talked herself back into it, Alexa's fist returns to the door, and this time she successfully knocks on it, taking a deep breath as she positions both hands under the plate to properly present whatever is on it to the person behind the door. A few moments that must feel like an eternity to Bliss pass before the doorknob begins to twist, causing Alexa to release a quick sigh and compose herself, a seemingly genuine smile appearing on her face. The door is slowly cracked open, causing the woman behind it to be revealed as Kairi Sane, albeit a slightly confused version of her but The Pirate Princess nonetheless.

After her failed attempt to face her fears in the form of Ruby Riott the week prior, Bliss' unexpected heart seemed to be in the right place when she tried to repay the favor by standing up to Ruby much like Kairi did the week before that, causing the rivals to share a common enemy as the old proverb goes. While she did fail in her main goal of standing up to the vile Ruby Riott, Bliss would successfully buy The Pirate Princess enough time to recover and attempt to shift the tides of battle but Ruby's ability to perceive a situation worked to her advantage, causing Kairi Sane to spear her apparent ally in Alexa Bliss instead of her intended target, inflicting as much punishment on herself, after her defeat prior to all this unfolding, as she did to Bliss.

Now the woman she inadvertently speared is standing before her, an apparent gift in her hands and an almost uncharacteristic smile etched on her face. Seeing this as a chance to make amends, the door slowly but surely swinging open, Kairi motioning for Bliss to enter the room. Alexa doesn't waste any time crossing the threshold in the shape of a door frame and making her way into the room, causing Sane to close the door behind her and returns to her former location as Bliss stands besides her, the smile on her face not wavering.

Kairi Sane
Before you say anything, I just want to apologize for spearing you last week. It wasn't meant for you, it was meant for Ruby. So as an apology, I got you this.

Kairi rises from her seat and takes a few steps before reaching her destination: A wall with a row of wooden lockers. The specific one she walked towards is housing her signature apparel, her trademark coat, her unmistakable pirate hat, and at the bottom of it sits her most prized possession in the form of her pirate wheel. She takes a hold of the side of her coat, moving it slightly to reveal a perfect hiding place and pulling out a neatly wrapped box. Bliss' eyes light up at the possibilities that could lie within the secret box, it could be anything, even a boat. She takes a few steps back to her original location before handing over this mystery box to Alexa, who places her own apparent gift down on the nearby table before bringing her ear close to the box, shaking it to decipher the contents without having to open it. This effort proves futile as no audible noise escapes the box, forcing Little Miss Bliss to find out the old fashioned way: By opening it.

Bliss begins to visually measure up the box, unsure of the best way to go on about opening with the most efficiency. A few moments pass before her decision is made, opting to rip off the bow at the top, with as much respect as she could as her gift giver is still in the room. She pulls it off and places it next to her covered tray before quickly finding the wrapping's weak spot and quickly exploiting it, causing the box to be in its most base form. The unmarked box soon meets its match when Alexa drives her nail into the tape with relative ease, causing its hold to be weakened over the box, leading to Bliss forcing it open, her jaw dropping when she finds the hidden treasure within.

[Alexa Bliss]
I-is...is this really for me?

With one hand still on the box, Alexa brings her other hand up to her mouth, almost at a loss for words at the gift she has just received.

[Alexa Bliss]
Kairi, I...

Speechless, Alexa's eyes remain locked into the object in the box, that warm fuzzy feeling being apparent as she slowly reaches into the box, wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as she possibly could. What could only be described as a “Blissified” Pirate Hat, Alexa is almost in awe as she has the hat in both her hands, the box serving its purpose and being tossed aside as Bliss continues to examine the hat in its entirety. A thin layer of glitter lines a majority of the hat, the combination of red, black and pink feathers make up the top portion of the hat while the named colors are in a camouflage like pattern throughout, intermixed with one another. And the proverbial “pièce de résistance” being the “Little Miss Bliss” logo on both sides of the pirate hat, causing Alexa to almost shed tears of joy at the gift she's just received.

[Alexa Bliss]
I LOVE IT! It's even got glitter, and is that a bit of pink? It's like, me...but...in the form of a hat...I don't know what to say.

Not wasting any time putting her thoughtful gift to use, Bliss runs a hand through her hair before lifting the hat above her head, lining it up before placing it down. She notices a nearby mirror hung up on the wall and quickly darts towards it to see how her gift looks first hand.

[Alexa Bliss]
It's a perfect fit, wow thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve this but after the month I've had...this is just what I needed to feel a little more like myself again.

After admiring both herself and her gift, Alexa begins to make her way back to Kairi to return the favor and give The Pirate Princess the gift she walked in with but a few steps later, she locks eyes with Kairi's coat in the locker, an idea hatching in her head. A split second later, Bliss is standing in front of the coat for a moment before pulling it off the hook and throwing it over herself, putting her arms in the appropriate sleeves and taking hold of the pirate wheel at the bottom of the locker. Instead of interjecting herself into the apparent situation, Kairi opts to see this play out before she decides the course of action to take. Having the wheel in her hand, Alexa spins it and begins to walk around the room as if she were steering an actual ship, allegedly sneaking an eggnog run before making her way to The Pirate Princess. She continues to make her way around the room, almost as if the Christmas Spirit is oozing out of her, a smile appearing on Kairi's face as she enjoys the uncharacteristic antics of Little Miss Bliss. A few more moments pass before she's heard... laughing? An unknown sound to The Pirate Princess, Alexa seems to be genuinely enjoying herself, almost as if she's in a state of Bliss. This lasts for a few more moments before she snaps out of it as the realization sets in that her gift still hasn't found its destination.

[Alexa Bliss]
Oh! I almost forgot.

Alexa quickly makes her way to Kairi, placing the wheel down on the table next to the bow and lifting her still covered tray, extending it towards The Pirate Princess.

[Alexa Bliss]
I'm sorry, how rude of me...I got you something too. It's not as great as this hat, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Kairi pulls off the cover with relative ease as the expression on her face says it all: It is, in fact, the thought that counts. On the plate sits a tray of cookies in the shape of pirate wheels that together form a much larger pirate wheel with an alternating pattern of red and green frosting in the spirit of Christmas. Kairi's hand slowly reaches for a cookie, hesitant to disrupt the perfection of the pirate wheel but if anybody would have to do it, it'd have to be her. She pulls a customized cookie from the tray and goes to take a bite, but before she could, it's snatched away from her, causing both women to shift their attention to the culprit.

The camera pans to the left to reveal none other than Ruby Riott, the cause of torment for both Kairi Sane and Alexa Bliss over the past number of weeks. Ruby is seen with a black Santa hat on her head, the words "Merry Kiss-My-Ass" printed in large letters on the white brim. As the camera pans over her shoulder, you can see that she has placed a Christmas tree in the locker room has been spray-painted completely black. The "Voice of Anarchy" has a smirk on her face as she takes the tray of cookies in her opposite hand, chuckling to herself as she looks towards an angry Kairi and Alexa.

[Ruby Riott]
Aw...you two are so cute, it almost makes me want to puke. Don't worry, Alexa, you don't have to join me...I'm sure you already did that enough today. But, hey, these cookies look good! I know you're just going to let them go to waste, so maybe they're better off with me...or you know...maybe I should help join in the festivities. After all...I know how to throw a great party! They're always...a riot.

Ruby smirks before biting into the cookie Kairi had selected. Her eyebrows raised up as she acknowledged that they did indeed taste pretty good. However, as she finished the cookie, she suddenly slammed the tray onto the floor, sending the cookies scattering at her feet! Alexa and Kairi look on with a mixture of anger and despair as Ruby begins to stomp on the pirate-themed Christmas cookies, laughing at the chaos she's caused before kicking the tray across the room.

[Ruby Riott]
Aw...did I ruin your little Christmas party? Did big bad Wuby Wiott hurt your wittle feewings? Are you two going to cry? Here...let me make it better.

Ruby snickers before grabbing a jug of milk that Alexa had sat next to the tray of cookies. Looking up at Alexa's head, she quickly yanks the glitter-covered pirate hat off her head, taking the milk and beginning to pour it into the hat! Alexa's eyes bug out of her head as she and Kairi share a look of outrage before Ruby suddenly stuffs the hat back onto Alexa's head, causing the cold milk to drench her head. Alexa starts to shiver and sniffle as milk runs down her hair and face, this image causing Ruby to nearly double over with laughter, slapping her knee as she laps up the fact that she has broken Alexa yet again.

[Ruby Riott]
I think your cute little party has just been cancelled. Better luck next year...oh, and have a holly jolly "Blissmas!"

Having thoroughly ruined said "Blissmas" for Alexa and Kairi, Ruby cackles to herself as she shoulder checks both Kairi and Alexa on her way out of the locker room, leaving Kairi rushing to grab paper towels to help clean Alexa up as her make-up runs down her cheeks with a mixture of tears and milk ruining it. However, while Kairi is able to help Alexa dry off, the glittery pirate hat is completely ruined, as are Alexa's pirate cookies. As Kairi wraps an arm around a sullen Alexa, however, the sound of a male clearing his throat is heard as JBL has wheeled into the room, followed closely by his dearest friend Virgil, both surveying the absolute chaos that Ruby Riott has left in her wake. But as much as both Alexa and Kairi want to be upset they simply can’t. Not now. For as JBL rolls in it's all they can do but to restrain themselves from giggling, and the reason why you ask? Well it seems JBL and Virgil are very much in the holiday spirit as JBL is fully decked out in black boots, a red suit with white fur, black buttons, and black belt. He is wearing a fake white beard/mustache combo, and sitting upon his head is the red and white Santa hat. And Virgil is right with him wearing a fully decked out green elf suit with the skin tight leggings, the ridiculous curled-toed elf shoes, the green button up shirt, pointed elf ears, and a green elf hat. Virgil also has a red sack draped across his shoulder. Both of them have no idea just how ridiculous they look, or at least they don’t seem to care?

JBL
What the Ho-Ho-Hell is going on in here little ones? I was making my way down the hall to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls of XWL when I heard some sort of commotion in my—— I mean the handsome, powerful and Intelligent General Managers locker room here. And by the looks of it you two have been very Naughty. However it’s Christmas time, the most wonderful time of the year, so I’m willing to give both of you the Benefit of the doubt. Elf Virgil, would you please grab the nice list so that I may check it for these two little ones names?

Elf Virgil reaches into his red sack before pulling out a list labeled “The Nice List”. Down the list are names of XWL superstars and the gifts they will be receiving. He holds it in front of JBL.....I mean Santa, for him to read. As “Santa” skims it. He sees both Alexa’s and Kairis names, however he sees this as an opportunity.

JBL
Oh no... It seems my assumptions were correct. I can’t find either of your names of my nice list. It seems you two have been very, very naughty this year. I should give you both a spanking, or maybe a big lump...of coal.

“Elf” Virgil looks to “Santa”, reminding him kids watch this show. Alexa and Kairi look confused, however it is ignored as “Santa” clears his throat and continues.

JBL
However, seeing as to how it’s Christmas time, Santa is in the mood of forgiveness. And I’d like to see those frowns turn upside down, that is why I do have a gift for the both of you. Something to get you both in the spirit of Christmas cheer. My gift to you is.....That you will both be allowed to compete tonight, in a match, one on one! Merry Christmas little ones!

And with that “Santa” rolls out of the locker room and down the hallway followed by his “Elf”, leaving Alexa and Kairi alone, confused, yet looking forward to the competition between them later tonight.

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"Ohhhhhh, Matt!"

The words roll over the arena's speakers as it's become apparenty Drew's music isn't playing. He's stood, center of the ring as the carnage around him is being cleaned up. Jericho has been rolled from the ring as Drew himself holds a mic to his lips. A wicked smile across the face of the Scotsman as he looks around at the crowd.

[Drew McIntyre]
A no disqualification match and Matt Sydal didn't even come out to try and cause me to lose? Maybe, the Golden Ticket is sick. He might of called in today. Maybe, the Golden Ticket is sat in the back, watching my every move, learning what he's up against. But most likely, Sydal is showing just how weak Gold is compared to everything else while he quakes in his boots in the back, watching me beat one half of the World Heavyweight Champions.

McIntyre's smile has faded as he stares at the camera, the crowd booing him. He then points at the camera, speaking to it directly.



[Drew McIntyre]
Don't go hating me now. I'm only speaking the truth as I do each and every week. Speaking of hard truths, let's take a look around at the people who support Matt Sydal. The people who look up to the heroes of this industry and claim to be good people. The same people who at this very same time of year beg for one thing after another because you are far too lazy to earn your own way in life. Gifts, Christmas, it doesn't matter to me because I've busted my ass to get where I am with no help from anyone. All of you can keep sitting on your backsides and asking for handouts, don't worry, I'll get my own thank you very much!



[Drew McIntyre]
What stands before you is the very next Intercontinental Champion. No, not the world, though it's obvious that I could be, but the Intercontinental because I want to humble Matt Sydal. But look, it seems I already have. He isn't out here, is he? He didn't come to save the day from big bad Drew because he's scared. He's scared of what he's up against, but then again, who wouldn't be? Look at what I've done in just the short amount of time I've been here. I kicked the head off of John Cena and he hasn't been seen since. I have put Sydal in his place and here tonight I pinned a World Champion in the center of this ring. I'm the monster of Ayr for God's sake.



[Drew McIntyre]
If Matt Sydal is considered Gold around here then what you are looking at is Titanium in the human form. The strongest metal on planet earth, personified by none other than myself. So listen to my words as I say them and understand, they carry more power than any of you could ever truly empathize with. Matt Sydal, I'm not asking, I'm demanding. Come out from your hiding spot, behind your pack of buddies, and walk down that ramp, into this ring and lay the Intercontinental Championship at my feet where it belongs. Hell, put it around my waist for me while you're here. Do what should of been done weeks ago Sydal and crown me the Champ because we all know I am a hell of a lot more deserving than you.

A moment passes of McIntyre looking at the entryway and no one making their appearance.

[Drew McIntyre]
Sydal! I said get out here! Get out here or I will come to the back and drag you ou-



The crowd explodes in the arena as Eli Drake walks out onto the ramp, and looks into the ring where Drew stands. Then looks down, and shakes his head as anger begins to cross his face.



He looks back up, and raises the mic up to his mouth then as he is about to speak....



As Eli's mic raised up to his mouth to deliver what was sure to be a "The line starts behind me" speech, he's immediately stopped by the infectious tune of The Man currently in possession of The Intercontinental Championship, Matt Sydal. Fans let out loud cheers, but there's no time for theatrics or drawn out entrances, Matt steps out from the back in his best Christmas meets Golden One attire, along with his new "RETURN Of The Golden One" t-shirt. But most of all The Intercontinental Title is over his shoulder as he looks at Eli and motions for him to lower his mic back down, while waving around a mic of his own, a golden mic as we could have expected.  

[Matt Sydal]
It's okay, Eli...as The Intercontinental Champion...y'know the guy he called out, I think I can handle this.

Eli looks confused at Matt as a little disrespect was shown by his friend, and Eli seems a bit put off by it. Matt turns away from Eli, and looks directly down the ramp at Drew McIntyre.

[Matt Sydal]
Tis The Season for a Scottish Jackass to waltz out here as if he's...what did you call yourself again, titanium? Cute, real cute...I mean I'm surprised it's taken someone this long to pull that line, so bravo to you. But here's where you my Cabinet dwelling friend are VERY mistaken. This "gold" thing? It's not a fancy moniker, it's my identity. From day one I have proven myself to be a Champion that can be matched by many. I have proven that any title I carry? Is THE title of this company. Any match, any segment such as this? Instantly becomes a must see affair because of the simple fact that I...am in it. I am The Golden One because I shine brighter than you, than Eli, than ANY Superstar in that locker room.

Matt pauses, taking a moment to admire his title.

[Matt Sydal]
I don't view this title as an accessory, or something that is HANDED OVER...that is left at someone's feet. No, this MEANS something. It has history, it has a long list of men that have been fortunate enough to carry it and it is EARNED...it earned by defeating whomever held it last, proving that YOU are the next deserving heir to the "throne." No amount of handed opportunities from daddy dearest Layfield have suddenly made you that person. No, you are his chosen one...but unfortunately for you? The Intercontinental Championship has it's own CHOSEN ONE...and it is yours truly, it is Matt Sydal that was proven worthy enough, that was deemed fit to uphold it's name. You didn't bust your ass to get here, you puckered up, and kissed someone else's.

The fans let out a loud pop at Matt's words as Drew seems to be seething with every word that comes out of The Champion's mouth.

[Matt Sydal]
But let me make something very clear to you, Drew. JBL can give you a million shots my title, he can tie one of my hands behind my back, tie my feet together, blindfold me, put me in weighted suit...it won't make a difference. I will beat you every time, just....as I've beaten Eli the last two times we've met in that ring. Just as I defeated The World Television Champion last week. The Golden One is unlike your average Champion...because it doesn't take a title to make me Champion...it takes ability that neither of you can match up to. And I know that, because you didn't at Roulette, and it's not because I had Pete, because I didn't have him the week before when I beat you one on one, did I Eli? No, call it arrogance, I call it...FACTS. And the fact is? I'm not standing here The Intercontinental Champion because I'm lucky, I'm standing here because I'm better, because despite not having The General Manager in my pocket, despite not being "Elite" I left Roulette with THIS, and that's what you call UNDISPUTED TRUTH.

Matt thrusts his Intercontinental Championship into the air with a smirk across his face.

Eli looks at Intercontinental title, and turns to Matt. He then finally raises his mic up to speak.  

[The Elite Wrestler of XWL Eli Drake]
Matt, don't starting counting your chips just yet, buddy. You may have beat me twice consecutively, but I don't give up. I don't give in. I know I can beat you, but with enough training, and hard work. That strap will be coming home once again with me. We can ignore that dummy in the ring, because as you, and I both know this match is only between us. The match that can shake the XWL Universe down to it's very core, and go down as one of the greatest matches they have ever seen! We can't let this loser, but in on this... So I have an idea. Let's go down there kick his ass put Drew in his place, and that is always behind me..

Eli points to his left

[The Elite Wrestler of XWL Eli Drake]
E

Eli points to straight out in front of him

[The Elite Wrestler of XWL Eli Drake]
Li

Eli points to his right

[The Elite Wrestler of XWL Eli Drake]
Drake, and that isn't an insult there Drew. It is just a fact of life! I mean come on Drew where is our back up? Oh wait you don't have any! Yeah, JBL can send down people to protect his current project, but like. They would be people that myself, and Matt have been time, and time again, because if you haven't noticed there Drew. JBL's little circle of friends is very small. So think about your future here with that knowledge, but you should also take into fact well... you aren't that good. You are no where near our level. I mean you were scared to take me head on when I got the jump on you in your match with Sydal. Then you ran for me in the beginning of our match. Then you play these mind games until you get the upper hand. You don't have the balls to face me. Face to Face. Wanna prove me wrong kid? Step up to the plate, but like Babe Ruth I am calling my shot. It will end with you getting your ticket punched, and riding on The Gravy Train!

The sound of applause draws the attention of the crowd back to the ring and inside, Drew McIntyre. He then extends an arm, as though presenting the stage.

[Drew McIntyre]
Ladies and gentlemen, the class act that is Eli Drake. A guy, who calls me out on not having the balls to face him but then suggests jumping me to Matt Sydal just because he can't get the job done himself. A round of applause, if you will.

McIntyre grins that cocky grin as he looks around at the jeering crowd.

[Drew McIntyre]
I don't need back up, unlike you, Eli. You know, it really does get to me Eli, that you think so much of yourself. Especially in comparison to me. A guy who beat the World Champion fair and square, in the middle of this ring, clean. Unlike you, who had to wait for the distraction to make your mark. I don't wait for distractions, and I don't hit from behind. Don't believe me, just ask Matt. Even he'll remember that boot that caught him clear in the nose just a week ago. That didn't come from behind or during a distraction. I hit him square in the face. Face to face. Much like I did John Cena before I beat him. I didn't jump him from behind, but wait, didn't you, Eli?

McIntyre chuckles to himself, soaking in the hate of the crowd. It's truth though, isn't it?

[Drew McIntyre]
You're about Elite as one of these people in the crowd. You say your oh so "witty" lines and stick your nose out of my business before you get hurt. Because this isn't the old XWL. This isn't the old Anarchy. This is a brand new era of destruction for both of you to wake up to. I'm doing stuff people should of done long ago, such as calling Sydal out on this Gold falacy that he still continues to preach. Or demanding that I.C. Title be presented to someone actually worthy. You see because I haven't been handed a single thing. At Roulette, lady luck was on my side. Since then, my actions, my demands, they have lead me to where I am and that's at the forefront of everyone's attention and if I'm not, I'm going to feel real, real sorry for them. Because despite if you hate my ethics, or think I'm full of myself, the matter of fact is that you should be very aware of me. Because I am the scarriest man on the roster, whether you like it or not.

McIntyre puts one hand on the rope closest to the ramp, staring down the opposition.

[Drew McIntyre]
So here we are gentlemen. Me, coming off a match with one of our so called best in the company, and the two of you looking to get even with me. I'm not running. I'm not hiding. And I'm not asking for help, that isn't my style unlike some, right Eli? So if you want a fight, then the Badass from Ayr is the right man for the job. So come on!

McIntyre throws the mic to the ground, throwing his hair back, prepared for quite the fight.

Eli readies himself for a fight, as does Drew...but The Intercontinental Champion on the other hand? Has a different reaction to this moment, he starts to laugh...like, as if Drew just told the funniest joke he's ever heard. Wiping away an imaginary tear as he presses his hand against his side as if his ribs began to hurt from the laughter.

[Matt Sydal]
You know, for a second...I almost believed you. But let's face the "facts" you're a second Sheppard bitch that doesn't want a "fight" you want us to rush that ring, not because you're brave and hardcore that you can take us both on...no, you just want us to fall into your trap and give you what you want, a reason to go crying to JBL. "The mean men attacked me boss, you've gotta do something...LIKE GIVE ME ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY I DIDN'T EARN." I'm afraid your words aren't matching up with your actions, Drew. You can't bravely call me out when just last week you attacked me backstage, and locked me in a crate...sounds to me like the "SCARIEST" man on the roster was afraid of the walking "gold fallacy." At this point, I don't care anymore. We both know that any minute now JBL's going to roll his holly jolly ass out here and hand you a shot at my title, because god forbid he gives these people what they want and grant Eli his rematch...no, that wouldn't fill the weekly quota of corruption, now would it? Honestly I-



Sydal rolls his eyes, knowing that thus moment was coming sooner rather than later. Eli turns looking for the crippled General Manager to roll his way out onto the stage as Sydal does the same, however this never comes. For the music continues to play, the fans booing, as Eli and Sydal begin to grow impatient, however just as it seems he would never show, his voice echoes throughout the arena.

$JBL$
Up here gentlemen.

Eli, Sydal, and all the fans look up to the titantron which has JBL sitting center screen.

$JBL$
Now I hate to interrupt this little meeting yall are having, but you all know me. Simply cant just stand by and watch as someone gets ganged up on and bullied, which is exactly what you two have been doing to Drew Mcintyre these past few weeks. The two of you seems to have all these conspiracies on how I am somehow pushing my weight to make Drew Mcintyre the next Intercontinental Champion. But you see, what you two seem to fail to realize is that Drew Mcintyre doesn’t NEED my help. As he proved here tonight he has what it takes to not only beat a champion, but also to BE the champion. He beat one half of the World Heavyweight Champion Chris Jericho. He beat XWL Mega Star John Cena. He’s done these and much more WITHOUT my help. He won the spin of the wheel at Roulette, against popular belief that I somehow “rigged” the outcome. The two of you just cant seem to get it through your skulls that just because something doesn’t go your way, it doesn’t mean I abused my power to somehow sway the outcome.

Sydal and Eli nod in agreement, that JBL does obviously abuse his power.

$JBL$
Now since I know that neither of you will recognize what I say to be the truth, I know there is no point in even trying to continue this charade. However I would like to inform all of you of something…..special. The contender for Matty boys Intercontinental Championship at breakthrough. Now I’ve thought long and hard over this and I have a very clear choice in mind. The man I choose is…..E…LI…Drake!

The crowd pops for an announcement they were not expecting at all. Eli looks to Sydal as they both nod, ready to face off yet again, as Drew awaits something only he knew was coming.

$JBL$
AND Drew Mcintyre!

The crowd immediately changes from applause to boos as they cant believe JBL would yet again insert Drew Mcintyre into he title picture. Matt Sydal and Eli Drake throw their arms into the air in disbelief. JBL never ceases to amaze just how far he is willing to go to prove he is the one In power now.

$JBL$
However that is not all. You see, I have been making history as General Manager introducing new championships and booking blockbuster matches. I have been doing everything imaginable to prove that I am truly the greatest General Manager in XWL history, but I see this as an opportunity to continue my legacy. I see this as a chance to announce history. Something never before seen here in XWL. This is my chance to announce that not only will the three of you be facing off at Breakthrough for the Intercontinental Championship, but also that it will be held in the first ever Triple Threat sixty minute Iron Man Match!

The crowd pops in excitement as Sydals eyes pop as JBL looks down towards him and smiles.

$JBL$
Good luck “Iron Man” of XWL, you're gonna need it.

The screen fades to black leaving Eli, Sydal, and Mcintyre all looking from one another as The Champion takes this challenge on without any loss of confidence, raising The Intercontinental Championship into the air before anarchy fades to a commercial break.

 

We cut to the back where Kurt Angle, in a suit and neck brace is sitting. Lost in thought about his announcement later tonight. He looks up just as Orton comes into the locker room. Orton unlike the last month or so, is dressed normal and not 'manic' like he has been.

ORTON
You know Kurt we may not have had the greatest history between us, but it is sad to see someone like you hanging up the boots. Kind of made me open my eyes.

ANGLE
Thanks Randy, that means a lot, but I have to ask before I leave XWL. Ah, what was with you when you came back? You got kind of intense, and not in a good way.

ORTON
(laughs)
Oh that? Honestly, i seen all these new guys and old guys still kicking it up. And I saw a challenge. So being Mr. RKO, The Viper, Apex Predator, etc I decided I needed a new attitude. So I said screw it, Im going to let whatever primal hatred and rage i got in me take over. So I did. Lets be Honest Kurt, I do like to hurt people. I did have my eye set on you too, but Steiner kinda finished the job before I could start it. Which I will have to talk to him about next week maybe.

Angle looks at Randy ans just shakes his head and laughs.

ANGLE
Well, you can try but he's a beast. Im just disappointed I didnt get to pin him. Its true. Its true. Its damn true

ORTON
well, your time is gone now. Right!, I almost forgot. You ever come out of retirement again? Im going to end your career for good this time. Bcause its like I say, win or lose. Im here to hurt people.

Orton, clearly not as under control as he wants others to believe pats Angle on the back and leaves. Angle looks exasperated before his cell starts to ring. He picks it up and looks at the number.

ANGLE
What the hell?

He answer it as we go to the next segment

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[Mauro Ranallo]
Wait, what?

[Corey Graves]
Well this is rather unexpected..

As Kairi prepared to deliver The Insane Elbow Drop...suddenly the theme belonging to Alexa's best friend Nia Jax sounds throughout the building, bringing about boos as the audience knows that good intentions haven't brought her out. All eyes shift to the stage, including Kairi's as Nia steps out from the back, then begins to walk down the ramp as the imposing force that she is.

[Mauro Ranallo]
What's she doing? She seemed pretty upset at Alexa earlier tonight.

[Corey Graves]
I think it's obvious, Mauro...she's showing Alexa what a TRUE best friend does. And that is coming out here no matter what and supporting that friend, because that is friendship. She had a valid gripe, Alexa didn't join Nia for her #1 contenders match to The North American Championship last week, and that lack of support led to Nia's loss to Shayna Baszler.

[Mauro Ranallo]
But surely a friend would also understand why Alexa may have been uncomfortable coming out here due to the issues she's currently dealing with because of Ruby Riott.

[Corey Graves]
Like Nia said, those issues didn't stop Alexa from coming out here to play "hero" to Kairi Sane, someone that up until a month ago was Alexa's rival.

[Mauro Ranallo]
But it's obvious why Alexa tried to save Kairi, Kairi saved her from Ruby, she couldn't just stay back there and do nothing.

[Corey Graves]
Look I like Alexa, but all I'm saying is...I think Nia's very justified in her anger with Alexa, but despite that anger...she is still coming out here to aid her friend with support, because that is what friends do.

Kairi's focus remained solely on Nia who finally reached the bottom of the ramp and placed both of her hands on the side of the ring, staring up at Kairi with a devious gleam in her eyes. Kairi of course was assaulted by Nia the past couple of weeks, jealousy consuming her which has left Alexa in the middle and as Alexa recovered, no longer in danger of being hit by Kairi's elbow...she looks up to see Kairi staring at someone on the side of the ring, and there Nia is standing on the ring apron. Alexa gets up with a confused look on her face. "Nia, what are you doing?" Nia's fist began to press into her palm as she looked at Kairi, but Alexa shakes her head, not on board with Nia's idea. She pulls herself up then walks over to Nia. "Listen I appreciate you being out here but please don't get involved."

[Corey Graves]
A little ungrateful isn't she?

[Mauro Ranallo]
Because she doesn't want Nia to intervene in this match?

[Corey Graves]
You say intervene, I say support...and she's flat out telling her she doesn't want her support.

[Mauro Ranallo]
You're stretching the truth an awful lot there, Corey.

Kairi dismounted, returning to the ring, as the official orders both of them to back up and let him handle this. Alexa and Kairi distance themselves, Alexa still looking at Nia with a "please" like expression...as the ref's back turns and he focuses on Nia. "Get off the apron now or I'll have to disqualify her." Nia starts to pull herself down, when suddenly...Alexa's struck from behind and shoved into Kairi Sane, their heads butting together from the forceful shove...as the fans boo mercilessly because the opportunistic Ruby Riott used this moment of brief unintentional distraction to swoop in and lay both Women out with a quickness that the referee isn't aware of. She then smirks, and grabs Kairi's arm, dragging her on top of Bliss before dropping down and rolling out of the ring, making a swift exit from everyone's vision. Nia's feet land on the floor, seeing this...but instead of speaking up to inform the official of what just happened...her mouth closes as soon as it started to open, as likely Alexa's words of "don't intervene" replayed in her head, and she began to back away, as if she had seen nothing happen. The official turns around, seeing the pin and rushes to the count

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[Mauro Ranallo]
Are you kidding me? She just let that happen.

[Corey Graves]
Isn't that what Alexa wanted? Nia to stay out of the match?

[Mauro Ranallo]
Because it was supposed to be a one on one, all she ended up doing was distracting the official which allowed Ruby Riott to wreak havoc on this match and ruin it entirely. Where was Nia's support there?

[Corey Graves]
Like I said, you can't pick and choose when you want to be a friend, she didn't want her friends help, so Nia respected her wishes and bowed out. It's not her fault that someone else used that time to interfere.

Both Women remain lying on the mat as Kairi's theme sounds "victorious." The official seems confused why both are still down, but the focus shifts away from the ring, and to the top of the ramp where Nia was venturing her way back to the stage, not even taking a moment now that the match was over to tend to her friend. Alexa wanted her to stay out of it, so Nia's taken that phrasing very seriously, not turning around to be sure she's okay, but instead just walking up the ramp and finally through the curtain. Once Nia's gone, we see a confused Kairi Sane dazed but conscious looking around as her theme plays, and she's lying on top of Alexa. Her first reaction instead of celebrating, is to tend to Alexa who she herself began to come to as the scene closed out. Their rubber match was spoiled by The Grinch that is Ruby Riott on this Holiday Night, first their gift giving exchange, and now their match. How long can Ruby's antics last before enough is enough?

XWL Anarchy continues as we cut to ringside to Mauro Ranallo and Corey Graves!

[Mauro Ranallo]
What a night we've had so far, Corey!

[Corey Graves]
We've got out Intercontinental Championship match set for Breakthrough, We've had Bliss vs Sane...and We've still got much more to come!

[Mauro Ranallo]
We do indeed, Corey! We've got.....

Ranallo is then cut off mid sentence by the unmistakable voice of Paul Heyman!


[Paul Heyman]
Ladies and Gentlemen!


Heyman then walks out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand!




[Paul Heyman]
My name...is Paul Heyman. I am here tonight, as the advocate to the baddest woman on the planet...RONDA ROUSEY! Now last week, my client put out a challenge. She did what very few have the guts to do, she stood in the centre of that ring and extended a challenge to one of the most dominant woman's champions this company has ever seen. Just one week after being double teamed, and thrown off this very stage...she walked down this ramp, entered that ring and called out Natalya. She was beaten, she was hurt and she was willing to go face to face with a champion that for 5 months, has beat every Challenger that stepped up. What does that say about my client? Do you think there's another woman in that locker room that would do that? Do you think there's another woman in that locker room that would walk away from what Ronda Rousey walked away?



[Paul Heyman]
Ronda Rousey is like no other woman in this company...NOTHING can stop Ronda Rousey on her path of becoming Womens Champion. In her very first match, she DESTROYED Sasha Banks. Now here we are, a few months later...We've got a even hungrier, a more determined, a more pissed off Ronda Rousey than you all saw back then. The Ronda Rousey that destroyed Sasha Banks was actually quite a calm Ronda Rousey. That's why last week, Tessa Blanchard made the biggest mistake of her career. She pissed off Ronda beyond belief, Ronda is just waiting to get her chance to rip Tessa limb from limb.  I get it, she needed to make an impact on her return....but standing in that ring with my client is career suicide. After my client is done with Tessa Blanchard, even living off her fathers name won't be enough! I mean, we've already got a champion doing that...We don't need another.



[Paul Heyman]
Tessa can brag about being a third generation superstar all she wants, she can claim this is her world...but Ronda Rousey is going to DESTROY her world. Ronda Rousey went to the UFC to dominate and run the UFC...check. Ronda Rousey came to XWL to dominate and run professional wrestling...THAT is what my client is going to do. Ronda made it pretty clear who she wants to face in that ring, BUT she's also not willing to stand by and let the likes of Tessa Blanchard try make herself relevant by sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. So what's going to happen is this...Ronda Rousey is going to RIP and TEAR Tessa Blanchard to pieces. She's going to grab hold of her arm...and SNAP it in two. Then my client will move on to doing the one thing we all know is going to happen....Ronda Rousey will indeed become THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED WOMEN'S CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!


Heyman drops the microphone on top of the ramp, looks around at the XWL Universe before exiting behind the curtain.

A roar of “Yes!” chants emanate from the live audience in attendance as a theme that hasn't been heard in months reverberates throughout the Verizon Arena, a mostly positive reaction for the Washington native. The question on the back of the minds of those cheering and “Yes!'ing” their hearts out, whether or not they know it yet, is why now? Why has the man with two first names decided to return into the fold that is the XWL Roster, perhaps and early Christmas present for his supporters? Or maybe there's a hidden agenda?



The moment of truth has arrived as the man that has been compared to a goat on many, many occasions emerges from behind the curtain, uncharacteristically wearing a fancy looking jacket over the characteristically correct apparel under it and his trademark beard being displayed proudly on his face, a smile being etched right above it. The cheers and “Yes!” chants audibly increase in volume, if that were possible to begin with, as the Goat adjacent Superstar stands on the stage, soaking in the positive energy from the crowd. Raising his arms towards the air, his hands in the shape of two fists, his index fingers break the mold, pointing them vertically, before he throws them into the air, shouting “Yes!” at the top of his lungs, causing his supporters and a large majority of the audience to follow suit. Instead of staying in place, he descends down the entrance ramp, sidestepping his way down while keeping the chant alive the only way he knows how.



Upon reaching the threshold of the bottom of the ramp, the Goat Faced Superhero brings his impressive stride to an end, opting to walk the rest of the way while slapping the hands of the nearby members of the XWL Universe as he makes his way towards the steel ring steps waiting a few feet away. He scales said steps, using them as their intended purpose, taking a hold of the conveniently placed microphone on the top step and entering the ring with relative ease.



Ready to speak, he stands in the center of the ring, bringing the microphone up to his lips but is quickly stopped in his tracks as a dueling chant of “Daniel Bryan!” and “Welcome back!” fill the air, causing him to lower his microphone back to his side and shift his attention towards the crowd. The chants remain strong as he scans the positive audience in attendance, looking at every single one of those chanting his name and welcoming him back to the squared circle. A single nod and smile acknowledges them and their chants before the honorary Bovidae raises the microphone once more to speak.



Daniel Bryan
Throughout the years, I have come and gone from this company to varying levels of success, if you can even call it that. I have shown that given the correct motivation, I'm an unstoppable force, and through lack of that, I'm barely a threat. I've had my ups, I've had my downs, much like everybody else in this sport we call Professional Wrestling, but what I've never had was a run with a Championship. I've had many chances, many opportunities, but as unfortunate as it sounds, I've never been called “Champion.” For someone that's been in this industry for as long as I have, that is a slap to the face, that is the insult to injury, that is the proverbial salt in the wound.



Daniel Bryan
I have traveled the globe multiple times, learning and mastering many different styles, bringing some of the world's best wrestlers to their knees with relative ease. I have the deepest submission pool of any wrestler living or otherwise, my striking ability is second to none, my technical mastery is on level that has yet to be reached to this day. Everywhere I have been, I have won Championship after Championship, I have earned the adoration of the fans, I have earned the respect of my peers. Everywhere except here.



Daniel Bryan
Despite everything I have done leading to my debut in this company many years ago, I have been just shy of reaching that sought after brass ring, I have been inches short of breaking the fabled glass ceiling, I have been mere seconds from becoming a Champion. After my departure some months ago, I decided, while in a moment of self reflection, that the next time I would return would be different from the last. I decided that I would no longer be overlooked, that I would no longer be denied my right to be called a Champion.



Daniel Bryan
I remember a time when my name was synonymous with fear, with respect. I remember a time where the thought of even uttering my name would be the worst thing you could do, where getting your freaking head kicked off by me was the punishment. While I was having my self reflection, I noticed something, I noticed that I was at my best when I was feared. So I gave myself two goals for when I made my eventual return: Become worthy of the moniker that made me into the best damn wrestler on the entirety of the planet, The American Dragon, then after I accomplish that, become a Champion. And that starts-





Being cut off mid sentence, Bryan looks towards the stage, a mixture of annoyance for the interruption and confusion for the culprit appear on his face. Unsure of the proper reaction to this, he simply allows this to unfold for a bit longer before deciding a course of action. As if on cue, the man would could only be known as Santa emerges from the backstage area, the trademark suit, hat and large beard being present as the Jolly One also has a comically huge bag over his shoulder, ready to spread Christmas cheer to the good little boys and girls of the XWL Universe.

Santa begins making his way down the entrance ramp, albeit slowly as he has to stop every few moments to bring his bag off his shoulder, place it on the floor before opening it and retrieving a gift from within, moving onto the next lucky fan and repeating the gesture. After four stops, Santa makes it to the ringside area, opting to walk around the outside, handing various people gifts and the like. After a noticeable larger amount of gifts given this time around, Santa waddles his way into the ring, barely managing to avoid being kept out by something so trivial as he now stands face to face with the returning Daniel Bryan.

As the staredown to end all staredowns ensues, a minority of the live audience in attendance begin to boo, specifically those that received gifts as they were seemingly nothing more than a facade housing the dreaded form of identifying who's been naughty this year in the shape of coal. Bryan raises the microphone up once more, not noticing that the members of the XWL Universe have received coal.

Daniel Bryan
With all due respect, Santa, I was in the middle of something.

The disrespect isn't lost on Santa, as he lifts his index finger into the air, an apparent idea hatching in his head. After scrambling inside his bag for a few moments, he pulls out a gift, the maroon wrapping on it with a golden bow on the top and small golden dragons littered around the outside of the gift being visible. Santa extends this as an apology, encouraging Bryan to open it immediately as he hands it over. Bryan takes it, not thinking anything of it, and begins to open it, carefully removing the wrapping as if he intends to use it for a future gift. Upon removing it as carefully as possible, he opens the box, the look of confusion returning once more to his face.

He looks up to question this but before he can even utter a single word out, he's sent to the canvas with a thud, being leveled by Santa's gift bag to the face as the live audience in attendance boo their hearts out for the traitorous act. The “gift” that Bryan received becomes apparent when it's dropped after the calculated assault: A single piece of coal. Santa mounts Bryan and begins unloading Holiday Cheer upon the man formally known as The American Dragon, rights and lefts being sent down to Bryan, who tries to cover up to the best of his ability. Just when it seemed like the assault would never end, Santa pulls himself off the downed Daniel Bryan, kicking the piece of coal out of the ring as if he were an NFL level punter, and stands firmly in the center of the ring, his apparent identity soon to be revealed.





Before the Saint Nick imposter unmasked himself, the lights go out as sporadic camera flashes begin to interrupt the darkness surrounding the stage while a few voices playing over the PA system can be heard.

LOOK! Look, everyone! It's TYLER!



The camera zooms in on a pair of fluffy boots walking out passed the festive Christmas setup as the individual crashing Daniel Bryan's return party makes his way out onto the stage. In his hand, a black furry selfie stick which holds the iPhone that is broadcasting his video on the tron for the entire audience to see and enjoy.



The King of Cuteville struts down the ramp as if it is his runway, paying the downed Daniel Bryan or Santa-clad assailant dust as he focuses more intently on his own reflection in on the screen of his phone. As a matter of fact, once Breeze finds himself at ringside, he shields his face from the sight of Daniel Bryan! It isn't clear if he is doing this as a means of shielding himself from the carnage that was left at the hands of this Santa charade, or if he simply doesn't want to catch "the ugly," but given our previous knowledge about Prince Pretty, the latter seems highly suspect.



Breeze finally makes his way to the apron where he grabs hold of the bottom rope with his free hand and swings his body onto the apron with an enchanting amount of dazzle and grace. As he lays spread out over the apron, Breeze takes one last look at himself on his phone before he swaps it for a microphone and rolls inside of the ring. As he stands to his feet, it becomes apparent that this Santa poses no threat to Breeze, which sparks the belief that the two are in cahoots together. Regardless, all thoughts are silenced when the soothing and ultra buttery voice of Tyler Breeze rings out through the arena.

Tyler Breeze
Oh come now, you couldn't possibly have thought that I would have subjected myself to wearing THIS awful garbo just to pull off a little Christmas heist, did you? As if... Thank you, Stefano, you'll have to tell Donatella that I'm terribly sorry I couldn't make it to her Christmas party this year, but as you can see I've got some tragically hideous business to attend to.. But before you go, Stefano, I need you to help me with one last thing: pick the little man up.

Stefano the Santa Claus impersonator nods and yanks up Daniel Bryan from behind, keeping his arms bound behind his back as Breeze steps forward.

Tyler Breeze
Daniel, Daniel, Daniel.. Poor, little, unsightly, Daniel. Did you really think you could come back here fully knowing that Prince Pretty is back on the scene in XWL? I made it my mission to clean out the locker rooms of any and all frightfully repulsive individuals such as yourself. It's time to usher this company into a new era. An era where only the beautiful and talented people are given the spotlight, just as it should be. I'm here to make XWL GORGEOUS again, and I'm going to begin that grueling process by removing the most unattractive mole on the entire face of this business, YOU, Daniel Bryan. Let's see if perhaps we can salvage something from this hideous face you've had to hide behind that mangy beard for so long..

Using the head of his microphone, Breeze begins whaling onto the face of Daniel Bryan. Shot after shot, sickening thud after sickening thud, Breeze completely begins to unload on the already wounded and restrained Bryan. After 10-too-many shots, Breeze finally stops and flicks a strand of his golden hair back out of his face after the attack before raising the mic back to his perfectly plump lips.

Tyler Breeze
I guess it's true that you can't save them all. Sometimes they're just too far gone. Take this unlovely individual for example, my beautiful eyes have never been more offended than when I first laid eyes on the UGGO GOAT that is Daniel, Bry-

While the freshly returned Tyler Breeze was going off on his brief monologue, he decided to walk around the outskirts of the ring, as if he was addressing the XWL Universe directly. While lost in the sound of his own voice reverberating throughout the arena, Bryan had begun to show signs of life, unbeknownst to his Gorgeous assailant, in the shape of a headbutt directed backwards, catching the Grinch in a Santa outfit across the jaw with the unsuspected strike. Following this, his grip begins to loosen considerably, allowing Bryan to escape his weakened grasp with ease, opting to return the favor for his transgressions prior to Breeze's arrival in the shape of a Roundhouse Kick, catching “Santa” across the jaw, sending his beard flying into the crowd and the Santa Impostor out of the ring into the thinly layered padding on the outside. Bryan turns his attention to the culprit in Tyler Breeze, who still has his back turned to the new freed and angered Goat.

A wave of “Yes!” chants breaks out as the rapidly approaching opportunity for revenge is just moments away, Bryan more than ready for his own brand of justice for Prince Pretty, who unfortunately times this by beginning to turn around back to the man he thinks is still held back by his associate but instead is met with a Goat charging at him at full speed before falling victim to his trademark Running Knee, laying out Breeze with the infamous move. In the center of the ring, Bryan begins throwing his arms up into the air as the live audience in attendance joins in with their own “Yes!” chants in unison with Bryan in the ring. In his celebration, Breeze takes this opportunity to roll out of the ring to avoid any further damage to his moneymaker and begins to slowly make his way up the ramp, his hand firmly on his jaw. The look in his eyes signals this far from over as the screen begins to fade into a commercial break while Bryan remains reveling in his return.

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JEFF HARDY HAS DONE IT! JEFF HARDY HAS DEFENDED HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST HIS BROTHER!

[MAURO RANALLO]
Jeff Hardy stated weeks ago that he wanted to defend his championship against his brother. He feels like he owes his brother following what we saw unfold months ago. Matt Hardy refused the match. He felt that he didn't deserve a shot that championship, however, that didn't stop him from earning one. Brother Nero, he may have defeated prior, yes, but Matt Hardy was not able to defeat the Charismatic Enigma, still our World Television Champion, Jeff Hardy!

The referee hands Jeff Hardy the championship and he raises it to the delight of the crowd.



Jeff Hardy, despite the victory, doesn't look ecstatic that he defended his championship. This was the match that he wanted. This was the match that he asked for. This was also him defeating his brother and taking away the chance for him to be champion. It was a bittersweet victory, without any doubts. Jeff Hardy sets his championship down on the ground and walks over to his brother. He begins to help Matt to his feet and it's clear the respect between the two brothers is perhaps stronger than anyone else on this roster. Normally, this might've been a moment where the champion would attack the man they just beat to send a message to anyone else who'd want a shot at the title... but not this time. Not these two.

Jeff would extend his hand to his brother. Matt didn't even need to think twice before he accepts the handshake and the two share a hug in the middle of the ring. Matt doesn't want to overstay his welcome though. 'This is your moment, brother' he says to Jeff as he begins to exit the ring and head back to the locker room. Jeff is alone in the ring with his theme still playing as he picks up his championship again.

The Charismatic Enigma clapping along to his the theme music with the title draped over his shoulder, sending his thanks for the many creatures who supported him and wanted to see him celebrate after a huge win tonight. Overcoming many obstacles and many more to come.

[MAURO RANALLO]
WAIT WAIT, WHAT’S THIS?

Someone rolls under the bottom rope as Jeff is pointing to a specific fan in the third row, and does a prayer, humbled by his unwavering support. The person who is in the ring walks right up to Jeff and pulls him to face him by his shoulder.

[COREY GRAVES]
You’re thinking more like, WHO’S THIS and the question is perfectly clear, open your eyes Mauro and then speak.

[MAURO RANALLO]
The Mexican Sensation showing his face, Andrade “Cien” Almas, and he’s not alone.. he has no reason to be out here, Jeff fought against his brother and now he’s being interrupted, more importantly.. Disrespected after their intense encounter.

Andrade smirks to Jeff and Jeff is puzzled by his presence, then Jeff suddenly has it kick in and looks both directions. Almas and him then focus in on the championship belt. Hardy begins to speak “Oh, I know what this is -” and is cut off by a swift kick to the gut.

The gold is dropped onto the canvas and Jeff is clutching at his stomach. Cien circles around him, and then Zelina makes her way down the ramp barking out orders in Spanish. Andrade absolutely floors Jeff Hardy with a superkick to the top of his head as he’s leaning over.

Jeff starting to get wobbly, and tries to regain composure as his legs are not in his control anymore. Andrade immediately grabs onto his wrist and twists it around behind his back mercilessly, inserting Jeff’s head to the side of him and drills him to the mat on the same spot the superkick landed. Andrade sitting down afterwards, looks to the belt and then Zelina gets into the ring herself carefully.

She takes a microphone as she laughs at the incapacitated Jeff Hardy, Almas now back up to his feet and flipping his hair out of his eyes. They stand next to each other, Zelina points down to the man Andrade attacked.

"THE TEMPER TEMPTRESS"
[Zelina Vega]
Did you think we were going to disappear? No, I’m asking you a serious question. DID you think we were going to roll over and die? We don’t admit defeat, we submit defeat.. We put others under our boots and we build a kingdom out of it, the broken bones. Look at what Matt Hardy did, he made Andrade angry. He made him have to go back home to Mexico, think about what’s next and you made his planning something personal. You did not beat Andrade, he was never pinned. You lost tonight, and now your brother Jeff Hardy is in his sights. You see, this is what happens to those who make my man, el idolo a threatened individual.

Zelina backs away from Jeff a bit disgusted and then continues to speak as Andrade raises his fist to the air proud of this display and act.

"THE TEMPER TEMPTRESS"
[Zelina Vega]
We’re not ringing in the new year with those who are far from deserving, we are bringing in the Era Of Almas, from A to Z we made examples and this is another we have to make. It was only a matter of time where Andrade was going to take initiative. He isn’t a very patient man, XWL if you want to see a match that will brighten the lights here on Anarchy, create the atmosphere for 2019. It’s written right here in front of you, let’s be real.

She looks to the imaginary image in her head being shown with her hands going side to side.

"THE TEMPER TEMPTRESS"
[Zelina Vega]
SILENCIO.. I can picture it now, Jeff Hardy putting the World Television Championship on the line against a suitable challenger, one who will change the landscape of this entire company.. ANDRADE.. “CIEN” ALMAS! But wait, we want people watching to see this as something truly special, in order to do that though.. It would have to be no ordinary match.. Andrade will only settle for the… MAIN EVENT.

Zelina drops the microphone and static overtakes the sounds of the commentary somewhat.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Can she really do this, can she really insert Andrade’s claim for a title match Corey?!

[COREY GRAVES]
She can certainly try, but when you have power in negotiation, You can use it to your advantage.

[COREY GRAVES]
Of course that all relies on our esteemed general manager, JBL giving us the Gift Of Almas and only time will tell.

Andrade goes over to Jeff Hardy and then yells out to the sound guy in the back “PLAY HIS MUSIC CABRON!”



He then picks up Jeff Hardy’s heavy arm as he’s still taking a siesta and shakes his hand looking forward to when they clash. A wicked smirk now turning into a full smile as he glances down to the championship. Zelina raises her eyebrow and Almas slaps the hand away from Jeff but not before mocking his dance with his free arm as we fade to commercial break.

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Before the referee has a chance to raise Kenny Omega's arm in victory, Omega rushes to the corner of the ring nearest to the timekeeper's area. He demands a microphone. As he is handed one, his theme song fades and we hear cheering throughout the arena.

Kenny Omega
"Jimmy Havoc... what a match. You put up one hell of a fight and I have no doubt in my mind that you are going to make it far here in XWL. Unfortunately, tonight just wasn't you night... but with time? Who knows? Maybe we will see Omega vs. Havoc 2."

The fans cheer, loving the idea of a rematch of what they've just watched.



Kenny Omega
"To the runt of the Undisputed litter... Roderick, I know you're watching, oh yeah... and I hope you've paid very close attention. When you and I meet at Breakthrough... make no mistake about it, I am going to embarrass you. I am going to humiliate you. I am going to make you regret the moment you decided to open your mouth and challenge the Best Bout Machine. Roderick... enjoy your 15-minutes of fame because after Breakthrough, not only will you drop back down the ranks.. I wouldn't be surprised if you get booted out of your little group for making them look like one big joke!"

Suddenly, a forearm crashes into the back of Kenny Omega's neck. The microphone goes flying out of Kenny's hand as he falls to the ring mat.


The camera pans back up to reveal Roderick Strong standing over top of Kenny Omega, with a smile on his face. Roderick begins stomping on Omega repeatedly. Roderick then picks Omega up and puts him in a torture rack position. Roderick then performs a backbreaker like move that hasn’t been seen by the XWL Universe. Once Roderick stands up, he grabs the microphone.

Roderick Strong

We’ll see about that “Best Bout Machine”.  Breakthrough will be my time to shine, my “Breakthrough” if you will.  

Roderick drops the mic and exits the ring headed toward the back.

Mauro Ranallo

Statement made by the messiah of the backbreaker tonight Corey, breaking out an old move used back in his independent days.  

Corey Graves

Impressive move indeed but all in all he had no right coming out here and attacking Omega like that he should be reprimanded!

With that the broadcast moves on to the next segment.

Everyone's attention is directed towards the titantron as we're taken to a backstage live shot of Tessa Blanchard.

(Tessa Blanchard)
It appears as though the "Baddest Woman On The Planet" decided to stay home for the holidays. Which poses the question, did she stay home because of the pedestal that she's get herself propped on? or did she stay home because deep down she's truly the fragile little BITCH I said she is!

It's clear Tessa is ticked off that Ronda no showed this event tonight and send her advocate to do the talking instead.

(Tessa Blanchard)
It's the holiday season, most of us wanna go home and spend it with our families, but unlike Ronda, some of us actually have to work for a living, a concept Ronda doesn't understand anymore because the moment the hype train got going for her in the octagon, she was too busy sucking off Dana and getting everything spoon fed to her straight off the silver goddamn platter.

Woah those comments weren't fit for television, moving on...

(Tessa Blanchard)
The last time you worked for anything Ronda, was when you won that bronze medal in Judo at the Olympics many years ago, and you've been living off that ever since. When Holly Holm tore your world apart in the UFC you showed the 1st signs of how fragile you truly are, you went off the grid for a year, but then you came back!!! and then we all know how that story ended, Amanda Nunes effectively buried you, your brand, and your mythical invincibility 6 feet under...

Some members of the XWL Universe can be heard letting out an oooooohhhhhh as Tessa just spit some fire Ronda's way right there.

(Tessa Blanchard)
You couldn't make the switch to the pro wrestling business fast enough because your image in the MMA world was destroyed, Ronda Rousey the brand was in dire straights, so what did you do? put on a kilt and use a legend like Roddy Piper's nickname and logo design to carry your way into this company to try and mask these people from seeing you for what you truly are, a big fat phony and a big fat bully, who craves public appeal and spotlight.

The look on Tessa's face intensifies with each word as she continues to vent her opinions.

(Tessa Blanchard)
You like being the person to keep someone else down and have the world view you as this larger then life badass, it gives you great pleasure, and the thing about it is, you can pretty much do it to people at will, especially due to some of the skanks running around here in their high heels who are more focused on what type of ass or clevage shots they're going to show off on their instagram pages and twitter feeds then they are about elevating a championship and a company to the next level. We live in a day and age where "likes and dislikes" rule the modern society, the court of public opinion is more powerful then it's ever been and Ronda you are the prime example of someone who can so easily get eaten alive by that jury because your image and how your viewed in the world's eyes means more to you then life itself. Beating you physically is a challenge for most, but these hoes don't realize that there's a much more efficient and proven way to beat Ronda Rousey...

Tessa points to her own head.

(Tessa Blanchard)
Mentally...The truth is, you beat yourself, you're weak, fragile, and you're vulnerable, but these girls around here? they're just that, girls, they don't strategize, they don't scout, they don't prepare, hell half of em probably ain't ever read an actual book in their lives, if doesn't involve their cell phones then most of em are clueless. The point is, they don't even fathom trying to find strengths and weaknesses that their opponent possesses, they're too occupied with themselves, but Me? I don't care about em, I ain't them, girls can be girls and they can do girl things in their own little corner off to the side, I'm a WOMAN, and I'm the woman who's going to end the myth of Ronda Rousey in the pro wrestling world just like some true MMA greats have done before me in the octagon, and just like when Holly Holm sent your world into a tailspin, I'm going to do the same and it's gonna make you question whether it's worth carrying on with your career, maybe even with your life after the way you handled the Holm fight fallout.

Tessa's striking some deep chords here as Ronda's suicidal contemplation issues in the past are well documented.

(Tessa Blanchard)
You've got a tough exterior Ronda I'll give you that, but beneath that? once you start to peel all of that away? there is a truly fragile little girl hidden under there, and the thing is? it's not really even hidden, you don't make much of an effort to hide it at all, it's on display every single week whether it be in this ring, or on social media, it's out their for the world to see, but sometimes, they just can't see it, so I'm gonna be the one to enlighten the masses and show them the little jealous and fragile teenage schoolgirl that lies beneath that tough exterior.

Tessa flips her hair to the right quickly before continuing on.


(Tessa Blanchard)
Matter of fact, if you want a prime example? how bout tonight for starters? she sent her fat little pet walrus to address what I had to say to her last week. Which is fine and all, except for the fact that she calls herself the "Baddest Woman On The Planet" yet she didn't even have the balls to come out here tonight and say what she had to say TO MY FACE like I did to her last week. That means one of two things ladies and gentleman, she's either shaking in her boots at the thought of me using her like the stepping stone she is, OR, she's kicking back on her couch and underestimating me, to be honest, I don't really care which one of those two options is the factual one, the only FACT that matters to me is that I'm gonna beat the brakes off that bitch and show the world that Tessa Blanchard's rise to the top in this company???

The camera zooms in for a closeup on Tessa.


(Tessa Blanchard)
It's UNDENIABLE...

The camera zooms back out and most think this segment is now over as the impactful line has now been delivered but wait we're not quite done here yet.

(Tessa Blanchard)
P.S. I'll be showing up for work next week like 99% of the roster around here, if you feel that it's not beneath your level, here's a thought, why don't you go ahead and actually SHOW UP like the  rest of us and just TRY and show me how bad of a bitch you really are. Or if that's not too appealing to you then how bout you send that loudmouth walrus again like you did tonight? Only this time? I'll give him a special gift to help ring in a new year, and I ain't talkin bout nudes like some of those hoes in the back probably would, but I suppose he could be the one who ends up with his pants down in the ring and with my foot rammed up his ass on your behalf. So do yourself and your stooge a favor and show up next week, you got something to say to me? I wanna hear the words come out of your mouth directly to my face, until that happens, in my book? you're far from the "Baddest Woman On The Planet", you're just the "Biggest Coward On Earth"...

The screen slowly but surely fades to black as the camera zooms in on the intense look on Tessa's face and Anarchy fades to another commercial break.

Tonight's festive night continues on with an upcoming interview as we see Dasha Fuentes standing by in front of a typical backdrop for these kind of moments.



[Dasha Fuentes]
Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time needs no introduction, she dominated 2018, and as we look a New Year with a New Challenger on the horizon, she's poised to try and continue that dominance well into 2019. Please welcome The Women's Champion, Natalya!

The camera pans out, revealing Natalya standing beside her, The Women's Championship wrapped around her waist as she proudly rests both hands on the top of it and smiles.

[Dasha Fuentes]
First of all, congratulations on your successful defense against The Money In The Bank contract 2 weeks ago. We don't know how you keep doing it, but you truly have transcended into one of the most dominant females we've ever seen. You spoke very openly about your disdain over what that contract essentially does to a reign like yours, like April's...how did it feel to not only survive but further prove why you have been The Women's Champion for 8 months now?



[Natalya]
It felt like the monkey looming over my back since my reign began was finally put back in the cage until the next time that contract is at stake. Last week it was all still very fresh, I was frustrated but also excited, and while I recognize it takes winning a match as brutal as a Ladder Match to attain it...I stand by what I said. It cheapens what is meant to be a "star" making victory. Ruby Riott was able to say that she beat someone the entire division at that time failed to do...but she didn't do it like everyone else, she beat a weakened Champion, and as saw how huge her ego grew, how she deemed us all unworthy of a match with her, especially for the title for that matter. It gave her a false sense of superiority, and for my reign to take a similar path, to be forged through dominance and tough challenges, it would have felt like someone spit in my face if THAT is how it all ended. April didn't deserve that, and neither did I. So to beat Carmella, to make a point as I was barely hanging on, felt like the perfect end to a truly perfect year.


[Dasha Fuentes]
Not a single Woman in the division can make the claim that you don't deserve to carry that title, from your first defense inside The Elimination Chamber becoming The First Champion EVER to successfully defend inside of it...to Main-Eventing Final Stand, to facing a challenger under their chosen stipulation, to answering challenges when they were issued, and now combating Money In The Bank...it's why you are Champion, why 2019 already looks so brought for you. Now being that this is the final Anarchy of 2018 your next defense as we learned will be at Breakthrough shortly into The New Year and it will be against Liv Morgan. What is it about Liv that perhaps sets her apart from your previous challengers? Despite the fact that she was apart of The Elimination Chamber Match where your first defense was earned.



[Natalya]
I think while that may be true, that's not the same challenger that's come knocking on the door of opportunity. She's...so much more seasoned now, and honestly the fact that she's been mentored by my greatest rival, a Woman that knows me better than anyone else in the world, including my own family...that's a challenge in itself. Liv is a wild card on her own, but when you factor in Sasha's guidance? It could be my toughest defense to date because I don't have that luxury. I only know of the Liv I fought early this year....and that was a rookie with a whole lot of promise. If Sasha's been able to unlock her potential then it's going to be difficult to try and be ahead of someone that knows my next move, but I don't know hers.

[Dasha Fuentes]
You did make a Woman's agreement with Liv that she would play things by the books, and not partake in any illegal means in your Championship Match...but, with Sasha Banks at ringside, do you worry that Sasha may try to avenge her previous failed attempts against you by costing you your title against someone that's essentially fighting her battle?

[Natalya]
I don't know if I'd say Liv is fighting Sasha's battle, that's a bit disrespectful to Liv isn't it? Yes maybe Sasha is in way living vicariously through this match but don't the fans live vicariously through us? I don't think there's anything wrong necessarily with Sasha supporting her friend. And as far as any interference goes...

The Woman's Champion is about to continue with her speech, probably some set to inspire and empower us all, but a noise off-screen is what interrupts her. It sure did sound like someone clearing their throat. Both Dasha and Natalya look in the direction of the noise and both of them don't seem too pleased by who's interupting them. Dasha was trying to keep things professional and stay neutral, not favor any superstar more than the other, but it was hard because it's Sasha Banks who steps up to the women.

[SASHA BANKS]
As far as interference goes, I don't think Natalya is going to have to worry about any interference in her Woman's Championship match against Liv Morgan... because I'm not going to be at ringside for this match.

Natalya looks as if she's trying to verify if she just heard that correctly, Sasha isn't going to be ringside? That's unexpected.

[SASHA BANKS]
You see like I said last week, I respect you. I respect your reign as champion so far. I still consider you the very best woman on this roster because I don't feel confident calling myself the best when I am not capable of defeating you. If this was anyone else then things would be different. If April, AJ Lee, or whatever her name is now was still your champion then I'd made sure Liv Morgan walked out champion. I don't respect AJ Lee as I do you. If Carmella had cashed in and walked out as champion then I'd have to make sure that reign ended just as quickly as it started because I don't respect Carmella as I do you. So, I promise, there's no need to worry about anyone who's not in the match getting involved. This is between the people in the match and if I'm not in the match then I have no place being out there. It's that simple, babygirl.

Who is this strange Woman and what did she do with Sasha Banks? Natalya seems perplexed by this sudden development from a Woman she's seen be more selfish than anyone she's ever met...she turned on her to have more spotlight to get opportunities, but she's suddenly humble and accepting her "role" with her new bestie, Liv?

[SASHA BANKS]
But I do think there's something for us to talk about. I think you need to cool it with uhh... teasing that you'd tell people things that they don't know. You tell her and you're just as bad as the people you constantly talk down on.

Natalya scoffs for a moment, really? There's The Sasha she knows, and has a love hate relationship with.

[Natalya]
Actually, telling people the truth is the very definition of EMPOWERMENT. But I suppose I shouldn't expect someone like you to know that, considering you aren't exactly the type to empower anyone besides yourself, right? I don't know why you're suddenly okay with being someone else's cheerleader...but I know you, and I know that you've always got something up your sleeve. So if you're planning to dress up like a cameraman again, or whatever else? I strongly suggest otherwise, because we both know what happened to you at Breakthrough last year...and if you know what's good for you? You'll do your best to stay off of my bad side again, got it? We don't have to be enemies, Sasha...so for once in your life, I hope you're a Woman of word.

Sasha Banks rolls her eyes and laughs beneath her breath.

[SASHA BANKS]
Actually, baby girl, I think you need to look at things a different way. The truth sometimes hurts and speaking the truth sometimes causes drama to unfold. I've totally told her and we've totally talked things over so there's no reason for you to even think I haven't been open and honest with Liv, however, let's say I wasn't. Let's say I've been holding back on a secret. Do you know what'd happen if you told her? I don't think good things would happen. You'd rip apart a perfect friendship where one woman empowers the other and you'd cause them to be at each other's throat. That doesn't seem like the Natalya way, does it? Because we wouldn't be trying to build each other up. We'd be trying to tear each other down, baby, and that's far from empowering. Anyways, I see why you're feeling a little paranoid but this is Liv's moment. You just have to take my word. I'm not going to be dressed up and looking for the perfect opportunity to screw you over. I'm not going to even be at ringside like I said. Please. Just take my word. I want this match to be between the people involved and maybe, depending on how things go, I might issue a challenge for the winner because I want another shot and I'm going to get it. Final Stand is right around the corner. Liv Morgan might need a challenger, or maybe... You think we can make it two in a row? Show them why no one puts on a match quite like we do.

The Boss raises her brows once she proposes that idea. Sasha Banks versus Natalya on the grandest stage of them all yet again. The Boss holds out her right hand as if she expected Natalya to shake it. She had her left hand shown too to make sure Natalya could see that she didn't have any fingers crossed or any bullshit like that.

[SASHA BANKS]
You have my word. The only people involved will be the people who our General Manager placed in the match.

Natalya knows Sasha probably more than anyone else, as the same can be said for Sasha knowing Natalya. So when she looks in her eyes, it's a split verdict in her head. She's been fooled by The Boss one too many times before, but she's also since then been able to spot out when Sasha's being insincere. So what does Natalya feel in this moment? As Sasha's hand remains extended, does The Women's Champion buy this idea that Sasha's going to mind her business and truly leave this to the one on one affair that it is? Maybe it's The New Year coming up that makes her want to believe she's telling the truth, to truly move on into a new chapter of their story...one where Sasha isn't so prevalent...but her hand starts to inch closer to Sasha's her eyes not blinking as she soon shakes her hand. But she doesn't let go immediately, instead her grip is firm and consistent as the two stare into one another's eyes.

[Natalya]
Your "word" isn't exactly "legit" but I'll hold you to it. You let Liv fight her own battle, because if you truly care about her? If you're really friends now? You'll do your best to to not tarnish an opportunity like this for her. I didn't lose on Pay-Per-View all year...and whoever finally bests me at one? Will be the next great Champion to reign over this division, and I refuse to allow anyone to earn that accolade without truly deserving it. So for your friend's sake, she better save the tricks for someone else, because I'm not playing games at Breakthrough.

At that exact moment, the camera peers over Natalya's left shoulder as we see what appears to be Liv Morgan tiptoeing up behind her in a manner that can only be described as akin to that of the Grinch himself. Liv seems to be wielding some kind of weapon in her hands, and upon closer inspection, we see that it's some kind of lead pipe decorated in striped to resemble a giant candy cane! Liv raises both hands in the air with the pipe clenched tightly in her grasp behind the Women's Champion's back, a large and devious grin across her face. Just when we think that it's all over, and we can practically feel and hear the upcoming, sickening clunk of the metal meeting Natalya's skull already - the champion is pushed out of the way! The champion sure as hell looks mad at first but then she catches glimpse of Liv Morgan who has the candy cane pipe wrapped in the curled fingers of her hand. You'd think this would be the point where Liv then goes on the attack now that the champion lost her footing but she's not able to. Sasha Banks snatches that pipe out of the hands of her best friend. Liv Morgan doesn't seem so sure how to react. Should she be mad? Should she be confused? Her best friend just saved the person who Liv would be facing at Breakthrough with the Woman's Championship on the line. The Boss has gotten in the face of Liv and asks her 'what do you think you're doing?' before backing off. Sasha glances at the pipe and then uses it to point at Liv. The tip of the pipe is almost pressed against the pink haired woman's chest. The pipe is then used to tip Liv's chin up so she could look at Sasha.

[SASHA BANKS]
Fair and square. You'll thank me later.

Sasha takes the pipe and to the surprise of both Liv Morgan and Natalya, she tosses the pipe at Natalya. It wasn't thrown like a hail mary football in the last quarter of the Super Bowl either. It was a gentle toss to make sure she could catch it. The Boss takes a glance at Liv and then at Natalya. Her glance at Natalya seems to last a little longer. The Boss only has one thing left to say. One little remark before walking off.

[SASHA BANKS]
Nothing to worry about. See?

As the Boss disappears off screen, both remaining women seem to be in shock. However, that expression quickly shifts when the Women's Champion turns her attention to the pink haired deviant to her left. Liv instantly cracks the most guilty smile as she twists the ball of her foot back and forth on the floor in front of her like a child caught red handed with their hand in the cookie jar. The Delinquent ducks her head down bashfully and peeks up at Natalya with her baby doll eyes.

[LIV Morgan]
What?? I was just gonna give you a tiny little Christmas treat, swear..!

Natalya's stern glare prompts Liv to keep her head tucked down submissively like a scolded child as she keeps up her nervous smile, her eyes shifting back and forth in an effort to find any excuse to evade this interaction before she finds herself on the business end of a holiday homicide, courtesy of our Women's Champ. After a large and audible *gulp,* Morgan picks her chin up and musters up all of the pseudo-positivity she can before darting off the scene like some kind of roadrunner.

[LIV Morgan]
.. Welp, Happy Holidays, Nattie! See ya around!

The Christmas special of Anarchy rolls on with Natalya watching her opponent at Breakthrough rapidly skipping off down the hallway before glancing back down at the iron pipe disguised as a candy cane in her hands. One good hit with this baby, and it could have very well put Natalya's career on the shelf. Thoughts of the endless tricks Liv Morgan has hiding up her metaphorical sleeve must be flooding the champion's mind as their championship matching creeps closer, and what of Sasha Banks? Has she truly turned over a new leaf or is this just another slick attempt to stab Natalya in the back when she finally lets her guard down? All things considered, the champion is bound to have her hands full with these two in the coming weeks, and she has a lot to ponder and prepare for over the holidays this year.

Miracle on 34th Street Fight

Champion vs Champion





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[Mauro Ranallo]
Mama mia!  What a shooting star press to the outside by Matt Sydal!

[Corey Graves]
The crowd are absolutely loving this match which has more than lived up to it's billing.  Both men are proving exactly why they are championship holders here tonight.  We've seen it all: kendo sticks, ladders, tables, flaming tables and amazing athletic feats.  And this match is still going on!

*Sydal clutches at his abdomen in pain, feeling the effects of his maneuver.  But the high risk could mean a big reward if he could roll the co-World Heavyweight Champion into the ring and make the cover.  He knows this, so he grabs the dead weight of Gargano, throws him into the ring and follows.  Sydal bends down to make the cover, but Gargano somehow is able to react, maybe on instinct alone and flip him over into a small package pinning predicament!*

*The referee slides into position to make sure the shoulders are down before beginning his count.  But from his angle, BOTH men's shoulders are down!*

*1...






2...





3!*

*The official calls for the bell as both opponents separate and rise to their feet, each believing that they've won.*

[Corey Graves]
What the?!  Is this a draw?  Did Gargano pull off the victory?

[Mauro Ranallo]
I think both mens' shoulders were down Corey.

*The official has retreated to the outside area to speak to ring announcer Jojo who is standing by awaiting the official decision.  As their discussion goes on, Gargano screams for his title and mounts the turnbuckle to pose, believing he is the victor.  While this is going on, Sydal does exactly the same with his own title, believing that he is tonight's winner.*

[Mauro Ranallo]
Whatever the official decision, you have to tip your hat to both competitors for laying it all on the line here tonight and delivering an epic match to close out their respective 2018 years.  I for one, would love to see a rematch somewhere down the line.

[Corey Graves]
For once, I agree with you Mauro.

*Several more officials have joined in the confusion on the outside as discussions continue regarding who should be declared victorious.  Gargano and Sydal have stopped their respective celebrations at this point.  Gargano is getting agitated at having to wait, while Sydal is pretty calm and just chiling awaiting the decision.  The fans wait with baited breath but it seems the confusion is growing rather than getting closer to be resolved.  The footage has been shown several times on-screen in the last few minutes and has also been shown to the officials at ringside, but there is a clear difference of opinions.  They simply cannot decide on if Sydal or Gargano should be named the winner, or if this match should be declared a draw!*

[Mauro Ranallo]
We apologize for the delay in proceedings, but due to the-
















*The arena erupts as jolly Saint Nick himself appears at the top of the entrance ramp!*

[Corey Graves]
MAURO!  CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!  SANTA CLAUS IS HERE!

*Santa is as joyful as ever as he pauses to let out a trademark "Ho, Ho, Ho!".  He looks around at the fans, many of whom's faces lit up at his sudden unexpected appearance.  Santa is alone as the reindeer are no doubt gearing up for the millions of deliveries.  He also doesn't have his sack because it's a little early to be giving out gifts after all!*

*The mood has certainly changed to one of extreme positivity as Santa's presence alone has spread cheer and happiness throughout the arena.  The match officials at ringside stop their discussion and watch in awe as Santa approaches the ring.  The only one not cheerful in the entire place appears to be Gargano who looks on with a "wtf" type of expression on his face.  Sydal sits on the rope to allow Santa easy access to the squared circle.  Santa let's out another jovial "Ho, ho, ho!" before stepping through the ropes.  Sydal gives him a big hearty hug as a welcome as the fans cheer wildly.*

[Corey Graves]
It's a Christmas miracle!  Santa Claus is here live on Anarchy!

[Mauro Ranallo]
It's always been said that anything can happen in sports-entertainment.  To never say never.  And I think what we are witnessing right now is certified proof of that!  Welcome to XWL Santa!  

*Sydal retrieves a microphone from ringside and excitedly hands it over to Santa.  Santa looks around as his music dies down and is met by a huge array of cheers and several XWL fans even begin to chant his name.*

[Santa Claus]
Ho, ho, ho!  Merry Christmas to one and all!

*The crowd are loving this and voice their opinions as loud as they can.*

[Santa Claus]
Now then, you see, when I get a break in the North Pole, I like to tune in to some good old-fashioned wrasslin'.  And nobody does it better than XWL.  And I saw we had a little bit of a sticky situation in the last match on this very special Christmas edition of Anarchy.  And I can't have anything ruining anything to do with Christmas!  After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year!

*Sydal nods in agreement with a big grin on his face as Gargano eyes up Santa intently wondering where exactly he's going with this.*

[Santa Claus]
So I looked to Mrs. Claus who was busy feeding our reindeer and I said "I'm going to fix this!".  And in a jiffy, I was right here inside an XWL ring!  Oh I do love the Christmas magic.  It's so useful!  But back to business.  You see, at Christmas, we are all about love and happiness.  And I want both of you to be happy!  Matthew... John... on this night... allow me to declare that BOTH of you are WINNERS!

*The crowd pops in a big way at this declaration.*

[Corey Graves]
What?  Can he do that?

[Mauro Ranallo]
He's Santa Claus!  Of course he can!  Who ever doubts Santa Claus!  Besides, this is better than the messy ending we had with no clear winner!  Both Matt Sydal and Johnny Gargano are victorious here tonight!  Everybody is happy as they should be at this time of year!

*Sydal is overjoyed at this announcement and high fives Santa before taking his leave and starting his exit.  Upon closer inspection, the glove Santa is wearing that he high-fived has turned to gold!*

[Corey Graves]
Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

[Mauro Ranallo]
You certainly are Corey.  He has said that everything he touches turns to gold after all.  Magic is in the air tonight as Christmas comes to Anarchy!

*Sydal poses one final time at the top of the entrance ramp with his title held high before disappearing to the back.  Santa turns his attention to Gargano who has not moved an inch since his announcement.  His expression gives nothing away as he looks into the eyes of the jolly festive gift-giver.  Santa is concerned by this and speaks to him off mic, trying to bring him around to the situation but there is some definite tension in the air.  You could just tell from his initial reaction that Gargano wanted this victory just as much as any other victory, maybe even more so as he looks to continue in his spot as World Champion.  But right now he's giving nothing away and is just staring right through Santa.*

[Corey Graves]
I'm not so sure Gargano is happy with all of this...

*No sooner had Graves said this, that Gargano breaks into a smile himself, laughing away and joking with Santa Claus...*























*SUPERKICK!*

*In a shocking moment that stuns the audience into silence and seemingly freezes time all around him, Gargano almost decapitates Santa Claus with a devastating superkick!  Santa is down and out as Gargano stands over him with no remorse on his face.  He holds his championship up high.  Several moments of silence pass with this image being burned into the history books, until it's broken by resounding boos echoing around the arena.*

[Mauro Ranallo]
I... I can't believe what we just witnessed.

[Corey Graves]
Even I can't get behind the actions of Gargano tonight Mauro.  What we just saw was despicable.  Gargano has been on the naughty list on several occasions recently but I didn't think he had this in him.  I can only assume he saw the big beard and thought of Tommaso Ciampa.  That's the only reasonable explanation for kicking the head off of Santa Claus!

[Mauro Ranallo]
This is one of the most vile acts I've ever witnessed.  Johnny Gargano should be ashamed of himself.

*Of course, Gargano is anything but ashamed.  In fact, a smirk creeps across his face as he looks down at the mass of red and white which is unconscious at his feet.  In his mind, he was the one and only winner here tonight, just as he believes he is the one and only rightful World Heavyweight Champion.*

*Anarchy fades to a commercial break...*

The Christmas edition of Anarchy continues, we cut backstage to see Undisputed Era member Kyle O'Reilly heading towards his locker room, he stops in his tracks as he can hear singing coming from the room... he slightly opens the door to see Bobby Fish with the tag title he stole from Chris Sabin last week!

[Bobby Fish]
I AM THE CHAMPION, MY FRIENDS. AND I'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TIL THE ENDDDDD! I AM THE CHAMPION! I AM THE CHAMPION! NO TIME FOR LOSERS CAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION.....OF THE WOOOORRLLLDDDDD

Kyle now fully opens the door, Bobby quickly stops in his tracks and turns around in shock

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Erm...Bobby?

[Bobby Fish]
Oh, Hey. Kyle! I was just...warming up and getting ready for our title match at Breakthrough!

[Kyle O'Reilly]
I could hear you!

[Bobby Fish]
Vocal warm ups, Man! Anyway..Look at this title! In just a few weeks...we both will have one of these! We will finally be tag team champions! We all know we won at Roulette, but then that damn Drake had to walk out, like he's a Rockstar or something! and take it away from us! But at Breakthrough we get to beat them once and for all! Then finally XWL has a REAL tag team as champions!

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Let me hold it!

Kyle grabs it and looks down at it lovingly.  He breaks into a massive grin as he holds it up high.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Since it's Christmas and all... Bobby... all I want for Christmas... is the tag team titles!

Kyle lowers the title and a look of sorrow clouds his face.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
But, you know, Breakthrough isn't until January.  So my Christmas wish isn't going to come true.

[Bobby Fish]
That might be true...but We don't need a Christmas wish. Those Trash City Idiots need a Christmas miracle to keep the tag titles when we finally get our shot! We all saw Roulette, you had Gable beat. We all saw last week, I beat Sabin. We're practically already champions.

Kyle breaks into a grin once again.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
You're right!  And it'll be a brand new year by the time Breakthrough comes along!  A brand new year with brand new tag team champions.  We will be the standard bearers in a new era of the tag team division.  An era that is undisputed!

[Bobby Fish]
It's exactly what the tag division has been waiting for! A real team to finally step up! It took 10 years for this company to add a Tag Team Division, just for it to be ran by a couple of idiots? That's where we step in! It's up to us to save this division, to make it what it should be.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
I can't wait.  Speaking of which, I've been so excited to give you your gift this year...

O'Reilly rummages through some stuff out of view as Fish looks on inquisitively.  O'Reilly returns on-camera with a pretty large box, wrapped in what appears to be Undisputed Era wrapping paper with a giant red bow on the top.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Go on, open it!

Fish raises an eyebrow for a moment before breaking into a big smile.  He tears into the paper like a kid on Christmas day.  It's hard to tell what it is at the moment as the paper reveals a box.  He opens the lid and looks down.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
So, what do you think?  Do you like it?

Fish retrieves the item from inside the box, revealing a neon blue Christmas sweater with a giant fish on it and the word "Infamous" above it.

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Wait, wait, wait!  It gets better!

O'Reilly reaches inside the neck area and activates a button inside.  The jumper lights up with flashing Christmas lights while playing the a Christmas jingle version of the Undisputed Era music, minus the Shock The System intro.

[Bobby Fish]
Yeah...It's erm, Great!

[Kyle O'Reilly]
Put it on!

[Bobby Fish]
I've got to save it! It's got to be special! Plus...I've to go give you your gift, Right?

Kyle's face now lights up as he awaits his gift from Bobby

[Bobby Fish]
It's...in my car! I'll be right back!

Bobby quickly exits the locker room, as Kyle waits with a huge smile on his face as XWL Anarchy rolls on

Anarchy returns from commercial break and the squared circle is set-up in a very unique way. A match wasn’t about to take place. Something very different was about to take place. The canvas is covered in a red carpet and there are a few props set up in the ring. About five of them to be exact but all of them are covered by a cloth to keep people from looking at them before it was time to reveal them. The Jeritron 5000 also hangs above the ring but it doesn’t have your average Highlight Reel logo on it. Not even that god awful Gargano’d logo we saw two weeks ago either. It was a logo which read “Festival of Friendship” which we had heard about a fortnight ago during the segment of Chris Jericho. Three chairs also sat in the ring. About four security guards stood at each side of the ring which brought the total to be about sixteen or so men ready to break up any brawls or fights that could happen.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Festival of Friendship? Is this what Chris Jericho was talking about two weeks ago?

[COREY GRAVES]
OF COURSE, IT IS, MAURO! What else could this be?

[MAURO RANALLO]
I wasn’t even sure if this was going to even happen after what happened during the Highlight Reel hosted by Johnny Gargano. I don’t think there’s even a friendship for them to celebrate.

[COREY GRAVES]
That’s the point! Chris Jericho is here to bring these two friends back together!

[MAURO RANALLO]
I don’t think that’s possible. Gargano threw Ciampa face first through a television monitor.

[COREY GRAVES]
That wasn’t just a television monitor. It was the Garganotron X360! I’ve had one shipped to my house after witnessing it's amazing resolution and picture quality!

[MAURO RANALLO]
Not to mention he assaulted Santa Claus earlier tonight.  Gargano has no morals at this moment in time.

The cameras move to the stage where some women stand. Some vegas showgirls from the looks of it.

I ' M  B E C O M -
I ' M  B E C O M -
I ' M  B E C O M I N G

And then all the lights in the arena suddenly show off as Judas begins to play throughout the arena.



[COREY GRAVES]
And here he comes! The man of the hour! The host of this amazing festival!

The lights would stay off for a little longer, but when they came on, the Alpha stood in the middle of all the women with his back turned to the camera and his arms spread to the side - signature Chris Jericho except a white hat was held in his hand. The cameras zoomed in on him.



And then in one swift motion, Jericho turned around, placed the hat on his head and posed.



But the crowd didn’t seem to be enjoying this festival quite as much as Jericho seemed to be. He was eating up the chance to further rub the friendship into the face of Gargano and Ciampa. At least that’s what we assume this is going to be, especially after the incident we saw two weeks ago. Jericho looked to the beautiful women who stood to his sides and offered him his arms. He laced his arms with the girls who stood closest to him and the World Heavyweight Champion would begin to lead them down the ramp.

[MAURO RANALLO]
I still am curious as to why this is still taking place. What friendship is there for Chris Jericho to celebrate? How does this even make sense? Does our World Heavyweight Champion even watch Anarchy to see what goes on?

[COREY GRAVES]
Why must you be the party pooper? Why can’t you sit back, relax and have some fun with the rest of us?  I'm sure Chris Jericho is up to date on every episode of Anarchy!  After all, he's our co-World Heavyweight Champion!

[MAURO RANALLO]
I question it because there is nothing to celebrate! Johnny Gargano tossed his friendship with Tommaso Ciampa to the side and because why? Because Chris Jericho forced Tommaso into the championship match? Because Tommaso Ciampa didn’t even get a chance to fight Chris Jericho? He was low blown before the match even had a chance to start! Tommaso wasn’t even given the chance to decide if being in this match was worth risking his friendship.

[COREY GRAVES]
This is a time for celebration, Mauro! This is not a time for logic and technicalities!

[MAURO RANALLO]
Give me a break and admit that I’m right for once.

The Alpha reaches the bottom of the ramp with the showgirls and lets go of them but makes sure to give one of the women a kiss on the top of their hand before walking off to the steel steps. He steps up one step at a time and then walks along the apron. He looks out to the sea of fans who boo him and show how they really feel towards one of the co-World Heavyweight Champions of XWL. Jericho, per usual, shows how he really feels back and offers a smirk towards the crowd. He steps into the ring and walks casually around the props which are set-up in the ring. His eyes glance at the props up and down and even goes to peak under one of the covered props to make sure it was all good. He nodded his head as he proceeds to walk to the side of the ring closer to the time keeper’s area. A microphone was handed to him by one of the workers at ringside and by now, his theme had slowly faded out until the only sound was the sound of the fans in attendance. Jericho waits a couple of moments for there to be a little more silence before raising his microphone.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I’m a little late with this, don’t you think? In case you don’t know what I’m talking about, let’s take a look at what went down two weeks ago between the so-called best friends during their poorly done, bootleg Highlight Reel.

Jericho points to the Jeritron 5000 and a video begins to play.

Two weeks ago on Anarchy wrote:

*A loud "ohhhh!" is heard from the fans as Gargano breaks into a smirk once again.  He taps his microphone a few times before raising it.*

[Johnny Gargano]
...you did this to yourself.

*SUPERKICK!  Gargano nails Ciampa right between the eyes with a superkick, sending him flying backwards off the chair.  The crowd are stunned by this and don't react for several moments.  When they snap out of it however, there is a huge roar of disapproval.*

[Mauro Ranallo]
What the hell?!

*Gargano has this evil look on his face which is difficult to describe, he steps towards his downed pal and screams at him "You did this!" before mounting him and landing big left hands over and over again on the defenseless Ciampa.*

[Mauro Ranallo]
Something has snapped in the mind of Johnny Gargano!

[Corey Graves]
We've seen glimpses of the darkness inside of Johnny Wrestling for months but it looks like it's completely taken over him right now.  DIY has imploded before our very eyes.  Their friendship won't survive this.

*After what seems like an eternity, Gargano ceases his attack.  He rises to his feet and looks down at his now bloodied hands.  He stares at them for a minute or so before turning back to Ciampa who now wears a crimson mask.  He isn't done as he brings the dead weight of Ciampa to his feet and holds him there.*

[Johnny Gargano]
You did this!  All you had to do was stay out of it!

*Gargano then swiftly charges Ciampa face first into the Garganotron X360, shattering the screen into a million pieces.  Ciampa falls to the ground in a heap, completely out of it and no doubt needing medical attention as the blood continues to pour out of him.*

[Johnny Gargano]
You did this!  You did this to yourself!

*Gargano continues to scream the same words over and over again, either to deliver a message to Ciampa or to convince himself of his own deluded views.  He stands over his former best friend and raises the championship upwards as the crowd lets their feelings known.*

After the video ends, Jericho can’t help but smile while the crowd boos.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I really hate to say it, but man... I was right all along! The friendship between Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa wasn’t a close as they made us believe. It was hanging on by a thread and all it took was a little bit of pressure for one of them to snap and show their true colors. This championship has proven once again just how valuable it is. It’s more important than any friendship. It’s more important than any tag team. Johnny Gargano turned his back on Tommaso Ciampa and DIY is officially DEAD and never again shall we have to hear all the bullshit about friendship and fighting alongside each other and how they were apart of each other’s weddings… and it’s all thanks to me!

Jericho looked so satisfied as he said that last part. Almost as if he was proud of what he did and all it took to rip apart this friendship was one swift kick between the legs.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
But now, through the power of Jericho, it's time we try and rebuild this friendship. I organized this festival to shine a light on their friendship and I'll be damned if Johnny mother fucking Gargano ruins this. Not just for me, but for Tommaso Ciampa. Do you understand how much money it cost for those women to escort me to the ring? Do you understand how much money it's costing me to have these security guards around the ring? Do you understand how much time I put into what is underneath these blankets? Johnny Gargano can ruin friendships all he wants but this is MY creation and I refuse to let him screw with this because he's the selfish one here... and there's one man who I'm sure has a lot to say right now after what happened two weeks ago. Tommaso Ciampa, where are you at, huh? HUH!? Come on out here. Have a drink. Let's talk about your friendship with Johnny Gargano.

And on cue, one of the workers at ringside brings Jericho two glasses of wine. He sat down the microphone to make sure he could take both of them in his hands as he waits for the arrival of Ciampa.














However, it's not the music of Ciampa that begins to play.  It's that of the other co-World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Gargano!  Gargano walks out slowly with a confused look on his face.  He receives a mostly negative reaction from the XWL Universe, given his actions towards his former best friend and Santa Claus earlier in the night.  Only the die-hard Gargano fans would cheer him at this point.  Jericho is instantly alarmed by this unexpected early appearance by Gargano and screams for his security to get into position.  A few leave their posts around the ring to enter it and form a wall between Jericho's seat and the two empty seats, ensuring he's fully protected from any assault given Gargano's unpredictability and especially after what happened at the end of Anarchy last week when he took Jericho by surprise with a low blow from behind.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Here comes Johnny Gargano!  The fans aren't too happy with the former fan-favourite as of late, given his recent ventures into the dark side.

[COREY GRAVES]
Oh come on Mauro!  Gargano is finally showing some potential at being a great champion!  Not only is he showing the killer instinct and ruthlessness he'd lacked previously, but now he is a man with no limits, by his own admission!  He'll do anything to remain in the top spot he currently occupies.  I feel bad about what he did to Santa, but everything else has been a-ok in my book!

[MAURO RANALLO]
And that is why he is a polarizing figure right now amongst the XWL faithful.  The Johnny Wrestling of old would do no wrong.  But this version of Johnny Gargano will do whatever it takes to keep a hold of what he calls his "life's work", even casting aside a valued friendship or resorting to cheap tactics and sneak attacks, emulating his co-champion.  Gargano is now a dangerous, dangerous individual.  The months of physical and mental abuse at the hands of Jericho have created something which we have yet to fully understand inside of Johnny Wrestling.

Gargano approaches the ring, still appearing perplexed by the whole Festival Of Friendship setup.  He looks around at the fans as if seeking an explanation but all he receives in return is an array of boos and jeers.  He seems completely oblivious to this reaction and instead climbs the ring steps and enters Jericho's domain, grabbing a mic and looking over at Jericho who is hiding behind his protective wall of humanity.



[Johnny Gargano]
What the hell is all of this huh Chris?  Haven't you done enough to me already?

Gargano's words are laced with anger as he barks towards his nemesis.

[Johnny Gargano]
Ever since Final Stand you've tormented me week after week.  First you stole my opportunity... then you tried to end my career.  You've disrespected me... you've disrespected my wife... you've beat the hell out of me... you've almost cost me my sanity... you've forced me to share the greatest time of my career with you...

Jericho smirks slyly, almost as if he's proud of the list of things Gargano is reeling off.

[Johnny Gargano]
...and now this?  You know damn well how much my friendship with Tommaso meant to me!  What he did two weeks ago, it hurt me more than you can ever know.  He just couldn't step aside and let me have my moment... he had to betray me and become a threat to everything I have ever worked for-

Gargano looks down at the title around his waist.

[Johnny Gargano]
-my life's work!  I thought I knew Tommaso better than anyone.  I thought he had my back!  But I was wrong!  We were like brothers... we'd been through so much together... so much!  He knew first-hand how much I had sacrificed to finally earn this championship.  But he just couldn't back out of the match at Breakthrough because he was consumed by jealousy.  He stabbed me right in the back... and that betrayal... it left me with a wound that will never heal.  And you just had to come out here with this ridiculous "Festival Of Friendship" and rub salt in that wound didn't you?

Gargano shoots a look that could kill at Jericho who is still smirking like a cheshire cat.  He's very proud of how well he has gotten under Gargano's skin, yet again.

[Johnny Gargano]
When will it ever end huh Chris?  How long are we going to keep doing this for?  Because quite frankly... I'm sick of it!

The Alpha tilted his head and stared at the man with narrow eyes.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
Who in the hell do you think YOU are?

It was a rhetorical question. One that didn't really need an answer, however, Johnny Gargano reminded Jericho that he was the World Heavyweight Champion by motioning to his championship. Jericho shook his head in disgust before lifitng his microphone agai.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
Pathetic. That's what you are. You are pathetic. I asked that Tommaso Ciampa, your friend, joins me out here and yet, here I stand in the ring with you. What's the matter? Could you not handle someone wanting his attention and not yours? Are you a puppy who's craving everyone's attention? You're sick of me? Well, I'm sick and tired of you. I'm sick and tired of this constant idea that you are the victim here. You are the one who's had his back turned on. You're the reason your friendship is as tarnished as it is. You're the reason these people despise you every time you step through that curtain. You're a hypocrite. You're a piece of shit. You're a garbage human being. I did not steal anything from you. I did not torture you. I only did one thing to you and that's exposing you. I exposed you as the man you really are. I shed light on the monster that lurks behind that smile you once wore... but that's why I'm here. I'm here to help.

Jericho stepped over towards one of the few pictures he had. His hand gripped the sheet which was over the picture and he pulled it off to reveal the picture. The cameraman made sure to get a good look at the photo. It was an enlarged picture of Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa holding a set of Tag Team Championships that they had won down in one of the man independent companies that they worked for before they had come here. The Alpha points to the face of Tommaso Ciampa and glances back at Gargano at the same time.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I wanted to save this for Tommaso Ciampa, but I think showing you this works just as well. Look at his face. LOOK AT IT. Does that look like the face of a man who wanted to steal your moment? That looks like the face of a man who was happy to be by his best friend's side. This could be the two of you right now. The two of you could have been the XWL World Tag Team Champions alongside the championship you hold now, but no. You ruined it.

Gargano is enraged by what he considers to be an outrageous suggestion.

[Johnny Gargano]
I ruined it?  I ruined it?!  No!  Tommaso's jealousy ruined it!  Do you know how many times I've had to put up with his constant whining about being overlooked?  Do you know how many times I was the shoulder to cry on when he was left wondering if he'd ever get the call to come to XWL, while I was trying to deal with the crap The Miz and then you were putting me through?  

Gargano looks deep into the eyes of his rival.

[Johnny Gargano]
I was good a friend.  No, I was the best friend anyone could've ever asked for!  But that wasn't enough.  Tommaso put his own success over our friendship... and for that, he's laying in a hospital bed right now wondering if he'll ever be cleared to compete again.  That's his own doing!  He did that to himself!

Gargano shouts his last sentence and you can tell he's still trying to make himself believe that is the case, as well as trying to make everyone else in attendance believe that.  He takes a few moments, looking down at the ground with some sadness on his face.  Eventually he raises his mic again and begins to speak slowly.

[Johnny Gargano]
I don't know what it is you're trying to accomplish with all of this Chris.  Is this another one of your mindgames?  Are you trying to get inside my head?  Because I told you before... you won't like what's in there right now.  What happened to Tommaso will be nothing compared to what I will do to you when you and I finally settle this once and for all at Breakthrough.  There won't be any security to hide yourself behind and there won't be anywhere for you to run.  It will be just YOU and ME.

Gargano points to Jericho then himself.  A deep hatred burns in his eyes.

[Johnny Gargano]
And once I'm done with you, all will be right in the world.  I'll be the one and only World Heavyweight Champion and everyone will adore me once again.  Because the ends will justify the means Chris.  What I've done and what I will do will all be worth it in the end.  The crowd will once again be chanting my name and cheering me louder than ever before.  Because I am the hero at the end of this story.  And you and Tommaso are-

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
MOVING ONTO THE NEXT PICTURE!

Jericho would, of course, have the nerve to interrupt Johnny Gargano. Was that shocking? The answer was a confident ‘no’ by anyone who’d answer that question. It was clear by the look on the face of the other World Champion that he was bothered by the lack of respect being shown. Jericho steps over to the second picture, his protective wall of security dissolving somewhat so Gargano can clearly see the picture, but still enough to shield Jericho.  He reveals the picture for all to see and it’s a picture of the incident between Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa. The broken television screen in the background. Blood was on the skin of the World Champion. Tommaso was out cold and rushed to the nearby hospital afterward. It’s almost hard to look at that picture knowing how a friendship so perfect turned so cold because of two things: a third party and the most prestigious prize in all of professional wrestling. Jericho shakes his head, raises the microphone which he still holds in his hand, the other hand on his hip, and speaks to Johnny.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
You know what I see when I look at this one?

Jericho points at the first picture where they were happy and the best of friends.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I see weakness. I see just another wrestler.

Then the Alpha would point to the second picture. The one which he just revealed.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I see a fire in those eyes which I didn’t see months ago. I see the making of a World Heavyweight Champion. I see an Alpha in the making. You’ve got what it takes, kid, but you needed the right man to bring it out of you. Johnny Gargano was nothing until I came along. Johnny Gargano was just another wrestler on a roster full of talent. Johnny Gargano was a boy… but I made him into a man. Tell your wife I said “you’re welcome” because I’m sure she’s thanking me for doing what no one else has been capable of doing. I made you into a star! I gave people a reason to buy your t-shirts! I gave people to buy your action figures! I made you famous, man! But, you know what? I look at this ‘new’ Johnny Gargano and one thing about him still remains the same. I’m not talking about your physical appearance either. You’ve still got that same haircut. You still wear the same nerdy attires. You look in the mirror and you still see the same man as before… but do you know what I see when I look at you?

The Alpha steps close to Johnny Gargano. The two World Heavyweight Champions stand face-to-face.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
Foolishness.

Jericho quickly steps away from Gargano and approaches the third picture. He takes a tight hold on the sheet which covers it and rips it from the picture to reveal this one to Johnny Gargano.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I want to apologize for the inaccuracy because I was expecting another guest out here.

This picture, unlike the previous two, isn’t a photograph. It was more-so a painting. It was of the wrestling ring. The Festival of Friendship to be exact. Jericho in the ring with Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa. It wasn’t a peaceful scene, however, but seconds before a war is about to break up. In the painting, the security guards had climbed up onto the apron and surrounded the men in the ring… and then reality would begin to imitate art. The security guards would turn around and all of them would begin to climb onto the apron. It was just like it was in the picture… with the exception of Tommaso Ciampa, of course. Johnny Gargano quickly glances around as he takes a look around the ring to see himself being trapped. The security guards don’t go on the attack yet. Jericho, instead, has spoken up.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
Welcome, Johnny Gargano, to the Festival… of the Alpha!

The fourth picture is revealed and it’s the logo for the Festival of Friendship, however, the word friendship is covered in black spray paint. The words ‘the Alpha’ are written over the word. Jericho starts to laugh but he’s suddenly attacked as Johnny Gargano tackles him to the ground and begins to throw punches which the Alpha tries to block. The security force suddenly rushes the ring and pulls Johnny away from Jericho. Gargano refuses to go down without a fight and he swings at the Security but there’s too many of them. This fight ends just as quickly as it begins as Johnny is hit with a police baton. The fans in the arena, though they aren’t quite too fond of this change that Johnny has gone through, still seem to hate Jericho a little more. The security guards bring Johnny to the ground and they take turns stomping on him. One security guard after another. Their heavy boots stomp on the body and limbs of the co-World Heavyweight Champion. Jericho sits back, not yet bringing himself up from being tackled, with the wickedest grin on his face.

[MAURO RANALLO]
Someone needs to stop this! This has gotten out of hand!

[COREY GRAVES]
Who? Who’s going to even try and stop this? Jericho has enlisted somewhere around twelve-or-so security guards. Even the Undisputed Era, currently the largest group in this company, would be greatly outnumbered if they were to make the save. Not that they would. This isn’t any of there business. In fact, maybe this is what Johnny deserves. His recent change in attitude and his actions against his friend have left him with no one.

Jericho is obviously the leader here as he barks orders at the guards into the microphone.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
Cuff him! Put cuffs on that mother fucker!

The Security Guards don’t even hesitate as they begin to listen. One of the guards reaches into his pocket and pulls out a legitimate pair of handcuffs. Not the kind you’d find that cheap and easy to break. These are a legitimate pair that would be nearly impossible for Gargano to escape from. A few of the guards hold Johnny down and force his arms behind his back as the one puts the cuffs around his wrists and locks them. Johnny Gargano is a sitting duck right now. His hands are behind his back. There’s nothing he can do to defend himself. The guards lay out a few more stomps to ensure Johnny would stay down before they look towards Jericho. Jericho nods his head and on cue, the guards would begin to exit the ring leaving only the two men who held World Heavyweight Championships in the ring. Jericho is enjoying every second of this. Johnny Gargano, the bane of his existence, cuffed and defenseless for Jericho to do whatever he wanted. Jericho mounted Johnny and began to rain fists down to his head. One fist after another connected with the World Champion’s head and Jericho wasn’t stopping. He would continue the assault and with each punch, Johnny looked more and more out of it. The punches stopped and this is when Jericho begins to rip the shirt from Johnny and then the World Heavyweight Championship came next. Jericho ripped the championship from his waist, looked at it almost in disgust and then threw the belt up the ramp before snatching his microphone from where it laid in the ring.

C H R I S  J E R I C H O
I’M THE REAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! YOU’RE A FRAUD!

HIS World Heavyweight Championship is removed from his waist and raised into the air as he said this. The microphone is then tossed to the ground and the World Heavyweight Championship, of course, he’d treat that with more respect, right? Wrong. Jericho lets his championship just fall to the mat. The Alpha grabs Johnny by his ears and pulls him to his feet. He FORCES him to his feet. Jericho doesn’t even give Gargano much of a choice. He yells in his face and maybe he gets a little too cocky because Johnny headbutts Jericho and causes him to stumble backward! The crowd would pop and quickly, Gargano went for a SUPERKICK on Jericho… but Jericho ducks the kick and as Johnny turns around… CODEBREAKER! Gargano falls to the mat and is out for the count following that devasting Codebreaker from the Alpha. Jericho stays kneeled one of his knees staring down at Johnny with the evilest look imaginable. The Alpha glances back to the last picture. It stays stood up still after all this time. Chris would walk over to it and reveal it to the camera. It was like the last one. It wasn’t a picture but a painting. It was Jericho standing tall over the two men he was supposed to face at Breakthrough: Tommaso Ciampa and Johnny Gargano. This image in real life is just a little different than that. Jericho only stands over Johnny Gargano but to him, that’s good enough. The message was sent: Don’t Fuck with Chris Jericho and expect to get away with it.

[Renee Young]
Aiden! Aiden!

Rather abruptly we are brought backstage, where we see Renee Young frantically running down the hallways, attempting to make her presence known to Aiden English, who is also walking down the hallways, briefcase in hand, with a determined pace.

[Renee Young]
I’m sorry, Aiden, but a moment of your time?

After a groan of exasperation that can clearly be heard, Aiden turns around to face Renee, scowling.

{Aiden English}
Renee, can you not see I am busy? I don’t have time for this at the moment!

[Renee Young]
Look Aiden, I know, you don’t like when I come to ask you questions, but I’m just doing my job here. I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on what happened last week in the main event?

Aiden rolls his eyes and smirks as if the mere notion of what Renee just said is the least important than in the world to him right now.

{Aiden English}
Oh of course, why am I not surprised. “Oh Aiden, tell me exactly how it made you feel when you lost! Are you ashamed of yourself? Are you no good anymore? Can you still succeed in XWL? Are you even still relevant to this company? Was your Slammy award a mistake?”. DO NOT TRIVIALIZE ME RENEE, YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM EVERY FOOL ONLINE WHO THINKS THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHO AIDEN ENGLISH IS!

Renee takes a step back, looking somewhat concerned. Sure, English being overly dramatic isn’t exactly new, but this seemed… different somehow. More genuine. Scarier.

[Renee Young]
Aiden I’m sorry.. I…..

Watching Renee’s reaction to his outburst, Aiden seems to slowly regain control over himself, beginning to come back to his senses.

{Aiden English}
Renee, I’m sorry….. that was horrible of me… I just, I have to go. I’m late.

Aiden English sprints off from Renee, who is left standing in the middle of the hallway, speechless after what just happened. As Aiden rounds the corner, we’re brought along with him, switching between multiple cameras, following his journey to…… wherever exactly it is he needs to get to in such a rush. As he picks up the pace until eventually developing into a full-on sprint, he repeatedly bumps into backstage employees, sending paperwork and files flying in a trail behind him. Eventually, he slows down in front of a door, leaning against it, out of breath. The camera slowly pans up, and we see that it is the door to Anarchy general manager and leader of the Cabinet, JBL. Aiden takes a few seconds to compose himself before knocking on the door.

$JBL$
Come in.

Aiden opens the door wide with a smile, positioning the briefcase in such a way that it is on full display when walking into the office. He takes a deep breath and pulls up a chair opposite of JBL, who is still occupied with whatever work he is doing.

{Aiden English}
I’m sorry I’m late, you wanted to see me Mr. Layfield?

$JBL$
Ah, That’s right I did. I see your still holding onto that precious prize with great honor, which you should. You earned it. Now Aiden, as I’m sure you already know you are my dearest, most valued and loyal friend. You have been at my side through thick and thin. Through all of my trials and tribulations. You have weathered through the storm. I took you under my wing, and with my mentorship you have achieved great things including winning a slammy for most likely to succeed, the Money In The Bank briefcase, and soon enough the World Heavyweight Championship.

Aiden speaks but gets interrupted

$JBL$
HOWEVER, it seems you have forgotten everything I have done for you. All that I helped you achieve. You forgot that Money is Respect. I basically handed you that damn briefcase, and as soon as I am no longer of any use inside a ring, you run off with that brute Rusev. Now at first, I allowed it, even encouraged it as I saw him as an ally that would be invaluable. However your “partnership” continued until you no longer seemed to be a part of the Cabinet.

Aiden speaks but again gets interrupted.

$JBL$
AND THEN, as it seems this new relationship has come to an end I give you chance at redemption. A chance to prove you are worthy of that briefcase. To prove you have what it takes to be champion. I book you against one half of the World Heavyweight Championship, and what do you do? You choke. You couldn’t get the job done. Now tell me Aiden, speak up and tell me why it is I am allowing you to call yourself a member of the Cabinet? Why am I allowing you to keep that briefcase? WHY am I allowing you to be a part of this damn roster?

JBL stares menacingly at Aiden, who is clearly taken aback and shocked by the comments made by JBL, the man who has been his mentor for over a year a now. He takes some time to ready himself before responding.

{Aiden English}
Mr. Layfield, I am, so sorry that you felt this way. I had no idea. My partnership with Rusev was meant only to serve as a method of dealing with those heinous Hardys, but they took every opportunity they could to involve themselves in our affairs, so the conflict dragged on much longer than I had anticipated. I had no intentions of it seeming like I had left the Cabinet at all, I assure you.

{Aiden English}
As for last week, yes, I will admit, I was defeated by the world champion. However, did you see how I was defeated? Chris Jericho did not deliver that Codebreaker in an honorable fashion! I lost because I went in expecting a fair fight between two superstars, and I got completely blindsided instead. What Jericho did was a disgrace to his championship.

{Aiden English}
So Mr. Layfield, yes, these last few months I have not exactly been delivering on my full potential, but I assure you, the future of I, you, the Cabinet, this briefcase, and XWL as a whole are brighter than ever. You just need to trust me on this one. I'm going to go now, because I know you're a very busy man.

Aiden English leaves JBL's office with a smile on his face after reassuring him, but once he gets to the hallway outside the smile quickly fades. Aiden English loudly sighs and sits down against the wall, still caught off guard by JBL's comments. The last thing we see is Aiden English with his face in his hands, unsure of himself, as Anarchy continues.

Normal Match



Once both Bray Wyatt and Aleister Black have made their way to the ring. The referee checks with boths to make sure they’re ready to compete, and promptly rings the starting bell.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Ladies and gentlemen this should be an interesting one here as both of these men are certainly known for their more, unusual personalities to say the least. Corey, what are your thoughts?

[Corey Graves]
Listen, all I know is that if the lights in the arena go off during this match I’m done.

Black and Wyatt stare each other down for some time, sizing each other up for the coming battle. Eventually, both men make the decision to begin at the same time, and they both simultaneously charge at each other. Right as they would both collide however…...

[Mauro Ranallo]
OH!

[Corey Graves]
COME ON!

....... the lights in the arena turn off. Not an unusual sight at this point, but still an unnerving one. We are left without sight for a while, before finally light is restored to the Verizon Arena.

[Mauro Ranallo]
COREY LOOK WHO IT IS!

But when the lights come back on, one of the two men in the ring is quite different. In fact, it seems that Aleister Black has been replaced by none other than Finn Balor! Wyatt and Balor simply stare at each other, both grinning. Eventually, Balor charges at Wyatt, who just barely manages to roll outside the ring before being hit.

Wyatt makes his way back up the entrance ramp, never once taking his eyes off Finn Balor. The two of them stare deeply into each other’s souls, each trying to somehow unnerve the other in this battle of wits. What this means for Finn Balor’s proposed Hell in a Cell match, who knows?

[Mauro Ranallo]
Well ladies and gentlemen we just bore witness to yet another chapter in the strange and unusual sage that has been unfolding between these two men. Corey, do you think that after this Bray Wyatt is going to accept Finn Balor’s challenge?

[Corey Graves]
MAURO, DO YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON IN THE HEADS OF EITHER OF THESE TWO, ESPECIALLY BRAY WYATT OF ALL PEOPLE? WHAT I HONESTLY THINK IS THAT WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE OF LIGHTING NEEDS TO BE FIRED!

Corey’s bewildered remarks on the subject are the last thing we hear as Anarchy goes to a commercial break. One that’s Christmas themed or something. I dunno.

Main Event

TCSI's First Christmas

 




XWL programming takes an abrupt turn from the ringside area and arena to what appears to be the outside view of a house. Decorated for Christmas, we find ourselves viewing a pretty decent lightshow of Santa Clause on a roof, chanting "Ho, Ho, Ho!" out into the night sky. The camera zooms in, not on him however, but the window that can be seen from the street. Lit up, even in comparison to the house, we glide right through it to reveal a living room, set for the big day that comes only once a year. In vision we see a recliner, sat up to face the rest of the room while being snug next to the fireplace. The fireplace is crackling with logs and flame as we arrive, keeping the room well lit and probably cozy. In the corner of the room, opposite side of the fireplace from the recliner, we find a Christmas tree, decorated from top to bottom.

"Oh, are you here already?"

Can be heard as Eric Young enters the view. Wearing a sweater vest over top of a long sleeve button up, he appears very comfortable for the winter night he's set himself up in.

[Eric Young]
You must forgive me, I wasn't expecting you just yet. But nonetheless, here you are-

Young speaks as he gathers himself, taking his place in the recliner. He sits back, rubbing his hands together and smiling at the camera.

[Eric Young]
Welcome, and thank you for joining me tonight. My name, as many of you may know, is Eric Young. Tonight, I have been tasked with reading you all a story.

Young reaches down beside the chair, pulling up a large story book from what it would appear. On the front it reads "A TCSI Christmas" which Young displays proudly.

[Eric Young]
You're probably wondering why we would be going over a Christmas that is still in the making. However, that is the beauty of it, isn't it? To see a family grow and prosper, especially through their first Christmas together. As you may know, Chris Sabin and Chad Gable have come a long way from when they first met, but that is a story for another time. You see tonight, I'd like to tell you a story of a TCSI Christmas. Their first Christmas, in fact. Let us begin.

Young opens up the book and as he does, what would appear to be sparkles and snow erupt from the book, filling the camera wildly. The smiling face of Young is gone, only to reveal a completely different scenario unfolding in front of us. We find ourselves back inside of an arena, more specifically a locker room. Inside of said locker room we find a Santa Hat clad Chad Gable sat criss cross, apple sauce, directly in front of a present putting the final touches on his wrapping job.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

The voice causes Chad to jump and as he does, the present almost flies from his grasp. Luckily, that isn't the case as he turns to find the host of the voice is none other than his best buddy ever, Chris Sabin. 

[Chad Gable]
Not funny.

Chris Sabin
What? Doing something, secret?

[Chad Gable]
No.

Chad says, sliding the present behind him so Chris can't see it. Sabin leans around, trying to catch a peak.

Chris Sabin
Don't tell me that you waited until the last minute to wrap my gift.

[Chad Gable]
No! I didn't! I just-

Gable fumbles for a moment, then pulls out the wrapped gift.

[Chad Gable]
I'm sorry. I got carried away and almost didn't get time to. But I did finish it!

Sabin laughs to himself, pulling a gift out himself from his pocket. Small enough to hide in there, it is a lot smaller than Chad's long rectangular gift. 

Chris Sabin
That just means, you have to open yours first. Slacker.

Gable smiles and shakes his head before taking the gift from Sabin's hand. He hands his over to Sabin before tearing into the wrapping. Within moments he has it uncovered, his face no longer smiling but, confused. He holds up his gift to show them off. In his hand are two black socks, apparently hand made with the golden letters "UE" stitched into the side.

[Chad Gable]
You.... Shouldn't have?

Chris Sabin
You won't believe it Chad. They were basically giving those away. I figured you'd like them.

[Chad Gable]
Where did you even find these?

The camera hard cuts to an image of none other than Bobby Fish, bent over searching under a couch. He sits back up, shaking his head and scratching it. 

"Where did I put those socks I made?"

Another hard cut, finding our way back to TCSI in the middle of the gift exchange.

Chris Sabin
Listen, that's not important. Can I open yours now?

Without even waiting for an answer as Gable is stuck on these socks, Sabin tears into his. His eyes light up as he pulls his gift from the wrapper, revealing his World Tag Team Title.

Chris Sabin
This- But- How!?

[Chad Gable]
Well.....

Hardcut back to Fish who is digging through his bag now. The door opens behind im to find O'Reilly walking in.

"Hey Bobby, have you seen my belt anywhere?"

Hardcut back to the duo in the middle of gift exchange.

Chris Sabin
This is awesome. You should see the pair of socks I got for your dad.

[Chad Gable]
Chris, yeah, about that-

Chris Sabin
I know. I'm super excited for the Gable family Christmas too! 

[Chad Gable]
It's just that-

Chris Sabin
I'm sure your mom is a great cook and your dad, it's been a while but-

[Chad Gable]
You're not invited.

The room stops, Sabin slowly turning to Chad, the look of disbelief across his face.

Chris Sabin
But, why?

[Chad Gable]
Well, you remember earlier this year when you put my dad through that wall, in my house? He hasn't exactly forgiven you. Don't get me wrong, we're cool. But like, he just, you know, isn't, as cool, I guess. I mean I'd do whatever it takes to get you to come I just don't think he'll go for it.

Chris Sabin
Whatever it takes, huh? Well, Chadsworth, I got an idea.

Before Gable can even ask or interject, the screen hard cuts to a scene that could only be the front of the Gable Family household, a festive version of it anyways, with the current XWL Tag Team Champions of the world standing near the front door with Gable wearing a heavy looking coat to combat the weather while Sabin stands to his side, wearing a festive themed dress and sporting a clearly fake wig on his head, a hint of makeup caked on his face and his teeth chattering in the face of the unforgiving weather.

Chris Sabin
You know, when I hatched this masterful idea, I expected you to be a gentleman.

[Chad Gable]
What do you mean, I went along with your plan, didn't I?

Chris Sabin
Here I am, fighting off frostbite to make this work and there you stand, cozy as can be.

[Chad Gable]
You knew it was gonna be snowing, why didn't you bring your own coat?

Chris Sabin
Call it an oversight. Now give me your jacket so you can avoid introducing your parents to your soon to be frozen solid tag partner.

[Chad Gable]
Fine.

Gable slowly removes his coat, savoring the last few moments of warmth he's going to experience for the next handful of seconds before handing it over to Sabin, who wastes no time throwing it over his shoulder and puts it on.

Chris Sabin
Alright, are you ready for this?

[Chad Gable]
Not really. Are you sure this is going to work?

Chris Sabin
Nope.

With that said, Sabin presses the button near the door to ring the bell, causing a festive sound to fill the cold air for a few brief moments before the door swings open, the warmth from within the home to escape and slap the faces of the Trash City Stupid Idiots. Alongside the heat, the smell of food being prepared is also a welcome scent as the man opening the door is none other than the patriarch of the Gable family: Mr. Gable himself.

[Mr. Gable]
Son!

The older Gable pulls the younger Gable in for a hug for a few moments before the father son pair break apart.

[Mr. Gable]
And who might this be? You didn't mention you were bringing a date.

[Chad Gable]
This is, uh, Chris...

Uncharacteristically, Gable freezes up, and it's not due to the weather outside, almost stammering as his mind races to come up with a convincing name.

Chris Sabin
Tina. Christina.

Sabin gives Gable a light glare as he almost single-handedly brought the plan to an end before it even began.

[Mr. Gable]
Pleasure to meet you, Christina.

The older Gable takes a hold of Chris' hand and raises it up, causing Sabin's expression to rapidly change into a confused on, unsure of what's happening, looking to Gable for a sign or any sort of assistance. He proves to be no help as Mr. Gable kisses the back of Sabin's hand before releasing it, leaving him temporarily scarred from the experience.

[Mr. Gable]
Please, come in.

The Tag Champions waste little time taking him up on his invitation, if anything, to escape the outside weather. A few moments after making their way indoors, Sabin looks around the interior of the Gable household, everything looking nearly identical to his first experience months ago, spotting a single difference in the shape of the wall being seemingly repainted recently.

Chris Sabin
That wall looks freshly painted, what happened to it?

A slight smile appears on Sabin's face, knowing full well that he was responsible for that.

[Mr. Gable]
Well, it's quite the long story so I'll keep it brief. Some months ago, a person my son was fighting with decided to show up here to get under his skin and tried to use me to send a message. It didn't work and Chad here beat him with ease on the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year.

Sabin slowly turns his attention to Gable, almost ready to relive their war in the past, as Gable just shrugs.

[Mr. Gable]
Whatever happened to that punk?

[Chad Gable]
I have no idea, I was being too successful in the Tag Division to pay attention to him.

[Mr. Gable]
I hope he got what was coming to him. Speaking of the Tag Division, how's that been going? Are you still Tag Team Champions with... what was his name? Alex Shelley?

By this point, Sabin is burning a hole through Gable, contemplating the longevity of the plan.

[Chad Gable]
Yeah, we're still Tag Team Champions.

[Mr. Gable]
As you should be. What was the name of the team again, I was thinking of buying one of your shirts. Oh wait, I think I remember: Motor City Machine Guns. Doesn't make much sense to me but if it works, it works. And the way I see it, it could be much worse. I mean, you could be teaming with that punk that put me through the wall, wouldn't that be something.

Sabin begins mumbling to himself.

Chris Sabin
I'll put you through that wall again, old man...

[Mr. Gable]
What was that?

Chris Sabin
I said you have a lovely home, Mr. Gable.

[Mr. Gable]
Well thank you, Christina. Why don't you two make yourselves at home while I help set the table up with an extra place.

The older Gable leaves the room and makes his way to the kitchen as the Tag Champions find themselves in another room, doing their best to keep their voices down to avoid prying ears.

Chris Sabin
You didn't tell him?

[Chad Gable]
What was I supposed to do? Come home and be like “Hey dad, I'm in a tag team with the person that put you through a wall.”

Chris Sabin
When you say it like that...

[Chad Gable]
That's what I'm saying.

Chris Sabin
Did you really have to take my partner and my team name? Why didn't you say Eric Young was your partner?

[Chad Gable]
Well, they don't exactly get along.

Chris Sabin
That makes two of us. New plan: We make it through tonight and never speak of this again. Sound good?

[Chad Gable]
Sounds like a plan.

Chris Sabin
I think the food's ready now, we should go.

The duo rise from their seated position and begin making their way towards the kitchen but before they exit the room they're in, Sabin stops Gable in his tracks.

Chris Sabin
Before I forget, I'm keeping his socks.

One corridor later, they're standing in front of the kitchen, Sabin being the first to walk through the threshold but stopping after taking a step through, lightly tapping his head on something unknown. He looks up to find the culprit, which turns out to be one of the worst things, in his mind, much worse than a spider: A Mistletoe. His eyes widen in fear as he drops his sight back to the rapidly approaching Chad Gable, trying to motion for him to stop before it's too late but Gable deciphers this as Sabin being Sabin, unknowingly walking into the trap set by Christmas itself. Sabin brings his hands to his head, knowing what comes next as per the rules of the dreaded mistletoe. It isn't until know that Gable realizes what he just walked into, causing his seated family to almost cheer it on as if they were watching one of his matches.

The look on Sabin's face is one of almost sorrow as it reads a mixture of “I tried to warn you” and “I'm so sorry.” Knowing this is the only way to keep up their ruse, Sabin extends his arms towards Gable's head, placing one on each side, before closing his eyes and pulling himself towards his tag team partner, causing an impromptu kiss to happen between the duo, a more than audible gasp escaping the Gable household. Not because of the scene before them but because of Sabin's wig falling off right before the act, revealing the man under the wig to be none other than public enemy number in as far as the Gable family is concerned in Chris Sabin.

[Mr. Gable]
You!

In order to avoid the wrath of the man he put through a wall many months ago, Sabin takes this as his opportunity to skedaddle from the situation unfolding before him, opting to make a beeline out of the house the only way he knows how to: By throwing his body through the window near the front door and landing in the snow outside. An audible “Ow!” is heard from outside as Sabin has seemingly escaped the retaliation of not only Mr. Gable but the entire household. Gable somberly says his goodbyes before taking a few steps towards the now broken window and carefully makes his way out through his partners previous efforts, the duo promptly kicked out of this Christmas gathering.

As a shot of the broken window begins to fade in the shot when the camera lens becomes littered with snow, we're greeted to another shot, this time outside the Gable household. Nearby the snow filled driveway sits Chad Gable and Chris Sabin besides a roaring campfire to keep themselves warm, the pair somehow managing to snag a pair of branches and on the tip of those branches sit two slowly roasting marshmallows.

[Chad Gable]
That could have gone much better.

Chris Sabin
I told you we should have gone with the more expensive wig.

[Chad Gable]
You said no such thing.

Chris Sabin
There's no need to bring up the past. Look, I will admit that this plan was doomed from the start but the fact that we made it through the door is an achievement unto itself.

[Chad Gable]
Speaking of the door, you do realize it wasn't locked, right? You didn't have to jump through the window.

Chris Sabin
If I remember correctly, and I do because it was a few minutes ago, you jumped through the window too. Well, “jumped.”

[Chad Gable]
Well, yeah. I'm not gonna take the door when there's a perfectly good window right there.

Chris Sabin
Well, there you go then. You're welcome. What I don't understand is why sell a dress that isn't made for the cold during winter? It's like they want you to freeze. Luckily I brought a change of clothes, wait here.

Sabin runs down the driveway and enters a phone booth causing an confused expression to appear on Gable's face.

[Chad Gable]
Where did that phone booth come from?

A few seconds pass before Sabin emerges from the booth sporting winter appropriate clothing, ready for the terrors of the freezing weather. Seeing as the pair is no longer welcome, Gable puts out the fire and rejoins Sabin on the sidewalk, the universal thought being: Where do they go from here? Sabin looks to his friend whose expression has dropped to a rather saddened one, frowning.

Chris Sabin
Now I know you didn't want to get kicked out of your dad's house but come on it isn't that bad, is it?

[Chad Gable]
It isn't that, it's just...... Now Santa won't bring me anything this year.

Sabin laughs, not able to catch himself as he chuckles, reeling it back in almost immediately staring at the still sad Gable.

Chris Sabin
Oh, shit. You're serious.

Chad just nods, unable to form words as Sabin slowly puts an arm around him.

Chris Sabin
It's, okay Chad. It's not like he's real anyways.

There it is, the sweet moment gone as Chad shoves Chris away, the look of horror on his face.

[Chad Gable]
You! You take that back! You liar!

Chris Sabin
I'm not lying, Chad. He isn't real!

[Chad Gable]
Is too! Is too! 

Chris Sabin
Can you prove it?

Chad waits a minute, thinking it over and then begins to walk away from Sabin.

Chris Sabin
Where are you going?

[Chad Gable]
The North Pole. Come on!

Chris Sabin
You can not be serious. I'm not going to the North Pole.

Gable stops, staring down Sabin who doesn't budge then hatches a plan.

[Chad Gable]
Fine, I guess Undisputed Era will just ruin Christmas then.

Chris Sabin
I guess we- wait, what?

[Chad Gable]
Yeah. I heard they are already almost there. Determined to stop Christmas, no matter what.

Gable pauses, closing his eyes. As he opens them Sabin is darting past in a full sprint.

Chris Sabin
OVER MY DEAD BODY!





As we return to the duo, we find ourselves on a poorly made fake bush, sitting on the side of a sidewalk. We see the eyes of Sabin and Gable peering out, looking from left to right. 

Chris Sabin
This is a terrible idea.

[Chad Gable]
Look, we're working on a time sensitive schedule. This will work. Just follow my lead.

The two pause as someone can be heard shuffling by. As the camera backs out we see Jeff Hardy approaching the bushes, wearing a camouflaged winter coat and matching pants. Just passing by in the area, Hardy appears to be on his phone, texting someone. Without any warning at all, Gable leaps from the bush as Hardy gets close and snatches the phone from his hand, darting off past him. Jeff, confused, doesn't give chase but turns and watches him his face reading that of "what the actual-" Then Chris leaps out, catching Hardy's attention as well.

Chris Sabin
How did you do that!? Just pulled a phone out of thin air!

The confusion doesn't cease there, as Hardy gives him an expression that reads, “Are you blind?” Sabin doesn't acknowledge this and instead chases after Gable, making sure not to get left behind. Jeff does a double take, unsure of what to even make of what just happened, opting to shrug his shoulders and pull out another phone from one of the many pockets within his coat, picking up where he left off and going on his merry way. We scroll down the street at an extra pace to find our heroes, out of breath, standing next to a light post just a few blocks away from the theft that just occurred. Sabin having just caught up to Gable.

Chris Sabin
That..... Was.... The plan!?

In between deep breaths, Gable responds to the furious Sabin.

[Chad Gable]
It worked...... Right? Now...... To call...... Matt.....

Gable dials the number from Jeff's phone. It rings, then the sound of glass shattering takes over the phone's system. The two look at it, confused as nothing happens for a moment.

Chris Sabin
Did you break it?

Then, a song begins to play from it.



As the song comes to an end, our heroes have moved across planes, now stood in a solid white, area so to say. They look around, finding frames along walls that don't seem to exist, a chair and a desk. The multiverse. Home to Matt Hardy and other dieties alike, this is the place to move across time and space with ease. The two look estatic, having found their one way ticket to the North Pole to find Santa and save Christmas. That is, until their eyes are set upon the desk that reads "Back in 5" on it a note left on it.

Chris Sabin
Now what do we do? 

[Chad Gable]
Find the right one, I guess. Get to looking. 

The two look at the many different portrait frames, finding visions in each of them. The pyramids of Gyza, the American Revolution, the beginning of all of time, etc. Epic events can be found, along with personalized ones. This being revealed as Chris calls out to Gable from across the way.

Chris Sabin
I think I found the right one.

Gable looks to find an image of Chris Sabin holding the Intercontinental Championship above his head with Gable at his feet. Gable looks to Sabin, then at the picture, then back to Sabin. 

[Chad Gable]
I'm not having this fight right now.

The two are walking along when suddenly they hear a noise from behind them, causing them to spin on the spot. The two share a glance of fear as to what will happen if they're caught in Matt Hardy's secret chamber of awesomeness, and without Hesitation Sabin grabs Gable and dives through one of the portraits. Right into, a ring? In an attempt to become familiar with their surroundings, the duo begin to examining anything and everything within the confines of the apparent building... arena... giant box they're in. They clearly notice that this isn't like the arena's they're used to these days, seeing as this one is completely empty, devoid of human life, aside from the two men in the ring.

Chris Sabin
So I think it's safe to say that this isn't where we intended to go.

[Chad Gable]
What gave it away?

Chris Sabin
Now isn't the time to-

???
A new challenger approaches!

Before the Tag Champs can even speak a single word,the lights in the “arena” dim to near darkness, the silhouettes of the pair known as the “Stupid Idiots” from “Trash City” the only notable or visual thing seen.





The all too familiar theme begins to play as an audible cheer from the “audience” begins to fill the air, Gable's silhouette throwing a visible tantrum in the ring as the theft is clearly apparent. What started like Gable's signature theme turns into travesty as Gable falls to his knees, audibly shouting “What did you do to it!?” while Sabin tries to console his tag partner and best friend. A spotlight falls onto the apparent stage, an almost unreal sight falling before the Tag Team Champions. On his knees sits an almost perfect carbon copy of Chad Gable, having his arms extended outwards, and behind him stands a carbon copy of Chris Sabin, his arm extended towards the ring and his hand in the shape of a gun. The only difference separating the two duos is that the versions of TCSI on the stage have a noticeable mustache on their upper lips, almost as if they're playing up the stereotypes of being the “evil” version of the duo.

The “evil” TSCI begin to make their way down the ramp, mocking the entrance down to the mannerisms and the singing along to the theme, despite not audibly shouting it due to whatever reason. The “evil” Gable climbs onto the apron while the “evil” Sabin slides into the ring, pointing his gun shaped hand towards the Detroit native. Sabin assures Gable that this is his fight, causing him to exit out to the apron and await his entry into this impromptu “match.” Still having his arm extended in the shape of a gun, the “evil” Sabin holds his counterpart at proverbial “gunpoint,” causing Sabin to slap it aside and catch his evil version with a forearm to the face.

The “evil” Sabin staggers backwards and not being one to allow a cheap shot, in his eyes, to go unanswered, he charges forward, walking into Sabin's trap in the form of a Reverse Atomic Drop before take a step back and combining it with an Enzuigiri, sending him backwards once more. This time, his journey is halted by the turnbuckle, giving Sabin an opportunity to charge forward, catching him across the jaw with a running Yakuza Kick. When the early momentum seemed to be in the corner of the Tag Champs, the “evil” Sabin begins to slowly turn from a solid into a gas, disappearing into the air and causing Sabin to pull his leg away at record speeds, backing up towards his corner, questioning just what the hell happened before his very eyes as he and Gable question the traumatic experience.


HAIL SABIN!


A theme that hasn't been heard since the pairing officially became a tag team begins to play as “evil” Sabin reemerges from the equivalent of whatever the backstage area is in this “arena.” Much like the original theme that played prior, this one has adopted the sound of it as well, causing an almost eerie rendition to begin playing as the “evil” Sabin, mocking his counterpart, makes his way towards the ring the only way he knows how to before ultimately climbing onto the apron while the “evil” Gable enters the ring. Gable mouths, “Guess it's my turn” and tags himself in, entering the ring while Sabin exits out onto the apron, the second round kicking off.

The “evil” Gable wastes no time charging his counterpart, Gable quickly dodging the takedown attempt with ease before retaliating with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex of his own, sending the “evil” Gable down to the canvas. He pops back up but is quickly met with a second Suplex, yielding the same result. This time, his rise is a bit slower, clearly feeling the effects of the maneuver, but that doesn't stop him from attempting his first bit of offense, which ends when Gable's arms wrap around his body, throwing him into the air to finish off the hat trick, forcing the “evil” Gable to use the nearby turnbuckle to his advantage and slowly rise to his feet. That proves to be a mistake almost instantly as Gable wraps his arms around his waist once more, slamming him chest first into the turnbuckle before rolling through it and hitting his trademark O'Connor Roll German Suplex on his “evil” version, causing the sight to repeat itself as “evil” Gable dissipates into the air.

Gable rises up to his feet and takes a few steps towards his corner, awaiting the impending return of his evil counterpart. As if right on cue, this version of “Take on Me” begins to play for the second time, “evil” Gable appearing on the stage, mocking Gable and his mannerisms with relative ease until making his way onto the apron as “evil” Sabin makes his way into the ring. Gable tags out and makes his way onto the apron as Sabin reenters the ring, this is quickly revealed as a mistake because as Gable was exiting the ring, the “evil” Gable had already entered it and without warning has charged an unsuspecting Gable, sending him out of the ring and towards the outside while “evil” Sabin had thrown Sabin into the ring, effectively making this a two on one handicap match for the time being.

Sabin is forced up to his feet by his evil version and is lifted into the air for a revenge fueled Reverse Atomic Drop, which leaves Sabin open for a combo attack as “evil” Gable takes a hold of his waist and lifts him into the air for a German Suplex. Quickly recovering from the cheap shot, Gable rolls into the ring and pulls him out of harms way, lifting him out of the precarious position he was in. Still having Sabin in his arms, “evil” Sabin takes offense to Gable's actions and begins to charge forward, causing Gable to think on his feet, throwing his tag team partner like a dart towards “evil” Sabin, managing to catch him with a unique Hurricanrana, sending the evil counterpart towards the canvas.

While the impromptu tag move was pulled off to much success, that leaves Gable open to “evil” Gable's retaliation, catching his with a calculated punch to the jaw, sending him back first into the turnbuckle. Sabin returns to the fold by putting an end to the assault before it happens when he spins “evil” Gable around and kicks him in the gut, doubling over the “evil” Superstar. He wraps his arm around his neck and twists him around, putting him in a hanging neckbreaker position as he begins motioning to Gable to scale the turnbuckle. Before he could see his plan unfold before him, “evil” Sabin has reentered the fold, charging Sabin with the intent to remove him from the equation with a lariat. Sabin ducks this and takes a hold of “evil” Sabin's head, putting “evil” TSCI in a less that good position, Sabin shouting out “Now!' to Gable, who with an impressive leap hops onto the top turnbuckle and does a picture perfect moonsault, comboing perfectly with the double neckbreaker, causing the “evil” pair to fade into the air above them. The Champions help each other up to their feet, a proverbial weight being lifted from their shoulders as they make it back up to a vertical base. With a great evil vanquished, the pair's next objective becomes the quest to escape this realm... or is it?


I've paid my dues
Time after time


The third theme begins to play as the Trash City Stupid Idiots stand in the ring, wondering just how they keep their “evil” versions from reanimating.

Chris Sabin
We're not doing this right now. I refuse to see them ruin this song for me too.

[Chad Gable]
I hope you're ready for another fight.


I've done my sentence
But committed no crime


Chris Sabin
Do you still have that phone?

[Chad Gable]
Yeah, why?

Chris Sabin
Let me see it real quick.

Gable begins searching through his pockets until finding its location but when he pulls it out, it slides out of his hands and falls down onto the canvas below them.


And bad mistakes 
I've made a few


Chris Sabin
Way to go, Butterfingers.

[Chad Gable]
It's not my fault the phone slipped out of my hands. Foiled by technology again.

The pair quickly scramble for the phone but it just slips out of their respective grips as if it refuses to conform to man.


I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through


Chris Sabin
Got it!

Sabin has the phone firmly in his grasp as he maneuvers through the many apps, reaching his destination in the form of the contacts list. He quickly scrolls down to Matt's name and presses it as if his life depends on it, cause it may very well just might. A moment passes before the two are sucked through the phone, back into the multiverse. As they are spat out onto the floor, they begin to breath heavy before looking around. The room is just as they left it, except the sign on the desk has been changed to "Back in 10" rather than the one that was previously posted.

[Chad Gable]
Okay, so that, really sucked. 

Chris Sabin
I mean, it could of gone worse, right?

[Chad Gable]
On the brightside, I think I see the right doorway at least.

Chris Sabin
What gives you that idea?

The two look towards a frame, covered in a red paint with green decorations for Christmas along with some for snowy type events. The two look at each other before shrugging. Just a good guess, right? They stand, bracing themselves before nodding at each other for what might come next. What could it be? A deadly monster? More evil clones? A winter wonderland- wait, that's it. As they erupt out of the frameway, directly into a wooden floored building. They look around as all the members of the room turn and take a look at them. Elves. Clad in green garbs these shorter individuals look towards their visitors smiling. Well, all but two.

Chris Sabin
YOU, MONSTERS!



Before anyone can react Sabin darts, diving off the balconey they had emerged on down into the sea of humanity, right onto two very familiar faces in the form of Kyle O'Reilly and Bobby Fish. How did they even get here, one might ask but in this moment all you can hear is the screaming of the rest of the room. Elves begin to dart left and right away from the scene as Sabin lands and crashes onto Reilly and Fish. He swings wildly, clipping Fish with a shot as he is mounted onto Reilly. Gable sighs then follows his best friend, diving off the balconey onto Fish. The two roll, Fish ending up on top, swinging wildly at his attacker.

Toys begin to be grabbed off the work tables, getting swung and broke over the backs of TCSI and UE alike. At one point, Sabin is sent flying over a convator belt which appears to be used to migrate the influx of toys. Sabin is moved around the room with O'Reilly on top of him, sending fists flying while Gable and Fish roll around on the ground, trying to out wrestle each other. Elves have scurried from the area the best they can and all hope seemed to be lost until...

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?"

The words echo louder than any of the fighting causing them to stop. The only problem with this is that Sabin has picked up a toy and went to sling it, but with the voice catching his attention, he lobs it right at the beholder. A rather plump man whose face is covered by a beard, wearing all red. Jolly Ol' Saint Nick himself stands, but not for long as the toy clips the side of his head, causing the elf to hit the ground in a deafening fashion.

The shriek of horror that comes from Chad Gable's mouth breaks the silence that has overcome the room. He can't believe his eyes. The entire reason he is here, down for the count in front of him. He looks to Sabin, then back to the Elf, unable to form words. No one moves, that is, until an elf, older than all the others steps forward, kneeling down next to Santa Clause. He does a quick check on him, before looking up to the four that have gathered around, forgetting their hatred for the moment.

"If I may, he must be very disappointed in the four of you. I know I would be if I was the big man. This time of year, and the four of you are squabbling. Look at the mess you've made of the workshop and on top of that, put the boss man out on Christmas Eve itself. Do you even know what Christmas is all about? Coming together, despite differences. It isn't about the presents, the amount of money you spend. It's about community. Family. You four have demonstrated that you surely don't know anything about those. However, there may be a chance to redeem yourselves."

The four look to one another, disappointed deeply in their actions. They simply look to the head elf, nodding. This is their last chance to fix Christmas. If not for themselves, then for everyone else in the world. Their anger and envy blinded them but this moment, they've come together.

"You must deliver the gifts this year."

Gable seems to light up like a light as the others look to one another. The voice of our narrator comes over the images we see, such as the memebers of UE and TCSI loading up the sleigh as a team, guiding in the reindeers and dressing the part.

"It was that night, that our heroes learned a very valuable lesson. No championships, no feuds, no envy and no tag teams were needed this night. For this night belonged to the spirit."

We see Gable and Fish in the back, presents in either hand, chucking them out to the building below as O'Reilly and Sabin attempt to hold the reigns together, guiding their path.

"This night, they all learned about the true spirit of Christmas..."

The image backs out, showing the four on the sleigh as it glides in front of the moon, illuminating their shadows as they all yell out in harmony.

"Merry Christmas!"

We return to Eric Young as he closes the book, smiling at the camera as a sparkling snowflake glides onto screen to create two very beautiful words as out camera begins to fade out.



THE END