XWL Anarchy: 9/2/2019 - 9/9/2019

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LIVE FROM: The Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan

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






1. Long Reign The Golden Goddess
Thanks to Mandy Rose's unmatched beauty, talent, and the brilliant officiating by none other than Mr. McMahon..Mandy Rose brought the stars and the moon back into alignment by easily dethroning the fraudulent North American Champion Alexa Bliss. What was declared "3 Stages Of Hell" proved to be nothing but a breeze for God's Greatest Creation as she expertly out-wrestled her jealous foe, and despite the heinous actions of Kairi Sane...she overcame the odds and walked out of Ohio to a standing ovation celebrating her newly reclaimed reign. As if last night couldn't have gone any better, Kairi Sane the interfering culprit was fired and we can happily confirm that our dearest Mandy Rose is officially through with Five Feet Of Fury herself, and so with a jealous spiteful foe left utterly out-wrestled, and ousted from her stolen throne...is there anyone who stands a chance of facing The NEW North American Champion? That's not a question, that was rhetorical, as in no...there isn't anyone.


2. Tag-Team Turmoil
The Longest Reigning Tag-Team Champions TCSI found themselves in a clash with Motor City Cup Winner Tyler Breeze and his stand in partner Aiden English. Despite it being the first night Prince Pretty and The Drama King had paired up...they more than held their own against the dynamic duo that has beaten every team they’ve come into contact with since their reign began. But things quickly turned heated as the action spilled to the outside, and with all four men trading shot after shot, and each taking their opportunity to shift the tide in their team’s favor...ultimately the referee reached a count of 10, and this match ended disappointingly in a double count out. While we’re certain a rematch is on the horizon...tonight two of the brawling superstars Chad Gable and Aiden English will clash in a match that will be FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE. Can Gable pick up a victory and give Aiden the competition he sought after...or will Aiden pick up a telling victory over one half of The Tag-Team Champions?

3. A World Consumed By A Dragon
Daniel Bryan ever since Cesaro came into his life and unleashed “The Dragon” within has been on an absolute tear. At Warzone he found himself in between A Demon King, and a Titanium Tyrant...and despite his tough foes, he successfully and decisively defended his World Heavyweight Championship pinning Drew McIntyre just as he did the month before when he became Champion. While he’s just achieved his first successful defense as Champion...as anyone knows, there is no rest for the weary. There’s a line of Superstars all hoping to become World Champion...including his partner The King Of The Ring Cesaro...but the question is, who can try to bring Bryan’s world crashing down? The Demon King has been determined to attain that title, and some might say he has cause to inquire about a rematch given the fact that Bryan didn’t pin him. However, it might not be that simple. Who might be the next Superstar to challenge Daniel Bryan for The World Heavyweight Championship? Tonight will certainly begin to answer that question.

4.  Intercontinental Open Challenge?
Unless you’ve lived under a rock for the majority of this year...the previous Intercontinental Champion would often come out following a successful Pay-Per-View defense...and boldly throw down the gauntlet for one Superstar to face him, right then and there for his title. Chris Sabin fought for many many years to become Intercontinental Champion...and despite the belief that he could perhaps rest on his laurels he is going to do no such thing. He intends to head down to the ring tonight, raise his title, and say who wants some? Can he retain his title back to back nights like the man he unseated? Or is that much easier said than done? With a post match assaulted from WALTER perhaps signaling he isn’t finished with him, and a locker room of hungry talent...your guess is as good as ours when it comes to who will accept his challenge tonight.

5.  LIVing Large
At Coronation Liv Morgan secured a Women’s Championship Match of her choosing when she became The 2019 Queen Of The Ring. But on that very night Becky Lynch defeated one of the greatest females to ever compete in XWL, Layla...and Tessa Blanchard ended her storied competitive and even rivalry with Kairi Sane to retain The Women’s Championship. These three elements have been intertwined ever since, mostly Becky and Tessa as things surged beyond personal with blindsided attacks, statement making messages, and accusations that grew beyond wild. The Crown Jewel Of The Women’s Division met The Man at Warzone in a No Holds Barred Match that truly captivated the split audience. But before we had any decisive conclusion The Juvenile Delinquent strolled out, her crown noticeably absent...and she revealed that she would be facing the winner on Anarchy. That momentarily distraction allowed Tessa time to roll up The Man and retain her title. The question is, can she defend it again tonight knowing that she is FAR from one hundred percent after the brutal month she has had to endure? Not if The Crownless Queen has anything to do with it.


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Main Event

As tonight's edition of Anarchy officially goes live from The Little Caesars Arena in Detroit Michigan anticipation is radiating through the air as the fallout of Warzone is upon us.



A fantastic display of pyrotechnics blast off at the top of the stage, ramping up the excited crowd even more. Tonight marks the first stop on the road to the one event a year where the POWER is put into the hands of the fans. In just 6 weeks Cyberslam will be upon us, and if previous years are any indication for what we can look forward to? This year will surely be no different. No with Champions needing challengers, and rivalries needing stipulations we know that on tonight's show we will begin to see Cyberslam take shape. The camera scans quickly through the crowd showcasing a lot of signs, one thing that is very hard to miss, are the many signs supporting Alexa Bliss and condemning the actions of Mr. McMahon in The North American Championship Match that saw her literally be screwed in a multitude of ways out of her title. There are signs flat out shaming that behavior, but also little printed out paper signs that have been passed out through a chunk of the crowd that simply say her name. It was one of the biggest talking points leaving Warzone...because every possible worst-case scenario we thought up, somehow was one-upped by Mr. McMahon and his presumed mistress The NEW North American Champion Mandy Rose. Not only was Alexa the victim of truly deplorable behavior..but her best friend Kairi Sane was left victimized herself as she was fired for stopping Mr. McMahon from pulling a Montreal Screwjob in Alexa's home state of Ohio. Fans may be excited for what's to come, but they're also disgusted by what transpired and their signs make sure that it doesn't go unnoticed.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Ladies and Gentlemen, wel-

[Corey Graves]
WELCOME TO THE GREATEST NIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF OUR SPORT AS MANDY ROSE BEGINS HER HISTORIC REIGN AS NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP ALL OVER AGAIN! Your acne has cleared up, global warming was reversed, and WORLD HUNGER WAS RESOLVED! God's Greatest Creation reigns again, and LONG MAY SHE REIGN, FOREVER!

[Mauro Ranallo]
I was going to get to that, not quite as...extra? But yes, as you'll notice in the crowd there's a lot of animosity in the air over The North American Championship Match involving then champion Alexa Bliss and now NEW Champion Mandy Rose.

[Renee Young]
I'm just going to bite my tongue and simply say that the actions of The McMahon administration last night were appalling, and it makes me sick to my stomach that anyone can try to celebrate ANYTHING that happened involving that match. Alexa Bliss was robbed, from the very jump, until the very end when Mr. McMahon "accidentally" caused her to fall off the ladder. Justice for her, justice for Kairi Sane who was fired for NO REASON...that's all.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Tonight following the war that transpired we have ONE new Champion while all the others managed to walk away with their reigns still intact. Some through technicalities such as the brawl that broke out between Aiden English, Velveteen Dream, and The Tag-Team Champions TCSI causing their match to go to a double count-out.

[Corey Graves]
While others like Daniel Bryan and Chris Sabin emphatically defended their titles proving a point. Daniel Bryan against the odds of a Triple Threat managed to once again pin Drew McIntyre perhaps ending the Titanium Tyrant's rampage once and for all. While Chris Sabin overcame the large challenger in front of him defeating Walter to continue his long-awaited reign as Intercontinental Champion.

[Renee Young]
One thing to note about Bryan's victory is that while he did retain, there was another Superstar involved in that match...The Demon King Finn Balor wasn't pinned or submitted...I wonder if he'll try to challenge that decision on the basis that he wasn't beaten, Drew was.

[Mauro Ranallo]
It's a valid point, but might any other Superstars try to jump ahead of him in the line? There's a lot of hungry talent that would love to compete for The World Heavyweight Championship...so I'm interested in seeing how the night plays out.

[Corey Graves]
Switching back to Chris Sabin for a moment we have learned that tonight he intends to defend his Intercontinental Championship again, being inspired the man he dethroned to become Champion.

[Renee Young]
It's a spirited decision, perhaps also supplemented by the fact that his other title, The Tag-Team Championship didn't really satisfy the fans appetite for a title match so he's trying to make it up to them by having an impromptu defense against ANYONE on the roster later tonight.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Given HOW the Tag-Team title match ended we'll no doubt see a rematch in the future, which will be interesting in itself because Aiden English and Tyler Breeze weren't a Tag-Team going into Warzone...in fact, Aiden was a last-minute substitution to replace the injured Velveteen Dream. But there seems to be something there between the two of them that might blossom into a full-blown partnership.

[Corey Graves]
The last title we've yet to get into was The Women's Championship...which, where do we even begin with that?

[Renee Young]
Tessa Blanchard was the victim of a hit and run, and all of the evidence pointed at Becky Lynch her challenger for The Women's Championship...down to her car rental and everything. Which led us to a No Holds Barred Match at Warzone where The Women's Champion had to sign a hold harmless agreement in order to be allowed to defend her title given the many injuries she suffered from being hit by the car in question.

[Mauro Ranallo]
It as a peculiar feeling amongst the fans because both The Man Becky Lynch and The Diamond Of XWL Tessa Blanchard have become quite beloved...yet with everything happening as it has, it's almost been a "who do we root for?" situation. The Champion and Challenger absolutely took the term "go to war" to a new level as they had one hellacious battle.  

[Corey Graves]
But, their battle did not have a conclusive finish as Liv Morgan strolled out revealing she had exchanged her crown in to challenge the winner as Becky Lynch was rolled up, and Tessa retained her title.

[Renee Young]
The Queen Of The Ring Liv Morgan revealed that she will cash her crown in on Anarchy, TONIGHT in our Main-Event to challenge Tessa Blanchard for The Women's Championship. When I say I personally cannot wait for this match I mean I genuinely am excited for what these two Women will do tonight, especially knowing that The Man is far from finished with both of them.

[Mauro Ranallo]
That of course as Renee said, will be The Main-Event tonight as Tessa Blanchard continues to push herself to follow in the footsteps of the Woman she defeated at Final Stand earlier this year to carve a lane for herself in the ever so competitive Women's Title scene. She may have lost the title the next month, but after she regained it in The Elimination Chamber in dominating fashion? She has been on fire ever since, and she certainly hasn't let her injuries deter her from remaining at the top of the mountain. We've got a great show ahe-




















[Renee Young]
Wait, what?

[Corey Graves]
That piano can only mean the arrival of one man...a man we haven't seen a whole lot of for the last two years.

Detroit gleefully screams as the stage lights up, and the word "ROODE" appears on the backdrop of the titantron, confirming that the music is indeed correct...BOBBY ROODE is here! Why? We do not know but it's hard for any excitement to be contained as he quickly steps out from the back in a suit, looking out into the masses with a smile on his face.



[Mauro Ranallo]
We say anything can happen on Anarchy, you never know what will happen or WHO will show up...moments exactly like this when BOBBY ROODE steps out onto the stage taking all of us and this arena by surprise.

[Renee Young]
I didn't even know he still was contracted with XWL...he's not really been around much outside of when we've seen him with James Storm in The Tag Tournaments.

[Corey Graves]
There's no beer cooler accompanying him tonight, and The Cowboy James Storm isn't in tow either...I wonder what's brought him here, especially now at the start of the show. No disrespect intended, but this is normally reserved for...a higher tier talent.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, he's dressed to impress tonight, perhaps he has a good reason to be here. It has been about three or four months since he and James Storm lost in the first round of The Motor City Cup, for the second year in a row actually...

As if the tune has been stuck in their heads since the last time they heard it, the audience sings along to his "GLORIOUS" song, all while he continues to let out a deep exhale, scanning the crowd that's begun to serenade him with his own song. It's got to feel good for a guy that hasn't really been around that he can show up and be welcomed so warmly by The XWL Universe.



He finally stops at the top of the ramp, again looking from left to right at all the cheering fans, returning their smiles with one of his own as he almost seems overwhelmed by all of this. He even mouths "For me, really?" as he motions to them, and the camera cuts to the fans in sections as they sing his song.

[Renee Young]
Bobby Roode, of course, is a former Intercontinental Champion...with Chris Sabin having an Open Challenge...maybe he's decided to come back with a purpose, to regain the title he last held 2 years ago?

[Mauro Ranallo]
He did lose that title by issuing an Open Challenge himself...maybe now is the night he seeks to redeem that night.

[Corey Graves]
I don't know if that's such a good idea, considering Chris Sabin is Tag-Team Champions with the man defeated him...and how successful TCSI have been the last year or so...Bobby Roode might do best to aim a little lower. Maybe go pick a fight with Mike Kanellis or something.

[Renee Young]
I think Mike's got his hands full enough with Maria if what we saw before between them was anything to go by.

The GLORIOUS one heads down the stage, passing the fans along the way as he ventures to the ring. His short distance down the ramp leads him to the steel steps by the ring post of which he starts to walk up and his sights again switch to the crowd that's consistently giving him such a warm and welcoming reception. He walks along the apron then stops himself as the audience reaches the "GLORIOUS!" part of his entrance music and he can't help but smile, nodding as if to say they nailed it.



Roode takes a couple steps further along the apron then steps into the ring, throwing both arms out as again the crowd's singing had led to another shout of "GLORIOUS!" Perfectly timed with his pose he stands there for several seconds, letting it all sink in considering it's been a while since he's been able to have a moment like this.



These days he's barely been a blip on anyone's radar, but tonight with a purpose in the way he walks, and a gleam in his eye...we may just finally have The "Glorious" Bobby Roode back on Anarchy for good. Something that excites us because this is a man who when he's motivated is a very capable competitor. He once defeated a very unstoppable Samoa Joe to become Intercontinental Champion. So maybe with the past 2 years to revisit what went wrong and caused him to go on this downward spiral into sporadic relevancy he's finally found the confidence to face the past and put it officially behind him as he looks to the future. We don't know why he's here, but as he beckons to the ringside assistant for a mic, one he is quickly handed...we realize we're going to find out the answers to our questions very soon.

[[Bobby Roode]]
Let me start by saying...it feels absolutely....

As his jaw hangs open, ready to finish his statement...the audience loudly shouts out "GLORIOUS!" to which he flashes a smirk, nodding as if to say "yeah that's it." He's not been a focal point of XWL for a long time...he's made a few appearances over the last few years in an attempt to bring "Beer Money" to The Tag-Team division...but, nothing has worked out. So to have the fans not only remember him but vividly remember him enough to finish his sentence for him? That's pretty cool.

[[Bobby Roode]]
Yes, it feels GLORIOUS to be back in an XWL ring...



[[Bobby Roode]]
But let me put your excitement to rest, James Storm is not here with me tonight because quite frankly? He's too busy guzzling down a six-pack every night as he has long since come to terms with the fact that his career is all tapped out! No, see...I am here tonight to set the record straight, and that all starts...by saying that I do not appreciate you defiling MY catchphrase with your inferior, and quite honestly? Undeserving tongues!

Well, that was...not what we expected...the audience's reaction sort of fizzles as they try to understand what switch suddenly flipped to have him speak to them in that way. He was smiling and nodding, and seemingly encouraging them to chant it when he first came out here...so to say they're confused is a bit of an understatement.



[[Bobby Roode]]
What's the matter? Are you confused? Are you disappointed? Have I shattered your hopes and dreams as you come to terms with the fact that I am NOT here for YOU? Well now you know how it feels, don't you? To be let down, to be disappointed, to come to terms with the fact that NONE of you were EVER here for me!



[[Bobby Roode]]
I have done everything a Wrestler is supposed to do in this company, I've been present, I've been LARGER THAN LIFE...but WHAT did it get me, huh? Almost 2 years ago I became Intercontinental Champion...I was crowned YOUR Breakout Star of The Year...and because of your "love" because of your "adoration" I wanted to make YOU proud. I wanted to be like all of the greats you worshiped, and SPONTANEOUSLY DEFEND MY TITLE, BECAUSE WHAT CAN GO WRONG WHEN YOU HAVE THE PEOPLE RALLYING BEHIND YOU?!

As he finishes that "question" his tone becomes quite sarcastic, showing off a very sour expression as if he has a bad taste in his mouth. Which you have to imagine some of this crowd must feel the same way after cheering his return moments ago, only to now have him speak to them like this.



[[Bobby Roode]]
Oh, that's right...EVERYTHING! My night was not "GLORIOUS" it was DISASTROUS! Some little squirt accepted my challenge, gave a heartfelt speech as all of you began to rally behind him...and what happened? HE BEAT ME! He took my title, sullied my night, and by the time the next episode of Anarchy aired? All of you had forgotten I even existed. No, you had a new toy to play with, a new puppet to shove your grubby little hands inside of and control with your "love." The poison had eroded my career going forward as its venom became so unrecognizable I couldn't even realize I was ill! I spent so much time blaming myself, blaming my ability, questioning everything I thought I was...and then, after the third failed Beer Money revival a couple of months ago, it all hit me...I wasn't the problem, YOU were!

An audience never takes kindly to being spoken to like this, and when you go blaming them for your problems? That especially doesn't lead to a good reaction, no they started out happy to see him back...but now their boos say differently.

[[Bobby Roode]]
That's the problem in a nutshell, you can't take responsibility for ANYTHING, can you? See, I have 3 sons, and they're very well behaved, they know when they've done something wrong, they apologize...and then I forgive them because that is what LOVE is. If all of you truly...and I mean truly loved me? You would have sent tweet after tweet out professing your undying sincerest apologies at the fact that you pressured me into defending my title when you had no business doing so. You would have sent me a box of chocolates begging for my forgiveness, you would have written me letters signed "We're sorry" But I didn't get a single box of chocolates, I didn't get a single tweet with the word sorry or apology for that matter...and the only letter I received was from XWL stating that they were not going to renew my contract.



[[Bobby Roode]]
I was this failed project that now had outlived its purpose, and THAT my friends...well, former friends...is when I realized my purpose was not expired, my purpose was something I had in front of me all along, and that is my family! And this isn't one of those sappy tales of me being a tremendous father that is here trying to give his kids the best life possible, or to give my loving wife the life she deserves...no, while all of that may be true? This isn't about what your perception of me is, this is about what puts food on their table.



[[Bobby Roode]]
Daddy isn't here to play, he is here to FIGHT and he is here to make MONEY! And if there's one thing I've learned throughout this process? It is that it PAYS to be Roode...so allow me to reintroduce myself to all of you. My friends call me Bobby...but to you? I'm Robert...Robert Roode...and every single last one of you...can kiss my GLORIOUS ASS!

The mic falls to the canvas with a thud, as Bobby...or Robert Roode since we're apparently not friends of his...turns slightly so that his backside is facing the camera, and then he makes the motion of blowing a kiss, but as he puckers his lips against his palm and moves his hand away...he soon directs his hand right to his butt smacking it with a very satisfied look on his face as the audience boo much louder.

[Corey Graves]
Okay, I take back what I said earlier...that was a GLORIOUS way to kick off tonight's show! Where has this attitude been? Bobby Roode is back, and he is done being Mr. Nice Guy.

[Mauro Ranallo]
You mean Robert Roode, Corey. Only his friends may call him Bobby.

[Corey Graves]
I'll have you know he's a very good friend of mine.

[Renee Young]
Since when? 2 minutes ago?

Proud of himself for in his mind, getting out of the toxic "friendship" he had with The XWL audience, he basks in their boos.



But his enjoyment is magnified all that much more when his music sounds again, and unlike when he first came out here...the audience isn't happily singing along...they are just booing, and that..that is REAL music to his ears.



Still standing with his eyes shut, he starts to laugh carefree way, shouting "GLORIOUS!" mockingly at them. Previously that would have caused them to shout it back, but now? It just makes them boo and boo, and he relishes this moment for all that it's worth.

[Mauro Ranallo]
The XWL Universe now question whether or not they're actually happy about the return of ROBERT...Roode...but while his attitude may be a little much I must admit it is good to see him back and in better form.

[Renee Young]
I just don't understand how he can blame the fans...he took it upon himself to issue that Open Challenge...how are they at fault for his shortcoming?

[Corey Graves]
Because as I've mentioned before, the fans often have a way of making The Superstars do things not because they want to, but because they feel like they have to in order to continue receiving their support. They had just crowned him Breakout Star Of The Year...you mean to tell me that didn't come with the implication that he had to defend his title right then and there?

[Renee Young]
I don't personally see that no.

Bobby Roode opens his eyes, smiling widely as he sees the once delighted crowd now showing their disgust...and it's like the chains that drug him down...at least in his mind, have now fallen to his feet, no longer weighed down by what THEY think, by what THEY have to say. The only thing that seems to matter to him, is the monetary aspect of this business. With a pep in his step, he struts across the ring to the ropes, then steps out onto the apron throwing both arms out as he did earlier, a gesture that signaled the crowd to shout "GLORIOUS" but again like music to his ears...the boos or the outright silence just warm his heart. He walks down the steps with a little strut, then passes by the fans he passed on the way to the ring and they extend themselves over the railing with lowered thumbs and audible shouts of "YOU SUCK!" Again, he remains unbothered, and absolutely...GLORIOUS as he starts to head up the ramp with a new lease on his career, no longer the man that will follow to the beat of their own drum.

He's a husband, a father, a veteran of this business, and he's done being treated as if he's just some filler act or some show pony that can be carted out every so often to "pop" a crowd. He's through with the beer, now it's all about the MONEY! Bobby Roode ascends back up the ramp, where the camera turns slightly so that it's almost like we're seeing what Bobby himself sees...and that's when we're thrown for the second loop of the night thus far by the appearance of none other than The World Heavyweight Champion Daniel Bryan, and The King Of The Ring Cesaro standing at the top of the stage. Both Superstars are dressed to impress as they have been recently, Bryan accompanied by his title on his shoulder, while Cesaro is wearing his crown proudly. The Glorious One steps a little further toward them with his back to the camera. The Corporate Cyborg is on his left, while The Corporate Dragon is on his right, and both soon extend their arm toward Roode, a balled-up fist with the thumb left out. Bryan extends his left, Cesaro extends his right...and they look to Roode who now has gotten within reaching distance of them. We don't see Roode's reaction, we just see both of his arms start to stretch out, his hands forming into fists as well, mirror their gesture with his thumb out inching slowly to them until his left thumb meets Cesaro's, and his right meets Bryan's, forming a "bar" like link with each of them.

[Renee Young]
I'm sorry what the hell is going?

[Mauro Ranallo]
It looks like Robert Roode has already found himself some new friends.

[Corey Graves]
You are the company you keep, and there's no greater company than The World Heavyweight Champion...and The King Of The Ring!

They hold their thumbs together for a moment until suddenly Cesaro & Daniel both pull Roode into a group hug, seemingly welcoming Bobby into their collective. The boos have only magnified since the moment they embraced because Bryan not too long ago had a similar "break-up" with the fans and those wounds have far from healed. Roode pulls back a bit, enough to where he can turn his head, and when he faces the camera...all you see is the biggest shit-eating grin across his face.

[Renee Young]
Ugh, look at that smile on his face...he looks so proud of himself.

[Corey Graves]
Why shouldn't he be, Renee? He went from the sidelines to THE MAIN-EVENT all simply by changing the people he chooses to spend his time and energy on. His children have a father that completely turned around his situation, his wife has a hungry and fired up husband that will not allow her to go without the finer things in life...and his legacy will no longer be about BEER...MONEY...it will just be about THE MONEY!

[Mauro Ranallo]
He won't be winning any popularity contest with The XWL Universe anytime soon but with his pockets more lined than ever, or so it seems...I'd say he appears to be alright with that.

Joining alongside the top two Male Superstars in XWL today? It certainly does pay to be Roode. The trio of best-dressed arrogance soon turn away and in unison walk to the back as Anarchy heads to its first commercial break of the evening following the unexpected return of Bobby...well, Robert Roode...and his even more unexpected alignment with Daniel Bryan & Cesaro.

We return from commercial break and the commentary starts talking about the next match about to take place and the events that happened in the beginning of the show.

[Corey Graves]
Can you believe that, a glorious start to Anarchy, fresh off the heels of WarZone!

[Mauro Ranallo]
You aren’t kidding, that was unexpected and that’s usually what we were told to do from the get, expect the unexpected.

[Corey Graves]
That’s why you should always keep your head on a swivel, you will never know who might show up..

As soon as that thought is said, you can hear these words fill the entire arena.

THIS

IS

MY





Out from the back comes someone who everyone knows but not sure what she’s doing out here, with the look on her face being the catalyst to her intentions. The fans are going insane and the commentary doesn’t even speak yet.

The woman standing tall with her spiked vest and her black leather pants, studs aligned across her gear enough to show that she’s not to be messed with. Her raw attitude with an eyebrow of cockiness added in. She scans the crowd for a few seconds at the top of the stage, grabbing onto both sides of the vest.

Looking in both directions, she lifts up her chin and curves her lip and then suddenly as the music builds up to the right moment..






She raises up both of her arms and does the same with her right foot, stomping down to the stage as everything settles in. Then flips back her hair as the aura of her arrival is felt. The look on her face of disgust and bitterness doesn’t go away, in fact it gets more apparent. She has swagger in her walk as she casually strolls down the ramp.

[Corey Graves]
Guys, who would have thought that we should see the return of not one but two superstars here tonight?

[Mauro Ranallo]
That’s no superstar, that’s the always eccentric and foreboding not to mention menacing, Rhea Ripley.

[Renee Young]
The last time we saw here, she was only beginning to make slight waves among the roster, but this time I see something different.

[Mauro Ranallo]
What you see is the definition of the term, laser focused.

Ripley picks up the pace and swings her arm around the ring post, sliding her knee onto the apron and hanging halfway off it. Her arms and body are lounging in the ropes, as she slowly raises her head, hair dangling and all. Once standing on the apron being the center focus, she puts both her hands into rocker poses and raises her arms crossed for a few seconds. Rhea heads into the ring and doesn’t hesitate to rip the microphone away from the ring announcer who was awaiting the next match.

Rhea keeps the microphone down low and feels the energy of the crowd for a moment or two. The music dies down and then she’s able to speak and turns the microphone sideways up to her mouth.

[༄ʏᴏᴜʀ_ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ❦]
Rhea Ripley
Oh, I’m sorry.. Am I not what you expected? Well, I’m what you got. I chose to be here, because I want to and I want the XWL Universe, no actually I want the entire world to know who the true Rhea Ripley is. I am going to rip apart this women’s division. Believe it or not, there is no escaping that fact.

Ripley doesn’t even blink when saying this and then continues on.

[༄ʏᴏᴜʀ_ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ❦]
Rhea Ripley
Last time was a bit of a false start, let’s change that.. Let’s make you bitches get the creeps. I want to see you puke at the thought of me, fuck your diva standards, and beauty tips. I am a real woman, and I will punch you right in your god damn face, or kick the shit out of you. Both, at the same time. Let’s not get things twisted, I will wash away these broads and put a hurting on those who dare to get in my way.


[༄ʏᴏᴜʀ_ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ❦]
Rhea Ripley
If you ever aspired to be something in this place, I suggest you take notes. I suggest you pay close attention to what I do to all of these cunts. Yeah, I went there.. Because this is not up for discussion, I will lock you in the chains of your own insecurities and doubt.

Shrugging at the thought of other reactions to the claims.

[༄ʏᴏᴜʀ_ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ❦]
Rhea Ripley
You can scream. You can shout.. I hope you all pout and cry for a long long time. You’re looking at the new heartbreaker, all your favorites are going to get a taste of my medicine, and it’s lethal.

Rhea throws the microphone and her theme follows quickly after, she does her pose in the middle of the ring as her message is sent clearly. We fade to commercial break as she exits the ring sparking her way up the ramp at full speed.

[XWL Interviewer]
Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, she is well known in the XWL Unvierse, the one, the only, BAYLEY!

The crowd goes wild as the camera pans out and reveals the returning Bayley, but she doesn’t look to be in the best of moods.



[[Bayley]]
You know, I’m sorry, I was really excited for tonight, to finally be back, but I’m just so angry right now, I can’t even think straight

…………

[[Bayley]]
I’ve always felt at home in XWL, it’s why I’ve never stayed away for too long, and it’s why I’ll always keep coming back. This company launched my career, it gave me the best friends I could have ever asked for, and so many unbelievable experiences, the type of things that I used to go to sleep dreaming about.

……………………….

[[Bayley]]
But what I’ve achieved, what we’ve all achieved in this industry to bring it up to where it stands now, we didn’t do it so some snot nosed punk could come in and degrade what it means to be part of this division. This isn’t the diva’s division, it’s the women’s division, it has been for a long time now, and for her to just come in here and insinuate that we aren’t real women, when she can’t even get through one sentence without cursing, is actually insulting to me.

…………………………………………………………


[[Bayley]]
Rhea, if you want to punch someone in the face so desperately, then why don’t you meet me in that ring later tonight and do it! But I guarantee you, the only one screaming and shouting at the end of this night, will be you.

Bayley walks off screen, leaving the interviewer perplexed but happy with the content.


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[Renee Young]
Well there you have it, Bayley’s been back less than five minutes and she’s already laid out a challenge, it just remains to see whether Rhea will accept.

[Corey Graves]
Of course she’ll accept Renee, she’s always looking for a fight, and I’m sure she won’t have any second thoughts when she’s beating the hell out of Bayley later tonight.

We are brought backstage and see a door with the words“Vince McMahon’s Office” written on it. The door opens and Vince is seen glaring out of it.

Vince McMahon
Alright then, get in here…

The crowd pops as Dean Ambrose is seen walking into the office, followed by the cameraman. The door shuts behind them as Vince and Dean take a seat opposite each other at the GM’s desk. Vince is wearing an expensive suit, with his tie tied perfectly around his neck. Dean however is wearing a black leather jacket over a stained and wrinkled T-Shirt.

Vince McMahon
You said you watched Warzone on your way back from the hospital last night, right?

Dean Ambrose
I sure did boss.

Vince McMahon
Then you saw what happened to Kairi Sane?

Dean Ambrose
Yep.

Vince McMahon
And you still want to keep screwing with me, huh?

Dean sits back in his chair.

Dean Ambrose
Sure do.. Because unlike Kairi Sane, you can’t fire me. It’s in my contract. It’s funny, what was it? Maybe two months ago when we were sitting here last? And you begged me to come back, you pleaded for me to pick your company over the independant scene… I was hesitant, after all, the last time that I was in this company you literally made a “Demise of Dean Ambrose” tournament to get the World Heavyweight Title off of my shoulders. So I agreed to come back to XWL on one condition, if in my contract I have a clause that I can’t be fired. After all, I know that you don’t like me, and well, we all know how I feel about you.. I needed to make sure you weren’t just bringing me back so that you could just fire me again and force me to have to wait six more months before going back to the independent scene… So here we are..

Vince sits up in his chair and glares as Ambrose puts his hands behind his head and his feet on Vince’s desk.

Vince McMahon
Well, that’s fine and all. But at Warzone you said that you wanted to negotiate your contract. So, here’s your new contract. It will make you just like everyone else.. After all, you said that your mission isn’t to injure my superstars anymore right? So there’s no need for your special contract any longer.

Vince pulls out a contract from his drawer and slides it onto the desk. Dean looks at it and smirks.

Dean Ambrose
Oh Vince.. You must have misunderstood me.. I didn’t want to change that part of my contract. What do you think, I’m stupid?

Vince McMahon
Well..

Dean Ambrose
No, I’m keeping that the way it is. You have already signed it, and can’t take that back. And I know that if you had the option to, you’d fire me as soon as you could..

Vince McMahon
No, sooner..

Dean laughs to himself and shakes his head.

Dean Ambrose
Oh you just wait and see… You think you hate me now? Well Vince, I’m just getting started with you.. My new goal is to make your life a living hell, just like you did to me with your “Demise of Dean Ambrose” Tournament…

Vince McMahon
Is that why you came in here? To threaten me?

Dean Ambrose
No, no.. You’re right, let’s get back to business..

Dean pulls out a piece of paper from inside his jacket and tosses it on the desk. Vince snatches it up and looks at it with a disgusted look, as if Dean’s filth would rub off on him from just touching the piece of paper.

Dean Ambrose
That’s the only change I want done to my contract.

Vince McMahon
Your name?

Dean Ambrose
Yep.

Vince McMahon
You want to change your name to.. Jon Moxley?

Dean Ambrose
Back to Jon Moxley.. I’m sick of the name that you branded me with…

Vince McMahon
And why the hell do you think I’d agree to this?

Dean Ambrose
Because if you don’-

Vince angrily stands up all of a sudden.

Vince McMahon
I DON’T CARE!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY OFFICE AND TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!! Who do you think you are!! Because I know who you are!! You’re nobody!! Without me you’re NO ONE!! I made Dean Ambrose, not you, not them, ME!! Without me you’d still be wrestling in front of twenty unemployed gamestop nerds for free!! SECURITY!!

Seven security guards rush into the room and surround Ambrose, who stays seated.

Vince McMahon
Here’s what’s going to happen DEAN.. This is MY company. And I tell YOU what is going on.. So you’re going to leave this office before I MAKE these security officers forcefully remove you, because I know that under that leather jacket and tough persona you have on bandages and a few broken ribs...

Ambrose looks at the security officers, eyeing them up.

Vince McMahon
Also…

Vince rips up the contract that Dean brought with him.

Vince McMahon
I don’t care who you want to be, you’re in MY company, and you’ll be WHO I TELL YOU TO!! From this day forward every time that the name Jon Moxley is said on XWL television that person will be fined $5,000!!! And if the name Jon Moxley is shown on an XWL titantron or appears as a TV graphic, I will personally fire the video guy who let it happen!!! You hear that DEAN!! I make the rules here, and you WILL realize that one way or another.. Just like your Ohio pal Alexa Bliss did… So will you…

The security members move in on Dean, causing him to stand up and hold his hands in the air non threateningly, realizing that he is too injured from Warzone to take on seven security officers at once.

Vince McMahon
Oh, and Dean. You think that this “Road to Redemption” of yours is going to work? You think that a few “I’m sorry’s” is going to make these fans forgive you? No Dean, these people saw exactly who you are, and they’ll never trust you again!!! You think that they have your back?? Well they don’t!! And I’m going to prove it!!

Dean is almost at the door now, glaring at the security guards.

Vince McMahon
At our next Pay Per View Daniel Bryan will be defending his World Heavyweight Championship against one of four men.. And seeing as it’s Cyberslam I’m going to let the fans vote as to who Daniel Bryan faces.. It will either be You, Joey Janella, Keith Lee… or one other person who I’ll let you find out later..

Dean steps out the door as do all the security officers.

Vince McMahon
I guess we’ll really see who has your back then..

Vince slams the door in Dean’s face.

Renee Young
Ladies and gentlemen, we have reports that R-Truth has once again gone to the wrong arena… He was last spotted five minutes down the road at Comerica Park, which is the stadium that The Detroit Tigers play at.. Let’s take a look…

We are shown a video package.. It begins with Truth walking inside a baseball arena looking very confused. He has his “Million Dollar Title” around his waist and his “Money in the Bank” briefcase in his hand. He sees a condiments counter.

R-Truth
Don’t mind if I do..

Truth pulls a hotdog out of his pocket and sprays some ketchup and mustard on it. He continues to walk around the arena looking confused as he eats the hotdog. He sees a security officer.

R-Truth
Hello sir, is Mr. Kyle here??

Security Officer
Uhmm.. who??

R-Truth
Is this XWL Breakdown?

Security Officer
What?.. Oh XWL? That wrestling promotion that is in town?

R-Truth
Yeah!!

Security Officer
No, this is a Detroit Tigers game. That wrestling show is down the street at Little Caesars Arena.

R-Truth
Oh.. Not again!!...

Truth thinks to himself.

R-Truth
Oh well, I already bought a ticket… And I’m not booked tonight!! Maybe I’ll watch some baseball!! After all, it was at a baseball game that I became XWL’s Million Dollar Man!!

Security Officer
Whatever man, just move it along…

Truth looks at his ticket and goes to find his seat. It happens that his seat is located in the front row, right above the home team's dugout. Truth takes a seat and looks to his left, where a young fan is sitting wearing the visiting team’s hat; The New York Mets. The kid is staring at Truth with wide eyes.

Kid
You.. You’re R-Truth!!

R-Truth
Yep!! That’s me!! What’s your name?

Kid
My name is Billy, I’m a huge fan!!

R-Truth
Thanks Billy! It looks like you’re also a baseball fan!

Kid
Yep! I like the New York Mets!! Noah Syndergaard is my favorite!! He’s pitching right now!! They call him “Thor” because he looks like Thor from the movies!!

R-Truth
That’s pretty cool. They call me R-Truth becau-

Kid
Wait.. R-Truth!! What are you doing here!! Why aren’t you at Anarchy??

R-Truth
Well I wasn’t booked today

Kid
But Chris Sabin is scheduled to defend his Intercontinental Championship in an Open Challenge Match!! After the match, when whoever accepts his challenge and him are tired, would be the perfect time for you to cash in your briefcase!!

R-Truth
Leaping Leopards Billy!! I didn’t know that!! I need to get to Anarchy so that I can cash in my Intercontinental Money in the Bank Briefcase on Alex Sabin or whoever he faces, and become Intercontinental European Champion, and 24/7 i95 Million Dollar Champion!!

Kid
Is the Million Dollar Title even a rea-

All of a sudden music begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd cheers as the Tigers mascot begins to dance on the home team's dugout. The words “Everybody Dance Now!” flashes on the big screen as the music plays. Truth stands up and starts to dance along with the crowd. The mascot can see that Truth is a good dancer and motions for him to join him on the dugout. Truth hands his Million Dollar Title and Briefcase to the kid he was talking to and jumps on the dugout and begins to dance with the mascot as the crowd cheers. A man wearing a Detroit Tigers uniform and holding a microphone walks up to Truth.

Announcer Guy
Wow!! Those are some dance moves!! Right??!?

The crowd goes wild.

Announcer Guy
What’s your name sir?

The man puts the microphone in front of Truth’s face.

R-Truth
My name’s R-Truth!! What’s Up!!

Announcer Guy
That’s an interesting name.. R Truth.. Well who wants to see R Truth have a dance off with our Detroit Tigers Mascot!!!!

The crowd cheers

Announcer Guy
What do you say R Truth!! If you win, we’ll give you a jersey!!

R-Truth
Okay!!

The music begins to play again. The Detroit Tigers mascot begins to do the worm as the crowd cheers. He gets up and points at R-Truth who does a Fortnite dance which causes the crowd to cheer even louder. The Mascot does the robot, causing the crowd to cheer in his favor again. Truth answers back with a spin followed by a split!!!

Announcer Guy
Wow!! That looked like it hurt!!

All of a sudden the mascot kicks Truth in the gut and throws him onto the baseball field. The crowd lets out a surprised “ohhh”. The Announcer drops the microphone and takes off his Detroit Tigers uniform, revealing a referee shirt underneath it!! The mascot then takes off the mascot head, revealing none other than Virgil!! The crowd has no idea what’s going on so begins to angrily boo as Virgil hops down onto the field and pins Truth as the referee counts from on top of the dugout…
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The referee snatches the Million Dollar Title out of the kid’s hand and hops down onto the baseball field to hand it to Virgil!!! The new champ holds the title high above his head as the crowd boos, pissed off that they’re interrupting their baseball game with these shenanigans. Virgil takes a few steps away from Truth, who is now recovering. All of a sudden Virgil gets hit in the groin by a baseball!! The crowd cheers as we see that it was Noah Syndergaard who threw it!!! Truth leaps on top of Virgil and the ref has no choice but to count, rather than tarnish his reputation as a licenced pro-wrestling referee.  

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Truth grabs the Million Dollar Title off the ground. The kid who was holding the briefcase tosses it down to Truth, who catches it and looks over towards Noah Syndergaard.

R-Truth
Thanks Thor!!! I loved you in Batman vs Superman!!!

Truth looks around.

R-Truth
I need to get out of here!! I have to get to XWL Breakdown and cash in my Intercontinental Money in the Bank Briefcase on Chris Shelley or whoever beats him tonight during his Open Mic Night Challenge!!!

Truth then makes a run for it.. We go to our next segment.

As XWL Anarchy rolls on, we are greeted by our commentary team.

Mauro Ranallo
There is a lot to talk about coming out of XWL Warzone, but one of the big talking points is what happened to our very own Renee Young. Unfortunately Renee, you were attacked by Charlotte Flair. Care to update everyone on how you're doing after the attack?

Renee Young
I'm still a little sore, but I'll be fine. I'm just thankful that young woman rushed in when she did.

Corey Graves
Right? Who knows what Charlotte would have done. She's snapped!

Mauro Ranallo
Speaking of the young woman that assisted you, we have actually identified the woman to be Bianca Belair! Bianca is actually one of our XWL Performance Center stand-outs and after the events from Warzone has been given a shot here in the big leagues. Our own Cathy Kelley sat down with Bianca Belair earlier today.

As a fade into the pre-recorded interview, we see the bright smile of Bianca Belair flash the viewers at home. Across from her sits XWL interviewer Cathy Kelley.

Cathy Kelley
First Bianca, I'd like to welcome you to the main roster and I believe the big question on everyone's mind is why did you save Renee Young at Warzone?




Well I didn't see anyone else jumping to Renee's rescue! I wasn't gonna stand by and let an innocent commentator get beat up by a trained Superstar like Charlotte. If there's one thing I HATE, it's a bully. Charlotte has become the biggest bully of them all as of late. If Charlotte wants to pick on someone, why doesn't she step up to someone who can fight back? How about she steps up to the E-S-T of professional wrestling? I didn't just jump the barricade to save Renee Young though.. Over the last year, I have become sick and tired of being at the XWL Performance Center and just waiting around for a main roster spot. I needed to make my mark here in XWL. I needed to create my own opportunity and guess who everyone is talking about? Me.. and trust me when I say that Charlotte was just the beginning.

A confident smirks forms on the face of The EST.

Cathy Kelley
Who is Bianca Belair?

We hear Bianca chuckle at this question.




I am exactly what I just mentioned before. I am the E-S-T of this business. No other Superstar on this roster can compare to me. Male or Female, doesn't matter. I am the strongEST.. I am the fastEST.. I am the toughEST.. and you better believe that I am the all-around bEST competitor to ever put ink on an XWL contract. While these women were rolling around in dirty rings on the independent scene or posing for some bikini catalog, I was All-SEC AND All-American in track and field. While they were starving themselves to stay thin, I was making a name for myself in CrossFit winning competitions and being featured in various magazines all across the world. While these women begged and pleaded to just get a try-out at the XWL Performance Center, I bypassed the tryouts entirely because I was better than all of them. It wasn't me begging XWL for a contract, it was XWL begging me to sign a contract... and here we are.

Cathy Kelley
Bianca, what do you hope to achieve here in XWL?

Once again, Bianca chuckles at this question.




There is no "hoping", Cathy. I am the bEST this company has ever seen, no doubt about it. I WILL win everything the XWL Women's Division has to offer. I WILL win every tournament. I WILL win every trophy. I WILL win the North American Championship. I WILL win the XWL Women's Championship. I WILL clean out the entire women's division and then who knows, maybe I'll go on and see what the male division has to offer. This whole company is about to realize exactly why I am the E-S...



Bianca’s interview quickly disappears from the monitor before she’s even finished, as Charlotte’s entrance video takes its place.

Mauro Ranallo
Speak of the devil and she shall appear

Corey Graves
Renee, if you want to leave, we’d completely understand.

Renee Young
Thank you Corey, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of watching me run away with my tail between my legs. IF she tries anything this time, I’ll be ready for her.



Charlotte walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, and a confident look on her face.

Mauro Ranallo
I guess we’ll never know what Bianca was going to say.

Corey Graves
And thank god for that, I thought she was never going to stop. EST this, EST that.

….

Charlotte’s music cuts out as she turns to the monitor.



[Charlotte Flair]
Oh, did I interrupt something? I am so sorry about that, it wasn’t my intention, I guess the people back there must have thought what I had to say was just more important or something huh?

Charlotte laughs to herself and walks into the ring.



[Charlotte Flair]
Listen, Bianca was it? I know you’re frustrated, as amazing as you are, with all of your many talents and accomplishments, and the fact that you were apparently begged to sign a contract for XWL’s Performance center, you were stuck there for almost a year, just wasting away, hoping and dreaming that one day you might make it to the main roster, and I know that must have been so painful and so difficult for you. I’d like to stand here and say that I understand how you feel, but that would just be a lie. See, like you, I was begged to sign with XWL, but unlike you, I wasn’t put the performance center first, and do you know why that is Bianca? It’s because I am Charlotte Flair, the most influential name in the history of this business, and the future star of this company.



[Charlotte Flair]
I can see why you would feel that you needed to make a move, put yourself out there, and get yourself known, but you made one fatal mistake Bianca, you chose the wrong woman to make your name on. You attempted to embarrass me last night at Warzone, after I’d already been put through hell by a vile, disgusting monster, you jumped the barricade and completely unprovoked, you assaulted me in front of thousands of witnesses. I have the best lawyers in the business, and if I wanted to, I could easily have you locked up in a tiny cold cell by the end of the night, but instead, I’ve made an agreement with Mr. McMahon…

Charlotte turns to face the announcers table, a huge smirk on her face.



[Charlotte Flair]
I believe Renee young has the details, so how about we all pay attention to her. I know her voice can drone on a bit, but try and hold those yawns back and give her your attention ok? Ok, good, there you go Renee, the floor is yours.

Charlotte laughs to herself again, a huge smile draped across her face as she lowers her mic and holds it by her side. Renee stands up, a piece of paper in front of her as she reads it out.

Renee Young
As Charlotte Flair was viciously assaulted last night by Bianca Belair, to avoid any unnecessary involvement with law enforcement, Mr. McMahon has authorised Charlotte Flair to book Bianca Belair in any match of her choice, this following week on Anarc..

The booing in the crowd is so loud you can barely hear Charlotte as she interrupts Renee before she can finish.

[Charlotte Flair]
Thank you Renee, that’s enough from you, my ears are starting to bleed. Now, next week Bianca, you will….

Renee Young
I’m sorry Charlotte, but I’m not finished yet. See, there’s more to this.

Charlotte looks on really confused as Renee continues to read.

Renee Young
You see, when I was handed this document earlier tonight, I took it upon myself to contact the board of directors…

Charlotte’s smile disappears and the audience start to cheer.

Renee Young
To avoid any legal action against CHARLOTTE FLAIR, the Board of Directors authorise Renee Young to book Charlotte Flair in any match of her choice THIS WEEK.

Charlotte’s entire face drops.

Renee Young
So Charlotte, you might want to drop that microphone, go backstage, get changed into your wrestling gear and get ready, because tonight, you’re going one on one with the woman who beat you last night at Warzone, Awesome Kong!

Charlotte’s grin reappears, and she motions to Renee as if to say, “Is that it?”

Renee Young
In a TABLES MATCH!!

The arena erupts in cheers as Charlotte’s whole world collapses around her, how is she supposed to put a woman the size of Awesome Kong through a table?? Charlotte stares daggers at Renee as the segment comes to a close.

The words “Dean Ambrose” appear on the titantron followed by his normal entrance video, his theme however is different.



The crowd gives off a loud pop as Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley is shown up in the crowd. He has a new haircut and is wearing a leather jacket with the letters “Mox” written on it.

Renee Young
Here comes Jo- Dean Ambrose!!

Corey Graves
Yeah, don’t be saying what I think you almost said. Remember what Vince said earlier? If anyone says uhm.. The name that Dean Ambrose wants to be called.. Then they’ll be fined $5,000!!!



Mauro Ranallo
Something tells me that Dean Ambrose is going to be getting fined a lot tonight, at this rate..

Corey Graves
I think you might be right…

Renee Young
Well hopefully Dean can afford it, after all he is a former World Champion. And if the fans vote for him at Cyberslam, he’ll have the chance to become World Champion again.



Mauro Ranallo
Well he’s going to have to beat out Joey Janella and Keith Lee!!

Renee Young
Not to mention a yet to be named fourth option!!! I wonder who that is??! Cesaro?? Roode??

Corey Graves
I don’t know, but what I do know is that it’s not fair that Keith Lee has the same chance as Dean Ambrose and Joey Janela at getting a shot at the title!! After all Lee beat Janela and Ambrose in one of the longest most gruesome Falls Count Anywhere Triple Threat Matches I’ve ever seen. It should be Keith Lee facing Daniel Bryan at Cyberslam. Not Joey Janella. Not Dean Ambrose!!

Renee Young
Well if the fans feel the same way, then he will be the one facing Daniel Bryan!!



Mauro Ranallo
It looks like Dean Ambrose has brought back his “Ambrose Asylum”...

Renee Young
I know they call these in ring “talk shows”, but from what I remember the “Ambrose Asylum” never ends with talking…

Mauro Ranallo
I wonder who his guests will be tonight!!



Renee Young
Me too!!

Ambrose Moxley enters the ring and requests a mic. He walks over to the “Ambrose Asylum” poster and pulls out a sharpie from his pocket. He then crosses off the word “Ambrose” and writes “MOXLEY” over it, causing the crowd to pop.

Renee Young
Oh boy…

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MOXLEY Asylum!!!... That’s right Vince, fine me!!!

The crowd cheers once again as Dean Jon begins to pace back and forth.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
So here’s the deal, I’ve been talking a lot these past couple days, and you people are probably getting sick of it.. So, I’m going to get right to it.. My guests for tonight, well, we know each other all too well.. I don’t like them, but I respect them. After all, sometimes it takes a war to earn someone’s respect. And my guests for tonight and I, we went to war last night..

The crowd begins to buzz.. You can hear some “Lee” and some “Joey” chants..

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Now I’m not sure who is going to come out first.. Keith was supposed to but Joey got jealous and started complaining.. And Joey can be reallllyyy annoying when he starts to complain… So I’m not really sure exactly what they decided on.. So uh.. Let me introduce to you my first guest… Uhmm.. Joey Janela…. Or… Keith Lee?...

The crowd begins to buzz as nothing happens for a few moments. Dean Jon begins to pace back and forth as he waits for one of his guests to appear.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Uhh.. Alright so uhhm..

Dean Jon looks relieved when a theme song begins to play…



As the theme song of "The Bad Boy" blasts through every speaker in the arena, we see Joey Janela slowly make his way out onto the stage. He isn't walking however, but it drive a shiny red mobility scooter like those you'd see old people driving around.

Joey pulls up to the top of the ramp and begins digging into his pocket. After a few moments, Joey pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. From his other pocket, he whips out a cheap lighter and lights the end of his cigarette.

Behind Joey, an old man creeps out onto the stage. The old man is hunched over slightly, holding his back. He tries as fast as he can to take back what is seemingly his mobility scooter that Joey Janela might have just stolen from the old man seconds ago backstage.

To the mobility scooter now, the old man grabs the seat with one hand. Not wanting anyone touching his brand new chair, Janela floors it and begins speeding down the ramp like a rocket. He drags the old man in the process.

The old man lets go and begins rolling down the rest of the ramp. Joey however doesn't let off the gas. Swerving to miss the ring apron, Janela crashes into the ringside steps causing a loud bang to be heard around the arena. Slowly, Joey steps off the now broken mobility scooter.

Joey enters the ring with the lit cigarette still hanging from his mouth.



Joey puts away his lighter into his pocket and looks around for the old man in case he tries to pull a fast one. The arena dims and all you can see is blue and gold lights from each side of the stage. A new sound comes through the PA system unfamiliar to anyone here. Keith Lee emerges from the back with the build up.

At the top of his game and at the top of the stage, Lee puts his hand over his hood bent over and then slides it slowly over the top of his head and it falls down as he smirks to the camera. He pumps himself up and slaps his chest a few times.

Keith reaches the end of the ramp and feels the beat of the music and races up to the steel steps and gets into the ring seamlessly.

Lee stepping to the center and flexes his right arm, posing his thumb to above his head and pointing down to him, a spotlight covers this entirely and then the music begins to die down.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Alright.. So first of all, welcome to the first ever Moxley Asylum.. I’m your host, Jon Moxley, however if you say my name you’ll be fined $5,000 by Vince McMahon.. So Joey, just call me Dean, we all know you can’t afford that..

The Bad Boy has heard enough and snatched the microphone out of the hands of Jon Moxley.

Joey Janela
Moxey... Baby... I make more money on merch sales in one-month than you do in an entire year of killing yourself for your little sugar daddy Vinnie Mac. In fact, I have enough money to take your little girlfriend sitting on commentary over there to a night on the town with The Bad Boy!

Janela chuckles for a moment.

Joey Janela
Oh yeah Moxo... take her out for a nice steak dinner... maybe after we go play some mini golf... during said game of mini golf, I could grab her by the hips and show her my "special trick" to getting the ball in the hole... then I could take her back to my place and we could...

Janela is interrupted.

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
Spare them, Spare I, Spare Maxley the details because this isn’t about you anymore. This is about me, Keith’s rise to the hall of champions. I took care of the two of you last night and you felt what happens when you piss someone off, not only stronger than you but smarter than you as well. It seems to me that you’re mistaken by your role in this. This might be a vote but it’s also a far cry from being a close poll. Janela you’ll end up with emphysema before we’re through here in our 6 week road to CyberSlam and well Maxley, I am not going to be on the boss’s bad side or to make an endless joke on your name. I am here to make the money, and if that means having to crack a few skulls, on top of eggs then so be it. Keith Lee is the standard, Keith Lee is the personification and demonstration of the word.. LIMITLE-

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Alright, alright, alright… I didn’t bring you on here for us to argue. And I didn’t bring you on here for us to fight, we already kicked the shit out of each other last night. I don’t know how you guys got medically cleared to compete tonight after that.. I sure as hell am not.. So, I have a question for both of you… Why should you be voted to face Daniel Bryan at Cyberslam?

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
You cut me off, and I was getting there..don’t make a mockery out of me, let’s be respectful.. Let’s be adults tonight, and get things set in stone shall we? It’s up to the people, it’s not up to you, I or anyone for that matter besides the ones in the attendance. We get that, I get that and with that doesn’t mean I will pander to ANY of them. The reason you should vote me in, not to ask or beg.. Is because I went 3 hours with two of the toughest men in this business and still stood tall, despite it all. I didn’t stop, I kept going and that’s what a real champion is made of. NONE of you have what it takes, not one of you can slay the dragon with their bare fists,
except I.

Dean Jon chuckles to himself before raising the mic to his mouth.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
You two are too funny.. Really.. Like, do you really believe yourselves when you talk? Do you truly believe that you are as good as you think you are? Let’s start off with the obvious, neither of you have yet to say the actual name JON MOXLEY… Because neither of you have enough money to be able to afford the fines that come along with saying my name.. I do.. Jon Moxley, Jon Moxley. Jon Moxley… Jon…. MOXLEY… Hell, you two would probably pay $5,000 for someone to say your name on this show.. But you wouldn’t even be able to afford to pay them.. Now let’s think.. Why is it that you don’t have the money to afford the fines that you would have to pay for simply SAYING MY NAME???.. Hmm… Oh!! I know!! Maybe it’s because neither of you have ever amounted to anything yet.. Maybe it’s because until you two started associating yourselves with me, nobody knew who you were…

Dean Jon takes a few deep breaths.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Look.. I got carried away… Keith Lee…. I respect you.. I don’t like you..But hell, I respect the shit out of you.. I’m man enough to say it.. You beat the living crap out of me and Joey Janela.. As you should have. I mean look at you.. You were built for this business.. Well, actually you were built perfectly to be a fucking train or a brick wall, or a god damn steam roller, but a professional wrestler will do.. Joey and I are tough, hell we’re two of the toughest most stubborn pieces of shit in this business but you.. You… You may just be Limitless afterall..

Dean Jon turns to Joey.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
And you.. You are a real piece of shit, you know that? Talking about my girl like that..

Dean Jon turns towards Renee and mouths “I’m sorry”

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
That was supposed to be confidential, for obvious reasons.. You think you’re so goddamn funny huh? Well Joey, tell me.. How are you going to keep cracking jokes if your jaw is sewn shut? You want to play mini golf? Well there’s nothing miniature about me Joey, from my fists, to my pride, to my dick. And Renee is never leaving me for some sleazeball like you. And as far as golf goes? All I know about golf is Tiger Woods played it, and had a whole bunch of controversies… Well there will be some controversy around my name soon.. Because I’m about to smack a bitch.. You want to know how Joey? Well if you mention Renee’s name again I’m going to smack you so hard that your ex-girlfriend Penelope will feel it.. Oh by the way, Virgil texted me.. He wants to know why you call yourself a Bad Boy when Penelope told him that he was the biggest she ever had, and he’s only black from the waist up…

Joey Janela
Penelope is old news, Jonny boy. I'm moving on to delicious... more sexy... more succulent pieces of meat. Pieces of meat like your tight little blonde Renee! That's right! What are you gonna do MOXLEY?! Huh?! You gonna slap me?!

Joey gets in Ambrose Moxley's face and begins smacking himself over and over again, knocking off his signature sunglasses.

Joey Janela
We can come out here and talk about the size of our penises. We can come out here and talk about some fucking championship... or we could talk about the fact that you Jon Ambrose took the fall in that triple threat. It was YOU that lost the match a Warzone! I didn't lose shit! I came out here and put my body through hell. I fucked both of you up last night and what do I get for it?

Joey begins laughing uncontrollably for a moment. This lasts until he lights up a second cigarette, replacing the one he knocked out of his own mouth a few seconds ago while slapping himself.

Joey Janela
I get to be in some fucking popularity contest! Big fucking deal! I've won plenty of those. How do you think I got my contract? No offense Keith-O, but you might as well leave the ring now because even after winning that match last night, no one knows your fucking name still and no one ever will as long as you're in competition with The Bad Boy! You tell everyone you're Limitless yet your limit is soon going to be relegated to my fucking undercard after I win this fucking vote, become the fucking champion, and rule this fucking company!

Keith puts his hand on Joey’s mic for two seconds and they lock eyes..

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
Listen, I don’t care what you think you know or what you do outside of this ring but here, you are looking at the guy who doesn’t need to be known to be known as a contender. My name is Keith Lee, and nobody mocks Lee. Do you hear me Janela Fella, who mocks Lee? Say it with me, NOBODY. This is a talk show and it seems like all you do is talk, so this is the perfect place for you.. But for me I am wanting to get down with knocking some heads, not boots. Speaking of, you should get yourself checked, we should all vote on that.

Keith adjusts himself and then finally takes a seat after making sure his weight can handle it.

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
I’m no longer letting some midget version of Jay from Jay and Silent Bob talk shop, I respect Maxley but you, I thought you’d learn your lesson after I tossed your skinny fat ass off the stage at WarZone but apparently not. It hasn’t sunk in yet, and I applaud you on taking a beating yourself. Now, don’t think for a second I won’t do it again and I won’t make you have to wear permanent shades in and out of this company. I’m ready for this, I was born for this as Maxley said and it’s time you two let me ascend as I rightfully should, and you can all bask… in my… gloooo-

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Nope

Keith looks over at Dean Jon with an annoyed expression. Dean Jon walks right over to Joey and pushes him down into his chair. He then puts his left hand on one of the chair arms and holds the mic with his right hand as he glares deep into Janela’s soul.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Joey.. Look.. I’m trying my best to be calm right now…

Dean Jon lets out a desperate laugh, which causes Joey to laugh as well. Dean Jon scratches the arm of the chair with his left hand out of frustration, trying so hard not to lose his cool in front of his fans.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
I warned you.. Then I threatened you..

Dean Jon’s eyes dull over, becoming glossy, as if he’s looking right through Joey.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
But now I’m just trying to tell you.. Man to man… Before I freak the fuck out… Before I… Joey… Please.. Please, please do yourself a favor man.. I like you.. Joey, listen to me. I like you. You remind myself of a longer haired piece of shit version of me. And that’s kind of a compliment… Joey.. Keep my girl’s name out of your mouth.. I’m asking you as a.. I don’t know, as a person who just went to war with you last night…. Because I’m trying my best to have a conversation with you, and you’re making it really hard for me not to knock you down like a bunch of bowling pins.. Or beat the shit out of you like a PINata.. Or have you taken out like a kingPIN… You see what I’m doing there… I don’t care that I was the one that was pinned last night.. I already admitted that Keith Lee is a fucking monster of a human being. But you? You’re a-

A cloud of smoke suddenly covers the face of Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley. Joey begins to laugh as he slides under the arms of the Lunatic Fringe and out of his seat.

Joey Janela
Mox... my man, you really just don't get it do you? I can say what I want, whenever the fuck I want and you won't do shit about it. You know what I've learned over these past number of weeks? Do you know what I learned last night?

Joey gets in Moxley's face once again.

Joey Janela
I learned that you're just a dog with a loud bark! I'll admit it.. when you and I first met, I was a little intimidated. I maybe even tinkled down my leg a little, but after all this time... after all the brawls... after all the talk... Jon Moxley is just a little bitch!

Joey once again blows smoke in the face of Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley before turning to the commentary desk.

Joey Janela
Isn't that right, Rene-

Ambrose Moxley smacks the microphone out of Joey’s right hand and snatches the cigarette out of his left.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
You really are a special kind of stupid aren’t you?

Dean Jon grabs Joey’s arm, who tries to fight his way out of the grasp, but can’t overpower the bigger man. Ambrose Moxley digs the lit end of the cigarette into Joey’s arm. Janela, smiles and gives Dean Jon the middle finger for a few moments.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Oh you like that huh? You think you’re tough because you put a cigarette out on your arm a few times before as a party trick in front of your friends to look cool?... Well that’s the difference between me and you Joey.. You’re “The Bad Boy” as a party trick… You do what you do because you’re good at it, and it makes money.. But this.. This is who I am.. Joey, have you ever had a cigarette put out on your body simply because you were a disappointment? I have.. I got my first one when I was six years old.. I was told to sit still and behave, but I knocked over the lamp.. And I paid the price.. Again, and again, and again.. Joey, have you ever been held down and told that you were a piece of shit before? Have you ever been held accountable just once in your life Joey....?

Ambrose Moxley takes another puff from the cigarette and drives it back into Joey’s arm, this time he doesn’t just keep it on the skin, instead he keeps moving spots, causing Joey to writhe in pain as his smile turns into a look of fear. Joey is forced to smack Dean Jon’s hand, sending the cigarette flying down to the canvas. The Lunatic Fringe stomps the cigarette out before glaring at Joey, who is holding his arm in pain.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
You don’t even know the meaning of being a Bad Boy.. Shit.. You might be “The Bad Boy” in this ring, but trust me you do NOT want to bring up my personal life.. Because Joey, I’m the kind of guy that brings his work home with him.. And if my girls name keeps coming out your mouth you might be waking up to me standing over you with a sock full of batteries…. Because I bet you don’t have great security in your piece of shit studio… Hell, maybe I’ll catch you as you’re walking downstairs with quarters in your pocket to do your laundry…

Dean Jon looks down at Joey’s pants.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Did you just?..

Dean Jon looks down at Lee.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Did he just…?

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
HEY! LOOK EVERYBODY.. It’s JOEY "PEE PEE PANTS" JANELA!

Joey tries to cover it up and waves it off that he didn’t do anything.

Keith tells the camera man to come in closer for a shot and low and behold, Joey’s junk has a circular spot around his groin area. Joey sits down in his chair and crosses his legs to try to cover up.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Not the chair!! Now I can’t reuse that!!

[Keith Lee]
“GLORIFICATION IN DEMONSTRATION
Hey, I think we’ve all seen Joey reach his bladder limit, along with fear..and I for one think that’s a great sign of humility. LIVE on the show after I told you nobody Mocks Lee, isn’t that right Maxley? Nevermind, you two done with the tomfoolery? I want two things to be made clear.. ONE being that you should all take it serious when I say I want to become the World Heavyweight Champion, your champion. Two, ask yourselves really deep down.. Who has what it takes to stop that from coming true?

Keith puts the mic down to his lap and sits back in his chair while he waits for one of them to give an answer. Dean Jon also sits in his chair, so that all three men are finally sitting.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Look.. Keith is right, we can bicker all night amongst ourselves but at the end of the day this is about The World Heavyweight Championship. That title used to stand for something, but right now it’s being held hostage by Daniel Bryan and his Swiss goon. And in my head, there’s no one better suited to take that title off of his shoulders then JON MOXLEY!!

The crowd cheers.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
But.. Believe it or not I didn’t bring you two out here to talk about Cyberslam... I didn’t invite you here to discuss the triple threat war that we had last night in Cincinnati.. No...

Dean Jon looks at Joey, and then over towards Keith.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
I invited you to the first ever Moxley Asylum because I just have to know... Which one of you did it? Which one of you attacked me? Three weeks ago backstage, two weeks ago before my match against Sheamus, and then last night at Warzone before our match?? I have a god damn broken rib because of it!! So which one of you was it? Because I just can’t seem to figure it out... So please.. I’m only asking nicely once..

Ambrose Moxley stands up.

Dean Ambrose Jon Moxley
Which one of you did it??

All of a sudden the lights go dark, much like they did before Ambrose Moxley was attacked at Warzone as well as the Anarchy prior. The crowd begins to buzz, not sure as to what is happening... All of a sudden the titantron lights up revealing a child standing in the dark holding a candle. The little girl is just standing there looking into the camera. The child begins to sing.

Child:
Three blind mice,
Three blind mice
See how they run,
See how they run!

The little girl begins laughing as her voice gets deeper. The candle goes out and an unknown figure takes the place of the child.

???:
Three blind mice, standing in the ring, fighting over prizes that do not belong to them. Three blind mice, bickering and arguing over a chance they will never receive. I have been watching each of you with a careful eye. The time is coming for a new world and unless each of you bow down to the one true king then you will be destroyed like the little rats you are. Johnathan Mox, old brother of mine, you were once the greatest man in this business. I watched you rise to the top and destroy everyone that stands in your way, but now all I see is a broken man. You’re a shell of your former self. I can help you become the man you used to be. Join me Jon. Join me as we rid this company of the scum that think their worthy enough to call themselves kings. I say this to each of you. Unless you join me, you will never be anything more than a sideshow act. Bow down to the one true king. BOW DOWN TO BALOR.

The titantron goes dark as everything sits still. Demonic laughter can be heard throughout the arena. The lights turn back on and none other than Finn Balor is standing in the middle of the ring. The Demon is not wearing his war paint but his eyes are as black as night. Balor stands in the middle of the ring as he scans the ring. All three men are in shock of what has just happened. Balor has made himself known as the fourth option for this opportunity. Balor begins laughing as the lights go out once more, and as quick as he came, The Demon disappears without a trace. The three men are left speechless in the ring. Nobody knows what to say, and all they can do is look around at where Balor could have possibly gone. As the men sit there clueless, XWL goes to a commercial break.

Tables Match



…………………

15 Mins in….

After a long and tiring back and forth, where Kong pressured the early game, but Charlotte brought it back, she now has Kong exactly where she wants her, laid out across the announcers table.

[Renee Young]
Come on Kong, you can do it, get up!

Charlotte’s eyes change focus, staring up at the corner turnbuckle, a confident smirk comes across her face as she heads back into the ring.

[Corey Graves]
This is it, it’s over. That Natural Selection has knocked Kong flat out, she’s not moving, Charlotte’s going to win this!

[Mauro Ranello
This whole place looks like a warzone with all of these tables.

Climbing up to the top rung of the corner, she looks down at her target.



She's about to turn to face away from her target, setting up for her signature moonsault, when….

*SMACK*

Charlotte feels a lightning quick smack across her back, like she’d just been hit by a kendo stick or something.

[Mauro Ranello
Oh my god is that…

[Renee Young]
It is! It’s Bianca Belair, she just smacked Charlotte Flair across her back with… her hair??

[Corey Graves]
That looked incredibly painful!

Charlotte loses her balance and staggers forwards on the top. Bianca notices the table set up outside, and wastes no time, whipping Charlotte across the back again with her platted pony tail. Charlotte screams in agony as her back spasms, and she loses her balance, and with a little helping hand from Bianca, she falls from the top turnbuckle to the outside, and cracks through the table waiting below her…



…………………………………………

WINNER



………………………………………..

Kong’s music plays in victory, despite not actually being involved in the ending, Charlotte Flair went through a table, and the referee has called for the bell. Charlotte holds her back in pain as she lies defeated on the ground, with Blair standing victoriously in the ring, and Awesome Kong still taking a nap on the announcers table.

[Corey Graves]
This is digusting! Charlotte may have overstepped a couple of boundaries this week, but this Bianca Belair is something else. This is the second time she’s attacked Charlotte, and for what?

[Mauro Ranello
Stop all that screaming Corey, you’re going to wake up the sleeping giant!

As if on cue, Kong suddenly sits up on the announcers table, and her gaze shifts straight to Bianca Belair, who is now half way up the ramp. Kong gets up off the announcers table, and slowly, she walks up to the wounded Charlotte Flair, seeing blood. She came here for a tables match, and damn it she’s going to have her tables match! Kong grabs Charlotte by her hair and drags her kicking and screaming over to the announcers table.

[Corey Graves]
Oh come on that’s enough!

Belair remains stood at the top of the stage, watching on as Kong grabs Charlotte by the throat with both of her giant hands, and lifts her high up into the air.

[Mauro Ranello]
You can’t say she didn’t bring this upon herself Corey

With no remorse at all, Kong forcefully throws Charlotte down, through the announcers table below her.

[Corey Graves]
TWO! That’s two tables Charlotte’s been put through tonight! Someone get this monster out of here!

Renee Young
I was only expecting one, but hey, two’s a great result!

[Corey Graves]
Renee, put your feelings aside, can’t you see that Charlotte Flair is just a human, our bodies aren’t built for this kind of punishment!

Kong’s music plays again as she stands over the broken heap that is Charlotte Flair scattered among pieces of table and desk chairs.

In the center of the ring, there is a detailed and elegant chaise lounge that is made out of gold. To the right of it, a column-like pedestal that has a regained and refurbished North American Championship. Beams of the bright lights bounce and reflect off of the freshly polished surface, while a young man dressed in a tuxedo stands beside it formally, as if he were a butler.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we are currently awaiting the arrival of the NEW North American Champion for the second time in her young career, Mandy Rose. After recapturing the title from Alexa Bliss at Warzone, Rose is set to have a "Re-Coronation" ceremony here tonight.

[Renee Young]
What a complete sham....

[Corey Graves]
The only "sham" was Alexa Bliss's FLEETING title reign, which is now OVER thanks to the unmatched athleticism and strategy of the GOLDEN GODDESS!









Before the music can hit after the sultry and ever-seductive whisper of "Mandy," the crowd is already over vocalizing their hatred for the first ever two time North American Champion. The Golden Goddess, struts out onto the stage, now complete as her eyes fall upon her North American Championship in the ring. She may not be booked for competition this evening, but tonight's special occasion that has summoned the holy presence of God's Greatest Creation? A "Re-Coronation" ceremony.



[Corey Graves]
Everybody, get up! Stand to your feet in honor and admiration of the ONLY woman to EVER hold the North American Championship TWO TIMES in her youthful career, the LONGEST REIGNING North American Champion in history, GOD'S GREATEST CREATION, MANDY ROSE!



Rose did not come alone, though. Filing out behind her is a complete task force of security guards, fully dressed in black with ear pieces that undoubtedly are feeding them direct instructions from Vince McMahon himself. Meanwhile, as Mandy is doing her signature pose at the top of the ramp, Corey Graves can be seen off to the side bowing and fanning his torso up and down. His arms are extended out towards Rose, singing her praises as she grins over in his direction before beginning her trek down the ramp. Corey's inner fan girl springs back out as he stops his action abruptly, pointing towards the North American Champion while looking back and forth between his broadcast colleagues, Mauro Ranallo and Renee Young, who both seem to be in some serious need of some Advil right about now.

[Corey Graves]
DI-DID YOU SEE THAT? SHE NOTICED ME!

[Renee Young]
Aren't you blessed...

[Corey Graves]
Yes! Yes, Renee! I have been! Thank Mandy! She is good!

Once Mandy and her security team make it to the bottom of the ramp, Rose pauses while the men split off on either side of her and form a circle around the ring for protective services. With a scorned nemesis, an unemployed pirate, and a seemingly endless list of people that are too overwhelmed with envy to be trusted, this executive decision to keep the Champion protected (likely by Mr. McMahon) is in her benefit.



Mandy sashays over to the side of the ring before grabbing the bottom rope and kicking her legs up to swing all the way through until coming to a stop after completing a perfect circle that leaves her propped up onto the apron. Rose flicks her head back, soaking up the golden lights as she shakes her hair out and extends her hand up towards the ceiling.




The Golden Goddess transitions into a backwards crawl beneath the bottom rope, bringing her inside of the ring before she stands to her feet. She glances over her shoulder at her glistening Championship and cracks a gleaming smile before striking her signature pose one last time. As she finishes, the butler approaches her and drops to one knee, using both of his gloved hands to offer her a microphone, which she takes. Once Rose separates her lips, any words she's about to utter are silenced by a roar of boos so loud that one cannot even hear themselves think. Mandy lowers her mic and rolls her eyes, clearly disappointed by the misbehavior and ungratefulness of these mortals. After a few paces around the ring by Mandy, and no sign of stopping from the fans, Rose raises her mic as well as her voice to interject anyway.


Don’t stop on my behalf! As a matter of fact, I’ll even join you. Let’s all BOOOO the expectedly brief, and underwhelming reign of Alexa Bliss....







BOOOOOOOOO!




That's the spirit. Now that we've all gotten that out of our systems—

The soon-to-be recrowned North American Champion is forced to pause again due to the unmanageable booing of the fans. Rose nods her head and smirks, sucking her teeth with a subtle eye roll while she folds her arms. She slowly props her microphone upwards towards her mouth by rotating her elbow out of its current position.


I know that being in the presence of God’s Greatest Creation can be intimidating. I know that you people have a hard time getting around your jealousy and constant feeling of unworthiness whenever I grace this stage, and I’m here to let you know that that is ALL normal. But the first step to getting passed that? Is realizing that you’ll NEVER look like me. You’ll never walk, talk, dress, or succeed like me. In reality, it’s really unfair for you people, the lowest of the low, to ever try and compare yourselves to a Heaven-sent GODDESS, like me.... So go head, embrace all of the depression and self-hatred that it’ll take for you “regular” people to get that through your slow and fragile little minds. In fact, take all the time that you need! Because guess what...? Unlike Alexa Bliss, my reign isn’t on borrowed time. I’m going to possess this title today, tomorrow, next week, next month, and as long as I honestly see fit. So without further a-due... I know that Liv Morgan was crowned Queen of the Ring at Coronation, and Charlotte Flair prances around her like a dusty peacock calling herself the Queen, but allow me to present to all of you, once again, now and forever, what a REAL coronation looks like....

Rose approaches the large and elegant chaise lounge that is hand-crafted out of solid gold. Once she reaches the front of the lounge, she gracefully lays across it on her side in a traditionally seductive pose. A couple of seconds later after feathering her fingers through the ends of her golden, blonde hair, Mandy extends her right arm outwards towards the butler. The young man, with white-gloved hands, ever so delicately eases the North American Championship along the shaft of Mandy Rose’s arm until it is comfortably secured on her shoulder.


Gentlemen...?

As soon as that maneuver is complete, the security team outside of the ring all mount the apron and duck through the ropes. The collectively bend down and grip the support arms beneath the throne, and right on cue, they lift the chaise lounge up onto their shoulders, which elevated Mandy Rose and her Championship belt roughly 6 feet into the air.





At this time, Rose’s theme song begins to play while a waterfall of golden fireworks begins to rain down around the ring as the men slowly rotate her 360 degrees in order to give any mere man, woman, and child a good hard look at what greatness is.

[Corey Graves]
Do either of you have a tissue...?

[Mauro Ranallo]
... Are you serious?

[Renee Young]
You're pathetic.

[Corey Graves]
WE ARE ALL PATHETIC COMPARED TO THE MAGNIFICENT SOVEREIGNTY OF MANDY ROSE!

[Renee Young]
I did not think I was signing up to babysit a devoted cult follower when I took this promotion.

After soaking this moment in for a solid couple of minutes, the fireworks fizzle out and the golden glow or aura around the ring subsides. Mandy’s theme song also begins to fade as the butler immediately fetches her microphone for her, leaning up on his tippy toes in order for it to safely reach the grasp of the Champion.


Now I want all of you to take a deep breath and soak up this moment. Bear witness to what a divine intervention in this Women’s Division looks like. Witness the contrast between myself and Alexa Bliss. Between majesty, and tragedy. And finally, feast your eyes upon the FIRST and ONLY two time, and the LONGEST REIGNING North American Champion in mystory!

[Renee Young]
.... Did she just say: “MYstory?”

[Mauro Ranallo]
Do you think she meant—?

[Corey Graves]
Of course she did! When you’re a literal Golden Goddess among mere men, everyday jargon and terminology doesn’t always get your ethereal point across. Clearly, the superior version of HIS-story, is MANDY’S-story, or as the supreme one so graciously uttered a few seconds ago: “MYstory.”

At that point, the security team gently place Mandy, her Championship, and the lounge back down onto the mat before she continues to speak down to her people.


And while we’re on the topic of MYstory and what a gracious and giving Golden Goddess I am, why don’t I—

We’ll perhaps never know what words were about to leave the angelic lips of Mandy Rose at that moment, as the crowd becomes so rowdy in an uproar over something taking place in the audience, that she has lost her Heavenly train of thought. The cheers, hollers, and screams all seem to root back to one specific section of the crowd by the ringside barrier, which only increases in volume with each passing second. ”WHAT IS THAT? WHAT’S GOING ON?! MEN, LIFT ME!” Mandy barks, as the security team shuffle over to raise her up onto their shoulders once again. Mandy uses her hand and microphone as a visor while she narrows her eyes and peers out towards the crowd, only to find....


Little Miss "Blissed Off" herself, Alexa Bliss, she's dressed quite plainly, wearing a non branded hoodie, her hair is up into a ponytail, and when it comes to make up? She's gone for the more natural approach, mostly due to her priorities being elsewhere after the experience she underwent at Warzone, and earlier tonight when she tried to enter the arena only to be turned away. Mr. McMahon and Mandy Rose completely screwed Alexa out of her North American Championship, and knowing that she wouldn't take that lying down...like Mandy during her private meetings with Mr. McMahon...they tried to use their power and pull to act as if she doesn't exist, but she does exist...and she is here right now, and...she's standing with something in her hand as she waves it through the air.

A ticket to tonight's show is held up high, as fans on all sides of her raise theirs up in solidarity too. But while she's flashing her ticket, she's not at all flashing anything close to resembling a smile. No, it's a scowl, a wicked glare at The Woman parading around with what she believes should still be her title. She's waving the ticket around not in a "showy" way, but as a proverbial middle finger to Mandy as their plan to keep her away from tonight's show has in fact failed. She is here, and she's front row with an arena full of Alexa Bliss fans that still are holding the signs of her name spread throughout a majority of the audience.

Mandy, visibly shaken and annoyed by the sight at first, quickly recovers as she tells her men to ease her back down to earth for a moment. As the legs of the chaise lounge meet the mat, Mandy stands to her feet and her men promptly pull the ropes up for her to step through upon instruction. The Champion steps through, as the rest of the men roll out and offer their hands to Rose, as she hops off of the apron and into their arms for a soft and safe landing at ringside. With the entirety of the security team now behind her, Mandy struts over towards Bliss confidently.


And would you look at this, folks! Another one of my MANY adoring fans.... One who fully understands what it feels like to stand next to greatness, and not even amount to the ground that she walks over... Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I am a giving Champion, and I know and value the importance of charity work. While most might say that even entertaining the thought of you being Championship material was charity enough, I say: NEVER. You can never do too much for the FAR less beautiful, talented, and fortunate in life. So, sweetie, what is it that I can do to change your life yet again?... Do you want a picture? An autograph, perhaps...?

Without taking her eyes (or her oh-so-"genuine" smile) off of Alexa, Mandy reaches over and snaps her fingers which causes two of the security guards to fan out and collect a Sharpie and a Polaroid camera. Alexa not amused in the least bit, responds...which thankfully given how close Mandy is to Alexa, and the preexisting mics in the audience...we hear with no problem.

[Alexa Bliss]
For starters? You could go screw yourself...you know, instead of screwing The General Manager.

Venom oozing through her words, Alexa unapologetically exclaims, as the fans surrounding her IMMEDIATELY scream in support. "YOU TELL HER, ALEXA!" "YOU SUCK MANDY!" "THAT'S WHAT VINCE SAYS!" It's not the most "polite" audience...but their frustration level has to be right up there with Alexa's own given that this isn't a sudden issue, this is one that has been ongoing for nearly FIVE MONTHS...And to see Alexa constantly screwed with? Has left not a single fan of Rose, nor the way she's carried herself, especially how she carried herself at Warzone.

[Alexa Bliss]
You hear that, Mandy? They see the truth, you can have your boo doctor footage, you can have him change every rule to favor you...but their eyes see what mine have seen since the very beginning. You are as disgrace, you are disgusting...and you have NO idea what you have done. You are going to rue the day you opened your legs up for that man...and when I'm done? You'll be just another whore he tosses to the side after he gets bored. But please, don't let me stop you from your celebration...after all, it's not every day you get handed a title, twice...

Little Miss Bliss is not subtle about it, she calls it as it is, and while Mandy "beat" her in a "match" as loosely as that term can be used...about as loose as Alexa alleges Mandy to be...she cites it as Mr. McMahon hand delivering her The North American Championship, just like he did the first time Mandy "captured" it. Mandy’s jaw remains dropped for a few seconds as Alexa’s damning words sink in, but this is nothing new to the Golden Goddess, and it doesn’t take her very long to recover. She runs her fingers through her hair and composes herself before working up her response to Five Feet of Fury.


Bold words coming from a walking Hot Topic advertisement who couldn’t successfully defend her title even once. Not that I can relate, considering I am the LONGEST REIGNING North American Champion in mystory after all... These common people might support you Alexa, but that just goes to show how dense and unaware they really are. Because deep down you and I both know what the neanderthals keep refusing to see, and that is the undeniable fact that you don’t have what it takes to be at the top of anything.

[Alexa Bliss]
Oh that is RICH coming from The Woman that's only on "top" because rather than relying on her talent, she focuses on being on TOP of something else. A bed, a counter, an office desk...a General Manager...a MARRIED General Manager...need I go on?


You know something Alexa, because I’m NOTHING like you, I’m not going to stand her during MY re-coronation ceremony and waste my ethereal breath hurling false and unfounded rumors at you.... But what I can do? Is give you a few undisputed facts to take with you on your way out this evening. Undisputed fact number one: you, are a loser. Undisputed fact number two: you are not a Champion, and finally.... Undisputed fact number three: you will NEVER be me. That last one really cuts deep, doesn’t it? You want to be me so badly, Alexa, and it’s painfully clear now. You’ll never look like me, you’ll never move like me, and you’ll never reach the heights that I’ve reached with ease, and all of that hurts you so much that you have to run around spreading these AWFUL rumors about me and Vince. These street sheep of yours might be too stupid to see through their beloved underdog, but I’m not. I see everything Alexa, because I’m above ALL of this... And right now? What I see is you getting the hell out of my building. Boys!

On the Golden Goddess’s command, the security team leap over the barricade and apprehend Alexa by grabbing both of her arms and holding them securely behind her back. The crowd rise up in outrage as those close in proximities shout profanities and slurs at Mandy and her guards. Bliss squirms and jerks, but all Five Feet of her Fury are no match for a pack of trained professionals. Just as the guards are about to turn Alexa around and escort her off of the premises....


I almost forgot...! Hold it right there, gentlemen. This one’s not going away empty-handed.

As Mandy glances over her shoulder, the two security guards who took off to fetch her a sharpie and a camera come jogging back down to ringside.


You may be the most vile and homely person in my locker room, for now anyway, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have a heart of gold, and I always give back to my people.

As the guard twists and pulls off the top of the sharpie for Mandy before handing it to her. The guards pin Alexa against the barricade, face forward as they hold her in place. The feisty and spiteful Miss Bliss, even though it seems to be a hopeless fight at this point, proceeds to give these guards a run for their (or shall we say Vince’s) money. Rose grins and leans forward, placing the tip of the sharpie against the forehead of Alexa Bliss as she swiftly signs her name with a casual “xoxo” on the end. Mandy leans back and observed her artwork, laughing to herself as she hands the sharpie back and adjusts her hair around her title.


I’ve never seen you look so good, Alexa. You’re glowing, really! In fact.... I think it’s picture time!

Still radiating this pompous attitude that has become typical of the now 2x North American Champion, Mandy turns and stands by Alexa, leaning back against the barrier to get as close as possible. Rose pops one leg over the other, sucking in and placing one hand back in her golden blonde hair as she gives us her best and most glamorous pout. Alexa is rabid, her teeth showing, slightly foaming at the mouth trying to break free of their hold to get her hands on Rose. As the guard snaps the picture, Mandy quickly shifts poses slightly, prompting him to take multiple in succession. Rose has a new pose for each shot while the guard is adding every picture to the collection in his fingers as they emerge out of the bottom of the camera. Finally, the charade comes to an end and Mandy receives all of the pictures before turning back around to face the detained Alexa.


Oh no...! It looks like your hands are a little full right now, but that’s okay, because—

Just then, Mandy crumples the stack of photos in her hands and shoved them down Alexa Bliss’s sports bra that was peeking out from her zipped jacket!


You’ve got plenty of room for them in there, don’t you?

Like the real Regina George of XWL, Mandy begins to laugh while Alexa’s fans (aka everyone witnessing this entire spectacle at this point) anger only grows stronger as a result of these detestable actions.


Just ONE more thing, Lex....

With Alexa utterly clowned and humiliated on live television and right in front of thousands in Detroit, Mandy decides to put even MORE icing on the already saturated cake. Harking back to the scene that led to the iconic Falls Count Anywhere match between these two, Mandy winds her hand back in preparation for a vicious slap on the defenseless and exposed face of Bliss.

[Renee Young]
This is ridiculous...

[Corey Graves]
Nothing ridiculous about a little much needed humbling.

[Renee Young]
This coming from Mandy Rose Stan Number 5 on twitter?

[Corey Graves]
First of all it's number 4, second of all I'd appreciate you not spy on me when I'm using my alternate account, and third...I don't see anyone with the name "Alexa Bliss Stan Number ANYTHING"

[Mauro Ranallo]
Ladies and Gentlemen as you can see, the raging issues between Mandy Rose & Alexa Bliss have caused a huge rift in XWL programming for the past couple of months...because to Rose's defense Alexa has thrown a lot of vicious rumors that to this day while evidence amounts to something unprofessional going on...nothing has been proven that it's anything like Alexa paints. So you have fans like Corey defending her, and fans like Renee...condemning her.

[Renee Young]
This has nothing to do with picking a side, it has everything however to do with what is right and what is wrong. Alexa Bliss has been wronged, many times over.

[Corey Graves]
And Mandy Rose's celestial name has been sullied by Alexa's wild accusations.

Mandy savors the moment as the commentary team goes back and forth, relishing in the fact that Alexa is right where she wants her...and despite all the many heinous things she and Mr. McMahon did at Warzone to end Bliss' reign as North American Champion...Rose doesn't seem the least bit satisfied, not yet. No, she wants to continue to embarrass her, to let her know who is The HBIC...and she's going to slap some sense into her to end this cat and mouse game once and for all. Rose won, Bliss lost...and now it's time for Alexa to accept her place, beneath Mandy in every aspect. The audience continues to protest the scene but ultimately their screams and boos fall on deaf ears as Mandy swings forward ready to leave her hand print on Alexa's face to go along with the autograph previously left by her...when suddenly, Alexa raises her leg up, then stomps it down onto one of the guard's foot, causing him to yell out quite dramatically, and his arms to release her. In this fell swooping motion as Mandy's hand came flying toward Alexa, Bliss ducks it, causing Mandy's momentum behind the slap to send Rose spinning around in a full rotation until she comes back around facing Alexa...and that's when Little Miss Bliss delivers a far from little WICKED RIGHT HAND! Mandy falls backward clutching her jaw as the arena erupts with glee!

[Renee Young]
That's what she gets! Way to go, Alexa!

[Corey Graves]
HEY! She can't do that!

[Renee Young]
She can, and she just did.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Rose let her arrogance drag things out a little too long there and now her jaw just got jacked by Bliss' ever so wicked right hand.

As Mandy collapses to the floor, Alexa flashes her first smirk of the evening exclaiming loudly enough for the mics in the crowd, and the audience around her to hear "Sorry Vince, I think her jaw's gonna be a little too sore tonight!" Again, the crowd rallies cheering Bliss who has gone BEYOND her limitations when it comes to patience. She's fed up, and she is not going to take it anymore, she's tried to maintain a sense of her own professionalism throughout these past 4 to 5 months...but when you experience what she has? You reach your break point, and now? She's proving that she's going to be even more of a thorn into the side of Mandy Rose AND Mr. McMahon than ever before. She's not able to relish in seeing Rose painfully clutching her jaw for long as security quickly rounds her back up into their grasp and starts to drag her away. Again, kind of like earlier tonight when she arrived in footage shown during an XWL.com exclusive her feet are completely lifted off the ground and she's carted out of the vicinity as fans start a ruckus "ALEXA!" chant that echoes on all sides of the audience. With a scorned former Champion leaving her mark, one has to wonder what awaits us next week? Will Alexa continue to seek her revenge or will Mr. McMahon seek to make an example out of her for her insubordination? The scene closes out to the image of Rose seated on the floor, her North American Championship beside her, and her hand resting underneath her jaw as the "ALEXA!" chants rages on.

Upon returning from the scheduled commercial break, we're taken backstage to what has now become a familiar sight: The Corporate Dragon and World Heavyweight Champion in Daniel Bryan, The Corporate Cyborg and the King of the Ring in Cesaro as well as their most recent addition in the former Intercontinental Champion and Breakout Star of the Year in Robert Roode, Bobby to his friends and what friends those are. The trifecta of Superstars reside within the custom locker room that belongs to both Cesaro and Bryan, and now to Bobby Roode by association. To the left of the room sits Cesaro, resting on his custom made throne as he carefully yet precisely polishes his Crown in circular motions. On the right side stands Bobby Roode, his right leg being bent as it rests on the bench besides him as well as having a stack of what could only be assumed to be one hundred dollar bills, bringing his index finger to his lips before extending his tongue ever so slightly to lick said finger and repositioning it to the top corner of the bill, pulling it apart from the stack and placing it on the bench, counting aloud while doing so and repeating the gesture. In the center sits Daniel Bryan in his own custom made throne, the World Heavyweight Champion not resting around his waist or over his shoulder, no, it's neatly folded up and resting on his right forearm and hand, a picture perfect sight to say the least. With Roode's count in the background steadily rising, Bryan's eyes dart forward as he pulls himself forward from his resting postion and readjusts the placement of the World Heavyweight Championship so it's in the center of the shot before he begins to speak.

Daniel Bryan
Warzone, in the eyes of a majority of the people that call themselves “fans,” was meant to be the night that I lost this World Heavyweight Championship I worked years to attain, it was supposed to be the night that they “told me so” after I decided to cut the strings and stopped being their puppet. It was supposed to be the night I got a “Roode” awakening for turning my back on the leeches known at the XWL Universe, but instead, it was the night that I showed the world that I don't need these people behind me, that I don't need their false praise and adulation to be successful in this business. The only thing I need is the King of the Ring and our newest Glorious addition in Bobby Roode. After I showed how weak and vulnerable the “Demon King” was, after I raised the Titanium Tyrant's head above my own in one hand and the World Heavyweight Championship in the other, no one will EVER question my ability to get the job done when it matters.

Daniel Bryan
After I made the former Titanium Tyrant walk away from this company when I prevented him from regaining MY World Heavyweight Championship, something he had no business being in possession of might I add, he knew his fifteen minutes of fame were up and in an attempt to save face, he decided to walk off into the sunset because he knew that it doesn't get much better than being pinned by Daniel Bryan. And while there's still an uncrowned “Demon King” lurking in the shadows, the question remains: What's next for Daniel Bryan? It's quite simple, really. Why should someone of my caliber find his own competition when I could allow the suits that pretend they have an ounce of real power to do that for me? Ever since Coronation, there's been a paradigm shift when it comes to who is truly in control. After Cesaro became YOUR King of the Ring and I became the World Heavyweight Champion, it was the calm before the storm. Following our successful endeavors, we announced to the world that there was an alliance between us, that no longer will I entertain you, no longer will I be manipulated by your cheers.

Daniel Bryan
And while “The Boss” was chasing a woman that was a third of his age, WE were changing the game. While he was doing everything within his “power” to screw Alexa Bliss out of the North American Championship, WE decided it was time to bolster our ranks. The question now is: Do you really think Vince McMahon would take two seconds from his Golden Conquest to sign talent, let alone resigning someone like Bobby Roode? His power has been waning for some time now, his grip has started to weaken. The true power in this company is this World Heavyweight Championship and by extension, the King of the Ring Crown, and seeing as both are in our possession, it's quite easy to put two and two together. It's clear that Vince didn't resign Bobby Roode, it's clear he doesn't know who's on his roster aside from the two women he's trying to screw, both literally and figuratively, and it's clear with who he's aligned himself with, that we were the ones to bring Bobby back. Vince can abuse his “power” all he likes, but at the end of the day, WE are the ones that have the true power.

Daniel Bryan
I understand where Boddy Roode is coming from, up until recently, I was in that same boat. I did everything I could to ensure that there was food on my table every night and if that meant pandering to the people and shouting a single word as if I were inept of understanding the English language, then I was more than willing to do it. It wasn't until Cesaro opened my eyes and allowed me to see it from another perspective that it finally clicked. I was a jester, someone to entertain the masses while losing part of myself every single night. He showed me that there was another way, a Corporate way. And with Bobby's addition, I couldn't find an individual better suited to align ourselves with. He was robbed of his Intercontinental Champion some years ago after he won the Breakout Star of the Year award, an award that was given to him after these people voted him in. It was subtle but the peer pressure was more than visible. These so called “fans” forced him to defend his Intercontinental Championship on that night and that was when his career took a downward spiral. The praise and adulation from the XWL Universe is toxic, it almost ended Bobby's career, it was on its way to end mine but now, we don't need them, the only people we need are in this room.

As Bryan returns to his previous position, an audible “And five thousand!” is heard from behind him, Roode finally reaching the end of his count and upon doing so, brings up the stack of hundred dollar bills to his nose, taking a deep whiff of the money in question as a smile of satisfaction and financial security is etched on his face. He stays in this moment of bliss, no Alexa needed, for a few more seconds before he begins fanning himself with the bills, reveling in what was quite easily the best decision he's made in his career. He shifts his focus towards the camera before beginning to speak.

[[Bobby Roode]]
The question ever since I walked up that stage at the start of tonight's show into the arms of these men has been one constant. "WHY" Why? Clearly you didn't listen to a damn thing I said, and that in itself is the issue. Unless we're pandering to you, unless we're groveling for your support, you don't care about us. You don't care if my 3 sons Robert the third, Nicholas, and Riley have the things that I didn't growing up...if they can walk into a store and pick out ANYTHING they want, if they can walk up to me and say daddy...can I get this, please? And I can confidently nod and pat them on their head and say of course boys, because you three deserves the world and I am going to give you that! No, you would rather pigeon hole me into this novelty act that barely is able to put a roof over their heads let alone buy them ANYTHING just because. You would rather my stunning wife Tracey have to buy the off brand lucky charms for them, you know the one you buy your children that comes in the big bag? The one that has a bear in a leprechaun outfit, and an inverted rainbow, that tastes NOTHING like the magically delicious treat we ALL enjoy? Well I say ENOUGH! They deserve a REAL leprechaun, they deserve a TRUE RAINBOW! They deserve their cereal to come in a bag, THAT IS IN A BOX!

No one has ever spoken so passionately about the differences between generic brand cereal and the real thing, and while it's "silly" it's very seriously said. He is a father, he is a provider, and he wants to provide his family the life he feels they deserve. So yes, it's "funny" to rant about a real leprechaun, but this is no having matter, not to him...not to the father of three and married man that is through with his career being a shell of what he believes it should be.

[[Bobby Roode]]
These Men made an offer I couldn't refuse, because it's the first one in a long time where someone actually spoke to me not at me...but TO... me. To my needs, to my ability, to my potential that has been stifled since the day I first stepped foot into this company. I am no novelty, I am THE ANOMALY that finally is in the company of people who recognize it.  I'm done drinking beer and having "FUN" it's time to make MONEY! And with us three at each other's side? Business hasn't "picked up", it's skyrocketed to levels the likes of which this company has truly never seen before. Call it "cliche" I call it using your eyes and seeing what is before you, and what is ahead.

(Cesaro)
Oh and rest assured ladies and gentleman, the only thing that is ahead for us? is unparalleled and unrivaled success the likes of which this company has never seen before. I mean just look at us, Daniel's already got the World Title, I'm the KING and I have a guaranteed World Title match on the horizon, a bridge I'm sure Me and Daniel will cross when the time comes, and then you have the newest addition, the anomaly, Bobby Roode. A man whom like Daniel, was misguided for so long, mainly due to all that common man pisswater he used to inhale with that redneck alcoholic James Storm back in the day, that common man PISS tainted his head and put him on the wrong path for a long time, but don't get it mistaken, Bobby is nothing short of a rare and largely untapped talent in this industry that when utilized to his full potential? will be one of the main talking points of this company for years to come. Bobby has EVERYTHING you need to succeed in pro wrestling, it was always there, but now we're going to maximize the right tools at the right time for maximum success. Maybe Bobby decides to chase down that Intercontinental Title that he's had before, maybe Me and Bobby or Daniel and Bobby decide to go out and wrestle those Tag Titles away from those literal STUPID IDIOTS WHO HAIL FROM A CITY OF TRASH, the world is in our hands so to speak, and we're gonna do what we want, when we want. Let's get one thing straight as well, the three of us? the greatest set of in ring talents ever to be aligned in this company, and we're going to capitalize on that by making sure that every single one of you PAY to see the best we have to offer, no more freebies. We're the most marketable trio ever assembled and we're going to make damn sure that wrestling fans around the world have to pay the premium rates to see the premium talent perform on the highest level, and we're it, there's no one at a higher level in the ring, and there's no three people in this company as marketable to wrestling fans and casual fans alike around the world, we're the complete and total package.

The three men smile and nod at each other, each acknowledging that they are indeed the total package of everything any promoter or company would want in their wrestler.

(Cesaro)
The three of us? we're not out to just out wrestle the competition, we could do that in our sleep, we're out to out market them, out brand them, out earn them, and down right out class them in every category imaginable. You remember the four horseman back in the day? they set the standard, everyone in this business wanted to be like them, but no one could, they laid the blueprint and now we're gonna evolve it and take the terms "stylin and profilin" as the great Ric Flair would say to entirely new levels. We're not gonna be treated like some of the low down scum this company employs ANY LONGER, we're taking our fate and our futures into our own hands. No more coach class on flights, hell, not even first class will do, wanna know why? because we've already made the the phone calls and within a week we're gonna be the proud owners of our own private jet.  No more traveling the same terminals with you irritating, sick, psycho, stalker fans who waits at airports at 2am to get a picture and an autograph when we're dead tired making a connecting flight to some other shitty end of the earth for your entertainment, no more, we fly private, exclusive, and away from all of you by utilizing the private terminals of the airports.

All three men seem to be excited about their impending new aerial transport, and also the added bonus of being away from fans they have zero desire of interacting with as well.

(Cesaro)
Travel isn't the only area we're upping the game, you've got look the part as well, and we're not just superstars anymore, that's a commoner term nowadays, hell, they'd call R-Truth a superstar, that joker? gimmie a break. The three of us are now to be referred to as "global phenomenons" That may be a tough adjustment for all of you to make, but you're just going to have get with it and make it because the bottom line is? the three of us? we transcend this industry, we LOOK the part, and we've got the accolades to show just how damn well we play it. As I was saying though, in regards to looking the part, no more $25 god awful t-shirts being sold on shopxwl.com, ya know, the same ones we get like $2 for every one that's sold, uh-uh, nope, no more. From now on, when we travel outside of the arenas? we're gonna be suited and booted from head to toe, because we're professionals with class and that's how we operate. We're pulling all of our merch from the shopxwl.com site as well, we're gonna announce our own website in the coming weeks where if you people decide to add a little class and elegance to your pathetic, dirty, and scummy daily lives that you commoners live, you'll be able to, at PREMIUM PRICES ONLY, so be prepared, like I said earlier, no more FREEBIES!!!

Cesaro pauses for a moment to take a swig out of his complementary water bottle before continuing on.

(Cesaro)
All of that's just the start, this is only the beginning, our rise is unstoppable  and it's already in full swing. We'll be gracing the cover of GQ and every other mens fashion magazine in no time, all of the top interviewers and pundits worldwide are gonna want us to give them quotes and show up at their respective studios to hop on their programs and grace them with our presence, we're gonna be the hottest commodity in the world of professional wrestling, and the one question they're ALL gonna ask us is this..."How do the three of you do all that you do on such a high level and make it look so easy?" and the answer to that will be simple...

The three men rise from their seats and their voices are in perfect unison for the final words.

We're not "The Franchise"...
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We're "THE ENTERPRISE!!!"

The three men execute their hand salute/pose, whatever you wanna call it that they performed earlier tonight when they gathered on stage and debuted their newly formed alliance to the whole world, they hold their pose for a few moments before the screen fades to black as Anarchy heads to a commercial break.

Falls Count Anywhere Match

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Normal Match

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The song that has become synonymous with The Trash City Stupid Idiots begins to play as the live audience in attendance begins to cheer for the duo that has managed to keep their record breaking longest reigning Tag Team Championship run intact, despite it not satiating the crowd's appetite due through no fault of their own, their reign remains. The positive energy from the crowd rises in volume when Chad Gable, wearing his half of the XWL Tag Team Championships around his waist, and Chris Sabin, wearing the other half of said Championships around his own waist as well as the Intercontinental Championship diagonally across his chest, walk out onto the stage. In an uncharacteristic move, there's no theatrics or over the top gestures, just two men who survived a war zone and managed to tell the tale. Sabin is visibly the worst off of the two, having to not only defend the XWL Tag Team Championships but also the Intercontinental Championship. If that weren't difficult enough, following both of those matches, he was assaulted, so it's safe to say it wasn't his greatest Pay-Per-View but the saving grace is that he is still in possession of both his Championships. At this point, the “Stupid Idiots” from “Trash City” have made it to the bottom of the ramp and have begun to enter the ring. Sabin, being the first to break the threshold, makes his way to the opposite end and requests two microphones, receiving them shortly after before he tosses one over towards Gable, who effortlessly catches it, the duo ready to speak.

Chris Sabin
AND STILL your longest

[Chad Gable]
Reigning

Chris Sabin
Defending

[Chad Gable]
XWL Tag Team Champions

Chris Sabin
Of the World!

[Chad Gable]
AND STILL your Intercontinental Champion!

With that, the duo begin to undo the Championships wrapped around their bodies and hold them up in the air, Gable holding his half of the Tag Team Championships in his right hand while Sabin does the same in his left, the duo holding the Intercontinental Championship with their other hands between them. For the benefit of those that had flash photography, they were given five seconds to capture the moment before the Championships were lowered back down and placed on their shoulders.

Chris Sabin
It's no secret that I'm not at a hundred percent, as if being in two matches in one night wasn't bad enough, I was attacked not once but twice following each of those matches. And while discretion is the better part of valor, I told myself that after I toppled Walter, I would follow in the footsteps of the men that held the Intercontinental Championship before me and issue an Open Challenge after every successful Pay-Per-View defense and without further ado, if there's anybody in the back that thinks they have what it takes to remove this Intercontinental Championship from my possession, then by all means, make yourself known.



The crowd goes wild as the old theme song of the former IC champ plays. Sabin looks like he just saw a ghost as he looks onto the stage.

Corey Graves
Oh my… Oh my gosh!!

Renee Young
Is that…

The crowd is on their feet chanting “holy shit” as the theme continues to play.

Corey Graves
That’s Matt Sydal’s old theme song. He used that a long long time ago back when he went by the name Evan Bourne!!

Renee Young
But what is he doing here now? I thought that he was still injured from Killer Kross’ vicious attack!!

Corey Graves
Well he is the Iron Man of XWL!!

Renee Young
And he does have unfinished business with Chris Sabin!!

The crowd goes wild as the lights dim and The Iron Man runs out onto the stage, wearing a hoodie with the words “Bourne to Fly” on it.

Corey Graves
Sabin issued an open challenge, but I bet he didn’t think this would happen!!

Renee Young
I don’t think any of us did!!

The crowd’s cheers turn to a confused buzz as the man takes off the “Bourne to Fly” hood to reveal the face of none other than Kyle O’Reilly!!!

Corey Graves
What the…

Renee Young
Look!! In the ring!!

In the ring we see R-Truth with the Million Dollar Title around his waist standing behind Sabin, handing the referee his “briefcase”. The referee looks confused, refusing to take it. Truth frustratingly motions to the crowd. All of a sudden another referee slides into the ring, Sabin still has his back turned, shouting at Kyle on the stage. Truth hands the referee he brought with him the briefcase, and the bell rings. Truth quickly rolls up Sabin from behind… 1…. 2….

Corey Graves
We might have a new champ!!

Renee Young
No we won’t!! That briefcase isn’t even real!!

Sabin kicks out and looks at Truth with a confused expression. The two referees are arguing.

Corey Graves
But Chris Sabin said he was doing an open challenge for his title!!

Renee Young
Well you can’t bring your own referee!! And the official referee hasn’t even started the match!! This is madness!! Why didn’t Truth just accept Sabin’s open challenge in the first place!! He didn’t need his fake briefcase and his own referee!!

Corey Graves
That’s a good point.. He could have just accepted the open challenge and skipped all this confusion.. Also why does Truth have his Million Dollar Title on still if he’s trying to have a match..

All of a sudden two men rush into the ring from the crowd!! One of them rolls up Truth, as the other, who is dressed as a referee counts…. 1...2…

Corey Graves
What is going on??

Truth kicks out

Renee Young
Why are there three refs in the ring!?!!?!

Truth looks at the man who just tried to pin him, who is revealed to be Virgil!!

Corey Graves
Oh that makes sense!! It’s Virgil!! He’s after his Million Dollar Title!!

Renee Young
This makes sense to you?

The three refs are all arguing in the ring now. Truth gets to his feet, looks over at Virgil who is also getting to his feet. He looks over at Sabin and shouts “this isn’t over Shelley”. He then slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp with his Million Dollar Title, stopping next to Kyle at the top of the stage to catch his breath. The ref that Truth brought runs after Truth as they are both closely followed by Virgil and his ref. The ref that started in the ring with Sabin looks over at the IC a champion as Truth, Kyle, Virgil, and the two refs make their way to the back.

Corey Graves
What…

Renee Young
What just happened…

The ref counts to ten and signals for the bell to ring. Sabin has his hand raised as he has just won by the oddest of count outs!!



Sabin looks confused as the ref hands him back his IC Title and we go to commercial.

After the absolute confusion surrounding the Trash City Stupid Idiots, R-Truth, Kyle O'Reilly and Virgil, we cut backstage to a visibly annoyed Ruby Riott leaning back against the wall, taking a sip of a drink held in a red plastic cup in her right hand, scoffing as she sets the empty cup onto an equipment trunk to her left before opening the door to her right. As the door closes behind her, the name on the door is very obvious:





MR. VINCENT KENNEDY MCMAHON
XWL OWNER AND ANARCHY GENERAL MANAGER.





Ruby's scuffed Doc Martens boots step towards the lavish, ornate mahogany desk, the chair turned to face away from Ruby and towards the window. Ruby sighed as she sat down, folding her arms over her chest, showing she really, really wanted to be anywhere in the world except this very room.

[Ruby Riott]
...You wanted to see me?

As soon as the worlds leave her mouth, Vince McMahon swirls around in his leather chair to confront the rebellious Superstar sitting across the desk from him. The owner of XWL is clearly just as aggravated as Ruby is, slamming his palms down on the desk.

[Mr. McMahon]
You know, quite frankly I wasn't a fan of your accusations that you decided to broadcast to the world during Warzone. I am completely and utterly faithful to my wife Linda, who as you may know is a former member of the cabinet of the current President of this great nation, the United States of America.

[Ruby Riott]
So you're saying she's just as full of shit as he is?

[Mr. McMahon]
You know...this is why I didn't just fire you on spot and send you right back to whatever cornfield in Indiana you grew up in. I like that you have the balls to say what's on your mind. In fact...it kind of reminds me of myself a little bit...just without all of those...things you've gotten drawn on your skin.

To this, Ruby just chuckles softly, having the absolute gall to kick her feet up onto the mahogany desk of Vincent Kennedy McMahon, crossing one skinny jean-covered leg over the other.

[Ruby Riott]
Let's get one things straight, Vince: I am not like you. I never have been like you, and I never will be like you.

[Mr. McMahon]
So what you're saying is, you weren't like me when you went up to Alexa Bliss and you tried so hard to mess with her head? You weren't a selfish, ruthless, cocky, arrogant bastard like I was when I put Ted Turner out of this business forever? Although...I guess you're right. After all...I got the job done, where as you couldn't even do that right.

[Ruby Riott]
Because you tied me down with a 272 pound Samoan anchor who couldn't wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag! Notice that as soon as she proved how useless she was, you cut her loose. Now trust me on this, Vince...Alexa Bliss and I will never send each other Christmas cards. And I don't regret a single goddamn thing I did to her. But that's because I'm sick of people like her and like you, who put up this pathetic facade of who they really are. You can say you're not sleeping with that bimbo all you want, but we all know she's probably spent more time under this desk than your shoes have.

Try as he might to keep himself composed, Vince reaches up and readjusts his tie, causing Ruby to smirk before leaning in, going right for the kill.

[Ruby Riott]
I get it, Vince. You want to feel like you have a hold of life by the balls, that you can get any woman you want, that you can have all the money and power in the world. But Mandy Rose is just using you and you're too blinded by the fact that she gets you off to realize that. That's why you're doing everything in your power to keep her as champion, because she's more than willing to bend over this desk to get what she wants, right? Let's be honest, Vince...she's the only reason you're not fingers deep in a bottle of Viagra every nigh--

[Mr. McMahon]
SHUT UP!

That was it, that was what Ruby wanted. A sly smirk formed on her facial features, dragging her pierced tongue along her top row of teeth as she knew she had gotten what she wanted.

[Mr. McMahon]
You want a title match at Cyberslam? You want a North American Championship match? Then by god, you got it!

Ruby smirked wickedly as she pushed her feet off the desk, standing up and turning towards the door when she suddenly heard a low, grumbling chuckle coming from behind her.

[Mr. McMahon]
What, you really thought it'd be that easy? No, no...see, there's another woman who's looking to get back into the championship picture. So tonight...you'll be facing her in an Extreme Rules match. In fact...if you win that match? Then you'll get your match at Cyberslam. But it's not an ordinary opponent you have tonight, no...it'll be you going one-on-one with "The Man" Becky Lynch...and that match is right now, so I suggest you get to the ring.

With a grin as friendly as a shark smelling blood's, Vince shoos Ruby away before turning around to face back towards the window. Ruby shakes her head, her right hand clenching into a fist before booting the door open, slamming it behind her as she made her way to the Gorilla Position.

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[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, we're getting set here for an unscheduled match-up right now, as Ruby Riott makes her way out here to battle "The Man" Becky Lynch! And Corey, Renee...your thoughts on what we just witnessed between Ruby and the boss, Mr. McMahon?

[Renee Young]
You know, I'm not a member of the Ruby Riott fanclub, but she showed no fear, even if her job was on the line!

[Corey Graves]
That's because Ruby Riott has evidently lost her damn mind!

[Renee Young]
I never would've expected Ruby Riott of all people to be so against the treatment of Alexa Bliss...I mean, those two absolutely hate each other!

[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, in any case, Ruby Riott has no small task ahead of her as she battles a Becky Lynch who very nearly became XWL Women's Champion against Tessa Blanchard.

[Corey Graves]
Yeah, and Ruby Riott isn't even ready to compete! She's coming out here without even getting a chance to get her gear on!

[Renee Young]
Just another example of how tyrannical Mr. McMahon can be.

[Corey Graves]
Yeah, well, if you don't like the way Mr. McMahon runs things around here, I'm sure there's a Tim Horton's or a poutine dispensary you can go work at back home!







[Mauro Ranallo]
Well, Becky Lynch has very obviously grown tired of being complacent with her place in the title picture. She proved that last night when she attacked Tessa Blanchard after coming up just short in their championship match.

[Corey Graves]
Well, when you give everything you have and it just wasn't good enough too many times...eventually you just snap, and that's clearly what's happened with Becky Lynch.

[Renee Young]
You know, you gotta feel for Becky in this situation.

[Corey Graves]
Why!? It's like Ruby Riott said...Becky Lynch became a contender solely by beating a bunch of hasbeens, and you expect her to beat someone who's been facing the cream of the crop since day one in Tessa Blanchard? Maybe if she beats someone who hasn't been unemployed for the last five years, she can get another shot at the champ!





























































[Mauro Ranallo]
Mama mia! What an absolute statement by Ruby Riott against Becky Lynch!

[Corey Graves]
Ruby Riott wasn't even prepared to compete tonight and she damn near broke Becky Lynch in half! Hell...Becky Lynch barely even got any offense in against Ruby Riott!

[Renee Young]
A convincing win over the current North American Champion a few weeks ago and now a convincing win over the former top contender to the XWL Women's Championship...I may not like it, but you have to think that alone puts Ruby Riott in the title picture!

[Corey Graves]
There's one thing you're forgetting here, Renee...the man that decides the championship contenders is the man Ruby Riott has tried to embarrass the last two weeks on global television. Call it a hunch, but I think this is just the beginning for Ruby Riott's road to championship gold.

As Becky Lynch slumps outside to the floor holding her ribs, Ruby Riott beckons for a microphone. Dropping to a knee, panting as she pushes her sweaty hair out of her fact, speaking into the microphone.

[Ruby Riott]
Hope you were watching, Vince...because whether you like it or not...I'm walking right up to your side bitch, I'm going to punch her pretty face in, and I'm taking that title right out of her hands and putting it around the waist of a true champion...and that true champion will be Ruby Riott. You can send the entire division after me. You can send the entire armed forces after me. You can send anyone and everyone to my doorstep and I'll mow them all down one-by-one until I get my hands on the North American Championship...

Tossing the microphone behind her, Ruby collects herself as she rises to her feet, using her hands and motioning them in front of her waist, inferring that she is indeed the uncrowned XWL North American Champion. As she motions that she plans on taking the championship, Vince McMahon is seen sitting at his desk, tossing a coffee mug towards the wall, shattering it into multiple pieces.

[Mr. McMahon]
GOD DAMN IT! That's it! If Ruby Riott wants me to send a goddamn army after her, then by god, I'll send a goddamn army after her!

Sitting down at his desk, the owner of XWL quickly grabs his telephone, pressing a few buttons. He brings the receiver up to his ear, growling under his breath as Anarchy fades to a commercial break.

MAIN EVENT









The Main Event of the evening kicks off with the quirky and colorful Juvenile Delinquent, who is scheduled for a Women's Championship match against the Diamond after turning in her Queen of the Ring crown last week. Inside the ring, the Women's Champion Tessa Blanchard calmly awaits. Liv twirls out onto the stage before coming to a stop and smiling with her wily blue tongue out on display.



[Mauro Ranallo]
And so, ladies and gentlemen, our Main Event of the evening begins! There you see the challenger, Liv Morgan, who will of course be taking on the 2x Women's Champion, Tessa Blanchard. Corey, Renee, any favorites heading into this match?

[Renee Young]
I've gotta stick with the Diamond, Tessa Blanchard. I'm sorry, Liv, but I just don't think she's there yet. A future Champion without a doubt, but Liv's still got a lot of growing to do and I genuinely believe most of her head space is still too occupied with her past with Sasha Banks to be fully focused on this match. Make no mistake, you have to be LASER focused when stepping into the ring with Tessa Blanchard, because that's exactly what you're going to get from the Diamond as soon as the bell rings.

[Corey Graves]
Surprise, surprise, Renee, I disagree! I think Tessa's gone soft. Kairi Sane, while Tessa was eventually able to beat her, made the Champion softer in the process. She is not the rock-hard Diamond of old when she originally won the title off of Natalya at Final Stand. The Delinquent is an opportunist, and I think that's exactly what she's going to live up to tonight. Capitalizing off of her opportunity.



Liv flicks her cotton candy locks back over her shoulder with a vocal: "WOOOO!" which could be considered a subtle dig at the Queen Charlotte Flair, since Liv did become the 2019 Queen of the Ring to get here tonight. As her hair falls back down, Morgan clamps her hands together behind her back and begins to skip her way down the ramp.

[Mauro Ranallo]
Speaking of opportunitistic tendencies, Corey, Morgan would certainly seem to be acting on them given the week that she decided to exchange her crown for a Championship match. Just a few short weeks ago, Tessa Blanchard was bulled over by a car, and last week she had one hell of a match with Becky Lynch at Warzone. To say she's less than 100% would be the understatement of the decade.

[Corey Graves]
Exactly my point! Liv may be sporadic and unpredictable, but she's crafty. She might not be the biggest or the strongest, but she knows how and when to take her shot and do so effectively.



[Renee Young]
All points that I can agree with, but let's not forget who else we're talking about here. Tessa Blanchard is a 2x Women's Champion for crying out loud! She's beaten not only Liv Morgan in the past, but also the longest reigning Women's Champion in history, Natalya.

[Corey Graves]
And that 2x Women's Champion accolade you just brought up Renee? That means that she's perfectly capable of losing that title again if she isn't careful when dealing with the Blue-Tongued Brat.

Liv makes it to the bottom of the ramp, and continues her journey around the entirety of the ring until she arrives on the far backside right in front of the commentary table. Morgan hops up and lays across the apron on her stomach, propping her chin in her hands, swinging her Jordan-wielding feet back and forth, and sticking out that infamous blue raspberry tongue of hers. The fans are split on Morgan, likely do to her victim-turned-villain status, but most seem to cling to that negative opinion of the challenger. After a few seconds, Liv alligator rolls inside of the ring and raises up onto her knees, sending a playful little wave towards Tessa. Seconds later, she springs up to her feet and begins sprinting at the "front" side of the ring towards the cameras, leaping up to kick her legs through the ropes. She lands on the middle rope and crosses her legs, still bouncing up and down slightly from the abrupt landing. Once again, Liv sticks out her trademarked tongue with a twisted grin that only a Joker could love. As the fans proceed to voice their rather stern opinions on the Delinquent, she returns back inside of the ring and wipes the bottoms of her kicks off eagerly onto the mat while glancing across the ring at her competition, the Women's Champion.



Liv's baby doll eyes are locked onto Tessa, and the Championship that's evaded her criminal clutches for so long. At that moment, the lights in the arena all fade down with the exception of a bright spotlight that falls over the ring. Both competitors take their places on either side of the official. Tessa's line of site remains fixated on the Delinquent, while Liv's frantic pupils bounce back and forth between the Diamond and her Championship.

[Mike Rome]
The following contest is our Main Event, and it is for the XWL Women's Championship!... Introducing first: the challenger.. From Elmwood Park, New Jersey.... LIIIV, MOOORGAAAAN!

A solid 80/20 split of the fans takes place once again, with the vast majority still opposing the Delinquent. The boos don't seem to phase Morgan, however, who is still licking her chops at the sight of the Women's Championship like a rabid hyena.

[Mike Rome]
And her opponent: from Charlotte, North Carolina.. She is the current Women's Champion.... TESSA, BLAAAANCHAAAARD!

The boos instantaneously transition into a roaring cheer as Blanchard raises her title high into the air proudly. Once the lights turn back up to their original brightness, Liv appears to be getting antsier by the second. Tessa hands her title over to the referee, who raises it once more for the camera to zoom in on before passing it off outside of the ring. With the title out of sight but most definitely NOT out of mind, Blachard remains cool, calm, collected, and ready to continue her dominant reign over the Women's Division. Meanwhile, Liv brings her hands up and taunts Tessa with a gesture to get the climax of this show on the road.






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With Liv dazed and in the corner, Tessa lines up and charges at the pink-haired Delinquent. However, the wily Morgan was playing possum like a pro and ducks down into a summersault on the mat and out of harm’s way. As Tessa crashes into the turnbuckle and turns around to face her opponent in the ring while she recovers, Liv drops down to the mat on her stomach and holds her chin up on the back of her hands. She kicks her legs back and forth in a teasing, childlike manner. Her bright blue tongue finds its way out of her mouth once again as she grins in the direction of Tessa Blanchard.



This juvenile behavioral pattern enrages the Diamond, who shakes off the pain and goes right after Morgan again. The Blue-Tongued Brat quickly retreats, rolling out of the ring, but that wasn’t enough to keep Tessa off of her for long. The Champion runs around the official and follows Liv outside of the ring. Noticing this, Morgan squeals and begins to dart around the ring to evade the wrath of her opponent. Tessa sprints after her, making some decent progress until Liv—.... Wait a second, where’d she go?

Tessa’s furious eyes switch back and forth as they search for the color pink. Suddenly, Tessa notices that the ring apron has been disturbed by a pair of colorful Jordan’s scrambling underneath it. Blanchard shakes her head and yells: ”YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME, YOU LITTLE BRAT!” Tessa immediately rips up the apron and crawls in after Morgan! The official is struggling to regain control of this match, stopping his count (which had only reached 3 at this point) in order to exit the ring and instruct both ladies to bring it back into the ring. To his dismay, the referee gets zero response from either competitor. He decides to lean down and lift up the apron, only to find nothing but pure darkness. He then glances back at the timekeeper and holds his hands up, scratching his head in confusion. Unsure of what the protocol is for this scenario, he resumes his count...




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FINALLY we get confirmation that these two hadn’t accidentally fallen into Wonderland. The first thing we see is.... the baby pink hair of Liv Morgan! Liv struggles to crawl back out because, as we soon find out, she’s dragging the body of Tessa Blanchard behind her! Morgan grits her teeth, groaning as she uses all her strength to fully remove the deadweight of the Champion from beneath the ring. She has little time to catch a breath though, with the official’s count only hesitating momentarily upon her return before resuming at 8. Liv takes a deep breath and hoists Tessa up with all of her might, barely getting the Diamond and herself back inside of the ring by the count of 10. After rolling her just out of reach of the ropes, Morgan quickly lays over top of the Champion in an exhausted cover. Her pink hair covers the unconscious face of Blanchard, but all that matters is that her shoulders were firmly planted on the mat, and the official begins his count.




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[Mauro Ranallo]
WE HAVE A NEW WOMEN’S CHAMPION! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

[Corey Graves]
Just as I predicted! The Diamond’s gone soft, and the Delinquent capitalized. Congratulations to Liv Morgan! That Queen of the Ring scandal really paid off for her tonight.

[Renee Young]
Wait a second guys.... What’s wrong with Tessa?... Is she—... Is that blood?!

As Liv Morgan rolls off of the still unresponsive body of Tessa Blanchard, we realize that her hair was covering a major gash on the forehead of the Diamond! The blood only becomes more prominent and obvious with each passing second as more begins to seep out of the wound, but the match has already ended! Liv lays on her back by the body of Tessa and laughs hysterically, resting her hand over her gut as she struggles to catch her breath between bursts of laughter. Instead of cheering or booing, the crowd begins to gasp in horror as a concerned silence floods the audience. The official drops down by Tessa, frantically checking on her as Morgan slowly pulls herself up to her feet with a sickening grin on her face.



After giving an appreciative glance down at the aftermath of her destruction, Liv drags that blue tongue across her white teeth as her smile only grows. She flicks her messy hair back over her shoulder and proceeds to prance around the ring in a skipping motion with her tongue out and her eyes open. Once she reaches back around to where Tessa is still laying, the referee holds his hands up and demands that Morgan keep back. She stops dead in her tracks and ceases her frolicking, holding her hands up innocently with a verbal: ”OOPS!” leaving her mouth, which was immediately followed by even more cackling laughter. Liv drops down and rolls out of the ring, and walks over to the time keeper to collect her new XWL Women’s Championship, since the ref was clearly too preoccupied to do it himself.

[Mike Rome]
.... Here is your winner, and NEW XWL Women’s Champion.... LIV, MORGAN...!

The enthusiasm in Mike Rome’s voice was understandably a little lacking given the circumstances surrounding Tessa’s condition. Meanwhile, Liv shrieks at the time keeper to give her the title, to which he hastily complies in order to avoid the wrath of the Problem Child. Liv holds the Women’s Championship on her hands and glances down at it. Her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. For the first time she’s holding this Championship, not because she’s stolen it from the reigning Champion, but because she finally IS that Champion. Morgan licks her lips in satisfaction, and carries her title over towards the ring apron. She throws the apron up and crawls halfway in before easing back out. In her free hand, we see a.... SLEDGEHAMMER! The head of the sledgehammer is covered in Blanchard’s blood, which confirms our horrifying suspicions without a doubt.

[Renee Young]
Is that what she used on Tessa?! It has to be!

[Corey Graves]
Anything goes when a title is on the line, Renee. This match was a make or break scenario for Liv Morgan’s career, and if you ask me, I think she just made it! A career defining moment, all at the expense of the now former Champion, Tessa Blanchard.

[Mauro Ranallo]
I understand doing whatever it takes to make it, but Corey, Tessa Blanchard is seriously hurt here. At the very LEAST she’s been concussed, if she’s so lucky!

[Corey Graves]
Poetic justice, Mauro! You might have forgotten about the Hammerlock DDT that spiked Liv Morgan off of that very sledgehammer, but I can assure you that Liv hasn’t! What goes around comes around, and the Diamond will come to realize that whenever she wakes up and discovers that her title now belongs to the Juvenile Delinquent.

Liv glances around the ring with a “gotcha” smile on her face, wielding her bloody sledgehammer in one hand with her newly acquired Women’s Championship in the other. The fans boo and verbally assault Morgan as she begins to skip and frolic around the ring without a care in the world. Her sledgehammer dragging along behind her on the ground, leaving a subtle red trail as she holds her belt firmly on her shoulder. The referee has been calling for medical attention to come as quickly as possible. Once Liv begins to skip back up the ramp, the finally come sprinting down the ramp. Liv quickly steps aside, watching them pass by as she shouts out: ”YOU MIGHT WANNA GET A STRETCHER FOR THAT ONE, FELLAS!... SORRY!” With another harlequin laugh, Liv continues to skip back up to the top of the stage where she spins back around and raises her title high for the fans and the cameras. Morgan sticks her tongue out again, and lowers her Championship by the side of her face not to kiss it like most new Champs, but instead in true Liv Morgan fashion, she drags her blue raspberry tongue right up the front plate of the title. The screen fades to black on Liv lifting the Championship one last time with a sinister smirk on her doll-like face.




SHOW’S OVER.