Post by Commissioner Michaels on Feb 24, 2015 11:30:19 GMT -5
Event Date: Sunday, February 22nd, 2015
Live from Los Angeles, California
Singles Match
Leo Kruger vs. Ricochet
Camera cuts to the ring as a superstars music hits which receives a huge pop from the fans.
Mick Foley walks out in Cactus Jack attire and the crowd cheers and chants for him as he walks down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone and starts to speak.
Cactus Jack: Thank you very much for that reaction it feels good to be back on a SOOL PPV again it's been a while. Now it's not hard to guess why I'm here. A few weeks back I issued a challenge for a certain superstar for Wrestlemania. I challenge the undefeated Catman to a no holds barred match at Wrestlemania. Now Catman still hasn't responded to my challenge. Now I'm not sure why maybe he thinks he is getting into my head and is trying to play mind games but buddy I've battled the kings of mind games and came out on top so your tricks won't work on me but frankly I think your scared Catman I think you have turned into a big chicken or maybe a massive pussy. Maybe you sense that your time is running out and the streak is going to come to an end and you feel you should have someone easy to keep it going quite frankly I'm getting impatient with your lack of response. I feel quite disrespected that you haven't answered me yet but maybe you are scared to face me.
You see Catman I eat sleep and breathe wrestling even more than that I eat sleep and breathe SOOL. For ages I have put my body on the line for this business and this company whilst you fight one night a year on the grandest stage of them all and receive most of the spotlight whilst over superstars fight and claw and scratch their way to Wrestlemania and still don't get an opportunity to fight at Wrestlemania whilst you do nothing and are allowed to compete and the only reason you are allowed to is because of your streak. Without your streak Catman you are nothing, worthless. You would be forgotten instantly. Is that what your afraid of Catman off being forgotten.
Catman, I want an answer and I don't care how long it takes or what I have to do to get the answer I want from you because I know that you know that I have the testicular fortitude to fight you like a man and your nothing more than a yellow belly pussycat.
Foley pauses to see if Catman suddenly appears but nothing happens to the disappointment of the audience.
Well I guess I'm going to have to force you to answer me by giving you a ultimatum a date to get my answer by and I give you two weeks Catman two weeks to answer me. Smackdown 99 Catman is when I want my answer and I guess we will find out if your a yellow belly and if you have any testicular fortitude. If you do accept and by God I hope you do I will bring you down at Wrestlemania, I will make you hurt and feel pain you have never felt before. I will make you bleed and when it's all said and done and the car wreck has stopped and the smoke is cleared and my arm is raised in victory I will prove I am the better man and I will also prove that Cats have less than nine lives. At WrestleMania, not only am I going to break the streak, but I'm going to put down the big cat and there won't be anything humane about it... BANG ! BANG !
Mick Foley drops the microphone as the crowd cheers for him. He starts the leave the arena as the cameras cut to another segment.
Tag Team Champions, The Shield vs. Dolph Ziggler & Antonio Cesaro
Singles Match
The Miz vs. MVP
Mvp walks out of the curtain and then he walks to the ring the n he walks up the steps and in to the ring
He then grabs a microphone Mvp: miz plz come out here
*Miz makes his way down into the ring*
The Miz: " Well, I'm out here MVP what do you want?"
is this you and don't fight and we work together to beat the shit out of the shield and become the NEW tag champs some time down the road or we don't and the shield keeps their winning streak going for years even if they do lose to night we should be champs miz I know it and you know it miz.he then waits to see what miz says
The Miz: "Trust me MVP I would love to beat the shit out of the shield to win the tag team titles with you It's just that the shield are no push overs. They’ve had those titles for over 2 mouths now and no doubt they will retain again tonight. I need a good tag team partner if I even want a chance! To take those belts off them, I might be good on my own but I need someone to have my back. And I just don't know if you’re that guy."
Mvp:i am that guy miz man or did you find a new partner huh I'm all ears.
The Miz: "No I've not found an another partner. Want to know why MVP!? Because you were the only one to come out into the ring during Miz TV and ask me to be my tag team partner, no one else asked me backstage or even through text. You were the only man to believe I was worthy of being a tag team partner. Worthy of being.... A Friend... everyone else ignored me when I asked everyone if they want to be tag team partners with me... expect for you.... I may be the most must see SOOL superstar, I may be the a-list movie star... But none of that means anything without friends... And I love you for that. Let’s be a tag team MVP and let’s become tag team champions..."
* Miz braces out his arms for a hug and MVP hugs the Miz*
The Miz: How about the Hollywood MVP'S?
MVP: Yeah man I like the name
The Miz: “So it’s settled. MVP I see a very bright future. For the both of us.”
*Camera cuts to Kruger who is outside the building, and Kruger begins to start laughing*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Tonight, I proved why my hunting skills are a force to be reckoned with. Now a remark for all of my prey of the future you don't have to worry a long suffering.
*Kruger laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Cause I will extinguish your life quickly. My dear old friend Edge I will see you tonight. We have matters to discuss. That need to be dealt with tonight. I want my response for Wrestlemania. My choice of match. You think you can beat me any day of the week? Allow me to pick my poison, and if not I will make your life a living hell on earth. To me it would be fun for a while, but then I would just get tired of beating on you and you taking it like a bitch.
*Kruger smiles*
.:Leo Kruger:.
And we wouldn't want that hmm? It’s no fun when my prey doesn't fight back. I have had many encounters in my life where people were just too frightened to fight back. It was quite embarrassing for them because I was just too strong and I kept coming and coming until they left the company all because they didn't fight back. Edge you got a little fight in you. I like that. It makes my hunt to claim you as my trophy all the more entertaining for me. I get this rush of adrenalin through my body when the hunt begins and my prey actually fights back. It makes claiming them all the more worth it, and feels greatly satisfying. I remember when I actually used to hunt animals. I got so bored because they were predictable.
*Kruger smiles*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Now us humans we are a different story. We are more complex. When we get scared there are two kinds of people. The type that just run, and hide or my personal favorite the ones that actually fight back. While fighting them I study there movement to track which way they are going to go, and with that information I do my best to counter everything they throw at me. Sometimes people get the best of me the first time around, but by the end of that match I know half of their arsenal so next time I know what’s coming and when it’s going to happen. Some people are like clockwork the same moves over and over again. No offense Mr. Cena.
*Kruger laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
For years I've studied in psychology to understand the vast human mind. To know how people will react in situations. To be a great hunter you must out smart your prey, and when you have done that. That’s when you have them on the ground choking gagging for air. That’s when you know I have won already won, and I am going in for the kill. There is no chance they can turn it around on me because I will already know their next move, and I will stop it before it happens. Tonight, I will be watching Edge’s match and I’ll be paying special close attention to what moves he will use, because I know he will be pulling out all of his stops tonight to claim that United States title belt. Come time for Wrestlemania since it’s the grandest stage of them all. I know Edge will once again being pulling out all of his stops, and since I will already have seen this match that’s about to take place. I will know what to be ready for at Wrestlemania cause I will have him mapped out, and the win will be done very easily.
*Kruger laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Now excuse me as I go watch my dear old friend Edge compete. Tah –Tah!
*Kruger waves goodbye*
Singles Match
United States Champion, Shane Douglas vs. Edge
*Edge is celebrating with the title.*
*Kruger’s theme hits and Kruger walks out with a mic in hand*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Someone give Edge a mic. We have important matters to discuss.
*The ref hands Edge a mic*
.:Leo Kruger:.
Congratulations Edge on your win tonight! It’s nice to know you’ll be keeping the belt warm for me until Wrestlemania. Speaking of Wrestlemania. You haven’t answered my proposal. Three weeks now since I've offered this proposal, and you ignored me. Like it was nothing, and that makes me very angry. You’re lucky I just don’t come down this ramp and force you to say yes right now, but I am a man of honor who enjoys the thrill of the hunt, and I am tired of waiting damn it I want my response right here right now.
.:Edge:
Force me to say yes? I’m pretty sure the last time we met I speared you, and pinned you in the middle of the ring. Then the following night the beating you received turned you into this…this psychopath. I mean you could be a psychopath, or it could just be your time of the month
*Kruger looks very angry by that statement*
.:Edge:.
So you want my answer Kruger? What makes you think we still have business I have beaten you already.
.:Leo Kruger:.
Plain and simple revenge. Edge if you remember correctly I have also beaten you so its 1 – 1. Doesn't that sound like we should dance one more time in the squared circle? so I can finally claim you as a trophy.
*Kruger laughs*
.:Edge:.
I thank you for beating me Kruger, because my head wasn't set straight, but after that match its finally been realigned. So maybe if I take you to war and bash your head in a couple of times it will set your head straight.
*Kruger smiles and laughs*
.:Leo Kruger:.
So its set! Leo Kruger vs Edge one more time at Wrestlemania! I’ll get back to you on the match type soon, but also make sure you keep your belt until Wrestlemania.
*Kruger laughs and points behind Edge. Shane Douglas comes from behind clotheslines Edge as he’s turning around. Edge is on the ground knockout and Douglas grabs the mic that Edge once had and says*
.:Shane Douglas:.
I want my rematch in two weeks… see you then Edge.
*Douglas throws down the mic and the camera pans over to Kruger laugh as he watches on*
we come back from a commercial break and we see Mvp and the crowd is booing as loud as the can Mvp waits a minute before talk
He then begins to start talking Mvp:as you can see Mvp is in the ring so that can only mean one thing this is the VIP lounge were big things are popping and small things are stopping and the VIP lounge is for people better than you tonight my guest will be Tony atlas.atlas walks down and gets in the ring. Tony atlas: that's right when I picked up my phone and it was Mvp wanting me to manage him I immediately said yes yes yes heck i maybe old but Maybe sool will book me one time or something like that.
Mvp: thank you Tony for that story but let's start there will only be three questions for you man first one is what do you think about the Hollywood Mvp's .Tony atlas: I think that you guys can be a great tag team and even win the tag titles.mvp : ok now my second question what do you think about sandow.Tony u think he will leave the new champion.Mvp ok ok what do you think about Leo Kruger's new side.Tony: i like the side of Mr Kruger better than the allways happy Adam rose.Mvp: well thank I can't wait to work with you man.The two men go to the back locker room
Finn Balor vs. Stone Cold Steve Austin
The match starts and the two men lock up. Stone cold gains the upper hand early. Slamming Balor down to the matt. At the beginning of the match Stone Cold looks dominant, taking Balor to the floor multiple times. Finally Balor goes to gain some momentum but reversing Stone Cold's punches but right after Balors reversal Stone Cold hits him with a wicked close like to knock him back down, stone cold goes to pick Balor up off the ground to do more damage after taunting but Balor reverses that and finally starts laying down some powerful shots to Stone Cold. Balor continues to dominate, he goes for his signature to kick Stone Cold in the head but Stone Cold dodges it and gives Balor a huge clothes line. But Balor jumps right back up and gives Stone Cold a clothes line of his own, taking the rattle snake down. He then kicks Stone Cold in the face, knocking him off his feet once again. Balor puts Stone Cold in a submission and holds it as if he were just wearing him down. He releases the hold, picks Stone Cold up to his feet and then hits the rattlesnake with his finisher. Balor goes for the cover. 1..2..3! Balor wins the match.
"Hell"
The screen is taken over with images of flames, crackling in the background while the deep voice speaks over it.
"My domain. My home. You see, when I was just a mere child, me and my brother, The Undertaker, would get in trouble for playing with matches."
The image changes to a view of the Undertaker, standing, alive and well, arms brought up and extended out as he does in his entrance, so many times.
"As much as I like to imitate my brother's cheap tricks, I know the truth. And the truth, is that I am far superior than my brother. The Deadman, is dead. While I, am still destroying those in front of me. But one time, when my brother had left for his chores, I decided to start lighting our matches. I caught the side of the house on fire. I, caught the side of the house on fire. The fire spread, engulfing the house, myself, and our mother, and his father. I was the only survivor. For that, I am going to hell."
It changes to a picture of Kane's mask.
"For years, a wore a mask upon my face to conceal my pain. My, hatred for myself and my big brother who abandoned us. All that built up over time, till I finally decided to reveal myself to the world within the company of SOOL. I swore to destroy any, and everyone in SOOL, to release this anger and hatred I had built up. But all I got, was Shane McMahon, holding me down."
"The billionaire son who stole his father's company right from under his nose made sure that I never got to my one goal, the world title. I became hell bent on ending not only Shane's career, but his life. He offered me a deal. A deal, that even I, the devil's favorite demon, could not refuse. A shot at my one goal, in return, I'd have to pay him with my services. So I accepted. I failed, against two men, neither of which above me. So I lost my hatred, anger, and pride. Everything I was, stopped being so. I went from, a monster, to a man. I became weak. I sold my soul, for nothing. That's, why I am going to hell."
"Shane went beyond his word, and even gave me another title shot, one that I took, without a word. The Hardcore title. The title, I should never have lost. Sting took it, and I let him. Since then, I've had men like Dean Ambrose, call me by names I do not recognize. I've had people, speak about me, as though I am nothing. But that's where they are wrong."
"Jimmy Jacobs. The man, who provoked, the monster to return. The man, who kicked my head through a table, a number of weeks ago, just to get chokeslammed to the pits of hell. The man, who took after the title I lost, in means that I find most unique. You see, we're rather alike, you and I, Jimmy. But the difference is, you're not a monster. You woke the monster inside of me. I went to Shane and demanded my rematch be against you, Sting, and Nash. Three men, unworthy of the title I made my own. Unworthy to hold the belt, that once graced the waist of the Big Red Monster. My, title! Tonight, I'm going to hell. And I'm taking my title, and Jimmy Jacobs, with me."
And finally, Kane appears, letting out a deep, throaty laugh that echoes throughout the arena, very creepily. Then the video dies out, his laugh going with it.
*Balor interrupts an already in session interview and the camera turns to him.*
Now that I have beaten Gold dust and just dominated Stone Cold, I have won my qualifying match. That gets me one step closer, one step closer to proving to all of you that I am no lackey, and to proving that I am going to be the new up and coming superstar to watch for here in SOOL. I am here to make a name for myself and when time comes for that Money In The Bank match, I will show all of you and prove once and for all that I, Finn Balor, am not the one to get in the way of. In time, you will all see that I am a champion. A king if you will.
*Balor smirks and walks away*
The Nest’s Open Challenge
The Nest vs. T.B.D.
Camera cuts to the ring area and The Nest music starts to play. Roberts and Bigelow walk down to the ring and Roberts grabs a microphone as he enters the ring.
Roberts: Well here we are its time for the open challenge now quite frankly I don't believe there will be any challengers for us tonight and I don't blame them I mean come on who would want to face us ? I sure wouldn't. Why would someone want to be beaten to a pulp I mean look at the miz this past week. We put a beating on him so bad that whenever he sees us coming he wets himself and hides in order to not cross our paths again. Now there have been rumours that there is a tag team willing to take us on and I hope there is we haven't turned up here tonight to not compete. This PPV certainly needs us to make it better. So come on then let's see who our opponents are.
Roberts drops the microphone as him and bigelow wait to see who comes out. A couple of minutes pass and still no one comes out. Roberts grins and picks the microphone back up.
Roberts: Surely there is one team here that will face us. I new most people in this organisation didn't have much between their legs but this is ridiculous surely there are some men back there that would face us.
Roberts waits another few minutes but still there is no answer to his challenge.
Roberts: Fine I guess this roster is full of chickens. I expected better from people here but I guess everyone is just all bark and no bite.
Roberts drops the microphone as he and Bigelow leave the ring and the camera cuts to another segment.
*Dean Ambrose walks at a quickened pace with microphone already in hand. He slides in the ring and brings the microphone to his lips*
Dean Ambrose: CUT THAT FUCKING MUSIC! I only showed up for one reason and that one reason is to fight. Zayn you wanted me so bad! You wanted my attention well you got it. So come on down so we can do this! Just be warned this will be less if a match and more like a grizzly bear mauling an infant. I don't need to sit out here and tell you WHY I'm dangerous. One look inside my eyes tells you all you need to know and Zayn if you're looking at my eyes all the way in the back I hope you can see the madness that swims around in my head daily.
Dean Ambrose: Still taking time to get ready? That's cool, everyone in this arena knows that I LOVE to talk. SO that's exactly what I'm gonna do. You guys pumped?! Pumped about the main event? I know I am. People forget but I said that the World Heavy Weight Championship was cursed. Cursed by the wrath of Dean Ambrose. I said that whoever won the Royal Rumble would be under my watchful eye but never did I predict the Championship could be thrown into a match like this. I don't need to drag on and on about it but whoever wins this match tonight you're fucked plain and simple. I'm gonna be your worst nightmare and I'm not involved with the main event at Wrestlemania but believe you me I can and will make yours and Bam Bam's road to Wrestlemania take a detour to hell with me waiting. Take a bite of the forbidden fruit and watch as the consequences of your actions bring the anger of Lucifer raining down upon your head!
Dean Ambrose: Now...I've been patient enough Zayn! You have exactly one minute to get your ass down here or I'm coming to the back after you! I will drag you down to this ring and after I beat you unconscious I continue to stomp your head till it's a pile of Canadian mush. These are no hopes here. But I get a fist full if M & M for you. That's murder and mutilation! So come on down it's let's spills some fucking blood right now!
*Dean flings the microphone over his shoulder and paces around the ring as he awaits Zayn*
Singles Match
Mr. Money In the Bank, Dean Ambrose vs. Sami Zayn
Singles Match
Kevin Owens vs. Goldust
Kevin Owens wins after he reversed the curtain call and hit Goldust with a powerbomb for the 1 2 3
Extreme Rules Fatal 4 Way Match
Hardcore Champion, Sting vs. Jimmy Jacobs vs. Kane vs. Kevin Nash
Crossfading to the backstage area, the camera rushes toward an area where a number of set up equipment is being story coming across what appears to be the aftermath of a brutal scene: Being held back from eachother by security, Kevin Nash and Jimmy Jacobs tried to make claw make their way aggressively towards the other with Stephanie McMahon in the middle trying to control the situation; Nash struggling against the security while cursing and shooting a hateful glare at Jacobs who just smiles with sickening excitement just aching for a fight. A few feet from the barely restrained brawl are their other opponents, Kane and Sting, unconscious being looked at by medical personnel as other staff and roster members lift a large full cart of steel chairs that had apparently been laid out on the two.
A moment later, Shane McMahon arrives on the scene, which he meets with shock and disdain.
Shane McMahon: What the hell happened here?!
Stephanie McMahon: *With an annoyed glare, she steps out of the middle till she's face to face with her brother* Apparently, Sting and Kane were found here with that damn cart toppled over them. When I came in a few moments ago, these two *gesturing two the barely restrained Hardcore title competitors* were close to tearing eachother apart had others not arrived earlier. Not surprisingly, they claim the other is responsible for what happened.
Kevin Nash: *pointing an accusing finger at Jacobs* He did do it! I saw him nearby when I came got here!
Jimmy Jacobs: *With a hard laugh* That's easy for you to say! I could claim the same about you since you also were here, especially since a big lummox would have no trouble of toppling that cart!
Shane: Who found them?!
Stephanie: A few stagehands who were around the corner when they heard the crash, said that Nash and Jacobs arrived what seemed like a few minutes after they did.
Shane: *Looking her dead in the eye with a smug grin* And let me guess, are they under your employ?
Stephanie: *Not intimidated in the least as her glare hardens as she places her hands on her hips* What are you driving at?
Shane: I mean, because of someone's incompetence, two of our competitors aren't responsive.
Stephanie: *With a bitter chuckle* I suppose that's my fault? If anything, one would think it's the boss's responsibility to make sure everything is in check, assuming you actually still believe you're still in control.
Shane: Well, as the one in control, I'm afraid the Fatal 4 way for the Hardcore Championship has to be cancelled.
Nash: Who cares about the match?! Sting is out cold because that little weasel was too much of a coward to face him again!
Jacobs: Oh spare me, some Hardcore Champion he is! If those two fossils can't handle a little of shower of chairs, they deserved what they got!
No sooner had he heard that, Nash snapped and plowed through the people in his way and charged. Before he could land a single punch, security seized him just barely and struggled to pull him away as Jacobs simply laughed.
Nash: *Struggling to break free with mounting aggression* Let go of me!!!
Stephanie: Kevin, calm down!
Nash: Hell no, I'm gonna kill him!!!
Jacobs: Please don't, you might tear your quad again!
Kevin: Why you-
Stephanie: Alright that's enough, the both of you! You want eachother so bad, settle it in the ring! As of right now, since you two are still breathing, you'll be facing each other in an Extreme Rules Match, with the winner being the new #1 contender for the Hardcore Championship. Fair enough?
Upon hearing this, Kevin took a moment to calm down before nodding in agreement along with Jacobs who followed suit.
Stephanie: Good, now till your match, keep away from eachother.
With that, Stephanie signaled security to let them go. Following quick staredown, Kevin and Jacobs left in opposite directions with security still following for good measure. Once cleared, Stephanie went over to the still unconscious Sting and Kane being tended to, but not before giving one last look at Shane who stood idly by glaring at her.
Stephanie: *With a sure grin and arms relaxed across her chest* Consider the situation...under control.
With that, Shane turned and left out of sight with camera on Stephanie supervising the unfortunate situation The Hardcore Champ and The Big Red Machine were left in before crossfading to the next part of the show.
After what seemed like hours, though in reality lasted about 30 minutes, the match was left with weapons scattered both in and out of the ring, a smashed announce table on the outside and a broken table on the corner turnbuckle on the inside, drops and smears painting crimson on the canvas from the bodies of both beaten up and torn down competitors; following a Jacknife Powerbomb to Jimmy Jacobs on a steel chair, Kevin Nash managed to barely secure the win via pinfall. Soon after the crowd cheered as his arm was raised, his body collapsed as he blacked out from the injuries sustained and exhausted energy spent from the match.
Intercontinental Champion, Chris Jericho vs. Sheamus
*Following the technical difficulties, the camera returns to see both men continuing the match.*
Sheamus sends Jericho into the ropes and as he rebounds, Sheamus drops Jericho with a shoulder block. Sheamus is pumped up as he quickly picks Jericho up, slings him over his shoulder and brings him down with a big slam. Sheamus then clutches both of his hands together and stalks Jericho and the very moment he gets up, Sheamus rushes over and hits Jericho in the head with a big double axe handle to the head. Sheamus then has the match in his favor as he sees Jericho beginning to slowly get up. Sheamus then moves back into the far corner turnbuckle and begins to beat his chest signalling for the Brogue Kick and as soon as Jericho gets up, Sheamus attempts the Brogue Kick.
After the astounding moment, the crowd, Ziggler and even Reigns is stunned to see Jericho capitalize so quickly after evading the Brogue Kick. Jericho crawls over and power pins Sheamus by hooking his leg and the referee drops down and begins to count.
1.........
2...
.....3!!!!
Jericho then gets up and he smiles from ear to ear after knowing that he has defeated his former fellow Corporate member. The crowd surely boos this result but Jericho loves the hate and smiles even more. The referee just then hands Jericho the Intercontinental Championship and Jericho can't help but look at his title once more. Then in the midst of all the boos and as the camera is about to fade away to a video package hyping up the countdown to WrestleMania, Jericho simply raises the title up in the air for all to see as his historic title reign continues.
*The camera cuts to the awaiting Shield*
Dean Ambrose: Now imagine that? Basically the end of this stupid Paper-view and once again The Shield stand tall. I wouldn't expect Zayn to be acting too crazy anymore. They had to shovel him off the mat after the Sister Abigail I hit him with. Some say impersonation is the most sincere form of flattery. I prefer to say it just proof anyone can do what Wyatt does but hey, that's just me. Hey guys wasn't...wasn't there a new super group? They Paul with them and they were gonna dominate us? How did that go?
Seth Rollins: Roman and I spent the better half an hour slapping around Cesaro and Dolph. New faction huh? Pfft. This goes to everyone, not just them. It's easy to sit around and try to mock the Shield. Try to call us cowards or bullies or weak until...until you step into the ring with the futures of this business. There hasn't been a tag team more dominant than the Shield EVER. Yes, that includes Rated RKO. Those guys were great for their time but it's The Shield's time now. And we've put to rest another tag team. But, Ziggler will go down in the history books for doing one thing no man has ever done against the Shield...
Seth Rollins: Being the first man to ever be hit with a drop kick by Roman.
*Roman begins to laugh*
Dean Ambrose: You can do a drop kick? I didn't know that.
Roman Reigns: Neither did I. But Dolph knows now.
Seth Rollins: It was amazing! You should have seen his face when he saw Roman leap. Now we've dominated another Paper-View. Everybody wants to know what's next for The Shield? You want to answer that Roman.
*Suddenly the mood turns serious*
Roman Reigns: We do what we do best. We dominate. Wrestlemania is on the horizon and the Hounds of Justice are snapping on everyone. Factions, alliances, new faces come and go daily. The Shield are survivors. The Shield guarantee an end to this war at Wrestlemania. By the time the Wrestlemania credits roll SOOL will see the Shield standing upon the ash and bodies of our enemies.
Seth Rollins: Believe in the future.
Roman Reigns: Believe in the Tag Champs
Dean Ambrose: Believe in Mr. Money In The Bank
All: Believe in The Shield.
So it begins. The lights in the arena go out, the arena coming to life with a reaction unclear, but vivid. Fireflys shoot to the air, phones held by the fans of Bray Wyatt as the camera is taken over by the titantron. It comes to an image of a dark room, illuminated by an unknown light.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
They think, I'm falling. They think, I'm breaking. They think, I'm afraid.
The voice of the Eater of Worlds, our current world champion comes from somewhere off camera, guiding the man himself onto the screen. He doesn't look at the camera, looking out to the darkness behind him. He continues, almost talking to himself.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
They think all this pressure is coming down on me, but they're wrong, man. This breathing down my neck, isn't a problem, man. I've dealt with it all my life. ALL MY LIFE, MAN! Time and time again, I've had someone trying to break me, but yet, I've stayed strong. I've stuck to my beliefs, and my story. I've never once lost it. Not once, have I sinned. Unlike the others. Unlike my own brother. MY BROTHER, MAN! A mere child who I saved! Someone who I cared about! Luke! Luke! Where are you now!? Prepping for war!? Why!? You know so much better than that, man.
Suddenly, Abigail appears, popping up on the screen, replacing Wyatt for a moment.
{{Abigail}}
He saved you. Just like he saved me.
It jumps back, back into Bray's monologue, back into his world.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
You've sinned, brother. So tonight, you, along with five others shall fall. You, being the one I care about. You, being the one I wish I could save, but to save you, I have to finish you. The others? They were born sinners. Wade Barrett, a man who clawed his way to the top, daring for glory, only to fall short time and time again. A failure. A FAILURE, WADE. That's what I name you, as does your family, along with all your followers. They want to see you succeed, because they know you never will. The same goes for Damien Sandow. A child, begging and pleading his way to the top, doing nothing to earn it. I earned my right man. I earned it. I turned this world on it's head, while people like you, sat back and watched the work be done, reaping the rewards that others should be enjoying.
Suddenly, Abigail's face flashes on the screen, once more.
{{Abigail}}
The failure and the thief.... He'll break them.
Back to Wyatt, turned to the camera finally, pointing to his head.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
I know all, man. I've seen things. I've seen the machine at work, led by a man who I have had the pleasure of meeting, far too many times. Shawn Michaels, you were a hero, man. Loved by all! Look what you've become! What would your best friend think of you? The dear and beloved CM Punk? Where is he now!? WHERE IS HE SHAWN!? You were all alone, and you realized it. So you used your power, and the sin of greed to bring together men, all alike, but none like you. Each and every man that listens to you, that belong to the corporation, are greedy fools. But you, you're clever Shawn. I like that. But you're afraid. You were afraid the moment he took his ball and left. And you just can't let him go..... As much as you hated him, you loved him..... And that ruins you...
Abigail comes back across it, holding up her arms, crossing them across her chest. Revealing x's on the back of each of her hand, a mark that Punk made relevant in wrestling.
{{Abigail}}
You're alone, and scared. He can save you.
Then back to Bray, who stands, looking up at the sky.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
Then we have Jeffrey. An innocent man caught up in the war of others. But you once sinned too, did you not, Jeff? You used to sit atop the mountain, silent, and deadly. You refused to let others have their time, but for all the wrong reasons. You were prideful, and you were greedy. But you've helped me. You kept poor Shawn at bay while I defended my Holy Grail against Jake Roberts. You proved loyal, and loyalty, is something I adore. I like you Jeff, though you are too silent to repay the remark. But tonight, isn't about that. Tonight, isn't about loyalty and friendships. I have to put my own flesh and blood to rest, so I shall be happy to put you, a man who battles with his own inner demons down in my time of terror. I'm ending you Jeffrey, just like I will the other five men.
Once again, back to Abigail, this time, her face painted, much like Hardy does his.
{{Abigail}}
You hide behind your paint, but he will find you.
Bray comes back across the screen, looking around as though searching for an answer to an unasked question.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
Then, to finish it all off, I have two more men waiting and clawing at me. The first being Bigelow. A fool who won his shot in a game of chance. No one wishes to see you and I clash, and I do not blamed them, Bigelow. I'm going to walk through you, much like I walked through Roberts. Much like I walked through John Cena, a number of times. But with you, I'm walking through you, and never looking back. No mind games for you, but instead, hell to pay. That's what you deserve.
Bray spins around, looking right at the camera now, locking down.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
Dean Ambrose. That is the final name on my long list. A name, that I care dearly about. You're not like the others, Dean. The others, they are merely out for the Holy Grail. They just want to sit atop the mountain but you, Dean.... You wish to own it. That's why you toy with me, much like I've toyed with anyone I've come to face. Earlier tonight, you danced with Sami, and kissed him on the head. You then introduced him to defeat in a way, only I have done. That was your way of trying to get into my head. That was your way, of trying to break me. But I am not yet broken, Dean. No, I'm alive and well. Still atop my mountain, screaming down to the hounds below that if they wish for my peak, then they have to slay me to have it! You Dean, you hate me. And I love it. You said something recently that peaked my interest. You said that you were the Devil, while I claim I am a god. Irony, or fate? I like to think the latter. For it is destiny, that you and I clash. You, a troublesome child, and me, a Shepard of the masses. You claim to not fear me, Dean. But that's exactly what it is. This, unpredictable outlook you have, is not courage. It's fear acting on instinct. That's what makes you dangerous. That's why I like you. You like to lash out. So do I. And I promise, that once tonight is said and done with, I am accepting you with open arms. My Holy Grail, will be open to you, anytime you wish to challenge for it. Because I will break you Dean. I swear to it. We will dance in the flame, but I will walk away, without a burn. Fear me, Dean.
Then, Abigail, staring at the camera once more.
{{Abigail}}
He's immortal.
Then once more, back to Bray, the world title in front of him now, his his hands as he stares down at it.
{{Bray Wyatt}}
With the Holy Grail, comes a bounty. A bounty, many wish to claim. A bounty, placed on the head of the one who holds it. No man can stand it. The constant fight to stay atop the mountain is something, no man can take. That's what broke Alberto. That's what broke Antonio. That's what broke, Punk, Ken, and all the others that have come before. It is not what will break me. For I am not a man. I am a god. Tonight, I walk into the gauntlet, and I walk out, unscathed. Shane wanted me to witness war, but Shane, I have been in a war my entire life. I am not broken, children. I have just begun.
{{Abigail}}
He's here.
Then the screen dies out, the event rolling on.
Gauntlet Match
World Heavyweight Champion, Bray Wyatt vs. Wade Barrett vs. Luke Harper vs. Damien Sandow vs. Shawn Michaels vs. Jeff Hardy
END OF SHOW.
Longest Reign: 154 Days
