(Faith) Allie

~The mist shows Allie down by the river dipping her toes in the water~

Allie: Innocent..... they have used that word so much to describe me. They assume because I sometimes act bubbly and cutesy that I haven't felt real struggle in my life. I was but a broken little girl when Daddy approached me. Charlotte the things I have seen, the sins I have committed you could not even begin to understand. Being the daughter of a famous professional wrestler has its hardships I'm sure. But you never truly struggled in your life. You never truly had it tough as a child who had to fight for her own survival and do what she had to do to survive.....

~The mist shows a young crying girl in the shadows that are cast over her tearful eyes we see two figures fighting in the background as objects go flying. The little girl picks up a knife and charges towards the camera as it vanishes to show Allie, sitting in a tree over looking the river of bliss~

Allie: I didn't mean to do it.... really I didn't. Unlike what I am going to do to you tomorrow night at Hard Labor. Charlotte.... I am trying to lead a peaceful life here. I want what's mine but I want to have fun doing it. I don't want to be that person again Charlotte, but if you test me then I will have no choice but to let the former me out in the name of the father. Those who will not repent their sins shall be vanquished so is the words of the father Marty Scurll. And if you disrespect Daddy one more time I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO REPENT YOUR SINS FOR YOU!

~Birds fly away from the forest as Allie says that last line. She stands in silence looking at the water. She giggles and jumps in~

Allie: Daddy has helped me get over my past problems and has helped me repent my sins. I am the apple of his eye and you must understand that talking about him in such a disrespectful manner tends to hurt me a lot.

~Allie then closes her eyes and starts signing as the birds come back and start chirping with her~

Allie: 
Daddy loves me this I know,
for the Father tells me so,
little ones to him belong,
they are weak but he is strong 

~Allie then opens her eyes and reaches out to touch a bird she giggles and vanishes in the mist~

Allie: Charlotte, you can't stop Daddies love, and you won't be able to stop the strength I borrow from him to defeat you tomorrow night. After I defeat you tomorrow night at Hard Labor yu will scream to me "HELP ME FAITH" and with a blank look in my eye I will stare back at you.... and simply say..... no........

~She giggles as the camera cuts~
 

~The Undisputed Era is shown sitting in a room around a table playing poker, Adam, Bobby and Roderick are all smoking cigars as Kyle O'Riley is puffing on his bubble pipe as Adam Cole slams on the table~

Cole: DAMNIT!

~The other three stop to look at him~

Cole: Boys, I just don't know what to do anymore....

~He crinkles his cards and tosses them into the middle of the table.~

Cole: THE F*CKING NWO RUINED IT! WE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BEST! WE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON TOP! WE WERE MAKING OUR WAY BACK TO THE TOP AND THEY HAD TO STICK THEIR DAMN NOSES IN WHERE THEY DIDN'T BELONG....

~Adam Cole kicks over the table and the other boys get up~

Strong: Look Don Cole, I know your pissed off. We all are, and we would all like to help you kick Brock Lesnar's teeth in just as much as you. But lets face it man, we are a little outmatched here with a beast in their corner.

Fish: We gotta think smart here Don Cole, we need to find a way to neutralize the beast before he gets to the ring.

O'Reilly: Yes, elementary my dear Watson....

~He takes a puff from his pipe as bubbles come up the other three members stare at him in confusion before going back to their conversation~

Cole: You know, I think I have the perfect plan. It's time to show the NWO what the Undisputed Era is all about. Brock Lesnar, yeah, that F five hurt a lot. But Brock whether your a man or a beast everybody falls to the last shot. And Brock it's the only move I need to beat you with. 

~The men walk out the door and the camera cuts~

 

(Charlotte Flair)

Jeez, it's just a broken record with this girl. Blah blah sinner. Blah blah, only "daddy loves me."

And people have a problem with who my daddy is? Ay-yi-yi.

Okay, so you're a basket case. Okay, so maybe your real daddy didn't love you. Maybe he beat you. Maybe he did worse. That explains how you're broken enough to siddle up with Marty "I've got candy and beer in my van" Scurll.

Go ahead and play at being a broken little thing instead of putting on your big girl panties, sucking it up and dealing with your troubles like a real woman. Just maybe you can convince somebody that you're crazy enough to win this thing.

How sad it is though, that this is all that will openly stand against me going into this match. This is the division that Mickie James has made great again? Where is all the talent hiding. I know there was supposed to be some talent in this match somewhere other than myself, but the only one with the ovaries to stand up and do something about it is Allie of all people?

At least she's got that going for her. The rest of you should be ashamed. Sasha Banks, always going on about how she wants the brass ring, but in true Sasha fashion staying in the background so that nobody notices when she chokes under the pressure yet again.

Alexa Bliss is off chasing monsters instead of focusing on the prize. Dane Brooke and Kairi Sane must realize that they're not ready yet for the spotlight. Either that or they've been around Sasha too long and she must have rubbed off on them.

I guess that makes this the proverbial two-horse race. Allie, Faith, Cherry Bomb, Brainwash Barbie, Dark Bunny, Easter Bunny, Cadberry Egg Bunny - whatever your name is this week, sadly it looks like it comes down to only me and you.

Make no mistake about it - you're the long shot here. But occasionally the long shot does pay off. It's just few and far between. I don't forsee that particular brand of lightning striking tomorrow night.

That's because you're in this race with the finest thoroughbred there has ever been. Genetically gifted, built for success and with the drive to make it all pan out.

Tomorrow night, there really is just one option and that's to bet on the Queen.

WOOOOOOOOO!

MJF is seen walking into his hotel room in preparation for Hard Labor
 
MJF- I was told there was going to be at least 5 gift baskets in my room when I got here…I’m calling room service.
 
MJF calls room service screaming at them to get his gift baskets or else, he hangs up and takes a deep breath.
 
MJF- Remember what Ric said…don’t work yourself up before a fight.  Well I see MVP finally decided to speak up.  So…he’s going to be like that huh?  I find it funny that a never was like himself is magically the “Chief of Staff” for JBL, I wonder how he got that huh?  I mean…JBL needs to show he’s not a racist in some way, IM JUST SAYIN!  Montell…you need to understand, I’m no lap dog in the slightest.  I find it funny how everyone in Evolution is called the same thing, but when it comes to everyone else it’s a crime, well MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE EVOLUTION HAS A JEW!  Yes…I said it, you all are discriminating Evolution because I…MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN…AM JEWISH.  You all are sick bastards.  But that doesn’t matter, Evolution recruited me because they knew I was the young future star that if they could get, would get everyone else and look at what we did, we got Alexa Bliss, Johnny Gargano, Miz and Morrison and guess what Montell…we still got another on the way, but that’s a secret right now.  You see with my brilliant acumen and prestigious background, I’m the perfect man that knows how to recruit people while being my own man.  Evolution preaches being yourself, but more importantly we want each other to do things independently.  For the MAGA Powers, we all know what it is, it’s a sham to get Jonathan a World Heavyweight Championship again.  It isn’t about the group…it’s about one man.  Evolution is about everyone.  Montell you will understand this in time, but for now the future of HWL needs to get some rest before I kick your ass tomorrow night.  But before I go…remember Montell, I know what you truly are, you are no baller, you are no chief, or deliverer and you’re sure as not the man, no Montell you have been and always will be…A LOSER.  I’ll prove it again tomorrow night because at the end of the day…IM BETTER THAN YOU AND YOU KNOW IT.

(Arn Anderson, on behalf of Cody Rhodes)

Listen up, Ric. We've been up and down the road for many a mile. We've shared meals, shared women, shared hotels and rental cars and more bar tabs than I can count.

So you ought to damn well know me better than to think you can tell me to do anything. For years they've called you the dirtiest player in the game Ric, but don't go forgetting just who it was that wrote the damn playbook and then moved all of the obstacles out of your way for you to make you such a success.

But let me tell you something, Ric. The reason the Four Horsemen ever came to be in the first place is because I saw something in you I could help go to the top and make it so all of us could run roughshod over anybody that got in our way. So make no mistake that I know how to see talent, mold it for success and see it through to the finish.

That's why I'm here in the corner of Cody Rhodes, Ric. That's why I'm here in the corner of your daughter. And that's why both of them are leaving tomorrow night as the No. 1 contender. But that's enough out of me. You can take the rest of it from the man himself.

(Cody Rhodes)

I don't know what more needs to be said really. John and John both still want to live in the past. Just like JBL's belief that he's still the man he was in 2003, John Cena still thinks its 2009.

"Well, ak-chew-ally, (pushes up fake glasses and scrunches up his face) in the old HWL we did everything by the book. Pay Per Views were always on Sundays and John Cena always left with the titles."

It's a new decade. It's a new HWL. Get with the times.

When the date on the call card says Friday, it doesn't matter if you thought it was Sunday, you go by what the cue card says instead of what you want it to say. I've paid attention. I know last year you idjits had a hard time understanding that Pay Per Views could be on Saturdays too.

So, I'm sorry if getting in the ring on Friday messes with the schedule you had laid out for your pedicture and your spa day, John. I'm sorry if Sunday was more convenient for you. The world doesn't always run on what's more convenient for John Cena.

Even Allie figured out the day and came prepared on time and you know they've got to be smoking some heavy-duty stuff up at Eden's Gate. So there really is no excuse for you and the fact that you keep bringing it up just underscores how little else you have to bring to the table in this era.

You're not quite as washed up as JBL, and I'm familiar with Toby Keith. You may not be as good as you once were, but you can be as good once as you ever were. I just don't think this is going to be the "once" for you that he was talking about.

(Arn)

Our time's just about up, kid. Let's finish this up and get back to some more film study.

(Cody)

Oooh, ooh, we've got just the guy for this. Is he around? It's so much better when he says it.

(Starts to exit)

Sorry, this will just take a second. I'm going to see if I can find him real quick. Arn just signed this guy as a client.

(Cody goes around the corner and returns really quickly.)

Okay, okay, he's coming. Oh, this is going to be the perfect wrap up. Here, camera guy, zoom in on me. Don't look who's coming.

Okay, okay, here he is.

John, there's only one way to sum up how this whole thing has gone for you. All right, tell 'em.

(Camera pans out to reveal James Storm.)

(Storm)

You're gonna owe me a beer for this, you know.

(Cody)

Yes, yes. I know. Just say the line. You're ruining the moment.

(Storm)

SORRY, ABOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!