Ciampa

Round two. Goldie. Goldie. Goldie. Goldie.

Ciampa stops, and starts slapping his head with both hands.

Ciampa: Hangman Page. A man of little words. A man who once believed himself to be among the Elite. What kind of abomination is that? You, Elite? Please. You rode coattails, now you ride a horse.

I am not here to play games with a horse whisperer. With a fraud. Hangman, your dreams go away. You might as well keep your five dollar ass still at Golden Ticket, so I can make change. Your emasculation will come easy, as the Black Heart beats, and turns the page, to round three. By the way...pun intended.

Goldie....Daddy is getting closer.

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~It is night time, a pick up truck is sitting in front of a massive hole only seen by the headlights of the truck, there is a figure standing over the pit holding a baseball bat. The figure appears to be Jay Briscoe~

Jay: Suicides..... meet Jay Briscoe..... sorry my brother mark is putting work in at the moment. HEY MARK........

~A loud thump is heard from behind the truck~

Mark: Yeah?

Jay: How's it goin back der?

Mark: All good fam.....

Jay: Good....... good.... me and my brother finally get the opportunity that we have been waiting for since this place opened its damn doors earlier this summer. Me and Mark.... we get a shot as those HWL Tag straps, held by the two clown hero's.

Mark: The sad clowns?

Jay: Yuh!

Mark: The help line abusers? 

Jay: Yuh!

Mark: The guys dat nobody can beat?

Jay: Nobody..... but the Briscoes that is....

~Jay starts pacing around the hole slowly swining his bat with each step. Slowly and methodically~   

Jay: You see we've been watchin you Suicide's. Ever since you started interfering in other peoples affairs, to the battle royal and you guys beating the undisputed PUNKS for those HWL tag team championships. WE'VE WATCHED you get into the minds of every one you've ever stalked, and everyone you've ever tried to intimidate we've witnessed. You claim to be the savior of the HWL, YOU'VE CLAIMED to be getting rid of the poison. But Suicide..... you will never get rid of the poison in this world. After allll we's still standing her...... at that right Mark.

Mark: Yuh and we don't scare easy!

Jay: That's right, it looks like we the only bad dudes left in the HWL locker room. Not to mention one of you clown boys gotta take on Bully Ray later on in the night. And Bully, may be one of the baddest dudes on this planet. We ain't no friends with Bully Ray because he don't fuck with us, and we don't fuck with him, that's respect son. Respect you will never understand.

~Another thump is heard~

Jay: Hey yo Mark? You okay back there?

Mark: YUH!

Jay: I must say Suicide I do admire the fact that you don't give a fuck about dat either. 

Mark: Alright ready....

~Jay stops pacing and looks directly into the camera.~

Jay: Now then, it's time for me to put work in.

~The screen goes black and all that is written is ~StAy tUnED~ then it cuts~
 

~Renee Young is walking down the street in a dark alley~

Young: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here looking for Nikki Cross who requested we do this interview right now. I'm just not exactly sure where she is.

~The camera is looking all over as it finds Nikki who appears to be scratching something into a rock with a knife~

Young: Oh hey.... Nikki, what are you doing?

~Nikki Turns around picking up the brick and only says~

Cross: WANT TITLE BACK!!!

~Nikki runs off screaming as the camera man and Renne jump back a little. Renne looks at the brick and engraved on one side is 11/1019. She flips it over to the other side and it says "BAYLEY" with a cross in the middle. The camera cuts~

~The Undisputed Era are walking around concession stands are~

Cole: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FUTURE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION KYLE O' RILEY!

~The camera pans to Kyle O'Riley who is playing a toy HWL Cruiserweight championship title like a guitar he lifts it up a little bit and you can see a toy HWL World Tag Team Champion belt and as we zoom out Bobby's can also be seen as the crowd cheer and chant "UNDISPUTED"~

Cole: THE FUTURE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS KYLE' O RILEY AND BOBBY FISH!

~Again the fans cheer and chant the camera zooms on a toy HWL World Heavyweight Championship which zooms out to show Adam Cole who is bent over, as he rasies back up he and the crowd yell "ADAM COLE BAY BAY"

Cole: The future HWL World Heavyweight Champion after I defeat Kevin Owens at Golden Ticket and stamp mine into the next round. 

~The camera goes back to O'Riley~

O'Riley: Austin Aries! I'm going to make the Cruiserweight Championship and make it Undisputed.

~They stop almost in a "Rocky" type moment as the fans chant "UNDISPUTED"~

Cole: BY THE END OF THIS YEAR the Undisputed Era will be draped with gold. Finally solidifying us as the greatest team in HWL's short history. Hey Suicide! I really hope you win tonight. Then I can finally get what I want, from the man who has practically been keeping it away from me all season.

~The era then points there thumbs to their heads as they and the hole crowd chants "BOOM"~

 

Briscoe Brothers,

From the shadows, you show yourselves.

From the darkness of the world, you show light.

The clock finally ticked for you two brothers,

It ticked in your favour, to be the next in line.

But, Did you two earn it?

You tell these people, you’ve been waiting.

You tell the world that its about time, you had your shot.

History is something amazing,

Your history is nothing but failure.

Name abusing will not save you,

Those baseball bats will not help you.

Golden Ticket,

The History of the Briscoes will turn into a myth,

With the tale being ended by The Sad Clowns.

Remember us as Sad Clowns,

But everyone else will remember...

Us...

As...

Suicide!