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[Mox]

"AAAAA-AAAAAAAH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" blasts over the PA system as Robert Plant's voice echoes throughout the arena and every fan rises to their feet in order to get a glimpse of the Explicit Content that is Jon Moxley. Daniel Bryan stares at the entrance way as the spotlight hits the stage below the jumbo screen that switches between highlights and impressive graphic designs reading Moxley’s name. The fans somehow grow louder as the Manipulative Madman steps from the Gorilla position onto the stage. There’s a soft “YES” chant that begins but never really picks up fully as the energy in the building is electric.

Moxley’s hair is untamed and his unkempt beard has since been trimmed to a 5 o’clock shadow. He looks to his right and fails to hide a smirk when taking in the reaction of this crowd. Moxley’s hands and wrists are taped from his knuckle to slightly above his wrist. He looks from his right to the left and in the process changes his expression to that of a man who has lost his ever loving mind. The appearance of his face begins with a serious, squinty eyed almost angry demeanor. His lips were curled in, the inside of them clenching to both rows of teeth. His nostrils flare as though the rage within him is trying to escape. As always, Moxley becomes very shifty and begins mumbling some words to one fan in particular while pointing in the same vicinity.

Moxley then inhales deeply, trying to regain his composure. He places his chin in between his thumb and index finger of his right hand and swings his neck from side to side, seemingly working out a few kinks. He then closes his eyes, continues talking to himself, and begins rubbing the temples of his head with both index and middle fingers as the camera catches him mouthing “Woosah”. He snaps out of it and comes to life, really feeding off the momentum of this crowd. The rest of Moxley’s attire includes a pair of blue jeans, slightly torn and frayed with a tapered fit to the legs. He sports a pair of what appears to be black Chelsea boots made from leather, and a belt that matches in color and material. His shirt is jet black with a screen print of the words “EXPLICIT | MOX | VIOLENCE” written in all caps. The shirt was covered by a black leather jacket until Moxley shed it on his way down the ramp and to the ring.

He is fueling and concentrating his focus into this moment for these fans like he does every single night. Moxley reaches the bottom of the ramp and points to Bryan standing in the ring, not showing an ounce of intimidation by what he claimed to be this man’s gimmick, for a lack of better terms. Moxley switches the position of his hand from pointing to a rock n’ roll horned hand gesture and places it to his forehead while rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, in an almost occult-like fashion. Moxley pulls his hand away aggressively and focuses once again on his adversary inside the ring. Moxley grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself into the ring, sliding onto the canvas. He rolls to nearly the center and jumps to his feet.

Moxley pretends to grab the hand and waist of an individual who is not at all there. He begins slow dancing in circles as the camera changes POV from where it had been recording to a beautiful shot of Moxley dancing with an invisible partner inside of the backdrop of the spotlight. The glow is almost has the appearance of the moon. “Immigrant Song” reaches the lyrics “So now you better stop / and rebuild all your ruins” as the music slowly fades out and the lights above the ring and two superstars are turned back on to their full power. The audience is still going wild for what is about to occur right before their very eyes. Two dominant leaders of two different eras in the independent circuit are standing toe-to-toe inside of an EBWF ring. The fans begin a “YES!” chant and it takes off with full force.

Inside of the squared circle is Daniel Bryan, a jacketless Jon Moxley, and the microphone that has been inside of Bryan’s hand the entire time. Moxley looks around at the people and continues rambling incoherent and inaudibly. Moxley smirks and cracks his knuckles before pointing at the mic in Bryan’s hand, almost as if to ask if he can borrow it. To no surprise, Moxley was doing just that in requesting it. He mouths the words “It’ll just be a minute. I’ll give it right back.” Bryan looks to the EBWF Universe and cannot help himself from letting that laidback semi-permanent smile slide across his face. Bryan points at the microphone and then to Moxley in a gesture asking if Mox truly wanted the piece. Mox nods, but Bryan turns to the fans and asks for their approval. The crowd is back to their feet with one more “YES!” chant that consumes every single individual in that venue. The “YES” chants slowly evolve into a back-and-forth between “Let’s! Go! Bryan!” and “Moxley’s Gonna Kill You!”

After trying to get under Moxley’s skin, Bryan finally gives into what everyone has approved of since the arrival of the lunatic. Moxley brings the mic to his lips too quickly and accidentally connects the stick with his top two front teeth as a loud boom is heard over the PA speakers. Immediately following the accidental contact with his mouth, Moxley mutters the words “Ow” followed immediately by “Oops”. He clears his throat and places his hand over the top of the windscreen while mouthing to Bryan “This thing is on”. Bryan almost breaks character in a fit of laughter but manages to keep it together and simply nod while biting his lips. Moxley then retries after the failed attempt and blows into the mic before speaking.

..::||Jon Moxley||::.. “This thing’s on?

Good…

Ahem.



Excuse me.

Can you all hear me?”

The fans begin chanting “YES” once more as absolutely no one can tell where this segment is going.

..::||Jon Moxley||::.. “Yes? Good. Now… For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Jon Moxley.”

The patrons, obviously knowing who they were witnessing before them, grow louder as Moxley continues his unpredictable rant.

..::||Jon Moxley||::.. “Now, for those of you who do not know and maybe haven’t seen what all I bring to the table these past couple of weeks, let us reminisce for just a moment. Two weeks ago, I entered your living rooms and lives with nothing but a desire to walk into that ring, take the word wrestling from the UK’s dictionary, revamp it with something more universal, and resubmit the modern version for the entire world to see. Check. A man in 1950’s women’s gear could not force my shoulders to the mat for 3 seconds nor could he achieve a submission from my mouth or hands indicating that I was a quitter. Because I’m not a quitter, Daniel.

Last week, I entered the same ring inside of a different building, and produced identical results. Marty Squirrel was not match for the Moxcity that is running this place. So I sent him back to the unemployment line where he can sing and dance like Julie Andrews while looking for a gig he’s more fit for. Maybe cleaning chimneys or something. But if that guy gets to float with an umbrella to the ring in some elaborate entrance before I talk Ikeda into a Tapei Death Match, I am going to lose my frickin’ mind!”

Daniel Bryan’s face slowly alters its look from unbothered to potentially slightly worrisome. Moxley is nowhere near finished with what he has to say.

..::||Jon Moxley||::.. “I’m not coming out here to tell you that you should be scared or that the pit in your stomach can remain minute until both of our entrances have completed Monday night. But after the smoke is cleared and the fans are standing tall… after the referee signals to that timekeeper to ring the bell… when the match becomes a match and it is sanctioned before the millions of fans at home and the few thousand lucky ones there to see it live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin… only then will it all come to a head.

See, Bryan, you can talk about your claims to fame. You can discuss how you became the future legend you were always destined to be under the mentorship of Shawn Michaels. You can rant and rave about your Yes Movement felt across the world in another life, in another time. You can reminisce about every 5 star performance you’ve put on before dozens, hundreds, and thousands in attendance. But unfortunately, when the headlines are typed out in the Observer. After Dave Meltzer covers championships, feuds, and untouchable performances, there will an entire article dedicated to what you and I are going to put on in front of that crowd. But the title won’t have anything to do with your name in the headlines. I’ve got a little something I’d even be willing to let him borrow…

Daniel Bryan calls out Jon Moxley. Does this bode well for business? YES. Are the fans finally getting what the want? YES. Did Bryan prevail over his opponent in the Madman called Moxley? NO. And after we chalk another one up in my win column, you can run and tell all your other wannabe hipster buddies who traveled “the circuit” with you that Moxley means business. Moxley brings realism back to wrestling. Moxley made me believe in the story once more. And I even got the chance to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.”

Moxley pulls a pack of smokes from his sleeve after rolling it down. He puts the butt of the cigarette to his lips and pulls a Zippo from his right side pocket. He flips open the lid and sparks the Zippo, lighting perfectly on the first attempt. He lights the cigarette and takes a deep drag off the cancer stick before smirking at Bryan and blowing the smoke into his face. Bryan turns his head in disgust and mouths “You can’t do that”. Moxley mouths “I just did” and prepares to take another drag. Bryan grabs his arm and yanks him to ground, jumping onto his shoulder and wrapping his legs around the arm viciously. Moxley cannot escape and is forced to the mat, no longer in control of the smoking hand, which has now released its grip on the cig. A slew of officials and security hits the ring to break up the wild brawl before it advances any further into chaos as the scene cuts to commercial break.