Elimination Chamber qualifier

[Benjamin]

**"F.E." by 40 Below Summer blasts as the crowd rises to their feet and roars their approval before Warfare as Syxx and Symphony approach the entrance ramp. Syxx is wearing his black, neon green, and gold ring attire with an extravagant looking cloak and Symphony is adorn in a gold sequins dress. Syxx holds the nWo "too sweet" hand gesture in the air as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with a few fans before walking up the steel stairs onto the ring apron and holding the ropes for Symphony as she enters the ring alongside him. Symphony is handed a microphone and she begins to speak.**

Symphony: The Elimination Chamber...steel...violence...power, all things that are quite virtuous to house Syxx. Certainly it behooves any knight to gain a certain fluency in this style of combat, but the competency of the EBWF landscape at large with pale in comparison to the surgical-like precision and the excruciating pain that Lord Syxx will bring when he enters the Elimination Chamber. Standing in his way? Well that is the commoner of all commoners, Dean Ambrose. He may claim to be psychotic, but really I don’t think I could design a more ordinary human being from scratch than ser Ambrose. We have seen various incarnations of this man, first the leader of the wannabe New World Order group The Shield, then the hardcore sociopath Jon Moxley, but at the end of the day it does not matter what form of this man will be competing tonight for there is not one man across the seven continents as powerful as my lord, the all powerfull…Syxx!

**Symphony passes the mic to Syxx**

Syxx: Austin, Texas…MAKE SOME NOISE!

**The crowd happily obliged, biting completely on the “cheap pop”.**

Syxx: Lets be real here for a second. The last time I spoke at any kind of length I was talking about exorcising past demons. Ultimately I didn’t get the job done as I fell once again to The Rock, but really I was grasping at straws with that analogy anyway. How long has it been since The Rock has been of any significance to me? A pretty damn long time, right? I’m not excusing my loss, I’m just saying it is time to move on and if we are REALLY talking about exorcising past demons the conversation begins and ends with Dean Ambrose. It was coming up on two years ago that I came back to this company and I remember what the sales pitch was. “Syxx, we need someone to take care of The Shield, can you help?” I can and I did, and I slapped those boys around a little bit but ultimately it all comes down to what I wasn’t able to do and I wasn’t able to take the EBWF championship from around the waist of Dean Ambrose. Dean, you’ve been in so many different skins that you may have forgotten but I never will. That is the demon that has haunted me and still haunts me to this day. I think I have gone on record of saying that I hate success stories, but two years ago I was just about to be the next EBWF success story. Syxx goes away for awhile, fucks his life up, starts getting his shit together, comes back, and FINALLY becomes the EBWF world heavyweight champion. That’s not the way it went down, and I will never be able to completely be at peace with myself until I make that right. That all being said, Dean Ambrose, your ass is grass…AND I’M GONNA SMOKE IT!