PICKS
Sheamus
CM Punk
Daniel Bryan
The Miz
Dolph Ziggler
Brock Lesnar
Ryback
Kofi Kingston
BACKUPS
Alberto Del Rio
Rey Mysterio
PROMO
(The titontron fizzles out to a black screen before showing The “Cyberpunk” sited at a desk in front of a red curtain. A small logo in the bottom right hand corner reads “AG TV”)
AG Zero: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine. The security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this PPV by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this company, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the General Manager, Kevin Andrews. He promised you order, he promised you entertainment, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Monday I sought to end that silence. Monday I destroyed Mascara de la Muerte, to remind this company of what it has forgotten. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of the PWA brass remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the PPV to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me Sunday and together we shall give them a PPV that shall never, ever be forgot!
(Cut to a black screen with a red logo reading “AG”)
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