“Pro-wrestling is fake!”

Well, if you mean pro-wrestling is scripted, I don’t think any one can argue with you on that.

However, if you mean wrestlers don’t have athletic capabilities or the stunts they do aren’t dangerous-

Or that pro-wrestling being scripted makes it any less enjoyable to watch-

Let me tell you something, brother-

You couldn’t be more wrong.


FULL MATCH- Team Hell No & Ryback vs. The Shield - TLC Match: WWE TLC 2012 (WWE Network Exclusive)


A special look at CM Punk’s year-long WWE Title reign
[November 19th, 2012]

At the 2011 Survivor Series, CM Punk defeated Alberto Del Rio to win the WWE Championship to kickstart his second reign as champ. The reign would wind up lasting 434 days, the longest reign in over 25 years. In this segment, Punk and his manager Paul Heyman take a look back at the year-long reign.

Unfortunately, the celebration was cut short by Ryback, a new contender for Punk’s championship:

Good Afternoon, Outcast


The cloaked man on horseback slowed to a stop as he reached the border pass. The stone wall was absolutely covered with guards, each spaced barely a stone’s throw from one another. This part of the border was one of the only places you could cross from the Empire into the Outlands. For most, this was a one-way journey.

“You know that you are nearing the Outlands, correct?” asked the guard before him, brandishing a spear and eyeing him closely through the eye gaps in his helmet.

“Roderick,” murmured the cloaked man, shaking his head. “It’s been a long time.”

The dark eyes of the armoured guard widened as the man drew back his hood, revealing pointed ears and a smirking face with well-kept dark facial hair.

“Austin?” asked the guard in a low voice. A grin slowly came to his face, and returning the favour, he took off his helmet. He held it beneath his arm, revealing his own clean-shaven face, dark hair, and pointed ears. “It’s been years.”

“How have you been?” asked Austin, slowly sliding off of his horse. He kept a hold on the reins, slowly approaching the guard.

“I’ve been well,” he said with a nod. “Got married, and my wife and I had a little boy.”

“So I heard,” Austin replied with a nod. “Congratulations.”

“Austin, what are you doing here?” Roderick asked, glancing around. “This is the entrance to the Outlands.”

“I know,” Austin replied with a nod. He glanced towards the ground briefly before returning his gaze to his old friend. “I’ve decided to leave the Empire.”

The other man’s dark eyes went wide. “Austin-” he started, but the cloaked man held up a hand to silence him.

“Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I’ve made my decision. My mind has been made up for a couple of weeks now.”

“But - why?”

“It’s just…everything,” Austin breathed, shaking his head. It was all too much to explain in one sitting, at least in the kind of depth his issues deserved.

“Let me buy you a drink. Please - we’ll talk, just stay one more night. Come back to Ric City with me, you can tell me whatever it is that’s on your mind…”

“That’s very kind,” Austin said, shaking his head, “but I don’t want to waste your time. You won’t convince me.”

He could see the concern in the other elven man’s eyes, and he reached one arm out and placed it on his friend’s shoulder. At this point, the guard on the other side of the gate was eyeing him suspiciously, but said nothing.

“Austin, you don’t-”

“I do,” Austin replied.

“You know this is a one-way trip.”

“I do,” said Austin again.

Roderick sighed softly, hanging his head and nodding slightly. “Alright,” he said. “I - I probably shouldn’t tell you this…but if you keep to the road until you reach the coast and then follow the ocean North, you’ll eventually reach a river…Follow the river back inland and you’ll come to a settlement. It’s a four-day walk and it could be perilous, and I don’t know if you’ll want to stay there or not, but even if you don’t, they can help. It helps to be around people, to know people - they don’t have much, but it’s better than being out there on your own.”

Austin gave him a firm nod, reaching a hand out for a handshake. “I’ll do that, then,” he said. “Thank you for that information.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Roderick said, taking Austin’s hand in his. It was futile, though, because he already knew that Austin was going to say.

“Yes, I do.”

It would have been a four day walk just as Roderick had said, but Austin was lucky enough to have a horse. He could understand why Roderick would call it perilous, though he was fortunate not to have encountered any of these perils. The handful of rotting bodies he’d found scattered along the road, however, had not been so lucky. He was surprised that a cloaked man on horseback didn’t draw the attention of the bandits he’d been warned about, but relieved.

The landscape was drab and barren - devoid of much life, but for grass that was tinged yellow and trees that looked half-dead. Austin wasn’t sure what they may have used this place for before the Emperor declared it their dumping grounds for the Empire’s criminals and undesirables, but it probably had some sort of purpose. Once.

The land along the ocean was much nicer. The beaches were made of coarse sand, and Austin could imagine that maybe it had been some sort of a vacation land. Then again, there were beaches all over the Empire - nicer beaches than these.

As he rode along, he found his anger towards the Empire slowly fading. Of course he was still furious. He’d been lied to and exploited, and his King hadn’t helped him. Instead, King Neville had laughed in his face and taunted him further. There was more to it than that, but it had been the last straw for Austin Aries, who had ridden taken a boat to the Wolf Kingdom and then ridden all the way to Ric City and the border.

Being here now, though, it all felt…so far away. Even though the Empire was only a few days behind him, it felt distant. As if it could never hurt him again. It brought him a certain peace, and he was beginning to feel more confident in his decision.

The land along the river was much nicer than the land along the road. He still encountered a body or two, but at least the trees and grass were greener and the soil looked darker and more earthy. For a short while, he considered that the land might even be tillable, able to grow crops and plants. Upon reaching the town, though, he realized that someone had already beaten him to the idea.

It was a small village comprised of only a handful of buildings. Most central, though, was the farm. The crops seemed to stretch on for miles, as far as Austin could see. The barn was the largest building in town, followed by the charming but simple homestead nearby. Everything else was smaller - it was all much more crude, too, and it seemed to be built around the farm.

He saw a few people working in the fields, so he decided to approach them first. The instant they saw him approaching, though, they stopped what they were doing and lifted their pitchforks.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said quickly, slowing the horse to a stop and lifting his hands. “Not a bandit.”

“Who are you?” asked one of the men, a bulky brute with a shaven head. There was a strange, greyish tint to his skin, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Austin saw the telltale teeth - this man was half-orc.

“My name is Austin Aries,” he said, keeping his hands up so they’d know he meant no harm. “I’m a new outcast. The border guard told me how to find this place. And what is your name?”

The large man eyed him closely for a moment before lowering his pitchfork. “Ryback,” he replied, his voice low. “Come on - I’ll take you to see AJ and Cody.”

“AJ and Cody?” asked Austin, climbing down off his horse and leading it by the reins. He took care not to walk into the crops, though, and Ryback met him at the edge of the field. The other workers, at this point, had gone back to what they were doing.

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “Cody’s technically the mayor of the town, I suppose, but AJ’s the one who really runs things.”

The large man led Austin towards the homestead, climbing up the porch stairs and approaching the door. Before he could knock, though, it was opened. The woman on the other side was a dark-skinned fairy, her medium-sized wings pink and translucent with reddish tips. She wore trousers, which was uncommon in the Empire, with a white blouse and a tight-fitting brown leather tunic that came to her knees. She was eyeing Austin curiously.

“Ryback, who is this?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Says his name’s Austin,” Ryback replied. “He’s a newcomer.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the woman said, her voice full of sympathy. “They didn’t hurt you when they brought you in, did they?”

“Oh, no - I wasn’t brought here. I came by choice,” Austin said. The woman smiled slightly, nodding.

“I see,” she said. “My husband and I did, too - oh, where are my manners? Come in, please! Come and have a cup of tea, and some lunch - I’m sure it’s been a long journey for you.”

“It has,” he said with a nod, stepping in past the small woman. She glanced at Ryback expectantly, but the big Orcish man shook his head.

“None for me, I’m on a roll with these crops,” he said with a chuckle. “Thank you though - I’ll be in later, if that’s alright.”

“Of course it’s alright,” the woman replied. As Ryback left, she turned her attention to Austin. “Come in, sit down - my name is Brandi, let me fix you something to eat and then we can talk.”

By the time Brandi had finished preparing lunch, a few of the workers had come in to join Austin for some food. Apparently she always fed the workers, so she soon had plates full of cooked fish and vegetables being passed around for everyone at the table.

“This place seems nice,” Austin said in a soft voice once everyone had settled down to eat. “It feels more like a community than anything in the Empire ever did.”

“That’s because we are a community,” came a voice from the doorway of the dining room. All heads turned, and there they saw a brown-haired man. He, like Brandi, was a fairy - his translucent wings were large and silvery in colour, with yellow tips and prominent red veins running through them. He had a smile on his lips. “Cody Rhodes,” he said, offering Austin a hand as he approached. “I’m Brandi’s husband.”

“Ah, Cody, yes,” said Austin, shaking his head. “Ryback did mention a Cody. The mayor, technically?”

“Technically, yes,” Cody replied with a chuckle. “My wife and I built this farm, and the others came on their own. Tricky thing is that the Outlands have no laws like the Empire, so nothing about land ownership…”

All at the table chuckled. “He’s real good about helping us out, though,” said Ryback.

“He is,” agreed another man at the table, a human whose words were spoken with an accent unfamiliar to Austin. “The name’s Alberto, by the way - but I doubt you’ll remember all the names you’re told on the first day.”

“I doubt it as well,” Austin agreed, and again, everyone laughed.

“We all work together and make things work,” Cody said, sitting down at the head seat of the table just as Brandi set a plate down at it. She leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek before going to get a plate for herself. “Everyone here has a place, and a job - some way to contribute to the community. I believe that the only way to thrive is to work together and help one another.”

“A solid belief, and it would appear that putting it into practice has proven it thus far,” Austin said, and Cody gave a nod.

“It has,” he said. “But really, all I do is work the farm - AJ’s the one who really keeps them in line. You’ll meet her later.”

“I look forward to it,” Austin said before beginning to take a bite of his lunch.

“To be honest,” said Alberto between mouthfuls, “you probably shouldn’t.”

After lunch finished, the handful of workers who had come inside went back out to the fields. Cody joined them, letting Brandi give Austin a tour of the small village. He found that most people lived within their businesses, though the farm workers had a few crude cabins built for themselves, or in the few rooms offered in the sleepy little tavern.

“It’s good ale, really,” insisted the bartender, who’d somewhat drunkenly introduced himself as Alex Rah-ley.

“Riley,” Brandi had told Austin in a soft voice.

“Another drink,” said a man at the end of the bar, his voice sporting an accent as well.

“You’ve had enough, Adam,” said Alex, shaking his head.

“I agree,” Brandi said, approaching the drunk at the end of the bar and gently placing her hands on his shoulders. “Why don’t you get up to your room and get some sleep?”

“The rabbit…it’s dancing,” mumbled the man, Adam, pointing at Austin briefly before Brandi turned him around and pushed him gently towards where the rooms must have been. He stumbled a bit, but walked off.

“Rabbit?” Austin asked in a low voice.

“Adam Rose…” Brandi said, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what he got cast out for, I can only assume he was drunk when it happened. He’s rather insistent that he sees dancing animals the size of humans…I’m not sure if he’s crazy because he drinks, or if he drinks to combat the crazy.”

“Either one sounds plausible,” Austin said with a nod.

Next-door to the bar was the blacksmith - the Bullhammer, as the crudely-painted sign indicated. It was one of the nicer buildings in the town, though Brandi insisted that the town’s workers were constantly making improvements to their town’s structures, when they weren’t working to put up new ones. The smith was outside working at his forge, a bearded man with large gloves and a heavy leather apron on and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Wade,” said Brandi as they approached, smiling.

“Brandi, sweetheart - who’s this?” asked the man. He had an accent similar to Adam Rose’s, and Austin wondered where in the Empire they were from.

“This is Austin. He’s new to town,” Brandi replied.

“It’s good to meet you,” Austin said, offering a hand.

“You too,” said the man, Wade, as he took off one glove to shake Austin’s hand. “Looks like a fine blade you’ve got there,” he added, nodding towards Austin’s hip.

“Oh, yes,” Austin said, his free hand flying to the sheathed sword that he’d almost completely forgotten about. “It was my father’s - I take good care of it.”

“You know the trade? Maybe you could work for me,” Wade said with a chuckle.

“Maybe,” Austin said with a grin. “I’d have much to learn, though.”

“Wade Barrett makes tools for our workers,” Brandi explained to him, smiling. “He also makes weapons, though we don’t really have much need for them.”

“I can make armour too,” said Wade. “Anything you could ask for, really.”

“He’s limited by what the traveling merchant brings us, though,” Brandi pointed out, and Wade sighed.

“You don’t have to keep reminding me,” he said, and Brandi laughed.

“Brandi?” came a voice. Austin turned as Brandi did, seeing a rather beautiful young woman with dark hair, seductive eyes…and a small child.

“Yes?” asked Brandi, smiling.

“Who’s this?” the woman asked, eyeing Austin. Her pretty eyes became suspicious, and he smiled.

“New, and harmless, don’t worry,” he said.

“Yes, well, I didn’t ask you,” she said.

“Rosa, it’s alright,” Brandi said gently. “He’s just looking for a place to live, like everyone else here. He poses you and your daughter no threat.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Rosa said, shooting him one last glare before turning to leave.

“It was nice meeting you too,” Austin called after her, and Brandi giggled slightly.

“So, the houses,” Austin asked as he and Brandi walked through town. “How do you go about, you know, getting one?”

“It can be tricky, and it can take a while,” she said. “My husband and I were fortunate - he comes from wealth back in the Empire, see, so we bought all the equipment and supplies we’d be needing before we left. We brought it here with us, and together, we built our home, and then our barn - and then we planted the crops and started to grow things.”

“He comes from wealth?” asked Austin. “Why would someone with wealth want to leave the Empire?”

Brandi sighed softly. She briefly glanced around, as if afraid that someone might hear her, before turning back to him. “His father was King Dusty, ruler of the Kingdom of Dreams. Cody and his brother were princes, but after King Dusty died, instead of making either of them the Kings, the Emperor handed the Kingdom over to that Adrian Neville.”

“That scumbag’s the reason I came here in the first place,” Austin murmured, shaking his head. “I can’t imagine what your husband must have gone through when that happened.”

“To be honest, he wasn’t too upset - he never wanted to be King,” she said, shaking her head. “My brother-in-law, though, he had always wanted to be the King. Not for the power, no, but to follow in their father’s footsteps. Cody hated seeing that opportunity taken from his brother - he’d never been anything but loyal to the Emperor. That was when Cody decided to come out here. He wanted to leave it all behind - the Empire, his nobility, all of it. He wanted something new, a change, so we came out here to build a simple lives for ourselves.”

“That’s…oddly romantic,” murmured Austin with a nod. “Where does this AJ come into play?”

“She’s a friend,” Brandi said with a laugh. “She lives just outside of the village - we can go meet her.”

They headed back towards the river that Austin had first followed to get here, but this time, they went to the left of it, rather than the right. They walked mostly in silence, traveling for only a few minutes before turning to head a little ways North. Sure enough, he could see a cottage appearing not far away - it was a nicer one than the ones in the village, with smoke rising up from a small chimney.

The door opened before they got there, and a man eyed them closely. His hair was trimmed short but his beard was kept grown in somewhat, and from beneath the short sleeves of his tunic Austin could see a number of tattoos inked into his skin.

“Brandi,” he said with a nod.

“Punk,” Brandi responded, smiling. “Where’s AJ?”

“Inside, if you don’t mind waiting,” the man replied, stepping outside. “She’s just in the middle of a spell, and she’d rather you not interrupt.”

“Of course,” Brandi replied.

“Who’s this?” asked Punk, looking towards Austin.

“I’ve heard that a lot today,” Austin said with a chuckle before sticking out his hand. “The name’s Austin Aries.”

“CM Punk,” the other man replied. “You’ll meet my wife AJ soon enough, I suppose.”

“Is your wife a witch, then?” Austin asked. “You mentioned she was doing a spell-”

“No, no,” Punk said, shaking his head. “An elf, actually - like you.”

“Oh, it’s elven magic?” asked Austin. “That’s fascinating. I’m not too in tune with the powers myself - I should be, I know, but it was just never a priority for me in life.”

“It was one of her main priorities,” Punk said with a grin. “That and sewing - she loved to make clothing.”

“AJ was a seamstress back in the Empire,” Brandi said. “She owned a shop in the Capital, Black Widow Apparel.”

“What brought you two out here? If you don’t mind my asking,” Austin asked, and Punk glanced briefly away.

“I was cast out by the Emperor,” he said. “Got the letter the day of our wedding - they gave me twenty-four hours to pack up my things and leave, else they’d send the carriage for me.”

“The carriage,” Austin murmured. “I’ve heard about that.”

“It’s not supposed to be pleasant,” he said.

“It’s not,” Punk replied with a shake of his head. “Just ask Simon Gotch when you meet him - if you haven’t already. He’s barely been here a couple months, and he’s still pretty beat up from how they treated him to get him here.”

“To be fair, he’s kind of an asshole,” came a voice from behind him. Punk stepped aside, and there stood AJ. She was beautiful, her long, pointed ears sticking out from beneath loose waves of dark hair. She was dressed in a slim-fitting, short red dress with a black corset, and wrapped around her petite figure she had on a stole of black lace. Austin could immediately feel the dark magic radiating from her.

“You’re - you’re a dark elf,” he murmured, and AJ nodded.

“I am,” she replied, smirking. “Are you scared?”

Austin was silent a moment, considering her question. “No,” he said finally. “If the people in this village trust you, then you must be a good person.”

“That’s a good answer,” AJ said with a smile. “So you’re new around here, are you?”

“I am,” Austin replied with a nod.

“There are a few things you should know,” she said. “For starters, you do not take advantage of Cody and Brandi’s hospitality. They’re good people. You come to live in this town, you work to support it. You do your share around here. Nobody cares what you do, as long as it helps people.”

“I’m sure we can come up with some sort of arrangement,” Austin said. “I have no intentions of taking advantage of anyone here. It seems like a good and healthy community - I want to be a part of that.”

“Good,” AJ replied. “Second, if you have problems, you bring them to me first. Cody and Brandi have a lot of work to do, and as much as the people love them and respect them, I’m a bit better at settling disputes than they are.”

“You can say that again,” Brandi murmured with a chuckle.

“Understood?” AJ asked, looking straight at Austin.

“Understood,” he replied with a nod.

“Good,” she said again. “And third, if you plan to work with the rebellion, you make that information public. Ideally right now.”

“Well,” Austin said, “I wasn’t even considering the idea until you mentioned it.”

“Good,” AJ replied. “The Empire doesn’t bother us as long as we don’t bother them, but if we have anyone in town working with the rebellion, we like to know so we don’t have to claim responsibility for them. We don’t want to have any trouble with the Empire, and they’re not impressed with the rebellion right about now.”

“The rebellion leader’s courier, Mauro Ranallo, keeps coming into town trying to recruit people,” said Punk. “He’s a good man, and their cause is just, but we’re tying to take care of the people here and we don’t want any trouble.”

“I understand,” Austin said. “If I do consider joining them, I’ll be sure to inform you.”

“Good,” AJ said. “It’s getting late - you should probably get back before dark. Maybe help Brandi with the cooking until you sort out what your role in the village is going to be?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” Brandi said quickly. “He’s had a long journey - I say we let him rest tonight. We can sort all this out come morning.”

AJ eyed Brandi closely for a moment before nodding. “Alright,” she said. “You’re right.”

“Thank you, AJ,” said Austin. “And Punk, and Brandi - I appreciate how welcoming you’ve all been. This place that you’ve all built…it’s amazing. I look forward to being a part of it.”

“Well, assuming you pull your weight, we look forward to having you,” said AJ, offering her hand politely. As Austin took it and gave it a shake, a smirk came to the woman’s lips. “Welcome to the Outlands.”

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5 Legends The Shield eliminated: List This!

October 20, 2017

Before The Shield return to action at WWE TLC: Tables, Ladders & Chairs 2017, here are five times The Hounds of Justice dominated legendary competitors.


The Shield’s coolest moments: WWE Top 10, Oct. 14, 2017

October 14, 2017

In just a few short years, The Shield redefined what it means to be cool in the WWE Universe. Here are the 10 coolest moments featuring the united front of Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose.

I can’t help but laugh every time I re-watch The Shield vs Team Hell No & Ryback at TLC in 2012

Like Roman speared Kane through the barricade and then him and Seth piled a bunch of stuff on top of him and then just..

And meanwhile Dean’s in the ring like..