Swagger bolted right into the ring, heading straight for Wyatt. Rowan and Harper went to the outside, taking the chair with them. Wyatt immediately began pummeling the blonde Oklahoman, fists rebounding off his back.
After a few seconds, Swagger rose up and thrust the patriarch into the corner, striking him with fists and feet to the crowd's delight; the referee could barely keep Swagger off of Wyatt, almost counting to five.
The viewers at home saw that the camera switched to the backstage area. Ambrose stood by a monitor, wiping his hand across his face as he watched the match.
Swagger backed off, throwing his arms back and bellowing, his bright blue singlet gleaming under the lights. Before he could turn around, he was rammed into the mat by a flying forearm from Wyatt. Wyatt moved into the corner next to the prone hero, chuckling as strands of hair fell near his mouth. His partners on opposite sides of the ring didn't move a muscle.
The disturbing man picked Swagger up by his hair, smiling all the while. Suddenly, Swagger threw his arms over Wyatt's body and threw him down with a Red, White, and Blue Thunder Bomb.
"Swagger with a huge powerbomb! This could be it!" play-by-play man Tom Phillips exclaimed. The WWE Universe was equally as excited.
Swagger gripped Wyatt's right ankle and torqued it with his signature Patriot Lock. The Eater of Worlds screamed in pain, having nowhere to go in the middle of the ring. Rowan climbed up to the ring apron, the referee trying to head him off. Meanwhile, Harper made it into the ring, rotating and leveling Swagger with a discus clothesline. The referee called for the bell as the Wyatt Family assaulted Swagger.
Wyatt hobbled to a vertical base as Rowan and Harper stomped away at Swagger.
"You call yourself the hero, Jack?" he shouted. He pointed to his followers and then to himself. "We the people, Jack! We the people!"
Just as the two dragged Swagger up and the boos reached a crescendo, the arena filled with cheers from the audience as Ambrose slid into the ring and went right for the leader. Wyatt quickly evaded the tackle, slipping through the ropes. Harper went to attack, but fell back due to a frenzied Lou Thez press from Ambrose. He punched away at Harper, forcing Rowan to let go of Swagger and grab Ambrose.
Rowan snarled at Ambrose, his teeth barely visible through his large red beard. At that moment, Swagger tackled him from behind and hoisted the big man up, throwing him over the top rope. Ambrose kicked at Harper, making him roll to the floor below.
"I bet the Wyatts never saw that coming!" Phillips said, his partner nodding in agreement.
The Wyatt Family regrouped near the end of the entrance ramp, the crowd cheering and cheering. Swagger challenged them to keep fighting while Ambrose threw off his black sweat jacket and came up to the ropes. Rowan and Harper were enraged, but Wyatt held them back, never losing his joyful demeanor.
"You're here! You're among we the people!" Wyatt called out. "Thank you for answering the call!" Ambrose's music played as the Wyatts speedily made it back behind the curtain.
Later that night, before the Main Event tapings concluded, a graphic appeared on the Titantron, revealing the SmackDown! main event to be Ambrose and Swagger vs. Harper and Rowan.
Ambrose was hanging out in one of the hallways away from the cameras, downing another bottle of water; it must have been his tenth that day at minimum. Swagger came through the hallway and stopped when he reached Ambrose.
"That next match is gonna be a hard hittin' son of a bitch," Swagger said.
"So you mean it'll be fun?" Ambrose replied, shaking his wild hair about.
Swagger laughed. "Of course."
"What did they say about it?"
"Nothin' much. Harper said it was a shame they didn't think of 'We the People' for their act first."
Ambrose sniggered and went to go to the locker room. "Thought they weren't supposed to be people."