After the third match of the PPV, Axel and Sandow catch up to Slater backstage and are shocked that the Primetime Players are trailing behind. Slater explains what happened during the match and Darren asks the rest of the Inner Circle whether it's okay for them to become Free Agents as well.

"I'm okay with it but.." Axel says, glancing to Slater with a look of bewilderment, "Where's Cesaro?"

Slater's brow knots as he glances to the ground, "Kane and Ryder ambushed him while he was ringside and detained him? On charges that don't even make sense. I didn't even know they could do that."

Darren shakes his head, "Like I said, they're as dirty as The Leigon."

"We're going to get him back right?" Slater asks, a hint of doubt in his voice.

Sandow, who has been silent and brooding suddenly looks up with a smile, placing his hand on Slater's shoulder, "Naturally." He pauses, staring into nothing before continuing, "I'm going to go speak to Kevin Owens."

Axel and Slater group in front of Sandow to block him, "No, no, no, no, Damien, whatever you're planning it doesn't need to involve Owens."

"I'm not going to let The Resistance think they can "detain" Cesaro just like that," Sandow growls, "If you trust me, when the time comes, make sure you keep everyone off my back."

"What are you talkin' about?" Slater exasperates, watching as Sandow walks off, "Sandow? SANDOW? What is he talkin' about, man? Always with the elaborate enigmatic plans."

Axel looks to the Primetime Players, "If things get messy out there, can we count on you?"

"As long as we don't have to deal with any more of The Resistances rules and Cena's lectures, yeah, you can count on us," Titus smiles grimly before looking off in the direction Sandow disappeared.

The main event of the PPV is between Owens and Cena for the WWHC, a culmination of weeks of goading from Owens, mocking his pathetic excuse for a "resistance". A slew of Cena style promos have been slowly getting the audience behind him and he challenges for Owen's to prove that he can hold on to a Championship one on one. No Rollins. No dirty tactics. A pure brawl for the belt, just like old times. Owens finally agrees just to shut Cena up.

It's obvious no one believes Owens is going to play a fair fight. Even if Rollins has his own match earlier in the night, everyone half expects him to pull out some cheap trick, a low blow or distraction to the ref to retain the title, even Cena. So when it comes time for the main event, Cena comes to the ring first, hyping up the crowd but watching his back for one of Owens underhanded tactics.

Cena bounces on the balls of his toes as he waits for Owens' music to hit. There is an uncomfortably long pause and just as Cena is about to reach for Lillian's mic…

"HALLELUUUUUUUUJAH!"

Cena furrows his brow, watching daftly as Damien Sandow walks down the ramp in his blue robe alone and rolls into the ring, standing opposite him with a fuming confidence. Cena takes the mic and holds up his hand, "No, no, no, nononono, no. I don't know what's going on but this isn't your fight. Not tonight, Sandow. Certainly not in the main event of a pay per view."

"I'm afraid.. you wont be facing Kevin Owens tonight. Three years ago, you stole something from me and no matter how much I've tried, I haven't been able to make peace with my own mind. Tonight you stole something else from me. From the Free Agents. Therefore, tonight, Cena, you will face me… for Cesaro's freedom." Sandow throws the mic to one side and shrugs off his robe, casting it away as he charges at Cena.

"Wait, wait, wait," Cena backs up and out of the way, still holding his hand up, "No, I am not playing your games tonight, I came for a specific match and I will–"

"John~ John~ John~" Owens' drawling voice resonates through the arena before he leisurely steps out from backstage, casually swinging the mic from his hand before bringing it up to his lips, "You will… not be fighting me tonight, no John, see Mr. Sandow came to me earlier tonight and put forward a suggestion I simply could not refuse."

Cena is standing in the ring, shaking his head silently at Owens in pure disgust. "You're a bloody coward, Owens."

"See that's where you're wrong, John. It's nothing to do with me being "scared" to fight you, I didn't even want to do this match in the first place. It's quite frankly a waste of my time. But! Mr. Sandow here happily volunteered to take my place and it sounds much more entertaining than what I was going to do to you. I honestly think he's going to kill you!" Owens laughs as Rollins appears from backstage with two chairs, setting them up on the top of the ramp, "So if you don't mind, timekeeper…"

The bell rings and before Cena has a chance to take his shirt off, Sandow kicks a boot to his middle before locking his arm around Cena's neck and violently punching him into the ground. Cena throws Sandow off him, rolling out of the ring to recuperate. Sandow's rage hits critical heights as he stomps around the ring, shaking the ropes and raking his fingers through his hair until he hears Owens and Rollins in fits of laughter from the top of the ramp.

Sandow pauses, seeming to remember Cesaro's words about controlling his anger. Cesaro, the man who seemed to put an abundant amount of pride and trust in him. Cesaro, who blindly believed in what might well have been a man with a hollow existence. Sandow's expression calms as Cena rolls back into the ring and the match continues.

It is a highly entertaining match, a good amount of back and forth, major risks being taken by Sandow who has a commanding presence that hasn't been seen since 2013. As the match wanes on, Sandow's endurance is put on display and kick out after kick out Cena visually seems to tire, the question begs to be asked: could Sandow actually win this?

The Resistance's theme hits and a slew of supporters storm out from backstage, Reigns, Ambrose, Kane, Ryder and Neville. "THAT'S ENOUGH," Triple H roars over a microphone. They glance to Kevin and Seth, who shuffle their chairs out of their way in amusement. As The Resistance begins their descent towards the ring, Slater, Axel and the Primetime Players crawl out from under the ramp and line up to block The Resistance.

Triple H orders Titus O'Neil to step aside and the Free Agents smile, interlocking elbows with each other to create a human shield that is as symbolic as it is literal. The Resistance turns around only to find themselves boxed in by Owens and Rollins. Owens grins maliciously to Triple H before throwing a gesturing nod to the ring, "I want you to watch this Hunter," he smirks, "Because this is what happens when you leave your men behind."

Sandow turns to pull Cena into the turnbuckle, who barely holds himself up from collapsing. Sandow charges with a corner European uppercut before pulling him into the diagonally opposite turnbuckle but is countered by a boot from Cena, causing him to fall back. Cena shakes his head with fuming disappointment, slowly lifting himself up to stand on the top rope.

Sandow recovers and dropkicks Cena's ankle, causing him to lose balance and spead eagle onto the turnbuckle. While incapacitated, Sandow swings him around by his shoulders before dropping an avalanche hangman's neckbreaker. A panting Cena collapses to the mat as Sandow stumbles backwards, leaning into the ropes for support. Sandow watches a bloody Cena slowly pick himself up. With wide eyes, the once Intellectual Savior stares as if he is unable to believe that victory is within his grasp.

At his feet and with blood in his eyes, Cena charges at Sandow, who manouvers around to his back, interlocking arms for the You're Welcome. As Sandow launches him upwards, Cena counters by backflipping over and hitching his arm the other man's side to hoist him up over his shoulders. Sandow clamps his arms around Cena's neck for a sleeper hold and clings on for dear life, now unable to receive an attitude adjustment.

Cena stumbles back, blindly reaching backwards to try and peel the submission off him. Sandow releases the hold and entwines his arms around Cena's elbow and neck, hoisting the bloodied man up and…

The flat of Cena's lifeless back hits the ring mat from a perfect You're Welcome and Sandow collapses on him as the ref counts One.. Two..

THREE.

The ref need to physically help Sandow up to hold up his hand, who looks upwards into the lights to blink away shocked tears. He quickly gestures for a microphone. "Cesaro," he says hoarsely, suddenly realising how many people were there to witness his feat.

Triple H brings his mic to his mouth slowly. "I'm not giving you Cesaro and I'm going to tell you why… First you "Free Agents" sneak into my office, steal my documents, set the Wyatt Family wrongly on a path of destruction in our direction, steal a tag team from under our noses and now.. changing the main event for your own sick, selfish desires. No.. This match was not on the card, therefore the reward does not have to be honoured."

Sandow stares out of the ring, chest slowly rising and falling with laboured breaths. He looks to Kevin Owens who begins to laugh like a hyena.

"Hey, sorry buddy, I let you give me a night off work but I didn't say I was going to help you. I came for an entertaining fight and you sure did deliver so sorry about Cesaro and all. Maybe you'll get 'em next time, eh!" With maniacal laugher, Owens and Rollins turn to slowly walk back up the ramp.

The Resistance's party advances an inch but the four members of the Free Agents bolster themselves up. They're now outnumbered but they wont move.

Sandow stares at Owens before glancing to his hand, up to Triple H and back to his hand. "Well then I'll have to make you give Cesaro back," he pants into the mic before dropping onto his knees over Cena and slugging the unconscious man's face. Over, and over, and over, and over. All the suffering this person's face caused him gave him the last burst of adrenaline to destroy it.

Owens turns back around and gasps in delight, "Holy shit, I think he really is going to kill him!"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT," Triple H shouts desperately, "Y-You.. He's yours. Cesaro's yours, just stop. Stop this right now."

Slater and Axel run into the ring, having to peel Sandow off Cena to cease the brutal attack. A commotion is heard from behind the curtains of backstage and Cesaro bursts out, fuming with rage and rubbing his wrists. He shoulders between Owens and Rollins to Triple H, ripping the mic from his hands, "Maybe it is you who should beware of 'dire consequences'," he spits, casting a glance to Zack Ryder.

Cesaro pushes his way through The Resistance to come to a surprised stop in front of the Primetime Players. Titus and Darren smile, stepping aside for their leader. The Swiss Superman climbs into the ring to share the sombre celebration with his Inner Circle. He presses his forehead against Sandow before wrapping his comrade in a proud hug.

"We've made our statement," Owens voice echoes through the tense arena, "These.. Free Agents have made theirs. What now, Resistance?" The mic cuts out as its dropped and the leaders of The Legion walk offstage, pleased grins plastered on their faces.