In a world of hard hitting action; Three men had the same logical goal in mind. These three polar opposites, now opponents had the crown jewel in their sights. It's no secret as to just exactly whom these three men are: Dean Ambrose, Daniel Bryan, and most importantly -- The World Heavyweight, and defending European Champion of the world, Pete Dunne. Our dual champion had a lot to be proud of. A lot to celebrate some would say. Hence with the announcement that Dunne would be defending against the thorns in his side over recent week -- Dunne was more exhilarated at the possibility of hurting his foes, instead of the fear of possible defeat. With that in mind, we must open our scene. Collectively, we open inside what appears to be a forest. The musk of a sweet aroma fills the limelight, as we are swiftly met with the emergence of Pete Dunne, adorning his casual suit. One surely that would make his business partner, Triple H proud. Can someone say Best for business? Aside from the conceited forth wall break, Dunne finds himself in the midst of this forest all by his lonesome. He adorned both of his championships across his shoulders as he looks through the forest with a large smile.

PETE DUNNE
Alas, we foundselves standin' in tha' midst of tha' forest which I like ta' call life. Tha' changin' o'tha' seasons. Tha' growth of humanity. Represented by this very forest. But in my eyes, tha' glaring comparison is to tha' of my fellow competitor; Daniel Bryan. (A brief pause comes across Dunne as he graces his hand across the tree nearest him.) Jus' like tha' saplings used to create this very forest -- Your ideology compels yourself to pretend to be greater tha' others. It's misfortune disguised as failure, Daniel. (Dunne shrugs his shoulders as he observes the tree once more. Realizing the tree before him was one worn, and torn from years of growth.) Tha' errors you embellish upon wit' your broken words hold no sympathy for wha' you'll soon experience. Many would say tha' goin' into this clash tha' I'm at a disadvantage. Tha' I have lil' to no chance whatsoever at retainin' my European champion. Yet, so be it. I want nothin' more than Daniel Bryan, or even Dean Ambrose to circumvent their goals through me. As it's sustainable in the biggest goal possible for 'em, yet? It's unreachable as I've got nothin' more to prove here. Like it or not, win, or lose -- I have already proven myself as tha' proverbial leader of this next generation. Tha' is nothin' you can't take from me. You may both have a glimmer of hope at trying to dethrone me of my crowning achievements; but a king without his crown is still a KING.

A morbit, yet confident glare slides across the face of Dunne as he continues to pursuit through the forest before him. Oddly enough as Dunne began to convey through the forest, his mind began to adapt to the broken limbs, and aged trees that stood in between him. But exactly what could this represent?

PETE DUNNE
The gift of life is one sustainable wit' love and admiralty. Jus' like this forest -- I told my throne for my one true love. My child. Which is where our comparisons come to a halt, Daniel. (Dunne pauses briefly to glare at the two championships over his shoulder. Two more differences between the foes.) Let's make it known tha' I didn't come to this forest for my personal enjoyment. Far from it. You see, instead of trainin' as I should -- I find myself in the midst of this forest to walk a mile in your footsteps. I wanna see exactly wha' it's like to see life from a different perspective. As I normally don't concede my values -- I must at least allow myself to become a proverbial loser jus' like you. This way I can just make my victory over you just a lil' more sweet. (Dunne can't help but chuckle after that verbal dagger. ) For those unaware tha' was sarcasm. I would NEVER allow myself to plague my foundation to bein' a loser. After all; I've done nothin' more than showcase myself as tha' BEST wrestla' on tha' face of this planet. Tha' mere fact some people are sayin' I couldn't hold a candle to you, Daniel -- I raise tha' fact wit' my own success. (A cold calculated glare comes across Dunne as he observes his championships once more.) I have nothin' to prove. i don't need your accommodation to save myself. For I've been labeled a failure, a man who sold his best friend for success -- I know exactly wha' I have comin' to me. In a way? I admire it. Deception is a hell o'a thing. Is it not, Daniel?

We watch the morbid glare of anger slowly escape from Dunne as a look of uncertainty crept across his face. It was a rare image from Dunne, one we had yet grown accustomed to seeing. Especially considering his reign of terror across the roster since his return all those months ago. We continue to follow his every footstep as we come across a small stump in the middle of the whimsical forest. A small cackle comes from Dunne as he takes a brief moment to regain his composure as he sits upon the stump. He glares over at the two championships before him as he sets them both on the grassy terrain beneath his feet.

PETE DUNNE
Deception is tha' act deceiving others. Where as I deceived my best friend; Trent Seven -- Daniel you have deceived the people who once admired you for your courage. The ones who supported and loved you from within'. You tossed them away as if they were nothin' more than trash. But then we return our attention to another thorn in my side. Tha' man bein' Dean Ambrose. (Dunne slowly shakes his head.) While Daniel threw these people away. Ambrose on tha' other hand didn't deceive anybody. For he was on the hand of deceit. Let's fill tha' void wit' some harsh truths. While I sold out, I became tha' ONLY man in this company to hold not one, not two, but THREE championships consecutively. I didn't have to turn on these people as they NEVER wanted to see me succeed, and yet? I proved 'em wrong. That's tha' difference between you, and I; Daniel. These people admired you. They loved you. Where as I? I was nothin' more than a cancer in tha' night. (Dunne grabs the European championship. Looking over at his first accomplishment within WWEx.) But like tha' black plague that led to tha' dismay of others of our past -- Ambrose leads this war wit' the' act of vengeance on his mind. For I realize I have sinned, but yet I have no remorse. Yet, Ambrose? A man who follows in tha' same aspect as myself doesn't seek remorse, but deep down cherishes tha' act of redemption. Dean so desperately wants to achieve his pursuit at takin' away my European championship, and possibly even my World Heavyweight championship. (This was a very haunting thought to Dunne. The mere possibility that he could lose not one, but both of his championships secretly feared him. These were both his crowning achievements. He would succeed at any cost.) But as I've started countless times. I have NEVER backed down from a challenge. In fact I prefer it. I want nothin' more in this world than to showcase yet again tha' Pete Dunne is tha' face of this company. And this week on Genesis? I plan on killin' two birds wit' one stone.

Angrily, Dunne clutches both of his championships as he stands from the stump. Once more observing his surroundings. His eyes widen as he hastily pushes through the forest. Coming to even more decaying trees. It was strange. The once green terrain was now a golden yellow. The decay and death of the grass, and trees was rather unsettling to say the least.

PETE DUNNE
This neck of tha' woods seems far more damaging than tha' one prior, does it not, boys? (Obviously a message to both Ambrose, and Daniel Bryan.) Just as tha' youthful rose, tha' youth one day becomes old. Morbid to tha' act of life we embraced ourselves wit'. We all one day perish at our own peril. But like tha' trees of youth -- I stand as tha' triumphant bearer of youth between us three. At a mere twenty-five years of age -- I have done EVERYTHING you two wanted, and then some. I am nothin' more than a pioneer of youth, and success. My growth of lire has let me to deceit, and deception. It has let me to success, failure, love, and hate. I have seen people shock tha' world, and I've seen people make broken promises. Which in fact two more broken promises shall be ushered in come Genesis. Those bein' either of you takin' this... (Dunne hoist his European championship highly over his head. Showing off his pride and admiration for the said championship.) But bare in mind. This section of this forest isn't one symbolic wit', Daniel. As his path has much green pastures. This disgusting slumber of filth is one symbolic to you, Dean. (Dunne points directly to the camera. As if to speak directly to The Lunatic Fringe.) A man broken down to the brink of his sanity. A failure of false accomplishments. Tha' very man who couldn't even dethrone Alex Shelley for his X-Division championship. Yet, he believes he can defeat tha' King of this company? Just as this forest will soon someday die, just as your chances at defeating me -- You have no chance in bloody hell, lad. (That cocky smirk creeps across the face of Dunne as he slowly shakes his head from side to side.) I can't quite fathom tha' possibility of you EVER bein' more than a thorn in my side. A man who says they can, but deep down they know they can't. Ambrose you're tha' common epitome of this dying forest. Your best days are long behind you. You're nothin' more than a steppin' stool for me. Another ploy for my to cement myself. And jus' as this grass crumbles my feet -- So do your chances at EVER bein' a champion around 'ere. As long as I have these over my shoulders? I assure you. You will NEVER be in my league.

His powerful glare comes through once more as the crunching of tree limbs, and dying grass continue to crumble as he feet as he slowly makes his way back through the forest. However, instead of making his way out fully -- Dunne comes to the stump once more. There was something about this stump in particular that drew in interest from the Euro-World Champion. He slowly makes his way towards the stump as he kneels before it. He sets his championships upon them as if he had to justify his own success.

PETE DUNN
It's rather strange. I feel in the midst of it all. Tha' weight of the world is almost on my shoulders. In a strange way -- I feel this a lil' long overdue. (Dunne brushes the hair from out of his vision as he closes his eyes.) Have I become tha' man I wanted to be? Have I set an example good enough for my daughter? Have I really been champion I could be, or have I allowed these two losers tha' opportunity to take away what's rightfully mine? (He doesn't bat an eye towards his World Championship, but oddly enough clutches the European championships closely to him.) You two don't get it. Tha' pressure I face constantly wantin' to live up to bein' royalty. Tha' act of knowin' this could all be gone in tha' blink of an eye. It drives me. It motivates me. I don't care about this match, as more so I care about these championships. This European championship is wha' made me tha' man I am. (An almost defeated sigh escapes Dunne.) It's not tha' I don't respect Ambrose, or I dislike Daniel. As let's be honest -- I hate 'em both equally. It's more so tha' I have a pressure unmatched in this match. More so than tha' pressure I had when I took everything away from TJP, and made tha' European Championship mine. When I defeated Sami Zayn to claim my Intercontinental championship, and even more pressure than when I main evented Wrestle Kingdom and ended AJ Styles' miserable career. (But why was all this pressure on his shoulders?) 'Cause this match is much more than a match. I could lose it all. Just. Like. That. (Dunne snaps his fingers. Further solidifying his point. But a soft shrug comes from him. Confidently, we see that determination that had led him to success after all these months.) But let's be honest, lads. I'm a man of my word. Everything I've said I'd do, I've done, and then some. (Dunne opens his eyes, looking up towards the sky as if he was looking for some moral support.) It's official, boys. April, 16th, 2019 -- Tha' day tha' world stood still. At least for a moment, as we realize tha' only one of us can stand triumphant. Success is ultimately in tha' eyes of tha' beholder. Jus' as this forest is symbolic to us in every way possible. I see it now. (Dunne has a smile. An actual rare smile for a change.) Daniel, you represent tha' fresh terrain. Tha' growth of this forest, and your own kingdom. Your journey awaits, but go to far and you'll experience tha' path of deceit, and deception. Tha' same lineage thrusted upon Ambrose. Who's path is ultimately that of tha' decayin' fallen trees. Which last I come in. In the midst of all. My journey has reached a halt. Jus' as this stump represents tha' past, and tha' future. It to represents my growth as a performer, a champion, a loving father, but now, and forever more -- A king. (Dunne gets up from kneeling as he sits firmly on the stump once more. His head held high.) Jus' remember, lads. After we face off, and I do make an example out of tha' both 'ya -- I wish 'ye well. 'Cause it's either green pastures, or deceit and deception. It's nothin' personal. It's just BEST FOR BUSINESS!

Dunne would lower his head once more as clutches both of his championships. He slowly looks directly into the camera as a scoff escapes from his face as he shows his ruthless side once more. He would hoist the European Championship freely in the air. Showing just how valuable this prize had become. This would be where our scene would slowly fade to black.