Post by Stasis on Jul 12, 2010 17:17:41 GMT -5
We are told from childhood that there is strength in numbers and that through unity, difficult tasks can become minor ones. Yet, through the simple principal of unity, genocide and war on a global scale is made possible. Undertaker cast away the idea of unity a long time ago, for the concept of the ideal sense of unity wouldn’t enter his mind. For the closest thing to a group he once possessed was his Ministry, yet even then it was only a disposable tool to serve his own intentions. It wasn’t long before he cast it down and today, few members are still around in Thy WWE to remember ever being part of it. As Undertaker ponders these concepts, he is walking at a steady pace through the long, white corridors of the backstage area in the arena. His feet are swift and there is a steady echo through the halls with the patter of his booted feet against the concrete flooring. A draught of chill air gushes through a corridor perpendicular to the one Undertaker currently occupies, through the plywood door on the far end is the way to the technical area and ultimately, the arena. The door had been left ajar and has been since pushed aside by the impetuous gust of air, which entered through the open topped stadium where Monday Night Raw’s 20th episode anniversary is being held. The breeze rustles through Undertaker’s hair, misshaping it before shooting off in either direction as it struck the far wall. The whole breeze seemed a metaphor for proceedings as of late, in his absence Undertaker had left the door ajar and an influx of talent has barged it open so it is forced, knocking against the far wall and peeling the paint. The peeled paint seemed a metaphor for the old way of doing things, but new stars like MVP and Sheamus have redesigned Raw and torn down old walls to fit their own liking. The chill air the rustled through his hair is what the other stars shall attempt to do, to rustle his feathers, any superstar would revel in a victory over s longstanding member of the roster like Undertaker and to defeat the winner of the Royal Rumble would be to really prove their worth. Undertaker adjusted his hair back with the swipe of his hand, not yet, there is still too much to do for him to get complacent and allow a slip on his Road to Wrestlemania. Tonight isn’t about the upstarts who would gladly pull Undertaker from his rung above them on the ladder to excellence, to the WWE Championship; it’s about tag team action with Triple H.
The rhythmic patter of Undertaker’s feet stopped at a door at the end of a corridor with his name engraved into gold star upon the door. The bronze handle gave a groan as he put the weight of his arm upon it, as did the hinges as the door swayed open. The room had been already been prepared for a man of his standing, the blinds were down and the lights were off. Three yards forward on the pinewood floor and Undertaker reached an uncomfortable bench without any support for his back, yet he set himself upon it and leaned forward, still lost in the confines of his own, complex mind. Undertaker was rather placid for a man who had been informed he wouldn’t get to face an old rival of his; Maven as he had been pulled from the tag match, moreover an unknown had filled his spot in the main event of the 20th anniversary of Raw! Undertaker still pondered the concept of unison, in a wrestling business of all places. His love for the concept was murdered, the very night his family passed away and his brother was brutally scarred by his own hand. In a vicious hellfire he and his younger brother, Kane had started, Undertaker’s entire life was devoured by the same fire that consumed his home. With nothing left, Undertaker had turned to the Darkside and realised that he was the manifestation of evil, an angel of death embodied in the flesh and assigned with the task of reaping the souls of mortal men who encounter him on the lonely path he treads. It was upon this realisation that unison was cast out for he no longer required strength in numbers, for the strength of his arm and his all conquering will could bring a score of mortal men to their knees and if it came down to it, Undertaker could fell both his opponents for the night if he had to. For death is infallible and is impossible to resist in its lifelong insistence. Tonight will finally be the night that The Reapers hands enclose upon the neck of CM Punk and he experiences the touch of death and cackles as he desperately reaches for air before being chokeslammed to the canvas. Punk would rue his folly, he will curse the fact that he had the impudence to call out a Phenom, to think he could cheat the earthly incarnation of death suggests he is intoxicated by his ego and is delusional from authority over his Straight Edge Army. CM Punk will leave the arena despondent and questioning his ability for none can resist The Phenom and those who challenge him Rest In Peace! Yes, tonight will be the night that CM Punk goes sober from his own ego and is left cold turkey, confined with the fact that a mortal blow had been struck to his ego and his self image has plummeted in the eyes of those around him. Undertaker looks up to the blinds, the ring of light around them has faded as night has swept over the city, hope has faded for Punk as the shadow of The Phenom has crept over him and the city, tonight is the night.
From outside Undertaker’s locker room window, World Wrestling Empire staff scurry across the tarmacadam ground, which is solid as they hurry across. There is a white van with worn paint and scratch marks which suggest the vehicle has been keyed on numerous occasions and the driver has neglected to maintain their work van. The doors at the rear of the van are open and the WWE workers are shifting various paraphernalia from the vehicle before transferring it to the rear door of the arena, where others await. The Undertaker’s locker room had been placed at a quiet spot of the arena on purpose to prevent upsetting The Phenom, but it does little to deter the noise of twenty thousand fans who have congregated within the arena and at the entrance, needless to say these fans are impatient having had to queue to have their ticket studs taken by the staff working the entrance to the arena. The usual humdrum of the district in the height of twilight had been transformed into a noisy utopia or wrestling fans, who are sandwiched before the entrance. The moon is partially obscured by dark clouds, which are fast fading in the poor light and now resemble grey brush strokes against a black canvas by the hand of God, leaving the vigilant moon squinting past the clouds in a crescent shape. Through the entrance way, many fans stroll this way and that as they assess the merchandise on sale (most of it at an exorbitant price) and the snack bar before entering through the appropriate door. Inside the door, the titantron is running through the anniversary for Monday Night Raw’s 20th Anniversary, with matches such as Undertaker & Triple H vs CM Punk & Tyler Marshall as well as a First Blood match for the Celtic Title! Hundreds of fans have already taken to their seats and are numbers enough to circumnavigate the dome in unison. The pyrotechinics desk is getting prepared, as are staff members by the announcers desk, but the ring has already been constructed hours prior to the fans being permitted entrance. The ring ropes glisten beneath the intense lights fixed upon the rafters and are a rich shade of white, like marble and is as hard as marble too for those who aren’t well versed in hitting the ring ropes properly. In the ring, the white mat emits a healthy sheen which promises to break the falls or the backs of many athletes tonight on the 20th Anniversary of Monday Night Raw. At the top of the ramp across from the titantron, last minute jobs are being finished by workers and from where they stand, it feels as though their feet are at the edge of a precipice, looking down from the stage to the floor far below. Many fans wish for blood and for all the extremities to be pulled out tonight and perhaps someone will be thrown off and made decedent by The Phenom inside the time frame of only a few hours. Yet it is waiting in the hour before that seems to stretch on like an eternity in the fast paced, vivacious environment of Raw. It seems somewhat contradictory that the most “exciting show on television” could be such a monotonous experience in its early stages.
Undertaker was still seated upon the bench which Vince must have allowed to remain in the dressing room from some sort of team affair in the stadium, where a long backless bench would have been appropriate. Most other locker rooms had been completely refurbished for the occasion to the extent that some looked rather gaudy since the cash had been thrown about without a care. The likes of MVP and his valet Trish Stratus had received an eloquent brown leather couch which complemented the warm shade of paint on the wall and enhanced the entire room. Undertaker’s dressing room was another story, in fact it was a direct contrast to the other locker rooms with white walls that had faded from neglect from staff in the arena and stains now marred the once spotless walls. The WWE logo upon the floor was discoloured in the poor light and the ring of light about the blinds had vanished. Despite the poorly state of the locker room, Undertaker liked it for it was dark, quiet and wasn’t over the top. The Phenom leant forward on the bench, so his gaze was fixated upon the floor, although he was visualizing something else as his stare was vacant if one were to perceive him in his current state. His intertwining locks of hair are draped over either shoulder and shroud the Undertaker’s face in mystery, but for his piercing steel blue eyes which cut through the black mask of hair. While Undertaker’s eyes are still fixated, his mouth moves to form silent words and a World Wrestling Empire camera enters to see The Phenom in a meditative state. Undertaker is in gothic, Ministry style gear although he isn’t reverting to his old ways of thinking and operating in Thy WWE. As the camera man’s foot enters Undertaker’s peripheral, his mind which appeared to be vacant seems occupied as he looks up to great the camera lens and all the viewers at home. From behind the portable set, consisting of three members of staff grasping microphones and various electronic paraphernalia Todd Grisham emerges with a microphone in hand. Monday Night Raw’s resident interviewer is donning a neat, pinstriped suit which appears to have been tailored and an expensive silk tie of a royal shade of dark blue. Grisham bends down slowly and seats himself near Undertaker cautiously, but scooches a foot or so to the viewers left when the roving, daunting eyes of Undertaker pass over to Todd. By the look on Grisham’s face it’s apparent he feels pinned down and exposed, like all of this thoughts and secrets were on show for Undertaker to inspect, it made him glad he wasn’t an in ring competitor. As Grisham raises the microphone with the WWE logo emblazoned upon the device, a question arises as to why Undertaker had never been interviewed before? Perhaps his new standing with the crowd, who are cheering Undertaker at the moment, or the fact he has cast away his former way of doing things, like the chilling experience of a live sacrifice during Undertaker’s ordeal with The Miz. The Deadman’s face is very neutral as the first question is put to him by Grisham, who isn’t entirely comfortable in Undertaker’s presence, let alone under his intense gaze.
I am joined here by Raw superstar, The Undertaker. Undertaker, allow me to congratulate you on your momentous victory at the Royal Rumble two weeks ago in Florida. Now I’ll come to the Royal Rumble in just a moment, but I think I’ll start off with your match tonight where you’re going to team with former Intercontinental Champion Triple H to take on current WWE Champion CM Punk and newcomer and former US Marine, Tyler Marshall. What are your thoughts on the match?
You know what, Todd? I have plenty of things to say about CM Punk, I have a lot to talk about concerning this marine, Tyler Marshall and I even have a few words for my partner for tonight, Triple H. But I’m going to save that for later, I’d rather go out into my yard live and address the WWE Universe and know that those other three are in the back when I say what is to be said. But I will concede this Todd, none are safe from the wrath of The Undertaker, tonight or any other night.[/color]
Alright, well I’ll move on to the next question and it’s regarding the sudden influx of talent to Raw and Smackdown since your absence due to the sneak attack from CM Punk. What are your opinions on these “young lions” and can Thy WWE be the same for you since their arrival?[/color]
Todd’s last question seems to have lit a fire inside the Phenom’s eyes and there is a gleam in his eye as he turns his head away, which is masked in shadow and dark hair in the poor light. Undertaker straightens his back and turns away from Todd and looks into the camera with a steely look in his eyes.
Grisham nods in approval of The Deadman’s words before posing the next and penultimate question.
Undertaker leans back and flexes his powerful shoulders subconsciously as he rubs his chin briefly, but thoughtfully before facing Todd Grisham rather sharply, causing his hair to whirl around and Grisham’s eyes to bulge in their sockets at the unexpected movement out of trepidation and surprise.
Grisham immediately obliges to Undertaker’s request, springing off the bench with legs that were already in position to leave when the opportunity should arise. Grisham along with the camera crew have swiftly departed within half a minute, leaving Undertaker with the silence of the dark room and his own thoughts to mull over. Undertaker both loathed and loved the silence for what it did to him, he would no longer be encumbered by those such as Todd Grisham and silence normally came to him coupled with darkness which has become part and parcel of The Undertaker. But when the silence comes, he sees it, the roaring hellfire which consumed his old life atop a quiet hill, living in a funeral home with a caring family. As the fire devoured the wood, it consumed the soul of a child, the true Undertaker died in the blaze and had since become embodied with a vicious spirit of death and eternal hatred. There it was once again, the faint feeling of the blazing wood, it made him long for the swirling mists and numbing cold of his graveyard, where the bitter flames don’t smile wryly at him, for it was through the fire he became what he is, yet it is what he resents most. Undertaker would do what he would always do, allow the darkness, the purity of evil to consume him, there was no more guilt, no more hatred or happiness. The Undertaker had burned the bridge of emotion and correlation between he and other people long ago, his old life was gone, all that remains is the eternal task to reap the wayward souls of this world, namely the world of wrestling, a solemn and lonely path he treads alone. It was time to get to the arena. Undertaker stood out of the bench in a squat position, putting all the strain on his thighs as he ascended to his own towering heights at six foot ten, there was no need for a coat or hat for he was in gothic attire tonight. Undertaker set foot outside the dressing room into the dim corridor lights, which were blinding after hours of solitary thought within the confines of the darkness. A stream of artificial light from the filaments in the ceiling stretches across the locker room, but slowly fades and narrows as the door swings upon its hinges, eventually closing, incarcerating the room in the shadow.
Monday Night Raw has been fully set up and the arena has filled out for the 20th Anniversary episode of Raw with the fans having finished at the concession stands, many are already donning their newly purchased merchandise in anticipation of their favourite superstar. Bright lights shine upon smiling faces, many of which have their hands overhead grasping a hold of signs made from luminous card with black markers with unique designs. Many fans are now clad in The Undertaker’s new t-shirt, which is a dark t-shirt with The Deadman’s insignia set against a grey outline followed by a purple outline. On the rear of the shirt, the words “The Phenom, The Undertaker” are written in bold, purple letters with “The Undertaker” directly beneath the prefix. The ring ropes are a deep shade of red and are brightened under the intense arena lights, the ropes and the healthy sheen from them and he mat are very much a metaphor for their importance in wrestling. The ring and its ropes are very much the flesh and blood of wrestling, for they are essential for it all to happen and it simply wouldn’t work without the sacred construction (sacred at least amongst the wrestlers and former wrestlers). Seated at the announcers table are the familiar duo of Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler, who have managed to stick together all the way to a new promotion and have called twenty episodes of Monday Night Raw already. King is sporting a signature t-shirt and black pants along with his usual slicked back hair and grin which seems to be fixated on his face. To the viewers right and Lawler’s left, Jim Ross (the resident announcer) is seated with a light blue Thy WWE shirt and his cowboy hat. Both look awake and ready to call a great edition of Monday Night raw as well as their opening excerpt, which has become a regular occurrence at this stage.
Jerry Lawler is silenced by the sudden reverberation of The Undertaker’s signature gong, which has announced the imminent arrival of the World Wrestling Empire’s only Phenom since the first ever night of Monday Night Raw, which saw Undertaker pin current champion, Maven.
The gong sounds once more and the arena plunges into sudden darkness, as though a veil of shadow had been cast over the lighting system. The increasing ring of an organ enters the entrance music proportional to an eerie blue light, which increases in intensity along with the squeal of The Deadman’s organ.
The gong resounds once more and a low rumble of thunder accompanies it throughout the speaker system along with the crackling sound of lightning, reminiscent to cold water hitting hot liquid rapidly. The gong echoes once more and the sounds of the storm ceases, replaced by the organ which rings clear through the speakers. As the funeral dirge transitions through various instrumentals, the lighting of The Undertaker is at full focus and a bright spotlight cuts through the dimmer shade of blue, pinpointing the spot that the 2010 Royal Rumble winner shall emerge. The fans are rampant with cheers in the stands, which ascend high into the far reaches of the stadium, which is occupied by thousands of enthusiastic fans who have rolled out to see the 20th edition of Monday Night Raw. The Undertaker’s theme draws well into the Graveyard Symphony before Undertaker emerges from the back, garbed in gothic attire with his hair intertwined with a wet or greased up look. As always, Undertaker’s eyes are two pools of concentration and intensity, oblivious to all the fans surrounding him, Undertaker makes his way to the ring at his vintage pace. Undertaker’s shoulders sway gently two and fro as he maintains his steady pace, ambling past screaming fans who yell his name, nicknames or just whoop in excitement. Undertaker seems immune to the vivacity pandemic in the arena, which has claimed every fan inside The Bradley Center, Milwaukee, except The Phenom. The camera crew are on the ramp with Undertaker, zooming in on The Deadman’s face, which is neutral as always, behind him, fans are reaching out to touch Undertaker and waving at the cameras, providing a more active background than the cameras main focus. Undertaker rounds the steel barricade which is obstructing his path to the steps before pausing at the foot of the steel steps. Following a moment of bowing his head, allowing the Dead March to play and for the arena to soak in the aura of The Deadman, Undertaker cocks his head upwards sharply and ascends the steel steps. At the foot of the steps, Undertaker raises his head in similar fashion and rolls his eyes to the back of their sockets, leaving his eyes as two pools of white, giving off a creepy undead feeling to The Reaper. Undertaker opens his palms, which are covered in leather gloves to the roof and raises his arms slowly, restoring light in proportion to the height of his limps. The Deadman grits his teeth as his eyes move back into their normal position and the arena is bathed in the former light that was taken for The Deadman’s entrance. The smooth polished surfaces of the arena reflect the bright lights and there is a noticeable black mark on the canvas, which glows around the dark spot. A microphone has been left in the centre of the ring for Undertaker to deliver his message to both his aggressors and the WWE Universe. The Deadman has no hat this week, so he allows his dark hair to drape over his path of vision before flapping on to his shoulder as he raises himself upright, looking both noble and terrifying in his gothic glory. Having been allowed a magnanimous portion of Raw’s television time with his elongated entrance, Undertaker bends over swiftly and grasps the amplification device in the middle of the ring. Undertaker towers above the turnbuckles and is like a tower amongst the ring while another athlete would appear more diminutive in this situation. Undertaker holds the microphone in his favoured right hand and raises it a few inches from his face and has his left arm slightly bent at the elbow so to gesticulate during the promo. Undertaker draws a short breath, allowing his chest to puff out and then collapse before beginning.
Undertaker pauses to switch the microphone to his weaker left arm and raises his right arm to gain attention and thrusts it back and forth to get his message, all while the sudden influx of his creatures of the night cheer wildly for the “Man from the Darkside”. The camera focuses in for a head and shoulders shot of Undertaker as he proceeds in his promo.
The fans weren’t sure what to make of Undertaker professing his less than positive opinion of one of their more favoured superstars in Triple H, but cheered him nonetheless for he still possessed the star power from victory at the Royal Rumble to sway the crowd. Undertaker sucked in his lower lip, making the skin taught and stretched as he itched it with his free hand, all while his eyes darted towards the rafters as his mind pondered how to open another topic.
Undertaker moves the microphone to his stronger side as though he wanted to appear dominant and powerful for his next message. The fans roar with renewed vigour as they latch on to the subject at hand by their own gumption. Undertaker’s upper lip is upturned in disgust and odium for his next subject or rather person smoulders in his eyes. The technical crew alternate between cameras to get the best shots of Undertaker as he moves this way and that and is very animated in the final subject of the night.
The crowd erupt with deafening cheers as Undertaker drops the microphone back to its spot in the centre of the ring mat, sending a resounding thud across the speaker system which is barely audible over the screams of the fans, who are rampant in the stands. The lights dim to Undertaker’s trademark lighting style and a spotlight returns to The Deadman, who is making his way to the other end of the ring. The camera tracks Undertaker from the beginning of the entrance ramp as he exits the ring and makes his way back up the entrance ramp at a quicker place to his entrance with his Graveyard Symphony playing him out. At the foot of the ramp, Undertaker thrusts his arm into the air, sending red gushed of flame belching from the stage and purging the darkness around them, Undertaker lowers his arm very deliberately, taking his time and doesn’t exit through the curtain back to the Gorilla Position until his arm is back by his side. As soon as the Lord of Darkness exits the arena, light floods the arena, unveiling Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler at the announcers table to sign off for a quick commercial break until the real action for Raw’s 20th Anniversary episode begins.
Jim Ross gives a friendly nod, concealing his features temporarily behind the brim of his hat as the caption of him and his broadcast partner ceases and a World Wrestling Empire logo replaces them, the logo is ensued by the WWE’s sponsors getting their air time.
EORP
(OOC: Feedback is welcome if you wish to give it
I was a little rushed towards the end as I wrote most of this in a two hour time frame. The RP is quite expansive in case my partner doesn’t show up 
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Good Luck to CM Punk and Tyler Marshall.
The rhythmic patter of Undertaker’s feet stopped at a door at the end of a corridor with his name engraved into gold star upon the door. The bronze handle gave a groan as he put the weight of his arm upon it, as did the hinges as the door swayed open. The room had been already been prepared for a man of his standing, the blinds were down and the lights were off. Three yards forward on the pinewood floor and Undertaker reached an uncomfortable bench without any support for his back, yet he set himself upon it and leaned forward, still lost in the confines of his own, complex mind. Undertaker was rather placid for a man who had been informed he wouldn’t get to face an old rival of his; Maven as he had been pulled from the tag match, moreover an unknown had filled his spot in the main event of the 20th anniversary of Raw! Undertaker still pondered the concept of unison, in a wrestling business of all places. His love for the concept was murdered, the very night his family passed away and his brother was brutally scarred by his own hand. In a vicious hellfire he and his younger brother, Kane had started, Undertaker’s entire life was devoured by the same fire that consumed his home. With nothing left, Undertaker had turned to the Darkside and realised that he was the manifestation of evil, an angel of death embodied in the flesh and assigned with the task of reaping the souls of mortal men who encounter him on the lonely path he treads. It was upon this realisation that unison was cast out for he no longer required strength in numbers, for the strength of his arm and his all conquering will could bring a score of mortal men to their knees and if it came down to it, Undertaker could fell both his opponents for the night if he had to. For death is infallible and is impossible to resist in its lifelong insistence. Tonight will finally be the night that The Reapers hands enclose upon the neck of CM Punk and he experiences the touch of death and cackles as he desperately reaches for air before being chokeslammed to the canvas. Punk would rue his folly, he will curse the fact that he had the impudence to call out a Phenom, to think he could cheat the earthly incarnation of death suggests he is intoxicated by his ego and is delusional from authority over his Straight Edge Army. CM Punk will leave the arena despondent and questioning his ability for none can resist The Phenom and those who challenge him Rest In Peace! Yes, tonight will be the night that CM Punk goes sober from his own ego and is left cold turkey, confined with the fact that a mortal blow had been struck to his ego and his self image has plummeted in the eyes of those around him. Undertaker looks up to the blinds, the ring of light around them has faded as night has swept over the city, hope has faded for Punk as the shadow of The Phenom has crept over him and the city, tonight is the night.
From outside Undertaker’s locker room window, World Wrestling Empire staff scurry across the tarmacadam ground, which is solid as they hurry across. There is a white van with worn paint and scratch marks which suggest the vehicle has been keyed on numerous occasions and the driver has neglected to maintain their work van. The doors at the rear of the van are open and the WWE workers are shifting various paraphernalia from the vehicle before transferring it to the rear door of the arena, where others await. The Undertaker’s locker room had been placed at a quiet spot of the arena on purpose to prevent upsetting The Phenom, but it does little to deter the noise of twenty thousand fans who have congregated within the arena and at the entrance, needless to say these fans are impatient having had to queue to have their ticket studs taken by the staff working the entrance to the arena. The usual humdrum of the district in the height of twilight had been transformed into a noisy utopia or wrestling fans, who are sandwiched before the entrance. The moon is partially obscured by dark clouds, which are fast fading in the poor light and now resemble grey brush strokes against a black canvas by the hand of God, leaving the vigilant moon squinting past the clouds in a crescent shape. Through the entrance way, many fans stroll this way and that as they assess the merchandise on sale (most of it at an exorbitant price) and the snack bar before entering through the appropriate door. Inside the door, the titantron is running through the anniversary for Monday Night Raw’s 20th Anniversary, with matches such as Undertaker & Triple H vs CM Punk & Tyler Marshall as well as a First Blood match for the Celtic Title! Hundreds of fans have already taken to their seats and are numbers enough to circumnavigate the dome in unison. The pyrotechinics desk is getting prepared, as are staff members by the announcers desk, but the ring has already been constructed hours prior to the fans being permitted entrance. The ring ropes glisten beneath the intense lights fixed upon the rafters and are a rich shade of white, like marble and is as hard as marble too for those who aren’t well versed in hitting the ring ropes properly. In the ring, the white mat emits a healthy sheen which promises to break the falls or the backs of many athletes tonight on the 20th Anniversary of Monday Night Raw. At the top of the ramp across from the titantron, last minute jobs are being finished by workers and from where they stand, it feels as though their feet are at the edge of a precipice, looking down from the stage to the floor far below. Many fans wish for blood and for all the extremities to be pulled out tonight and perhaps someone will be thrown off and made decedent by The Phenom inside the time frame of only a few hours. Yet it is waiting in the hour before that seems to stretch on like an eternity in the fast paced, vivacious environment of Raw. It seems somewhat contradictory that the most “exciting show on television” could be such a monotonous experience in its early stages.
Undertaker was still seated upon the bench which Vince must have allowed to remain in the dressing room from some sort of team affair in the stadium, where a long backless bench would have been appropriate. Most other locker rooms had been completely refurbished for the occasion to the extent that some looked rather gaudy since the cash had been thrown about without a care. The likes of MVP and his valet Trish Stratus had received an eloquent brown leather couch which complemented the warm shade of paint on the wall and enhanced the entire room. Undertaker’s dressing room was another story, in fact it was a direct contrast to the other locker rooms with white walls that had faded from neglect from staff in the arena and stains now marred the once spotless walls. The WWE logo upon the floor was discoloured in the poor light and the ring of light about the blinds had vanished. Despite the poorly state of the locker room, Undertaker liked it for it was dark, quiet and wasn’t over the top. The Phenom leant forward on the bench, so his gaze was fixated upon the floor, although he was visualizing something else as his stare was vacant if one were to perceive him in his current state. His intertwining locks of hair are draped over either shoulder and shroud the Undertaker’s face in mystery, but for his piercing steel blue eyes which cut through the black mask of hair. While Undertaker’s eyes are still fixated, his mouth moves to form silent words and a World Wrestling Empire camera enters to see The Phenom in a meditative state. Undertaker is in gothic, Ministry style gear although he isn’t reverting to his old ways of thinking and operating in Thy WWE. As the camera man’s foot enters Undertaker’s peripheral, his mind which appeared to be vacant seems occupied as he looks up to great the camera lens and all the viewers at home. From behind the portable set, consisting of three members of staff grasping microphones and various electronic paraphernalia Todd Grisham emerges with a microphone in hand. Monday Night Raw’s resident interviewer is donning a neat, pinstriped suit which appears to have been tailored and an expensive silk tie of a royal shade of dark blue. Grisham bends down slowly and seats himself near Undertaker cautiously, but scooches a foot or so to the viewers left when the roving, daunting eyes of Undertaker pass over to Todd. By the look on Grisham’s face it’s apparent he feels pinned down and exposed, like all of this thoughts and secrets were on show for Undertaker to inspect, it made him glad he wasn’t an in ring competitor. As Grisham raises the microphone with the WWE logo emblazoned upon the device, a question arises as to why Undertaker had never been interviewed before? Perhaps his new standing with the crowd, who are cheering Undertaker at the moment, or the fact he has cast away his former way of doing things, like the chilling experience of a live sacrifice during Undertaker’s ordeal with The Miz. The Deadman’s face is very neutral as the first question is put to him by Grisham, who isn’t entirely comfortable in Undertaker’s presence, let alone under his intense gaze.
Todd Grisham
I am joined here by Raw superstar, The Undertaker. Undertaker, allow me to congratulate you on your momentous victory at the Royal Rumble two weeks ago in Florida. Now I’ll come to the Royal Rumble in just a moment, but I think I’ll start off with your match tonight where you’re going to team with former Intercontinental Champion Triple H to take on current WWE Champion CM Punk and newcomer and former US Marine, Tyler Marshall. What are your thoughts on the match?
Undertaker
[/center]You know what, Todd? I have plenty of things to say about CM Punk, I have a lot to talk about concerning this marine, Tyler Marshall and I even have a few words for my partner for tonight, Triple H. But I’m going to save that for later, I’d rather go out into my yard live and address the WWE Universe and know that those other three are in the back when I say what is to be said. But I will concede this Todd, none are safe from the wrath of The Undertaker, tonight or any other night.[/color]
Todd Grisham
[/center]Alright, well I’ll move on to the next question and it’s regarding the sudden influx of talent to Raw and Smackdown since your absence due to the sneak attack from CM Punk. What are your opinions on these “young lions” and can Thy WWE be the same for you since their arrival?[/color]
Todd’s last question seems to have lit a fire inside the Phenom’s eyes and there is a gleam in his eye as he turns his head away, which is masked in shadow and dark hair in the poor light. Undertaker straightens his back and turns away from Todd and looks into the camera with a steely look in his eyes.
Undertaker
Todd, there a few men I despise more and no group of individuals who absorb my disdain than these rookies and “young lions”. In my absence following the cowardly attack by CM Punk, a spoliation of the old Thy WWE seems to have occurred. The former pecking order has been tarnished and renegades and rookies line the list, such as Sheamus. A self proclaimed warrior from the lush, rolling hills of Ireland. He claims himself to be a Celt and a true warrior, he is a wishful impressionist who fell in love with the glory of a dead race and a dead tradition. Now McMahon has been brainwashed by this young blood that they belong at the top. If the likes of MVP and Sheamus think they can usurp me as the dominant force of Raw, I will break them. For none of these “Young Lions” have encountered a force more revered and formidable than mine, for my all conquering will and domineering physique shall only result in eternal slumber within the confines of a damp, earthen incarceration by my hand! The former ways of doing things may be gone, but I have evolved and adjusted before and I shall again, if these hungry newcomers are audacious or foolish enough to step in my way, I will introduce them to unprecedented physical and mental torment, the very sort that retired another “rookie”, Dolph Ziggler!Grisham nods in approval of The Deadman’s words before posing the next and penultimate question.
Todd Grisham
Interesting, well are your thoughts on the return of Kurt Angle, the manager of your formidable opponent at the draft?Undertaker
[/center] I will admit I’m pleased to see Kurt Angle return to Thy WWE. I still stick to my views that he lined up Dolph Ziggler like a lamb to the slaughter so he didn’t have to face me, so much for the biggest star on Smackdown. I think he feared me and it proved an insurmountable obstacle and it saddens me, for Kurt is an excellent athlete and I would have enjoyed planting him into the canvas, but I’ll have to wait until a future date for that. But seeing Kurt back brings gladness to my heart, for if he can capture the World Heavyweight Championship, I will be forced to contemplate getting my match with him of getting vindication from CM Punk.[/color]Todd Grisham
[/center] Well Undertaker, my final question ties in with your previous answer regarding who you are going to challenge at Wrestlemania with your Royal Rumble victory. Just who is it going to be? The Raw champion, or the Smackdown champion?[/color]Undertaker leans back and flexes his powerful shoulders subconsciously as he rubs his chin briefly, but thoughtfully before facing Todd Grisham rather sharply, causing his hair to whirl around and Grisham’s eyes to bulge in their sockets at the unexpected movement out of trepidation and surprise.
Undertaker
[/center] As of now Todd, I am not entirely sure, the wrath that bubbles deep inside me still hasn’t subsided and it is most likely that CM Punk will burn in the hellfires of furious vengeance and indignation! But the future is a capricious thing and it isn’t governed by my wrath and expectations nor those of the self righteous CM Punk, no. The titles may lie in different hands come Wrestlemania and that is why I’m going to wait until weeks before to announce my opponent for Thy WWE’s first ever Wrestlemania. Now Todd, if you’ve finished asking questions of me, rid me of yourself and these cameras, I have a match to prepare for and Creatures of the Night to address.[/color]Grisham immediately obliges to Undertaker’s request, springing off the bench with legs that were already in position to leave when the opportunity should arise. Grisham along with the camera crew have swiftly departed within half a minute, leaving Undertaker with the silence of the dark room and his own thoughts to mull over. Undertaker both loathed and loved the silence for what it did to him, he would no longer be encumbered by those such as Todd Grisham and silence normally came to him coupled with darkness which has become part and parcel of The Undertaker. But when the silence comes, he sees it, the roaring hellfire which consumed his old life atop a quiet hill, living in a funeral home with a caring family. As the fire devoured the wood, it consumed the soul of a child, the true Undertaker died in the blaze and had since become embodied with a vicious spirit of death and eternal hatred. There it was once again, the faint feeling of the blazing wood, it made him long for the swirling mists and numbing cold of his graveyard, where the bitter flames don’t smile wryly at him, for it was through the fire he became what he is, yet it is what he resents most. Undertaker would do what he would always do, allow the darkness, the purity of evil to consume him, there was no more guilt, no more hatred or happiness. The Undertaker had burned the bridge of emotion and correlation between he and other people long ago, his old life was gone, all that remains is the eternal task to reap the wayward souls of this world, namely the world of wrestling, a solemn and lonely path he treads alone. It was time to get to the arena. Undertaker stood out of the bench in a squat position, putting all the strain on his thighs as he ascended to his own towering heights at six foot ten, there was no need for a coat or hat for he was in gothic attire tonight. Undertaker set foot outside the dressing room into the dim corridor lights, which were blinding after hours of solitary thought within the confines of the darkness. A stream of artificial light from the filaments in the ceiling stretches across the locker room, but slowly fades and narrows as the door swings upon its hinges, eventually closing, incarcerating the room in the shadow.
Monday Night Raw has been fully set up and the arena has filled out for the 20th Anniversary episode of Raw with the fans having finished at the concession stands, many are already donning their newly purchased merchandise in anticipation of their favourite superstar. Bright lights shine upon smiling faces, many of which have their hands overhead grasping a hold of signs made from luminous card with black markers with unique designs. Many fans are now clad in The Undertaker’s new t-shirt, which is a dark t-shirt with The Deadman’s insignia set against a grey outline followed by a purple outline. On the rear of the shirt, the words “The Phenom, The Undertaker” are written in bold, purple letters with “The Undertaker” directly beneath the prefix. The ring ropes are a deep shade of red and are brightened under the intense arena lights, the ropes and the healthy sheen from them and he mat are very much a metaphor for their importance in wrestling. The ring and its ropes are very much the flesh and blood of wrestling, for they are essential for it all to happen and it simply wouldn’t work without the sacred construction (sacred at least amongst the wrestlers and former wrestlers). Seated at the announcers table are the familiar duo of Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler, who have managed to stick together all the way to a new promotion and have called twenty episodes of Monday Night Raw already. King is sporting a signature t-shirt and black pants along with his usual slicked back hair and grin which seems to be fixated on his face. To the viewers right and Lawler’s left, Jim Ross (the resident announcer) is seated with a light blue Thy WWE shirt and his cowboy hat. Both look awake and ready to call a great edition of Monday Night raw as well as their opening excerpt, which has become a regular occurrence at this stage.
Jim Ross
[/center] Hello folks and welcome to a very special edition of Monday Night Raw! I am Jim Ross and seated beside me is my broadcast partner Jerry “The King” Lawler. Now as I was saying, this weeks edition of Raw is no ordinary episode, it’s a celebration of the 20th episode of Raw to date and we have a great card to match the occasion folks. Our main event sees former Intercontinental Champion Triple H teaming with the winner of the 2010 Royal Rumble, The Undertaker. That formidable pair are going to face current champion CM Punk and newcomer and former marine, Tyler Marshall. Not only that, but we will see The Celtic Title and the Women’s Title defended along with a ladder matcj! Stay tuned folks, we have one hell of a night prepared![/color]Jerry Lawler
[/center] You can say that again JR, Mr McMahon has really gone all out on this one! But there’s one guy I feel sorry for JR, Triple H. The Game has been booked in a tough main event tonight and then he had a match against John Morrison followed by another Raw! You could swear that Vince is trying to have revenge on Triple H for cheating on Stephanie with nearly every Diva here! He hit on all the newcomers and looks to have finally settled with Layla, but now that Steph is with Morrison, it looks like Cerebral Assassin hunting season is open![/color]Jim Ross
[/center] You could be on to something there King, but I’m interested in the way that Undertaker phrased his answer to Todd’s question in that interview. I would have thought it would have been a certainty that Undertaker was going to face CM Punk at Wrestlemania, but The Deadman is keeping his cards close to his chest and has made Maven or whoever holds the World Heavyweight Championship when the decision is made.[/color]Jerry Lawler
[/center] But JR, it could just as easily be a red herring to throw the fans off a little and maybe even to get Punk’s guard down for when the big announcement is really made. But whether Undertaker selects Raw’s champion as his opponent or not, he’s getting a chance against him tonight in a tag team match with Triple H.[/color]Jim Ross
[/center] That’s true King and perhaps a victory tonight will make Undertaker’s decision for him. Now on the topic of Wrestlemania, we are well down the road to it folks and we are just entering the latter stages of that path. With Wrestlemania imminent, you’ll want to order the Pay Per View from you local provider and if you’re lucky enough, you might be able to get a hold of some tickets for our first ever Wrestlemania![/color]Jerry Lawler
[/center] Oh JR I can’t wait for Wrestlemania! If you guys think this card is good, the Wrestlemania card will be a hundred times better and that’s what makes it the biggest night of the year! But we still have some things to do here and a few of the champions may not make it to the big event. But after that huge title defence by Maven and the success rate of CM Punk, I’m pretty convinced that the championships will still be with their current holders come Wrestlemania.[/color]Jim Ross
[/center] Perhaps King, but the World Wrestling Empire is an unpredictable industry and with title shots being given out on Smackdown for a regular show, who knows if the champs can keep the gold within their grasp?[/color]Jerry Lawler
[/center] I suppose JR, but with the current form….[/color]GONG
[/center]Jerry Lawler is silenced by the sudden reverberation of The Undertaker’s signature gong, which has announced the imminent arrival of the World Wrestling Empire’s only Phenom since the first ever night of Monday Night Raw, which saw Undertaker pin current champion, Maven.
GONG
[/center]The gong sounds once more and the arena plunges into sudden darkness, as though a veil of shadow had been cast over the lighting system. The increasing ring of an organ enters the entrance music proportional to an eerie blue light, which increases in intensity along with the squeal of The Deadman’s organ.
GONG
[/center]The gong resounds once more and a low rumble of thunder accompanies it throughout the speaker system along with the crackling sound of lightning, reminiscent to cold water hitting hot liquid rapidly. The gong echoes once more and the sounds of the storm ceases, replaced by the organ which rings clear through the speakers. As the funeral dirge transitions through various instrumentals, the lighting of The Undertaker is at full focus and a bright spotlight cuts through the dimmer shade of blue, pinpointing the spot that the 2010 Royal Rumble winner shall emerge. The fans are rampant with cheers in the stands, which ascend high into the far reaches of the stadium, which is occupied by thousands of enthusiastic fans who have rolled out to see the 20th edition of Monday Night Raw. The Undertaker’s theme draws well into the Graveyard Symphony before Undertaker emerges from the back, garbed in gothic attire with his hair intertwined with a wet or greased up look. As always, Undertaker’s eyes are two pools of concentration and intensity, oblivious to all the fans surrounding him, Undertaker makes his way to the ring at his vintage pace. Undertaker’s shoulders sway gently two and fro as he maintains his steady pace, ambling past screaming fans who yell his name, nicknames or just whoop in excitement. Undertaker seems immune to the vivacity pandemic in the arena, which has claimed every fan inside The Bradley Center, Milwaukee, except The Phenom. The camera crew are on the ramp with Undertaker, zooming in on The Deadman’s face, which is neutral as always, behind him, fans are reaching out to touch Undertaker and waving at the cameras, providing a more active background than the cameras main focus. Undertaker rounds the steel barricade which is obstructing his path to the steps before pausing at the foot of the steel steps. Following a moment of bowing his head, allowing the Dead March to play and for the arena to soak in the aura of The Deadman, Undertaker cocks his head upwards sharply and ascends the steel steps. At the foot of the steps, Undertaker raises his head in similar fashion and rolls his eyes to the back of their sockets, leaving his eyes as two pools of white, giving off a creepy undead feeling to The Reaper. Undertaker opens his palms, which are covered in leather gloves to the roof and raises his arms slowly, restoring light in proportion to the height of his limps. The Deadman grits his teeth as his eyes move back into their normal position and the arena is bathed in the former light that was taken for The Deadman’s entrance. The smooth polished surfaces of the arena reflect the bright lights and there is a noticeable black mark on the canvas, which glows around the dark spot. A microphone has been left in the centre of the ring for Undertaker to deliver his message to both his aggressors and the WWE Universe. The Deadman has no hat this week, so he allows his dark hair to drape over his path of vision before flapping on to his shoulder as he raises himself upright, looking both noble and terrifying in his gothic glory. Having been allowed a magnanimous portion of Raw’s television time with his elongated entrance, Undertaker bends over swiftly and grasps the amplification device in the middle of the ring. Undertaker towers above the turnbuckles and is like a tower amongst the ring while another athlete would appear more diminutive in this situation. Undertaker holds the microphone in his favoured right hand and raises it a few inches from his face and has his left arm slightly bent at the elbow so to gesticulate during the promo. Undertaker draws a short breath, allowing his chest to puff out and then collapse before beginning.
Undertaker
[/center] I am reminiscent of a dragon and often refer to myself as a dragon for in legend, brave knight slays a dragon for treasures and a legacy. Many men have tried to fell me inside this ring, my yard and all have failed in their quest. All of them are lulled by false hope and the promise of the undeniable legacy as the first to stop the Phenom in his tracks, sadly none ever have or ever shall accomplish such a feat. I entered a contest with 30 other gladiators and emerged the greatest of them all. As John Morrison has said, I ascended Mount Olympus and through that meaning I have become immortal, like the Greek gods of old. I have been made eternal by my reputation and the record books for being the irresistible force in the World Wrestling Empire’s first ever Royal Rumble match. As I have aforementioned, I have put my opposition prior to tonight in body bags and left some of the carcasses for my creatures of the night to feast upon. Tonight is no exception on the solemn path I tread, as the Reaper of souls, the torturer of the mind. I will prove my superiority over the “Straight Edge Saviour” CM Punk and perhaps this contest will make my mind up for me, perhaps crushing this champion is too easy and I shall break Maven or maybe I will break Punk’s spirit and devour him on the greatest stage of all.[/color]Undertaker pauses to switch the microphone to his weaker left arm and raises his right arm to gain attention and thrusts it back and forth to get his message, all while the sudden influx of his creatures of the night cheer wildly for the “Man from the Darkside”. The camera focuses in for a head and shoulders shot of Undertaker as he proceeds in his promo.
Undertaker
[/center] But before I speak of my opponents, I’ll mention my partner for the night, Triple H. Teaming with The Game tonight evokes an old saying in my mind: “Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer”. It appears that very principle has been forced upon me tonight by Vince McMahon because in no way are Hunter Hearst Helmsley and myself allies or in league. I have been paired with a man I would gladly tombstone and bury six feet under given the opportunity and I’m certain the feeling is mutual between myself and The Game. After all he has done in such a short time here in Thy WWE and for my past experiences with Triple H, I don’t find him trustworthy and there will be a tingle in my spine with my back to him tonight. I will be in the same corner as a man who bludgeoned fellow superstar Brian Gunn with a sledgehammer at his own home and man who’s treachery I am well versed in from his time in my Ministry. Should Triple H fulfil his perfidious characteristics and meet my expectations, he will burn up in my fury and there will be no dawn for The Game. For Triple H was naught but a pawn in my Ministry, I ensnared him with the promise of power that he didn’t possess and when I felt the need to implode the Ministry, he brought in his personal slut Mickie James whom he impregnated and ran from just like he did Stephanie. The Game has never been in control and for a self professed “Cerebral Assassin”, he has lacked the analytical skill to prevent sinking into the pitfalls he has made in his own career. We signed the contract on the same day and I have won the World Title and the Royal Rumble while he has lingered below me and spent his time pursuing Layla. So Triple H, the unison of our powers is very much an impermanent thing and after tonight, you should watch yourself for none are safe from The Phenom![/color]The fans weren’t sure what to make of Undertaker professing his less than positive opinion of one of their more favoured superstars in Triple H, but cheered him nonetheless for he still possessed the star power from victory at the Royal Rumble to sway the crowd. Undertaker sucked in his lower lip, making the skin taught and stretched as he itched it with his free hand, all while his eyes darted towards the rafters as his mind pondered how to open another topic.
Undertaker
[/center] Hearing that Maven was going to compete in a one night return to his previous brand, it evoked similar feelings as to when I heard Kurt Angle was returning to the World Wrestling Empire. But it didn’t surprise me when Maven pulled himself from the contest, being the narcissistic, egomaniac that he is, being destroyed by an opponent that is indomitable in comparison to him wouldn’t be of his interests, especially when he is supposedly the best that Smackdown has to offer, but both of us are aware of what I did to Smackdown’s best in the month of March, Dolph Ziggler…..Rest In Peace! So a complete rookie, a newcomer to this industry has jumped ahead of every other athlete on the roster to compete in the main event against myself and Triple H and partner CM Punk. This is a remarkably poor decision Vince, if holding on to your newcomers is of your best interests for Tyler Marshall resembles a lamb prepped for the slaughter or a sheep left with a voracious wolf. Marshall won’t last long inside my yard, his military skills will be made redundant inside that ring for it won’t be a battle, it will be an unstoppable Phenom and a newcomer fighting for his soul inside that squared circle. I may have been absent to break in all the other “new blood” who have entered the business, but you Tyler Marshall are coming into my yard and when I wrap my fingers around you throat and slam you into the mat, you will respect me and my ring. McMahon clearly has high hopes for a seasoned war veteran such as yourself, you’ve encountered bombs, ruthless aggressors and live in the midst of death each and every day and supposedly you must handle terror. Tyler, you may think that you’ve encountered true terror, but you haven’t known fear until you’ve stepped inside the squared circle with me and when I am finished with you and I move on to CM Punk, Vince will think twice about you and all the other newcomers, who assume they have been hardened enough to compete in the ring with the likes of myself. Marshall, this isn’t a war, it’s a question of surviving the onslaught that I am bringing to the ring tonight.[/color]Undertaker moves the microphone to his stronger side as though he wanted to appear dominant and powerful for his next message. The fans roar with renewed vigour as they latch on to the subject at hand by their own gumption. Undertaker’s upper lip is upturned in disgust and odium for his next subject or rather person smoulders in his eyes. The technical crew alternate between cameras to get the best shots of Undertaker as he moves this way and that and is very animated in the final subject of the night.
Undertaker
[/center] Finally, I have words for the current WWE Champion here in the World Wrestling Empire, CM Punk. You are the reason that I am without my gold and that I have had to rise out of the grave following a long absence. It appears that in time gone, you have stopped imploring the fans to your Straight Edge way of life and through the authority of the belt you now demand the crowd to submit to “purity”. It seems to me, you do possess a vise, an addiction that is not wrestling as you claim it to be. You are an egomaniac who gets his highs from power, the mere thought of thousands of fans conforming with you is your “vision”, yet really it will be your greatest high yet. What will it be after your army has ended, the Straight Edge Nation? You feed your immense ego through your addiction to authority and supremacy. Your disorder emerged from childhood, when a drunken father who wasn’t within your boundaries of power nearly tore you and your family apart. So you used Straight Edge as a way to separate yourself from the weakness and the place where you have no power, no way to get your fix. But your Straight Edge Army is an intelligent ploy, not only does it satisfy you, it also protects you from the rest of the roster, who loathe you as champion and it elevates you above myself. You are well aware of your inferiority and through raising an “army” in coalition with your society you deem yourself untouchable. However, I will have shot at your title for it is a guarantee at Wrestlemania and tonight is the first time you will get to sample the wrath of The Undertaker. For you see Punk, the flames of my wrath, the potency of my indignation if anything has intensified rather than dwindle and this fire still burns inside the bowels of my very being, a gut desire to see you lifeless on the mat with the WWE Championship in my grasp once more. I have a thirst for blood Punk and when I spill yours in the ring and have my vindication that thirst will be quenched. Tonight you battle a Phenom and tonight I introduce you to your worst nightmare……..CM Punk…..you will…………REST…….IN……………PEACE![/color]The crowd erupt with deafening cheers as Undertaker drops the microphone back to its spot in the centre of the ring mat, sending a resounding thud across the speaker system which is barely audible over the screams of the fans, who are rampant in the stands. The lights dim to Undertaker’s trademark lighting style and a spotlight returns to The Deadman, who is making his way to the other end of the ring. The camera tracks Undertaker from the beginning of the entrance ramp as he exits the ring and makes his way back up the entrance ramp at a quicker place to his entrance with his Graveyard Symphony playing him out. At the foot of the ramp, Undertaker thrusts his arm into the air, sending red gushed of flame belching from the stage and purging the darkness around them, Undertaker lowers his arm very deliberately, taking his time and doesn’t exit through the curtain back to the Gorilla Position until his arm is back by his side. As soon as the Lord of Darkness exits the arena, light floods the arena, unveiling Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler at the announcers table to sign off for a quick commercial break until the real action for Raw’s 20th Anniversary episode begins.
Jim Ross
[/center] Well there you have it folks, those were the words reserved for CM Punk, Tyler Marshall and unexpectedly Triple H, who seems to harbour much of Undertaker’s disdain, unbeknownst to us and the WWE fans.[/color]Jerry Lawler
[/center] Yeah JR, like I said before, there is a lot of hate for Triple H and Undertaker is one of the men participating in the Cerebral Assassin hunting season, haha![/color]Jim Ross
[/center] Perhaps so King, but we have to go away for a minute. Stay right there though, because we have a fantastic opening contest in a Women’s Championship fatal four way including Katrina, Daffney, Jillian and Layla, followed by a first blood match for the Celtic Title! All that and more when Monday Night Raw’s 20the Episode Anniversary returns![/color]Jim Ross gives a friendly nod, concealing his features temporarily behind the brim of his hat as the caption of him and his broadcast partner ceases and a World Wrestling Empire logo replaces them, the logo is ensued by the WWE’s sponsors getting their air time.
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(OOC: Feedback is welcome if you wish to give it
I was a little rushed towards the end as I wrote most of this in a two hour time frame. The RP is quite expansive in case my partner doesn’t show up 
)Good Luck to CM Punk and Tyler Marshall.
