Ascension: Royal Rumble

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event
The Royal Rumble Match
Aaron (RAW)
Barton (Smackdown)
Ben Connor (Smackdown)
Beno (RAW)
CM Punk (RAW)
Crisis (RAW)
Dominic Reynolds (Smackdown)
Edge (Smackdown)
Freedom (Smackdown)
GreenSpark (Smackdown)
Hulk Hogan (RAW)
Jacob Senn (RAW)
James Chaos (RAW)
Joey The Bastard (Smackdown)
John Cena (Smackdown)
Justin Time (RAW)
K. Orton (Smackdown)
Killa Outlaw (Smackdown)
Mark Greenburg (RAW)
Maven (Smackdown)
MVP (Smackdown)
Professor of Thuganomics (Smackdown)
Randy Orton (RAW)
Randy Savage (Smackdown)
Rhino (Smackdown)
Sting (RAW)
The Rock (Smackdown)
TJ Williams (RAW)
Triple H (RAW)
Xavier Oden (Smackdown)

The main event of the night will be the rumble match. Now I don't know your numbers but I guess Speedwagon PMed you the numbers. I wish you all good luck.

Post your RP below.

[Niall]

Wordlife hits the speakers and POT comes running out with the fans screaming for him. He is wearing his trademark Liverpool ChainGang 11 shirt and grey Carbrini bottoms. He stops at the top of the ramp and does a Salute before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, jumping up and doing his Double Horn taunt. He climbs the turnbuckle and does the Double Horn salute again. He climbs back down and takes a mic from Steve Cruise.

I am coming in at the Rumble and taking out the trash,
XKO or Rock cant stop me, Im kicking both their ass.
And whether I enter at 30 or 1,
I'll eliminate Rock, make him realise he's done.
Rock, you cant stop talking 'bout me, Do you love me that much,
POT's untouchable, Rock just aint got nothing to touch.
I will win it on behalf of Smackdown and my fans,
They deserve better, not Rock, the Super Sized Bed Pan.


The crowd start cheering for this display of talent

XKO I aint forgot about you because of Rock,
I swing a steel chain, but you can swing from my(holds mic up to fans as they finish the line).
I know everything about you, but about me you know jack,
Wanna talk trash about me, say it to my face, pretend you got a ballsack.
Rock, Im glad your back but your act is getting old,
Wont someone good comeback, me, I'd prefer Stone Cold.
But there's 29 other men gonna be in that ring,
I'll throw out them all, prove Im the Next Big Thing.
I hear Killa Outlaw's in it, yea, yea, he's a big dog and Imma pup, but I bark this,
For him to eliminate me tonight, he'll need an army full of darkness.
Justin Time is another one, He's an Icon,
But if you make a mistake, I'll bite ya', like a python.
Then we got Beno, The One and Only,
Allow me to steal a line from Rock, he's The new King Jabroni.

The crowd start chanting POT! POT! POT! POT!

We got a great superstar in Barton,
Just kidding, he wrestles worse than a retarded sparton.
We got the guy who retired HBK, Sting,
I'll stretch your ass so far, the crowd will think your Yao Ming.
Jacob Senn is obsessed with the Deadman,
Please stop saying it, we heard you the first 600 times it was said man.
Back to JT, the Icon Champ,
He thinks the fans love him, when he walks down that ramp.
He's a serious actor, but has anyone seen even one of his movies,
He spent his childhood getting everything he wanted, I spent mine in Juve

The crowd's cheering reaches a near deafening level

Back to Rock, he's the Peoples Champ,
With the millions in attendance, they start the Rocky chant.
Step up to him and it will definetly make you famous,
Hunter, Shawn, it dont matter what your name is.
The Brahma Bull, you knows he's ready to Rumble,
He raises the People's Eyebrow, then makes you crumble,
You stumble right into the Rock Bottom,
Square dance with Rock, there aint no stopping.
From dropping the People's Elbow, you might aswell tap now,
There aint no stopping him from Laying the Smackdown.
When the dust has settled, all the smoke has clear,
It'll be The Rock standing with his arm in the air.
Be prepared, Only one question left to be put in,
Do Ya Smell What The Rock Is Cooking!
BULLSHIT!!!

POT! POT! POT! POT!

Rock, you teamed with sock,
You think your a jock,
Allow me to choke you out again with another lock,
Then lay your ass down for the second pass out.
I'ma take this Chain and Lock, shine it up good, turn it sideways,
Stick it straight up your Candy Ass, By the way Mick says have a nice day.
Its time for me to get a title to match my Brass Nux,
Thy WWE chant it loud ROCK SUCKS!!!!

Rock Sucks! Rock Sucks! Rock Sucks!

I was looking to battle Jay Z,
Hes supposed to be a stiff MC.
But he pussied out, (takes out phone)Bonnie where the fuck is Clyde at,
He ducked me like a bitch for a tiny, little Battle Rap.
I dont care what you say, fuck it,
Beyonces a cover up dude, we know you take it in the bucket.
He's the King of New York, I'ma kid from the cella',
The only way Jay Z stays hard is by Rockin' another Fella.
Sorry I didnt have much time to dis you,
Im focused on Rock and XKO, they are my real issue.
XKO, you wanna Black Ball me, well at least I gotta ballsack,
If you lived at a Sperm Bank, you still couldnt get your comeback.
Apparently, all the girls love you,
The only Bush you've seen is by watching George W.

POT! POT! POT! POT! POT!

I'ma Main Event Playa', Your fools in the background,
I take over you, then I take over SmackDown.
He could to a show in his living room and still not sell out,
Thy WWE is my turf, get the Fuck Out!!!
Yo it's Thuganomics, Hot as Hell,
XKO's just a bad idea, like the XFL.
I win the Rumble, main event Mania, You see me, Your out of luck,
Dont like what Im saying? I just dont give a fuck.
Now, I know what your saying, my chances of winning,
Slimmer than a busload of anorexic women.
Like Hugh Hefner on viagra, I aint back down,
Anything can happen, when I Lay Down the SmackDown.
I shocked the world, made the Rock fall,
Left him like a clear pool table, with no balls.
Im here for one reason,
The World Title, and it's Hunting Season.

The whole arena is jumping as POT soaks in all of the crowds chants and cheers, he looks around at the fans and drops the mic and walks off

SCENE 2: Deadman watch yo back

Camera pans around a graveyard with funeral gongs being heard aroud the arena with the fans screaming as they sense The Deadmans presence. Suddenly POT jumps into scene wearing a new Black Liverpool CHAINGANG 11 shirt and a Black Liverpool cap whth two red stripes down the middle. The fans pause at this very unsuspecting moment before a bit of booing breaks out. He looks around smiling and throwing up the double horns.

What, you expecting somebody else, now you gonna hate on me, Thats cold,
Deadman, I know your watching, admit it, you was never deceased,
You'd drive from funeral just to hit on the priest.
I heard rumours bout you, you used to beat of men often,
I spoke to Paul Bearer, he said you shared the same coffin.
You was never a deadman, the whole time, you was fakin',
Fans think you can beat me, your gravely mistaken.
Your fans dont even miss you,
You aint a Dead man, you just a dead issue.
Deadman, you was always just all bark,
I'ma take your territory, piss right on the mark.
Wordlife!!!

POT kicks a gravestone over before pointing to one that says 'The Rock's career 1995-2011'. He smiles before standing up and pissing on it as the scene fades out.

SCENE 3: The Dream

Brian Gunn is seen standing by with Raw Interviewer, Burris Troy.

Burris Troy: Im standing here with the number one contender for Sheamus' World Championship tonight, Brian Gunn. Brian, any last words heading into tonights title match?

BG: Sheamus had better wa-....

POT walks into shot clapping his hands and laughing wearing his new black Liverpool CHAINGANG 11.

BG: What the fuck do you want!

POT: Just wanna hear what Sheamus' next victims last words are.

BG: I dunno who you think you are, bu-....

POT: I think I am the next Royal Rumble winner talking to the next loser Rick Speedwagon has sacrificed to Sheamus. You wanna be me, admit it BG, you want a new start away from Speedwagon, you want to be with me on Smackdown.

BG: Piss off, Im fine where I am

POT: So you say BG, but I dont believe you. No one does.

BG: Shouldnt you be writing a piss poor rap right now POT.

POT: You want a rap, ok, gimme a moment.
You run around thinking you the devil,
I dont respect you, simply because you aint on my level.
You had kids with Layla, Im quite jealous at that,
Now I can just simply take away their father with a baseball bat.
Your the poster child for the Birth Control pill,
Layla goes down quicker than a ho for a $5 bill.
You cant see me bro, I'ma legend, pay me some respect,
If your late on paying I`ma come and collect.
I'll teach you a lesson like Jackie Chan did,
But you aint Jayden Smith, and this aint no Karate Kid.
My dicks like Rock, everbody beats it,
Layla's like Cottage Pie, everybody eats it.
Im better than you and you know it,
My dicks like the class recorder, go and fucking blow it.
I have seen Layla's Smooth issue,
I must've went through, 5, 10, 20 tissues.

BG: You better fuck up, you Vanilla Ice wannabe.

POT: You want Vanilla Ice, no problem.
Stop, collaborate and listen,
POT's back with a new proposition,

BG stares at him in anger and confusion before walking off. POT laughs and walks over to Burris Troy.

POT: Im back man, now piss off, Trenton, over here.

Burris walks away as Trenton walks on and begins to speak before being cut off by POT.

POT: Man, your only here because the GM made this interview time, so just sit back and listen to the next World Champ. Lemme tell you about my lifestyle. Hustle, Loyalty, Respect. If someone shows me disrespect then I will show you even worse pain than you can imagine. Just look at what happened to Rock, I made him pass out to the STFU. Tonight I vow to break every record, from most eliminations, to most time in the ring during the match. The first elimination I will make tonight will be right now.

POT turns around and grabs Trenton as he screams for help and POT screams at him to stop it and headbutts him, he watches as Trenton falls to the floor. POT takes the Chain and Lock from around his neck and wraps it around his fist, he waits on Trenton standing up, and nailing him with a vicious shot to the skull. He gets him on the ground and pounds at his face before unwrapping the chain and applying an STFU using the chain, Blood is now oozing out from the face of the unconcsios body of Trenton. Security rush to his aid and pulls POT off of him, POT gets up and stares dead into the camara.

POT: THIS IS JUST THE FUCKING START!!!!

POT walks off just randomly striking backstage workers as the countdown can be heard....

...10...
...9...
...8...
...7...
...6...
...5...
...4...
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...2...
...1...


WORDLIFE!!!

POT walks out with a ring full of superstars. He is wearing his Black Liverpool CHAINGANG 11 shirt, Black Liverpool cap with two red stripes down the middle, grey carbrini bottoms. He has a mic in his hands...

POT: Get ready, cause you are about to witness history before your very eyes. WORDLIFE!!!!

POT drops the mic, takes his hat and shirt off and throws them into the crowd which sparks a fight. He takes off his chain, which is covered in blood, and hands it to the official on the outside before running into the ring to join in the big fight as the scene ends.

SCENE 4: Last Rumble Training Session

Scene opens with POT waking up, he lies on his King Sized bed and looks from left to right and sees two girls, both twins, he smiles before looking at the clock on his phone.

Shit

POT jumps out of the bed and falls over someone lying on the floor of the bedroom, he gets changed into his usual gear and packs a bag with water, wristape, hats, extra shirts and leaves the room before walking back in and taking his chain before leaving. POT walks out of the front door of his San Antonio home and climbs into his white spotless Lamborghini Gallardo Bicolore with a black roof. He speeds out of the driveway and onto the motorway, glancing at the clock on the dashboard-16:48. He needs to be in the gym at 16:50 with HBK for his last training session before the rumble. He turns a left right into traffic stretching for as long as the eye can see. His phone starts vibrating on the passanger seat and he picks it up and accepts the call.

"Shawn I dont think I will make it on time, caught in fucking traffic."

"Bob, I dont need to be doing this, hurry up"

A click is heard as HBK hangs up the phone, traffic appears to finally be moving but not fast enough and POT sees a quite narrow alleyway but decides to drive through it anyway just barely missing the walls, but coming through at the other end. He drives down the road and pulls up outside a gym. He takes his bag and climbs out of the car and into the gym to see HBK standing there. He doesnt look happy either but still invites POT into the gym's arena to practise for the rumble. He calls 2 young guys over and tells them to stand at the ring, one was tall, about 6'3, and wore an old pair of HBK tights from the 90's and the other was quite short, around 5'6, and wore a Lucha Libre like attire. He tells POT and the lucha libre like guy to get in the ring.

"This will help you deal with guys like Sin Cara"

POT and the highflyer, Pablo. lock up and POT throws him to the corner but he runs up the turnbuckle and goes for a Whisper and the Wind but POT catches him mid air with a powerbomb. HBK starts shouting encouragement at him. POT picks him up and throws him out of the ring as the other guy climbs in and POT immeadiatly runs at him and delivers a flying shoulder block and another and another before hitting a spinning side slam(Cenas move to setup the 5 Knuckle Shuffle)and iits a 5 Knuckle Shuffle, waits on him to stand before hitting an FU over the top rope to the floor.

"Well done now lets work on your endurance, go on a run around the city for around half an hour."

Scene ends with POT walking out of the gym.

SCENE 5: An Unexpecting Appearance

Scene opens at a Smackdown house show with POT standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand. He is now wearing a black Acension PPV shirt with POT spray painted over it in red and a pair of grey carbrini bottoms.

POT: Im untouchable, right down to the walk,
get yo cell phones out, cause im calling out Rock.

All of a sudden Wordlife hits the speakers and a figure comes walking out acting like a rapper. He takes off his hat and its Funaki. He runs into the ring and mocks an angry POT.

Funaki: POT, I challenge you to a battle rap right now

POT: You cant see me dawg, you couldnt find two lines to rhyme if your brain had lowjack,
How am I gonna get out battled by a wannabe kojak

Funaki: Yo yo yo Funaki in the house dawg,
I cant wait to Christmas to eat my Yule Log.
Im back for one night only, to out rap you, Bob Cena,
Make your face redder than a ribena.
Funaki has already beat you,
I've just beat you, thats my week long ambition.

POT: Spitting that slang you better think twice,
The only thing you know about dogs is how to make them fried rice.
Im Bobby C,
My styles smooth, never choppy.
#1 announcer's me,
It aint Funaki.
Funaki, son, you'd better reconsider, bro,
I'll cut your two toned mullet and kick you dead in the camel toe.
You should go back to announcing, this whole thing is a waste man,
I gotta battle you, your choking yourself with your waistband.

POT throws the mic up in the air and Funaki goes to catch but POT kicks him in the balls and he falls to the floor. POT FU's him then rips off the rappers clothes before walking off as the scene ends.

SCENE 6-Meeting Maryse

Scene opens with POT standing in the back with Maryse while the show comes back from commercial break.

POT: Hey Maryse, hows it going?

Maryse: Im good POT, how about you?

POT: Same, so to the next Divas Champ, I know you like to show off,
(looks at camera) I like her better with her clothes off.

Maryse expression changes from happy to shocked as POT laughs with the crowd.

POT: Dont get me wrong the mag was hot, I must've went through like thirty,
Gave a whole new meaning to the words 'Beef Jerky'
Almost every diva wants to put you on the shelf,
In Twilight they suck blood, you suck something else.
I gotta go go, c'ya,
Dont be shaking anyone hands though, stop the spread of gonorrhea.

Maryse: How dare you speak to me that way POT.

POT: You think Im disrespectful, cause my mouths filthy,
Well, if winnings a crime, Maryse, you aint guilty.
I say what I want, when I want, and Im always controversial,
Maryse, your nothing but a 5 second commercial.

POT walks off smirking as Maryse looks stunned. POT walks back into scene again while Maryse starts laughing.

POT: So what ya think?

Maryse: Very good, bet those freaks, sorry fans didnt have a clue.

POT: Told ya I was good, now I gotta go for my match, later.

POT walks off as the scene ends

EORP

[djackson721]

After a Thy WWE Ascension commercial comes back from the break Rhino's theme music hits the PA as he is greeted by a huge pop from the Thy WWE fans


He run's down the ramp as his fireworks goes off and slides into the ring


His theme music stops as he goes to grab a microphone

Rhino: Wow, it sure as hell feels good to be back into a wrestling ring after three long years. And to get a reaction like that from you people really comes from the heart knowing i'm not a sellout and that I love this buisness.

The Thy WWE fans chant Rhino's name in respect

Rhino: Now then, on a more important note, with me being here I made it my mission to capture championship gold around my waist and by doing that in my first match against Sin Cara I destroyed him as my first victim to achieve that gold.

Rhino lowers the mic to hear a reaction from the fans as it is positive, he then brings the mic back up to his lips


Rhino: Now after one match, i'm in my first ever ppv here and that is Thy WWE Ascension. 30 men get into the ring, only ONE is left standing in it. And there are 29 other competitors power hungry, blood-driven, and determined as me to win this very match. But, are they more determined than the The War Machine? I don't think so, because you see there's a lot of talent in the back and you fans here know I make it my buisness hurting people and getting the job done. So in this Rumble, I plan to do what I always do and that is to KICK SOME ASS!!!.

Rhino chuckles as he looks around so see the Thy WWE fans chant his name even more


Rhino: My time is now! This is'nt about any Chaingang or the People's Champ this is about The Man Beast, The Gore Machine, The War Machine, RHINO!!. Smackdown needs a new star to take Thy WWE to the top and ladies and gentlemen you're looking at him.

Rhino smirks as he yet again hears the response from the fans letting the moment not going away for a second

Rhino: It's time to take things in my own hands now. It's time to prove to the Thy WWE management what I am really capable of, it's time to prove that i'm not second rate to any one in this buisness. So watch out, cause The War Machine is taking Thy WWE by storm.

He pauses for a bit and continues

Rhino: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just 5 days away from one of Thy WWE's biggest ppv's Acension. 5 days away from the biggest match there is here, the Royal Rumble Match. And I hope that those other 29 competitors are praying for their lives, because when you step into the ring with a person like me you're bound to get hurt, badly. And when it's all said and done the only thing you will ever see in you're life, is me charging at you full force with an oncoming
GORE! GORE!! GORE!!!.

Rhino drops the mic as his music hits once again, the fans chant his name one more time as he poses for them as the screen goes black

FIN

[Aaron]

Raw Comes Back From A Ad Break

I AM-Hits the Speakers As Aaron walks onto the stage with blue fireworks going off as the thousands in attendance hold up there signs such as "Aaron The Next Big Thing' and 'Get Aaron Out of THY'But Aaron doesn't give much thought to it he just comes out with his black hoodie,dark blue jeans,wrestling boots and of course his signature weapon the glass chair.As he does his signiture pose on the way to the ring slaps some of the crowds hands but some of the crowd most of them wearing Chaos Shirts Are swearing at him so he chooses to ignore them.He walks up to the side of the ring and places his glass chair inside the ring than he pulls out a wooden dummy and a face mask.He puts the mask on and sets the dummy up in the ring he slides under the bottom rope and pulls out 3 more weapons he pulls out a ladder,a table, and a steel chair. He slides into the ring with the red face mask on and a mic in his hand as he raises it to his mouth preparing to speak to his fans.

Aaron;Well,Well,Well I think we have some Chaos Fans in the crowd tonight

All of the Chaos fans Cheer

Aaron:I don't really know why he's not going to win the Rumble Only the best of the best can win the Royal Rumble And I guess That's Why I'm going to win I could Come in 1st and win I could come in 30th and dominate.

All Of Aaron's fans Cheer

Aaron:Thanks Guys,Well let's have a look at the competitors Let's start with the worst James Chaos He is going to come in the ring and get eliminated 5 seconds flat either by me or any other superstars that are better than him which means he is going to get eliminated by pretty much anyone.

Some of Aarons fans cheer and some of Chaos's fans boo

Aaron:All Of the Superstars.. oh wait i mean wrestlers on Smackdown have no chance The last 4 competitors are going to be all Raw I'm planning on me of course,Justin Time,HHH and Sting are going to be the last 4 for sure because we are all raw and we are all superstars especially me because I will beat Them all.

All Of the fan's boo

Sounds Like we have some Sting fans in the house tonight That mime couldn't win a match against James Chaos and let's be honest nearly everybody can do that.

The Fan's once again boo


Aaron:Shut Up,Let's have a look at Smackdown First at the Peoples Champ 'The Rock' He can't even win a match against P.O.T Nuff Said About That

The Fan's Boo

Aaron:Okay Now to Tell You Why I brought all this stuff in the ring well im just going to show you some of the damage that i can bring in the Rumble Let's start with the Steel Chair

Aaron Picks Up The Steel Chair And Smacks Hit against the wooden Dummy And It Makes a Gigantic CRACK!!!

Aaron:Look At The Damage I've Done here Camera Man come take a look


The Camera Man Zooms in and on the Tron you can see a big dent on the side of the head of the dummy

Aaron:Now to show you what my glass chair can do

Aaron:Picks Up The Glass Chair Kisses it than runs up and Smacks Over the dummys head as the glass goes everywhere.
After a little while Aaron takes off his facemask and shows it to the camera man.

Aaron:Look at this.

On The Face mask you see lots of little glass shards in it

Aaron:Now have a look at the dummy

As it zoom in on the dummy all you can see is little glass shards all over his head

Aaron:Now keep in mind folks This is a wooden dummy now just imagine I actually hit someone with it

The Crowd Gasp

Aaron:Yeah And It is Going to happen to someone you can count on it.
Now The End Of my little enlightening talk is to show everyone that im not afraid of anything

Aaron sets up the ladder than moves onto the table pulls the legs out than sets it up then he picks up the dummy and places him on the table as Aaron start slowly climbing up the ladder and instead of facing the dummy he faces the other and and he jumps once than jumps again this time off the top of the ladder and does a half of a backflip and hits the Dummy putting it through the table with the BEST MOONSAULT EVER

The Screen fades to black

["The Saviour" Jacob Senn]

"Savior" by Skillet plays and he is joined by the lovely Maryse. They walk down to the ring and are both with microphones. Jacob is taunting to the fans with her doing the same.

Jacob Senn:

Let me thank you all for joining me here tonight in what will the second most historic moment my denomination has ever seen. At Ascension, 29 other men will be thrown over the top rope or, if they have the courage that the ThyWWE Universe lacks, they can be saved by their Saviour. Unfortunately, not everyone can win the Royal Rumble.

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The fans are booing at Jacob because of his remark about their courage.

Jacob Senn:

As I was saying, not everyone can win the Royal Rumble match. Just like not everyone can be saved. There are people here, in this very arena, that will not ever have the reserve and dedication in their heart to follow in my footsteps. At Ascension, I will be the first-ever Saviour Royal Rumble Match Winner. Watch my rise here at Ascension. Who will be my victim like Mark Greenberg was on last week's RAW? I am better than him, I am better than the entire locker room, and I am better than every single one of you here today. I will fulfill my destiny, which is to win this Royal Rumble.

The fans boo because they think he should not win.

Jacob Senn:

Now, I want to talk about a few men. Brian Gunn, a poor, wretched soul and possibly World Champion, who thinks he should give away his soul like that to become a big star here. You don't have to sell your soul. It is very valuable and it could mean the difference of you enjoying your afterlife or being in agony in it for the rest of your life.

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Jacob's face is serious after the final sentence.

Jacob Senn:

Barton, a former tag team champion. Apparently, he is one of the few who has been said to be the Royal Rumble. He will not become it because he does not have the attributes of a Saviour and is not even saved in the glory of Eternity. Barton, heck even any other participant than Eternal, you need to as soon as you get in, you need to tuck your tail between his legs and run right over the ring. Then, let the big boys, Eternal, handle it and see who is Royal Rumble winner.

The fans start to boo at the idea.

Jacob Senn:

Tonight, I am going to do two things. The first, I am going to prove some of you wrong. Tonight, I am going to prove to you that I am the real deal. That I am a true Saviour. Look at the titantron to see the glorious miracle that I am capable of doing.

The fans turn their heads as the gaze upon the screen.

Jacob Senn:

You see, not a single person, other than me, could do this in this arena. Now, some of you may be believers and some of you may still be critics. All of this is good. On RAW, I will make another miracle happen. But now, I am here to introduce the inaugural members of my denomination. In fact, they are all under contract in ThyWWE. Please welcome my denomination.

Four men with hoodies on appear in the ring out of nowhere. They are wearing hoodies to protect their identities.

Jacob Senn:

Of course, you know my new valet, the beautiful, gorgeous, and the only person who should be Divas Champion, MARYSE! Now the others: First, "The War Machine" and my personal bodyguard, RHINO!; Then, the newest member to the roster and an interesting individual, AARON!; Then, a man who has done outstanding here, P.O.T.!; Finally, Maryse's Team Cold Blood partner and also one of my best friends here, "Silent Killer" K.ORTON!

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One by one after he says their names, they take of their hoodies. They are not only showing their identities, but also their ring gear.

Jacob Senn:

These five souls came to me and gave their lives to wanting their legacy to be eternal in ThyWWE. These five had the courage to want to better themselves. At Ascension, we will fight till all four of us are left in the Rumble and see who becomes victorious, and Maryse will become the new Divas Champion. We are Eternal and our legacy will be the same.

"Line in the Sand" by Motörhead plays and Eternal raises their hands in a fists showing that they are united as the screen fades.

OOC: This was meant to be here and updated.

[Deleted]

The lights begin to flicker in the arena as Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven plays over the arena as Angel makes his way out to the ring. Inside the ring are numerous individuals in the Battle Royal and Angel stands on the apron causing the pyro to explode as he walks over the top rope, he pushes back two guys attempting to eliminate him early. Angel throws each in opposite corners and clotheslines one and then the other one. Angel assists the elimination of one wrestler as he returns his focus to the two wrestlers who tried to eliminate him earlier. He Chokeslams one over the top rope and the other one ran at Angel with a full head of steam but Angel sidesteps him and lowers the rope thus eliminating him as well.

The announcers continue to talk about how dominating Angel is in this Battle Royal tonight as Angel continues on hurting more wrestlers and eliminating them when the time is opportunist for elimination.

Angel quickly eliminates another three wrestlers from the battle royal. Angel looks over at the titantron and sees that the last guy has already came down into the ring and been eliminated so he teams up with other wrestlers in the battle royal to gain more eliminations before eliminate his incumbent tag team partner to win the battle royal.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner……Angel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Angel grabs a microphone as he leans against the ropes trying to catch his breath before beginning to speak to the capacity crowd live in the arena and the millions watching at home.

Angel: First things first, as you can all see my ring attire are different from usual. (He is not wearing his normal blue plaid shirt with the sleeves cutoff and his trademark black mask is now red and he is wearing a black shirt as well.) I’m no longer going to be known as Mark Greenberg in this ring from now on I’m Angel. Tonight I’m in the royal rumble match and as I just showed moments ago that I’m a guaranteed pick to win. I’m not giving out my number so that my opponents can figure out a strategy to use against me so tonight when my number comes up and I make my way back out to this ring, you’re going to feel the full wrath of the Prince of Darkness. I know normally that winning the royal rumble match gives the winner a chance at the champion in the main event two months later which usually is WrestleMania but this time I’m not sure what the pay-per-view is this time not that it really matters.

Angel: Tonight is also the first pay-per-view back for the blue show Friday Night SmackDown so I wish them good luck tonight as their men are in the rumble match representing SmackDown while myself and a few chosen individuals are representing the Raw brand, the dominate brand, the brand where the real men wrestle unlike SmackDown where the kiddies play.

Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven plays as Angel walks out of the ring and back to his locker room to get ready for the Royal Rumble match later tonight. The preshow goes to commercials.

[The Ben Connor Project]

OPENING SCENE :

The Scene opens with a feed from what appears to be an office of some type. The large wooden book case and the neat desk, made of the same wood are two of the features that stands out the most, but that soon becomes a mere backdrop as Paul Hyman steps into frame and takes a seat behind the desk. He fold his hands and pauses for a brief moment, before he begins to speak while looking directly into the camera.

Paul Heyman : Good evening ladies and gentleman, as most of you know, I am Paul Heyman, and I have earned a reputation, if you will, as a manager in professional wrestling. I have brought you superstars such as Brock Lesnar and I have helped elevate the careers of men such as The big Show, Kurt Angle and many more. But my intention is not to coast on past accolades in this public address. Instead, I would like to announce that I have been in negotiations with a new client recently, named Ben Connor. And I would like to take this opportunity to announce that as of next week he will officially be a member of the TY WWE EMPIRE, and a proud member of the Smackdown roster.

Heyman sits back in the chair, and locks his fingers behind his head. He appears to be much more relaxed now, as he continues to speak

Paul Heyman : Now these last few weeks, as news broke people have been coming up to me asking about my new client. Where is Ben from? What is he capable of? To be honest, there is a song that best describes this situation, and it’s called "don’t bring your guns to town" by the legendary Johnny Cash. You see, the song describes a young cowboy who got restless and bored with his setting on the farm. And I'd like to see that as a perfect description for most of the so called big names in this company. That young cowboy ignores he's mother's warning to leave his guns at home, and sets off into the world, hoping to prove himself as a man.

Paul Heyman : Not to make a long story short, the young cowboy tried to go toe to toe with a man, that had that same unknown element that my client possesses, and that young man got killed. You see, I'll take the risk a promise you people, from the fans, to the locker room and even the management that my client will be making a big impact tonight in the Royal Rumble match and beyond. I look forward to that first cowboy trying to test the depth of these waters, and furthermore, I will be enjoying every moment of him finding out that it is endlessly deep. Consider this as a challenge, to any individual within the sound of my voice.....

Heyman Grins as the scene fades to a commercial break.

SECOND SCENE :

The scene opens with a live feed from the sold out area, where THY WWE's Ascension event will be taking place. The scene is set, and the feeling of elation is ever present as the fans all wait in anticipation for the next batch of THY WWE action. The angle captures the masses as fan signs are raised high, before the angle cuts to show the Ascension announce team, consisting of Chet Walters and Blake Erickson, who welcomes the viewers around the world back with broad smiles.

Chet Walters : Welcome back ladies and gentleman! If you just joined us, sorry to say you already missed some great interviews! But not to worry, still to come tonight is the main event, as well as the THY WWE championship match. Just be sure not to touch that dail.

Blake Erickson : You can say that again! I hope people realize what is at stake here tonight , whoever wins that rumble match is sure to elevate his career to that next step. In this business you have to make your own opportunities, and tonight we'll see who has that hunger, and who will fade out into the rankings once again.

The announce team is suddenly interrupted by an unfamiliar theme song. and the fans all get to their feet to see who will be making his or her way down to the ring. Their excitement is met by disappointment as Paul Heyman appears from the Ascension entrance, and starts making his way down the entrance ramp, as always wearing a pinstripe suit and his signature New York Yankees cap, with his long black ponytail hanging from the back of his head.

With a big, smug, smile on his face the proceeds down the ramp, ignoring the heckling from the fans. As he reaches the ramp He nips up the steel ring steps and steps onto the ring apron, where he took out over the thousands of fans in attendance, still wearing that same smile. He finally steps into the ring and receives a microphone from the ring announcer Auberina Rowballet as his entrance music gradually fades out. The boos from the fans are now heard clearly, as they continue to heckle him without mercy.

He takes a few steps forward and allows time for the boos to die down before he lifts the microphone to his lips. He pauses for a seconds, squinting his eyes as he looks out over the fans again, almost in a wondering fashion. After a while he begins to speak.

Paul Heyman : Regardless of that response from you people here tonight, I am in a very good mood tonight! A good mood that will not be tarnished by anyone, any time soon. You see, it has been a while since I was presented with the opportunity to once again come down to a professional wrestling ring in front of thousands of people and be disrespected all in the name of envy. I mean, come on, lets face it, every single time you people see me you know that I have an ace up my sleeve. But before I get into that, I want to indulge myself in the memories that come back up as I stand here tonight.

Heyman grins at the reaction of the fans with the microphone still to his lips, before he continues to speak.

Paul Heyman : This business is what it is today because every now and then a individual walks through those curtains, and changes this business. that individual lays down the foundation and builds an era all by himself. Let me provide you simpletons with a few proper examples of this. A few decades ago a man named Hulk Hogan started his career and those flames are yet to die out. He was instantly loved by all of the fans. With jaw dropping charisma and the in ring ability, Hulkamania swept the globe and entertained millions, week in and week out.

Paul nods in agreement as a massive "Hogan" chant springs to life. He allows it time to die down before speaking again.

Paul Heyman : Then Years later people where introduced to another living legend, a man by the name of, the undertaker, who presented himself in a way that struck fear into the hearts of many people, not to mention his opponents. the guy built up a legacy, constantly changing and adapting, but always staying dominant, and again he helped shaped this business to what it is today.

Heyman starts pacing back and forth in the ring when he suddenly stops dead in h is tracks with a look of sudden realization on his face

Paul Heyman : And let’s not forget, probably one of the most charismatic men to ever lace up a pair of boots, The peoples champion himself, the rock! Along with others like stone cold Steve Austin, Triple H and many more, he brought a new era to life. an era many people considers the last great era in sports entertainment. Whether or not that is true, I'll leave it up to you to blog about it when you get back to your pathetic little lives.

Heyman gets drowned in boo's as the fans loudly objects to his insults, but he seems to remain unfazed by them.

Paul Heyman : Well ladies and gentlemen, the reason for my good mood, here tonight is simple, yet ground breaking at the same time. You see, I have found an individual that is on course to not only do the same as the men I just mention, but to go that one step further. This individual has the makings of a true legend, and I am proud to announce that he will be making his debut here tonight!

Heyman grins as he pauses, allowing another "Heyman Sucks" chant to die down. He slowly lifts the microphone to his lips once again with his grin fading away, and continues to speak.

Paul Heyman : Now I'm not an idiot. I know what all of the men had to endure over the course of history to provide us with the entertainment only one sport can provide us. I am not discrediting those men.But one thing I promise all of you, is that I know what the hell I am talking about. My client, waiting behind those curtains has a certain element about him that none of those men had. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that my client will not be coming out here to tell you people to eat you vitamins and drink your milk, nor will he try to intimidate people with things that go bump in the night. He is not going to come out here and drink beer, and he will most certainly not care about being a people's champion.

Heyman takes a few steps towards the camera to get a close up on the evil expression on his face. The intensity in his eyes is almost overwhelming as he begins to speak again.

Paul Heyman : They say that a man who has nothing left to lose, is the most dangerous individual, and trust me, I've seen it in his eyes. I've seen the pain and hatred in his eyes and to be honest, its scares the hell out of me. It makes me think whether or not this is even a good idea or not, but one thing I know for a fact, is that this business will never be the same again, for better or worse.....

Heyman drops the microphone and exits the ring with the same expression on his face. He marches back up the ramp to his theme music playing in the background as the view fades out to a commercial break.

[Barton]

Emotion vs. Logic

People always think of a moral answer or an emotional answer to the question ‘Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty?’ That is what pisses me off; people always have to find an answer which somehow links to emotion. For me, logic is the key to that question, logic is the answer to every question, logic is the answer to almost everything. Logic beats emotion hands down; did emotion help people find out how the world was made? No, logic helped people find out how the world was made. Did emotion help Albert Einstein with the Theory of Relativity? No, logic helped Albert Einstein with the Theory of Relativity. These people who believe in this emotional crap are just oblivious to everything around them. These surroundings are not made by emotion, they were made by logic, logical people around the world come up with these ideas, emotion has nothing to do with it. Despite that, I agree that emotion is needed in Thy WWE, but too much emotion can cost you a match, that is where the logic comes in. You see, if people have a little dose of logic, then they would know when their emotions are escalating too high. I let my emotions run too high a few weeks ago, and do you remember what happened? I attacked the guy who kidnapped my girlfriend, I made an enemy in him, he may have been willing to give me back my girlfriend but instead, I let my emotions get the better of me, now she is in a vegative state in the nearest insane asylum. After that, I realised that I need to find a way to control my emotions. That is when I found out that logic could do you wonders, I know that people may disagree with this, but if they went through what I went through, they would understand where I am coming from.

Waking Up

My eyes slowly open; my alarm plays loudly, the deafening sound booms inside my ear drums. I reach my right arm towards the alarm clock; I stretch out my arm but it is no use, I try again but this time I stretch my fingers as well. I finally manage to get my fingers behind the clock; I attempt pull the alarm clock closer to me. I can hear people in the house waking up getting out of their beds due to the horrible, loud sound coming from the alarm clock. I manage to move the alarm clock close enough to get my hand around it, I bring the alarm clock close to my chest, I turn the clock so that the top is facing towards me, I press the snooze button. I turn the alarm clock around and I yank the batteries out of it. I never put the back cover on an alarm clock because if I need to take the batteries out, I need to take off the back, which takes quite a while to do. Therefore, I leave the back off to make it more convenient for me. I throw the alarm clock on to the floor, I throw the covers off of me, I hear the bed creak slightly as I get off the bed, the floorboards also creak as I walk across the neat, tidy room. I look around the room, my vision is slightly blurry, I stop suddenly and I just stand still, waiting until I am fully awake. The sun goes straight through the curtains like a knife through butter and brightens the room up. The light blue wallpaper looks even lighter due to the sun. The dark corners of the room are lit up, tiny little dust flakes are revealed. My body slowly begins to wake up. My vision becomes clear. I once again make my way across the room, I walk through the already open door, I make my way to the stairs and I walk down the stairs. When I get to the bottom, I open the door to my left and I enter the living room.

The Living Room

I slam the living room door shut behind me when I enter the room; everyone is already downstairs, well everyone apart from one person, the asylum she is in normally takes an hour drive to get there, depending on the traffic. All they have told me is that they are going to try their best to get through to her but so far, nothing is working. If nothing is working then they obviously can’t be trying their best, the assholes. Everyone in the room looks at me when I enter, they still feel sorry for me, they try and do things for me, they give me sympathy gifts, they treat me like I am an invalid. I don’t want their pity, I don’t want their gifts, I don’t want anything from them. I spot a seat at the other side of the room; their eyes follow me as I walk across the room. I make it to the seat and slump on it. I turn my head to the window and I look out into the sky, small clouds appear and take over some of the blue. I take deep breaths, in and out. My friends still stare at me, I turn around to them and I say, ‘Didn’t your parents tell you it was rude to stare?’ They then look towards each other and after a brief discussion; they all leave the living room. A few seconds later, I hear the front door open, then close shortly after. I turn my head to the window at the opposite side of the living room and I can see them walking away from the house. Thank God, a little peace and quiet for a change. I lean my head back and I stare at the ceiling, the white, clear ceiling, I sit still, I let the silence calm me for a while as I still look at the ceiling. This gives me some time to think about what I am going to do, how will all of this affect my career, and most importantly, how will it affect my life my life.

This whole thing with my girlfriend being put in the insane asylum has fucked up everything, I feel like I can’t concentrate on anything, I can’t write my stories anymore because she is on my mind all the time. A lot of people don’t know that I write stories when I’m not training or wrestling. I go under the name ‘Dominic Chance’ I have published 4 books, all about 200 pages long, writing books is harder then they think, it takes a lot of hard work and a lot of ideas to write a book. I also do other things such as paint, a few of the painting in my house are created by me, I don’t really see the point in selling them. It’s like you’ve done all that work, then you are just going to give it away. That is why I keep the paintings that aren’t on the wall in my bed room; I keep them all safe, I have about 13 in my room. And now, that has all gone to shit as I find it hard to do anything, which is bad considering that the Royal Rumble is only a few days away. I have to find some way to get focused and to stay like that. I stand up from my chair and I walk back and forth across the long, silent room. Normally at this time a million and one thoughts would be rushing to my head, but now my mind is so clouded that I can’t even think straight. I need to get out, I just need to take a walk, hopefully that will make me see things better. I take a few more strides across my living room, I turn my body towards the door, I take a deep breath before walking back across the room t the door. I reach out my hand, I grab the door handle and I turn it. I pull on the door and it swings open. With my left foot first, I step out of the door. I walk across to the front door and I open it, I walk outside, shut the door behind me and set off to God knows where.

The Street

I walk through the crowded street, people who recognise me just stand there and stare at me, others who don’t know who I am still look at me as they want to know what is going on. The wind is still, the sun is shining, the people are happy, the children are silent. It is supposed to be a perfect day, but not for me, to me this day feels like crap. It feels like a dark cloud is hanging above my head, and it is affecting everything and everyone who comes into contact with me. People try to run up to me for my autograph but I ignore them and I carry on walking. People soon begin shouting to try to get my attention, I get my phone from my pocket, plug my earphones in, I put the earphones in my ears and I play some music. ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ by Green Day plays. I don’t know why, but I feel like I can relate to this song. I carry on down the street, getting away from all the people. As I continue to make my down the street, the number of people decreases until there are only a handful of people in the street. The song still plays, it sort of reflects how I am feeling now. I guess I know why it relates to me. I feel like I’m walking down a lonely road, everything has gone wrong, and now I’m on my own, in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I stop for a while, I turn around, no one is there, the whole street is now empty, the sun begins to go behind the clouds, I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach as I turn back around and I carry on walking. I walk faster, and faster and even faster until I realise that I am running down the street, away from everything, the sinking feeling in my stomach gets worse. I finally come to a stop, I breathe in and out, I feel terrible. I need to find someplace where I can rest, I need to find a bench or something like that, I need to sit down.

The Bench

I walk slowly in search of somewhere to sit down; the feeling in my stomach intensifies, it now burns inside of me, it feels like a demon is ready to burst out, I need to rest, and I need to do it now. I walk even more slowly, I can’t walk any faster, it feels like something is restricting me. Every time my foot hits the floor, my stomach burns even more. I now feel like I am dragging myself along the street, I put my hands on my stomach, I try to block out the pain but the more I try, the more the burn intensifies. I try to push through it as I carry on looking for somewhere to sit. My head begins to boom, my legs begin to tremble, my arms go to numb. All of a sudden, I collapse to my knees; I put my hands on the floor, I try to push myself up and I am successful, I stumble back a little but I carry on walking. Then, in the corner of my eye, I finally see a bench, the bench is like wooden saviour to me at this moment, I try to push myself towards the bench but I now get weaker the more I get close to it. I can’t take it anymore, I turn around and I throw up, the floor becomes a sickly mess, the burn in my stomach is still there but it begins t hurt less and less. Great, I now feel like the freaking exorcist. I carry on walking towards the bench, my burn slowly begins to build up again, but now I don’t feel sick, I can feel hatred running through me. I stand up straight, my mind is blinded by uncontrollable rage, and I can’t understand why. My vision suddenly becomes red, I try to focus on something else but it isn’t working. I make it to the bench and I slump down on to it, I have to get my mind of this, I have to think about something else, like the Royal Rumble, I try my hardest to focus on the Royal Rumble; the anger subsides for a minute while I think.

Royal Rumble

Now for those who do not know, the Royal Rumble is arguably the biggest match of the year, 30 men all compete for a chance to headline Wrestlemania; everyone has a different number, all ranging from 1 to 30. Each person will enter the Royal Rumble the order of which they drew. The only way to be eliminated from the Royal Rumble is to be thrown over the top rope and both feet much touch the floor. The last man standing is the winner of the Royal Rumble. Everyone will be wanting to impress people in the match, the Royal Rumble is a chance to show off their ‘skills’ in front of everyone and show why they deserve to beat in the main event of Wrestlemania. Now, the number I have is pretty good, I will be appearing after most people anyway. But it will be interesting to see who the 1st and 30th entrant is. It could be a favourite, or it could be an underdog. I guess time will tell. An average Royal Rumble match is quite long, and very tiring. So you can understand that the 1st and 2nd entrant will need to try extra hard to preserve their energy as they will have to outlast many other opponents, including myself, if they want to win the Royal Rumble, and achieve every superstar’s lifelong dream of competing at Wrestlemania in front of tens of thousands of fans. On the other hand, the 30th entrant may only have to use up some of his energy as the other entrants will be tired and weary, while he would be fresh and ready to fight. So, as you can tell, the 1st and 2nd entrant have the least chance of winning the Royal Rumble, while the 30th entrant has the biggest chance of winning, and being in the main event of Wrestlemania, battling for the World Title. I have a good chance of winning, since my number is quite high, but the Royal Rumble is unpredictable, so the 30th entrant could be eliminated as soon as he gets the ring, it may be not believable, but it’s true.

There are many favourites in the Royal Rumble. One of the favourites is Joey the Bastard, I partnered with Joey on SmackDown, and he was good, just as I expected him to be. But that will not stop me from eliminating him to get what I want, and that is a chance to wrestle at the Grandest Stage of Them All, The Big One, The Show of Shows, Wrestlemania. I watched Joey closely during the tag match with him; I know what he is capable of, that may give me the advantage over him. Another favourite in the Royal Rumble match is the man who gave me my second loss, Triple H is one of the best superstars in the business, I realised that when he beat me a few weeks ago on Raw before I was drafted to SmackDown. It was a great match, but experience prevailed in that match. Since then, I have trained hard, if we happen to be in the ring together in the Rumble, he should know that I will be ready for anything he throws at me and will be the one to eliminate him from the Royal Rumble. There is another star who has been stirring the pot since he arrived, he has been on everyone’s mind, I am talking about the fighter, Dominic Reynolds. He made his debut in Thy WWE when he was the ‘Mystery Fighter’ who took on Sheamus. In my opinion, Dominic Reynolds is the top favourite going into the Royal Rumble. I am almost sure that almost anyone who messes with him in the Royal Rumble will surely pay for it. There was a key word there, almost. You see, I don’t care if he is the favourite to win, like I said before, the Royal Rumble is unpredictable, anything can happen. If Dominic Reynolds tries to get in the way of m dreams, I will not hesitate to crush him; I will not hesitate to destroy him. If he messes with me, I will surely make him pay for it. Nobody gets in the way of my hopes and dreams and gets away with it.

Now, onto another person who seems to have a legitimate beef with me. He may be feared my many of the superstars in the lockeroom, he may be feared by many of the other people who work here, he may be feared by all the fans. This man is none other than Freedom. Before my tag team match with him on SmackDown, I was on about how he claims to know me, how he claims to have battled me before, how he claimed to defeat me before. I was also on about how I had no idea who Freedom is but now, if I said the same thing, I would be lying through my teeth. You see, I do have an idea about who Freedom is, but until I am certain, I will not say a word. Now, Freedom seems pretty pissed off at me for some reason, I think I know why but like I said before, I will not say anything until I am certain. But anyway, whatever the reason is, you will not stop me from outlasting 29 other men to win the Royal Rumble. So Freedom, you better not screw with me in the Royal Rumble because if you do, I will make it my mission to personally eliminate you from the Royal Rumble and I vow to make your life a living hell afterwards. Also, if you mess with me, I will also vow, to unmask you in front of everyone and I will expose that repulsive, hideous, nauseating brick you call a face. Then, after that, I will annihilate you so everyone will know that you are a fake, a wannabe wrestler, a degenerate. I will do all of this just to prove one thing, never ever screw with me or my hopes and dreams. Like I said before, I think I know who you really are Freedom, but until I get any more clues, I will keep my mouth closed. So, Freedom, are you willing to mess with me now, even though you know what I am capable of, even though you know that when I lock in the OFC, it will be game over for you.

Darkness

I snap back to reality, wait a minute, I’m stood up, I could’ve sworn that I was sat down before, I look in front of me, darkness. I look behind me, darkness. I look in everything other direction, darkness. This is, weird, something seems ominous about this. The whole thing feels cold, something definitely isn’t right here. I need to get out of here, fast. I try to run in any direction, something isn’t right here. I can’t move. I feel like I’m glued to the floor. Something pushes me from behind, I try to turn around but I can’t, whoever it is hits me around the back of my head. I feel my feet being unglued I feel my knees buckle, I slump onto the floor, darkness still surrounds me, I can feel it, darkness slowly begins to enter my heart , it flows through me. Visions then come rushing to my brain, visions of things I have never seen before. I see many visions; some of them are visions of stabbings, shootings, assaults, where are they coming from? What do they mean? Voices ten begin to enter my ears; I hear screams, gunshots and everything in between. My heart beats faster with every vision, with every voice. I can hear myself breath heavily. I began to panic, I begins to try to get up but the mysterious gut kicks me in the guy, the breath is taken right out of me, I drop down to the floor gain, face down. More voices enter my head, more visions also enter, my mind feels like it’s ready to explode. The burning feeling in my stomach intensifies to an unbearable level, I writhe around the floor in pain, I can’t take it anymore. Every single time I try to get up, this guy just knocks me back down again; I want to get out of here, now. I then try to get up again but once again I am knocked back down, the guy turns me around so I am facing him. I try to focus on his face but it is too dark. He stares at me before lifting up his foot above my face then stamping down. Then, nothing.

The Bench: II

I suddenly wake up, where am I this time? I look in front of me, I see people many people, I look at what I am sat on, it’s the bench, I take a sigh of relief, the burning feeling in my stomach is no longer there. The darkness that almost consumed me is no gone. I lean back against the bench, and breathe another sigh of relief. It must’ve been all a dream, well, I hope it was. I look around me, people are having fun, talking with each other, the children are playing with each other, they seem to be having more of a good time than the parents. I slowly form a smile knowing that I’m not stuck in the darkness anymore; I need to do some things, prepare for the Royal Rumble match. I need to get down to the gym, it’s going to be a long night, I’m sure of it. I look to the right, a guy selling cans of cola is stood there; I could do with a little drink. I push myself of the bench. I walk up to the guy, pay him, and get my drink, simple. I walk back to the bench; I open the cold can of cola. I take a drink out of it; I let the cola pour down my throat as I swallow it. I lean back on the bench again; the sun shines on my face as I sit here, I’m still glad I got out of that place. I let another smile form on my face, I close my eyes and I lean back. This day now seems perfect, I can’t understand why but as soon as I left that dark place, I suddenly feel happy, but hey, I’m not complaining. I haven’t really felt happy in a long time, especially since my girlfriend is in the asylum. I take another drink of my cola; the cola is refreshing and cold, perfect. Now, I need to get to the gym, I need to train hard for the Royal Rumble if I want to outlast 29 other people to win, and headline Wrestlemania front of millions of fans around the world.

The Street: II

I walk down the street on the way to the gym, my smile is still on my face, I’m content now, me waking up from the darkness seems to have done me wonders. Whenever some asks for my autograph, I stop, talk to them for a little while, sign their autograph and carry on walking. I think about when I was happy last, it must’ve been when I was named Shawn Michaels’ partner for Oppression and I was given one half of the Thy WWE Tag Team Titles. But that was in about January, I’ve been in Thy WWE for 6 months, I started in November, and I haven’t looked back since that day. I carry on walking down the street; I put my earphones back in my ears, ‘Holiday’ by Green Day plays into my ears. I’ve been a Green Day since, well, I don’t know when. I move my head a little to the song. Even though I feel happy, I am not going to sing and dance to it, well not in front of everyone at least. I pick up the pace as I continue my walk to the gym, people once again stare at me, I never knew I was this recognised. My head violently jerks both ways. What the hell? What was that? I close my eyes and when I open them, I see red with rage, not again. I need to hurt something, anything; I have to make them suffer pain. I drag myself along the street, I tear the earphones out of my ears and I toss them on to the floor, the music from my phone plays out loud. I shove my hand in my pocket and I pull out my phone, I stop the music and I stuff the phone back into my pocket. More people come to me for my autographs but I push them away. I carry on walking down the street; people now look at me, horrified. They step back when I get near them. I finally make it to the gym. I crack both of my knuckles. This will be a perfect time to take my anger out on something. I step into the gym, I need to destroy something.

The Gym

I’m on a punch bag, I throw many hard hit onto it, nothing happens, I try harder, still nothing happens. It’s like my hits aren’t doing anything to the bag. I once again collapse to my knees, what’s happening to me, I feel powerless, like I can’t control what I am feeling. I want to stop feeling angry but I can’t. Once again, my head jerks violently. I rise up to my feet, I have to save him, I have to go back. Wait a minute, save whom? Oh God, this is not right. My head jerks again. Barton, I accept your challenge. What? I need help, Oh no, my head jerks once more. Hardly anyone remembers me, but one person may know who I am. This is not good, what am I thinking. I want this to stop. My head continues to jerk, every time it happens, different thoughts rush into my head, thoughts that I have never heard of. My head stops jerking, I collapse to the floor; I stare up at the ceiling. I think I recognise where the thoughts are coming from. Wait, it can’t be, I haven’t seen him in years, I’m pretty sure he is locked up somewhere, he’s the most insane guy I have ever known, he can’t have an normal life. Someone would’ve have put him in the asylum for good. Besides, I doubt he can get into my head, he probably doesn’t know what is going on in his. I get to my knees; some people in the gym stare at me. I push myself up to my feet. I need to find out what is going on with me, quickly. I look around the gym, I need a drink. I get a water bottle from my bag. I always leave my bag at the gym, I trust the owners enough to keep it safe. I fill up my bottle and I take a seat. I take a drink of water. I need to get out of here. I need some air. I stand up and I stumble slowly out of the gym. I stand outside of the gym and I take a deep breath, I need to get changed back into my normal clothes, then I’m off.

The Taxi

Here I am, at the end of all this, I am just sat in a taxi on my way home. I look out of the window, we speed past people, there face is nothing but a blur. I look forward; I can just see the taxi driver’s bald, greasy head sticking out above his seat. I take some breaths. The smell of a dead birds and cigarettes in the taxi reach up to my nose, it makes me want to puke. Where are my earphones anyway? I check my pockets, just my phone. Oh god, no I remember, I threw it down when I was in that angry trance. I sit back and close my eyes. I try to think of a tune in my head but it is no use. The sound of the cats being stepped on blasts out from the driver’s radio, and it makes it hard to think. I begin to sweat inside the taxi, I can’t really blame myself, it’s like 100 degrees in here, my clothes begins to stick to the leather seat, meaning I have to keep fidgeting inside the car to unstuck them. This is why I hate taxis; I only called one because I didn’t want to risk me going off into another trance in the middle of the street. They were horrible, they were like I went into another world and another force was controlling my body without my permission, and I could not do anything to control it. I check my phone for any texts, I always have my phone on silent, I don’t know why, I just do. I have 1 new message. Well aren’t I the popular one. I open the message, it says ‘Hi, remember me, I’m the one who you were in the club with a few weeks ago, I would really like to meet up with you again, call me –Tia’ I chuckle a little, I remember who she is. I have to say, I think it’s finally time to move on, forget about my girlfriend, she probably doesn’t even know who I am anyway. The taxi stops outside my house. I quickly pay the driver but I leave him no tips. I get out of the cab and I start walking towards my house while the cab driver sets off. I need to think about the Royal Rumble again, it should be my top priority at the moment.

Royal Rumble: II

The Royal Rumble is where everyone’s dream really begins. It is the fast pass to Wrestlemania and every superstar knows that. The Royal Rumble can break up friends, and give you enemies. People say that to be at Wrestlemania, it is like your Birthday and Christmas all rolled up into one. The atmosphere is brilliant. Millions of people watch you at home, tens and thousands of people watch you in the arena, it will be awesome. Everyone knows that if they want a guaranteed chance to get there, the Royal Rumble is the place to go. People will be training hard, people will be thinking of strategies, hell, some people may even be praying, whatever it takes to win. For me, I’ll be one of the people who will think of strategies, I tried training, and where did that end up? Oh yeah, now I remember, I ended up having a thousand split personalities. And I wouldn’t really feel comfortable praying, in my opinion, this thing is beyond God. When I said I’m going to think of some strategies, it’s not that difficult. All you do if get someone, throw them out of the ring, then stay in the perimeter of the ring so you do not get hit from behind. Since I have improved quite a lot since debuting in Thy WWE, I feel that I have a good chance of winning the Royal Rumble, people may call that arrogance, people may call that cockiness, but I call it confidence. The only people that I feel stand in my way are Dominic Reynolds, Joey the Bastard, Freedom, Triple H, Professor of Thuganomics. Saying that though, I haven’t even thought of the other people, like the Wildcards, like Crisis or Ben Connor. Like I said, the Royal Rumble is unpredictable, so Ben Connor or Crisis may pull off an upset win. There was a keyword there, that is may. They may win the Royal Rumble, but it probably will not happen, nut under my watch. They could try to win, but the end will be the same, I will be in that ring, the winner of the Royal Rumble match.

People may work together during the Royal Rumble but at the end of the day, only one person can win the Royal Rumble, that is why you need eyes in the back of your head during the Royal Rumble because your partner can turn on you in the blink of an eye and eliminate you from the Royal Rumble match without hesitation, that is how much winning the Royal Rumble and going on to Wrestlemania means to these people, they will gladly and they will not think twice about eliminating you from the Royal Rumble if you stand in their way of winning of winning the Royal Rumble match and battling for a title. Now, at Wrestlemania, if I win the Royal Rumble match, I will face off against either the reigning ‘Dubya Dubya Ee’ Champion, Sheamus. Or I will Brian Gunn. It doesn’t matter who wins at the Royal Rumble between them, I will still destroy him at Wrestlemania. However, Sheamus is a guy who I have never faced before, if I beat him at Wrestlemania, I will show the world that I am the greatest Superstar in Thy WWE that has ever lived. However, I have to say, I want Brian Gunn to win. That way, when I win at the Royal Rumble at face him at Wrestlemania, my victory will be all the more sweeter as he is the reason why my girlfriend is in the asylum. When I take his World Title away from him, I will forever remind him that you never torture my girlfriend and get away with it. Also, I will ruin his life just like he ruined my girlfriend’s life by torturing her, by tormenting her, and by punishing her so bad that she can’t even say a full sentence correctly. So Brian Gunn, if you do win the title at Ascension, you should be prepared for when I beat you within an inch of your pathetic life at Wrestlemania and you should also be prepared for when I take that title away from you and when I ruin your sad, lonely existence.

Despite these points, there are some more people who I should talk about. One of them is someone who know quite well, I’ve been in the ring with him twice before and I beat him both times. He claims to be a well known actor, almost everyone knows who he is, I am of course, talking about Justin Time. Like I mentioned before, I have been in the ring with Justin Time, and I have beaten him before, so I know that I will be able to throw him over the top rope during the Royal Rumble. Also, there is another guy who I’ve been scouting recently , I’ve haven’t been in a match with him yet but I’ve been scouting him, he is Beno. I must admit, he is impressive and he will be a threat in the Royal Rumble, but since when has that bothered me? He will suffer the same fate as anyone else who crosses me as I will gladly toss him out of the ring. Another person is someone else who I have beaten before and I will easily and without effort eliminate him from the Rumble, he is Killa Outlaw. When I faced him, I debuted my new move, the B-Dog which took him out, that shows that I am capable of taking him out again during the Royal Rumble. Now, there is a certain person who I have to admit, I respect, I think he is a great wrestler, he may be arrogant, but is good, I am talking about the Professor of Thuganomics. He’s quite talented at rapping, I’ll give him that, but like I said before, he’s arrogant. That will mean that he’ll probably start messing with the wrong people, namely me. And do you where he will end up? Lying on the floor on the outside of the ring. I have to agree, he will go far in Thy WWE but like I said, his arrogance will get the better of him and he will mess with someone who he shouldn’t, then he will wish that he was not so cocky.

Drive Way

Here it is, Ascension will start in the next few hours, I step out of the house, I grip my keys tightly, I walk on the concrete towards the vehicle of beauty. I create a sigh of relief as I reach my brand new car. I reach out my hand and I unlock my black, new Aston Martin DB9, exported from Britain. With my left foot first, I get into the car. I like British cars better than American ones as I can never get use to the steering wheel being on the other side of the car. I close the car door after me. This will be my first time driving this car; these are one of the gifts that my friends got me. Even though I said that I don’t want their gifts, it certainly does not apply to this beauty. I feel the steering wheel so I can get use to it. I take a few deep breaths in and out, in and out, I take in the new car smell, it is perfect. I put the keys into the ignition and I turn the keys. I can hear the engine start up as the radio starts up. Little lights also turn on in the car as well. This is going to be good. I adjust the rear view mirror, I turn up the radio. Music blasts through and echoes around the car. I don’t know why, but at the minute with me in this car, I feel like a total badass. I open the window closest to me. I put one of my hands out of the window, I lean back on my seat. This car, in all ways, seems perfect. I just relax for a while; I need to get use to the car before I drive it. I’ve decided, I am the only person allowed to drive this. If I see anyone driving this, I promise that there will be hell to pay. Also, if anyone damages my new car, I swear to God that I will damage them 10 times worse and I will make them pay to get it fixed up, either that or I will make sure that they will never walk again. I put my hands on the steering wheel as I reverse the automatic, awesome, masterful vehicle a little until I get to the end of the drive way. I look both ways to make sure that the road is clear; you can never be too safe, especially with a brand new, perfect car like this one. I double check that the road is clear, I turn up my music to almost full blast as I pull out of the drive way. I turn the car after I get out of the drive way and I set off towards Auburn Hills Stadium in style.

Waiting

Only a few short minutes until my time to enter the Royal Rumble. It has been a fantastic night so far, the fans have been electric so far. I look around I see some people angry, I see some people disappointed and I even see some people crying because they have been eliminated and their dreams have been shattered, just like that. I knew that people wanted to win the Royal Rumble badly, but this just shows how much heart they put into the business, how much they wanted to win and how much they wanted to headline Wrestlemania to take on the Champ. Unfortunately, I was doing some major preparing in my lockeroom so I missed the other matches. I take a seat on a steel fold out chair and I wait, I wait for my theme music to play. Then, I know that it is time to roll. It is time to go out and eliminate some people; it is time to win the Royal Rumble match. Nerves slowly begin to take over; I can feel butterflies in my stomach. I can feel sweat drip down my face. I lean forward and put my face in my hand. I hear chattering all around me, I even hear my name said a few times, though they were talking about me, not to me. I open my bag, which is next to me and I pull out my inhaler, I take 2 puffs of it and I put it back in my bag, I then pull out a full bottle of water, I zip my bag back up. I unscrew the lid of my water, I take a big drink and I swallow it. I lean back and sigh, I need to focus, this is definitely the biggest match of my career, I can’t afford to lose focus now, I screw my lid back on my water and I unzip my bag and put the drink back into it. I zip the bag back up and I stand up. My number will be called in a matter of seconds, I’m sure of it. It is time to pick up the biggest win of my career. I hear a loud buzz, followed by my entrance music playing, I hear the fans scream. I form a massive grin as I step through the curtains, ready for a fight.

[Crisis]

The Storm is Upon Us
For: Royal Rumble Match


The time has come finally the new comer into Thy WWE can make his official in ring debut and it comes in the form of the biggest opportunities of a life time for any competitor, the Royal Rumble, where the winner of this main event earns a shot at the Thy WWE Unified champion on one of the biggest stages anywhere in the entire world. Bigger than a Presidential inauguration, bigger than any music stars concert, bigger than when man landed on the moon, Wresltmania. This is the place where the average person becomes a wrestler, where a wrestler becomes a superstar, and where a superstar becomes a legend. This is the event that makes or breaks a person in this industry and only one man from the Royal Rumble will have the opportunity to achieve the greatest heights in this industry.

This new comer is Crisis, a man who we know little about except for what is listed on his contract. A tragic and horrific incident. This mysterious man has only had two previews since signing on the dotted line here at Thy WWE. Both where not descriptive enough to give us a look at who this man is. All we know is we can expect horrible things out of this man, hearing what he did to his own flesh and blood can only put imagines in a man’s head. However what is he like in the ring, what lengths will he go to prove to the world that he is a powerhouse in this business and that he is here to stand atop a mountain that only few have been able to climb? Time will tell what lies ahead for us and the rest of the locker room as the Rumble approaches.

The scene opens slowly and the skies are dark grey, a storm is brewing up there in the skies above. Lightening brightens up the skies and thunder slowly rolls in the distance as it slowly approaches. The camera slowly pans around the area and comes upon a small abandon house, appears to be no one that lives there anymore. Windows are broken out; the rails on the porch are rotten and growing fungus. The steps leading up to the porch is no longer there as if it was taken away. The front door has no handle on it, it hangs by only one hinge on the top of the door and the bottom is leaning out of place. The door itself is ajar, just like any horror movie you know you shouldn’t go in but something pulls you towards it. Slowly the camera makes it way towards the house keeping in view the door and the window in case anything walks by. Suddenly a small glow of a light appears within the window, the camera pauses, a chill is sent up the backs of all watching, what the hell was that, who the hell is inside. Again like a horror movie you know something is in there, by the looks of the place something bad and you shouldn’t go inside. Hell curiosity over comes and wanting to know what is on the other side of that door is more important than anyone’s safety at the moment, the camera begins its adventure towards the door, ever so slowly, and ever so cautiously. Finally we make it to the door, slowly it begins to open and inside the camera continues it venture, to the left is the glow from the mysterious light first spotted outside and even though our gut advises against the fact, our mind over turns the idea and begins to walk down the narrow hallway. A foul smell is in the air hard to point out what it is but whatever this smell is it is unpleasant.

BANG!!!!

Quickly the camera spins around to see the door lying on the floor, the old thing finally fell off its hinges with the slight movement from the inwards motion of the door. The pounding of the heart doesn’t calm itself, whoever, or whatever lit that light knows we are here, now there is no turning back. Again walking towards the glow we finally enter the room, to our right is the glow and we turn to find a small candle that is lit on a table, cob webs are forming off the candle and run all along the walls of this abandon place. The camera pans the room, broken furniture, broken, glass, and other items lie around on the floor. The walls are deteriorating and falling apart as we continue to span the room and come across a large high back chair and it appears someone’s arm is on the arm rest. We shouldn’t do this, but what is the point of turning back now towards the chair we go, closer and closer we get and it sounds like breathing can be heard on the other side of the chair, a wide turn we make, hoping to stay out of the reach of whoever this person is. We make it into few and there it sits … a dead animal. A sigh comes over us relief that it was nothing horrifying, now is probably the time to leave it doesn’t appear to be anyone here now, around we turn and there it stands.

A large figure with broad shoulders, standing in the shadows, don’t move or it will see us that is the reaction we suddenly go into. This figures shoulders move up and down with the slow deep breaths this person is taking. Whoever it is stands too far back to be able to see who they are in the light. Do we know this person? Thoughts run through our mind, should we run or slowly make an escape hoping that we already weren’t spotted, even though it hasn’t hit us that we are standing in the middle of the room the fear has overcome us. Finally for what seems like an hour now we here a low sinister laugh from this figure, its deep and dark chills run through our spins and fear is now stronger than ever. The figure steps into the light, the man is tall and wearing a long dark trench coat, his attire underneath is back with strange grey designs, his head slowly lifts up and his eyes are now visible, blood red. Is this the monster we have been anticipating, is this Crisis? A flash of lighten brightens the skies outside, thunder rolls again soon after louder this time and much closer.

The figure walks around the table and stands on the opposite side, his arms are huge very intimidating, his size is unbelievable, certainly no Big Show or Andre the Giant but look at this massive behemoth. This is certainly a new superstar, and we don’t have to wait long until we hear this man’s voice, a deep sinister voice.

So it would appear that I have finally come out of the shadows. It has been a little over a week since I signed here with Thy WWE and only short video clips have been seen already. Who the hell is this person we are talking to now, who the hell does he think he is making a promo from a place like this? Has to be some fucked up moron who thinks he is going to scare the shit out of all of us. If you want to be an idiot sure that is exactly who I am. For those of you that want a formal introduction my name is Crisis.

Finally we have this man’s name, finally he has decided to show up and put up a promo with himself in it besides flash imagines of himself. What an ass. Another flash of lightening and this time booming thunder rolls over head.

Crisis, that is what they call me for those of you that don’t know I am the man that killed my father, burned him alive and then left my own brother to burn to death in the house that we grew up in, the same house that I was beaten and destroyed as a child. But who fucking cares about that, it was in the past and now I am here in Thy WWE. Why though, why have I come to a place like this, what purpose to I have here and what am I going to do to anyone that steps in my path? Well why I am here, that is easy I am on a mission, a mission set out by Lucifer himself. I am here to collect all the unwanted souls of the world and what better place to start than in a business where wrestling is the main stage. I became a wrestler to obtain these souls and place them to rest in the depths of hell for the man that is far more powerful than anyone can imagine. I can just hear you all now, you come in here and act like a “Servant of Satan” what a fucking joke, this ass clown is nothing more than a push over and will easily be dealt with when it comes his time.

That is fine I have heard those statements many times before in the past, and many times in the past I was the one standing tall and having the last laugh, I have managed to end careers, strike fear in the eyes of those that claim no fear, and ruin the lively hood of those that thought they could do this business without problems. It’s fine, I don’t mind being thought of as the jack ass that has no chance, the only chance he has is if he uses his size to his advantage according to some ignorant pricks. True however size doesn’t matter, talent does but I can leave that up to you and the rest of the fans out there that watch this show.

As for what I am capable of, well just remember what I did to my own father, my own flesh and blood. The one man that bought me into this world a man that taught me everything I knew, a man that at one time in my life I respected, which soon was lost after his abusive ways took over. If I can do to him what I did and not care one damn second about it, what will I do to anyone in that locker room? If I can just leave my brother in the house as it collapses, and let him burn him alive, what can I do to you? If I can look at my own mother who is already dead, blood everywhere on the floor, a knife still penetrated into her abdomen, just lie in the house and let her body burn as well without a thought of giving her a proper burial, what in the hell will I do to anyone in that locker room. I have nothing to lose; all I have is something to gain. The souls of all you unwanted and damned people of this industry and championship gold. I will go to the ends of the world to obtain what I want, I will end careers, I will break bones, I will destroy the very lives of each and every person until I get the things that I want and there is no escaping it.

BOOM! The thunder continues outside, the rain has picked up now pouring with the visibility now limited due to its thickness. A pause over comes Crisis at this time. He takes in a deep breath and makes his way over to the high back chair and stands next to it. He places his right hand on the back of it and rests there. He looks back at the camera and he continues to speak.

The Royal Rumble, this is the place where I make my wrestling debut here in Thy WWE. I get to walk down to the ring and step foot inside with twenty-nine other men, men who have been here longer than me. The same men that have already had a chance to prove themselves to everyone and make a statement in this company. And the roster of participants in the Rumble is outstanding. The names that I have seen on there are excellent, legends, former World Champions, future world champions, and men who will never have a chance at greatness because they simply don’t deserve it. All of us in this contest are going to have the opportunity of a life time, a chance to main event Wrestlemania against the Unified World Champion. Damn what an opportunity, just fucking amazing for anyone in that locker room.

This is going to be the biggest challenge for me by far, I can just feel it. Here is my opportunity, the new guy in Thy WWE to make the biggest statement ever by winning his first match in the Royal Rumble to go on to face the Unified Champion. What a statement that would be indeed, the statement that I am a force to be reckoned with. But we all know what happens when the big man enters a Royal Rumble, look at Rumble matches over the years. Who are the men that everyone unites on and takes out together? The biggest man in the ring, why, because they know that with size brings strength, and with strength comes dominance. Holy hell do I have a challenge ahead of me at the Rumble, in few hours when my music sounds over the pa, I can see it now. Everyone in the ring will stop what they are doing, stare towards the entrance ramp, and wait for the big man to enter and attempt to make me the shortest lasting contestant in a Rumble history. They will all stare trying to figure out what will be my first move, what is his weakness in the ring, and what is his strength? The shame, no one has respect for us big men unless we can use our size and strength to our advantage and prove our dominance against every single one of those fucking bastards who think that they can out shine me. I know there are men back there saying to themselves Crisis has no chance in this match up, his debut will be short lived. I promise each and everyone of you pathetic no good pieces of shit that when I do step foot into that ring you will think twice about second guessing me.

The storm seems to get worse and worse, not like it can get any worse outside, but with no signs of letting up and the thunder now louder than ever. Another deep breath, his eyes close, and Crisis clench his fist. He lets the breathe out slowly and speaks again, opening his eyes slowly.

I dear you, all of you, to try and throw me out of the ring, I dear each and every one of you to gang up on me, the monster, the servant of Satan, the man from Hell and attempt to toss me back over the ropes. I dear you mindless bastards to make me wish I never signed a contact here. I can guarantee you this, I am not going down without a fight, I am going to fight until every last one of you pathetic bastards are tossed over the ropes, until everyone of you mindless sons of bitches lie motionless on the floor below looking up towards the ceiling and realizing that you came up short to your destiny. That all of you bastards will realize there is a monster in town, there is a man who stands in your way of your destiny at greatness, and that monster is me. I dear any of you, HELL, I dear all of you to prevent me from making a statement in the Rumble match.

When I walk down to the ring you will not only see a man who wants what you can never have, or a man who not only possesses the size and strength of everyone in this Rumble match combined, but you will see a man without fear in his eyes. You will see a man who has no heart, no soul, who shows no mercy to whoever stands in my way. When my number comes up and my music strikes the PA system the mission will begin. The time of Crisis is about to begin, the time of darkness will overshadow everything in this company today. Evil is coming to Thy WWE and the countdown is almost to zero, Hell has unleashed its gates and the demons of the underworld have begun to enter the Earth with me leading the charge. Hell has a plan, I am that plan and there is no one, I repeat NO ONE, that is going to stop me. The storm approaches and there is not a soul out there that is safe from the dangers that is possess. Hell has arrived in Thy WWE and I am coming for you!

Crisis turns away from the camera and begins to walk down the hallway. Thunder sounds overhead and Crisis stops in the hallway, another flash of lightening outside. Crisis slowly turns his head towards the camera and looks deep into it, as if he is trying to look into the soul of every human watching and with a slow deep tone with and a sinister smirk on his face, he begins to chant the chilling rhyme we heard earlier.

One, two Crisis is coming for you. Three, four you better lock you doors. Five, six grab your crucifix. Seven, eight better stay up late. Nine, ten you’ll NEVER wrestle again.

Silence

See you in Hell!

He turns and walks into the darkness of the hallway letting out a sinister laugh as he disappears into the shadows, his footsteps getting duller as he walks. The storm seems to be subsiding now, the rain is calming down enough that we can see further in front of us than before. The scene fades to black as the promo ends.

That storm seems to be over, for now, however as mentioned the gates of Hell have been opened and Crisis has been set loose on Thy WWE roster. Some fear for themselves, others do not. The stupidity that runs through their minds has clouded their thoughts and it will only get worse from here for those few that don’t believe what this monster is capable of. The opportunity is there and only one person will walk away with that chance. Thirty superstars are going to enter that ring and only one person will have what it takes to move onto the next step of their careers. Will it be one of the legends in this match up, or will it be one of the veterans that have been here forever, or will it be one of the new faces to the roster who lets out the shocking upset. Soon we will know who wanted it more. As well as knowing what the monster Crisis is capable of doing. And soon we will see what kind of destruction he has in mind for the rest of the locker room. Win the match or not the feeling is Crisis will make a statement in some way, shape, or form. And that impact is something we can only think of, and for now fear the outcome of.

**End of Promo**

[Beno/Maven]

Scene One: Let the games begin

The scene opens up in a fully packed arena full of excitement. Every seat in the Palace of Auburn Hills, Michigan is filled. Some fans have to resort to standing. Loud cheers can be heard as as camera pans out through the crowd. Fans supporting their favorite superstars hold up signs. We pan to the back to see crew and staff members scurrying around like mice trying to get everything organized for the big event that will take place in just four short days. Various superstars are seen backstage. But the real reason we are here is Beno. We see Beno standing behind the curtain. He's clad in a pair of light blue jeans, a pair of tan steel toe survivor boots and a black leather vest. A gold chain is hung around his neck. He is slapping his chest and pumping himself up as "My Time" hits as beno walks through the curtain. We pan back out to the arena and see Beno enter the stage. He panders to the audience as he struts down to the ring. He slaps hands with a few of the fans before sliding into the ring. He ascends the second turnbuckle and flexes on the ropes. Beno hops off and and motions for Cruise to give him the microphone. Beno grabs the microphone and smirks widely as he stands in the middle of the ring.

Beno: In four short days, the battle for the ages will occur. Thirty gladiators will step into the squared circle for what will be the biggest brawl of all time. One man will emerge victorious at the end of the night. One man will go on to Wrestlemania and face either Sheamus or Brian Gunn for the Undisputed World championship. In what will be a match for the ages if I do say so myself. Last year, The Undertaker won the Royal Rumble. However, this year the dead man isn't in the Royal Rumble. And this year, a new winner will be crowned. All thirty participants will be giving their all in this match. Blood will be shed, tears will fall and bodies will be battered, bruised and broken. Spirits will be crushed. For superstars like myself, winning the Royal Rumble is like winning the Super Bowl. One by one, superstars will fill the ring. And one by one, they will be thrown over the top rope and eliminated. Their Wrestlemaina hopes and dreams will be dashed. Those other twenty nine superstars will achieve that. But for me, I'll achieve the ultimate prize. I'll be going on to win the Royal Rumble and take my rightful spot at Wrestlemania. Where a superstar of my caliber deserves to be. On the grandest stage of them all, fighting for the biggest prize in this industry.

Beno rubs his jaw and looks into the audience.

I have everything that it takes to win the Royal Rumble. I have the skill, the brutality, the endurance, the agility and most importantly, I have the charisma. I'm the total package all wrapped into one. I know it, my opponents know it and you people know it. I am the best that Raw has to offer. Hell I am the very best that Thy WWE has to offer. And I'm going to prove that to the non believers. Because there can only be one winner. There is no second or third place. One man will rise above all others. There are a few certain individuals that rival my ability. With that being said, they could pose a problem for me in the rumble itself. So maybe having a few words with them and the other participants wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Beno pulls a piece of folded paper out of his back right pocket and unfolds it. He smiles wickedly. The camera zooms in so that we can see what is written on the paper. It's the list of the Royal Rumble participants. .

Aaron
Barton
Ben Connor
Beno
CM Punk
Crisis
Dominic Reynolds
Edge
Freedom
GreenSpark
Hulk Hogan
Jacob Senn
James Chaos
Joey The Bastard
John Cena
Justin Time
K. Orton
Killa Outlaw
Mark Greenburg
Maven
MVP
Professor of Thuganomics
Randy Orton
Randy Savage
Rhino
Sting
The Rock
TJ Williams
Triple H
Xavier Oden

Beno brings the microphone backup to his mouth as the smile remains.

As you all can see, this year's Royal Rumble is just booming with talented superstars waiting for their big shot. So I may as well start from the top and work my way down to the bottom. So who do we have first.

Beno looks at the list and nods.

Well it appears as though we have the newcomer Aaron. A man who single handily beat up a manikin and out it through a table. Good showing. Well it would have been if it was an actual person and in an actual match. See I could do that if I really wanted to. I could slap a lifeless object around and slam it down with the Beno bomb. But unlike you, I face real challengers, I put my body on the line and take a beating in the process. You made a fatal error by competing in this match Aaron. Because if you're one of the unlucky ones that remain in the ring when I enter, you will be the first one I go for. Some people may think that isn't wise of me. To go straight for the newcomer. However, for me a newcomer is a bigger threat than an established superstar. You never know what that guy is going to do or what they are capable of. I know you want to make this your moment. But it won't be. You'll just be another guy lost in the shuffle of the rumble and thrown over without recognition. Bring your A-game Aaron. You're definitely going to need it for this match.

Beno looks at the list once more. His smile changes to a frown.

Next on the list we have an up and coming star who goes by the name of Barton. Interesting ring name if you ask me. His name isn't important though. The only thing that really matters is that this kid has talent. And a lot of it to be precise. You may not know it, but i consider him a very large threat in this match. Like myself, he's young, he's athletic and he's hungry. I know he wants the win like his life depends on it. That is a given. He has the drive of a champion and he hasn't reached it yet. I witnessed last week on Smackdown as Barton tried to rip the mask off of Freedom. So he does have a mean streak. But as much as he wants to win, he will not be able to. He may want to win, but I want it more. I need to win the Royal Rumble and go on to challenge for the Undisputed championship. Barton, you're young and you will have many, many shots in the future. I can almost promise you this. But as of right now, it just isn't your time. You can have the support of the entire locker room and it won't make a difference. Because at the end of the night, it is every man for themselves. Your buddies won't be there to save you from elimination when you and I stare each other down in the center of the ring. I may have only competed in a few matches here in Thy WWE, but I have competed in various promotions all over the world. I have the edge in experience and pure strength. I can be as relentless as a raging bull. Eliminating you from the rumble is a must. I cannot allow you to gain any momentum going into it. It's nothing personal. It's just business Barton.

Beno sighs.

Now we move onto another newcomer to Thy WWE. Beno Connor is his name. From what I've researched, he's some MMA wannabe. He spent two years in a mental institution for some odd reason. Not sure why but I don't really care either. You're a professional wrestler in Texas. Well let's get something straight boy. This isn't Texas. This is Michigan. My home turf. I hold the home field advantage for the Royal Rumble. It's been stated that you like to injure and hurt people. Well let me ask you something. Were they all children? Were they all scrawny men half the size of you? See I don't believe that you've ever faced someone that can size up to you. And let's be honest. I'm bigger and badder than you Connors. You came here looking to let your aggression out, yet you haven't spoken about competing at this event. Shouldn't you be a bit more concerned about this than whatever else you're doing? This is a chance of a life time for someone like you Connors. It's something all professional wrestlers dream about from the very beginning. Being placed in a mental asylum shows me that you're unstable. You need to be controlled, to have a leash put upon you. You're manager, Paul Heyman should be able to do so. However, he is an egotistical obese tyrant so I'm sure that partnership won't be lasting very long anyways. Connors, make sure you take your pills and go to your happy place for this match. When you get thrown out, you can go back to your cozy bed in the padded room.

Beno chuckles to himself as the crowd begins a loud "Beno" chant! Beno walks around the ring before rolling out of the ring. He bends down on one knee and lifts the apron cover up. He reaches in and pulls out a plain black steel folding chair. He tosses the chair over the top ropes and rolls back into the ring. He sets the chair up and takes a seat.

Up next we have CM Punk. The "Straight Edge Saviour" as he likes to be known as. Yet another newcomer to the halls of Thy WWE. This is starting to look like the newcomer battle royal at Oppression. Well let's see what I can say about this guy. We know that you're a former World Heavyweight champion in the original WWE. We know that you're cunning and will take the short cuts that are presented to you in order to achieve your goals. But you see there are no short cuts in the Royal Rumble match. You have no straight edge society or new nexus to watch your back in this match. You are a talented individual. Whether or not you choose to show it is completely up to you. Either way, you're just a filler. You are no importance to me at this time Punk. Go preach to a high school about the straight edge lifestyle that you are so proud of.

Beno sits forwards and removes the black leather best before tossing it to the ground. It hits the mat with a thud. Beno leans back into the steel chair.

We move onto Crisis. Yet another one of these newcomers. I'm getting sick of this really fast. Well at least the company is starting to boom I guess. Crisis, you're a very screwed up individual. You're mother was brutally murdered by your father. You and your murdered your father. You watched as your brother was buried alive and crushed by burning pieces of the ceiling. And there was nothing that you could do to save him nor your mother. You're a deranged lunatic who should be sharing a room with Ben Connor instead of competing here at the Royal Rumble. Your height and weight maybe be a problem for me if you do well in this match. You're bigger than me after all. But as they say. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. So I'm guessing you're going to fall pretty damn hard when you hit the floor.

Beno folds the list up and places it back in his pocket.

I don't need this list. I don't have all day to talk about everyone in the match. Especially since most of them won't even show up. Very few have said their pieces for the match. I'll get to them in a minute here. The threats to me will also be addressed. No more jobbers or newcomers. Needless to say, their names don't matter to me. One way or another I'm hoisting them up and throwing them over the top rope. I'll make sure each and every individuals feet will hit the floor. Out of the other twenty nine other guys, only a few stand a chance against me. So this is where it will all begin. And this is where it will all end for those unfortunate souls.

Sting. An old rival of mine. A man that I've defeated twice already here in Thy WWE. Hell I've even thrown the old bastard out in a battle royal. So if he thinks he has a chance of winning this, he has another thing coming to him. I mean it's two days from the big event and the guy hasn't said one word. Must not be very confident in his abilities. If he has any left that is. Because let's face it. Sting, you're way out of your prime. You can barely compete every week. You may have retired Shawn Michaels, but that isn't even an accomplishment. He was on his way out to begin with. You may think that hiring Reece Chambers as a manager will help you with your career. He may or he may not. Do you honestly think that you can come into the Royal Rumble and be allowed to win it? After the way I've dominated you both times that we've met, you should have withdrawn from the match. This will be the third time that I put the "icon" Sting down. But this time, it will be once and for all.

Let's move onto Triple H. The man has done everything in this sport that can be done. Yet he's still around. Stealing the spot light and main event spots from all the young talent that have come in to save the promotion. Taking my spot as the top guy on the brand of Raw. I don't like you Triple H. I never have. I don't like what you stand for or anything that you've ever done here. You're a tyrant. You married the bosses daughter to get where you are today. And to me, that is as low as a superstar can go. You may be talented, but it's time for you to step aside and allow the young guns to shine in the spotlight. You and I have never met in the ring, but I know what you are capable of. Your pedigree is devastating. Your choice of poison is the sledgehammer. Which I know if given the chance, you'll slide out under the ropes and retrieve it to incapacitate me. In your own right, you are a cerebral assassin. You've been to the top on countless occasions. But this year, it isn't going to happen again. It's time that the king gets dethroned. It's time that I rise to the occasion and lay claim to what is rightfully mine. Triple H, you're looking at the new king of kings.

Beno stands up from the chair and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps up on the third turnbuckle and takes a seat. He scans over the crowd until he sees a fan holding up a "Beno sucks" sign. Beno now has a looks of anger on his face.

So I've noticed that some of you aren't very fond of me here. Is it because I don't conform to what you want? Is it because I don't give out free autographs? Or maybe it is because I assaulted Barton and took down your heros? Or perhaps it's just because I don't give a damn about what anyone thinks. I don't care if I'm loved or if I'm hated. I don't care if I do what the fans want or if I do what the company wants. I do what I want. I may be a Michigan native, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to go all out and do whatever you ask me to do. I am the real deal here in Thy WWE. As for now, the time has come for me to take my leave from all of you. If you're all lucky, you may see or hear from me again before the big event.

A loud chorus of boos and cheers emit from the audience. "My Time" hits as Beno hops off of the turnbuckle and drops the microphone. He bends down to pick up his leather vest before rolling out of the ring. Beno makes his way around the ring and up the ramp. He stops at the top of the ramp and flexes for the crowd before walking behind the curtain.

End Of Scene one


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Scene Two: My Time

Our scene begins in a glorious hotel room. In the room, there is a four post bed. The covers are maroon colored and the bed is neatly made. A single window is on the far side of the room. White curtains are draped over the window, but sunlight can still be seen shining through. A small flat screen television is hung on the central wall of the room. On each side of the bed, a small dressed is placed. On the left dresser, the remote control is sitting upon it. Over by the window stands a human size mirror. There is a second door in the room in which small amounts of steam are emitting from the bottom of the door. The sound of running water is heard. Suddenly the sound stops. Moments later. The door opens and a burst of steam comes from within. Out steps Beno into view, wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist and a towel hanging around his shoulders.

Beno: Well hello. I see that the cameras have once again found me. I can't blame them. After all, who wouldn't want to sit here and stare at me for hours on end? In fact, that sounds like a good idea.

Beno walks over to the mirror and stands in front of it. He rubs his chin and looks lovingly into the mirror. He throws the towel that is hanging on his shoulders to the floor as he begins to flex. He extends his arms and flexes them to the point that his muscles bulge. He makes his pectoral muscles bulge. Beno smirks cockily as stares at himself in the mirror for minutes on end. Finally he steps away from the mirror and takes a seat on the bed.

Now that I took a good look at myself and motivated myself, we can begin. As you witnessed earlier, I spoke of the Royal Rumble. In which 30 of Thy WWE's top competitors will step foot into the ring. One by one, they will be eliminated. The final man left in the ring will be declared the winner and will go on to Wrestlemania and challenge the Undisputed champion for the championship. It's a chance of a life time for some. For others, it's a chance to prove to the world that they are for real. And for me, it's my right. Fore I am the uncrowned Undisputed champion of Thy WWE. Weeks ago, I took part in a tournament to crown a new number one contender. I defeated Sting in the very first match to secure my spot in the semifinals. The following week, I was bested by Brian Gunn in what will surely be a match of the year candidate. But with that defeat, I saw the undisputed championship disappear from sight and out of my grasp. After that, my world came crashing down and something snapped inside of me. I viciously assaulted backstage personnel and attacked Joey The Bastard in the same night. The following week, I defeated him and proved to the world that I am the real deal and should not be taken lightly. But then something splendid happened. I was informed that at the Royal Rumble, I would be taking part of it. The light came back shining through to me. My chance at redemption has come.

Beno's tone turns to a more serious note.

I've yet to finish with my opponents. There will be more talk of my redemption when I'm through with the rest of these guys. Allow me to introduce the next man that I'll be speaking of. He goes by the Professor of Thuganomics. His name is Bob Cena. In your promo, you sat there and called me the king of jabronis. Tell me something. Do you have any idea of what a jabroni is Bob? I'm assuming not considering you called me the king of them. Well let me educate you on it. A jabroni is a penis. In other words, male genitalia. Now I know that you're jealous because I'm so well endowed and you come up a bit short in that department. It isn't my fault that I've been blessed by the gods. You think you're some big shot because you won a few matches here and there. You are nothing more than a Eminem wannabe. You think you can rap. Well I like to rap too.

Beno starts to beat box for a moment before saying his part.

My name is Beno and I came to play
P.O.T. thinks he's cool but in reality, he's just gay
You hang out with Maryse, the biggest skank of them all
Bobby don't think I'm hating it's not like that, but come to the Rumble, you're going to fall
Once I win the Rumble, I'll rise to fame
The only thing that will be left for you, is the wall of shame.
Bitch

Beno chuckles as he finishes and smirks widely.

And don't you think I forgot about that little faction that you joined up with recently. Eternal? What do you think this is? Twilight? You guys certainly don't look like vampires to me. Rhino, Senn, K. Orton. You're nothing more than a pathetic group of losers who can't handle their own. What is it with the jobbers. They think by joining forces that they'll accomplish something big like Evolution or the Four Horsemen. There can only be one winner in the Royal Rumble. Do you honestly think that teaming up will make a difference? Hell I'll toss each and every one of you out myself. In fact, it'd be my pleasure to eliminate you punks and crush your pathetic little hopes and dreams. If any of you think you have a shot at winning this, you better recruit some stronger players and fast.

Oh and Orton, tell Maryse I want my five dollars back. That was theworst Blumpkin I ever had.

A humorous expression is now covering the face of Beno. He tries his hardest to contain his laughter but to no avail. He bursts out laughing and has to wipe the tears from his eyes.

Enough with the jokes now. Let's be serious. This is a serious situation and you all need to realize that. Up next is another threat to me in this match. Dominic Reynolds. The man that took Sheamus to the limit. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't get the job done. Which tells me that Dominic doesn't have it in him to defeat Sheamus. But taking the champion to his limit is no easy feat. I give you props for that. However considering last week, I don't believe that he'll be at one hundred percent for the rumble match. After that tremendous assault by Xavier Oden, he may not even show up at all. That bodes well for me. In fact I'd very much enjoy if he didn't show up at all. But this is for a shot at the championship. So I'm sure that one way or another, he'll show up. And if he does, I'll be waiting for him. Reynolds, you are a major threat to me winning this match. Don't think for a second that I'll allow to to land a single punch. I'll take you out as soon as you step through those ropes. You won't know what hit you until you wake up from my blow.

Hogan, Savage, Rock. You're all the same. You're just like Triple H. You come back to steal the spotlight from the deserving superstars. The guys that have worked their way up from the bottom of the ladder to get where they are today. You're all a disgrace. Like Sting, you're washed up. You ran out of gas years ago and now you think you can come back and start where you left off? I don't think so. I've worked too damn long and hard my whole life to get where I am today. When i came here, I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my family at home supporting me. I worked my way up the ladder of success and with it came the respect and admiration of my peers. You three on the other hand have left various promotions numerous times. I can promise you that you will not be starting at the top of the ladder like when you left. I'll make sure that you start at the bottom and work your way back to the top. Don't count on being in the match too long. You may break a hip.

Beno scratches his head.

Joey The Bastard. I whooped your ass once and I'll do it again. You lost the momentum you had when you first arrived. You're nothing more than a shell of your former self. You may as well pack it in too. You may have once last week, but it was practically a two on one match. You let Barton do most of the work in the ring. You didn't even get the deciding pin fall. Fuck you lost to Greenspark. Greenspark! You're just a mere stepping stone. I've wasted enough breathe on you. SHow up or don't show. It doesn't matter to me. It's pointless to think that someone like you could ever defeat someone like me.

We have the Icon champion, Justin Time. A man who doesn't even defend his belt. A joke of a champion. And he wants to challenge for the Undisputed championship? Fat chance of that happening. I know time all too well. He approached me once, trying to be friendly. I thought he was just some annoying fan and told him to hit the bricks. My bad. Guess it doesn't take much to hold that championship. Given an opportunity, I'd take it from him in three seconds flat.

Finally, we move on to the final man that may or may not bea threat to me. Freedom. The masked superstar on Smackdown. A man of many, many words and little action. You make fun of my name. A name that many superstar have fallen to over the year. A name that some wet themselves from the near spelling of. And the name of the man that is going to knock your teeth down your throat. You nearly had your mask ripped off last week. The one thing that that protects your identity. What could you be hiding? Are you horrible disfigured? Or are you just plain ugly? I'd like to know. Perhaps before you get thrown over, I may try to unmask you myself. It seems as though you and Barton have a bit of a rivalry going on. That goes well for me. While you two imbeciles are at each other's throats, I'll be there to dispose of both of you. I don't know why I even consider you a threat to be perfectly honest. You're just as mental as a few of the other guys. You are skilled, but those voices inside of your head will be silenced one way or another at the end of the match.

Beno stands up and walks over to the window. He pushes the curtains aside and the sun shines in on him. He opens his arms and allows the warmth to hit him. He turns around and stares at the camera. His hazel eyes are more vivid now than ever before.

When all of the other twenty nine men are eliminated, and I am the sole survivor, my road to redemption will begin. And it will not end until I am crowned thenew Undisputed champion of Thy WWE at Wrestlemania. My journey to this point has been a long and difficult one. I've overcome many, many challenges along the way. And I cannot stop here. This is just the beginning for Beno. The gods came to me and told me that this is my time. My time to rise and my time to bask in the glory. Losing for me is not an option this time. Winning isn't everything ladies and gentlemen. It's the only thing. My hand will be raised when the bell rings. I will go on to Wrestlemania and challenge for the championship. Not Triple H. Not Dominic Reynolds. Not Barton, Freedom, Justin Time or anyone else on the roster. Me. None of you have taken me seriously. And that is your mistake. I've said it once and I'll sayit again. I am the real deal and this is my time.

Underestimating me will lead to your down fall and elimination. Overestiminating me will be no different.

The Era of Benoness has begun.

Fore I am the chosen one. And I have spoken!

The scene ends with beno raising his arm in victory as the camera goes black.

End of Scene Two and Roleplay

[Tetley]

-The scene fades in on James chaos in the pure black room-

Chaos: The royal rumble thirty men, twenty nine losers, one winner we are all going into this match with one thing on our minds a match for the thy wwe championship it's an opportunity we all want but only one of us may have who will that one be... we'll see

-the scene fades out-



As one step close hits James Chaos walks to the centre of the ring as he begins to speak.

Chaos: Hi all you zombies and robots alike it's me again. I'm here to talk about the royal rumble the match where one of thirty men will get a shot at the championship, a shot at being the best, a shot at proving everyone wrong because you see no one believes I have a chance I just don't get it last week I destroyed sting and come the royal rumble I will destroy twenty nine other men to get my shot at being the best. and my number give me a good chance as well as an opportunity to showcase my skills.

Crowd:
You suck!
You suck!!
You suck!!!
You suck!!!!

Chaos: Shut up!! nobody cares what you think now on to some of my competitors as if they had a chance I think I'll start with Aaron you think your so great but you've never even had a match yet here and really anyone can beat up an opponent made out of wood. Your a worthless no talent poser that doesn't belong here so leave now or suffer the consequences.

Chaos begins to pace as he continues to speak.

Chaos: Now on to Joey the bastard...Psycho! I mean dude you can fight but seriously i don't get what's going on in your mind. let's go steal food from homeless people than whip money at hookers and laugh at them why don't you kick a puppy while your at it eh? oh and before anyone brings it up on the internet Canadians say eh because it's better than saying huh.

Chaos chuckles to himself for a moment before continuing.

Chaos:Now the Icon champion Justin Time if I've ever met someone that's more of a asshole than me...other than joey it would be you... what's with people that start with j being assholes here James Chaos, Joey the bastard, Jacob Senn and Justin Time seriously what the fuck! anyway back to JT dude your a rich spoiled dumbass that thinks he can have whatever he wants well you can't because there's no way your gonna defeat me tonight.

Crowd:
Justin Time!
Justin Time!!
Justin Time!!!

Chaos: Now I'd like to talk about the tool Sting you say your not a clown but yous till put the makeup on you say you won't perform yet you were in the ring you said I came to you with the Idea of the CORRE but you really came to me and finally you called your self a tool... Hell that one was true.

Crowd:
Stings a Tool!
Chaos sucks!!
Sings a Tool!!!
Chaos sucks!!!!

And finally Barton If I don't win He will because he is the only other member of the CORRE in the Royal Rumble and as you all know if you ain't CORRE than your nothing more.

Now Play my music!!!!!

one step closer hits once more as James chaos leaves to backstage.

[koutlaw]

Prologue

The aspect of everyday motioning and movement dwell on the dead souls that awake for a breath of existence.

A turning point seems to be the brightest breath to grab for, but the souls they beg for the chance to climb the ladder of success and actually get the chance to break off the collar of their gasping air...but we spit in the face of glory, honor, respect and all that and say tonight is the beginning of an enigma....tonight begins the dark road of Killa....Outlaw!

End of Prologue

Scene 1- Family Disagreement.



After the video package plays, we see the lights dimmed and standing in the center of the room are the brothers of thy (Orton and Outlaw) staring at each other with intense happiness as they look at their new banner they just put up.



Orton: that's a nice banner bro!


Outlaw: i made it myself.

Orton: it's fucking sweet!

Outlaw: Tonight's a big night for the aftermath....

Orton: yes, yes it is.

Outlaw: as the sands of time descend on tonight's epic main event, one has to wonder...who will win this montemous occasion, will it be the prince of darkness or mr cold blood ascending to the big night....

Orton: I will.

Outlaw and Orton both walk out of the locker room as there scene fades to black with their banner re-appearing. (banner shown above)

End of Scene 1


Scene 2- Mental Shocks.



"Rogue And Cold Blooded" plays as K.Orton and Killa Outlaw get a strand of boos from the thy audience live at the arena.

They enter the ring shortly after hearing the boos and they stand in the center, seeing a spotlight hover above them.

Orton: As the dark clouds ascend rapidly on this cool night, one man has the distinct opportunity to become the 2011 Royal Rumble Winner and seeing has this opportunity only comes once in a full year round... this night will be covered in the form of diease simply known as....Cold Blood!


Outlaw: As i can see little brother, you seem very confident in winning tonight...you forget there are 29 others including myself that want to win.

It seems also very stunning that you actually want to win a match and make it to "The Grandest Stage of them all", we all wanna affect this big dream and move to it, only one can win...and that will be Thy's Prince Of Darkness....Killa Outlaw!

Orton begins to show a sign of jealousy as he tries not to speak.

Outlaw looks at him with a sign of concern before continuing to speak.

You seem concerned, distraught about my comments little briother...some people in this rumble have a high chance of winning...some have a low chance...but all in all...it ends up to somehow being the most anticipated match of them all.

You can be cold blooded, angry, mad, sad, happy...right now we both could really give a fuck.cause at the end of the day...one man wins and the other kicks his feet and says " i should have tried harder"

Many men tried and soundly succeded such as John Cena, Triple H, HBK, Edge and others...but as Barack Obama...our United Styates President said in his election speech a few years ago " it's time for a change!"

He moved on and became the president in the November voting and i plan to use that same objective to get a dark edge in the rumble and come out victorious....

Orton grabs him by the hair and immediately throws him over the ropes, taking off his jacket and tying up his braids in the process.

Outlaw slides back in and gets in his face, not playing around with his emotions.

Orton: i could fucking care less how you feel bro, but that was just a little taste of what i'm gonna do, see i might not be the biggest, stronest or fastest...but i'll make sure Cold Blood makes a statement tonight...and i dare you to stop me!


They stare down as "Another" plays and Outlaw slowly backs up and walks out the ring and up the ramp.

End Of Scene 2.

Scene 3: Final Fate.

Backstage we see them staring at each other with still no emotion of doubt between them.

Outlaw: Tonight is my night....

Orton: Cold blood rises....

Outlaw: Enigma

Orton: Cold Blood


They continue to argue as the final scene fades to black, dedicing who will win, they step closer as the banner shows up one more time.

EORP

OOC: made it a double rp, saves time and work...not too much of orton nor outlaw!

Good luck everyone!

[Vince McMahon]

The scene opens up inside of a very special lockerroom. The lockerroom of Vince McMahon, the owner and chairmen of Thy WWE. Vince sits behind his desk with a smile on his face. Wearing a black suit, Vince's smile suddenly turns into a grin. Vince chuckles and begins to speak into the Thy WWE camera.

Vince McMahon: Welcome to Ascension! Tonight we will have our second ever royal rumble match. Now, if you don't know how a royal rumble works then you shouldn't be watching Thy WWE in the first place. Unless you are a complete idiot, you should know that the winner of the royal rumble will be given an oppurturnity at this years Wrestlemania. The winner will be given a world title shot at the main event of Wrestlemania.

Now, The Undertaker won the rumble last year but missed out on the world title match. What a shame but some might be happy that he never competed in that world title match. He would be champion still today if he had. That was last year and this year we have alot of underdogs in this rumble. Guys like Beno, Barton and Rhino. But can I sit here with a straight face and tell you who I believe is going to win? No I can not. Do I care who wins? Not really. All I care about is the fans and the money. I am the owner of this company because I want to bring Thy to the top of the wrestling world.

I will be known as greatest and most powerful man on this earth and I am close to it. You see, I make millions of dollars and I can do whatever I want here in Thy WWE. Hell, I could give myself the world title. I won't do that but the rumble...anything can happen. The rumble is an oppurutunity for anybody here. Even myself..Heh, just think Vince winning the 2011 Rumble match.

We'll see...We'll see!

End of Roleplay and the scene fading to black.

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The Time of Wreckoning

Prologue

The return of The Most electricfying man in sports entertainment shocked the world four weeks ago. The Rock returned to amazement of the capacity crowd who was shocked but delighted in his return. After Seven years of exile away from the business that gave The People's Champion his famous name, he returned to the ring only to be confronted by Professor of Thuganomics, Bob Cena. The crowd was awaiting in antcipation as these two great superstars traded insults to one another. Rick Speedwagon then came to the ring to tell the two superstars that they will face each other the week after on Monday Night Raw.

The two finally locked horns a week later on Monday Night Raw with the match ending in suspicious circumstances with Professor of Thuganomics slapping the STFU on The Rock and The Rock banged his head on the ring and knocked himself out for Bob Cena to pick up the victory with The Rock unable to continue. The Rock was less than impressed with this when he found this out knowing he lost unfairly. The Rock then went onto Friday Night Smackdown after Thy WWE was subject of a draft draw. The Rock's mind was fully focused on Professor of Thuganomics when he had a match up with Edge which The People's Champion went on to become victorius.

The Brahma Bull goes into Ascension entering the Royal Rumble match where he will fight it out with 29 other men for the oppertunity at his first chance at Thy WWE Championship at ethier Brian Gunn and current Champion Sheamus. The match has anticipation knowing that he could finally get his hands on Professor of Thuganomics but will emotions have a part to play in this epic match.

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SORRY THAT THE RP IS SMALL I HAVE BEEN BUSY AND DIDN'T WANT A NO SHOW. BUT PROFESSOR OF THUGANOMICS ITS ON

[Triple H [T] -Mexi]

Throughout the annals of history men have waged war to gain a prize. Whether that prize was taking land, gold, or even taking the lives of others back then. The bottom line is that all these men across several continents made war essential as a part of their lives. To do battle was to show your strength, courage, and desire to be recognized for being the best at it. As the entirety of civilization has evolved the constant power for such notability has been shaped into different forms. Regardless of the fact that there still may be war and the taking of money it’s done under the same ways at times but there is others. Men compete more now in sports and business rather than to conquer one another like they have done in the past. Yet these small references within those enclosed areas men still battle each other under rules to gain the title of being the best at it and to achieve the greatest prize in their area of expertise if needed. A man may not be ramming a spear through another’s chest but he may be tackling him to ensure a victory. To fight in different ways for respect and admiration many seek to hold that title above all else.

This brings to the point of what the Royal Rumble part of Ascension means to thirty superstars in Thy WWE. It is showing that there is a greater prize on the line and that thirty men will compete in the Royal Rumble just to earn a spot at facing the World Champion as the new number one contender at Thy’s own Wrestlemania. It’s like the Gladiatorial fights of own for a man to win his freedom and to be remembered. Winning the Royal Rumble holds about the same prize for a man to be remembered it begins a legacy that others have to follow. So who will truly win such a match and ascend toward greatness while all the others are left in the dust to wonder and wait for their time to really begin.

Names stack the card of many men who look to proclaim their prize, thirty men with different backgrounds and different reasons step forth like soldiers heading into war. The face of only one man will rise through the ashes of battle. Names of past, present, and future rise up to claim what has not yet been in their hands in Thy WWE. One of those names belongs to a man who wants to bring representation back to a company that only last fall looked as if it was fading into darkness. One man wants to rise up to prove that he is still at the top of his game and to get his crack at men such as Sheamus and Brian Gunn. Despite having been on top before this man’s ascension fits the name of the Pay per View solely on the fact of rising back to his formers status.

This man’s name has been the epitome of the business in another company. His name seeks respect just by appearing and just when his music cracks the air waves the familiarity storms like electricity through the crowd. That man is none other than The Game, The King of Kings Triple H. As the weeks have gone by since Triple H stepped foot within Thy WWE he has dominated most those he has faced. First he claimed domination over the man known as Austin Starr that was step one, the next step was when he plummeted former great Maven into the dust as only a memory. His next battle was probably his most intense and that was two matches with Mr. Cartwright with the first match ending in a draw. Despite that match itself leading to a draw the men battled back and forth with all their might. Then it developed into a rematch that happened at Oppression where Mr. Cartwright wound up the victor but after that Triple H didn’t let that stop him at all. No for after nearly a number of weeks of going back and forth with Brian Gunn backstage Triple H once more found himself stepping into the ring and ready to fight off other challengers. He was not taken seriously right away by Barton and that cost him the match. With a huge victory Triple H stepped forward to send a message, he stepped forward to let others know he was back on his game and coming for them. The once mighty king was going to move step by step to reclaim a thrown he once had and it was going to be made with the blood and bodies of those that stepped before him.

Now what does a man that has done it all have yet to prove? That’s what a lot of people are wondering about this step in Triple H’s career when he is not getting any younger. Maybe the final rune of a man whose own passion and brutality are finally coming to a grand fruition of determination. That question will only be answered when the man known as Triple H steps into the Royal Rumble at Ascension and does his part to make Thy WWE stand up and take notice of him. A name that has helped shaped the wrestling industry, a name that has carried it through times when others could not, and a name that with one mention would get a passerby to look up to notice that wow he still has it. But the road to the main event for Wrestlemania is built upon one superstar busting their ass more than the rest, knowing that they can walk out through the sheer determination of their own heart and desire. Triple H has long since been a man that would sacrifice it all to get to the very top. He has used people, he has used politics, and he has taken others out. The rise and the return of the king may very well be at hand come Ascension.

[Three Days Before Ascension: Desert Metaphor]

The scene comes to a vast horizon over a desert setting, the sunrise is off in the background as the orange, red, and yellow mixture make the sky mesh together like an oil painting. A figure cast like a shadow from the remaining darkness kneels down with one hand picking up sand and letting it fall slowly from his palm. As the sand drops slowly like that within an hour glass the light envelopes his form starting from his feet revealing the black steel toed work boots he wore, moving upward the shining sun comes over a faded pair of blue jeans. Then it reveals the black leather jacket that has the King of Kings logo upon it. Now the sun is up and it shines on the sandy brown hair that flows onto the shoulders of Triple H. As the last of the sand slips from his hand his voice comes off cool in the setting.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “I’ve decided to take my own road to Ascension and I know that the Pay per View itself is close at hand. But I’ve had to get time to stop and think, not just travel with the pack as it were. The sand that ran through my hand represents the sands of time, it represents that all of us are truly nothing but dust in the wind. Let me elaborate further on the notion of my words. The sands of time run down on every wrestler who gets within the ring, it runs down on all of us that step up and put our bodies on the line each and every time. Throughout the years I have physically abused mine from the likes of Hell in a Cell to Elimination Chambers. I’ve battled the biggest names to prove that I still can stand in the ranks, to stand not as some symbol of a new or old age but to just stand. Standing to keep the status I’ve built for so many long years. But coming to Thy WWE I’ve had to step up again, rebuild another legacy by dropping more down to the level below me. I’ve knocked three men down and had a battle with one man that was majorly intense. My career here has been short but in that time eyes have looked up, eyes have come to see that the Cerebral Assassin is ready to do whatever it takes. My theory on sands in the hour glass is easy, it’s to show that I’m still not out of time, that no matter how much the timer with grains of sands are flowing to the end of my career that I will push regardless of the fact. But eventually everyone’s time runs out and some of the men realize that. Hence so many are bound and determined to win the Royal Rumble at the Pay per View. Because eventually the hour glass of our time breaks and the dust flies into the wind leaving us as nothing but a memory, as more sand that is piled upon one another. Ironic how fate can break us and bury us in an instant that can be no more than a memory. Now as the time winds down on my career a lot of these men don’t think that I am the same man I used to be, a lot of these men don’t realize their time is shorter than even mine. I’m not here to make friends that point is going to be clear because as each grain of sand that blew from my hand it was more than a representation for just me and other things. It was a representation that I am going to make those men the dust that flies from my hand, that each man is nothing by the dirt at my feet. You don’t become a King of Kings by playing nice and doing patty cake with every person that walks by. You do it by understanding this business and knowing where you are at. Every little grain of sand that falls within the hour glass of your career is one that must be held and fought for. Every little bit that is left of a person is a representation of that sand, even now as the wind blows around the sand in other words those who have faded they are still in the past, they are many while only few rest on top forever. It’s amazing that each one little grain of sand can stand so powerful a representation. Now with that in mind no one should lose sight of their goals. It could only be a matter of time as they are grains and no one escapes fate. This is just one reason why each man wants glory now because when the time runs out and your determination falters you are nothing but useless sand that falls to cover or get buried by those that have come before you. I’ve stood on this plateau for more than a few years, I’ve been adding more time to my hour glass because unlike most men I can drive hard to everything that I want to achieve. My legacy is vast in these sands of time as it were but the trickling sands will not have me, the trickling sands will not take me yet as the time seems to draw inevitably closer my strength becomes about facing off for one big final run. Bit by bit, drop by drop as the wind clears away those from the past I will stay a solidity, a nature of remembrance that will not be outdone. Each man is just another grain, a grain lost and a grain removed. Do not feel bad for tonight I will walk across each man and come out on top. Not because of this metaphorical language because I know one hundred percent that I am still the best at what I do.”

Triple H slowly stood up from his kneeling position dusting the sand off his hands. He turned around to face the camera that was filming him. Revealing the King of Kings t-shirt that Triple H now wore. Removing the sunglasses from his eyes as the sun became a clear orange as it finished lighting up the sky which became clear blue. Triple H would turn back around heading toward a small cabin that looked beaten down and worn stationed in the middle of the desert. There was a black SUV that sat beside it, Triple H pushed into the small cabin as the door hinges squealed once pushed. Triple H walked over to a table with a single chair and sat down. On the table was a replica of the Thy WWE Championship. Triple H only focused his gaze to it, unnerving and not moving.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Grandeur? Accomplishment? Power? What exactly is it about this belt that drives us? The undivided attention of many that fall upon one small object, our focus never stops being captured by something that has existed since wrestling really became a major draw throughout different territories. A world championship belt, the biggest meaning in every company. I’ve claimed my number over the years, I’ve held an impressive amount, I’ve dominated many matches to wear a prestigious title like that of the replica that sits before me. I’ve watched men carry belts like this with honor and watched others carry it with utter disgrace. It sickens me to think of the people out there that don’t respect such a thing as this, that don’t respect what men have sacrificed to wear the gold in and out of the ring. The rumble is such a match that makes the next challenger for the belt. So when one man stands on top their arms raised they will continue on to either face Sheamus or Brian Gunn. Two men who have made their presence felt over the last few months. I have been one who has had my share of instances with Brian Gunn and they are not over. But this title before me, this replica is what we all fight for, it’s an essence sort of thing. It means you have reached the top. It means every bruise, broken bones, torn muscles, hard work, and many other painful and inspiring reasons have given forth an accomplishment of one’s entire career. Thirty men don’t want to win just to say they did it, thirty men don’t want to win just because the match is truly one of the most unpredictable, and thirty men will lie and say that they believe this match defined them. The only thing the match will really settle is who was better on that night and who walked out stronger. The plans for every superstar is to win an then get the title that currently resides around the waist of Sheamus and with so many men going after it this rumble is a good representation of how badly people want something and the fact that once the belt is around your waist you’re the target of an onslaught of men. Thirty men are starved to become the next World Champion, they believe that it is their destiny and some of them might be right but the fact that each man has to go through twenty nine other men to get to it means that the dream is that many bodies away from getting a chance to prove it. That’s the main problem with a rumble every man will get their chance and others will fall to the fate of never even touching the gold. I can relate to winning and losing a rumble, I can relate to having to go through this but the fact remains that all these men despite all their strengths will have to go through me to get anywhere. My number like every other man’s has been drawn and the crowd will see when I come out to begin tossing bodies over as well. I could be number one, number fifteen, or number thirty. Beginning, middle, or end when it comes right down to it I am going to be one of the most feared competitors in the match. I’ve fought my entire career to be one of the bests and despite all the men wanting to hold a belt like the one in front of me now it will be a cold day in hell when all of them even get near the title. The match is mine to control and like I said whatever number is in my pocket for the rumble domination and eradication play a vital key in getting the job done. I got one thing to say though.”

Triple H would pick up the replica title belt and held it to the camera.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “This may be a replica, this is just an example, this very belt is a copy of what will be mine. For now all of the other twenty nine men who walk the hallways with a smug smile can shove this little dose of reality up their backsides because it is the Game Triple H that is going to once more walk out as the winner and move onto the net thing. I’m going to do what I always did and that is to make sure that everyone perceives me as the best because I believe that is what I am no matter what happens. The era of a king has always been needed and to claim that thrown means to topple some of the best athletes from both brands which means not only do I get to kick ass of men who are on my own show but I get to kick ass of the second rate show of Thy. Don’t get me wrong Smackdown roster it just would be right if I wanted your brand to win over my own. Got to deal with brutal honesty and that is something I am good with.”

Triple H would then toss the replica aside walking out of the old cabin. He stepped away from the door and climbed into the SUV, the engine started up, then the vehicle just drove away.

[Two Days Before Ascension: My Other Reality]

In this setting Triple H is sitting with his family in a restaurant. His wife and daughters sit with them, Triple H looks to a menu as he starts to speak.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “I know you’ve been wanting me to retire from some time but the Royal Rumble match is the biggest thing in the company right now and you know I want to spend more time with our three daughters. But every man needs one more run at the belt and that’s what this is for me Steph.”

Their near five year old daughter would be eating her food while sitting next to her father. Their near three year old daughter would be playing with hers. And Steph would be feeding their near one year old in the high chair that had been given to them. Triple H even smiled a bit as he looked around to them.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Now with the changing of more talent coming in newer and younger guys I’ve got to keep up. I’ve blown out my knees in the past along with a few minor injuries that kept me off the shelf. But while I was off I’ve been around to raise our kids and I will help guide our little girls. From Aurora to Murphy to Vaughn they all mean the world to me. But just in three days time it will be the Pay per View, it will be one more chance for the moment of glory. I’ve been hearing it by the fans and by people in the back saying I am too old. Saying that I can’t do this like I used to, that Triple H’s body is to beaten and to worn.”

[Billion Dollar Princess] Stephanie McMahon: “I know Hunter, I did ask you to stop before joining Thy. But the fact is your going to be done when you are going to be done when you are ready. We have a family and I know you love them. When you arrived just an hour ago you went right to the girls taking them all up into your arms. There is two sides to you Hunter. I know what you need and you need to be in that ring. Depriving a part of yourself won’t help and I want you to win not just to go on to Wrestlemania but to prove that you still have the same tenacity for the business as you did when I married you. The same spark that built between us in business that led to us creating what is before you.”

Triple H would look to all his daughters; he reached over wiping off Murphy’s face. He then reached across picking her up to hold as she was a mess.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “These girls were created out of passion and I love them with everything in me. Yes Stephanie we met in the business and I’ve had the greatest life ever since then. Your right that I have to go in there and do what I do best. All of the guys say maybe I should step it up or change a little. I heard one official say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. But when it comes time for the Royal Rumble many of the men will learn all of the same tricks still work. Your right that I need this, that it’s a part of who I am. Every man has two sides like a coin, it’s the place that I can be me. I’m a father and I’m a wrestler, two halves that make a whole. Of course once these girls start dating I will go wrestler mode to those boys no doubt.”

Steph and Hunter shared a laugh at the comment between them. Hunter would set Murphy back down into her spot at the table.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “I guess with that said I need to continue heading toward the arena, it’s just another road I’m traveling and I’m dang sure not going to mess this up. I love you and the girls Steph and I hope you’re their watching as I do become that man once more and begin my final rise up to grasp at becoming the King of Kings. Every word I hear of not being able to do it because of age or there is someone better I’m going to think of all of you and know that you are standing behind me with every breath I take. My girls, you’re the heart of who I am and knowing Steph that you support me in this conquest of Thy I’m going to let them know that this game is far from over.”

Steph rose up and kissed Triple H on the lips, he kissed each one of his girls on the forehead after he kissed Steph. Once done he headed out of the building and again to the black SUV he had gotten into before. In the restaurant Steph was speaking.

[Billion Dollar Princess] Stephanie McMahon: “I’m going to clean you girls up, and finish paying. Then we are going to head to see grandma and grandpa. We have to watch daddy in three days win the Royal Rumble match.”

Aurora spoke as she looked to her mommy.

[1st Born Daughter] Aurora Lévesque: “Daddy goin to knock the other men out of the ring. Daddy is going to win pretty shiny title soon. Mommy I want to watch daddy win, daddy stronger than all the other daddies and he protect us.”

Stephanie smiled as her daughter said that, Triple H’s SUV was pulling out at the same time.

[One Day Before Ascension: Taking Up Arms]

Triple H was looking down the road that led into Michigan his drive had taken in there. The Ascension Pay per View was happening at the Palace of Auburn Hills which located in Detroit, home of teams such as The Pistons and Red Wings. Triple H stood pacing alongside his black SUV with a sledgehammer in his hands.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Not too far from where the event is going to be happening. I bet every man is thinking on this day will I be the one? Will I be the one whose arms are raised and will I drive home the fact of how much it means? Childish thoughts, childish questions if you doubt on this day the day just before then you should not be in it. If you question a win you should not be in it. If you question any part of this matter then it is proven that you are not ready to handle the burden to go for the championship. This is not a kids game anymore when you were younger and dreaming about doing more. No this is about making your own difference and ready to basically settle your deal with the devil. To shake his hand and go through hell to get the job done? This is no fairy tale where someone I going to be at the end of the road to hold your hands kids. This is like when you have to stand up, like men that were drafted into the army they didn’t know if they were ready. They didn’t know if the burden was going to be so big or if they were ready to move to the front lines. You have to believe this is like going to war because no one in that ring is going to have pity and remorse, no one is going to hold you close and tell you things will be okay after your ass gets removed.”

Triple H holds up the sledgehammer in both hands and looks directly at the hardened end that he holds. Taking a deep breath.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Taking up arms, taking up the courage to go forth into a battle even knowing that you may lose defines a man. It doesn’t have to be the rumble even though that has been my constant subject over the last few days and I know it. I’m a man possessed on winning but in regards to the topic a man is strapped into something and going in unsure is a costly thing. I’ve watched guys and girls walk in and out of the doors of this industry who had the talent but lost sight of things. We see soldiers on television who go to other places to defend our freedom and only some of them go in sure of themselves. For going into any place no matter how big the differences the questioning of being good enough or ready looms like a gray cloud over head. Back in other days I’ve had that doubt, I’ve had different types of doubt wondering if I could even hack it in this business but I pushed myself every night. In the middle of my career I questioned it for a bit but I know who I am. In this field known as wrestling I’m a veteran at this business but that’s also what gives me an edge because I know the field first hand. I’m not just some washed up has been, I breathe the business. Tomorrow the proof of my years in the ring will be displayed, it will be like a volatile art form. Some men are good at painting a picture or singing a song. I’m good at hurting people and making sure they no longer move once I have finished. The battering of another human being is seen wrong in the eyes of many but we fill the arenas every night with people all set to watch us do it. I’ve concaved enough skulls and broken enough body parts to create my own battle field. But that’s what wrestling is like is war. It’s not a major deal like war though but the comparison of being in a place where you have to fight and keep fighting to be on top is the main point. Carrying this sledgehammer is the same as if I were a knight wielding his sword or a modern soldier with his gun. Every person that goes to battle has a weapon that defines them and this is the weapon that defines me. The sledgehammer has been that consistency that was a part of who I am. Tonight I’m not using it but the air of familiarity helps people. It’s another thing about confidence. It was the same way with the title I showed a few days ago. That belt and this hammer are just a representation of inner moods and desires. We grasp at objects so often to help us convey who we are. But that’s another point the Rumble is made for us to stand up and deliver. It is made for us to push ourselves past limits. I’m going to push past my limits and I’m going to stand up and do what I must to win. The King of Kings is who I am, it’s who I have learned to be when stepping through those ropes. Life and death, broken or healthy, I am wrestling, and I will keep that desire deep and strong!”

Triple H dropped the sledgehammer on the side of the road looking down to it.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “They say a man evolves over time, that he makes his own destiny. The sledgehammer is something I’ve relied on but in the rumble it’s not something I need. I’m not evolving because I have already ascended into the person I am meant to be. But what I am going to accomplish at the Pay per View that weapon is not needed. I am the sledgehammer, I am the weapon that will break those that try to stop me. The last rumble I won was in 2002. It’s again time for my name to headline the victory.”

Triple H’s eyes looked down to the hammer and then turned walking away climbing into his vehicle driving into the city of Detroit.

[Day of Ascension: Do What Must Be Done]

Triple H appeared in his locker room dressed in his gear. The black trunks on, full black knee pads, and elbow pads, and unlike one hand being taped over both were. Triple H’s back was seen as he stretched his arms out. Pushing back and forth to make sure he was ready. Reaching down he grabbed bottled water that was opened pouring it over his hair. Triple H turned around looking fierce and the camera caught the image of his eyes lighting with a fire that burned for a great victory.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Tonight boys we decide the one man that will make Thy as the second ever Royal Rumble winner. I’ve said all I really need to say. You’ve all seen me divulge who I am over the last few days and its damn apparent tonight was on my mind. I may not give the best presentation, I may not have the best looks, but I’m one of the toughest men that have walked in Thy WWE. Win or lose you will see me in that match, I am not a broken down horse ready to be sent to the glue factory yet. In the days I have my reasons for doing this for peace of mind, for family, and for honor. But tonight I add the final reason, to resume my legacy. My moves may be overused, my song overplayed, my career possibly to long, and my catchphrases worn. But that’s all a part of who I am, it’s all a part of what I do. Many years spent and more or few to come. The meaning of this is its Game Over for many men tonight. Because I may say win or lose but come hell or high water I’m walking out the winner.”

Triple H would continue to stretch as the camera watched him , he walked out of the locker room and into the hallway looking around.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “I’ve always wondered how many people are really afraid of me. My anger use to go off like a detonator. But that’s the price of being a man like me. You have to deal with the issues but I got the best job in the world to deal with it. This is that kind of job you want to be passionate about. Hell I married into the family even that was a surprise but I’m happy with it. Even if my two bit father in law owns this company doesn’t really bother me either. I’ve spent so many days walking these halls, watching all these faces go by me daily. Settings have changed, people have changed, hell even I have changed. But what part does that play walking toward a backstage curtain. The role it plays is that I’m very interested in what I can still accomplish with the time I have left. I’ve broken barriers, I’ve helped make men into stars, but in the grand scheme it comes back to me doing my part. The very idea that I’ve been captivated and held gold over thirteen times in my long career goes to show that I didn’t stop loved or hated by the fans. That tells me I am doing something right, I get the reaction.”

Triple H keeps walking the sound of his boots hitting the floor as he makes it to the stage curtain.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Despite having talked about the glory about the rumble or personal affiliation of how I feel about it I am going to run down the list of men in it. Going to tell all of them right here and now if I literally give two damn cents about them. It’s not a good night unless you trash talk at least a little using names. Which really I haven’t done much of. Aaron, well not a damn clue that’s useless. Barton, oh now that is a fight, that kid has talent and took me to some limits in our last match. I will make sure to personally reserve a spot for his ass over the top ropes. Maybe he can count the match as another loss to his record that he held so close to his heart and I don’t care about. Ben Connor, again new guy, looks impressive, hope to see what he has to offer. Beno…next. CM Punk, the straight edge bitching Messiah, over and out. Crisis, I don’t care. Dominic Reynolds, the man looks to be very presentable for a wrestler and I wonder what he can bring. This man is going to be some of the toughest competitions and I haven’t really seen much from him yet. But if he things that desire plays a part in his chance then he hasn’t met the best in this business. Edge, the Rated R Superstar, this man has talent and will do whatever it takes to win. I’ve had my issues in the past with him but the more I look at things I would do the same and I have in aspects. But he will only be rated G for Gone. Freedom, I don’t know much about him but I do know that he is good. Good luck Freedom I do say that because your unknown to me but you won’t be unknown to the outside flooring. Greenspark easy, lights out. Hulk Hogan, the man so old his hips creak, the man so old that his hair lines is reappearing in his ears. Only leg that’s gonna hit is your two feet outside. Jacob Senn, James Chaos, Joey the Basterd don’t care. That brings me to John Cena the..”

Triple H moves forward and does the you can’t see me taunt and then just smirks.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Your right I don’t see you, I don’t see your ass winning. Next up Justin Time, The Icon Champion. Just having that belt means he is battle worthy because you don’t get a title by just walking in the door. Now Justin I will lay this down for you I respect you, I think you are going to put up a hell of a fight. But just for the record if the phrase Game Time comes out it means you were tossed over. K. Orton, I know you kid, you’re the so called cold blood or something. Your trying to be this big deal but you can’t win a match like this. There is more talented superstars, more experience, if you want a Royal Rumble you can win I hear there is a kiddie pool downtown. Killa Outlaw same thing I said to K Orton. Mark Greenburg, same thing I said to the last two. Maven again same thing I said to the last three. Montel Vontavious Porter, The MVP, The Most Valuable Pretender of talent in Thy. Your going out to son, sorry my ring my rules. POT, rap city boy I’ve been saving this one for you.”

Triple H would clear his throat. He holds up a finger signaling for them to wait one minute.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “You’re this master of Thuganomics, but you look like and F’d up super hero from bad comics. You come off with these lines that sound like a three year old wrote, I don’t know which man in this rumble you will deep throat, But the fact is I won’t make fun of your sexuality, because your just another victim to the Game’s brutality. Randy Orton you know damn well how I already feel about you. You’ve done things in the past so eliminating you won’t be a problem in fact it will probably be the most fun I have all night. Then Randy Savage you have got to be kidding me? The Macho Man and Hogan are both in this. I was talking about the age thing, this is like…geriatric wrestling. Rhino, the man beast, Gore Gore Gore…it played out in ECW bro. This is your hometown to isn’t it well your home state. Must be nice to know your ass is going to get showed up in front of the people that care about you. I guess we all have to face that but tonight you’re the one that has to face that. Sting your iconic bro, I respect you and everything you’ve done for this business. But that won’t stop me from doing the job but if it comes down to the two of us it will be my honor. The Rock, Dwayne partner how’s the movie biz? I mean I know your back here in wrestling talking about shoving things up peoples asses, hiding your true nature behind wanting to eat pies. IT DOESN’T MATTER! You’re going over the top rope too. TJ Williams don’t care either and Xavier Oden you made a bit impact when you first arrived you’re kind of dwindling now. Well I guess that will fit since you’re another goner. But let me tell you this much all of these men are just a number, I am to but I get to stand here and wait. I get to wait and see my entry. Just like all the other guys are going to line up back here tonight we all know but when that music hits you will see what number I am. You will hear and see this!”

Triple H points to the curtain and automatically it shows Triple H’s tron and his theme hits, a new theme. “Warrior” by Disturbed plays

and after a few minutes it stops the scene cuts back to Triple H.

[The King of Kings] Triple H: “Now know that there is no chance! Know that this is my ring, this is my home, this is my kingdom. Each man who thinks they will stake claim into something I have built a legacy out of can grovel at my feet. I’m that guy, I’m the one who fights to prove, to make sure no one takes what I have captured in years of pure fight and dedication. This is the business that was built on the back of those the crowd would watch and my back bears as many lashes as the next guy. Watch the rising, watch the culmination of everything later on tonight. Watch the Royal Rumble closely. I’ve done it all and I’ve said it all now I am going to show them all. King of Kings is not just a title it’s a damn life style, my life style. Every man I don’t care about, didn’t mention or even did. Respect or not you will fall just like every other little insect beneath my feet. I’m the King of Kings damn it, I want my throne and I will not be held back. Domination is not just a word, Destruction is not just a word, and Ruthlessness is not just a word. It’s my way of getting what I want. So those watching tonight raise to your feet, to those in the ring bow to your knees. For I have come back to where I belong to achieve what I want. In the words of old reborn through my own lips LONG LIVE THE KING!”

Triple H would finish speaking the anger in his eyes, the pure hunger was showing. He motioned to his hips for the World Championship, he then raises his arms up slowly in his unique fashion. The camera closed out on the scene leaving the hungry image of the King of Kings Triple H in the minds of all that were watching his promo, he was surely not going to back down and he proved through his words that this was the fight for his career and the fight to achieve his dream of wearing gold just one more time.