Ascension: The Rumble

[Dominic Reynolds]

Ascension Rumble
(First Entrant: Teatly)
(Final Entrant: "The Saviour" Jacob Senn)

Open battle royal to anybody on the Thy WWE roster. The rules are very simple, throw your opponents over the top rope and the final man standing goes to the main event of Wrestlemania against the World Champion. Dreams are realized here, destinies are fulfilled. This match can see anything happen, who wants it bad enough? We are going to find out come the 1st of July.

OOC Note: If you want to RP for the Rumble, go ahead, hence the word "open". If you're in a non-rumble match and want to RP for the rumble, you can, because it's "open".

Plus the RP Limit for Ascension is two (one non Rumble RP/one Rumble RP). I dont know how to be any more clear...but if there are questions, let me know.

[turtle]

Im getting hungry of my first title i have been wrestling for many and many companys wrestling in bingo halls,high schools and ive never tasted the glory of a championship. I Am on a mission to win the rumble and prove to everyone i am DEADLY and DEADLIER THAN EVER.
im tired of being "the good guy" for everyone. for now im "THE Bad Guy" Ryback. *throws down mic*

[Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family]

The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind


Candles are lit, casting a gentle light against bare walls and floor. The high calls of crows are heard against the softly singing voice. But then the quiet whisper becomes loud voice, filled with anger and pain....

"Just paint your face," the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired......"

The hands slowly dip into white paint, and spread it across the face of the singing man. His face isn't quite seen, but the viewer can tell the face is painted white, white a death.

Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream's the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end......

Then, with a hand that quivers slightly, he takes a paintbrush and slowly puts lines on both eyes, and lines that crossed across his cheeks from his mouth. Dipping the quivering brush into the black paint, he fills the area around his eyes with the paint, and he puts some on his lips. The ritual is complete. He has stepped into the role he had when he was revived. A figure of hope. A figure of pain. Of tragedy.

Revenge.


HE WAS ALL PAINTED UP LIKE A DAMN DEAD WHORE!

The name he whispers speaks volumes about the pain that his body has been cursed with ever since those five men has killed him. Brutally. He could still feel the window give under the pressure of his back being tossed into it, distinctly remember the shard slicing his neck and causes more blood to leak. Maybe thats why he died before he landed.

Or maybe he just didn't want to live.

Something has told him that Shelley died while they tossed him out of the window. It was cold whisper that showcased a great wisdom and a great burden.

The voice of a Crow.


If Eric Draven had only known Shelley would be killed that day, he never would have left her at the house. He would have stood his ground. She loved his concerts. But she said there was cleaning to do, stuff to prepare.

But upon his re-visit to the ruined house, he made a discovery that brought tears leaking in large streams down his face, a discovery that brought him to his knees.

Eric,
I've got something to tell you. I'll be right behind you as you read this, so try not to fall over....
I'm pregnant!

Love Shelley!

The paper was ripped in some places, and was covered in grime and dirt.

Eric had traveled to the roof of the house and burned the letter, and the only picture of Shelley and him he ever found. He didn't burn them for malicious reasons- it was like a cremation and almost set Eric free from his burden. But he had work to do.

[Tetley]

Scene 1

Via youtube

Uploaded by: Suckmyfuckingballs

-the scene fades in Captain Tetley Siting on a crappy desk chair his face lit up from the computer screen the web cam is positioned on the only other thing in the shot is the off white walls in the background-

Tetley: Waaaassup Teabaggers before I start talking about the rumble there's something i gotta talk about, the other day my friend sent me this video and this video was the trailer to the porn game bonetown and i gotta say it was fucking hilarious, after your done watching this video go look it up on youtube I then got the game and i gotta say joke sex joke sex sex sex joke sex makes a fucking awesome game after you watch the trailer and laugh your ass off i recommend buying the game i give it awesomeness plus 97 out of 10.

Now a message to all the Teabaggers I'm gonna let you guys in on something I lost on purpose I let myself get thrown out first it's all part of my strategy you see now there all gonna underestimate me and I will pick my spot and take 'em off guard because no one sees teabaggary coming____

Unnamed Hooker: Hey Ranting dumb ass you only paid for an hour.

Tetley: Later guys I'll be doing something tomorrow Follow me on twitter for the time and place and I almost forgot Rumble opponents you can all SUCK!... MY!!... BALLS!!!

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Scene 2 live (off camera)

-Captain Tetley is standing at a street corner surrounded by his "teabaggers" as he begins to speak-

Tetely: Hello my Teabaggers I see you got my tweet to come down here for a meet and greet and I also have a few things to say first recently I haven't been focused and I finally figured out why and it all comes down to two reasons one I've been trying to focus so much that I haven't been watching my porn, my balls were like ten pound weights and the other reason is I haven't been doing my weekly meeting you you crazy fuckers now I'm gonna meet you all and as always I'll sign physical objects any female body part preferably tits they're just easier to sign than other places.

*Tetley does the double eyebrow raise thing signs some tits as well as other places and takes one of the girls back to his place*

(this is going where you think it is but I'm not writing that part because this is not a porno rp so we're skipping ahead to an hour before Ascension)

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Scene 3 1 hour before Ascension

-Captain Tetley is standing atop the arena with a mic starring out at the people waiting to get into the arena as they stare back waiting for him to say something as they have nothing else to do-

Why hello Teabaggers, Haters and other Thy WWE fans I am the master of teabaggary, the king of badassary, the douche that won't die, The mouth that wouldn't shut Captain Tetley!!!!! and I feel like having some fun so to start it doesn't matter that I'm entering first because I will pull off something to steal the win and go on to wrestlemania to become Champion however unlike other people i don't lie and claim this is a must win and that it's my destiny to become champion destiny doesn't exist what happens all comes down to skill work and luck and whatever you say your destiny is Jacob it doesn't mean it'll happen. Also Jacob you say that your the most underrated superstar and you need this win to get your shot well first of all you've had shots i could be wrong but if I'm right you've had multiple shots and guess what you did every time you... lost and you also say your the most underrated superstar in Thy WWE well I say bullshit your not underrated you had your chance and lost now get in line because the real most underrated superstar in Thy WWE The Teabagger Captain Tetley so Jacob Senn when we meet in the ring you can suck my number one entrant Balls now I'd rant about everyone in the rumble but I gotta go backstage and prepare for the rumble so until than Teabaggary rules all and Haters can go fuck themselves.

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THE BATTLE ISN'T GETTING TO THE TOP
THE TRUE BATTLE IS STAYING DIRECTLY AT THE TOP

"The battle has not yet been won. I can see the path dead ahead, right in front of me. The top is within my grasps. The army that I dragged along with me, they know that the battle isn't over just yet. They have a great deal of knowledge packed behind them, to the point where they've come to an understanding that, just because you're at the top doesn't mean the war or the battle is over. It now means that it's only just begun. It has now gone into full force, stepping away from the brief intermission you set the engine on, and we blast away. "We're at the top now, shall we stop firing?" No. We keep firing until all who try and surpass me, are dead and gone. The war is not over, the era has only just begun. The war is over once we fall off, and decide to quit."

"Although, I would like to think that there isn't an ounce of quit in me. I would like to think that I'm not going to give up, I'm right about that. For as long as I'm on top, I'm going to stay on top, because the drive that takes over my body, and the determination that I withhold in the moment that I realize that I am in control, it is far too overwhelming for anyone to handle. I'm too hot to touch, and too hard to handle. The top is looking mighty bright for me right now, and the competition is looking dull, as I bash their heads in, I look to establish myself as the main threat, I look to establish myself as the only survivor. In a land filled with dust, and debris, I stand above the rest, the war is now over, we can all go back home to the lives that we once lead, until I call you back for the second wave of destruction."

"Being on top, there is always going to be someone else coming at you, there is always going to be that person that drives at you with the velocity of a bullet, thinking that they can take you down, but they lack the intelligence to realize that I am in fact, impenetrable. Try to get past the hard exterior that I have so built up for me, but you can only go about it in a losing effort. I pride myself on being indestructible, on being invincible, on god mode. You cannot throw me off once I set my sights onto something, once I reinstated the Age of Punk. It's become quite apparent that I am unstoppable, this inner greed that I have for the gold is all the fuel that I need to continue on to decimate, and completely demolish the opposition. It's my destiny, and I'm a one man wrecking crew, redefining my destiny, and reaching to become the absolute overachiever. The One Man Dynasty... one man army, one man, one nation, one era, one goal, to become the best that this industry has ever laid eyes on."

"Step into the asylum, toss yourself a strait jacket, and step deeply into the deranged mind of CM Punk. This is how you see me, at this point? Isn't it? Crazy? Stepping back into old roots, possibly due to the fact that I've come so close to my goal, that I've become obsessed with just gaining it. The closer I get, the more obsessed I become with it, the more infatuated I get, just with a mere glimpse of that belt, that title. What makes being champion so desirable? What makes me want this so bad? Why do I have this constant urge to reach out and grab that title? It symbolizes greatness, it sums up everything that I am. Call me crazy for being so fascinated by an inanimate object, but then again, how would you be if you walked a mile in my shoes? How would you react given the current circumstances that I find myself in?"

"Would you react quite like me, or would you travel down a different path? Sticking with your morals, and throwing out what benefits you in the end. Glancing out around the field, looking at those who are fallen, you find yourself to be the last one standing... living in eternal darkness, those who defeated you now parade over your corpse. It's all the difference between your methods, and my methods. Survival of the fittest is what I live by. Do anything to pick up victory, if it means doing something bad, then by all means, do it, just so you can have the upper hand in things. All of the greatest men at some point have committed their fair share of bad actions. It's what makes them stronger, it instills fear in most people. I instill fear in people because of my malicious acts that I commit. The people, they fear me. I love being feared, if anyone is going to feel anything toward me, and to my satisfaction, then it is going to be fear. Perhaps, I've been going about the wrong path all along. Perhaps, I've been doing this all wrong, this whole time."

"Doing what wrong you may ask. Everything. Having the people cheer me, and sticking up for those that I disliked in the first place. There are those few friends that I'd like to have stick around, but for the most part, I feel as if I've been walking backwards this whole time. The war hasn't progressed, it has been in a standstill, so here I stand... getting the upper hand, pushing the war in front of me, before me, and beyond that. Pushing it to levels that you cannot even begin to fathom. Just how am I going to push the war though? Just how am I going to rise above expectations, and in record breaking time? Going back to old roots, roots in which I didn't intend on coming back to for a while now, but so it seems I have relatively no choice but to, if I'm going to fulfill my duties, if I'm going to fulfill my destiny that has been put forth in front of me. With this mentality that I possess, I'm not going to be able to do much of anything."

"My friends, they are a distraction, the fans, they are a distraction. Everyone is a distraction, including my personal life. Perhaps, when I saw myself as a reflection in the mirror, and spoke out to me, my alter ego, was perhaps right when it said that I had too many distractions to move forward, that people around me were nothing but distractions that were keeping me from going on, and achieving great things. Sudden change? Well, I do pride myself off of being able to surprise just about anyone, with a swift, and sudden change of heart. Maybe this isn't me talking? Maybe it's these voices within my head? I don't care what they're saying, all I know is that the war has now begun, and now it is time for changes to come about, so that I can adapt. It's drastic, but it needs to be done. The war, has now officially begun, World War III.... get ready."

"good guys are a dime a dozen, but an aggressive leader is priceless."

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Punk said to himself as he found his eyes fixated on his own reflection that laid within the mirror. Pushing his hands against his face, he buries his face in his palms. Letting out a deep breath, Punk turns on the faucet, and wipes his face down. Drenching his face with water, then exiting the bathroom quietly. As he leaves the bathroom he walks into the master bedroom, which had it's own bathroom, which is where Punk just came from. Upon entering the bedroom, he glances around, then placing his eyes upon Samantha. He rolls his eyes a bit. With that, Samantha jumps up from the bed, approaching Punk. She wraps her arms around him, he doesn't say anything.

Silence.

The silence captivates the room, whilst holding Punk, Samantha looks up and places this face of pure confusion across her face. Wondering just what is wrong with Punk today.

SAMANTHA: “Punk, what's wrong?”

CM PUNK: “Complications...”

SAMANTHA: “With what?”

CM PUNK: “This....”

His voice trails off.

SAMANTHA: “This what?”

She looks at Punk, worried as to what he's going to say.

CM PUNK: “This.... marriage.”

SAMANTHA: “What is so complicated about it, Punk? I thought that we were doing so well? I thought that we were going to make this work for the babies?”

CM PUNK: “Yeah, for the babies...”

Punk leaves the bedroom, and he rolls his eyes, finding himself going down the stairs, into the kitchen. Looking through the refrigerator. Samantha doesn't follow too far behind either, she walks up behind Punk, rubbing his back. A growl escapes from his mouth faintly, looking over his shoulder at Samantha. His eyes squinted and cold, sending a slight chill down Samantha's back. She was confused, as was Punk at the same time though, these feelings toward Samantha didn't arise until a few hours ago. He had the flashback about the whole cheating situation, and how he caught Samantha with another man. It was all that he thought about recently. He couldn't get it off of his mind.

Punk drops his shoulder and walks away from Samantha, heading into the family room area, without any reluctance, Samantha walked behind Punk. She was curious and wanted answers, she wanted answers sooner than later. This was all so sudden, who wouldn't be left out in the dark with a situation like this, especially when they think that everything is going so well. It's true though, on the outside things were going very well, but just how were things on a deep, and emotional level?

Just what was Punk thinking? You know, sometimes people find it hard to fathom just what is going through the vacillate mind of CM Punk. He seemingly can give you one look, but then again be thinking an entirely different thing. It was extremely misleading, and right now, Samantha wasn't sure what was happening. She was being left out in the dark, and like any wife, she didn't like this. She didn't like this at all, but then again she wasn't inside of Punk's shoes. She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going through his mind, and obviously she didn't know what was going through his mind.

If she knew just exactly was going through his mind, then she wouldn't be talking to him about this right now, she wouldn't be picking at him to try and get answers out of him. She wouldn't be standing there in front of him with a look of hopelessness, and utter confusion. These looks wouldn't be dropped upon her if she truly understood the situation. Did Punk understand it himself? Sometimes someone can think or feel something, but not have an earthly idea on why, or how they feel this way, or just what the exact situation is. Punk was confused about all of this, he knew why he was feeling this way, but he didn't know why these things were happening. He didn't know why these constant flashbacks were occurring. If he could, then he would toss them out of his mind, but it's involuntary. These images, these clips of what happened on that faithful day just keeps coming back to him, does he like seeing this? No. It only reminds him, constantly of why they split in the first place.

He rolls his eyes, and sighs.

CM PUNK: “We did this for the babies... we didn't do it because we loved each other. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not sayin' that I don't love you... that's not what I'm sayin' at all, but... as of late, I've been constantly faced with that day. You know the day that I'm talking about as well, you know the day that you cheated on me, you remember that day right? I don't know though... as of late, I've been seeing it. It's been coming to me, in dreams, and now if I look into the mirror, and doze off for a second, then I'm faced with it yet again. I'm starting to look at it as a sign. I'm starting to think that something within myself is lookin' for a reason to end it. Something within me, it wants out of this. It's like I'm battlin' with my emotions within, and I cannot deal with it. I cannot handle it, it just reminds me of why we broke things off in the first place. How can I be so sure that you won't do it again? How can I be so sure that you still even love me? That you don't just say that you do so that you can keep me around. Samantha, I've got so many damn questions inside of my head that the damn room is spinnin'. I dislike this feelin'... I can't live with this feelin'. The constant conflict between myself, and the alter ego. One part of me saying to leave you alone, and another part of me that keeps tellin' me to take you back. I don't wanna go back Sam. I cannot go back!”

"The constant war within myself, it proves to get the best of me. I can deal with many wars within my life, but this is one war that I cannot seem to get past, once I think that I'm off of the ropes, I get pushed back against the ropes. My back against the ropes, and this is what I do. This is how I cope, I try to get rid of the source of my frustration, of my anguish. This is not healthy. For me, I see it as this is not a healthy marriage, well at least one part of me is saying that I cannot go through with this. One part of me is saying that the kids is just not a good enough reason. I've gotta keep my dignity, that's what a part of me is saying. Does it make me a bad man to think that my kids aren't a good enough reason to stay with my wife, who cheats on me? Does it make me bad? How does it make me bad? Because, I don't put my kids on a pedestal, or at least it doesn't seem like I do. Trust me, I love my kids with all of my heart, but when it comes to me being constantly heartbroken, I'd rather end the war, than to be held prisoner to the opposition and be tortured beyond limits."

"I can handle pain dished out by many things, but when it comes to the emotional pain dealt out by those that I love. It's just too much for me, I cannot handle this. I don't want to try and make it work, because the more I try, the more I fall deeper, the harder it is for me to forget. With every time that I look at her, her face, I can only imagine her with her eyes closed, and some other man on top of her. Why is this happening? Why am I so confused? Is this normal? If it is then that's abnormal for me to be normal, because I'm not the most normal guy out there, my mind is jumbled, and my thoughts are in disarray. I love Samantha with all of my heart, but there are some things that I can handle, and there are some things that I cannot handle, I cannot even begin to say it enough, the more that I say it, the more that I hope you realize just how out of control I am becoming with this. Just how much higher this is than both I, and Samantha."

"This is beyond the both of us. I don't know what's going to happen if I break it off with Samantha, it seems as though it would be for the best. It seems as though, this is the right thing to do, for my sake of course. Does that make me selfish? Does it make me selfish that I'm going to back out of this, simply because I keep getting these images inside of my head? Most people would say that it is very selfish of me, I bet that Samantha is thinking that I'm selfish right about now, to not think about her feelings before I went on about doing anything. Then again, most people would say that I should have done this a long time ago, once she cheated on me. Some people would say that once a cheater, always a cheater, she doesn't deserve to be with me. She deserves to be dropped on her head where she stands, due to the fact that she cheated on me, due to the fact that she went against her vows that she said to me on our wedding day."

"Things between me, and Samantha are never going to be the same, how could they be the same? How could we ever go back to the way things once were? This is weighing down on me, this war is too much for me to handle, life, personal, professionally, all around, this is war that I've started, the war within myself, and the war against my foes, against my wife, all within my own life. This is the game that some people call life, but for me, this is a war, and I'll be glad if I make it to the end, but I most definitely plan on it."

CM PUNK: “Don't you think for one second either that this isn't hurting me. Don't you dare go and think that, because to be quite honest, this is hurtin' me more than you could ever imagine. Havin' to break this to you was the hardest thing that I've ever had to do in my entire life. Leavin' you is gonna be the hardest decision that I've ever had to make in my entire life, you don't even...”

SAMANTHA: “Then don't leave me...”

CM PUNK: “Why did you cheat on me in the first place Samantha? Huh? You tell me, just why did you cheat on me in the first place? Because you were lonely? Usually, that's the reason... because I wasn't there for you. Because I couldn't be there all day, every single day. Am I right? I am right aren't I? Now listen, it comes with the damn job. I'm not gonna be around every fuckin' hour. I can't be home when you need me to be. Now, trust me... I love you, I love you more than anything, but I've gotta do this. I feel as if it's the right thing to do right now.”

SAMANTHA: “HOW IS IT THE RIGHT THING TO DO?!”

She pauses, holding back the sobs, a few escape from her mouth, breaking the surface, Randy scrunches up his face, trying to hold back his true emotions, it was breaking him down on the inside. He doesn't like to show his emotions, he likes to hold a still expression on his face, it was rare for him to almost break down. With Samantha, Randy was pretty unpredictable.

CM PUNK: “I'm protectin' myself!”

SAMANTHA: “From what, Punk? From what?!”

CM PUNK: “You...”

SAMANTHA: “Me?”

A deep silence that cuts between the conversation comes into place. Punk stares down Samantha, a somewhat sympathetic look on his face, but he knew what he had to do in order to protect himself. Or at least he thought that this was his only option. He wasn't thinking too clearly, his mind was jumbled, he was in a different place. He wasn't quite feeling like himself, his mind was in a total different state. Why? With the constant reminder of what Samantha did all of those months ago, who wouldn't question things? Who wouldn't go about questioning their partner? Or, if you're like Punk, then you just call it off, and don't even give your significant other a chance to talk to you about it. He feels as if he knows, he thinks that she'll do something to hurt him again. The pain it digs down deeper within the skin of Randy Orton, yet he doesn't let many people know of just how hurt he is.

Punk has made a name for himself by not showing any emotion whatsoever. He has become emotionless, and nobody can even begin to guess what the man is thinking, but as of late, he's become more unpredictable, he's become less tame. Making decisions without really thinking about the consequences, he throws out the morals, the rights and the wrongs of life. He hurts those that are closest to him. Why? Why does Punk cause so much pain to Samantha? Punk has been hurt by her as well, it occurs naturally within our society these days, to say that the man is instantly the one to blame, but who is to blame here really? Whose fault is it anyways? Is anyone at fault here?

That should be the true question for those of you to think about. Is there anyone at fault here? Who is to blame for this split? Most would say CM Punk because as it seems, he is the one who pulled the trigger on the gun that lies within his hands. That's the easier thing. Blame CM Punk, because it is apparent that he is the one to cock, and shoot. Who says that it wouldn't have been shot before? Who says that Punk is the only one to blame here? We all are only human, none of us can determine who is right, and who is wrong, because none of us are perfect. Even those who claim that they are perfect truly are not perfect. So we have no right to judge those who are placed within a situation that is beyond their control.

That's what we all do though, right? We judge. We judge anyone and everyone. Based on how they act, it's within our nature. We see someone, we have fit with a situation that someone is facing and we find it within ourselves, we see it as our right that comes with this country to criticize, and ostracize those who don't always make the right decisions, but what truly makes a situation, or a decision right? What makes something the right choice? The fact that something more beneficial comes out of one choice? The wrong choice could sometimes be the better choice, it depends on the magnitude. It could be a true learning experience. Punk has learned after the first time he was cheated on by Samantha. What did he learn though? Not to trust? Is that what he's learned? Learned to not trust people as easily as he has? He had to learn it the hard way. It's always a downer to learn something the hard way, but in the end, it's beneficial, if placed in the same position you won't make the same choice. Or would you? It all depends on the beholder of the life that the shoes are fitted to. This is the life that CM Punk leads...

"This is the life that I lead."

A life filled with confusion, and betrayal.

CM PUNK: “Yes... from you. Now, I'm sorry that I had to do this, I'm sorry that I put you through this, but this is the only way that I knew how to save myself. This is the only way I knew how to ensure that I wouldn't be hurt... again. Hurt by you. Now, you can sit here, and you can deny that you'll ever hurt me again.. but how do you know? How do you know that you won't do something to hurt me? Did you plan on hurting me last time? .... I didn't think so. Now, anything can happen... you can feel lonely again, and you can make the same god damn mistake again. The mistake that you made in the first place, the mistake that has landed me in this position that I'm in right now. If you hadn't.... never mind, because if I say that then it's gonna sound like I'm blaming it all on you, and I don't want it to sound like that. I don't want to put all of this on your shoulders. I don't want this to weigh down on you, not the way that it's been weighing down on me. Trust me, it's been weighing down on me so much. I wouldn't want to put this down on you... but then again you can say that this isn't the best way to relieve the weights from your shoulders, because either way it's always going to be weighing down on you. I just... I don't know what to do, I wish that I had all of the answers, I wish that I knew what to do. If there was a way out of this, if there was a way for me to stay with you, and not constantly deal with this shit weighing down on me, then trust me Samantha, I would. I would do it in a heartbeat, but right now... I just... I don't know... it seems as if this is the only option. It seems as though I've run out of excuses, I've run out of reasons to stay. Don't get me wrong, my children are reason enough... but, I don't know. It's possible for me to be there, without physically... being there. Right? Oh god.. I'm such a fuckin' wreck. I have no clue what's goin' through my mind right now. These thoughts they're racing... oh my goodness. One thing is clear to me though... for me... to save myself from myself, and these thoughts, these visions of past memories... is to leave. As long as I'm with you, I'm goin' to be reminded, every time I look into your eyes, gettin' lost in emotion, I'm goin' to veer back to that day. That fuckin' day! The day that I hate the most, and as I said before... I don't wanna go back to that. If I go back to that day, then I don't know what I'm goin' to do. I might just lose it.”

Sigh.

CM PUNK: “I think I probably already lost it. It seems as if I've been heading on a one way road down to the asylum. My thoughts are becoming discombobulated, and I don't know Samantha.... it's becoming more difficult for me. Everything has become difficult for me.To keep a level head, I've gotta do fuckin' square breathin'. This is just too much for me to handle. I just wish that I could run away from it all, just so I could escape it. Escape the pain that has been dumped upon my head. I hate it, I hate what has been happenin' to me. For the reasons that I cannot even explain, that I cannot even begin to explain to you. It was the most random thing ever, looking into the mirror of the bathroom, and then becoming so entrapped in what's going on, on the other side. On that other side, I see myself talking to my father.. on that other side, I see myself telling Lacey that I love her. On the other side... I see myself, and every event that has brought me pain, has brought me down to my knees, and has brought me to this point of no return. Every single image that has been placed in front of me for the past week or so, has been unexplainable. Some would tell me to go see a shrink, to go try and find out the source of all of this. But, what if there is no source? What if they can't find the thing that is causing me to feel this way? The only thing that I can see, is the person, that is standing in front of me. You are the reason for all of this. Now, I said that I wasn't going to point fingers... but you've left me with no choice now. You wanted to know so bad, so here you go. I'm telling you. I was never known for sparing people, so why would I spare you now? Because I love you? Well, it's tough love, and you deserve to know the truth. You deserve to know what has brought me to this point, you deserve to know what has brought me to rock bottom. This, truly is the lowest that I can go. I've been pretty low in life, but this by far, it trumps all the rest of the low points of my life. I dislike it, I've grown a certain disdain for it... like I said, I don't know how to return from this... possibly because, I simply cannot.”

Another sigh escapes from Punk, by this time, he couldn't even bring himself to look at Samantha. They were both heartbroken by what Punk was saying. He was laying it all out there on the line, he was letting Samantha know just exactly what was going on inside of his mind. Sometimes he didn't make any sense when he spoke inside of this moment, because he truly didn't know how to make sense of everything. The constant rumbling just showed, just how much was going through his mind at this point. Thoughts racing like a bullet train on it's way to tokyo. They wouldn't stop, and it came to the point where it seemed as if he was going into overload, it gave him a headache. Past points that he could cope with. Once it hit him, like the bullet train that he was riding on, he stopped, looking down, with his index pressed against the left temple. Eyes closed, tightly, head turned toward the floor.

Punk opens his eyes, the red bloodshot eyes of CM Punk. Opening his eyes to the world, he shakes his head, trying to shake those few cobwebs out. Then reverting his attention back to the face of Samantha, he shakes his head slightly after releasing a brief sigh. He couldn't even look at her dead in the eyes now. It was hard for him to look at her face, to take in the expression that she was giving him. She was hurt, beyond Punk's understanding, but Punk was hurt beyond her's as well. This was a back and forth thing. Punk didn't know how to better explain himself, but by the look on her face, Punk could tell that she didn't quite understand the situation. Punk could tell that she didn't quite understand why this was happening. He tried to make it as clear as he possibly could, but it was not registering. It was not settling, or dawning on her just yet. How could be better explain himself? He thought that he had done a great job of explaining himself, but of course he would think so, he was the one explaining. Then again, he didn't quite know how to word it, as he was confused as well. It's a touchy subject for the both of them, how does he go about explaining it?

How does he put it into words that are more simplistic, words that are for the betterment. Words that help explain the ordeal, that can be interpreted as whatever. The only thing that was getting across to Samantha at this point, was the fact that Punk needed a break from her. He constantly said it. He kept saying that he needed a break, and one could tell that it sunk in, by the expression that she withheld. She was about to break, if she did cry, how would it make Punk feel? He'd be looked at as the biggest asshole that anyone has ever met, but how would it be any different from the image cast upon him already? People already believe that he is a prick, some womanizing prick. Some have come up to Punk, and have admitted for thinking that he would be a resemblance to the image that the tabloids, and the news build him up to be. Some disrespectful superstar who is in way over his head.

Punk turned his back on Samantha, kinda symbolic of how she feels right about now. She feels betrayed, she feels as if she has been let down. Punk let her down, he did something that she would have never expected from him. She didn't think that he would hurt her, it all showed on her face. Her face said it all, and Punk's face spelled out regret as he bit down, the slight bulge showing in Punk's jaw outline. He was biting his tonuge, he wanted to suck back the words that he had spoken, but it was too late for that. It was too late to take back what he had already said, it was too late to apologize. In a sense though, he didn't want to apologize, because he could swear to himself that what he was doing was the absolute right thing to do. He could look at himself, and shake his head, due to the fact that what he's doing, within his mind is the proper thing to do, instead of sticking it out, and dealing with the past, instead of running away from the past. There is no running away from the past, because what has happened, has already happened. There is n legion ring to bring back the hands of time, this is reality, and now he must deal with the hand that he has been dealt with, no matter if he wants to deal with the hand, or not. He has made his choice to leave Samantha, and even if he were to beg, and to plead to have her back, who says that she would even take him back? The pain that he has dished out to her is a great deal of pain, she would hold a grudge with him, too big of a grudge to figure the decisions of the man that she calls her husband.

Punk then goes up the stairs, and heads into the master bedroom, Samantha didn't follow this time, as Punk turned around to look at her, but she wasn't there. He closed his eyes briefly. Looking down at the floor, the beige carpet that lay on the floor. He took a drew a deep breath, opened his eyes yet again, to be faced with a wall, one that slightly matched the carpet in the room. He shook his head for a moment's time. Going into the bathroom, rummaging and pulling out all that he could. Throwing a fit, opening the medicine cabinet, he grabs several containers, the little orange ones. A deranged look in his eyes, alongside the redness that swept over them. His eyes were no longer that light shade of blue. They were now a deep shade, basically black. Black is all things evil.

evil intentions.

The room was spinning, Punk was breathing heavily, spit flying out of his mouth as he nearly forced out every single breath. His face fading from a peach, to a color that resembled blood. The blood was rushing to his head now, as the moments that he lived in at this point were becoming more and more intensified. Clawing at the material on the sink, he managed to grab a couple of containers, pulling them to his face, he read the labels. "IED Pills". Intermittent Explosive Disorder. He closed his eyes, before he knew it, he dropped. Face pressed against the cold hard bathroom floor, on the way down, hitting his head off of the sink, knocking him completely unconscious. It was too much, he couldn't cope with it. The sounds around him were becoming washed out, he could just faintly hear the voices calling out to him, this time they weren't in his head.

"CLEAR!"

*shock*

"CLEAR!"

*shock*

"CLEAR!"

*pulse*

"Some say that the war is over once you stop breathing, once that pulse, it doesn't thump anymore. The war of life that is. What we fail to notice is that, we're in constant war, war with our thoughts, our bodies, and our souls, and evidently those around us. We fail to notice what is right in front of us. Those never ending war that we participate in, the war that I find myself partaking in. Constantly facing myself in a joust. It gets tiring, I'd be lying if I said that sometimes I didn't want to wave the white flag, surrender at the hands of my opponent, but something keeps me going. I can't quite put the finger on it. It's evasive, and I cannot touch base on it just yet. Soon, I will, I'll figure out that even though I want things to end, I don't really want them to end. What my mind tells me, it's different from what the heart tells me to do. It's an epic battle between two organs."

"We all face it, within our daily lives. We can choose to run away from either or, but in the end, we succumb to one of them. To say that I succumbed to the mind portion would be an understatement, but soon after.. what I wanted, overcame what I saw was logical. Creating a somewhat converging clash between the two, which caused an alternate ending of things. One that is, more or less, unpredictable. Nobody saw it coming, not even myself. It's a shock to know that one minute, you could be head over heels in love, but in the next, things aren't quite what they once were. The war can be over whenever it wants to end, if you thought that you were in control of the ending, then you're dead wrong. Nobody controls the ending, we're all destined for something. Fate, I'm a true believer in fate, but there is always that one thing that sways us one way or another. For the moment, until we're swayed back, into our true destinies."

"What am I destined for? I don't know, but what I do know is that today, it just wasn't the day. Today, it wasn't supposed to happen. It's not going to happen like this, if it were going to happen, then it would have happened, it just shows that I'm destined for something greater, it just shows that my road, it's not over. I've got to keep on moving. Whether I want to, or not. How would life be for the children if I were to go tonight? The selfish acts of one man affects those that live around him, those that make up his life, are deeply affected. How is the split going to affect the children? I thought about the children briefly, but I didn't think about just how they were going to be, if things had gone through. This break up, I didn't think about anyone but myself. Does this make me selfish? Self-centered? Self-absorbed? Most definitely."

"I feel bad for being such, but in the end, it's beneficiary, not just for me, but for Samantha as well. It was hurting, more than it was helping, so in a way, you look for a way out, you look for a way to stop the pain. How do you stop it? You think about it. One this is for sure though, since I'm breathing, since I'm still standing... the war... is not over..."

(** The camera is set inside a thy wwe arena. The fans are up and on their feet. Out of nowhere Living Colour – “Cult Of Personality” blares throughout the arena from the PA Systems. The fans raise to their feet. A few moments passes and out comes CM Punk step out to a very warm welcome. He stand in the entranceway as he absorbs all the energy the crowd has to offer. Punk then screams intensely to the fans. Punk makes a sign for the belt around his waist as he slowly makes his approach to the ring. Along the way he touches a few fans, and taunts the hatters. He finally makes it to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle as the cameras go off everywhere. He climbs down as a microphone get thrown into the ring for him. He paces the ring for a moment before picking it up. But, he finally does. The fans are still popping as he waits for them to die down. Then Punk opens things up. **)


..::CM PUNK::.. What’s up Thy WWE!?!

(** The fans cheer! **)

..::CM PUNK::.. This week I face 29 other superstars in the rumble match. Once again, I’m not worried. But, this gives me a rush. I’m going to make some believers out of some people this week!!

..::CM PUNK::.. All I know is im going to win the rumble match. But, that doesn’t matter! Thy WWE Champion I hope your watching this! Because here is my prediction for you after i win the rumble is. PAIN and lots of it!! You may have your little click and everything watching your back. I take you all down. “The Best In The World” has something to prove this week. And that’s nobody will over look me!! See you in the 29 of you in the ring!!

..::CM PUNK::.. Now, remember when I first came here? What did I say I was going to do? I was going to set the example for all the so-called superstars of this federations. I will take down every man in my way. And I will set the example!

(** The fans agree. **)

(** Punk smiles as he slowly walks the ring. **)

..::CM PUNK::.. He might have been big, but he's not big enough for “The Second City Saint” son. I’m larger than life. But, after he loses he can suck it up. Roscoe Jenkins can realize that he was beaten by CM Punk.

(** The fans cheer. **)

..::CM PUNK::.. Now, moving right along down the line to the 29 other superstars Once again they will fall to me. I know very little about these 29 other guys But, from what I have seen your looked highly upon here. So, after I beat you, maybe youguys will know exactly who I am. I’ll be watching all 29 of you until the rumble match, you, will have this one question answered. WHEN YOU ALL 29 OF YOU STEP INTO THE RING WITH THE BEST IN THE WORLD YOU ARE SUBJECTING YOURSELF TO A NIGHTMARE.

(** Punk drops the microphone as he makes a signal for the title around his waist. Then he climbs the turnbuckle and does his signature pose as cameras flash throughout. “Cult Of Personality” by Living Colour hits the PA Systems again as Punk exits the ring. Along his way up Punk shakes the hand and touches some lucky fans on his way back up. As he reaches the top he turns back with a very cocky smile. The camera zooms in on his face. Then the scene slowly begins to fade to darkness … **)

[Niall]

Monday 25th June 2012
Capital FM Radio Station

Scene opens up in a radio studio with two men at the desk. On the white walls there is in big red letters Capital, and below it reads FM 95-106 in Blue. One of the men is sitting in front of a Mac, wearing a red and blue plaid shirt with tan chinos, his hair is slicked to the left, he is the Capital Breakfast presenter Dave Berry. The other man is wearing a red Liverpool shirt with "Suarez 7" on the back, camo shorts, Miami Heat cap, and his steel chain around his neck. He is the Professor of Thuganomics. The On-Air sign has just lit up red and Dave begins to speak.

Dave Berry:
Hello and welcome to Capital Breakfast, my guest today as promised is ThyWWE wrestler, POT! Welcome POT, how's you this morning?

Professor of Thuganomics:
I'm tired man but gotta keep it kicking (laughs)

Dave Berry:
What I do for tiredness around here is drink lots of coffee. Of course I do end up always pacing the studio during every song. I'm tired but I just can't stop walking.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yeah that's why I stopped drinking coffee. I'm blaming this one on my neighbours. I remember just closing my blinds last night to go to bed and I just seen a load of them pile up the street, and I was just like,"awk shit".

Dave Berry:
Let's talk business then, your tour has started awhile ago, how's it been?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Its been amazing Dave, unfortunately it comes to an end in Belfast next month but good things don't last forever, gotta move on.

Dave Berry:
Well we have had piles of emails coming in for you this morning POT, this one is from Steven from Nottingham, Why does POT get a lie in day and we dont? #AttitudeStinks. Probrobly shouldn't have read that one out

POT laughs and looks into the camera saying

Professor of Thuganomics:
I got up soo early, that's a harsh one (he continues to laugh)

Dave Berry:
Tough world to please. This ones from Alice from Brighton, what are you most scared of?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Commitment

They both laugh

Professor of Thuganomics:
Seriously, it would have to be bees and wasps. They are like the bee equivalent of suicide bomber, like if they sting you they die. I remember I seen a swarm of killer bees in California last year and I ran for the hills.

Dave Berry:
This one comes in from Charlie from County Sligo in Ireland, you became introduced to the world very rapidly because of your songs and your wrestling, was it a big change to your life?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yeah pretty much, I've been working at it for a few years and it feels great to have made it. If someone said to me two years ago that I'd have a few chart topping songs and be a world famous wrestler too I wouldn't believe it.

Dave Berry:
This one is from Liam from Glasgow, do you have any plans for a collaboration soon?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Well after I worked with Rizzle Kicks and Olly Murs, I realised that collaborations are a great idea, and I have got a few plans up my sleeve for my second album. I would love to work with Professor Green, Rihanna, Tinie Tempah, Example, there are a lot of people I could say, but I can say I would love to work with Olly and Rizzle Kicks again soon.

Dave Berry:
This one is from Kevin in Manchester, it seems you have a strong opinion on music today, would you like to see it go back to the golden days of guys like NWA, Run DMC, etc?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Good question Kevin. Basically I think that I've kept the same since I've broken through, you know that the money hasn't changed me. I think that you adapt to the situation and you do eventually get caught up but I don't think I've got caught up yet in the fame, and the fact that I've got a mainstream audience, is awesome for me.

Dave Berry:
This one comes in from Stephanie in Wolverhampton, what was Olly Murs like to work with?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Legend. I remember at Titanic Sounds in Belfast we done the Heart Skips a Beat and I of course have my own version which Olly was kind enough to record with me, and it was just great fun.

Dave Berry:
Well POT that's it from us, remember everyone to tune in to ppv this Sunday at 1am for ThyWWE Acension, headlined by the Royal Rumble, a match which POT promises to win. Thanks for coming on POT.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Thanks for having me Dave

They both fistbump as Dave speaks.

Dave Berry:
POT's gonna perform his song, a cover of Foster the People's Call It What You Want.

POT stands up and walks into the recording studio in the next room. Around him are trumpet players, drummers, guitarists, etc. He has three singers backing him up, all female wearing all black. The band begins playing as the somg starts.

Back ups:
Call it what you want,

Call it what you want,

Call it what you want,

Professor of Thuganomics:
POT, yeah, let me settle facts,
Ima maniac,
This is acceptable to the max,
Its very passionate so dont try this in a track,
Its my clever rap,
Im better than you and im willing to bet that,
And my love lifes stupid and crap,
Im a magnet for girls who are mental and mad,
And they're always a slag,
Break up, text me 'your an f'ing twat,'
And I never met her Dad,

Backups:
Yeahhhhhh

Professor of Thuganomics:
And you can sense im glad,
Its a, stressing habit,
Write the track,
All about the time I respect a slag,
And remember my success is the best slap,
Ive got many the plans,
Make the crowd at a festival jam,
Stick with the credible brand,
Take my tracks to the street with a sign saying....

Backups:
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh,
I got nothing to lose,

Professor of Thuganomics:
Im like yeah man listen up,
Im so relaxed I cant give a fuck,
Innit bruv,
Sing it now,

Backups:
Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhh,
I got nothing to prove,

Professor of Thuganomics:
And im a victim of listening to others,
But im big enough to stick the middle finger up,
Sing it now!

Backups:
Call it what you want

Call it what you want,

Call it what you want,

Professor of Thuganomics:
And if I improve on what Ive found,
Itll describe alot about my character,
Your too scared to make a joke and even scared to smile,
And make a judgement on an amateur,
So take a moment and think of what you could do,
So as you say,
You think im crazy-hey!

Backups:
Call it what you want

Call it what you want

Call it what you want

Professor of Thuganomics:
Vibes, vibes and charisma,
Like to remember,
Yeah, yeah, sterio typical,
POT's sterio typical,
Sterio typical,

Backups:
Call it, call it what you want,

What you want

Call it what you want, ant, ant, ant

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yeah!!!!!!!

The song stops as Dave is seen clapping POT's performance as the scene ends.

Tuesday 26th June 2012
POT's Home, Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in POT's kitchen in Belfast, Ireland. There is a POTV logo in the corner of the screen showing that this clip is for his Youtube account. We see POT sitting at his clean white counter wearing a home green and white Glasgow Celtic jersey. He has a green Celtic cap and his chain hangs around his neck.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Hello, welcome back to my Youtube channel POTV, I am POT and thanks for watching. My good friend who you all know is Crack, who will also be following me around on my journey towards Sunday. Now for all of ThyWWE's fans with no life, thanks for the views and helping to spread the image of myself and Thuganomics.

Crack:
What's your schedule for today mate?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Nothing its a rest day for me, I had a busy day yesterday though. Started off doing the Capital breakfast show with Dave Berry and then a lot of meet and greets. Coming up this week, I got dates with Hackney Weekend on Saturday, house shows with ThyWWE, and well the rest of the week I'm watching the Euro 2012 matches, so yeah busy, busy, busy.

Crack:
So, what are your thoughts on one of the uprising stables in ThyWWE at the moment, The Knights of the Roundtable?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Anger, Fear, Barton, Brian Gunn, and Beno, the Knights of the Roundtable, are a threat to everyone I think. Every year in the Royal Rumble, partnerships do the damage and this seems to work in their favour. But when that all happens, they eventually succumb to greed. They eventually go for gold themselves. I know Beno, I know Barton, I know that they are willing to do anything to win a match here.

Crack:
You mentioned Barton there, given that you were Tag Champion with him last year, do you think you two know each others style too well?

Professor of Thuganomics:
No. Me and Barton both can adapt to whatever the situation. I don't respect a lot of people but I do respect Sam Barton.

Crack:
What do you think of Jacob Senn, your former "leader" in Eternity?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Jacob is a hypocrite. He says that I'm pathetic for saying I'm the best cause I got beat by Alex Kendall once. He's got his ass handed to him by Alex on numerous occasions. After all the harsh words, all the disses, this ends on Sunday. Everything I've said about you, everything you've said about me, when Sundays over the best will win, no more of this. The first time Jacob Senn meets POT in the ring in history, despite the amount of build up for it. I know him like the back of my hand, if not better, it needs to be remembered I'm the one who cracked a pipe over his head a year ago.

Crack:
What are your opinions on Kurt Orton? The former Television Champion.

Professor of Thuganomics:
KO, richboy. I aint thinking of him as anything other than what he is, a stuck up, overrated, pompous, jackass. I'm 2-0 against him in previous encounters, once at Wrestlemania and secondly on Live a few weeks back. KO isn't a threat to me, nor to anybody else in the Royal Rumble matchup this Sunday at Acension. I don't care if his Da is Randy Orton, if he's a former Television Champion, and I don't care if he is "a viper". All I care about is winning that match and going on t-........

A vibrating noise is echoed around the room and POT looks at his phone, a white Blackberry Curve.

Text:
Its Rizzle mate, I might be late for Hackney Weekend this Saturday, I'm working on the album.

He looks at the text and begins to dial a number. After a while the person answers and he speaks.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yo, Steve, Rizzle's gonna be late on Saturday, we gotta switch the schedule........aye mate that sounds grand......text ya later.

He throws his phone back on the counter and begins to speak to the camera again.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Sorry Hackney, Rizzle's being a dick again when it comes to time management. (Laughs) anyway, that's all for todays podcast. Remember to subscribe, follow me on Twitter, and tune in this Sunday to ThyWWE Acension on pay per view. Peace out

POT waves to the camera as the scene fades to black.

Wednesday 27th June 2012
POT's Home, Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in POT's kitchen yet again. He is sitting at the white counter wearing a blue and red stripe Barcalona shirt with "Messi 10" on the back. He has his chain on and has no hat on today, so his trimmed hair is allowed a chance to breathe. The POTV logo is in the bottom right corner.

Professor of Thuganomics:
I don't think about smoking so much anymore, there's more to life than cigarettes. Like banging for example. Mornings can be tough but I've got some help for it. I'm just off the phone with Mary from the helpline there, we had phone sex. Came all over my Blackberry, sticky buttons now. I'm still getting the cravings now after 8 years of smoking I've just put out my final cigarette, now I've got some new herbal cigarettes. They smell like piss but they will help me to forget I smoked in the first pl-.........

He bursts into laughter as does the man holding the camera Crack.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Nah only joking never touched a feg in my lifetime. Today to help relieve me of some stress, today I will be answering some of your questions off of Bookface and Tweeter and Bebo.

Crack:
When your cutting up an onion....how hard does your penis get?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Fucking hard.....like a nipple in Winter (laughs) next question

Crack:
How much wood would a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck chuck was queer?

Professor of Thuganomics:
(Laughs) ummmmm 3 kilos

Crack:
What's your favourite brand of pen?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Ummmmmm Bic

Crack:
Would you rather be blind or welsh?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Ummm same thing

Crack:
Marry snog avoid: The 3 Stooges

POT laughs and falls on the counter laughing

Professor of Thuganomics:
I have some weird fans

Crack:
Is it ok to rape a paedophile?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yeah

Crack:
How do you like your eggs?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Fertillised

Crack:
If you were on a desert island starving, could you eat my dick?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Wouldn't feed me (laughs)

Crack:
Is it really no fun if the homies can't get none?

POT falls on the counter again laughing as the scene fades to darkness. The camera comes back at the back entrance of the Odyssey Arena in Belfast. POT has just finished a gig and is leaving. He is wearing a pair of navy blue jeans and a long sleeve black puma shirt. He is walking down the steps beside his back up artists Rizzle Kicks.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Great performance tonight boys.

Harley:
Yeah it was, but I'm fucking tired man.

Rizzle:
Same, you getting a lift home Bobby??

Professor of Thuganomics:
Aye Crickys coming to get me.

Rizzle:
Our lifts out here, wanna lift?

Professor of Thuganomics:
Nah mate, see ya later.

As Rizzle and Harley (Rizzle Kicks) went to get into the black Mercedez Benz, two women come screaming up the road. One is wearing a dark brown dress and a black thin belt, with long blonde hair. The other is wearing a red white Beatles shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, with dark brown hair.

Lady 1:
Oh My God, oh my God, oh my God! Can we get a picture with you three?!

Professor of Thuganomics:
Aye, just don't scream, I need my ears to hear

Rizzle Kicks and the two girls get into the picture. Rizzle, and Harley on the outside, POT in the middle and the two girls in front of them. Crack takes the picture and gives it back to the woman as they run off screaming.

Professor of Thuganomics:
See ya Saturday at Hackney boys.

Harley:
Yeah later man

They both high five POT and get into the car as it drives off. He begins to walk down the street as he awaits his mate Cricky to pick him up. As he walks he can hear the late night Belfast entertainment; all of the drunks out partying, the underage kids fighting to get in to nightclubs, etc. He keeps walking and takes out his phone texting someone and begins to talk to the camera.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Great show tonight there, thousands of my people turned up to cheer me on, on my 23rd stop on the Sterio Typical tour. Rizzle Kicks as you seen also performing tonight. What you can't see is that man holding the camera is smoking a joint, so police get in contact ill give you his details.

Crack's hand is seen on the camera giving POT the finger as POT starts laughing.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Or not, I think he'll kill me (laughs).

As POT keeps laughing a black Mercedez Benz pulls up beside him beeping the horn. POT looks to the side and sees it before jumping in. He looks back to the camera.

Professor of Thuganomics:
I'm going off for some privacy now. So you can fuck off.....nah only joking, I'm going back to my house for some sleep so ill speak to you in the morning. Peace out

POT gets into the car and does the U Can't C Me taunt to the camera as the scene goes to black.

Thursday 28th June 2012
POT's Home, Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in POT's kitchen with the POTV logo in the bottom right corner. POT is sitting at the white counter in his red Spain football (soccer) shirt with "Xavi 8" on the back. He has a black Ruck Fules cap on and his steel chain hangs around his neck. He looks a bit tired from the night before.

Professor of Thuganomics:
At Acension I am gonna take the legend of Bret Hart and kill it, and win the Rumble. I guess that word "legend" is being used on just about everyone these days. But make no mistake about it, the only legend in wrestling is in front of this camera. I'm gonna do to everyone in that Royal Rumble exactly what I did to Bret Hart. I destroyed The Rock, Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin, all within my year and a half in ThyWWE. Ever since I did what I did, I've been having mixed emotions about it. I have mixed emotions because on one hand Bret cost me a shot at the Tag Team Championships, and for that, for that, I will get even. But on the other hand, I look at the shell of a man Bret has become and I feel sorry for him, I pity him. I don't want this new Bret Hart, I wanna face in this ring the legendary Hitman, Bret Hart. I have no problem with saying you are the greatest this industry has ever seen. I looked up to you, I idolised you, it was an honour to tag with you at Supremacy. Which is why its soo tragic to see what you have become. I think your full of it for coming out here every week and saying that you are still as good as always, I knows its not true, the fans know its not true, and deep down you know its not true. Your career spans over decades, think of the titles, now you are Vince McMahon's bitch. This generation of kids is gonna remember Bret "The Hitman" Hart for being a washed up hasbeen. Bret what I'm trying to say is your not a legend, your letting me get away with destroying you, a true legend doesn't take any crap off of anybody. And soon if you don't grow a set of balls, you will be seen as the guy who was too afraid of what POT could do to him. You are just a coward, a shadow of your former self, you aren't worthy of scraping gum off of my shoe now. And that's the bottom line cause POT said so

POT does the U Can't C Me taunt as the screen fades to black. It comes back on a few moments later, still apart of POTV, in the same scene.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Earliar on in the week, I had an altercation with the Television Champion, or Excalibur Champion, Brian Gunn on Monday on Raw. I haven't spoken to anybody about it but I've got to break my silence on it now. Brian Gunn is just a bitch. He wants me to officially accept his match, well let me tell you, when we meet, POT is gonna officially kick Brian Gunn's ass. Ya see there is one thing that eats up Brian Gunn, stops him from sleeping. And that is that I am simply better than Brian Gunn. Remember this BG, to the world, you are just a one trick pony, and your just a member of some cheap little circus. I would like to say congratulations to your group. No Brian, not for making your triumphant return to ThyWWE, no Barton, not for being the biggest bitch in America, no Beno, not for finding a partner, no Fear and Anger, not for being the first two gay monsters. Congratulations for being the biggest group of assholes in ThyWWE. Yes, BG and Barton, you have beat me before, but I'm not gonna whine and bitch about it because I can guarantee that I will go on to Wrestlemania 3 to face the World Champion after beating you in the Royal Rumble this Sunday. When I left Eternity, it began its fall, just like when I beat the Knights of the Roundtable in the Rumble, it will be the beginning of the end for them.

The scene fades to darkness but comes back moments later. We see the same set up POT at the counter with the POTV logo still in the bottom right corner.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Richboy! Kurt Orton. Former Television Champion. 0-2 against POT. Every statistic in the book can tell you that I am better than you. It wasn't luck when I won the MITB match at Wrestlemania II, and it was damn sure not luck when I kicked your ass on Live a few weeks back. Me and you, we go way back, when I first started in fact. Me, you, Jacob, Aaron, Rhyno, Batista, Maryse, Eternity or Eternal as its real name. I remember every vivid detail, every harsh word, every insult thrown my way from all of you because I did what I thought was right. You are gullible KO. I saw through Jacob Senn but somehow you didn't, he was never a saviour, I left Eternity and made a name for myself. You stayed in Eternity and became Jacob Senn's lackey. Its sad, it really is, how a grown man could be that idiotic and not realise it. And just because your an Orton, Randy's boy, you think your better than me? Well lemme break the news for you, you are not nor will you ever be as good as me. AJ.............you delusional fine piece of meat. Somehow you are convinced you are engaged to ThyWWE's rising star, the next big thing. The only thing KO is, is some stuck up pompous, silver spoon, tax evading richboy. I remember he tried to "drop a beat" a few weeks ago on Live, gimmick infringement by the way, and I was appalled. Atleast before that I knew you still had your dignity intact, but I guess I was wrong. Your little rap was about as "fresh" as Susan Boyle's private parts. So please, keep humiliating yourself, because your making my job of humiliating you a whole lot easier. And that's the bottom line cause POT said so.

POT does the U Can't C Me taunt down the camera as the episode of POTV ends for the day.

Friday 29th June 2012
POT's Aunt's house, London, England

Scene opens up in a detatched house in the East End of London. We are opened up in a living room. White walls, with black stripes, there are pictures hanging around the walls of the family. There is modern furniture in the room and a 32" flatscreen tv hangs on the wall. We see the Professor of Thuganomics sitting on the black leather couch. He is wearing a black Liverpool shirt with "Gerrard 8" on the back, red shorts, and his steel chain hangs around his neck. The POTV logo is noticeable in the bottom right corner.

Professor of Thuganomics:
In two nights, will be the night the franchise playa kicks the ThyWWE rosters ass in the Royal Rumble. Then, not only am I going to win the Royal Rumble, I am going to go on to Wrestlemania and become the youngest World Heavyweight Champion of all time. There's something that I have that everybody else hasn't got; ratings. I am a living legend. Your looking at the man who ended Bret Hart's career. You may work hard to get your promotion and think that you are great, I am real greatness. There is millions of people like you! There is only one POT Bob Cena. So when Sunday comes, I want the respect I deserve because I am POT and I am a living legend! WORDLIFE!!!!!!!!

POT does the U Can't C Me taunt down the camera as the scene fades to black. Scene opens back up with POT and his cousin John Cena in the same room. John is wearing his green shirt with denim jorts and a green cap.

Professor of Thuganomics:
We are here, me and the cousin, to see John Cena's move away from this ridiculous gimmick he's taken on now.

John Cena:
Well times change, people change,
Its a new day, new start, new scene,
I guess I better match it with a whole new me,
I know though,
The same guy from the photos,
I'm still like him, well so-so,
But from no on, he's a no go,
Can it be 8 years from the baggy tees?
John Cena, also known as Jonny C,
I remember back to when I dropped out,
Remember telling my mum, her eyes popped out,
"Like why'd you have to take it that far",
Thought I don't need school ima rap star,
Weird thing, I nearly was, I was really hot,
Now I'm really not,
If I wanna speak,
Its kids like me that I wanna reach,
Who'd have thought this is how I'd spend my days?
I guess lifes strange,
I guess times change,
Times change, but the heart is what remains,

Professor of Thuganomics:
Times change?
You were cool, now your proper lame,
I reckon I could be the rapper that he never was,
And I know my album is better than his album was,
Two cousins, two stories, one tragedy,
I guess there's just one rapper in the family,
Put it right, but how?
Aint no way he can put it right bro, he's done now,
From throwbacks to bright shirts-green, blue, red,
Ditched the ChainGang, came CeNation instead,
Changed just for Vince and his money,
Painful to watch, even when you try to act funny,
You've become nothing but a whiny bitch,
The day your career ended was the day the gimmick switched,
We loved you, every week you was dissing,
Even the Undertaker, all over his grave, you was pissing,
But its cool man, don't take my advice, let the career die,
But just know this, your no relative of mine,
I remember when we started this Thuganomics game,
But now look at you man you've changed,
Your done for, everybody knows you suck,
Be who you once were, don't give a damn about them little fucks.
Wordlife!

John Cena:
Guess I just got schooled.

They both fistbump each other as they finish their raps as the scene fades to black.

Saturday 30th June 2012
Hackney, London, England

Scene opens up backstage at London's Hackney Weekend. We see POT standing in a hallway drinking a bottle of Deep Riverock water. He is wearing a black #SickLife shirt, dark navy jeans, #SickLife cap and his chain is around his neck. As he is standing there, Professor Green walks up beside him and stares into the camera. He is wearing a black Puma shirt and navy jeans. His hair is slicked up and over to the left and his neck tattoos are on show. The POTV logo is in the bottom right corner.

Professor Green:
Film me because I love fame, I just love fame, I just wanna be involved in any way, is this a camera, oh is this gonna be on something, lots of love, appreciate this, last night of the festival, ill leave you guys to it, I didn't mean to intrude on anything, I'm really sorry, see ya later.

Blows a kiss down the camera.

Professor Green:
Peace, nice one man, I'm proud of ya, good luck out there, sick, don't let us down bro, got your back bro, always have always will do, alright, sick, sicklife, tell them about sicklife, did you tell them about sicklife? Sicklife, peace out.

Pro Green blows another kiss down the camera and runs along down the hallway past the techie crew. The camera comes back to POT who is laughing at Pro.

Professor of Thuganomics:
SickLife is ummm, well you can use it in two ways. You can use it sarcastically like, "just stubbed my toe SickLife", or it can be just generally, "just gotta new car, SickLife."

POT exposes the shirt underlining #SickLife with his finger.

Professor of Thuganomics:
I'd like to apologise for Stephen AKA Professor Green's behaviour here, there's a possibility he may be high on the green, as per usual. Anyway the reason for this video today was to speak about ThyWWE Supremacy which is on tomorrow night on Pay Per View. First up, the match we have all been waiting for, Austin Starr against Caitlin Callihan. I'm soo happy that this match is happening because I know in my mind that Austin Starr and Caitlin Callihan are going to destroy each other. So sooner or later Austin Starr will be done for, meaning that I will finally have a good boss, a boss who doesn't go insane just so he can get a rematch with someone who is better than him. The end of an era, the last time we see either Caitlin Callihan or Austin Starr on a ThyWWE broadcast. After awhile this whole maniac thing, it gets kind of old. Austin, you have some serious issues, you didn't want Sheamus as the champ, you can't stop thinking about Caitlin Callihan, you handed over half the company to Alex Kendall, you are just a terrible boss. I hope that this Monday Night on Raw when I'm the number one contender for the ThyWWE World Championship at Wrestlemania III, there is a new guy in charge.

POT rubs his chin and moves on to the next topic

Professor of Thuganomics:
Alex Kendall v Sheamus for the ThyWWE World Championship.....Now this match I have no problem with, two of the modern greats going at it, the two best world champions in ThyWWE history. I have been in the ring with both men and I know just how good the two of the guys are legends. But just know that after the match, whoever wins will be going on to face me at Wrestlemania III, not Barton, not Fear, not Jacob Senn, me. So whether its the dirty, lying, bastard Alex Kendall, or its the walking jar of mayonnaise, I am gonna be walking out of whatever shithole in America that Wrestlemania is being held. And I understand that some fans may be hurt and angered at my comments there but I don't care, I am the unscripted, best wrestler in the world, I am the best at cutting a promo in the world, I am the best in the world.

POT spins around to reveal that the back of his shirt says "Best in the World". He holds out his arm as if he is being admired by an invisible crowd. He turns to the camera yet again.

Professor of Thuganomics:
I am the best in the world in the squared circle, I am the best in the world on the mic and I can bet that if I was to be on commentary I would be the best in the world at that too. I may not have a championship to prove it but come the Monday night after Wrestlemania, I will be the guy standing in the middle of the ring, MY ring with that world title around my waist. And when I have that championship, there is nothing and no one that can stop me, not Sheamus, not Kendall, not Starr, no one. So go on continue, Kendall, Sheamus, your days are numbered and if Sheamus can't get the job done at Acension I promise to ThyWWE that I will finish the job at Wrestlemania.

POT does the U Can't C Me taunt down the camera as the camera shuts off.

Sunday 1st July 2012
Safeco Field, Seattle, WA

Scene opens up backstage at Acension. POT is watching the show on the tv screen in the hallway. POT is wearing a longsleeve red Arizona Cardinals jersey with "POT 69" on the back gaining enough heat to cook a few thousand eggs. He is wearing, camo shorts, a red Arizona Cardinals cap and his chain hangs around his neck. POT turns toward the camera and begins to speak into it.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Tonight, we see one of the most anticipated pay per views in ThyWWE's short history. The show that sold out within 2 hours of going on sale. We are being watched all over the world from Japan to the UK. The show that will end with the image of me pointing to that Wrestlemania sign in victory. I can prom-........

As POT is speaking the Co-General Manager of Monday Night Raw, Austin Starr walks into shot. He is wearing his wrestling gear in anticipation for his match with Caitlin Callihan later on tonight. As Austin comes in the crowd erupts into cheers for the surely future Hall of Famer. POT looks at him and smirks before Austin breaks the silence.

Austin Starr:
Here he is, the "Best in the World", POT. Bob you have been trying to put me off of my focus for my match tonight but bad news for you, its not working. And tomorrow night on Raw, when I'm still the GM and you are not the number one contender for the World Championship, it will be me that is standing in the ring with a smile on my face and you lying at home nursing your wounds. So Bob, what I'm here to say is, good luck tonight.

Austin holds out his hand for POT to shake to wish him luck.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Nah nah nah nah. Nah nah nah nah. Eh eh eh. Good bye. Nah nah nah nah. Nah nah nah nah. Eh eh eh. Good bye. Austin you come here offering out luck for me, well I got news for you I am, the best in the world, I don't need luck. And by the way, tomorrow night it won't be me sitting at home, its gonna be you standing at the back fo the unemployment line, circling possible jobs in the newspaper ads, whereas I will be the new star, the new focus of Monday Night Raw. So yeah Austin good luck. Your gonna need it.

POT walks off away from Austin as the camera zooms up close to Austin's face before the show goes to a commercial break.

After the commercial we see POT standing in the locker room, he's wearing the same clothes as earliar with Austin. As he comes into shot, he immeadiatly begins to start rapping.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Yo, beside a freestyle, one thing that gets my blood boiled,
Is an old school battle royal,
Ima win this, make an impression
Show the world I got ruthless aggression,
The odds were even untill you chose me,
Now its the whole locker room and a ruthless MC,
POT, that's who your moneys on,
Bet on anybody else, your moneys gone,
I'm winning tonight, oh its gonna be a shocker,
Is it just me or does Beno look abit like Chewbacca?
Nah you aint a wookie man ill kill the sweet talk,
When I'm done with him, he'll be a tiny little ewok,
Jacob Senn? Yeah his game is tight,
Him winning tonight is like trying to get the french to fight,
Tonight I got Roundtable trouble, they be making my blood hot,
Ill bust up their faces, look like Saddam Huissens mug shot,
KO? All he ever speaks, is cheap talk,
Ill destroy him like the Cardinals destroyed the Seahawks,

The crowd erupt into a chorus of boos and jeers for POT at his comment.

Professor of Thuganomics:
Ill beat the hell out of you,
And anyone else too,
All you people hate me just cause I'm better than you,
I aint holding back, you aint getting no discount,
You've been riding my nuts for too long, time to dismount,
Man I got screwed against Alex Kendall, I wanna discuss this,
I shouldve won it was a miscarriage of justice,
I was killing him, exposing all of his weak spots,
All he had on me was a few dirty cheap shots,
Tonight I'm winning, aint no way any one can defeat me,
I'm like a swollen penis, you can't beat me.

POT does the U Can't C Me taunt as the scene ends.

["The Prodigy" Kurt Orton (F)]

"...It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that... these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the PEEPS, by the PEEPS, for the PEEPS, shall not perish from the earth." -Pooch

Prologue

There's a time in every young kid's life where he needs to dig down deep to pull out a victory just for not only the sake of heart, but to keep himself sane with his own mentality.

Though maintaining the mental stability is something the person needs to control whether the emotion gets to him or not... control is the method to tonight's problem & this is where it kicks in for good!

29 other men have the opportunity to obtain greatness, but one man has the perseverance to headline a grand stage... that young man wants no other obstacle in his way to grab at this dream ... This is Ascension & my name is K.Orton! A Prodigy!

End Of Prologue

Take a look people, take a good look at greatness!- Randy Orton


Scene 1: Homecoming

Time: 9:30 AM
Date:7/3/12
Area: K.Orton's House (Newark, New Jersey)
Characters: "Prodigy" k.Orton & AJ Lee

Our first scene kicked off with K.Orton opening the door to his house & dropping his bags on the couch to rest up from Monday's Raw, he sat in his recliner chair for a few moments before going in his kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice m, he grabbed the glass after pouring the juice inside & walked back into the living room.

Upon sitting in the chair, Orton soon turned on the television to watch ESPN's Sports-Center & he soon saw that he was the main topic along with other cohorts of his such as Barton, Jacob Senn, AJ Styles, Bob Cena & many others that were in the rumble for later on tonight.

A man in a business suit that was representing Thy WWE spoke on the subject.

{Business Associate}: While Mr. Orton is the topic at hand along with many other hopefuls for tonight's rumble, there are others what want the chance to dethrone him & be rightfully deemed the 2012 Thy WWE Rumble Winner.

Orton stared blank at the TV, taking a sip of the beverage bit by bit with every argumentative pause that the analysts took from speaking.

Meanwhile AJ was in the bedroom just waking up from a sweet slumber, she walked to the kitchen to get a snack before noticing the back of someones head directed to her... AJ went to grab the baseball bat from the cabinet & walked back out moments later only to see that the man who was sitting in the chair was her boyfriend, he was just quiet & focused for tonight's big match which he was apart of.

So she went into the living room & saw him with the glass in hand, AJ moved his bags & began to watch his motions slowly.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: This is bullshit! How does Thy pick a damn businessman to talk on the subject of the rumble match then diss me saying that I might not be optioned to win!

AJ rubbed his shoulder in a way to calm him down, he counted to ten in doing so & put the glass down & turned off the television to go get ready & leave.

Orton grabs his all white shorts with the "Prodigy" t-shirt & boots to put it in his duffel bag, he walks out of the bedroom & sees AJ still in her pajamas... he walks past her with his back turned & headed to the front door, Orton looked at the door & speaks.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: You coming to Ascension for the rumble?

AJ thinks for a minute before grabbing an all white blouse, white pants & sandals while putting them in her own bag.

She sprints to the door & puts her arm on his shoulder, then she nods her head in approval & tells him that she's going before soon leaving out of the front door of the house.

They both put their belongings in the car & soon sat in their sests, AJ sat comfortably enough to ask her boyfriend a question of unlikely proportions.

{"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Lee: Babe, I'm not quite sure going into the rumble is a good idea... you don't have a number, a strategy, not even a game-plan & I just don't see that after a week ago when the KOTR (Knights of the Roundtable) attacked you that your even ready to face them again tonight no matter what the chances or odds might occur to be... I'm just scared that your dream might not surpass as planned....

Orton slowly layed his head on the steering wheel & took deep breaths ... concentrating on the thoughts & actions to show towards her comments, he lifted his head up & held her hands in his with the engagement rings directed at each other.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: AJ, on Monday I teamed with newcomer "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles & we lost to those bastard knights because I felt that I wasn't focused on the task at hand that I normally am.... now regardless of the loss that my team suffered... tonight is more important than just winning the rumble for everyone.... I'm heading out there in that rumble to make a everlasting statement on why I should headline Wrestlemania III & end the winner of the World Heavyweight Title match's reign & I plan on defeating the best this company has to offer just to make that known!

He started up the car in a smile before staring dead at the road & began soon driving off to the airport as the scene ends with the camera showing the back of his car.

End of Scene 1

Scene 2: A hard worker battles a hard interview.


Time: 1:00 pm
Area: Smash-Mouth Entertainment (Radio Show)
Date:7/3/12
Characters: "Prodigy" K.Orton, Lance Eubanks (Host of Smash-Mouth Entertainment)

Smash-mouth Entertainment was a radio show listened to by all wrestling fans across the country & even around the world & everyone really loved what the host had to say + bring to the show's ratings & it's style.

On today's show he was talking very highly about the upcoming Thy WWE Ascension Rumble that was mentioned by the Raw General Manager team to be "open" to all past & present superstars of the company.

After all of the talk of the Miami Heat's title win & the NFL mini camps, The camera pans in to a lightly toned man at about the height of 6'3 & weighed about a slim, muscular 225 pounds, he wore a pair of khaki pants, a pair of dress shoes & a lightly colored but pressed Polo shirt & was soon ready to answer some hard hitting questions to a respected & very well rounded superstar who is honestly gifted in his profession.

That man was the Smash-mouth Entertainment Radio Host Lance Eubanks who was signaled from his staff members that they were on the air from commercial break.

{Lance Eubanks}: Ladies & Gentlemen, Welcome back live to 102.9 FM The Voice of Wrestling... I'm your host Lance Eubanks & today we sit back to discuss the upcoming Pay Per View of Thy WWE known as Ascension & with me right now is one of 30 men that will step into the night's contest when it's at the darkest but bleakest moment... wrestling fans I give to you.. "The Highlight of the Night" Kurt Orton!

Kurt leaned back in the seat & greeted all his fans out there in the wrestling world that were sitting at home listening to him speak, he took great expectation & grandeur from hearing all his fans around the world that loved him or hate him say "Let's go Orton" loud & proud in their seats as the felt the adrenaline rush beat in their hearts.

{"Prodigy"} Kurt Orton: Thanks for the wonderful introduction Lance, it's great to be here with an astounding host like yourself & I plan to give all my listeners & viewers out there a very interesting interview for all to hear & even for you to get ratings off of... Now without further interruption... Let's light this puppy up!

Lance smiled at Orton's rough & witty determination, he shuffled his index cards as Orton sat with a destined face to just burst out of a cannon & go insane plus also be one with the world.


{Lance Eubanks}: My first question for you is... ever since bursting onto the scene in August of 2010, everyone has seen you has just another hot shot generational off-spring whose used their heritage & legacy to make it to the top, but it seems that you don't take it in that sense because you've proved week in & week out that you can shine & tangle with the best of them but... how does all this make you feel? the pressure? the anxiety to know that you have a fan base of screaming females jumping at the jaw to get an autograph from the marvelous 4th generation superstar like yourself?

Orton thinks about the question very timely as he takes a second to breath in the fumes of being LIVE on an actual radio show with his career being spoken & heard about by the many, many listeners hearing this all around the universe, Kurt begins to speak as he proceeds to put his mouth towards the mic.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: The adrenaline rush I get from the Thy WWE Universe is rewarding & it brings joy to my heart each & every week from that entrance way all the way till I hit the white colored canvas & step through those ropes. When I first got here 2 years ago, yes I was another one of those fresh, bright young upstarts that also had a big brother who knew his surroundings very well... that man's name was Killa Outlaw & he was surely making a huge name for himself in showbiz, Now that I come in & speak my mind... everyone in the back just begins to say "Hey,let's all exploit K.Orton & call him fake for who he is not"

Well if I may say something to them right now.. all these haters & nay-sayers that dislike or not believe in my efforts to succeed tonight... well they can all basically stand in line to kiss my ass because I'm not giving up! I wasn't raised to quit & ain't stopping now because of what people think about me.

Lance smirks once again at the witty confidence of Orton & begins to speak into his microphone out to the fans that are listening.


{Lance Eubanks}: Well Kurt, those were a very choice set of words you have for your haters & nay-sayers out there that have very high & undoubted streak of how your performance will affect you later on at the Safeco Field downtown which I will be personally attending.


Orton sat back & smiled at his request to come see him later tonight in his performance before standing up with the microphone still on his shirt, he stretches before Lance says that they are out of time for now & will be returning back with more action later on today.

{Lance Eubanks}:My second question to you is on how you feel about your performance as of late, losing the Television Championship & then teaming with AJ Styles the following week in tag team action to the team of FEAR & now current champion Brian Gunn... what was going on in your head at the time?

Orton thinks through the last few weeks that he has been having & remembers the attack by the KOTR then the loss of the tag match, the thoughts in his mind now fuel him to once again spit fire in his mic as he conjures his emotions up to speak.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: There was honestly nothing more heartbreaking then losing that title to Gunn & the following week just shortly from this time was where I lost the tag team match... now let's remind everyone that as my tag partner was a world class athlete & a former grand slam champion... We lost for 2 reasons.... Reason 1 being that Styles was rusty & lost his footing or Reason 2 was that I wanted some damn revenge on Brian Gunn & my anger got in the way of the true nature that was teamwork.

But my performance as of late not only hardens myself for failure in the long run but it keeps me out of sight in the focus of anything upcoming because my mind isn't all there to process what there is to get ready for... say as an example if I was attacked by Chris Jericho last week viciously & having to fight a guy like John Cena the next week & he was talking bull shit in the ring about how I'm such a rich boy that I can bribe my way out of the match in a Ted Dibiase Sr. scenario... that's not me though... whether anyone likes it or not... I train to the fullest of my abilities & try my hardest to please the Thy WWE Universe with my skills & with these comments all directed towards me of "I can't be trusted" or "I can't be accepted fairly" is really pissing me off.... If I'm a rich boy it's not mattering how much I get paid... what I love is wrestling for the 60,000 - 70,000 compassity crowds that show up around Wrestlemania & the crowds we get at Raw... hell in my mind lance... that right there is my paycheck!

Lance claps after hearing Kurt's speech throughout his own headphones & the speakers in the back where AJ was listening as well from an area unknown in the studio... Orton caught his breath with a big grin on his face, watching his heartbeat fasten up with nothing but joy.

{Lance Eubanks}: Well Kurt, we thank you for making your presence known here today & also for that wonderful speech you gave to all your adoring fans out there, Good luck at Ascension in the rumble where we hope to record & post coverage of you capturing your dream.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: Thanks Lance... I really appreciate it man.

Orton wishes them all a safe stay home & a safe drive as well before shaking hands with Lance & leaving the booth in all respect for everyone as the scene ends with him getting in his car.

End of Scene 2

Scene 3: An Englishman's Return

"I haven't backed down from a fight in my life, and I won't start tonight." - John Cena

Time: 4:30 pm
Date: 7/3/12
Area: An Abandoned Gym in Seattle, WA
Characters: "Prodigy" K.Orton, AJ Lee & Wade Barrett

It was now time to begin my training into winning the Thy WWE Ascension Rumble match... but first I had to make a stop to go see an old cohort/ running buddy of mine.

Me & AJ both looked around for the friend until we soon saw a man with a comb over haircut, a black sleeveless jacket with a white rose that symbolizes purity, he had an English accent so we did know he was.. my old Nexus & Corre Leader... The English Brawler... Wade Barrett!

I greeted Wade with a friendly but gentlemen like handshake as AJ looked on while the two friends were catching up on old times.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: Wade old buddy, old pal... how you been mate?

{"English Brawler"} Wade Barrett: I've been good lad, how have you been doing over the past few months?

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: Nothing serious Wade, just dealing with the haters & non believers of this company saying that I'm out of Randy's league & that I'm a disgrace plus that I shouldn't even be an Orton... but I've got something I'm gonna prove to them all tonight.

Wade took off his jacket & put it on a steel chair that was lying around in the gym area as he listened to what Orton was saying.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: So wade, I've seen you wanted me here today... correct?

Wade nodded at him when he turned around to then tell him to follow me to the back... Orton, Wade & AJ all headed in the back of a gym to a practice ring that was setup.

Orton saw the ring & was impressed by the style & decor, he took off his street clothes & changed quickly into his gear while Barrett did the same, they stepped into the ring & got into fighting stance.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: So... we doing 3 rounds, 90 minutes & all stips are regular...

{"English Brawler"} Wade Barrett: yeah.... though we need a bloody referee!

They both look over at AJ with a sinister but pleading smile to have her referee the match, she thinks about it for a few minutes until K begs for her to do it... then she gets into the ring & is handed a striped referee type jersey that K had since his special ref "occasions" in WWE.

{"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Lee: I'm gonna pretend you don't have this.... & just put it on.

AJ puts on the ref shirt & stands in the center of the ring to see if the two are ready to go.

{"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Lee: you two set?

They both nod at her as he claps for them to start off since their is no ring bell.

"Prodigy" K.Orton V. Wade Barrett

Round 1

The first round of their sparring match began with Barrett & Orton shaking hands + wishing each other good luck before locking up in the center of the ring prior to where AJ was positioned. Barrett knees Orton in the gut & begins to hit him with Axe-handles in the back to slow down his speed & pace, then he sends Orton thrashing into the turnbuckle before nailing him with body shots to the center of his abdomen.

Orton now fights back with headbutts to the abdomen of Barrett & also to the cranium before hitting a few picture perfect dropkicks & some jabs to the chest.

Orton held him in a headlock before going up for a Quick Impact DDT, Barrett countered it & propelled him on his shoulders for Wasteland.

Orton now countered the Wasteland attempt & was able to drop Barrett to the ground with a waist lock with the strength he had left in him, Wade began to wince in pain as Orton put more pressure on the now mildly injured mid-section.

Barrett crawled immensely to the ropes, causing Orton to release the submission & on the way up, he then booted Kurt in the face with him unaware to block, then he proceeded for a second attempt at Wasteland which succeeded.

Wade pins Kurt & gets the first point in their sparring series.

{"Prodigy's Princess" } AJ Lee: 1... 2.... 3!

Wade - 1 K.Orton - 0


Round 2

The men get back in their corner for round 2 of their sparring match, As AJ claps her hands Orton goes straight after Wade with left & right jabs to the jaw, Wade pushes him off & elbows him in the mouth causing Orton to soon taste his own blood & tee off on Wade even harder with some uppercuts to the jaw before going up high & hitting the Quick Impact DDT with a side dish of anger.

Barrett looked at Orton with his unconscious stare while pinning him down to the mat for the 3 count.[/b}

{"Prodigy's Princess"} AJ Lee: 1... 2... Kick-out!

Barrett kicked out at the count of 2 & power-bombed Orton right from his stance of charging with an on going attack.

Orton gets layed out with the power bomb but plays possum to roll up Wade on his exchange.

{Prodigy's Princess} AJ Lee: 1... 2... 3!

Wade - 1 K.Orton - 1

Next fall wins it!

Orton & Wade shake hands & thank each other for a great series so far & head back to their corners.

AJ checks on the both of them to make sure they are both ok, Wade & Orton say "yes" to her & she claps her hand to begin the final round.

Round 3

Barrett & Orton begin to brawl at each other with left & right hooks to the jaw & mid section before locking up & sizing each other to see who would get the advantage, Orton gains control & soon puts the English Brawler in an arm-bar type submission.

Orton puts more pressure on the hold as Barrett winces in pain once again, Barrett reaches the ropes somehow and soon forces Orton to release & keep coming at him with fiery shots to the chest & injured mid-section of the Englishman.

Barrett raises up & tells Orton to bring it as he charges with thrusted clotheslines back & forth repeatedly causing Wade to get dizzy & stumble, Orton attempts an RKO but it's countered into Wade's signature move known as the Winds Of Change.

Wade smirks at K before picking him up n his shoulders for Wasteland, on the impact coming down Orton is willingly able to counter & nail the RKO with perfection & get the 3 count to end the series.

{Prodigy's Princess} AJ Lee: 1... 2... 3!

K.Orton - 2 Wade Barrett - 1

Orton wins the sparring "series" as AJ lifts in hand in victory while Wade is getting up, he shakes Wade's hand & lifts his in anger as well but the Englishman smiles & relishes in the moment before telling AJ she can kiss him because she's proud of him... AJ does just that as they step out of the ring & leave the gym.

Barrett & Orton are in the parking lot, changed up & ready from the sparring match they had to speak to each other.

{"English Brawler"} Wade Barrett: Good luck at Ascension in the rumble match mate, you sure got my vote man.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: thanks Wade, that means a lot coming from you... good luck in WWE or whatever the bloody hell profession/company you plan on going to in the near future.

Barrett & Orton shake hands once again & get in their separate cars as the scene ends in darkness with the handshake of the two being shown.

End Of Scene 3

Scene 4: The Countdown to Immortality

"Its not arrogance, it's destiny." - Randy Orton

Time: 7:00 pm
Date:6/23/12
Area: K.Orton Locker Room
Characters: K.Orton & AJ Lee

K.Orton & AJ arrived to the locker room after the radio show interview with a joyful mood being sashayed across their faces because of the amount of respect they get no matter what anyone thought about them because they were true to each other regardless of decisions they made or thought over or how other people look at them in what way shape or fashion.

A camera man is shown in the far corner of the room as Orton walks over to the center of the floor with AJ swimmingly following him to sit, the unknown individual now positions himself in the center of the room with the couple to further view their observational surroundings, Kurt sits in the center of the floor wearing his ring gear along with AJ also in her ring gear who sat on the floor beside him, the cameraman waits on their signal to begin filming as he looks around the room some more.

K gives the signal to begin recording as the cameraman positions his lens to his face.

{"Prodigy"} K.Orton: Hello boys & girls, senior citizens & young members of the Thy WWE Universe, for those of you who are new to just watching this lovely profession I like to call wrestling, My name is Kurt Orton or as you may call me your... "Voice of the Unspoken!"

The fans begin to blow the roof of the Safeco Field with cheers heard from the cheap seats, Orton smiled as AJ looked on deeply focused into the mood & tone of tonight's spectacle.

While many of you here do not know what is you are surveying... you are surveying the large obstacle stood before many young & upcoming hungry superstars which is otherwise known to this night as the Ascension Rumble where we as the gladiators of the 21st century have a chance to make history & face what I like to call "The King of the Jungle" "The Savior of Thy WWE" he is our esteemed World Heavyweight Champion Alex Kendall!

The crowd boos hearing Kendall's name come out of Orton's mouth after the short history they have had since January when young Alex won the title from the power hungry & valiant "Celtic Warrior" Sheamus who last held the title over an astounding year.

Now Thy sits on the per-carious watch of the many ease-droppers or ego maniacs such as Jacob Senn, Bob Cena, Triple H, Brian Gunn, Barton, FEAR, Kane & Eric Draven, Nonetheless I will be competing in the match for 3 reasons.

Reason # 1 is change in the way that I know it can be done because let's be honest... I've competed in many matches throughout my career and battled the greatest men my bosses have put against but on this night... June 23rd... I will reach my road that I consider glory & pass the final test that the higher power has issued me to complete & that's win the 2012 Ascension Rumble!

The fans begin to now chant "Let's Go Orton" as he feels the adrenaline rush kick in with the crowd just feeding off his energy, he chuckles heavenly as the fans quiet down in the Safeco Field.

Reason # 2 is to boost my career to a new level not only in expertise but to say that I have made my father the "Apex Predator" Randy Orton proud of me, that I've made the love of my life & my fiancee AJ Lee proud & also to make the other guys in the back feel some sort of compassion whether they have the bloodiest of red hearts or the darkest black hearts!

The fans continue to chant as Orton chuckles even more with a gleaming smile of happiness while the arena once again listens to Kurt speak his opinions & mind.

My final reason to win tonight's rumble match is for you... The Thy WWE Universe! You people grab your tickets to show up for Raw each week not to sit back & listen to the heels talk bull shit about how many times they've been screwed over at Pay Per Views like this or to hear Austin Starr protest about his belligerent & undenying war with Caitlin Callihan, but you all come to see the best damn performers from around the world work their asses off each & every Monday Night Raw, Live Event or a Pay Per View such as this just to get a damn pledge or plea of cheers from you people & I'll be just the first to give back in a big way by shoeing change when I am named the 2012 Ascension Rumble Winner & go on to headline Wrestlemania III to challenge whoever comes out of tonight's World Heavyweight Championship bout victorious & sees a man on a mission standing at the top of that entrance ramp just counting the days slowly as they come to pass... It's eight long, struggling, rigorous years I've had to work just to get my name in the lights & tonight's gonna all count for it..."Cause that's how I roll!"

The fans now blow the roof off the field with their cheers, signs & screams as Orton just looks on with the happiest & joyous of smiles & AJ kisses him on the cheek before whispering in his ear that she is also fighting alongside his cause plus in the rumble match, Kurt just can't help but smile at her as they kiss on camera while the fans chant "Aww!" to them.

Now we leave you here with just a tribute/ journey of my accolades in the many companies I have worked with before stepping into Thy.... the song is My Last Breath by Evanescence & without further interruption.... HERE... WE... GO!

Evanescence- My Last Breath hits the sound speakers in K's locker room as him & AJ leave the room, in the arena the fans are left in utter glee, joy & shock as they see fireworks erupt on the stage as the scene ends with a picture of him being shown.

EORP

["The Saviour" Jacob Senn]

The Time Has Come For My Fate to Be Decided

Scene One: Right After Monday Night RAW

June 18, 2012
ThyWWE: RAW Promo TV
Rose Garden

Jacob comes back to the backstage area, excited that he has become the final entrant in the Rumble for Ascension. Jacob has the biggest opportunity to become the Rumble Winner and now it is time for fate to decide what is to come of Jacob. Will Jacob be able to do what only legends of this company have been able to do or will Jacob fall and have to face the consequences he has been so enwrapped in for this past month since his defeat against Alex Kendall? Jacob begins to go to his locker room where there already is a cameraman there wanting to hear some words from Jacob Senn. Jacob Senn motions to a chair for him to sit in and he does. Jacob sits down and begins to speak to the camera.

Jacob Senn:

Tonight, I predicted this win. Tonight, I proved the world wrong. I showed all of those sheep that sit in the stands and watch me put my body through hell and back that I was going to be the final entrant in the Rumble. Now, I am the final entrant and have the biggest advantage out of anyone else in the entire match. But, from now on, this is where God holds my fate in his hands. He will either give me the strength and resiliency to go on and win the Rumble to face the world champion at our biggest PPV, Wrestlemania, or he will cast me into the fire of consequences where they will be met as soon as Ascension ends. I am going to be thinking about those consequences all day and all night in my sleep until I win the Rumble. It will be the driving force that makes me push on to be the last man standing in that ring. The world is going to witness a great night on July 1st. Whether it is good for me or not, it will be a night that no one will forget. I will become what I set out to do four times already in my career here. That is that I will become the ThyWWE Unified World Champion and I will be the one to defeat Alex Kendall or Sheamus whoever wins tonight. Because you see, tonight is setting the course for Wrestlemania. This is a road that many take and only a few are able to succeed. The legends of this business go on to that fateful night and succeed with much glory to their name. I am proof that even when you fall on this stage, you need to get back up. I have pandered to the crowd to lose and I have shunned them to lose. So, I see no use in giving these fans the satisfaction of pandering to them, but my job as an in-ring perform is to steal the show. At Ascension, that is what I am going to do. I will be the one to steal the show and be the one who won the Rumble like Triple H did last year against Dominic Reynolds. I will be the one to be the man on the marquee as the main event of Wrestlemania III. I will do this with everything in my ability and heart or I will perish in the fires of the consequences of my own design. I will not let these consequences reach me for as long as I am still fighting inside the Rumble Match where I plan on winning just like I did tonight to be the final entrant and have the advantage at Ascension.

Jacob Senn begins to gather his things and go to his vehicle and the scene begins to fade.

Scene Two: Hotel Room

June 25, 2012
ThyWWE: Ascension Promo TV
Silver Cloud Inn

We see Jacob Senn just coming back to his room after going for a run to condition himself. Jacob goes to the mini-fridge to get him a bottle of water. We hear a knock at the door and Jacob begins to roll his eyes already knowing who it is. He opens the door to see interviewer, Burris Troy, once again at his door. Jacob Senn begins to speak.

Jacob Senn:

Don’t you have someone else to bother today?

Burris Troy:

No, I do not have anyone else to interview if that was what you were talking about.

Jacob Senn:

Did I not tell you to call me before showing up at my door?

Burris Troy:

You did, but I called and no one answered so I decided to come on over.

Jacob looks in his phone to see that Burris in fact did call and Jacob begins to show him a seat to where he and the cameraman can sit. Jacob begins to let Burris know to begin his interview.

Burris Troy:

Jacob, what a month you have had on ThyWWE. You have defeated countless superstars and have won the Pre-Rumble on this past RAW to earn the final spot at Ascension where you beat men like Teatly, Jakko Sycko, and Barton. Do you feel like it is now your time now to get that big match at Wrestlemania that you have been wanting?

Jacob Senn:

Of course I do, you imbecile. My time to shine has come finally in this company. As I said, I did whatever it took to become the final entrant at Ascension and I will do whatever it takes to win there. If I have to cheat or do other things that the fans do not like, then it will be so. Because the consequences of me losing this match is unbearable and I will not have to suffer them because some man who does not deserve to be in the main event wins that Ascension match.

Burris Troy:

Let us talk about your apparent rivalry with Brian Gunn. A couple of days ago at a live event, you were challenged by him to a match at Wrestlemania III. Not only did you tell him that if you did not get a championship match at Wrestlemania III you would face him, but you upped the ante by making it into a No Disqualification Ironman Match. Why did you choose this match and why do you want to face Brian Gunn?

Jacob Senn:

Burris, I want to face Brian Gunn because he is one of the ThyWWE legends in this company. He was a pioneer here and I want to show that bring more to the table than just a good looking face and a show for people to watch, which brings me to the reason I chose the No DQ Ironman Match. I chose that match because I want to show that I have the greatest heart, the greatest will, and the greatest determination of any ThyWWE superstar to step foot in this company and that I am the greatest superstar of all time. I want to prove that I am truly great and that shows what lengths I am willing to go to prove it.

Burris Troy:

Now, let us take a look at your past Ascension experience. You were the top newcomer bursting through the seams of ThyWWE. You entered that match at number twelve and lasted until number nineteen where our boss, Mr. McMahon had eliminated you. Do you still hold any grudges to Mr. McMahon for that fateful night and can you tell us how this year is different for you.

Jacob Senn:

That night against Mr. McMahon was a humiliating night. But, I hold no grudges against him. What I know is that even if McMahon decides to bring his old ass into the ring, I guarantee that he will get eliminated. I am a desperate man who wants now more than ever to be the world champion and headline Wrestlemania III. For how this match will be different than last year is simple for four reasons. One, I have more experience than last year thus knowing what to expect. Two, I am not going to be held back by the brainwashed hypocrites that watch my put my body and career on the line to make this show entertaining. Three, I am going to win this year unlike last year. Three, I am going to do what the winner last year, Triple H, could not do. What he could no do that I can do is win the world championship at Wrestlemania III and prove why I am the greatest superstar of all time.

Burris Troy:

Any other comments you have?

Jacob Senn:

You know that I always have a few words to say at the end. The next generation of world champion is going to be seen at Ascension and once I reach Wrestlemania III, I will be remembered as the greatest superstar of all time. Now, get out before you get beat up like you should have been ever since I have seen you and met you.

Burris Troy and his cameraman leave out of the hotel room to their vehicles, looking as if they had seen a ghost or demon. Jacob shuts the door, grabs his bottle of water, and sits down in a chair to relax and think about all of the glory he can attain on July 1st and all he will have to suffer through if he loses the Rumble.

Scene Three: The Ring

July 1, 2012
Ascension Pre-Show
Safeco Field, WA

The Ascension Pre-Show has been showing for about 15 minutes and we hear "Savior" by Skillet come up and we see Jacob Senn's titantron. Jacob Senn comes out to a big negative booing by the crowd. Jacob smiles as he doesn't care what the fans have to say to him. He walks down the ramp not caring about the people that sit in the stands as he says insults to them, showing even more that he does not care about the people and their well-being. Once at the turnbuckle, he goes to the top and begins to taunt, but doesn't to not give the fans the satisfaction. Jacob jumps down and then grabs the microphone from the RAW announcer, Steve Cruise. Jacob then begins to speak.

Jacob Senn:

Hello, brainwashed people of ThyWWE. Who is ready to see the greatest superstar in the world, the man who is destined for greatness, win the Royal Rumble to headline Wrestlemania III, me?

You hear the loud boos all over the arena toning out everything, even the announcers.

Jacob Senn:

Well, all of you are going to have to deal with you impotent fools. Because, you all think everything you say matters in this company. You all think your cheers, your jeers, your signs, your boos, your desire to even lay a finger on us, puts a factor in what happens to this company? No, because there is one thing that matters and that is who all is buying the seats to watch a certain superstar and that superstar gets the popularity and who management feels best fits their representation as champion. Because look at the champions that have held the championship these past few years since its inception in this company. You have Undertaker, CM Punk, Sheamus, and Alex Kendall. What do all of these men have in common with each other? They all have the look of a champion and they all did what management told them to do and kiss their asses. People like Mr. McMahon saw their potential, but they were not going to give these men the championship until they did everything their way. Look at our latest champion, Alex Kendall. He was on the brink of turning this company around and changing it into something, yet when he becomes the champion he drops his “Acid Project” like a hat and lets it die. I thought I was saving this place by letting that project die, but instead it was the very thing saving this place. I looked at all these champions and watched how they were treated after winning their championships. But, the thing about me is I will not bow to this man’s reign on trying to make me bend to his will. I am not a brainwashed zombie who is going to just sit there and do what he is told. I am not a little monkey who does what the master tells him to do. I am a man who is going to start a revolution within this company. I am staring a revolution where a champion gets the championship not by kissing the wrinkly old ass of Vince McMahon and join lineage of Ass Club Champions. This revolution is going to be about a champion getting the championship through his actions in the ring and earning his way to the top. Salvation is coming and I am the person to do it because of these reasons.

Jacob pauses to catch his breath.

Jacob Senn:

I am a man who has stood up to those who thought it was impossible for me to accomplish major goals in this business. People, in this audience and backstage, told me that I was never going to win here as soon as I entered. I proved you all wrong by winning my first ever match in ThyWWE easily by defeating Mark Greenberg. Then, all of you with management told me that I was lucky and that I was never going to become champion. At Attrition, I proved everyone wrong again when I defeat a hardcore legend, Raven, and a now unknown man, Christian Knight, to become the ThyWWE Intercontinental Champion. Some of you started to realize that I was a force to be reckoned with, but some thought again I was lucky but I would never win at Wrestlemania. So, Wrestlemania II comes around and I do lose my ThyWWE Intercontinental Championship to Drew McIntyre. But, I do win the Wrestlemania Case Ladder Match only to lose it to POT a few days later. Once I lost that case and then kept on losing to champion after champion, you all begin to think that I am not cut out for this business. What you need to do is take another look at my career and take it all in. I make a living proving all of you dimwitted and close-sighted people wrong. I make a living by proving management wrong. I do what all the hypocrites of ThyWWE deem to be impossible. What you do not realize is that is what makes a champion. Vince McMahon has fooled you all in believing a fairy tale that the most dominant man in this company is the one who should be holding the belt. But is that really what defines a champion? The world’s definition of a champion is a person who has defeated or surpassed all rivals in a competition. Well, my rivals in this business are all of you and management, not only my opponents in the ring. By the looks of my career over the past year in ThyWWE, I would say that I have done exactly that. Because every time you all say I cannot do it, I overcome all of your negativity and pessimism towards me. I overcome them and prove you all wrong and that is what I am going to do tonight at Ascension. I am going to take the greatest opportunity I earned and run with it. I am going to outlast the other superstars that dare step in that ring against me and go on to Wrestlemania to once again prove you all wrong. Because against all the odds put in front of me and no matter what all of you zombies of the controllers of this company think, I will become the ThyWWE Unified World Champion.

Jacob begins to speak on the known Rumble competitors that he wants to talk about.

Jacob Senn:

Right now, let us look at the Rumble participants that we know are going to be in there.

Jacob points to the titantron where we see a picture of the first entrant, Captain Teatley.

Jacob Senn:

Captain Teatly, a man who is obsessed with teabags and porn. This man is a walking disease to the face of this Earth. This man wants to bring this disease of sexual unholy actions into my business. But, if somehow he manages to get away from the plethora of superstars that face him until I go into the Rumble Match, then I am going to give him something to remember. I am going to give him a Judgment to remember. Because he is nothing and he will be taken out of this Rumble Match one way or another.

Jacob looks back at the titantron and it changes into Eric Draven.

Jacob Senn:

Eric Draven, who is also known as The Crow, shows no reason in being in this match. He shows us that his wife was killed with his unborn child. But, what was is reasoning to being in his match other than winning and headlining Wrestlemania III? Is it to dedicate something to them? Is it to be able to be recognized to the people? You have no reason to win this match, but I do. My reason to win this match is because I want to not witness the consequences of not winning and having to go into oblivion. You have no reason to win this match thus you have already decided your own fate.

Jacob once again looks back at the titantron and it shows Professor of Thuganomics.

Jacob Senn:

Good ole POT. Always trying to stay in the way of me trying to be the world champion, aren’t you? Ever since we have met, you have always been the thorn on my side. Why is that? It is very simple. It is because are green, POT. You are green because you are filled with the sin of envy and jealousy. You want to be in the position that I am in, so you try your best to entertain these people with your rap and hip-hop to get them on your side. But what you realize is, the sheep that follow the false shepherd, you, are all going to be disappointed. Because you see, yes I have gotten defeat by the current world champion, Alex Kendall, numerous times. But, I have overcome them and have gotten better and better with it. Once I win the Royal Rumble and prove to the world why I am the best in the world and destined to save this company with the revolution I plan to bring. You cracked me over the head with a steel pipe, yes, but I am the one who is the main eventer here. I am the one who has not forgotten and will not forget until you lose something of great value. I will have my vengeance for the act you committed against me and tonight is when you lose the Royal Rumble to me.

Jacob Senn again looks to the titantron where it changes to K. Orton.

Jacob Senn:

Kurt Orton, a man more insane than even Mark Greenberg. You think that Alex Kendall is the Saviour of ThyWWE? Kurt, he must have paid you to say that because he is far from being the Saviour of this company. Alex Kendall was a revolutionary until he decided to kiss the ass of Vince McMahon to become champion and give up his mission of total domination of the ThyWWE franchise. I figured out this fact and I decided to turn my back on the fans and management. Because for everything I fought for, I was not rewarded. I fought for this company when everyone decided to put it down the drain and yet you all decide to turn to the champion instead of the one who stood by your side the most. This brings me to you, Orton. During our time in Eternity, you were only worried about yourself. In my moment when I needed everyone to help me, you were with the ones who decided to forsake me and that is why I left you all. All you are is a no one who wants to be the best when he cannot and when the time comes when the Rumble Match comes, I will be the man to win the match and you will be lying on the mat wishing you were me.

Jacob looks back for the last time to see the Knights of the Round Table with Barton in the middle.

Jacob Senn:

The Knights of the Round Table, a group of men who think they are the greatest in the world, seem to be led by Barton. These men all have championships, but two. We have Brian Gunn. My newest rival, who has the Television Championship and Beno and Fear who have the Tag Team Championship, but Barton is without. Barton, you are a great wrestler here in ThyWWE, but I am not going to let you deny me my moment in history. The result that happened at RAW will happen to you again. I want this so I can make my revolution come to fruition. I want my revolution to be instituted in ThyWWE to give the wrestlers who truly deserve it an opportunity at the world championship. Because Vince is not going to listen to someone who is second place. He will only listen to the best of the best. So stand back and let me take the opportunity of a lifetime and headline Wrestlemania III. Tonight, the revolution begins and you will have your opportunity after me. Because, I am the man who is destined to save this company from the evils that are inside and its corruption and it begins with winning this Rumble Match and eliminating you.

Jacob continues to speak while the titantron cuts back to the original video.

Jacob Senn:

All of these men will perish to my judgment. Some of these men have already tried to oppose me, others are beginning to try. The result, thought, will be the same for them all. They will all fall out of the ring into the proverbial mat of shame. They will all fall down and lose this match. They are all just greedy and want to do this just for the match, not me. I want to spring the revolution I have planned to life. The revolution I want to bring is going to change the face of how you see the champions of this place. It will not be just the men who are dominant in the ring that only Vince McMahon. It will be the men who overcome the fear of doing something never done before in this company. It will be the men who achieve victory against all the odds. Those are the men who deserve to hold the belt not the sniveling men who pander to you sheep here tonight or just think they are the best. I am the man who perfectly fits this category of champion. Every night in the ring, I defy the odds set before me. I overcome the fear of going high risk and leading this revolution that could make me turn out to be worse than I am already at. When I win the Rumble Match, the revolution begins. Change is coming and it will happen when I become the Rumble Winner and be the new ThyWWE Unified World Champion.

Jacob drops the microphone on the ground slowly and then leaves the arena. He looks back at the arena with a look of intensity. He screams that he will save himself as he leaves to prepare for his match later tonight as the final entry into the Rumble Match. In his mind all he is thinking about is winning and not having to deal with the consequences of coming up short and being cast into what he calls the fires of consequences and oblivion.

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Prologue (1st Person)

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It was then, at that exact moment, everything fell apart, time suddenly stopped, all I could hear was my body hitting the floor, I could see the fans moving and cheering, but no noise came out. It was all over, my head was in extreme pain as it rebounded off the floor. It hit me immediately, the pain, the sadness, it overwhelmed me. I wished at that moment that it was all a dream; I wished that I would wake up and I would be back in the comfort and safety of my own home, but it was not to be. Instead, I found myself still lying on the floor. I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t, everything was ruined at that point. I had let everybody down, my friends, my family, and myself. A massive wave of emotion brushed towards me, covering every part of my body. I wanted to get back in the ring, to get my revenge, but I couldn’t. What good will it do? I finally felt my body stir, I could finally get up. At last, I stood up. But, that too, along with my hopes and dreams, were cut short, by the exact same man nonetheless.

WHACK! Barton falls on to his back as Freedom knocks him senseless with a steel chair![/i]

No, not again. Humiliated and crushed all in the same night. I lay on my back once more, I saw my attacker stand above me, almost as if he was proud of what he has done, and wants to finish me off, for good. Thankfully, Freedom left, I felt my body move once more, slowly pulling myself back to my feet. I dragged my broken body as far away from the arena as possible. Why? Why wasn’t it me who won the Rumble? What did I do to deserve this? I finally reached the end of the ramp. Slowly, I limped out of the arena, away from the ring, and away from the fans. During this, I only had one thought crossing through my mind. The winner of the Royal Rumble...

...It should have been me.

April 10th 2011 (3rd Person)

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“It should have fucking been me!” The remnants of the once wooden door are kicked. Splinters are flung in each direction, spreading itself almost equally along the locker room of Barton. Barton, the source of the voice, storms into the locker room, pacing around. His face grows more agitated the more he thinks about what has just happened. “I was so fucking close, it should have been me.” Pulling himself to his nearby sofa, Barton’s head is thrust into his palms. A moment of silence, ensues. Barton’s face is dug into his hands, “It should’ve have been me.” Finally, his head shows sign of life, and eventually, so does his hands. And with a swift movement, and a loud yell, the coffee table is flung over, “Why is it never me!” the glass on the middle of the table shatters, the leg hit the floor, broken. The magazines and coasters what sat peacefully on the table were thrown off, crashing to the floor. The whole room became suddenly disturbed. The end table was the next to go, with a yell of anger, the end table is kicked over, along with the rather expensive lamp, what rested on it. Both the table and lamp fell at the same time, almost as if they were in synch, but they both felt the same damage. Objects suddenly go flying over each side of the room, as if they were a suitable output of anger and grief over what has just transpired in the arena. It didn’t take long before the locker room became a wasteland; the interior looked like a bomb had just struck it. Glass was broken, wood was shattered, bookshelves were split in two, the whole locker room had suddenly become a battlefield. Making his way over to the sofa, one of the only undamaged items in the whole room, Barton sulks and allows himself fall down, letting himself hit his back on the sofa. Another moment of silence follows; not even the sound of Barton’s own breathing could be heard. Looking around at the damage and destruction he has just caused in a matter of moments, Barton shakes his head.

What It Meant To Me (1st person)

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The Royal Rumble, it meant everything to me, it represented the main thing I had wanted in my life, success. Success was one of the main things what drove me. I wanted that success, it helped me grow in school and it helped me grow in the outside world. It also was a chance to get a shot at the World Title. At that moment, I was certain that it would’ve been my only shot at the time. Time after time in Thy WWE I was screwed out of any form of success, any potential World Title shot. They tried to hide it, they always do, and believe me, I spoke up to them, but every single God damn time I asked, I was always told the same thing, ‘You haven’t done anything to impress us yet’, I remember, every time I heard that, I had no idea what it meant, and I still don’t know. How dare they, how dare they even think about the fact I have done nothing, I have done everything I can. I have done everything that is expected of me, and much, much more. Eventually, I decided that it was time to wait; I had thought by that moment that they would eventually give me a shot. Finally, they came to their senses; put me in a match against my now good friend, former enemy, Brian Gunn. The fuckers knew I wasn’t 100 percent, they knew I wasn’t ready to compete, yet, they still put me in. Obviously, I lost, and once again, I was back where I was once before, sitting on my ass, waiting for a title opportunity. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait too long. A few weeks after that, Ascension arrived, the Royal Rumble had arrived, my chance for glory, success and a World Title opportunity had arrived.

But no, a slight feeling of pride got to my head. I knew I was so close to winning, and I let that get to me. It was my first taste of glory in a long while, and I knew it. I looked back at the person I had once eliminated, Justin Time, I looked back at my destruction, at my almost victory. As soon as I did so, I found my destiny, my victory suddenly destroyed by a chair shot by Freedom. I am not going to lie here, my whole life fell at that one moment, everything I had worked for, everything I had hoped for, everything I deserved, was destroyed by one shot to my head. Amongst the feeling of sadness, anger, grief, I also had a moment of realisation. The management, they didn’t care about me, they never cared about me. It was almost as if that chair shot knocked me to my senses. I had finally realised that they did not want me to succeed in Thy WWE. They only cared about themselves, and the people they knew they would draw big money, and that was always Sheamus. I was hoping, that after more than a year, they would change their ways, that they would finally stop being the narrow minded pricks they are and realise I am the biggest star there is, that I am the best to have ever set foot on this planet. But once again, I was proved wrong. Sheamus came back, and once again, attention was poured on him. But he wasn’t alone this time, oh no, he wasn’t alone at all. There was also Alex Kendall, but he’s not important. There were two other people who just wanted the attention for themselves our two General Managers, Kenneth Walker and Austin Starr. They were the worst, they just want all eyes on them, and they don’t give a rat’s ass on who they have to disgrace for it.

Personally, I never had any business with them before, but that wasn’t on any fault of my own. No, those two, no matter how much they hate each other, they are just stuck up their own ass to do anything with me. To them, I am just a little, tiny blip on the radar, to them, I have no importance, to them, I am just a working class individual, and quite frankly, I am sick of it. I know that despite their stuck up, snobby nature, they were scouting me, no doubt about that, they knew that I would go far, they knew that I would eventually become a major contender, and they didn’t like that one bit. So the first thing they did, bury me, push me back down, pretty much places the United States Title on me. I knew I deserved more than that, I knew that I deserve more than a second rate mid carder title. They knew what I would do, they knew that I would disgrace the company by throwing my belt away, but I was one step ahead of them. I know that if I did that, they would’ve won, if I threw my title away, I would be no different from the other snobbish higher ups that ran the company. So I kept on to it, and I defended it time after time, after time. Eventually, the higher ups knew that I was a major threat. So they put me up against Drew McIntyre, an obvious nut job, Drew ended up snapping my ankle, effectively putting me out of action, and forcing me to relinquish my title, and my career. At that moment, they had won. At that moment, they had got rid of the biggest threat they had. Fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised if they got Drew to attack me, made some deal on the side to get rid of their future World Champion.

Admittedly, I gave up, I had this idea in my head that they had done what they wanted to do, they made me give up. And every time I closed my eyes, every time I went to sleep, I would always see their faces, and they would always do the exact same thing, they would always smile at me with that crooked expression on their faces. Every time I blinked, that image would always be there too. It took me a while before I finally realised that I wanted to do something about it. With time, I began to gather strength in my ankle; I could finally walk without support. I could finally train up again. I could finally erase those images that kept appearing in my head. I could finally get back at the people who were smiling at me when I was injured. I could finally get back at the people who would rewind their DVR’s just to watch me get hurt again, and again. No matter how much I trained up, I was always haunted by the possibility of facing another injury. The possibility of once again facing about career ending moment, but then again, I knew that I give up, the faces will be back, puffing their cigars and drinking their expensive alcohol. I was at a crossroads, I could go one way and face my destiny, face the fact that I could be injured once again, or go the other way and not be injured, but live the rest of my life knowing that I have lost, and the snobbish higher ups did win after all. I was indecisive, until that one day in Rome.

January 2nd 2012 (3rd Person)

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“I don’t fucking care, I was treated like a piece of shit, and do you know what? Fuck your company, I quit!” the voice bursts out the door, making his way down the corridor, the posture, the looks, the hair meant that it was only one person, Martin, Martin Barton. Making his way down the corridor, he is suddenly held back by one person, Sam Barton, the first wrestling Barton. Barton had heard the entire conversation; he gave his cousin a disappointed look. Martin scowls at the man, standing eye to eye with him. “Well, well, well, look who it is, what the fuck do you want Sam?” Barton eyes his cousin up and down, returning the exact same scowl.

“You better hope I didn’t hear you right? You’re giving up, after one fucking night,” Barton steps back, giving his younger cousin an almost condescending look. “Jesus Christ Martin, I always knew you were a coward, but one night? That has to be a new record,” Barton looks at Martin, waiting for his reply. Martin looks at Barton, with an expression of both disgust and anger mixes into one.

“I’m sorry, it seemed to me like you were giving me criticism Sam,” Marin begins to pace slowly, but confidently, “Let’s be honest here Sam, you’re not perfect yourself, aren’t you. No, no, of course aren’t you’re full of flaws, just like the rest of us here on Planet Earth,” Martin continues to pace around Barton, who just stands there, not bothering to move about and follow his movements, “I could name a few right now if you want me to cousin.” Martin gets up close to Barton, hoping to anger him, and he succeeds.

“Don’t you fucking ever call me that again!” Barton lunches forward, swiftly grabbing Martin’s collar, catching him by surprise, Barton continues in his momentum, eventually forcing Martin into a nearby marble wall. “Don’t you dare even mention the fact that we are related,” Barton snaps at Martin, slightly stunning him. “You are no family of mine, do you hear me?” Martin replaces the stunned look with a smugger look, as if he’s mocking Barton. Barton responds by pulling Martin back, only to shove him back into the wall with more power. Martin lets out a small yell of pain, as Barton carries on. “I said, do you fucking hear me!” Barton’s voice bellows down the corridor, bouncing and echoing off each wall as the sound waves connect with it. Barton looks down on Martin and simply discards him, throwing him down the corridor. Martin hits the floor with a sick thud, and slights on the floor slightly, before getting to one knee.

“You son of a bitch Sam,” Martin wipes any possible blood from his mouth before he continues, “People, they think I am bad, but you Barton, you are another story,” Martin laughs darkly, watching as Barton listens intently, “You call me a coward? You, Sam, are a hypocrite,” Martin laughs again, while Barton simply scoffs, refusing to believe his comment. “You called me a coward, yet you are the one, who is too scared to go back. Yeah, that’s what you are, that’s what you’ve always been, too scared. “ Barton slowly begins to take Martin’s statement seriously, placing his hands on his hips, letting him continue, “You sat at home, knowing full well that you could’ve gone back, gone back to Thy, but you were too scared of getting another injury.” Barton breathes in too speak up, but Martin, knowing Barton too well, cuts him off. “Don’t even try to deny it Sam, you know you are too scared, and denying it will make you look more scared than before.” Martin finally gets to his feet, the dark expression still resides on his face. “And that can’t happen to poor little Sammy, huh?” Martin mockingly salutes Barton with two fingers, walking away from Barton, trying to get as far away from him as possible. “Think about what I said Samuel, you never know, I maybe, just maybe right about this.”

Barton watches with a look of high disdain as his cousin walks away from him, with cockiness and arrogance oozing from each step he takes. Waiting until he is gone and far out of sight, Barton turns around kicking a nearby plant pot, “Son of a bitch!” Barton’s yell travelled its way down the corridor. The plant pot that was kicked shattered into pieces, causing moist soil to spill out onto the once clean floor. Barton leans against a wall, letting himself slide down it with his knees tucked in, but spread apart from each other. Barton rests his elbows on his knees, letting his arms dangle down. What Martin said, was it true? Is Barton a coward? And is he just denying every bad thing people say about him? Barton places on one his hands firmly onto his head, slowly, but surely falling into deep thought. Closing his eyes, Barton thinks back, to before Thy WWE, before the injury, before his debut in Thy, before it all. Now, only three letters stuck into his head, the three letters what pretty much got him into Thy WWE, and now, the three letters what every single person in the locker room, bar some, dread to hear, those three letters are S-C-W.

S-C-W (1st Person)

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As I sit here, I recap on all the things that has happened throughout my career, from my debut in SCW, from my first meeting with Freedom, to my first injury. It makes me remember why I wanted to be in this company, why I wanted to be a star, and why I wanted to succeed. There were many more things that occurred, from me beat Blade LaVigne for the United States Title, before it was changed to the X-Division Title in SCW, from my second win of the X-Division Title that made me realise that I can succeed and there is not one god damn person who can stop me from achieving my goal and becoming the very best there is, this long road started back in SCW, and it will end when I throw people out left and right in the battle royal at Raw, then when I beat everyone else in the Royal Rumble, asserting my dominance, then it will only be a short matter of time until I win the Thy WWE World Title. Who will it be from? I don’t know and I don’t care, because either way, it will end the very same way, with the bell ringing and the announcer calling me the NEW World Champion, the fans will go wild and I will leave the arena knowing I am at the top, and there is nobody who can or who will change that, because I am just that damn good. I can remember back when I first started in Sin City Wrestling, or SCW, whichever way you want to call it, I was about 20 or 21 years of age back then, people thought that I didn’t belong, the normal events started occurring, the dirty looks, the cheap pranks and the stupid insults.

Well, at first, I thought that was normal, that they did that to ever first guy, as some sort of an initiation program. But no, as it turns out, they were just jealous, jealous of me and jealous of what I will become, so they tried to discourage me, tried to insult me, make me leave, but I stayed, damn right I stayed, and I proved them all wrong, I proved that anyone, regardless of height, weight, age or nationality can make it this business, I proved that no matter what people say, you can do what you want, when you want and in the end, they are just words, they are just dirty looks and they are just mindless pranks, they don’t mean anything, all it is, is a sign of jealousy, a sign of contempt, a sign, of weakness. When I defeated Blade LaVigne for my first title, it was the happiest day of my life up to that moment, that managed to turn a few heads, but only a few, I could sense that most people still doubted me, that some people thought my first title win was a fluke, so I once again proved them wrong by defending the US Title, or the X-Division Title, as it got changed, against the very person I won it from. Sure, I got some respect from the guys in the back, but still that wasn’t enough, some of the higher ups didn’t like it, they didn’t like the fact that someone as young as myself was one of the top men in SCW rather than some of the older guys, names not being mentioned. When I suffered my first injury at the hands of Rufus Sawyer, my only rival that stood a chance, the higher ups jumped with glee.

The first thing they did was relinquish my title, they knew that I would’ve been all better within a few weeks, but did that stop them, did it fuck. All I got from them was ‘You should stay off a little longer’ and ‘I don’t think you are ready to get back in the ring yet.’ It was obvious what they were doing, but somehow, I went along with it, I went along with the fact that they didn’t want me there. So I stayed off for a while, a long while at that. After a while, I realised that I don’t want to be stopping at home, with my hand down my pants watching the latest TV, I wanted to be back out there, back in the business, back where I belong. At the point of when that realisation hit me, the first thing I did was get back into shape, work off any of the disgusting food I ate during my time off, eventually, I got back in a ring, working on some local guys, you know, the people who make complete idiots look rather competent. It didn’t take long for me to beat them, it didn’t take long for me to shred them, it didn’t take long for me to demolish them. It took even less time for the guys back in SCW to get off their asses and give me a perfectly good contract. I signed it, knowing that I could continue my journey into SCW, uninjured, and looking to climb up the proverbial ladder, until I could reclaim my place as the very best that SCW ever, I trust me when I say, ever had to offer, better than Rufus and a damn sight better than everybody else who stepped through the curtain into the arena.

Obviously, it didn’t take long for me to mark my dominance again, and, like Thy WWE, the management didn’t want someone like me, someone from my working class background, to represent the company, become their World Champion, so, just like Thy WWE did, they placed me in contention for lower card title. And the worst of all, they put me against an abomination, B-Zero. That man child had no place inside Thy WWE, all he did was fuck up things there. At first, I was pissed that I was sunk to such a low level. But then again, a part of me was glad, glad that I could destroy a disgrace such as B-Zero. The time had finally arrived, the time for my title shot had come, in a street fight none the less. Sure, many distractions occurred, but the match ended the way everyone would expect, with me holding the X Division Title high above my head, victorious once again. I had finally reached it, I had shown the management that I could cope, and finally, people began to respect me, the people backstage knew what I had been through, and they knew what I had to do to get back in SCW, so when I won the X Division Title once more, I was respected, by everyone, even some of the higher ups. But, it was at that moment, where I realised, it took them so long just to give me one thing, so why the hell should I respect them back? Any of them? It was only a few weeks later when I decided to do something about it, I was facing against Dan Hellman for my title, where I had another realisation, why should I keep the one thing that was keeping me respected, when it took so long to get on my own? So, I pulled the match, I didn’t want the title anymore. And once more, I left, SCW screwed me over time after time again, so I decided I wasn’t having any of it, ever again.

Royal Rumble (1st Person)

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The Royal Rumble Match, the main attraction of Ascension, it was a time were dreams were made and hope were broken. Last year, I was screwed out of my win, but not again, not this year. The rules of the match are simple; throw your opponents over the top rope and make sure that both of their feet hit the ground. If that happens, then that person is eliminated, pure and simple. The last person remaining, who’s not eliminated in the ring will be crowned the winner of the match and will get a one way ticket to Wrestlemania to take on the World Champion in the main event. Now, there will be many people competing, but only a few pose a huge threat to me, aside from the Knights of the Round Table, of course. One of them, CM Punk, a relative new comer to Thy, believe me, he is one of the people who I scouted thoroughly, and I got to say, the guy is impressive. However, out of the threats in the match, I rank him at the bottom, in Thy WWE, the guy is inexperienced, he has no idea what Thy is like, he has no idea what kind of people are in there, and when he does find out, man, he is going to be in such a shock. And when that happens, I will be there to personally throw his ass over the top rope and I will make sure both of his feet hit the ground. As I said, he is at the bottom of my list, he is just a minor threat, and to me, and most likely to a lot of other people, that will be all he will ever be, a minor threat.

Another opponent, who I deem a bigger threat than Punk, but yet again, he will only be a minor threat, Kurt Orton, or KO, for short, the man who formerly held the Television Title, before we beat him for it. Now, KO is just a broken shell of a man, looking at the Royal Rumble as a chance for redemption from his defeat at the hands of us. His title, formerly called the Television Title, now called the Excalibur Championship, was Kurt’s pride and joy, it was the only thing that made him important in this company, and now without it, Kurt will slowly fade into obscurity, just like everybody else who has stepped up into the title picture, then fell out of it, just like I did when I was injured. But, there is a major difference between me and Kurt Orton, I can and I have done something about it, while KO will continue to be phased out, until he will just be a distant memory, or the person who people refer to as, ‘The guy who used to be in Thy’. The road to obscurity for Kurt Orton will start at Ascension, where I will personally reserve a spot for him when I eliminate him from the match and toss him on his ass out of the ring. After that happens you will have nowhere to go Kurt, you will eventually have no job and no money, because like I said, that title you once held was the one thing that kept you in this company KO. So, overall, he is just a minor threat, and like the insect he is, I will squash him if he goes near me, just like the other times we did, like when he was in Eternal, and just like the way Brian Gunn did in two consecutive weeks.

Also, a threat higher than the two I have just mentioned, he is the self proclaimed Saviour of Thy WWE, Jacob Senn. Now, I have had history with Jacob Senn, predominately bad, but history nonetheless. It all started with a backstage encounter with Senn and his ragtag group known as Eternal. I have fond memories of that time, including what happened in the match, where me and Freedom picked up Jacob Senn and drove his ass through a table and ended his entire stable right before his very eyes. Jacob Senn calls himself the Saviour of Thy WWE, well, I am a saviour in my own right, I save people from assholes like Senn who think they can work their way into the Rumble after they have done absolutely nothing to deserve their spot in the match. Also, he thinks he should be World Champion, he thinks he deserves to be champion, but the thing is, he has had chance, after chance, after chance to grab the title, but he has failed every step of the way. He has failed against Sheamus and he has failed against Alex Kendall, so tell me, why is he still pining for a title match when there is much more deserving people like me, who has never even had a title match in the first fucking place. I have beat Senn before, and I have destroyed his stable. Tonight, at Ascension, I will beat him again, and this time, I will not any stable, instead, I will end his dreams, his career and his life as I throw that fucker over the top rope and eliminate him from the match that I am supposed to win, so I can carry on my journey and prove that I am the true saviour and to prove that I am the greatest to step through the ropes into the ring.

Moving higher up the list, and this time, two people are here, the third on my list of biggest threats in the Rumble match, they are AJ Styles and Stalker Knight, if the latter chooses to show up to the Rumble of course. AJ Styles, I admit, he, along with CM Punk is sort of a newcomer around here, and well, I scouted him too, and I admit, he does pose a threat to my chances of winning the Royal Rumble, and ultimately, my chances of headlining Wrestlemania and winning my well deserved World Title. But, even though I have called him a threat, that does not mean I won’t toss him over the ropes just like I would any other person who will try to ruin my destiny of becoming World Champion. Also, AJ Styles better remember this, when Brian Gunn and Fear faced them both, it was AJ who got pinned, not KO, so in my mind, and probably many other people’s mind, that makes AJ Styles a weak link. Stalker Knight, another threat, seems to be having second thoughts about the Rumble Match, and quite frankly, I don’t blame him, hell, I if knew I was in the Rumble, I wouldn’t turn up either. He must know that when he gets in the ring with me, he will see his dreams crushed, and no matter how much he says that he wants the win, that he needs the win, trust me when I say, I will always, and I mean always, need it more, I refuse to be screwed out like I was last year, I refuse to lose again, there is no way I can leave without another win, there is no way I can face that pain of losing again, so I figured, the only way to get around that, is by winning, and if Stalker Knight wants to get in my way, well, I’ll just make sure he gets eliminated.

Now, one of my biggest threats in the Rumble, and by far a bigger threat than any other person I’ve mentioned. I’ve known this man a long time, hell, he’s one of the only people I don’t hate in Thy WWE, that man, the Professor of Thuganomics, POT. My first meeting with POT was when I announced him to be my tag partner, when I announced him to be the other tag championship. That must’ve been back in about February, or maybe March of 2011, and I’m not going to lie, we held it for a pretty long time. It was during that time when we was two of the participants fighting for the United States Championship, during that match, he and his manager Crack decided to take it upon themselves to try to take me out the match by hitting me with the steel chain of his. Not going to lie, it hurt like hell, but I got back up, and I won the match, making me a double champion. That match proved that I was better than POT, and it proved that I can go against the best that Thy WWE had to offer, and I still came out on top. I know what people think, since I’ve teamed with POT for so long, do I know all of his moves, the answer to that is no. I’ve known POT long enough to know that he is one of the most unpredictable competitors I have ever stepped foot in the ring with, it’s kind of strange, it’s like POT can adapt to every single match he’s in, whether it’s a tag match, a normal singles match, a five-way ladder match, and even a Royal Rumble Match. So that, in my own opinion, makes him one of my biggest threats in the whole Royal Rumble. But POT only lies at number two, who is the number one people may ask? Well, that is for me to know and people to find out.

Two Knight’s Walk Into A Bar... (3rd Person)

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The working class side of the town, where houses were usually broken into and where people were usually beat up. One of the few safe places was at the local bar, where Barton already was. He was sat at the counter, where he usually sits in bars. His legs are almost tucked in, his feet are on the support as he sits on his stool. His black leather jacket is resting on the bar, showing his plain, grey t-shirt. Taking drink after drink, Barton checks his watch, obviously waiting for someone, and constantly muttering to himself, saying the person he is waiting for is late... again. Eventually, the door opens, and in walks in the man, another member of The Knights Of The Round Table walks in, standing out because of his black suit with white shirt and a tie contrasts highly with the environment. Barton looks his fellow member up and down, coming to terms with his apparel, considering the place he is in.

“For fuck sake Gunn, what are you wearing?” Barton lets out a tiny chuckle before he takes a sip of his drink while Brian Gunn smiles and laughs slightly.

“Well, you know me, Sam, always wanting to look my best, and besides.” Brian looks around at the bar and the people in it, as if he is inspecting the environment he is currently in, “It doesn’t hurt to bring some class to a place like this,” Brian laughs again as he walks towards Barton.

“Whatever man, just take a seat,” Brian obliges as he pulls out his stool, making sure it doesn’t make a noise as it grinds across the wooden floor. “Whiskey? I assume?” Brian nods, as Barton turns to the barman, “I’ll have a whiskey mate, any will do, but not any of the cheap shit though,” The barman nods, and begins to walk away, before he is called back by Barton, “Oh, and mate,” Barton holds up his empty bottle, “Another one of these please, mate,” The barman nods again, and finally walks off undisturbed. Brian finally sits down, tucking the chair in as he does. Barton looks up high at the TV playing loudly, as usual, it was football night, or as American’s called it, soccer night at the bar, but it seemed that Barton was the game.

“What’s the score?” Brian’s voice snaps Barton out from his almost trance like state, Barton blinks and swiftly turns his head to Brian Gunn, knowing what he has just said to him.

“2-0, Chelsea,” Brian Gunn nods slowly, the barman arrives back, holding a small glass of whiskey in one hand and a larger bottle in the other hand, the barman places them both firmly on the bar, the barman acknowledges that the drinks are on the house, as Barton nods approvingly at him. The barman walks away from him, as Brian turns to the TV, then to Barton again.

“So, tell me, why did you bring me here, to a place like this?” Barton looks towards Brian, taking a drink of his bottle; he takes some deep breaths in, getting ready to speak.

“The Royal Rumble,” Barton gets Brian’s attention some more before he carried on talking, “It’s a place where legends are made, huh?” Brian simply nods, not wanting to interrupt Barton talking, “I had a chance last year, I could almost picture myself eliminating Triple H and Dominic Reynolds,” Barton takes a long drink, his expression changes to a solemn mood, “You have no idea how close I was to winning, I could taste it in my mouth, I could feel it in my bones,” Barton’s fist clenches up, just thinking about the match gets him angry, “Instead, I had Freedom attack me, ruin me, ruin my dreams, ruin my life,” Drink, by drink, Barton gets more angry, “It is obvious I don’t want that happening again, not this year.” Barton forces more drinks down him, “I want to make sure nothing like that happens, ok man? I want to make sure I’m not screwed out, I want to make sure none of the Knights get screwed,” Barton finally finishes his drink, after putting down his drink, he smashes his hand down hard on the counter, attracting the attention of the barman and some of the patrons in the bar, “The Royal Rumble Gunn, will be my night, it will be our night damn it!” Barton steps to his feet after saying this. His blood is boiling, his breathing is heavy, his fists are clenched, every part of his body oozes anger, the patron and the barman shortly resume their previous role before they were interrupted by Barton. Barton, still angry, sits down and becomes transfixed on one certain place on the table. He remains there for quite some time, becoming almost oblivious to Brian’s presence, even when Brian still tries to call his name, trying to getting his attention. It finally takes a shove from Brian to get his attention. Barton looks at Brian, his anger subsides slightly, “We need to do this Brian, we really do Brian,” Barton looks down again.

“I see, is that what you needed me for? Because you know I’ll be there if anyone tries to fuck things up, Sam,” Barton nods at Brian’s comment, pushing the drink away from him.

“I know, thanks anyway for listening, I guess I needed to vent or some shit like that,” Barton grabs his jacket from the counter, “I need to get out of here, get some air man, thanks for your time Brian,” Brian nods at this, Barton begins to walk out of the door, stopping just short, before turning to Brian again, “Hey Brian,” Gunn turns around to Barton, “The Rumble, the Knights are going out win it, right?”

“Yeah, we will,” Barton nods at Brian, before finally leaving the door, only one thought crossed Barton’s mind at the moment as he began to walk away from the bar.

“Will we Brian? Will we really?”

The Knights And The Rumble (1st Person)

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What have I got to fight for in the Rumble? Parents? No. Brothers and sisters? No. Jackass cousins? No. Not fame either, over the time, I realise, I don’t need fame, I don’t need fortune, not fans, and since my time in SCW and in Thy WWE, I certainly don’t need respect. Instead, I need to fight for myself, I need to fight for the Knights. I need to prove something to myself, I need to prove that I still have what it takes to compete, I need to prove that I can still cope in a big match like the Rumble. I need to prove that I am better than I was before I left, and I won’t let anyone stand in the way of that. I need the win, for all that is holy in this world, I need to win this. When I left, I lost all self respect, I lost all of my dignity, and I cannot let that happen again, and I won’t let that happen. People were saying shit about me behind my back when I got injured, saying I no longer had what it takes, that I should give up while I was ahead, well to them, I say fuck you, I don’t care what people think anymore, I am not the old Barton anymore, the goody two shoes who kept his mouth shut like a little bitch and did what he was told, no, I’m not that guy anymore, and I will never, ever return to him. When I finally got back, they were still saying things, so that is when I realised I need to do this for me, me and the Knights. The Knights, my friends, fuck my parents, fuck my brothers and sisters, the Knights are my real family, we fight as brothers, and we damn sure will die as brothers, they are both my biggest threat, and yet, my greatest ally, I will die for them, just like they will for me. We are brothers, we are gods, we are slayers amongst men, and the Royal Rumble, is our night.

The Knights Of The Round Table, joining it was the greatest choice I have ever made in my life. They, right now, are the only people who I trust in Thy WWE, sure, there are others I respect and people I don’t hate, but The Knights are the people I trust, and them alone. I joined The Knights because of everything that happened when I got injured, they were the ones who still gave a damn about me, they were the only ones who weren’t talking shit about me. I was approached by a man, not too sure what his name was, perhaps he just didn’t tell me, he had an ominous aura though. He also walked with a slight limp too, average height as well. He told me about a group being set up, a group of the top people in the wrestling industry. There was a man who had held some gold, and has held many records, he was Beno. He also spoke of a brutal, insane man, who was returning to Thy WWE, after a leave of absence, he also told me we have had history before, and how he stole the person I once loved from me, I knew instantly it was Brian Gunn. Admittedly, I was reluctant to work with a man like him, a man who had willingly kidnapped my girlfriend, later putting her in a mental asylum, but the man, I don’t know how he did it, he had a certain charm on him, made me agree. The last people he said, came as a team, I had not seen these two wrestle before, but I had heard rumours and stories about the horrors these two would put their opponents through in the independent circuit. Their names were Fear, and Anger. All the man did then was shook my hand, leaving me a number to contact him later, if I wanted to go through with the plan.

I waited a while before I called him, I knew what I wanted to do, I knew I needed this opportunity to thrive in Thy WWE once more, and I know with people like Beno, Fear, Brian and Anger, that we would all succeed. And I was right, in one of his firsts weeks back, Brian Gunn defeated KO for the Television Title, renaming it the Excalibur Title. Also, that night, Beno announced Fear as his tag partner. After Ascension, the Intercontinental Title will be gained by another member of the Knights, meaning that the only one left will be the World Title, which will be either held by Alex Kendall, or Sheamus. It doesn’t matter who wins the Royal Rumble out of the Knights, because either way, we will walk out of the next Wrestlemania with every single title in Thy WWE, around our waists. When we do hold all the titles in Thy WWE, we will prove to every legend in Thy WWE, every current superstar, and every up and comers will know that we will, and we will always be the most dominant people to ever set foot in Thy WWE. Thinking about it, despite some of our history, it was inevitable that we come together in the end, we are the 5 greatest wrestlers to ever set foot on Earth and we will remain that way until the day we die, the two most insane, brutal people I know, the record setting title holder, the powerful, yet agile monster, and I, the multi champion, come on, how could people not know that we would eventually join forces and eventually become a stable. Now that we are, the whole locker room better look out, because quite frankly, if you fuck with just one of us, then you will fuck with absolutely all of us. Even though the Royal Rumble is every man for himself, we are the Knights Of The Round Table, and we will fight as one, Ascension will be our night, and there is nothing what can change that and nobody who could change it.

Unknown Question (Crossover with Jonny/Fear & Anger & Written by him. 3rd Person)

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The scene cuts to the knight's locker room, a camera man seems to be hiding behind a door, recording the members getting prepared for the rumble. Brian Gunn is sat on a steel chair in the corner of the room sipping from a bottle of water. He seems to be laughing and joking with FEAR who is lacing up his boots on a bench not far from him. Beno is laying into a punch bag not far from the camera. His grunts as he hit the bag and the sound of the chain creaking killing out the sounds of the conversations in the room.

Anger shuts his locker and turns to Barton who is warming up and stretching. He seems to start talking but ony certain words can be heard through the pounding of the punch bag. He smiles to Barton and laughs. We see FEAR walk over to them, looking curious, he starts talking and Anger smiles. They talk for a few seconds then all smile and nod. FEAR pats both Anger and Barton on the back before walking over to Brian and picking up an un opened water bottle from the table. They start talking as the camera zooms in on Anger and Barton. It takes a second to focus but we see Anger reach out his hand to Barton, they shake and nod.

With the final shake of their hands the scene fades to black. The question still lingering on everyones minds. What was that all about?

(K)Night of Ascension, The Finale (3rd Person)

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The night of Ascension has arrived, and tensions could not be higher, people are stood panicking over the match, while some people are calm. Barton is simply strutting towards the gorilla position, his number has almost arrived. Just a few more minutes, then Barton would know his fate. No longer nervous, only confidence fills Barton, he knows he needs to win, he knows he will do well, and he knows he has to win, to solidify his position, to prove everything wrong. Time is still ticking; his number is going to be called out very soon. The long wait, that is what this is, time begins to tick down slowly, Barton looks behind him, seeing Brian Gunn in his suit, ready to accompany him. Brian gives Barton a slight nod, not wanting to break his focus as he knows what is arriving soon. Suddenly, he hears someone stepping behind him, but doesn’t look. He only decided to do so when he realises the footsteps are aiming for him. Looking behind him, he sees the same man who brought him into the Knights, Brian sees him to, but does not move, as is Barton. Just as he approaches, a loud buzzing sound is heard, followed by Barton’s music. The man simply taps Barton on his shoulder and nods at him encouragingly before speaking.

“Well, looks like your number is up, go get them,” Barton nods, he finally goes, as does Brian Gunn, to face his, and the Knight’s fate.

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The scene opens inside Safeco Field where the fans have filed in for Ascension.Moments before the show is set to begin the big screen flickers and a video starts to play

The video begins in a dark smokey room and foot steps are heard off in the distance

The foot steps get closer and you see the persons feet walk across the floor as a voice is heard

Voice:Ascension a night that will go down in history for this company but not for reasons that anyone going into it expected.You see nobody at all expected me to enter this battle royal and they will all be shocked when I am the last man standing at the very end.I get asked all the time when are you returning to Thy WWE will you ever get back in a wrestling ring.The answer remains the same every single time and it's a very simple no that is until now.I was offered a spot in this battle royal to determine who faces the world champion at Wrestlemania and initially I turned that down as well but after a few days of pondering the offer and after Vince McMahon himself came calling which I turned him down as well just for the fun of it.I then decided it was time to walk back into this company and prove what I have said for so very long.I can and will become the world heavyweight champion.Let it be Kendall or let it be Sheamus either way I will be standing across from them cause at the end of Ascension when the last man is standing it will be announced the winner and new number one contender

The camera raises revealing Jamie Moorefield as the man

Jamie Moorefield:The Real Deal Jamie Moorefield

Jamie starts walking around in the room

Jamie Moorefield:Understand this I am returning for myself nobody else so Vince and Antonio don't think I'm doing it for you.Austin Starr don't you even get the thought in your head that I'm doing it for you cause that would be the last thing I ever did.I'm returning to prove everyone wrong even you three cause if you all admit it you never believed I was as good as I said which in all fairness is one reason I walked away when I did.When I left I was headed towards a TV Title match that was a sure thing for me but let's be honest here the TV Title was not what I wanted and beating K Orton is not really a big accomplishment anyways now is it.I'm guessing right now K Orton is so mad at me that he's ready to punch a wall.News flash moron you'll break your freaking hand but let's face it you probably already did it didn't you genius

Jamie continues to walk around in the room and as the camera spans around you see there are no windows at all

Jamie Moorefield:As you can clearly see there are no windows in this room that's only because you are in the basement of my house.This room allows me to come down here and keep my head clear from all the drama that life brings.I need my serenity to keep my head clear so this is where I came for this promo.I want to speak to every single man who will enter this battle royal cause I know some of you could care less about me being in this while others understand things just got really interesting.Now I'm not psychic so I don't know who all is entering this battle royal neither does Vince McMahon hence the fact I'm in it.What I do know is this there will be some serious competition in this and I am prepared to do whatever I have to do and go through whoever I have to go through just to be the winner.I can promise you there is not another man entering this battle royal that want's it more than I do right now.The entire time I wrestled here I wanted that title and it kept getting pulled away right when I had my hands on it so now I found the way I can go in there and get a shot without any b s politics keeping me from doing it.It doesn't make a difference to me who you are if you get in my way I will toss you out quicker than you ever imagined.Understand how serious I am about this because if there's one thing people can say about my time here before is I was always serious about what I was doing.This is not just my job wrestling is my life and I plan on becoming what I always wanted to become in Thy WWE.I want it so I can stick it right in Vince's face and make him realize I am what I always said I was even though he never believed me

Jamie pauses and stands there for a moment before speaking again

Jamie Moorefield:Yea thats right Vince I plan on making this partially about you cause let's face it man it is.You held me back now I'm going to make you regret doing that.Look in my eyes Vince you will see the fire burning brighter than it ever has.This fire has engulfed me and it will not be extinguished until I either get thrown out of this battle royal proving my own self wrong or I stand high holding that world title over my head.Vince I won't be proven wrong so that only leaves one option now doesn't it.This battle royal is just the start of things Vince and trust me once I win it your life will never be the same again.I'm always going to be wherever you are just to remind you all the time of what I did.I hope you're ready to live a life of pure hell Vince cause for all that's happened before up until now you will pay and pay dearly for it

Jamie laughs for a few seconds and then begins to speak again

Jamie Moorefield:I've heard that this muscle bound moron Ryback has entered this battle royal.I must admit I had a very good laugh cause let's face it this guy is nothing more than Goldberg on steroids only stupider.Trust me Ryback being stupider than Goldberg is not a good thing cause that guy is nothing more than a giant moron his own self.Look roid rage I'm not afraid of your muscles cause being smart can take down anyone's strength and you're looking at one of the smartest guys you will ever step into a ring with.I will turn your strength into a weakness and expose you for what you are Ryback.You are nothing but a look you can't do anything in that ring and if you come across me in that battle royal I can promise you before I toss you out I'm going to embarrass you in front of the whole world by out wrestling you.Finish it and feed me three that's nothing more than a gimmick gone completely out of control.I'll help you get straightened out there but if you get so embarrassed that you never want to step into the ring again well you can gladly blame me cause I'll be more than happy to take the credit for it

Jamie walks across the room where a table is set up with a bottle of scotch on ice and a glass sitting beside it.Jamie pours him a glass then turns back towards the camera

Jamie Moorefield:Nothing like a glass of very expensive scotch the taste is amazing.Now there's another guy I have already saw that entered along with Ryback and I must say this guy is freaking weird.Eric Draven in all honesty man you are without a doubt the weirdest guy I have come across here at Thy WWE.Seriously dude you need to be locked up in some freaking padded room with nurses giving you pills every four hours.I seriously question why someone that is clearly on the brink of losing his mind completely is even allowed in that ring or even in this company for that matter.Once again I'm betting it was Vince that had something to do with which makes so much sense.Understand this Draven if you cross me I'll beat you down so bad you'll think you're playing the Lion in Wizard Of Oz on broadway.I'm not here to play games with lunatics like you so the best thing you can do is stay as far away from me as you possibly can cause trust me psycho I won't hesitate in sending you to a hospital with a few broken bones and a concussion.I don't play games and you are nothing more than a deadly game that could blow up in someone's face at any time any place.I for one don't want to be around when that happens cause god only knows what you might be capable of.For that reason alone everyone in this battle royal needs to come together and toss that psychotic idiot out before he does anything stupid

Jamie sets his glass down and stands there looking at the wall for a moment

Jamie Moorefield:The cold hard truth is very simply put it doesn't matter who is in this battle royal nothing and nobody will stop me from winning.I have no choice but to win this because if I don't then my time here is remembered for me being the Hardcore Champion but I want to be remembered for being a World Champion so I will do whatever I have to do and whoever I have to do it to so that I can walk into Wrestlemania as the number one contender.I know the question will be brought up why is Moorefield back is it for the glory or is it for the money.Well let me answer it before it's even asked I don't need the money I have more than enough of that already.It's all about the title nothing more nothing less.I want that title more than anyone can even imagine and with that said I will walk out of Ascension as the number one contender I just hope it's Sheamus that I am walking into Wrestlemania against.I want to shut him up more than anyone in this entire company so Sheamus do me a favor and win that title so we can have a match against each other for the very first time.I will do my part Sheamus it's just up to you to do your part and take that title back.The question remains though Sheamus do you still have what it takes to win that title and do you want to face me as bad as I want to face you.Only you can answer that question so think long and hard about it Sheamus cause trust me I've got all the time in the world and I'm not going anywhere

Jamie walks across the room to a set of stairs

Jamie Moorefield:I'm done for the day we shall meet in a different location tomorrow.So until then I want everyone watching to think about everything I have said here today especially Vince McMahon and Sheamus

Jamie walks up the steps and as he reaches the top the camera fades to black

The scene opens in a local golds gym and you see Jamie Moorefield sitting on a weight bench

Jamie Moorefield:Three days from now I will make my way back to Thy WWE something that I honestly never thought I would do again.I meant it when I said I was hanging it up but things change and I guess nothing ever really is permanent now is it.I guess the most unpredictable thing about this royal rumble is the fact that it's open for anyone that wants to enter it which is exactly how I got into it in the first place.Who knows who will come down to that ring next but that's the nature of the beast now isn't it.It really doesn't make a difference to me who it is cause the end result will be me winning the royal rumble no matter who comes down to that ring.I'm thinking about one guy right now though and that is K Orton.Orton I've heard you have been running around saying you beat me to win that TV Title but the fact is you little prick I wasn't even in that match.If I had been in that match you wouldn't have that title and everyone listening to me right now knows without a shadow of a doubt that is the truth.I don't like you I never have and I never will for that matter so if I get one chance to take you out in that battle royal you can bet any amount of money you've got I'm gonna take that shot.You will not get one on me you little prick cause there's no freaking way you can toss me out or even come close to it for that matter

Jamie grabs his water bottle and takes a big drink of water before going back to lifting weights

Jamie Moorefield:Orton you walk around this place like you are the king of the world and nobody can touch you well I've got news for you boy you are not untouchable.As a matter of fact you're not even a fourth of what you think you are anyways.There's not a person in the locker room that can say honestly that you even deserve to have that title.You are a disgrace not only to that title you carry but also to the history of this company as well.If there is anyone in the locker room that you can actually beat straight up one on one I'll be very surprised.The way I see things you are all mouth and you can't back up a single word that you spew out on a daily basis.That's where I'm different I say things that I know I can back up and I have no problem backing them up either.You just run off at the mouth and make yourself sound like you have never lost a match in your entire career.It really boggles my mind how a glorified curtain jerker can make himself sound like a main eventer.I guess congratulations are in order for you being completely delusional and utterly stupid at the very same time.Orton you wait hold up I've got to say something about that last name of yours.How dare you disgrace one of the greatest names in wrestling history.The Orton name has so much prestige to it well other than Barry O but nobody remembers him anyways.I can bet you if Bob Orton Jr ever come across you he'd put his cast back on just so he could knock you out and don't even get me started about Randy cause everyone knows after a RKO followed by a Punt Kick there would be no K Orton left to talk about

Jamie gets up then walks over to a tread mill pushes a few buttons and then steps on

Jamie Moorefield:Here's the deal you little prick I will get my hands on you and when I do there won't be anything left of you to disgrace that title anymore much less defend it.Now don't flatter yourself because I'm speaking this in depth about you it's just the fact that I have so much hate for you I had to get it out.After this I won't be wasting my breath on you anymore kid cause the fact is you're not even worth it anyways.For anyone that even wants to speak your name they are wasting their breath and to be truthful with you I've wasted my time as well but it is what it is.No matter what is said or done I know that it won't change the way you act and that alone makes me wonder just how stupid you actually are.You've been beat down by so many people here including myself which I think you seem to have forgotten about.I physically destroyed you one on one and it's about time you admit it instead of acting like you beat me.At Ascension I'll prove without a shadow of a doubt that you are not in my league nor do you even belong in the same ring as any of the other wrestlers here.Get ready for complete and utter embarrassment kid cause trust me when I say this if I was you I wouldn't let any of my family members watch Ascension cause it's going to be the single worst night in your entire career.On second thought I'm sure your family already knows how much a disappointment you are so let them watch it cause they'll probably get a good laugh out of it as well.Get ready to become the laughing stock of this company you little prick oh by the way please do me a huge favor and bring AJ Lee with you.I've got a thing for crazy chicks and I'm pretty sure she's exactly what I need right about now.AJ sweetheart if you're watching I'll have my motel key ready and waiting on Sunday night just for you.Oh I almost forgot AJ I like it rough

Jamie walks away laughing and the camera stays on him until he dives into the swimming pool

The scene opens back up with Jamie Moorefield in his office watching videos on his laptop

Jamie Moorefield:I'm sitting here checking out my competition for the royal rumble by watching past promos and matches of theirs.The first one I was checking out is this guy called Teatly and he is entering first in the rumble.I have to ask how you even got a job here in the first friggin place your promos are ridiculous and your in ring ability is well none at all.You think you are all big and bad by telling people to suck your balls when all that does is make you look ignorant but at the same time make you look extremely gay.Not that I have a problem with gay people but I'm just stating a fact that I'm sure is very clear to anyone watching.Look Teatly I don't know why you are entering first nor do I care cause unless I enter second I can pretty much safely bet we will not be crossing paths at all but on that chance I do enter second be ready to spend the least amount of time you have ever spent inside a wrestling ring in your miserable freaking life.You are nothing more than a sweat stain on a ring mat and you have absolutely no business at all even being inside that ring to begin with.Vince will you sign anybody that comes in your office looking for a job cause it sure looks that way right.I'm halfway expecting a homeless man and a crack dealer to be surprise entrants into the rumble the way things are going right now

Jamie clicks a button on his laptop then closes it and turns back towards the camera as he places his feet on his desk

Jamie Moorefield:The Saviour Jacob Senn intensity at it's finest my friend I will give you that.There's one major similarity between your promos and your in ring ability Jacob they are both solid.You're one of the guys I look at and like what I see cause you deliver no matter what the situation is.You have a very bright future here in Thy WWE but the fact is Jacob that future is after Ascension cause no matter how good you are kid I'm better.I will prove to you and everyone else that I am better than you when you enter dead last in the rumble.Being good doesn't really help you in a match like this cause you've gotta be smart and be able to dump someone over the top rope or outsmart them resulting in their elimination.Take a look at me Jacob I'm one of the smartest men you will ever lay eyes on and battle royals are nothing new for me either.I've outsmarted some of the biggest guys you can step in the ring with because their size became their disadvantage.I used it against them and that's all you need to do but there's always that guy who is roughly the same size as yourself.You see he's the one that makes thing really tricky cause there's no size to use against him which leads me to you.We're about the same size so when it's all said and done Jacob I know I must use every last trick I can come up with just to get you over the top and right down to the floor.Truth of the matter is this Jacob I know you want to win this battle royal very bad and that alone is all the advantage I need.I will take advantage of the one thing you want the most a victory and I will use that against you to toss you out of that ring.You call yourself The Savior but in reality all you are is fake and weak.You're not gonna save anything or anyone for that matter so drop the ridiculous gimmick and get your head straight before you find yourself completely embarrassed by someone like Teatly.That's the ultimate insult right there Jacob so just do me a favor and pay attention to everything I have said to you cause you're too good to ruin your career

Jamie takes a drink from his bottle of water and sits silent for a moment before speaking again

Jamie Moorefield:One of the guys that caught my eye was Barton cause he has a spark in his eye and you can tell this guy wants it.Barton I don't know very much about you or a lot of other guys in this battle royal but that's not gonna stop me.The one thing I have noticed is you come across very confident in your abilities and well I like that because it shows how big of a prick you really are.Yea that's right I went there and I'll continue to go there cause you are looking at someone who can be the biggest prick you ever met in your life.Long story short Barton don't get used to thinking you are going to win cause if we come face to face I'll show you how much of a prick I can be.You can ask anyone who has saw me before you do not want to bring that side out of me cause it won't be pretty and it won't end very well for you either.That spark in your eye Barton go ahead and extinguish it cause it's not gonna burn forever kid.You can go on believing you are gonna win the royal rumble but deep down inside you have to know that a guy like you won't last very long cause there's going to be a gigantic bulls eye right on your back.You'll have guys coming at you like crazy to toss you right out cause they know you're a threat.If I was you I would hope for a very late entry so you can come in when guys are getting tired that way you stand a better chance of lasting a little bit longer that is if I'm not already in that ring when you enter it.Good luck Barton or should I say good luck at having a decent showing in the royal rumble cause let's face it there's no freaking way you're winning it

Jamie's cell phone rings and he answers it

Jamie Moorefield:Really he actually entered it now I am surprised but hey anything can happen these days.Alright thanks for calling me I appreciate it bye.Well I just got confirmation that the Professor Of Thuganomics Bob Cena has entered the royal rumble.You know I'm thinking that the fact his nickname abbreviated spells POT is no coincidence cause he's probably so stoned that he joined by accident.I mean seriously this guy thinks he can walk in and win this thing when he can't even beat his own freaking self right.That's right Bob I went there cause from what I heard about you man you earned the name Bob if you catch my drift.Do yourself a favor and eliminate yourself cause if you don't I can safely bet you won't be in any condition to bob anymore.Just understand this Bob your Thuganomics is nothing more than a crock and everyone is sick of hearing your voice so that means you are definitely a marked man so enjoy what time you do have in the rumble

Jamie clicks a button on his laptop and a picture shows up of CM Punk

Jamie Moorefield:CM Punk the man that says he is the best in the world but has yet to prove it here.Just because you did something somewhere else Punk doesn't mean you can do it here cause trust me big boy you've got a long way to go to prove you are the best here.If you ask me I don't think you are the best and on any given night I'll prove I'm better than you all you have to do is step up to the challenge.I'm not talking about the rumble cause there's no guarantee we'll cross paths and I want something for sure so the balls in your court accept the challenge or walk back to Chicago with your tail stuck between your legs.You talk a good talk talk Punk but talk is cheap you have to back those words up here in this company so I'm gonna ask you a very simple question Punk what are you going to do about it.Allow me to answer for you cause I know the answer is absolutely nothing.You wont do a freaking thing cause you are nothing more than a loud mouth trying to make himself out to be something special.You think if you spout out how good you think you are that everyone is gonna back down and shake in fear of you.Not happening this time Punk cause this isn't the same old places like you've been.Welcome to a place where people will make you fear them not the other way around.Now me I don't want you to fear me I just want you to know that I could take you out anytime and any place.I'm about winning matches and proving people wrong that's what I have done for my entire career and that's what I'll do in the royal rumble as well.I don't think you are ready for this place Punk but I'm going to enjoy watching you get eaten alive in this battle royal cause when you step in there with guys who have been here and been dominating for awhile you'll know you're out of your element.Don't say I didn't warn you Phil oh wait you don't like to be called Phil in wrestling now do you.Oh my mistake but wait no it isn't my mistake it's on purpose.Phil Brooks the scared little boy that plays CM Punk to make himself become something he could never be on his own.I often have wondered what does the CM stand for in your name.Is it cookie monster,chipmunk or cock master cause honestly the last name seems to fit you very well.Hey I'm not making any accusations just stating a fact there man but it's your life and if you wanna go out and get a tattoo os a penis on on the palm of your hand then go right ahead just do it in private.All fun and games aside you are in over your head and in that battle royal everyone will watch you drown cause there's no way you're even gonna make it to the end much less come close to winning it.Maybe I'll see you in the ring and maybe I won't but either way don't forget my challenge cause it's still out there

Jamie shuts his laptop and stands up

Jamie Moorefield:We're two days out and I'm done for the night so I'll see you tomorrow

Jamie walks down the hall and the screen fades to black

The scene reopens the next day with Jamie Moorefield sitting on his deck over looking a huge lake

Jamie Moorefield:You know this really is the life and I honestly can't believe I am going to leave this life to go back out into the ring once again.This is without a doubt the most peaceful place I have ever been to but that's not what you are here for now is it.Since last night I received a couple texts informing me of a couple more additions into the royal rumble.There's talk of Tyson Kidd entering and I must say I am impressed that he has stepped up cause Tyson is a very good athlete.Tyson I give you all the props in the world man cause you can get in that ring and go with the best of them.Your athletic background could come into good use for you in the royal rumble but it could also backfire on you as well.Flying across that ring in a battle royal is not really a good idea so I hope for your sake you have a different game plan cause if not you'll be out of there before you can even blink.My suggestion would be to call up the man who trained you Bret The Hitman Hart and take advice from him on how to survive a battle royal cause everyone knows his history in them.Tyson I really do wish you luck in there cause you are one of the guys who deserves a fair shot cause you have for sure earned it in this business but don't think I'm going to go easy on you if we come face to face either.It doesn't matter to me if I respect you or not all I want to do is toss you out just like all the rest.Don't let the props give you a big head cause I'll crush all your hopes and dreams without thinking twice.Come to think of it Tyson when you call up Bret tell him I think he's a no good low down crybaby that screwed himself and wanted the whole world to feel sorry for him.Yea that's right I can't stand Bret Hart and even though I give you props Tyson I honestly can't stand you either.You remind me of him when I look at you and anything that reminds me of Bret Hart I can't stand including your whole freaking home country.I hate Canada and I would die before I would live there cause I couldn't make myself even go to that piss stain of a country.Tyson I do want to ask you something though and I'm being very serious here man.I want to know just how Natalya really is in bed cause man she is a hottie and I'd love to make her scream Oh Canada if you get my drift

Jamie sits there laughing for a moment before taking a drink of his glass of sweet tea and then beginning to speak again

Jamie Moorefield:Now I'm thinking about now Tyson is madder than a Hart family member watching Survivor Series nineteen ninety seven.Imagine a Hart family reunion I bet they set around and talk about how much they hate that night but hey they are the ones who don't know how to let something go.Now back to what I was focusing on Tyson Kidd and his royal rumble spot.Tyson enjoy your time in the rumble and I honestly hope you make the best of it but that still doesn't change a thing about how I feel.I can see you lasting awhile in the rumble because you're not one of the guys who is a threat to actually win it.Nobody and I mean nobody thinks you can win this except yourself and I feel for you there cause all you are doing it setting yourself up for a huge downfall.You're in over your head here Tyson and before the night is over I'm very sure you'll find out just how much you really are

Jamie takes another drink of his sweet tea and then begins to speak again

Jamie Moorefield:If I was you Tyson I would hope for a very high entry number that way you don't have to endure that much of a beating but either way you'll be getting some serious air when you get tossed out of that ring like a lawn dart.I just hope I'm there to see it or be part of it cause that is definitely going to make the highlight reel

Jamie stands up then walks over and leans on the railing looking out over the water

Jamie Moorefield:The next guy I want to talk about is a man by the name of Stalker Knight.Stalker I've watched you in the ring and I can honestly say I respect what you have been doing in the ring.You have a style all your own and you can get the job done inside the ring on any given night.For that I commend you and offer you my respect from one competitor to another.I know without a shadow of a doubt you have a shot at winning this battle royal but the thing is man as good of a shot you have I don't think you can win it just yet.You have a long way to go to get to that level but it's obvious to anyone who has watched you that you will get there.I know it's rare for me to put someone over like I am right now but trust me these words I am speaking are one hundred percent truth.I don't blow smoke up someone's butt when I speak cause I speak my mind about how I see things nothing more nothing less.I'm one of the most upfront people you will ever meet in your entire life so understand when I speak about you Stalker it's how I really feel.You have the opportunity to make a huge statement in this battle royal and make a lot of people take notice that you are a force to be reckoned with in Thy WWE.Just understand this Stalker no matter what you do there's no way you'll go through me if we cross paths but also know this I'll help you out if it means it comes down to me and you.I would welcome the opportunity to stand across from you as the final two in the royal rumble but you must understand how hard the competition will be for the both of us Stalker.It's competition like that where you can make a name for yourself so I suggest you take this chance you have been given to change your own history.Now I've heard you speak of your destiny and I think you need to listen to me about that.Making something your destiny will only blow up in your face in the end cause trust me I nearly destroyed my entire career doing just that.But see this isn't about that right now Stalker what this is about is the royal rumble and the possibility of you and I standing across from one another.When I say I welcome that Stalker you need to know that's something I truly want and not just because I think I can beat you no I want that so that I can bring out the best in you.Everyone watching needs to see what you can bring to the table and what better way than to go one on one with me.I've been known to bring out the best in people time and time again so with any luck you'll get that chance but if it's not in the rumble then maybe one day down the line Stalker

The sun comes out from behind the clouds and Jamie puts his sunglasses on then sits back down next to the camera man

Jamie Moorefield:Stalker I highly suggest you form yourself a game plan and make sure you are ready for guys like Barton,Jacob Senn and the guys who we don't even know that could enter at any moment.This is the type of match that could make your career Stalker but it's all up to you honestly cause you could also ruin everything you have fought to accomplish.A poor showing in this battle royal and you become the laughing stock of this entire company so I ask you Stalker don't be like K Orton or Eric Draven who fail almost every single time they step into a ring.Stalker be yourself forge your own path make your career your own way.In the end you will get more respect for doing things that way cause you didn't copy someone else.You gotta be original man which is why I am once again walking back in cause there's nobody like me never has been never will be.I'm an original Stalker and that's what you need to be as well.If we're in that ring together I will make you a promise right here right now you watch my back and I'll watch yours.I don't go back on my word so you have nothing at all to worry about right there.I look at you and I see a man that honestly wants this so thats why I'll agree to help you as much as I can so you can get to the level you need to be man.This business is all about the future you can't dwell on the past and hey even I know my time is close to being up but that doesn't mean I can't help others achieve their dreams on my way out.Stalker that's where you come in and in this battle royal if it does come down to us I won't come from behind to take you out of it I'll do it face to face like a man.The others are a different story but you are the one that I have a valid interest in.It's your chance to prove to this whole company that you have what it takes to be a top level main eventer so listen to everything I say

Jamie pauses for a moment and just sits there looking right into the camera

Jamie Moorefield:I will not lead you in the wrong direction and once this royal rumble is over with then I'll gladly help you out as much as possible so consider this the start of a partnership that you'll really benefit from Stalker cause I have a lot of knowledge I can hand down to you but first things first I'm winning that rumble and unfortunately for you man well you're not

Jamie stands up then walks inside and as the camera man follows him in he walks into his bedroom

Jamie pulls out a suitcase and starts taking clothes out of his closet

Jamie Moorefield:I guess it's time to start packing but while I do that you keep that camera there cause I've got one more name to throw out the man who calls himself Fear.A guy that thinks everyone should fear everything about him well news flash son I don't fear anything or anyone for that matter.You think you can strike fear in someone with words and that alone is a crock if you ask me.Why do you think people should fear you is it so you can use that to your advantage since you have a serious lack of actual in ring ability.If you ask me that is the exact reason you do it but take a good long look at the man who is not going to fall into your pathetic little game.Fear is just a four letter word to me much like suck and blow which seem to be a couple things you are very good at.Maybe you Teatly and Bob Cena should all form a little support group so you can give everyone else a break from your gayness.Fear in case you're too slow to figure it out I'm making a complete joke out of you cause basically that's all you are.I'm not buying into your bs and I never will cause I don't play games I'm not in elementary school I'm a grown man.You must seriously think everyone in Thy WWE are complete idiots and that you can control them like puppets well news flash boy all people are not as gullible as you think but I'm sure there are some here who are.For those that are you can go brainwash them in private while the ones that have caught on to your act can sit back and laugh at the morons who fell for it.Fear is you think for one little second that you're gonna win this royal rumble well then you better be thinking again cause I can promise you there's going to be one big friggin bulls eye right on you that a lot of people will be gunning for.One of those people is the one you are looking at right now cause I would really enjoy tossing your pathetic ass right out of that ring and sending you to the back with all the other losers.You know they say there's nothing to fear but fear itself so in that case you should change your name cause there's nothing at all to fear about you.The only thing that is actually frightening about you is your face,your mic skills and your in ring skills or lack there of

Jamie puts his gear in the suitcase then zips it up and turns towards the camera

Jamie Moorefield:Fear I have to say deep down inside I think you are nothing more than a scared little boy who is so afraid of everything around him he created something that he isn't.If you ask me I think you should be afraid of me cause I'm so unpredictable I could end you quick or I could keep you in that ring and physically make you suffer like no other ever has before.One thing is for sure if we cross paths I will make you fear me before you exit that ring.I will show you the true meaning of the word fear cause believe me when I say this I've made bigger and badder men than you fear me so it's no big deal.Stepping inside that ring with me already in it is like playing blackjack cause you never know whats coming next.Nine times out of ten you get busted and have nothing left to hang on to.That's why I am who I am Fear I do things my own way and I tend to make people pay for the decisions they make to stand up to me.It is what it is Fear and you will soon find that out first hand cause I'm sure we'll see each other at Ascension and I'm sure if I get the chance I will be the man who tosses you out of the royal rumble with a smile upon my face.The only thing to fear is fear itself no there's one other thing to fear and that is The Real Deal Jamie Moorefield

Jamie picks up his suitcase and starts to walk out of the room

Jamie Moorefield:It's time for me to go catch my flight and head to Seattle.Know this at the end of the day I refuse to return knowing I didn't give it my all so to all of those entered be forewarned I'm bringing the best I got and if anyone knows my history they know how good I am but except that to be cranked up a notch to a level nobody has ever saw me at.I'll see you all in Seattle so until then just sit back and think about the things I have said.Let it all sink in real good but don't over think it cause I'm not that complex or am I

Jamie walks out of the room laughing and the screen fades to black as he walks out the door headed to the limo parked outside

The scene reopens in the parking lot of Safeco Field where Burris Troy is standing by to interview the wrestlers as they enter

A limo pulls and as the driver opens the door Jamie Moorefield steps out so Burris rushes right over to him

Burris Troy:Excuse me Jamie Moorefield could I please get a word with you about the royal rumble

Jamie Moorefield:I have no clue who you even are

Burris Troy:My name is Burris Troy I am the official backstage interviewer for Thy WWE

Jamie Moorefield:Ok go ahead and ask a couple questions but make it quick cause I'm gonna be headed down to the ring very shortly

Burris Troy:Well first off welcome back to Thy WWE and obviously it was a huge shock when your video began to play out there tonight.I know you said you were back for the World Title but Jamie I have to ask is there anything else that has brought you back here

Jamie Moorefield:Honestly no that championship belt is what I want and if I have to go through every how many people are in the rumble tonight then so be it.Now I'm sure along the way there will be reasons I stay around but that's for then this is for now Burris

Burris Troy:Now is there one single guy you are focusing on that you want to get out of this royal rumble

Jamie Moorefield:You mean who do I think posts the most challenge to me Burris well that's quiet simple actually.The one guy that I think can challenge me more than all the rest is myself


Burris Troy:Yourself what does that mean Jamie

Jamie Moorefield:What that means Burris is I can cause myself to lose this match easier than anyone else involved in the match can.A man's worst nightmare is his own self but tonight I'm not going to let myself lose I will walk out of that royal rumble with my hand held up high

Burris Troy:Jamie I will make this my final question then I'll let you go do your thing.In your honest opinion do you think coming out of retirement was a smart decision

Jamie Moorefield:I should have known you would ask me a question that was more stupid than your name.I didn't retire cause I couldn't do this anymore Burris I retired cause I wanted to walk away but that fire still burns down deep inside and tonight everyone will see that Jamie Moorefield is right back where he belongs inside a wrestling ring.Burris I suggest you watch and learn tonight while I put on a wrestling clinic like never before seen you freaking idiot

Jamie pushes Burris aside and walks down the tunnel of Safeco Field headed for the locker room area

A camera picks back up at the locker rooms as Jamie Moorefield opens up a door and walks inside.The camera man follows him in as he is placing his suitcase down.Jamie picks up a bottle of water takes a drink out of it and walks out of the room headed to the stage entrance

As Jamie gets to the entrance he motions towards the sound guy and this begins to play



Jamie walks out on the stage to a surprisingly loud pop

He stands there for a moment then walks down to the ring gets a mic from ringside then up the steps and into the ring

Jamie stands on the second turnbuckle and the fans cheer even louder

Jamie Moorefield:I have to admit I was not expecting that right there cause as a matter of fact that's the first time in my whole career with the exception of wrestling at home that I have been cheered like that.I guess my return just got even bigger and I can thank all of you fans here in Seattle for that.You know they say all big returns are best kept a secret but not this one.I waited til this very night to let the whole world know I was coming back so that each and every person who entered this royal rumble would know that at some point when that clock struck zero Jamie Moorefield was coming down to this ring to take care of business.Two years ago I entered the rumble and I came up just short of winning but tonight it's going to be a very different story cause in this very ring I stand in I am going to put my name in Thy WWE history when I am the last man standing and new number one contender to the world heavyweight championship no matter who has the title.Now all of you have watched that video so you know how I feel about each person I spoke on but I got to thinking about how anyone could walk down to this ring at anytime and join in.Imagine if the clock hit zero and out walks El Dandy,Johnny Swinger or even Leaping Lanny Poffo to recite a poem about Vince McMahon's infatuation with penis.We could even see the Thy WWE debut of The Shockmaster who will fall down before he even makes it down the ramp.What's worse is Vince McMahon himself could even enter the royal rumble and force everyone to either jump over the ropes or plant a big ol wet one right on his whiter than white should be butt cheek.I guess you can see I just love to irritate the boss but hey it's fun so why not do it

Jamie takes off his suit coat and drapes it across the turnbuckle

Jamie Moorefield:Now let's get down to some serious business at hand shall we.Welcome to the Ascension Royal Rumble it's like a traveling circus guaranteed to disappoint so many but make one person oh so very much happy.When this ring fills up it will resemble a freaking three ring circus with screams and growls but that's just from GM Starr when he meets Teatly in person who already has a jar of KY Jelly in his hand

The fans start laughing and Jamie cant help but laugh also

Jamie Moorefield:I kid I kid but now that I broke the ice let's really get down to business.In all seriousness this match is just like russian roulette at it's finest but the chance to get shot down is even higher than playing with a pistol.It's like a roll of the dice or a spin of the wheel where it lands a complete mystery until the end.Random numbers drawn that dictate when you can enter and you never know if the luck of the draw is on your side.You could be dealt a pair of twos and end up going in second or you could get a royal flush and walk in dead last.I'm thinking all the guys in the back listening to me never thought about it that way but what can I say I'm a gambling man and tonight all safe best go on the man you are feasting your eyes upon right now.This is my match to lose and I can promise you losing is something I don't plan on doing here tonight.Every single man that walks down to that ring needs to know the chance of them coming face to face with me is just as good as me hitting twenty one at the blackjack table which is something that happens quiet often.If there was ever a sure thing you are looking at it right now cause I am more prepared and more rested than anyone walking into this ring tonight.I have had time to train for this and be prepared for anyone that I come across while these other guys have been wrestling a regular schedule.Now I know that might not seem fair to a lot of people but GM Starr and Vince McMahon said anyone could enter this match so there for it's completely fair.In reality we are all on a level playing field here cause every single person that enters this very ring that I stand in all have the exact same goal.Toss out anyone you can and win it's very simple to say but oh so difficult to execute.I know I've got my work cut out for me tonight but I also believe in myself enough to know that I can and will win this battle royal.The fact is there's not one single guy that alone can stop me so if you wanna get me out of this thing you better be teaming up to do so but from what I have saw around here there's not very many people who actually like each other so you have to ask yourself are you willing to work with an enemy to take out the odds on favorite

Jamie loosens his tie as the fans begin to chant Jamie Jamie Jamie Jamie

Jamie Moorefield:Can you lay the past aside to take out someone that you know has possibly the single best shot to win this whole thing.The answer is simple no you can't cause there are so many huge egos in this place that this building cant hold them.It's a good thing there is a removable top on this dome.I know what you're thinking what about your ego Jamie well yes I do have a huge ego and I don't deny it or hide it but I would be willing to work with a enemy just to ensure I had a chance to take that very same guy I was working with out as soon as we got rid of the other guy.That's where I prove just how much smarter I am than anyone else in that locker room.I've been in these situations in every single place I have ever wrestled so this is nothing new for me other than the fact that the winner gets that title shot at WrestleMania.That alone will drive a man to go leaps and bounds above what he normally would do just to be the last man standing.I am that man I promise each and every one of you cheering me that I am and I will be.For every cheer tonight I will push more so keep em coming and let everyone else know who you want to win this thing.I never imagined I would even be in this situation but since you feel this way I will win this for each and every fan inside this building that has been cheering or chanting my name.At this very moment in time I am vowing that this victory tonight will be not only for myself but for the people that are responsible for us being here tonight.As I stand in this very ring that I will be in later tonight I will promise all of you that I will walk out victorious and you fans can drive me all the way to the world title.To all of you in the back the clock is ticking away it's just a matter of time until you hear the words that all of them want to hear.Here is your winner and new number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship The Real Deal Jamie Moorefield

Jamie drops the mic grabs his suit coat then rolls out of the ring and starts slapping fans hands as Empire State Of Mind plays

Jamie goes all the way around the ring then starts up the ramp and stops when he get's to the very top

He turns around and stares out at all of the fans as the continue to cheer before turning back around and walking through the curtain

The camera man follows him all the way down to his locker room until Jamie walks in then shuts the door behind him and the screen fades to black

[Triple H [T] -Mexi]

RP TITLE: RUMBLE SCOUTING, PARTICIPATION...NONE..MAYBE!



DAY 1

[My Fantasy: Deceleration Of War]

Have you ever heard the sound of thunder blasting away in your ear drums? Like the loud roaring of an angry savage beast ready to let loose and feast upon your flesh. Outside the walls of my sturdy fortress, my high mountain top castle where I sit as the king of all after dominating a battalion of men. The clouds around the fortress are dark black shadows swallowing whatever light had shown when men had hope to a brighter future. Those same clouds are shrouding the skies from light again and leaving the land beneath it a dead barren waste land. But one man feeds off the devastation but one man swallows in this darkness like a cup of tea at his bed side to sip upon in enjoyment. Those clouds are black and ready to pour down not just water but the very drops of misery and destruction as they have one year ago. The land of the one who changed it must step forth and defend what he has so strongly made apparent. The drops begin to flicker out the seems of the cloud until they get heavier and then fall dropping to the earth in rapid motions. Lighting snaps through the air to the ground looking to strike away at the bits of anything it can strike. That same thunder roars again and my ears are standing on edge cause I know that thunder is a representation of myself. It is the signal for my call to rise again. The ears of my enemy fear the sound of that same thunder for they know that it is like the grim reaper knocking at their doors and it gets louder as they are afraid to answer.

I sit now upon my throne waiting for not only the thunder to pierce the ears of my enemy. No I am waiting for the sound of their war drums to rise and echo before the gate of my castle so I can strike swiftly and quickly to avoid any miss-communication. All will know that the king is in charge and his return once more is the path of dominance foretold in tales long since passed. I hear my doors open large wooden sides split apart slowly the size of giants are these doors and marching in is a messenger upon a horse. The horse falls dead after going up on its hind legs and then falling tot he ground crashing with a loud thud. The rider had to roll off as arrows stick out from the side of his horse I had not seen. Then out of nowhere this man stands a few arrows sticking out of him. He crawls blood pouring out from his fresh wounds down the long red carpet toward me. Rising to my feet I throw off my long kingly black robe pushing forth as my own guards are wary trying to stop me. I run up to the man and find him gargling upon his own blood in an instant he is dead. Upon his back is an arrow penetrated into his very spine with a scroll falling down his back. A message is written upon it. Clearly in the blood of this very man it glistens and the lettering is a barbaric warning. It reads as one line.

THIS YEAR THE KING SHALL FALL!

I am taken aback at the message but I rip it from the dead messenger’s back into a ball throwing it into the corner. The guards prior that tried to stop me before are now coming over to lift the deceased man off the carpet I walk upon. I rise from my own knee in anger at this insult to my claim to dominance and my claim to power. It is evident and apparent to me that someone wants a fight and they seek it with me. They seek to want to strike me down off the dominance I have emitted and swipe my kingdom from me. This does not bold well with me, I stormed through numbers last year and overtook what was rightfully mine. Now the hunger growls within the stomach of others calling me to battle once more. My feet upon the stone floor now stepping off the long red carpet. I took off the crown in my hands and turned it about as I paced a bit, I stopped long enough to keep my eyes drawn only to my crown. Slowly I realize what I must do. I walked over to my throne looking to the seat I had left and the robes I let go onto the chair. I moved both arms forward extended setting the crown gently upon the red velvet throne and I turned about letting the crown sit there. I closed my eyes taking the deep breath from realization and I turned to stand facing to the large wooden door already wide open. My eyelids rose up showing that I was awake now and with that very moment I would say aloud for all subjects in the vicinity to hear.

“To be the King one must have complete rule. It seems men have risen once again to try and take the crown. But that man is going to be me but I will not fight as a man wearing the crown but the warrior who took it not but a year ago. I am going to ride out without an army, I am going to ride out strong and fast with steel close in hand. I will come back to place that crown upon my head once more but first I must slay those who seek to take my title and my rightful place as legend. Domination through eradication, I will rise to rule once more for no one strikes more fear than I. The Game is set yet again and only fools rush like children without knowing. So their throats will drip crimson color as the last thing their eyes behold is a man unnerving and unflinching to strike a final blow. They will see darkness and death itself for I show no mercy.”

With that my hand touched the hilt of my sword as I move forward stepping out of the door. I was set in my ways and I was now moving on to keep my title alive. None of my men moved for following me I would kill them as well. A man's direction is his own to control and I had to keep mine by destroying what ever meandering fool tried to step within my path. The large wooden doors slammed shut behind me. Their echo a stammering realization in my head that this could be my last time knowing the sound of my home but I stood fast a man on a mission boldly set on the destruction of others.

[My Reality: My Road To Travel]

The bags were in my hands stepping off the plane, I knew that a limo was waiting to take me to my hotel. I seen the long black automobile sitting there. I was wearing a shirt that after winning Thy WWE had produced it said The King's Domination. It was a reflection of last years win when I won the Royal Rumble. I was not wearing it to brag but as as t reminder to those who looked at me that I could do it again. The limo driver came forth and my bags moved to be placed in the trunk. I let the limo driver know that I was going to walk, I took the sunglasses clipped onto my t-shirt and brought them up to cover my eyes. I moved away from the limo and walked down the cement siding of the airport strip if security had anything to say about it I didn't care. I watched the planes pass me by and I heard a ringing in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and realized it was Vince himself so I flipped the phone open and proceeded to talk.

“Hunter my daughter told me that you just up and left her this morning. Where the hell are you?”

I shook my head and spoke to him.

“I was restless all last night Vince. I've been debating this whole Royal Rumble thing all week long and now there is only a matter of days before the whole thing is going down. Last year I wound up showing the set domination that I can do when I am pitted in a ring against men. Some others have said I got lucky because I was not in there the entire time. Maybe it is pride or just need to feel the ring ropes off my back again. I've been sideline for so long it feels as if though I am a mediocrity to the company because of all I have been going through. Do you know what that is like Vince? To sit at home looking at the television seeing a place where your name was headlining only a year ago? I was the same man last year Vince who struck a chance at gold by winning the match. My Ascension so to speak never happened because the time Wrestlemania rolled around I tied with Sheamus, the gold I had so longed for fell out of my grasp so I left. I became a shadow of the company until a few months ago I shattered each opponent that was placed in front of me but what happened? I left again because it was the wrong time. I left undefeated after returning but now I am back but this time it is a match that I won. What better opportunity to garnish my rematch for the gold? What better way than this to prove to all that I still have the same fire and fuel in the tank that I have always had. I left Steph a message I have to do this for me and to show the locker room that a man they think is dead and buried in the company is still alive. Do you get that Vince?”

I heard Vince pause on the phone the usual way he does before he yells. I clicked the phone off, I tossed it aside as an airport luggage cart was coming by. The front wheel ran it over, I didn't need any distractions right now because my mind was set on a mission. This wasn't about everyone else getting in the way, I knew that others wanted me to be with them now or wanted me to stop wrestling. The idea that I was getting to old had set into many minds but it would never set into mine. Looking off to the side I stared at the planes landing and taking off, No one was going to stop my stride into my destiny, my claim to keep the crown.

DAY 2

[My Fantasy: Unnerving Desire To Remain The King]

The wind howled and whipped across my face I moved the cowl of my cloak upward the same one that covered the parts of my armor. My steed trailed behind me as the reigns were in my hand. I had left my throne just yesterday. With my cowl now up my free hand came back to my side as my eyes looked into the hues of a sunset coming down over the mountain side. But among those hues I seen a dark red which meant the prior day blood had been spilled, men wanted the prize that I bore so I knew the direction I was to head. Standing fast I seen a figure move from behind some brush along the cliff side ahead of me. I released the reigns of my horse as it ran away in fright, I knew I did not need the animal, the man came up he looked badly wounded. I could tell he was one of the men seeking to claim the throne in which I sat but he looked as if he wanted help. I acted in a moment denying his request for help and my blade became unsheathed and drove forward into his midsection. I backed away as the man fell before my feet. His last words pursed from his lips.

“My King...”

I knew even in death that notion of him calling me his king was a lie. I spat on his body as it was slumped before me lifeless and empty. Then it dawned on me why was I going to fight many men? Why was I going into battle against a ton of men? I could wait to see which victor came out the winner and strike him down in a single blow. Stepping over the man's body I moved with short steps to look over the cliff's edge and sure enough men were doing battle. Heads lopped off, limbs hanging by bone and ligaments alike. The blood stained ground with trails leading to carcasses freshly lain or days old. I stood upon that mountainside with my blade in hand I was battle ready but I wasn't here for the masses I would select out the one. I would not enter into this contest for I already proved my stance. The one that wins I would claim to challenge and see if their backbone was as strong as their determination. A battle of many can prove one is greater than the rest but the battle between two men of even stature that just makes the ground quake as well. I the one who wants to stay King would wait for the one man to remain standing, watching the bloodshed I stood ready to call him out. But I shouted to the masses...

[My Reality: Unstoppable Mission]

I was awake now my dream had ended I sat up in my bed. I looked to my hands there was no sword but the dream felt so real. I was in the arena now where Ascension would take place I had passed out in my locker room. I noticed that all the lights were off. I raised up off the chair I had fallen asleep on in my locker room. Dressed in my ring clothes to make sure they were form fitting and not messed up from before I passed out. I stepped through the locker room door shaking off the sweat that beaded down my head. I remembered my dream, I remembered what had come about before hand. Walking down the hallway I made it to the backstage curtain. I looked out as the crew had set up the ring, the image of myself as a King waiting for battle kept playing for battle. Then I realized I was stepping through the curtain, there was no one around but a camera man at the end of the stage. He seen me and instantly the camera light became red. I knew what that meant, I realized I missed my promo from earlier and people had been waiting on a message from me. I stood there and I wanted to say a ton more. I wanted to speak on all my opponents but that is not what came out. I remember winning last year, I remember the domination, I remembered my music playing so I spoke a few lines before shouting the rest.

“I will not be in the Royal Rumble, but I will be watching at ringside at Ascension during the whole match. Whether management grants me a fight against the winner or not is their call. But if it comes down to me having to slide into the ring and battle that one last man whether I have a number that is first or last I will bide my time. I don't want the many, I want the winner. So whoever wins the Rumble I hope you have the cajones to fight me the next Raw or not cause this is a warning. Just like last year everyone will remember to....BOW DOWN TO THE KING!”

I threw my arms into the air as my music hit. I then turned to my side looking down to the ring and the camera man followed my gaze. I was dead set on my mission. I didn't care about the Rumble at Ascension I just wanted a shot at whoever won. I would be there waiting to see if they accepted my challenge, I was back upon my own terms whether management liked it or not. My gaze was hardened and I knew then that my mission for this year was set in stone.

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The scene opens up and the scene is nothing even close to what you'd expect for a man about to compete in a bigtime high presure match like the Rumble. As the camera pans around taking in more of the scene we can see a party. The whole house is filled with random people curious by his absence is A.J. Styles. The camera travels through the house and eventually in what looks to be a childs room we find him.

So from what I hear a person in my position has more then just a shot at the World Champion as incentive for entering this little Rumble. Now that right there is all the encouragement aman such as myself needs to do the damned thing . . . however now I find out that not only is the shot at being Number one Contender there for the taking . . . but now I find out that Barton and Fear two members of the Knights of the Round Table have thrown their hats into this match. Now normally I would say gentlemen it will be a plesure to take the two of you out . . . however if I say that then that would be a lie. Because in all honesty neither of you . . . hell none of your little band of pony humpers really are gentlemen.

A.J. stands and walks out of his sons room. He walks down the hall and down the stairs. He walks slowly over to his wife Wendy and takes her in his arms.

The entire group of you little boys comparing the size of your sticks pisses me off. When any single one of you decide to man up and stand on your own two feet rather than being a tiny little piece of a disfigured malformed animal give me a call. After the shock of your balls wears off I will gladly face you one on one.until then I guess that I must settle for kicking the hell out of the two of you in this Rumble. I will take great plesure in ruining your night boys . . . and after you lose this Rumble and are forced down to where you belong at the bottom of the heap then the rest of your bitch club can lick your balls for you.

A.J. walks out onto his patio and looks out onto the scene below. This being the fourth of July there are plenty of fireworks being set off all over the area. A.J. just stands there with his wife.

Now as much as I do not expect to win this Rumble match i would be doing the fans a grand dis-service if I failed to mention the other confirmed men to have thrown their hats into the mix. People like P.O.T. You give yourself a drug for a ring name? How do you expect anyone to take you seriously?

Then we have Tetley? Dude the offices of Thy just recieved a pacage from corperate America . . . they wish to sue you for copyright infringement.

Ryback everyone sees you as some kind of beast . . . yet you act like you are untouchable . . . trust me you are not.

Eric "FREAKIN" Draven . . . you have got to be kidding me . . . boy you have watched just a few too many movies . . . am I right in assuming that you actually BELIEVE you are cult movie hero Eric Draven? Well you need a sanitorium . . . not a World Championship contract.

C.M. Punk you come in here and from the sounds of things you expect that your history will win you matches. Well it will not.

Now we come to my one time tag partner . . . Kid you need to learn to stay where you belong during a match . . . if you are the legal man stay in the ring . . . if you are not the legal man then stay where I CAN TAG YOU!!!!!

Jacob Senn all I have to say to you boy is move aside and let someone else have the shot you just keep letting slip through your hands.

Next we have Jamie Moorefield . . . you have been gone for so long most people cab't even remember your name. You should just stay home.

And finally we have H.H.H. enough said.

They walk back inside and the scene fades.