Main Event: Championship Scramble

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event:
Knights of the Round Table (Beno, Brian Gunn, Joey the Bastard)

vs

Horsemen of Apocalypse (Stalker Knight, Mr. Creed, Danny Daniels)

vs

The Resistance (Bret Hart, POT, Jacob Senn)

Championship(s) Scramble

All championship belts other than the tag team titles will be on the line. The World, Intercontinental and Television championships will all be up for grabs. A member from each group will start in the ring, you must tag in. The first man to capture a pin will walk out of the match as TV champion, second will be the new IC champion and the man who captures the third pin will receive the biggest title of them all, the world championship! It doesn't matter what team your on, you want a title? You will do whatever it takes. Which men will walk out with justice? This match will change Thy WWE history forever!



RP Limit: 1

RP Here.

[Niall]

Wednesday 12th December 2012
Gym in Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in a gym in the Lower Falls Road area in West Belfast, Ireland. The walls are whitewashed with motivational posters of fighters such as; Muhammed Ali/Cassius Clay, Mike Tyson, Usain Bolt, etc. On the black treadmill by the window, we see a familiar figure: the "Professor of Thuganomics" Bob Cena. Cena is wearing a green and white Glasgow Celtic shirt with "Samaras 23" on the back and white shorts. He stops the treadmill as the camera comes in to the room and takes a step off of it. Cena takes a bottle of water from the window ledge and takes a few sips of it. He clears his throat and begins to speak to the camera.

Bob Cena:
This Sunday.......Madison Square Garden........Justice For Some.......The Resistance, the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Knights of the Roundtable. Now this week on Monday Night Raw, I was savagely assaulted by Beno, Brian Gunn, Barton and of course Joey The Bastard, the failure of the Knights. You see every group has atleast one failure. DX had X-Pac, Eternal had Kurt Orton, the Resistance has Kurt Orton, Nexus 2.0 had John Sturking, and the Knights they have Joey The Bastard. I'm not even pissed off at the fact that they attacked me, what really annoys me is that they have the audacity to call themselves the best when they can't even fight me face to face. Knights, you can be sure that this Sunday you are in for the arse kicking of a lifetime courtesy from me, the good ol' PoT. Now on to other issues; The HoA or better known the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. You give yourself all of these nicknames as a way of hyping yourself up, matter of fact your nicknames are more impressive than your in-ring ability. I've fought the leader of your group Stalker Knight II before at Wrestlemania II in Los Angeles, does anybody know who came out on top that night? Me! I beat him in the Money in the Bank match, the first Money in the Bank match. I look at you and I'm not impressed, you have an old timer, and then you have these guys that have never proven themselves not just here in ThyWWE but anywhere.

Cena takes another drink from his bottle, setting the drink back on the window ledge.

Bob Cena:
If the last few weeks has taught us anything it is that, Bob Cena, Bret "The Hitman" Hart, Jacob Senn, are all worthy enough to be champions and are all worthy enough to be the best. Bret "The Hitman" Hart........Seven times World Champion, with a total of 654 days as WWF Champion, more than any other wrestler. The first WCW World Heavyweight Champion born outside of the United States. The Hitman! The best technical wrestler the world has ever seen! Bret Hart has seen it all, and Bret Hart you best believe has done it all. And he has done it with the class that no other man in the world has. All of those things that Bret Hart represents, I am today. I have taken all of those attributes and I have put them in to a young, amazing wrestler, the body that every man wants and that every woman wants to be with. Trust me when I tell you this, there is only two diamonds in this business. And baby, you're looking at one of them.

Cena rubs the sweat off of his forehead using his right hand and continues to speak.

Bob Cena:
Then we look towards Jacob Senn. 6 foot 4, 247 pounds, of 100% un-comparable technical ability. The other diamond in this industry. The man with a plan for everything. When you're in a war, you never forget your atom bomb. I have no doubt in my mind that Jacob Senn will be leaving his hometown crowd of New York with a smile on his face and a championship belt slung over his shoulder. The Knights like to think that they run this place, that Monday Night Raw is their yard. Well they need to wake up and realise that their yard, is smack bang in the middle of my world. When Vince McMahon stripped Brian Gunn of his Television Championship, were you running the show then? When Joey The Bastard felt the sting of The Saviour Jacob Senn, were you running the ring, huh? You see up until now, all I have seen since Wrestlemania is a lot of talking. And a lot of losing. You say that the Resistance cannot beat you, but up until now we have not tried. Since we began trying, we have gotten inside your head, so much so that you decided to try to take me out this past Monday on Raw. But at Justice For Some, this will all come to an end.

Cena walks toward a wooden painted blue bench at the wall and picks up a small white towel that is set on top of it. He rubs his face on the towel, erasing most of the sweat dripping from his head. He sits down on the bench, puts his hands on his head and begins to speak.

Bob Cena:
Wrestlemania III, Madison Square Garden, the most humiliating night of my life. I'm not afraid of the abuse that I may get for what I'm about to say but I tapped out to my once good friend Samuel Barton. The pain I suffered that night, actually not just that night, even now my arm feels like it is clutching on to my shoulder. But I continue to fight, and it is that will and determination that drives me every step of the way. There's a man I want to speak about and his name, his name is Brian Gunn. Brian, you are probably in your Miami beach house with that smarmy, not taking anything seriously attitude right now, am I right? Course I'm right. Let me tell you something Brian, you need to take me seriously. I'm on a whole different level than every guy you have ever fought in ThyWWE or even your career. This is isn't some kind of gimmick for me Brian, I am the Best in the World, I am the New Breed of life in ThyWWE, and I prove it every time I step foot in to the ring. I've won titles you can only dream of winning, I've had moments you can dream of having, and I've main evented Wrestlemania, something you can only dream of doing. I've had those matches that people will remember long after both of us are gone. I've watched every tape of Brian Gunn on the internet and I've heard you scream "World's Greatest" with superiority, but I watch what happens to you and you know what it screams? It screams inferiority! I say I'm the Best in the World, it may be cocky and arrogant but confidence is something that PoT has always had in his pocket. I thought you and me were sculpted from the same stone Brian, but its clear, we are not alike. I'm the Best in the World, you're just a whiny, idiotic, doofus, clown who thinks that because he has came into a bit of money that all of his problems will go away. I know what annoys you Brian, you have had classics with Sheamus, and Alex Kendall but you were never ever the man were you? You were always over shadowed, unlike me. I am a cut above the pack, I am not just the face of ThyWWE, I am the voice, I am the everything of ThyWWE. And that just pisses you off doesn't it? Its the same with all you Knights, Samuel, you, Joseph, Matthew, you all came back because of that very reason; spite, jealousy, envy. This is a new era for wrestling, this is ThyWWE, this isn't SCW!

Cena picks up his bottle of water and takes a big drink from it. He clears his throat and talks again.

Bob Cena:
I know your friends are going to be at Madison Square Garden this Sunday, guys like; Richard Black and his friend ANGER, Jonathon "The Jobber" Freeman, Rufus Sawyer, Samuel. Bottom line is, no matter who you bring, not one of them will be able to stop me, Bret and Jacob from leaving New York City with all 3 Championship titles. I am the youngest World Heavyweight Champion of all time and I accomplished that at the ripe age of just 21, I haven't even hit my prime yet. You, you haven't even won the World Championship yet. You're pathetic Brian, and you've bitten off more than you can chew. This Monday, you, Matthew, Joseph and Samuel had a very clever idea, take out the gem of the wrestling world and then Justice For Some would be a walk in the park. The idea was clever, the actions just let you down because I was expecting chair shots, sledgehammer, maybe even the Arm Triangle, but no, you really let yourself down Brian, you can't even assault somebody right. I will admit it, as of late you have put on tremendous bouts and have racked up an impressive record. But then again, I'm no slouch when it comes to spotlight stealing performances. Good things must come to an end Brian, streaks are made to be broken, and absolutely NOTHING lasts forever. I am the man that retired both Shawn Michaels and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on the same night at Wrestlemania. ThyWWE I am the Best in the World and I can't wait for this. Brian, you like to think that you ended Eternal all the way back in April of 2011 with your buddies, Barton, Lyara, Freedom, and some other no namer, but let me break this down for ya. I was never eliminated, officially the match never ended, and officially Brian, you have never beaten me and...........you never will. And that's the bottom line.....Cause PoT........Said so.

Cena does the U Can't C Me taunt down the camera as the internet feed cuts off.

Thursday 13th December 2012
SbTV Studios, London, England

The internet feed opens up on SbTV's youtube show. The setting is in an office room in SbTV HQ. The walls are a light red with framed images of the entrepreneur behind SbTV - Jamal Edwards - with famous British musicians such as: Professor Green, Ndubz, Tinchy Stryder, etc. There is a long mahogany table that stretches from one side of the room to the other, surrounded by black leather office chairs. Sitting on the table is "PoT" Bob Cena, wearing a red and dark blue Barcelona shirt with "Messi 10" on the back of it, and red shorts. Off camera the voice of Jamal Edwards is heard.

Jamal Edwards:
When you're ready PoT, Raymond play the track.

The DJ, local act Raymond Deegan, begins to play a very familiar track for Cena to rap over. It is the beat to ACDC's "Back in Black".

Bob Cena:
Here we go SbTV. Justice For Some on PPV this Sunday, make sure you tune in boys and girls.

So Jamal calls me up and says "How you doing Bobby, its time you give the public
An F64 gig
Do you require more info?"
And I sure did so
Replied to the question with yes give me more
He says, "first things first just remember to write
And then rehearse a new verse about whatever you like
My channel gets so many hits that the day I throw you up
You'll start to see more benefits than disabled single mums
You'll be all over the web, you'll be the coolest trending topic
It may even make you rich I like to call it net profit
At the very least, if you come to SbTV
You can shamelessly plug your P-P-V"
And I'm tempted easily in real life and online too
Just look at how many porn sites I subscribe to
When I get challenged by the hood rappers, they know its not to clever
But what's the worst that could happen, I don't drink Doctor Pepper
So I told myself, let's have some fun mate here's your rap book
This is simpler than you can make a meerkat look
Jamal's made an offer which I say you ought to take up
And he brought it on a plate but don't mistake him for a waiter
He won't wait around for long to see if you'll eat it
He'll give it to somebody else and won't even need to reheat it
Everybody is thinking that they ought to have this
Emcees were playing Hunger Games way before Katniss
I was just about to tell Jamal I'd drop those bars
But another voice in my head said not so fast
Personally I wouldn't mind this mission
If it wasn't just another one of them auditions
If you say yes you know you can't go back
It'll come with major stress and doesn't come with Prozac
Before you even get to sell the industry your soul
You'll be thrown to the wolves but more specifically the trolls
You have to keeps your nerves and put your bars up that's the plan
Avoiding the down turned thumbs of dislikers
Your goal is to get as many thumbs up as you can
Till you feel like you've attracted a bunch of hitch hikers
Prepare for the comments by stupid little kids like, "I'm here to rep BG" and "What's this big prick on my screen for?"
There so used to seeing PoT in the ring, that they turn into internet gangstas, stuck behind a keyboard
Why on earth they think they're all bad men confuses me
Is it wrong to wanna give them backhands through the screen
There must be a deal between fashion brands and stupid teens
Buy a snapback and get a bad attitude for free
I don't think you wanna get anyone involved now when
People are known to think your whole career revolves around them
Those kind of people who just won't rest
Till the little bar below me on the right goes red
The words in the end will go something like this
And if you go ahead with it I hope you like chips
Cause loads of these kids have got them chilling on their shoulders bro
How could I argue with a deal like that?
I realise I'd be quite insane to accept
The only fucking reason that you're hearing this rap is because Bobby said no but PoT said yes!

Jamal walks on to the screen and shakes Cena's hand.

Jamal Edwards:
Well done man, you always were a great performer.

Bob Cena:
Cheers mate, I would love to stay and chat but I have to go catch my flight to New York.

Jamal Edwards:
No problem, cheers for doing this.

PoT knuckle bumps Jamal and leaves the room as the Youtube feed cuts to black as the internet show ends.

Sunday 16th December 2012
Madison Square Garden, New York, USA

Scene opens up backstage in the locker room of Bob Cena. The room has 3 white walls with the wall the door is on in red. The room is decorated for Christmas, which added a festive feel to the room. Sitting on the long black leather sofa in the middle of the room watching the tv is "PoT" Bob Cena. Cena is wearing an Operation Fuck Up shirt with "PoT" on the back and denim jean shorts. He is watching the Justice For Some pay per view when a knock on the door is heard.

Bob Cena:
Come in!

The door opens and in walks two men. One of the men is PoT's good friend, Crack. Crack is wearing an Operation Fuck Up shirt with "Crack" on the back, with grey McKenzie bottoms. The other man is ThyWWE interviewer Burris Troy. Burris is wearing a black tuxedo suit with a white shirt and his hair slicked to the left.

Crack:
Its Burris mate, he wants an interview.

Bob Cena:
No sweat lad.

Cena watches as the match on the tv finishes before standing up. Burris' camera man counts down from 3 telling on his hand at the men.

Camera Man:
3, 2, 1, Action!

Burris Troy:
Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this point, Bob Cena.

The crowd pop as the camera zooms out to show PoT and Crack standing there beside him.

Burris Troy:
PoT tonight, you go out in to the main event in possibly one of the most iconic matches in ThyWWE history. What is your mindset on this?

Bob Cena:
My mindset is simple Burris. Me, Jacob and Bret are gonna stick to our word. We will come, we will see, and we will kick the Knights' asses. Now we have been sitting back for months while ThyWWE has opened and spread its legs like some cheap whore to all these so-called "Superstars" of Thy World Wrestling Empire, when in reality not one of them is not fit to lace my boots. So instead of sitting back and watching Vince McMahon and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse try to take out the Knights, me, Crack, Bret and Jacob we are snatching back our limelight. This Monday when I fell asleep, I went to sleep with a black cloud over my head, I was annoyed and I was pissed because I was assaulted by the Knights for no reason. But then I woke up on Tuesday morning and I heard the birds singing and the cloud, the cloud was gone. You know why? I had an eye opener. I have not once attacked you, but then last week you, you Knights attacked me. And I realised that for the first time in the long illustrious history of the Knights of the Roundtable. For the first time ever, inside that cool and cocky pack of wolves known as the Knights, exists............fear. You know that this Sunday you meet your toughest challenge. Ill admit it, at Wrestlemania, I was desperate. I would have taken a count out victory, disqualification, anything. But now I have nothing to lose, no world championship, NOTHING! On Monday morning, the whole world will be talking. They will be talking about who won the World Championship, who won the TV Championship, they will be talking about legends, and Battle Royales, and thousands of fans screaming. But the one thing that will be etched into their minds forever, the single greatest moment in wrestling history. Will be when PoT ends the Knights of the Roundtable at Justice For Some. But of course people have been telling me that I can't look past the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, why the hell not? Look who they've got, Stalker Knight II, past it! Danny Daniels, Talentless piece of crap! Mr Creed, Complete idiot! I don't need to prepare myself for those 3 sports entertainers because I am a wrestler and I am better than sports entertainment! I don't know just how much times I have to say this until people finally realise it, I am the best wrestler in the world! I have time to be dealing with snot nosed worthless indy stars who think they can handle the spotlight, MY spotlight. And that's the bottom line, cause PoT said so. Wordlife!

Cena does the U Can't C Me taunt down the camera as the scene fades to darkness.

Scene opens back up as we see PoT Bob Cena standing atop a ThyWWE production truck. Cena is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with "PoT" on the back, denim jean shorts and his old steel chain hangs around his neck.

Bob Cena:
Yo, yo, I'm about to hit NY with a freestyle.
I don't need a fake name, or tattoos to try to act cool
I'm the Best in the World, I'm the leader of the new skool
Its time to take out the Knights, I'm gonna leave them in pieces
I'ma eat you alive, they'll find your bones in my faeces
Yo its ok, this won't be a fight
Ill walk away with Danny Daniels' bike
And he can suck my tail pipe
The HoA had a good run but bye bye, see you later
I'm the real dark side, half machine like Darth Vader
And now they've opened up, handing out invitations
Aint no chance that I'm gonna join the Nation of Masterbation
Their whole team is full of chicks, I'm sick of all of this
I'm just the Professor of Thuganomics, they need a gynocologist
I was laughing when BG got fooled, you meathead
It was funny watching a vanilla guerilla turn beet red
But you can't handle losing Brian, you turn into a sore sport
Attacked me, tried to cut my career short
You think that's funny? Messing with peoples lives
Well tonight, let's see if you survive
I'm hardcore like porno flicks
You're soft ball like slow pitch
Hope you're ready for the pain, PAYBACKS A BITCH!

Cena punches the air as we cut back to the commentators at ringside

Phil Latio:
Cena looks like he means business tonight Don

Don Chuckles:
PoT is no match for the Knights of the Roundtable Phil

Phil Latio:
Well we'll see later on tonight in our main event.

2 Minutes before show

Scene opens up backstage as we see Bob Cena standing neside the curtain alongside his good friend Crack. Cena is wearing an Operation Fuck Up shirt and denim jean shorts with his steel chain around his neck. Crack is wearing the same but with grey McKenzie bottoms.

Crack:
You nervous lad?

Bob Cena:
A bit aye, but sure thats natural.

Cena looks at the television monitor ahead of him as the commentators begin to hype up the match.

Don Chuckles:
Up next we have our main event of the night. One of the most anticipated matches in ThyWWE's history.

Phil Latio:
?I have been waiting for this match ever since Mr McMahon announced it. Who do you tip to leave as Champions

Don Chuckles:
The Knights will win all 3 belts.

Cena hears this and spits on the floor in disgust.

Bob Cena:
Idiot!

Phil Latio:
You really are a stupid bastard Don.

Don Chuckles:
How?

Phil Latio:
You cant count out a team with Jacob Senn, Bret Hart and Bob Cena, not to mention the HoA. Anybody could leave with the belt.

Cena turns off the television monitor and looks out of the curtain and listens to the crowd. Madison Square Garden is sold out, packed to the rafters with screaming fans. He sees handmade signs in support of various superstars; Jacob Senn, the Knights of the Roundtable, etc. Suddenly the voice of Steve Cruise rings around the arena, making the hairs on the back os Cena's neck stand at attention.

Steve Cruise:
Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening. Introducing first....................



"Unorthodox" by Wretch 32 and Example hits the speakers and the crowd go wild. Cena hears his music and begins to finish his stretches while Steve Cruise introduces him.

Steve Cruise:
Weighing in at 250 pounds, all the way from Belfast, Ireland, accompanied by Crack, he is the "Professor of Thuganomics", Bobbbbbbbbbbbbbb Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeena!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The crowd go wild as PoT's name is read out by the announcer. Cena counts down from 5 before bursting through the curtains to hear the roar of the crowd along with his friend Crack. The scene fades to darkness as Cena jumps through the curtain.

["British Brawler" Zak Shields]

~~~~~Scene 1~~~~~

*Moments after the events unfolding on Monday night RAW Bret is seen in his ring attire in the back of the arena tearing up the place. He is throwing tables over, Pushing staff out of the way and smashing expensive electrical goods. Suddenly from behind him Jacob Senn and Bob Cena grab hold of him and drag him back to their locker room kicking and screaming. They bust the door open and throw Bret onto the black leather couch. Bret tries to get back up but both men restrain him.*

Bob Cena – “What the fuck were you thinking Bret? Vince is going to fucking fire you know.”

Bret Hart – “What the fuck for, Getting rid of the weakest member of our team.”

Jacob Senn – “How the hell do you work that one out Bret.”

*Bret is let up by both men now he has calmed down a bit.*

Bret Hart – “That is a very simple answer Senn. He never won a match, Hell he never even took part in more than two matches. He was a dead weight and it needed to be done. I would have done the same to either one of you two if I had to.”

*Bob and Jacob look at each other in shock at what they have just heard. How could Bret say such words about his own team mate and his longtime friend? Bob goes to walk out of the room.*

Bob Cena – “I have a match to get to Bret but right now you need to stay here.”

*Bob exits the room and Jacob sits with Bret. Suddenly Vince walks into the room. His pin striped suit is pressed in its usual manner. His silver hair combed back and his shoes shined to almost glass. He walks into the room and stops in front of the two men.*

Vince McMahon – “Bret if you’re wondering how Jim is he is ok. The EMT has taken him to the local hospital.”

*Bret stands up.*

Bret Hart – “Are you blind old man. Why would I be concerned? I’m the one who put him in the ambulance. Now I know how this happens. Ill pack up my things and I’ll leave I won’t expect my pay this month either.”

*Vince tightens his tie as Bret walks past him to grab his bags. Vince turns to Bret*

Vince McMahon – “You’re in the main event at Justice for some!”

*Bret stops and turns back around to face Vince.*

Bret Hart – “What did you say Vince.”

Vince McMahon – “After your little outburst tonight I have decided that you will replace Kurt Orton in the main event at Justice for Some. Your right it is about time you got some justice so here I am offering it to you. All you have to do is take it.”

*Bret drops his bags and Jacob now stands up. Both men pincering Vince between them.*

Bret Hart – “Why are you really doing this Vince.”

Vince McMahon – “Bret I’m not blowing smoke up your ass. KO will be facing Randy Orton so a spot was open on the side of the Resistance. Seeing as you have just ‘Ejected’ Jim from the team I have no choice but to put you in his place. You know what is at stake here Bret so this is your chance for Justice.”

*Vince cracks a smile and exits the room. Bret sits back down and Jacob joins him. They both chat away as the scene fades out.*

~~~~~Scene 2~~~~~

*Bret and Julie are seen walking into a swanky restaurant. Julie is wearing a knee length red dress with diamond earring’s and necklace. Her hair is tied up with a simple curl down her fringe. Bret is wearing his black tuxedo and black shoes. His wavy hair is loose in the air and taken by the wind. They walk into the main reception where they are greeted by the concierge. Without even announcing himself they are led away to the VIP area. The people of the restaurant stare and silently whisper some of love for their hero and other for his despicable act this past week on RAW. They arrive at their table and the concierge pulls open the chairs and aids Julie to her seat as Bret pulls himself in. the concierge hands them each a menu and places a wine list in the middle of the table. Bret promptly opens the wine list and points out a bottle of their favorite champagne. The concierge takes the wine list and leaves with a nod of acknowledgement. Bret looks up and smiles at his wife.*

Bret Hart – “Julie, you look amazing. I could fall in love with you all over again.”

*Julie blushes and leans over and kisses her husband. The waiter arrives and opens the champagne and pours some into each of their glasses. He leaves the bottle in the ice bucket at the side of the table and leaves. They each hold up their glasses.*

Bret Hart – “To us, The years that have gone and the years to come.”

*They tap their glasses together and take a sip. In turn they both pick up their menu and browse the list of choices.*

Julie Hart – “This is amazing I don’t know what to have.”

*The waiter arrives to take their order. He first turns to Julie. As ever its ladies first.*
Julie Hart – “I will have the Bruschetta for start and then the Chicken Caesar Salad for main.”

*She hands her menu to the waiter and he then turns to Bret.*

Bret Hart – “I will have the Asparagus and Parma Ham salad starter and the main course I will have the Smoked Duck.”

*The waiter leaves and they continue their night with laughter and conversations. The odd members of public come up to Bret for a photo or a quick hand shake. The starters arrive and they proceed to devour them as they are very hungry. Their table is cleared and they look into each other’s eyes.*

Julie Hart – “Bret I have to ask you something.”

Bret Hart – “What is it babes?”

Julie Hart – “Why did you have to do that to Jim. You could have just talked to him about his drinking. Why did you do it?”

*Bret takes a breathe and looks about the room. The tables close by heard Julie’s question and they too are eager to hear more on the subject. He looks back at his wife.*

Bret Hart – “It wasn’t just about the drinking. He was dead weight. He needed to go, he had no place in the team and he wasn’t an active member of us.”

*Julie looks dissatisfied by the answer and she pushes the subject more.*

Julie Hart – “Many people, some in this room, would feel the same way about you Bret.”

*Bret’s face turns from delight to anger on the statement from his own wife.*

Bret Hart – “Two weeks ago I stood in that ring with a pass out Brian Gunn. I should be Television Champion right now. I have won matches that people said I shouldn’t even be a part of. I have come from some serious lows since being here and now I have a chance to take what is really mine and I didn’t need Jim fucking things up for me.”

*Julies face now turns to anger. She stands up and looks daggers at Bret.*

Julie Hart – “Since you became the number one contender for that dam TV title you have become a man I don’t even know anymore. You have changed Bret and I don’t like it.”

*With that she turns a goes to storm out. Bret quickly reacts and goes to grab her arm and turn her around. Without warning Julie closes her fist and lands it square on Bret’s chin. He loses his balance and falls to the floor banging his head hard on the floor. Upset at what she has done Julie kneels down to her KO’d husband’s side.*

~~~~~Scene 3~~~~~

*Bret is stood in a big white room with a thumping headache. He is still wearing his tux. He looks around and can’t quite make out where he is. Is he dead? Doubtful. Is this purgatory, maybe he has taken stronger blows to the head and got up seconds later. Why is he here or better question where is he. Suddenly a gruff voice speaks from behind him.*

Gruff Voice – “I have brought you here because I’m angry at your actions.”

*Bret knows this voice and he turns round to see his old man Stu stood in front of him. He is taken over with emotions and rushes to his dad and hugs him. They share and embraced hug for a few seconds then they part. Bret stares into his father’s eyes.*

Bret Hart – “I’m sorry dad.”

Stu Hart – “Sorry... You don’t know the meaning of the word. You turned your back on your longest and best friend and all you say is sorry. I’m angry Bret but I still love you.”

*Bret wipes a single tear from his eye and turns his back on his father and paces the ‘room’.*

Bret Hart – “I had no choice dad. I did what had to be done. I have no remorse for my actions and for that I should never be forgiven. But I can’t stay here I have to stand by my team mates sides at Justice for some.”

*Stu walks forward to his son and taps him on the shoulder.*

Stu Hart – “You have had to make hard decisions in your time Bret I understand. But Jim was more than a friend he was family. Would you do the same to Owen?”

*Bret turns to his father. His face torn with anger.*

Bret Hart – “Royal Rumble 1994 dad. Have you forgotten what he did to me that night? He turned his back on me…”

Stu Hart – “But your brotherly bond brought you back together in the end…”

Bret Hart – “AND ME AND JIM DON’T SHARE THAT BOND!!”

*Bret stares into his father’s eyes as Stu sheds a tear he knows he can’t make his own son change his mind on what he did. Bret clearly has no remorse for what he did. Stu takes a deep breath.*

Stu Hart – “Son I know I can’t make you take back what you did. All I can do is advise you in what is going to happen. I have heard about Justice for some and I know you came up just short against Brian Gunn but you have what it takes to come away with something at this main event.”

Bret Hart – “Thanks pop. Like I said I did what I had to do. Brian Gunn got luck last time. As long as he doesn’t come out of that ring with a title around his waist I know I have achieved something. Last time I underestimated him this time I won’t make that mistake. This will be the third time I step in the ring with him so far I’m 0-2 I will strive to be better and I will be.”

*Stu taps his son on the shoulder. Suddenly the room starts to spin and before he knows what is happening Stu is gone and Bret wakes up in a hospital bed with Julie sat beside him still in her dress.*

~~~~~Scene 4~~~~~

*Bret slowly wakes up and sees his wife on the chair asleep next to his bed. Her dress is scrunched and her hand bandaged. Must have been some whack she gave Bret. He sits up and Julie starts to stir. She notices Bret awake and jumps up onto the bed and hugs him with tears in her eyes.*

Julie Hart – “Oh Bret I’m so sorry for hitting you. The doctor said you could be out for some time. I though I’d have to call Vince and tell him you could compete.”

Bret Hart – “How long was I out for.”

Julie wipes her eyes and pulls away from Bret.*

Julie Hart – “Just for the night. The doctor has not long since been in I’ll go see if he’s outside still.”

*Julie runs out of the room as Bret sits up. His gown falls just past his knees and his tux is draped over the chair Julie was sitting on. He feels round in his head and winces as he feels a lump. He looks to the door and in walks Julie and the doctor.*

Bret Hart – “Cut to the chase please doc. Can I compete in my match?”

*The doctor takes the notes at the bottom of the bed and takes a read. He places them back down on the bed and nods.*

Dr. Brown – “I see no reason why not. Looking at your notes and your history this is just a little bump compared to what you have had in the past. You’re free to leave and to compete. Oh good luck Bret. I’m a huge fan.”

*The doc exits the room and Julie jumps to her husband’s aid. She helps his get dressed. Just as they are about to leave Julie sits Bret down and hands him a note.*

Julie Hart – “While you out Natalya came and gave me this note to give to you. She said she tried at home and Elle told her we were here. She didn’t seem concerned. She wanted to get out of here as soon as.”

*Julie hand it over and leaves to go get the car. Bret opens the note and begins to read out loud.*

Bret Hart – “Dear Bret, That beating you gave me was one of the lowest things I’ve ever known you to do and trust me I have a lot of dirt on you. I have no intentions of coming down to the ring and stopping or impeding you from winning any title at the main event. All I have to say is I hope you win. So that one day I can challenge you and take away what it is that has driven you to this sadistic maniac you have become. At justice for some I will be there in the backstage area or maybe in the crowd that all depends on if Vince follows suit and fires me like you fired me from the Resistance. Before I sign off all I have to say is I hope you rid the WWE of this disease known as The Knights. Your ex Best friend and Team mate. Jim ‘The Anvil’ Neidhart.”

~~~~~Scene 5~~~~~

*It’s the night before the big match and Bret has been invited to come down to an ice hockey game between Calgary Flames and Edmonton Oilers. Although he is a massive Flames fan he is greeted with a massive cheer as he enters the ice on his own blades other than on the red carpet like most people who make appearances. He is handed a mic as a tannoy announcement comes over telling everyone to please stand for the Canadian national anthem. Bret comes to a halt in the middle of the ice with his flames jersey on he brings the mic to his lips and rather than singing the anthem he speaks it with his inherited gruff voice.*

Bret Hart – “O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee!”

*The fans go wild and cheer for Bret with his unique take on the anthem. Bret starts to skate the ice and brings the mic to his lips once more.*

Bret Hart – “Before the game tonight I was asked to say a few words to everyone out here and try and get everyone in my beloved country to watch me take part in the main event at justice for some tomorrow night.”

*Bret continues to skate the ice and the fans continue to cheer for him.*

Bret Hart – “As a young boy I came to this very arena and I watched a fight and a hockey game broke out.”

*The crowd laughs at the usual joke made at their loved sport.*

Bret Hart - “Fighting has been my main career path and seeing as me and these guys sat on the bench have this small thing in common I can’t help but feel there is some kind of connection. Like tomorrow night when I stand side by side with my team mates Jacob Senn and Bob Cena and we take on our longtime rivals The Knights. We have all met one time or another but in singles contention and some of us came out on to and however some of us like myself didn't come out so well. Bob Cena a former world champion and former, that right former, nemesis of yours truly is one of the best up and coming young stars. He is the youngest world champ in WWE history and that ladies and gentlemen is something that is going to be very hard to beat. His technical ability in the ring is as if he was trained by my old man in the dungeon. I am proud to have this man by my side going into this match. Jacob Senn, What more can I say. He has climbed the ladder and taken his bumps and beating but he has still come out on top. He deserves everything he achieves in this company. But I have gotten a little of course here. Like I said everyone in these two teams have a connection with me and those who step in the ring. We fight for each other and we will bleed and lay down our lives for one another.”

*The crowd is really getting behind Bret now. Chanting his name and cheering ‘Oh Canada’*

Bret Hart – “I fight for every Canadian and I fight for everyone that believes in the good of all mankind. I represent the maple leaf and I will not let those down who salute it and swear there honor and loyalty to it. So tomorrow night I will stand with my brethren and I will defeat those who stand in the way of good and I promise to every man, woman and child that I will come out with atleast one title and knowing full well that the knights are defeated once and for ALL!”

*The fans are on their feet and the players are on the ice slapping their hockey sticks on the ice and chanting along with the crowd. All together they start to sing the national anthem as Bret leaves the ice.*

~~~~~Scene 6~~~~~

*The afternoon of Justice for some and Bret, wearing his ring attire is stood with Burris Troy in front of a camera crew. With Bret is Julie dressed oddly in a pink and black Natalya style wrestling attire. Jacob Senn and Bob Cena are stood in the background. The light on the camera flicks from red to green and Burris starts his interview.*

Burris Troy – “Ladies and Gentlemen my guest at this time is one of the members of The Resistance, Bret Hart. Bret, tonight you take the place of Kurt Orton in the championship scramble representing the resistance. How do you feel going into this match?”

*He hands the mic to Bret.*

Bret Hart – “Tonight Burris is a new battle ground for me. This is the first time that I am going to be stood in the ring with 8 other men and 3 titles will be on the line. How I feel about this you ask. I feel excited, nervous, scared and elated. Why all these because like everyone else on this planet I am human. I feel honored to be placed in the ring with my two team mates Jacob and Bob to take on the knights and the horsemen of the apocalypse.”

*He hands the mic back.*

Burris Troy – “Bret some people are wondering because of you coming just short against Brian Gunn, that you have now chance of leaving tonight with any title around your waist. What do you have to say to them?”

*He leans the mic to Bret.*

Bret Hart – “The last time me and Brian faced off it was all over and the bell was never rung to claim me the victor. This is my justice I now have my opportunity to come out of this match with the Television title or something greater. Look what we have here me, Bret Hart the Excellence of Execution the man capability of taking any title away tonight. We have Jacob Senn the man in the middle of the World Title picture he has the drive and the passion that reminds me of a younger faster, slightly better looking, me. Then finally we have Bob Cena the former World Champion. This man walks down these hallways oozing charisma that Ric Flair wouldn’t even want to WHOOOO against this guy just in case he sounded wrong and Cena laid his old ass out. What do I have to say to those out there that I or anyone here can’t take a title tonight? I don’t have to say much. Our actions speak louder than words.”

*Burris takes the mic back.*

Burris Troy – “Any words for your opponents tonight?”

*Bret takes the mic back again.*

Bret Hart – “I’d like to start out with Brian Gunn. Here we have a man undefeated and no longer the champion he was. Brian Gunn has beaten me twice before and he has defeated everyone in his path. He has even taken on 3 guys at once and still come out on top. But Brian just like Sampson and Achilles you have your one weakness. This fight will be your down fall. 6 men out of the 9 will be gunning to take you out. Even for your standards that’s a pretty slim chance of success. Beno and JTB. Together you both have beaten me before but now I have real back up I have better teammates. We stand united to take you out even if it’s going to be one by one we will take you out.”

Burris Troy – “And what about the horsemen?”

Bret Hart – “The horsemen of the apocalypse! Really! They are little boys in a big man’s fight. Before they formed there little group I ask Stalker Knight to join us but he refused to create his own team to do nothing by stand in my way and get in our hair. The horsemen are no concern to me or to my team mates. Danny Daniels and Mr Creed don’t even hold a candle to any of us. Hell even Kurt could take those two out. The only one who actually stands a chance tonight is Stalker and let’s be honest what’s he done recently. FUCK ALL!”

*Burris goes to take the mic back but Bret steals it back and pushes Burris out of the camera shot.*

Bret Hart – “Horsemen, Knight and everyone else out there. Listen up and listen good. You are all looking at the future World Champion, Television Champion and Intercontinental Champion. Me, Bob and Jacob it doesn’t matter which man takes what title tonight all that matters is that the best will triumph tonight and as you all know. I am the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be!”

*Bret drops the mic and walks past the camera crew with Jacob, Bob and Julie in tow. The camera follows them as they enter their locker room. The camera tries to sneak into the room with them but Julie pushes them back and the camera fades out.*

**End of RP**

[Beno]

Scene One: Premonition

A video package suddenly appears. A variety of scenes begin to flicker on momentarily and flickers off again. Stalker Knight being driven to the mat from a sickening Beno Bomb. Shawn Michaels being broken in half from a Boston crab on top of the announce table. Shawn Michael’s body lying in the remnants of a broken table. The Fallen standing over Bob Cena with the Thy WWE Tag Team championships rose above them. MVP being driven through a flaming table. Sting being Beno Bombed over the top rope. Lyara Jayde Storm lying motionless after a Lights Out big boot. Benos return as he confronted Celtic Anarchy and laid out the challenge. Paul Wight and Beno being awarded the Thy WWE Tag Team championships. Zack Shields, Rob Terry, Tony Mann and Kid Genius lying all over the ring after. Beno awarding Fear the second half of the Thy WWE Tag Team championships. A brief glimpse of the Knights ring. The entire Knights of the Round Table stable standing in the ring and raising their championship belts. Joey the Bastard being slapped across the face. The Knights stomping the lights out of Joey The Bastard. A woman’s high pitched laugh is heard in the background. A pure white stallion gallops in the distance as words are spoken.

“From the very beginning, it was clear that I was woven from a different cloth. No other superstar has shown as much dominance in such a short time as I have. Countless superstars have fallen from my hands. Two Tag Team championships have come into my possession during my short time here. Everything that you have witnessed is just a glimpse of what will come to pass. Thy WWE has fallen into the hands of the Knights. All has gone according to plan. You have witnessed my rebirth. In three months’ time, you shall have witnessed my awakening.”

The face of Beno flashes across the screen as the emblem of the Knights of the Round Table appears.

Scene Two: New age of Camelot

The scene opens up with a view of Beno and Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson standing side by side, shaking hands in front of the multi-million dollar mansion. Reporters and paparazzi surround them from all corners. Beno and Curtis smile as flashes from a multitude of cameras go off. In Benos right hand, he holds the “For Sale” sign. Both men are dressed from head to toe in black velvet suits. As Curtis and Beno release hands, “fitty” waves to the media and heads towards his limousine. Photographers continue to take shots as Beno enters through the Iron gates and they close behind him. A black Cadillac awaits Beno with the engine running. His personal driver stands next to the right back end of the vehicle, holding the door open. As Beno enters the car, the driver closes the door behind him. He makes his way back up to the driver’s side door and enters. When the door shuts, the car begins the short drive to Benos new estate. The camera crew quickly follows in pursuit as the cameras momentarily go black.

……Five minutes later……

The Cadillac comes to a grinding halt in front of the estate. For the first time, we see the splendor of the mansion. A modern day castle, the glorious contemporary home has a view of the mountains and of the water front. The base color of the mansion is a eggshell white alongside a maroon trim. A medium sized field consisting or large oak trees surround the mansion. Beno opens the door and exits the vehicle. As he shuts the door, the large eight car garage opens and the driver moves forward and parks the vehicle. Beno smirks widely as he reaches for the keys inside of his pocket.

“This mansion was originally owned by former Boxing champion, “Iron” Mike Tyson. From there it was acquired by none other than the legendary rapper, 50 Cent. And now, this glorious modern day castle belongs to the Knights of the Round Table. Fifty-two rooms. Twenty-five bedrooms and twenty-one full bathrooms. It was built to withstand an assault from an army. The Camelot of old can no longer hold the Knights. Like everything else, things must change. The Knights must change in order to survive the upcoming war. We must adapt in order to strive in this industry. This mansion has been owned by one of the greatest boxing champions of all time. It was owned by one of the most controversial artists. They never truly put it to good use. This acquisition will serve my purpose quickly. A good deal of remodeling will have to occur for it to be up to my expectations. But for now, it will do.

The scene ends as Beno walks to the door of his newest house, opens the door and enters. The door shuts with a clatter.

Scene Three: The Plot Thickens

…..Two weeks later…..

As the scene opens up, we see the newly renovated mansion in in Connecticut. An eight foot high concrete wall has been built around the perimeter of the grounds. The Large Iron gate still stands, though thicker and obviously reinforced. The small forest has been cut down as a pile of logs and stumps can be seen on the far side of the yard. Where the forest once stood, a new structure has been built. The building is relatively small, but is built out of steel and brick. Only two windows can be seen. Both of them accommodate bars on the outside. The sun hangs low in the sky as the door opens up. Five men exit the building with Beno leading the pack. Behind him comes a small Hispanic man dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt and black tie. The expression on his face doesn’t show much. The next man is athletically built African American. He’s dressed in the same suit as the first with the exception that his tie is blue. A wicked smirk is plastered over his face. He begins to adjust the strap of the Rolex watch that sits on his left wrist. The last two men tower over all the others. Like the rest, they wear the same suit. Their ties are golden. The larger of the two stares blankly at the grounds. The other man has his hands behind his back. Both men have the look of Jamaican ancestry. Beno is dressed in a pair of baggy light blue jeans and a pair of tan steel toe Survivor brand boots. The golden chain that holds his ring hangs from his neck. A gold Rolex watch sits on his right wrist. A platinum bracelet hangs somewhat loosely from his left wrist. In his ears are two diamond stud earrings. Around his waist he sports a think leather belt. A belt buckle the size of an apple rests upon the belt. The design is of an almost cartoonish goblin character smoking a wooden pipe. Hanging from golden chains around his belt loop are two additional Knight Rings. Presumably, they are the rings of Fear and Anger. Beno closes the door and pulls out a key from his pocket. He locks the building down and pulls on the door knob roughly. It doesn’t budge. He slips the key back into his pocket and looks at the men.

Everything that we have worked for is coming to fruition. The Knights of the Round Table still hold the majority of the championships. The time has come for us to accelerate the plans. The four of you have been my closest friends for years now. I understand that you are risking a lot. Though I can assure you that there is nothing to worry about. The police know not to get involved. They have more pressing issues to contend with at the moment.

Beno looks at the largest of the men.

Jerome, you know what has to be done. You've protected me and my family for the last ten years. You are the only one that can do this. Remember what we talked about. You do this right and no one will be any of the wiser. The Knights will ensure that you aren't interrupted. The Horsemen of Apocalypse will soon find out that their place is at the bottom of the food chain.

Jerome nods his head. The scene fades to black as Beno and the four men walk away.

Scene Four: A “Special” Guest

The scene opens up with a view of the inside of a luxurious room. Blue velvet curtains line the two miniscule windows within the room. A portrait of Elizabeth Bathory hangs on the wall. A four poster queen size bed dominates the majority of the room. A teenage girl lies on the bed, stirring. The oak door opens as Beno enters, flanked by his entourage. Jerome brings up the rear carrying an oak chair. He sets it down near the bed.

“Leave us.”

At Beno’s request, the men leave and shut the door behind them. Beno sits erect on the chair and folds his hands. The woman begins to stir. He eyes slowly open. When she turns her head and faces Beno, her eyes fully open in shock and terror as she scurries to the head of the bed.

Beno: Calm yourself child. You have no reason to fear me.

The girl eyes Beno apprehensively, visibly shaking. Beno merely smiles and flashes his white teeth.

I can understand what must be going through your head at the moment. And surely you have a lot of questions that I am more than willing to answer. But before I answer any questions you may have, allow me to set a few things straight. At the moment, you are in no immediate danger. Endangering you has never been the purpose of our little escapade. Your abduction was simply retribution for their crimes against us. As I’m sure you are aware of, they abducted a precious ally of ours. Your father and his friends crossed the line when they did that. That is the very reason you were taken. As a wise man once said an eye for an eye. Surely they pondered whether or not we would cross the very same line. I’m sure they thought that they would be the targets. They didn’t see the big picture. What would the Knights of the Roundtable achieve by abducting one of them? Not a damn thing. They would simply be a nuisance when in our custody. The Knights wanted to prove a point. The Horsemen were naïve. They left you in the back without even having someone check up on you. They left their cloaks laying around the backstage area where anyone could simply pick one up and assume the identity of a Horsemen. More importantly, they underestimated my fellow knights and myself. They could have never expected this. No one is aware of how many men and women follow the Knights. We blend in with the crowds. We can hide in plain sight. Hell a Knight could be your best friend and you wouldn’t know it.

Beno pauses for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. He leans forward a bit.

The second thing I must stress is this. You may believe that you are a prisoner. But you would be mistaken. You are a guest here Kiara. No prison would show you the hospitality that we have. We would confine you to a small cell with no windows, terrible tasting gruel and a tattered blanket to sleep on. As you can see, that isn’t the case at all. See I don’t believe in objectifying anyone to that type of treatment. Believe me when I say this, I wouldn’t even imprison my worst enemy. You will be free to roam the grounds and the house. Though you will be supervised. It’s merely a precaution. We can’t have you phoning anyone or attempting to climb the walls. My wife and children will be home most of the time so you should have plenty of company. You and Kelli should get along just fine. She has an entire room devoted to clothing and make up. We have a flat screen with over three hundred channels. We have an Olympic sized swimming pool. There are plenty of activities here that will keep you preoccupied until their ordeal is over and done with.

One final thing before I’ll take your questions. For certain periods of time, you will be confined to a specific part of the house. I have a lot of things to do at the moment and I will not have you interfering. A lot of powerful men and women frequently flock to my doorstep. Politicians, journalists and professional athletes, just to name a few. We can’t have you running around making a scene when my other guests are present. If you follow this rule I can assure you things will go a lot smoother for the both of us. Now like I said, I’ll answer any questions that you may have.

Beno leans back into the oak chair and sets his hands upon his lap. Kiara moves toward the side of the bed and stares directly into Benos face.

Kiara: Where are we?

We are currently at the new and improved headquarters of the Knight of the Roundtable. For the sake of time, I’ll tell you this right now. Your father will never learn of the location so a rescue attempt is out of the question.

How long do you plan on keeping me here?

That will be up to your father, my dear. Until they agree to release Ellie, you will remain my guest. It’s as simple as that. Personally, I’d take advantage of your time here. Surely your father can’t afford the luxurious that we have to offer? I expect on his meager salary the best he can afford is a one room apartment.

Have you done anything to my father?

Rest assured, we haven’t harmed your father any more than we had to. He’s quite a large man. He can handle what we give him. Or are you inquiring about whether or not he’s been searching for you?

I know he has! And when he does, you’re going to regret everything that you’ve done!

You know do you? Answer me this then. Why hasn’t he assaulted me or my fellow Knights and forced us to release you? Why have the Horsemen yet to make a move? They haven’t even bothered to inform the authorities. Not that it would make a difference. When you have the type of status that I do, you are able to slightly bend the laws. Allow me to tell you a little bit about your father. From the moment that he stepped foot into Thy WWE, he assumed that he was above the rest of us. He had the gull to demand a shot at the Thy WWE Tag Team championship. My Tag Team championships. He didn’t show me or anyone else the proper respect. That was strike one. I told him to prove to me that he deserved a shot. He didn’t do a damn thing but run his mouth of things that he didn’t understand. He spoke of false information of drug abuse and alcoholism. He attempted to slander my good name and bully his way into challenging for the championship. That was strike number two. Weeks later, he took it upon himself to bring together a band of misfits. They dubbed themselves the Horsemen of Apocalypse. Clearly trying to infuriate me, by ripping off The Knights of the Roundtable. They picked the fight with the wrong men. Yet he did something right. He finally got my attention. Which in my mind, was the biggest mistake he could have ever made. I allowed him to fly under my radar for a few weeks. But I’m sure you know all of this. You may believe that they are searching for you, but they aren’t. Since your departure, they have been putting all of their focus on one thing and one thing only: Ending the reign of the Knights and claiming all of the gold. It appears as though they’re quite happy to be rid of you. Your father isn’t concerned about you. He’s more worried about whether or not he’ll get his shot at me. You were nothing more than a distraction to him Kiara. You may not believe me, but soon enough you’ll see the truth for yourself.

Think of me as a surrogate father Kiara. Don’t think of me as your captor. I truly mean it when I say that I want to be your friend.

Beno rests his left hand on Kiara’s knee. Her head shoots up as she spits in his face. Surging to his feet, Beno kicks the chair over and punches the wall. He seethes as he stares at Kiara, receiving nothing more than a smile. He wipes the spit from his face and flings it to the ground.

You have spunk. I’ll give you that. You’ll thank me later Kiara.

Beno opens the door and it snaps shut behind him.

Daddy….

Scene Five: Induction Into The Knights

The scene opens up with a dimly lit room. The walls are made of polished white stone. A large fireplace dominates a good portion of the northern wall. The fire burns brightly as the logs crackle and smolder. A compilation of shields, long swords, steel maces and various other weapons line the walls. Two complete suites of armor stand on either side of large twin oak door. Each suite of armor possesses a spear that crosses their chest. Portraits of past and current knights fill various spaces on the walls. An obscenely large round wooden table dominates the majority of the room. A multitude of shields and names are carved into the table. A total of 14 polished wooden chairs surround the table. The twin doors open as seven hooded figures and a blindfolded Joey the Bastard enter the room. They lead The Bastard in front of the fire place. They force him to his knees and remove his blindfold. Eyes flickering back and forth, a sense of urgency appears in his eyes. One by one, they shed their hoods. Beno, Brian Gunn, Samuel Barton and Demmie Mae stand side by side as the last two men stand in front of the Knights. The smaller of the two hooded men removes a scroll from underneath the cloak.

: You have proven that you belong within this brotherhood. You did what was asked of you. Now there is only one thing left for you to do. It is time that you pledge your unwavering loyalty to the Roundtable.

He unrolls the scroll.

“God make you a good man and fail not of beauty. The Round Table was founded in patience, humility, and meekness. Thou art never to do outrageousity, nor murder, and always to flee treason, by no means to be cruel, and always to do ladies, damsels, and gentle women succour. Also, to take no battles in a wrongful quarrel for no law nor for no world's goods.

Thous shouldst be for all ladies and fight for their quarrels, and ever be courteous and never refuse mercy to him that asketh mercy, for a knight that is courteous and kind and gentle has favor in every place. Thou shouldst never hold a lady or gentle woman against her will.

Thou must keep thy word to all and not be feeble of good believeth and faith. Right must be defended against might and distress must be protected. Thou must know good from evil and the vain glory of the world, because great pride and bobauce maketh great sorrow. Should anyone require ye of any quest so that it is not to thy shame, thou shouldst fulfil the desire.

Ever it is a worshipful knights deed to help another worshipful knight when he seeth him a great danger, for ever a worshipful man should loath to see a worshipful man shamed, for it is only he that is of no worship and who faireth with cowardice that shall never show gentelness or no manner of goodness where he seeth a man in any danger, but always a good man will do another man as he would have done to himself.

It should never be said that a small brother has injured or slain another brother. Thou shouldst not fail in these things: charity, abstinence and truth. No knight shall win worship but if he be of worship himself and of good living and that loveth God and dreadeth God then else he geteth no worship here be ever so hardly.

An envious knight shall never win worship for and envious man wants to win worship he shall be dishonoured twice therefore without any, and for this cause all men of worship hate an envious man and will show him no favour.

Do not, nor slay not, anything that will in any way dishonour the fair name of Christian knighthood for only by stainless and honourable lives and not by prowess and courage shall the final goal be reached. Therefore be a good knight and so I pray to God so ye may be, and if ye be of prowess and of worthiness then ye shall be a Knight of the Table Round”

As The Bastard repeats the oath, Beno grips his shoulder firmly. The second of the two hooded men walks over to the wall. We get a view of a jewel encrusted long sword hanging on the wall. The man removes the sword and holds it firmly in both hands. He straightens the blade and cuts through the air with it. Hushed whispers and smirks flash across the faces of various Knights. The tip of the sword is places on the left shoulder on Joey the Bastard as he bows his head. Inaudible words are spoken and the other hooded man steps forward. The sword is removed as Joey the Bastard stands. A large golden ring is placed into his hand.

The ring of the Roundtable.

Scene Six: Revelations

The scene opens up in a room lined with glass cases. Trophies of various shapes and sizes fill a large amount of the cases. Championship belts fill another. A desk stands in the corner of the room. In the corresponding corner, a wardrobe stands. Upon the desk lays the Thy WWE Tag Team championships. They appear to be newly polished. Three golden chains with magnificent rings hung around them hang on nails protruding from the wall behind the desk. The door opens swiftly as Beno steps through the door. He studies the room momentarily before sitting on top of the desk.

Last night I experienced a horrific thunderstorm. Lightning flashed every few minutes. The rumbling of the thunder echoed through the night. Rain and hail pounded the roof for the most part of the evening. Trees were blown down in the nearby town. The power was knocked out and there was mild flooding. A storm of this caliber hasn’t been seen for many years. That could only mean one thing. This war between the Knights of the Roundtable, the Resistance and the Horsemen of Apocalypse will reach a critical point at Justice for Some. The signs have pointed to a collision that no one will walk away from unscathed. Bodies will be broken. The time for talking is over. It’s time to show the world why the Knights are the most dominant team to ever grace a Thy WWE ring.

The scene ends as Beno hoists both Thy WWE Tag Team championships into the air.

Scene Seven: The Horsemen of Apocalypse and The Resistance

The scene opens up in the chamber of the Knights of the Roundtable. The Roundtable dominates a good portion of the room. Chairs surround the table. Weapons of all sorts hang from the polished white stone wall. Suites of armor stand guard on both sides of the twin oak doors. The doors stand ajar as Beno steps between them. He’s dressed in a pair of baggy light gray jeans and tan Survivor steel-toe boots. A golden chain hangs loosely around his neck. The magnificent ring of the Knights hangs from the chain. From his belt loop hangs two more golden chains with rings attached to them. A golden diamond encrusted bracelet hangs from his right wrist. A Rolex watch resides on his left wrist. Beno scans the room before taking a seat on one of the oak chairs.

As Justice for Some draws ever so nearer, many things come to mind. Are we really as unstoppable as we think we are? Can the Knights withstand the oncoming assault and walk away with the gold? Do the Resistance and Horsemen really believe that they’re about to put an end to this glorious era? What will become of those who fail? So many questions run amuck throughout the mind. At Justice for Some, nine gladiators will step into the ring. The fate of three championship belts shall be decided. Three separate units will do whatever it takes in order to succeed. For the first time in the history of Thy WWE, everything is on the line. Not only championship belts but pride and honor as well. We all fight for the coveted championships. But there are deeper agendas. The Horsemen and Resistance both fight to rid Thy WWE of the Knights tyranny. The Resistance believes that their fame was stolen from them the moment that Knights came together. The Horsemen just want to be recognized. They fight for selfish reasons. The Knights fight for much more than just gold. Honor, respect and pride are all on the line for us. Respect that our peers should’ve shown us. The Honor of fighting for King Arthur himself. And the pride in knowing that we are the greatest group of men and women to have ever stepped foot in a Thy WWE ring. No one could have comprehended the bigger picture. The Knights had no intention of destroying Thy WWE. We were made out to be villains. So that is what we became. The superstars saw us as a threat that Thy WWE has never faced. They took it upon themselves to slander and belittle us for our dominant ways. They've talked and talked for quite a while. Now it’s time to see if they have the testicular fortitude to back it up.

The Horsemen of Apocalypse as they call themselves are nothing more than wannabe Knights. They formed for the sole purpose to trying to make names for themselves at the expense of the Knights. More or less, my expense. The moment that STRYFE walked through that curtain, he demanded a shot at the Tag Team championship. The lack of respect he showed me that night was inexcusable. He followed that up by slandering my good name with false reports of drug abuse and alcoholism. Then he crossed the line by abducting Ellie. STRYFE, you forced my hand when your daughter was taken. You haven’t accomplished a single thing here in Thy WWE. Yet you think you’re worthy enough to take on the Knights. You couldn't even keep your own daughter safe. What does that tell the world about you? You’re so arrogant and conceded that you care only of yourself and championships. Did you honestly believe that we wouldn't step through the door that you left open for us. You left yourselves open for retaliation. Perhaps I did for a favor in all of this. Maybe now you will have the drive and passion to get the job done. Something your buddy Stalker hasn't been able to do. Stalker won himself the Intercontinental championship at one point in his career. Other than that, he hasn't accomplished a single task. He built himself to become a monster. He's just an over sized child with anger management issues. Stalker, you've lost every match against me. This will be no different.

We move onto Mr. Creed now. A man who has done even less than STRYFE. Like so many other superstars, he has failed to reach even the lowest pinnacle. At his size he might be an excellent ball player. Though his wrestling skills lack immensely. I heard you a few weeks back complaining Creed. You didn’t believe that Bret Hart could slam you on your big ass. Yet that is exactly what happened wasn’t it. You know, it’s quite funny really. You’re a giant yet you allowed yourself to be overcome by a washed up has been. A guy in his late forties at that. You and I have stepped in the ring once before. On that night, neither one of us could gain the upper hand. If we are to step in the ring again I can assure you that I will run you out of Thy WWE for good this time.

Last but not least, we have Danny Daniels. The smallest member of the Horsemen and quite arguable the most talented of the three in the match. Yet just like the rest, he hasn’t accomplished much. A few wins here and there. I give the kid credit though. He had the gull to get in my face. For a kid his size, he didn’t back down. Spirit isn’t going to win you a championship. He looks like he should still be in grade school. Fortunately for you Daniels, I plan on ending this match swiftly. You can either step aside and let the big boys play or I can throw you aside and kick your teeth out. Professional wrestling is for men, not little boys. But don’t fret too much Horsemen. When this is all said and done, you can all clean my horse stables. I can always use a few workers.

A maid struts into the chamber holding a tray containing a pot of tea and a goblet. She sets the tray down and pours the tea. As Beno nods, she makes her way swiftly from the chamber. Picking the goblet up, Beno smirks.

Last week, we assaulted POT for what he claims is for no reason. He believes that we fear losing at Justice for Some. Fear isn’t what motivated the assault on you POT. We were simply making a statement. Did you really think we were going to sit quietly back while you and Kurt Orton main evented? How naïve are you Bob? You should know that when the Knights see an opening, we take it. We don’t waste time ranting when we have the intelligence to make an attack. What better way to make a statement than by assaulting the leader? You should know me well enough to know it was coming. After all, I was the one that ended your Tag Team championship run. I remember it quite fondly. Your partner left you high and dry so you decided to defend the belts on your own. You knew the reputation that Crisis and I had yet you still went through with it. Your arrogance got the better of you that night as I drilled you to the mat with a Beno Bomb and secured my place in the record books. You never got over Barton leaving you. You couldn’t be past those feelings at WrestleMania either. You still saw him as your friend. You truly wanted to believe that. That is why you lost the world championship. It wasn’t because you had an off night. And it wasn’t because the Knights were at ringside. You couldn’t handle the pressure. And you couldn’t fight Barton. You are nothing more than a one hit wonder. You are a disgrace to Thy WWE. Though it’s rather cute when you rap. You remind me of Vanilla Ice. A white man who thinks he’s black. You’ve wasted precious time with that rap shit when you should have been preparing for war.

Beno brings the goblet to his lips and drinks deeply from it. As he sets the goblet down, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

Bret “The Hitman” Hart. He truly was one of the greatest during his time. He competed all over the world and held countless championship belts. He was a King of the Ring winner. He won a Slammy award as well. His career is unmatched by anyone in this sport. Yet he just couldn’t give it up. During this age, new generations of superstars were born. A breed of highly skilled warriors who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. You come from a period of wrestling that saw matches that had no style or charisma. That is irrelevant right now. The point is that you saw the need to make a return and steal the spotlight from the younger talent. You couldn’t let go that you were no longer a top dog in this sport. The fact that the world had forgotten about you just tore you up. You made the grave mistake of challenging the Knights. You and Jim managed to get a match with me and a partner of my choosing. Everyone assumed I was going to choose a fellow Knight. No one could have foreseen how Joey the Bastard was corrupted. The beat down the week before wasn’t a punishment. It was his initiation. His Knighthood was earned when he turned his back on the fans as we coasted to the finish line. The look on your face was priceless Bret. This should prove a valuable lesson. Never underestimate the Knights of the Roundtable. The extent of our coercion is unrivaled. What you should have done is stayed home. I’d rather not send someone at your age to an early grave. I don’t want to put you in a retirement home. But truth be told, that is where you belong. Not in a wrestling ring. What you need to do is come to terms with your limitations. In your prime, I’d say that you had a relative chance at walking out with a championship. But at you current age and shape, you’re going to do your team more harm than good. I won’t drag the match on too long for you Bret. Just long enough to prove my point. Consider it a mercy killing of sorts.

The final man that stands in the way of the Knights is Jacob Senn. Out of all of my opponents, Jacob is by far the most talented one of them all. A former two time Intercontinental champion and Money in the bank winner. He’s shown considerable courage and humility. He’s proven himself time and time again that he can run with the big dogs. Yet it remains to be seen whether or not he can win the big one. A man of his stature shouldn’t be against the Knights. He has every quality that would make him a perfect candidate for knighthood. One day he may be the face of the franchise. But if he wants to achieve that, he has to dethrone the Knights. As time has proven, that is a near impossible task. When Jacob first entered the company, he formed his own little group known as Eternal. I single handedly defeated the entire stable in a gauntlet match. A few weeks later, they disbanded. You have all the talent in the world Jacob. I’ll give you that. But you don’t know what to do with it. You and the Resistance cannot coexist. You continue to bicker and fight amongst yourselves. Unity is what will determine the outcome of the match. That fact that none of you can stand each other is proof enough that you will walk away with your heads hung in shame. I expected more from someone who claims to be the next WWE champion. With this victory Senn, your hopes and dreams will all come crashing down. That band of misfits you call the Resistance is just plain pitiful.

Beno pauses for dramatic effect.

At the end of the night, the Knights of the Roundtable will once again reign supreme over Thy WWE. We have ushered in a new era of professional wrestling. Every obstacle that has been thrown in our path has been dealt with. As the final bell tolls, The Knights will ride off with all of the gold.

The scene ends as Beno fingers the ring around his neck.

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19th December 2012
Stamford Conneticut

Scene opens up on Stalker Knight walking down an unidentified street. Stalker is looking at both sides of the street and takes in the exquisite and huge mansions that line each side of the road. Stalker after a few minutes of taking in the sites, turns to the camera as the audio fades in.

Beautiful and majestic aren't these mansions? I'd certainly say so. Though, I wouldn't know what it feels like to live in manors like these. See, the way I was raised was a simple way. I was taught that you only live off what you need. My father, a wrestler lived most of his life off the salary that is provided for a rookie. Now, given near the end of his career due to the increased prices in certain commodities and the fact that he had a son, and a daughter, he had to up what he was willing to pay to live. So for the last few years lived, with a family, on the salary of a mid-uppercard guy. It wasn't easy being the kid without the newest kicks or the designer Nirvana shirts celebrating Kobain's death, but somehow I survived and I flourished because of it. Though, not everyone is raised by albeit penny pinching, yet smart parents. Some people are raised in a certain way which fosters the potential for those to become something their parents hope they're not -- arrogant and greedy among other things. In other words, they become almost unmentionables, but remain in society due to their wealth and desire to crush everything they see in their path. My Father was not an extravagant man by any means however it became clear why when he handed Myself and Destiny the keys to P.C.W.

Stalker stops in front of one of the many mansions that line the current street he is on and sits on the curb which appears to be ornately painted further pointing to the lavish lifestyle the inhabitants of the street live. Stalker quickly throws his arm out highlighting the mansion behind him.

Does this look familiar B.G.? Likely not as it isn't YOUR mansion per se, but it is YOUR lifestyle, am I wrong? Don't worry, that question is rhetorical, so you don't have to answer it. Behind me and all around me is the lifestyle you live now. It's a lifestyle which some view as the American dream, but can also be viewed as what is wrong with certain people, in this instance, you. While I don't remember you living this life previously B.G., it certainly seems as if in the past year you have certainly upgraded a few things. From some of the research I've done on you recently, it appears as if you've done well for yourself and you've broken through that glass ceiling and are now a millionaire, if not more. I applaud you for becoming rich beyond your dreams. It truly is great when a kid like you makes it truly become great at your craft. Or at least that's what will be said after the fact. There is one thing that I'm seeing in you now that I didn't see before. Opulence. You're rich beyond your needs at this point. You've done what you've wanted to. You're a household name, though there is an issue at hand which you cannot see past your stacks of dollar bills.

The camera closes in on Stalker as his voice lowers and his eyes go from accomodating to the cold, assassin like determination we're used to seeing from Stalker .

You're living almost beyond your means, ability wise, at this point. Your ability has brought you to a certain point, which is fine, though, given your weak competition and the Knights throwing more money at you then what you deserve, the appearance of never ending money and fame is about to end. When you lose, and you will, you will NEVER be looked at the same again by anyone. Not even Arthur. Arthur covets trophies like you. Right now, you're the best you'll ever be, but you're not as good as the shine that comes off of you. Underneath that brilliant shine is a man who is still rough around the edges and given your arrogance, you will never be any better. After Justice for Some, you will be exposed for what you really are. Do you think someone like Arthur will want to hitch his wagon to someone who has recently shown kinks in his armor? I'd likely think not, but then again, Arthur is a sly fox isn't he? I can see it now, Arthur cowering at potentially my feet or Creed's, or Danny’s feet asking for mercy when Arthur's subconsciously handpicked warrior falls at our feet.

Stalker stands up and begins to walk the way in which he entered the street. With his eyes focused on the territory in front of him, arms held behind his back, he continues to talk. As he begins to talk, it's obvious his tone has gone from anger to a softer, more friendly tone.

Though, let me be honest B.G.. This isn't the man I'm used to. You've let all this opulence go to your head. At first when I was confronted with bringing you down, I balked, because you were one of the few people in the business I held above all others. We were almost the same you and I. Yes, our path to the upper crust of life differed from each other, but the fact that we rose to the top around the same time further indicates that we were very similar in ability and what we believed. You had a different mindset. While I'm not a historian and can't speak to your career pre-Thy, I know you came into Thy with your success your eyes and doors had been opened, but you had yet to take that step. It's obvious to me now you've taken that step through the door and crossed the threshold into a mindset in which I don't think you ever would have before. You could say that you came off as grounded, never letting the initial rush of fame get to your head. Though, much like other people in other professions who come into fame, you fell prey to one, if not more, of the deadly sins. That's ok, because you're not too far gone or deep into it that it cannot be changed. I just hope that come Justice for Some, you allow me to show you the same compassion you would show someone who needed the help you need.

The last few words of Stalker ’s statement trail off as the scene fades to black.
19th December 2012
Plainsfield, New Jersey

The scene reopens to later that day in Stalker Knight’s home. Destiny, and Stryfe are setting up for Christmas . . . Stalker however is not. We see Stalker sitting in a brown, leather couch with a remote in hand and his attention on the TV. Without looking at the camera, Stalker acknowledges said camera crew by seemingly continuing to speak from where he left off as the doorbell rings and Destiny goes to answer it.

You know B.G., I can say I was almost surprized. You backed yourself up recently by giving me plenty of respect. Though, this strange format of match could have grave consequences on your chances of regaining your Championship. Now, I know you, you’ll be prepared.

Stalker raises his remote and hits a button on it. The camera crew is unable to pick up the garbled audio, but it is believed to be a compilation of promotional material and other items of B.G. and the Knights.

You know, the Knights were right. I didn’t defeat him THEN when the ultimate prize was on the line and that was on me, my preparation and where I was at during my career. I am willing to say I was not ready to step into the spotlight and face a man like Anger. It takes a big man to admit when he wasn’t ready for something. I will say this, someone had to stand up to you back then, unfortunately, while I was the guy, I didn’t get the job done. However, that’s OVER. You can’t take what happened and superimpose that over what is happening now. In the time since we last stood toe to toe, you have changed, I have changed. We have had our experiences which has enriched our capabilities in the ring and sharpened our wrestling acumen. To believe I am the same man I was back then is a fools thought.

Stalker puts down the remote and pulls out his cell phone. He clicks around until he finds what he is looking for.

B.G., while no one likes to be disrespected, you have made your feelings on K.O. very clear. If I read between the lines, it’s obvious that you felt he was not worth of being afforded a title shot.

Stalker thrusts his arms outward and chuckles.
Isn’t that what I said?

Stalker shakes his head back and forth as he pockets his cell phone and goes back to the remote. He mashes a button on it and stares at the screen for a few moments before mashing another button.

You and the Knights said War was coming to Thy. Man, you pulled some Miss Cleo type of stuff out of your Asses on that one. How did you know I was coming for you? Oh that’s right you took me out mere days after the biggest win of my Thy W.W.E. career.

Brief chuckle.

Though you further insinuate that you will wage war on the very same company that put you up on a pedestal. You ask the roster if they wants to go to war with you and obviously they did not realize what they were getting into, but I do. You want to wage a real war? You should try to wage it against someone who goes by the Lord of DEATH. You want war, I’ll GIVE you war! I have seen the sadistic things you have done. I’d be telling a little white lie if I said it didn’t excite me to see such things done. Though, the things you have done are mere child’s play to what I have done and still am very capable of doing. When kids pick on smaller kids in school, the common refrain is ‘pick on someone your own size.’ Well, that refrain rings here. You should try to wage war against someone as experienced as you, as deadly and capable of destruction as you. Luckily for you, here I am. I believe you are pathetic for not being paranoid. I don’t see the logic in not thinking everyone else is out to get you. Hell your buddy went out and got ME! Next person he could get would be your childhood best friend or your mother! There is no end to how paranoid I would be. When you’re on top, everyone wants to knock you down. You already realize that, but for some reason, you feel not like you need to look over your shoulder constantly. That’s admirable I guess.

Stalker puts down the remote and turns to the camera for the first time. Destiny walks back into the room with Mr. Creed and an as of yet unknown man. The three of them begin working on the Christmas decorating. Stalker ignores them and goes back to his monolouge.

B.G., please keep with the mentality that I am the same person I was when all this started. That will get you as far as K.O. parading around as a legitimate wrestler or Bret believing he has not outlived his time. Know this, times change, I’ve changed. I’ve already taken into account your growth in the ring. I’ve been watching and taking notes for a while. This will not be easy for you, but it was never intended to be easy. On the flipside, I realize this will not be easy for me either. I am ok with that. I’ve been through wars with other people where it’s gotten to trench warfare and don’t forget that is my home. If I need to break a few of my bones to ultimately win and incapacitate you, I will do it. I still consider you a brother in arms if you will. I realize why I must do this. You, unfortunately, do not see why this needs to be done.

Stalker appears to consolingly shake his head from left to right a few times.

That’s ok. There are times where we all are blinded by ourselves. Some more than others. Just know this, while the Knights say it’s destiny that we will bow to you again, it’s also destiny that I continue on with my fight until I finish what I came to do. Of course, that’s assuming you come out on top, which I have already decreed as not going to happen. Remember, you asked for war, now it’s time for you to see the horrors which war brings.

Stalker turns his attention back to the TV and mashes a button on the remote as the scene fades to the below script.

20th December 2012

The scene opens with a shot of the night sky. Stars and clouds fill the sky, and peeking through the clouds is a nearly full moon. The light from the moon illuminates the ground below, and now we can see we are in the middle of a graveyard. In the distance, a faint whistling sound can be heard traveling through the air. As time passes, the whistling becomes louder and louder, as if the source of the sound is getting closer. A few more moments pass, and now a figure appears in the light of the moon. As the figure approaches, it can be seen that it is obviously a man. He is wearing jeans and a black long sleeved tshirt. The whistling is coming from him. Finally, he approaches the camera, raising his head revealing the face of Stalker Knight. Knight ceases whistling in order to let out a wicked laugh, before abruptly stopping, expressing a stoic look on his face, and beginning to speak.

Whistling while walking through the graveyard, that is what you’re doing Senn.

Stalker smirks. He leans up against a large gravestone and continues to speak.

I speak metaphorically of course Senn. Let me explain it to you. When one has a phobia of walking among the dead, they blissfully whistle in an attempt to convince themselves and those around them that they carry no fear. That is what you have done with your words Senn. You have created such an illusion of confidence, that was so damn good, for a second, even I believed you think you’re going to take the Championship, but that’s just not true, is it? No, Senn, you feel the dreading sense of impending doom and to try to counterbalance that terrible fear, you have put on a mask of false bravado to try to convince yourself, and those who have put all of their faith in you, that you have a legitimate chance, but you don’t, and deep down in your soul, you know that to be true. You’ll never admit it publicly, but, in the safety of your own psyche, you have said it over and over again, “I can’t beat Stalker Knight . . . I can’t beat B.G., I can’t beat any of theses guys.” This is the cold hard truth, and deep down inside, I think, or at least I hope, you have already accepted that. So you can talk all you want, but in reality, we both know that the better man will win at Justice for Some, and that is me.

Stalker smirks. He seems to be enjoying antagonizing yet another of his Justice for Some’ opponents. Suddenly, though, his smirk disappears and he becomes very serious.

Senn, this isn’t about B.G. or ANYONE else. This isn’t about money or a lavish lifestyle, or the pathetic, average life that you live. This is about me and it’s about obtaining the richest prize in our industry. You don’t need to worry about anything else, you just need to worry about the fact that when that bell rings, you will be standing across the ring from an absolute monster. A man that will go to any measures to achieve success in this business. But more so than that, you will be standing across the ring from a man who is simply the personification of greatness. am the best Senn and if that’s not good enough for you, then so be it. If you don’t think that I am what I say I am, which is the absolute best, then here is your chance to prove me wrong. And I invite you to do just that, prove…me…wrong. Now you have to look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, can you do that? Can you prove me wrong? Can I be proven wrong? The answer is no, not by you, nor by anyone else. You are going to be flattened, just like in the past when you tried to step up to me. I’m the Horseman of DEATH . . . the Horsemen of Apocalypse leader for a reason, and I am going to physically show you that reason at Justice for Some. You think you’ve been to war before? You think you’ve felt pain? Hah! Anything that you have been through in your career, or your pathetic life will be child’s play compared to what happens at Justice for Some. You’re right about one thing, this will be a battle that will probably nearly kill us all. I’m ready for whatever you can throw at me, but I don’t think you can say the same. I don’t see anything in you that makes me think you can do anything significant. Perhaps you do, and you’re confidence, be it real or manufactured, is admirable, but, you will be ended by the better man.

Stalker looks up at the night sky. The moon light bounces off his face, creating shadows which distort his face, making him look more monster than man. He takes a deep breath and continues to speak.

Maybe we will always be connected because of our past. But sister, you are nothing more than another obstacle, another enemy for me to vanquish. And I assure you, vanquish you I will. I’m going to paint the town with the blood of Senn, and I am going to love every second of it. I will not let the Knights or the Resistance win. You have made a grave mistake by accepting an alliance with P.O.T.. I will punish you for those sins, and when I’m through with you, you will never be the same. This is my time, and there is just no room for the likes of you. I am going to dominate you like you’ve never been dominated before, and deep down inside, you know it. So, keep on whistling as you make your way through that perilous graveyard, but come Justice for Some, no false confidence can save you. Come Justice for Some, your hopes and dreams of pushing me off the edge flat line and die. Come Justice for Some, you are mine, and there is no escape until I decide to put you out of your misery. See you at Justice for Some Jacob Senn. Be prepared for war.

Stalker lets out a small laugh. He then turns around and starts walking back through the graveyard. Once again, he begins his eerie whistling as the scene fades to black.


The camera opens in the garage of Stalker Knight. He is told the camera is on and begins to speak.

Hahahahaha.....The Resistance ...... Hahahahahaha .....Who the hell are you kidding P.O.T. .... Please save me the PAINFUL BULLSHIT! Resistance indeed! Who the hell are you trying to fool. Before three weeks ago I never thought twice when I heard your name. The name P.O.T sounds more like the name of a new virus for Gods sake. Think about it.

Stalker is smirking with confidenece.

Listen carefully P.O.T. I don't care if your Hulk Hogan or Ric Flair the bottom line is your just another name You come in here and you go one on one with K.O. and you think your a God cause he didn't beat your ass. Guess what? Your nothing but a damn wanna be. Brian Gunn can run circles around your ass on his worst day even if you were on your best. Yeah punk you heard me right. Gunn is better then you on any day. As for that matter P.O.T. so are Creed, Daniels, Beno, and J.T.B.. Do us all a favor P.O.T.. Save that crap I know you’re going to spew from your mouth about being a living legend. Its all in the past and doesn't mean shit. Concentrate on the now. Worry about what’s ahead of you not behind you. Besides every time I hear one of you old guys that return hear its always the same old talk and i usually fall asleep halfway through the damn promo. Get it P.O.T. .....BORING............!

Stalker smirks.

You think just because you captured that belt from The baby K.O. that it makes you a better then anyone else. Your full of it and you’re going to find out that Stalker Knight is NOBODY’S bitch. I got your number. You’re nothing but a has been and yesterdays old news. Yes you were great in your day and you did it all but that was a long time ago. Now your facing bigger names then You have ever faced before. This time your facing Stalker Knight and the H.o.A. like it or not you son of a bitch I am the better of the two of us.

Stalker is so confident he just cant shut up.
You may have been the man you over rated and over confident has been but that is old news. I am the future because I am much more driven and much better then you were or ever will be. P.O,T. you are a joke and I will show you on 12/23/12/ in New York, New York that you would have been a lot better off just staying home. You should be ashamed of yourself just forget it....your glory days are gone and guys like me are going to surpass you in your once greatness.

As Stalker speaks he is really feeling that he knows what he is talking about and continues.

Sure you were great and you did do great things to help this sport. There is no doubt in my mind but you’re missing the big point.

Stalker Grins.

Get the hell out of the way and let the H.o.A. take your place. Its our time and your just holding us up. In my opinion your doing what i refer to as a Ric Flair. You’re past your prime and had your day but your still ass kissing just to get a few more moments in the spot light and by doing that your holding back the much better talent then you. Stop doing the Ric Flair ass kissing and just leave already you sorry son of a bitch. I don't want to hear about how great you think you are. Just shut your mouth you bastard and see if you can do your best to intimidate me. Give it your best shot but I don't care. To the world your P.O.T. but to me your just another Victim.

Stalker looks into the camera and glares hard.

YOU BETTER BE PREPARED P.O.T. BECAUSE YOUR DAYS ARE VERY VERY SHORT.

sTALKER begins to get more intense.

So how about it? Why don't you try to scare me by bragging about something different then all your so called accomplishments. I have heard that line a thousand times before and it really gets tiring so how about using a new scare tactic. I am not talking about the scare tactic were you look in the mirror and see yourself staring back you yourself either. I mean Jesus man that alone would win the match if that was the case. Why don't you tell me what your going to do to us? I don't mean your fantasies either. Why don't you just tell us what your going to do to make us regret ever getting in the ring with you? Com on you over rated son of a bitch tell me now!

Stalker seems to be really lived with rage.

You don't need to worry about any 3x3x3 match because I am more then all the competition you need. I am not the bad boy but the real bad man of Thy and if I have to I will hit you hard enough with a steel chair you will be lucky if you ever wake from the coma I put you into. Trust me you walked right into a hornets nest and you are going to be nothing but a victim. You are now on the H.o.A’s hit list and you will get executed ...APOCALYPSE STYLE!

Stalker smirks.

Get that camera out of my face.

Stalker turns and walks away. Scene ends.

21st December 2012

The scene opens to a sea of people in front of a stage. The people consist of mostly reporter types with microphones, voice recorders and notepads in hand. They look as if they are waiting on something. Suddenly, chatter begins and camera bulbs begin flashing as Stalker Knight makes his way across the stage. Stalker is well-dressed in a custom, expensive suit. Becks flanks Stalker. Stalker and Becks walk to the center of the stage where a podium with microphones is set up. Becks speaks.

Mr. Kinght will now take your questions.

Excitement fills the crowd as reporters frantically raise their hands hoping to be called upon. Becks nods towards a portly man who excitedly begins to address Stalker.

Well Stalker, I was just wondering…

The man is cut off by a furious Stalker Knight.

Listen here, to you, my name is Mr. Knight. You will address me in this manner or you will not address me at all.

The man appears flustered.

I’m..I’m sorry An…Mr. Knight. I was just wondering what you intend to do at Justice for some I mean you have the Knights and the resistance. And then there’s the matter of the Knights kidnapping Kiara.

Stalker appears annoyed by the question.
It’s simple. The Knights think they’re above the law. They think they can do whatever they please without having to worry about repercussions but this time they messed with the wrong person. I told them they didn’t know what they were calling down upon themselves. Beno you’re going to regret most of all the decision to abduct my little girl.

But, Mr. Knight, who were the Knights referring to? Who is the higher power?

I’ll answer your question with a question of my own. Are you an idiot? What the hell did I just say? THERE IS NO HIGHER POWER! The Knights are morons. They continue to spew ignorant garbage. They are nothing more than a paranoid piece of excrement, and this week I kick thebrotherhood right out of their sorry heads.

Another reporter is selected to ask a question.

What is your strategy this week in this match?

Becks then nods to another reporter.

My question is, how can you even stand here in front of us, or even look yourself in the mirror while your daughter is in the hands of the Knights?

Stalker appears surprised by this question.

Come again?

Your match with the Resistance and The Knights. How can you focus when your teenaged daughter is God knows where? What is your strategy?

Stalker appears taken aback, as if he wasn’t aware of the match.

I will not stand here and be vilified for my actions. I will field no more questions on the matter. Mr. Becks will field questions from here on out.

With that Stalker leaves the stage. The scene then fades away. We come back to Stalker sitting alone on a folding chair in a poorly lit room. The room is surrounded by chain link fence. He gets up from the chair and walks to the fence. He grabs ahold of it as a sinister smile creeps across his face.

So this is what it comes to Hell…

Stalker turns away from the fence and back to the camera.

The three powers of Thy The Knights, the Resistance, and the H.,o.A, three greats, locked in a brutal war, like nothing more than animals. Animals Beno, you and I will be oarading around for the entertainment of these people like common beasts. But when you look at, that really is what we are, isn’t it? When it really comes down to it, we’re both animals. Animals don’t think about their actions. Rather, they act on instinct. Animals don’t question whether what they are doing is the “right” thing to do. They don’t question the morality of their actions, no, they just act. That’s what we do, the both of us., A month ago your instincts told you to kidnap my Kiara. Morals didn’t come into play. No ethics were involved. You simply did what you felt you needed to do, much like this week when I destroy the Knights. I won’t consider anything but my own benefit in this attack, and there is nothing more animalistic than that. And Hell, I can admit, I respect you for that. I respect the animal that you are; I respect the monster within you. No, I fully respect what you are capable of. But this Hell, this is a mistake. Locking yourself inside a steel cage with me is a grave, deadly mistake.

Stalker’s eyes fill with evil as he glides his hand across the cold steel of the chain link fence.

You see, I know that I am in your head. I know that night after night you wake up to your own blood curdling scream as cold, panicked sweat drips down your brow because once again, you’ve dreamt of me. Once again you’ve had to relive my wrath and no matter what you do you can’t escape. I know that you think standing against your demon will halt the nightmares, but it won’t. Stepping into a ring with me won’t cease the nightmares Hell, it will only serve to amplify them. An animal is at its most dangerous when it is at its most vulnerable. think I’m pretty damn vulnerable. What that means is that I am not at all responsible for my actions. What I do inside that ring to get back my little Angel is not on my shoulders. I promise you’re in for Hell, you will feel the wrath of a veritable DEMON. And the longer this match goes, the more I will be favored. The more pain you put on me, the more dangerous I become. There’s nothing worse than a wounded animal. So as you desperately try to shake me from your nightmares, as you launch me into the ropes, as you rake my back across the coals, as you spill my blood, know that you are only making things worse for yourself. A wounded animal is a desperate animal, and Hell, just think of the kind of sick things I could be capable of if I become desperate I will do anything to come out on top this week, even if it means putting an end to your incredible career. Coming into this match, you’re damaged goods. Physically, you are fine. It is mentally where the most damage is done. Your ego is severely impaired the mystique of the Knights vanquished. You were revealed to be not supernatural, but mortal. Skin and bones, that’s all you are, just like the rest of us. The unbeatable aura that use to radiate from you is gone, and you will never get it back. This week I hijack your legacy. It belongs to me. And after the things I do to you this week, I will own not just your legacy, but your soul. After I spill your blood and beat you down to the point that you can’t stop me from my goals, the world will see once and for all that Beno is good, but STALKER KNIGHT is WRESTLING ROYALTY. You made a feeble attempt to try and regain your prestige by ordering the abduction of my daughter, but you know as well as I do that not one member of the Knights is in my league. You had your time at the top, now it’s mine. You’ve been on a pedestal here in Thy since day one, that ends Sunday. I’m going to knock you right off that pedestal, and it is a very, very long way down. I said I respect you, and that wasn’t a lie. I do. I absolutely respect you. But no matter how much respect I have for you, I’m still just a low down, no good, DEMON, and I will not hesitate to take you behind the shed and end you like the dog that you are.

Stalker glares into the camera with intense, evil eyes. He once again runs his hand across the steel fencing and smiles at the thought of the damage he can cause inside a steel cage.

So, do all you can to prepare for Justice for Some, because it will no doubt be a war. I would even hazard to say that when the final bell rings, neither of us will ever be the same again. But here’s the cold, hard fact. When the final bell rings, once again, I will be a winner, and that makes you the loser. I will take ownership of your legacy. I will remain in your nightmares. And I will finally stand front and center, by myself, as THE top star in this company. There’s nothing you can do about it, it’s my time now. We’re animals, the both of us, and the animal kingdom goes by Darwin’s Law. In this world, it’s survival of the fittest, and, I’m a survivor.

Stalker gives the camera one last evil glare. He then begins to laugh a demented laugh as the scene fades.

Scene opens up as Stalker Knight slowly walks backstage at some local indy wrestling show. As Stalker walks through the curtains, he is stopped by a man in blue jeans and a tucked in black shirt. The man simply holds up his hand and Stalker stops immediately. The unknown man turns and walks through the backstage area with Stalker following behind him. Gasps and aws are heard from crew and competitors alike as Stalker walks past them. Despite the attention, Stalker 's eyes remain focused ahead and he does not respond to anyone who wishes to gain his attention. A few minutes later, Stalker and the man stand at the loading dock where Stalker enters the back of a windowless, black van and sits on a bench inside of it. Stalker holds out his wrists and they are promptly cuffed and chained to the floor. The rear door of the van remains open as the man leaves, but Stalker keeps his stare on the interior van in front of him. An unknown amount of time goes by before another figure appears. This time, like the last, the figure is unknown to the viewer. As the figure stands in the doorway to the van, the identity of the man is unknown as the light wraps around the figure forcing said figure to appear dark. As quickly as he came, the man begins to speak.

Man: I brought you here for ONE reason and ONE reason alone. Destruction. Not just the Knights, not just others who want to be like him...but Arthur too. Do you understand?

Stalker simply nods his head.
Man: Do as I've asked and all will be forgiven.

Stalker again nods as the man steps away from the van and slams the doors shut. Moments later, the engine of said van can be heard coming to life. A quick jolt sways Stalker to one side, but he quickly regains his balance . Scene fades out.

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22nd December 2012
Unknown Location

The scene opens in a dimly lit room. The walls are covered with dust and cobwebs. It comes across as more of a dungeon than an actual room. The only source of light in the room comes from a flickering light bulb. In the center of the room, in a metal folding chair, directly under the light, like a criminal in an interrogation room, sits Stalker Knight. Shadows creep across Stalker’s face, making him look more like a monster than a man. In Stalker’s lap sits a book, which he picks up upon seeing the camera. He opens to a marked page and begins quietly reading aloud, barley breaching the sound of a whisper.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…”

After reading the first two lines of the Marianne Williamson poem, Stalker stops abruptly and tosses the book aside before continuing to speak.

Don’t get too excited, because no, this is not Thy’s newest web show “Poetry Hour With Stalker Knight.” No, it’s just something about this poem grabs my attention, the concept of fear. Fear is such a complex and mysterious thing. Fear can hold a person back from reaching their true potential, or fear can drive a person to achieve greatness. But the greatest power of fear is that it exists in everyone. Every single person on this earth fears something. No matter what false sense of security we cloak ourselves in there is always a dent in our armor of bravado. There is always at least one fear nestled within the confides of our souls. Yes, even a great warrior like J.T.B. has fear in his heart.

An evil look overtakes Stalker’s face at the mention of the man.

Now on the surface, J.T.B. looks like an absolutely fearless man. I mean, what could this man have to fear? He’s big, he’s powerful, he’s athletic. J.T.B. is everything a true wrestling superstar should be. When I came to the Thy, I made the statement that nobody here is in my league. Before the Thy cameras, I will admit that said statement was an ego driven hyperbole. The number is small, but I see J.T.B. as one man who is worthy of my time. But yet, at the same time, I see a man who has underachieved. I see a man who lives below his true potential, and I ask myself why. Why is this the case? Why is J.T.B. not an undefeated, unstoppable monster? And then last week, the answer became painfully apparent. The thing that holds J.T.B. back is the very thing that is in fact his deepest fear.

Stalker pauses momentarily to let his words be digested before continuing.

What hefears is the imaginary line that exists in the wrestling world, the line between good and bad, right and wrong, admirable and despicable. He isn’t afraid to blur the line but he is afraid to leap across that line like a lioness on its prey and do something so stomach churning and awful that people are afraid to even say his name. I’ll admit, when it was all said and done, I felt nothing but respect for both of these men. But then, something happened that almost made me vomit. After beating the holy hell out of one another, the Knights and J.T.B. decided to act like a couple high school buddies and toss back a couple beers. That’s when I knew J.T.B. was weak and fearful. J.T.B., when Barton offered you that spot, you should have caved his face in and left him lying in a heap of blood and beer suds, but you didn’t. And why? Because, like I said, you are afraid to cross the line. You’re afraid to step on toes. You’re afraid to do what you have to do in order to get to the top, no matter how evil or underhanded in may be. I’m not. Not at all. There is no line I won’t cross. Because I am not afraid. I’m not afraid to cross that line. I’m not afraid to be underhanded. I’m not afraid to be “the bad guy.” Sure, some may call my actions cowardly, but I call then genius. I call them the reason that I am at the level of excellence that I am. People can call my attacks cowardly all they want. They can call me a coward and a cheap shot artist, but guess what, I don’t care, because it wasn’t the cowardly, smarmy, son of a bitch Stalker Knight who was lying in a pool of his own blood, slipping in and out of consciousness, no, instead, it was the honorable warrior, the great and mighty Knights. If you want to beat me, you’re going to have to stoop down to my level, and you’re too afraid to do that. This isn’t about honor, dignity, or pride, it’s about results, and I get results. It’s not about being the better man, it’s about simply being better, and I’m the best. I’m in your head I entered, and no matter what you do, you can’t get me out. I know for a fact that you want to destroy me. I know that you want to wrap your hands around my throat and choke the life out of me. To put it simple, I know you want to kick my ass. And guess what, you probably will. At Justice for Some, you will tear me to pieces. I tasted your blood, and, I’d put money on the fact that you’ll get a taste of mine. Getting out of bed Monday morning will be a lot harder for me than it will be for you. But when I wake up on Monday morning, no matter how hard it is for me to move, no matter how much my head is throbbing, no matter how swollen my face is, I will wake up the winner. I will wake the Thy W.W.E. Champion. I will wake up as the man who slayed the dragon known as J.T.B.. You’re a vengeful man who’s too afraid to do the horrible things necessary to get that vengeance, and I will take advantage of that. So while you will make me feel the pain, you’re hesitation to act on your animal instincts will be your down fall, and I will take advantage. There will be absolutely no hesitation on my part, none whatsoever. The first chance I get to take you out, no matter by what means, I will do it. Whatever it takes, I will put you down like the dog that you are. You won’t go to the limits to taste victory that I will J.T.B. I win by all means necessary. And with a victory over a top dog like you under my belt, the world will have no choice but to accept me as the new face of this company. To me, the fans don’t matter, and the respect of the boys in the back doesn’t matter. All that matters is the W in the record book and the paycheck and power that comes with it. All that matters is the that the Era of the Horsemen of Apocalypse continues its advancements. So whether I have to do something as miniscule as slip a foot on the bottom rope for leverage to pin your shoulders to the mat, or something as drastic as snapping your neck like a piece of rotted wood so you simply can no longer continue to fight me, I swear to God I will do it. I will defeat you, there is no doubt in my mind. The only question I have is, after the match, will your greatest fear still be crossing the line between good and evil, or will your greatest fear be Stalker Knight?
Stalker flashes the camera a smug smile. He lets out a laugh.

So, I advise you to be prepared for anything come Justice for Some, well, everything except victory, because I assure you that will not be happening. This company belongs to us now, and this pedestal just isn’t big enough for us and you as well. I will send you crashing back down to earth where you belong. I know you won’t step aside, which is why, I will toss you aside, by any means necessary. It’s my time now, just accept it. And accept your destiny, because there is simply no avoiding it. And your destiny at Justice for Some J.T.B., is simple… LIGHTS OUT!

Stalker lets out a laugh before flicking the room’s lone light bulb off, leaving the camera picking up nothing but pitch blackness as the scene fades away.


23rd December 2012

The scene opens in a dimly lit room. The room gives off a very dreary and depressing vibe. Cobwebs and dust line the floors and the walls. It appears the room is a basement of sorts. Off to the right, we see the shadowy figure of none other than Stalker Knight leaning against a wall. Knight is wearing a white wife beater and jeans. His usual clean cut appearance has been replaced by a fuzzy, unkempt beard and messy hair. He has a very uneasy look in his eyes as he stares at the Thy W.W.E. Championship, which he is holding. The belt gives an eerie glow on his face, giving him an almost demon-like appearance. Knight sees the camera and smirks. He throws the belt over his shoulder and begins to speak.

You know, there’s been a whole lot of chatter going around in Thy the past couple of weeks. I’m not scared, I’m not paranoid. There is no sense of concern in my brain. No, the fact is, as the clock ticks and Justice for Some comes closer and closer, I am more confident than I have ever been in my life.

Stalker’s messy appearance would suggest otherwise and the unease in his voice suggests that his is trying to convince himself of his confidence just as much as he is trying to convince everyone else.
Now don’t get me wrong, I do believe I have reason to feel that my back is against the wall. I mean, look at what I’ve done. For starters, I’ve thoroughly pissed off B.G.. Look at what the Knights did to Kiara a few weeks back. They did that to get to me. I’ve caused Beno to absolutely snap and, to be quite frank, he wants to absolutely destroy me. So, let’s do a head count here, I have a maniac with multiple personalities who wants me destroyed, a clown trying to beat me, and a presumably angry billionaire coming to face me head on, if he has the balls that is. So yeah, maybe my back is against the wall just a tiny bit, but that doesn’t change a thing. A cornered animal is the most dangerous animal, and that is why at Justice for Some, I will do what I always do, which is simply be the best. Even the Self proclaimed Best there is Best there was, and Best there ever will be can’t stop me from doing that, and if he tries he will be dealt with in the most unpleasant of ways. The Resistance can’t stop me from doing that. And the Knights sure as hell can’t stop me from doing that. Hart, your time is running out. Tonight, the hiding is over. I am going to stop you before you even begin. I am going to eliminate you from this company and punish you for your transgressions. Just accept it Bret, your end is coming.
Stalker smiles into the camera. He licks his lips, as if the thought of hurting Bret Hart actually makes him salivate. He then continues to speak.

How about this? The fact is, everyone was right when they said you shouldn’t even be number one contender. You’re so far below me it’s laughable. You’re not in my league. I’m going to beat you Hart, because that’s what I do. I am so sure of it that I am willing to put my Career on the line. If you pin me or make me submit then I will walk away from Thy FOREVER.

Stalker glares into the camera with fiery eyes.

Now Hart, I talk down to you, I call you a clown, I point out your faults, but the fact is, you’re an admirable person. Really, you are. I mean look at you. Aside from the fact that you’re a decrepit old hack, you’re a pretty average guy. You’re just a middle of the pack kind of person, but you haven’t let that hold you back. You shoot for the stars, and you’ve even reached them on occasion. Despite being merely average, you are a former World Champion, and that is impressive. You have a never die attitude and a great work ethic, and I applaud you for that. But really, at the end of the day Bret, you are really just another person chasing the American Dream, trying desperately to catch it, trying desperately to achieve it. But therein lies the problem my friend, because you see, the American Dream is a fraud.

An evil smile creeps across Stalker’s face.

That’s right Hart, the American Dream, that thing you work so damn hard to achieve, is fake. You’re stuck in “The Little Engine That Could” mindset that says if you try your best and give it your all, you will find success. That’s a joke. A tiny, tiny percentage of the people who are told they can be great really will be. That small percentage includes people like me Bret, not people like you. You are part of the 99 percent that will never truly stand out as spectacular. You will never amount to anything other than your average self. You will work your entire life to get what you want and you will fail miserably, while everything it is that you desire already rests comfortably in the palm of my hand. No matter how hard you work, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much blood you spill, your dreams are unattainable Everything you desire, I have. You see, you march to the beat of your own drum. You do your own thing. You do it because you want people to think you’re this cool, unique, nonconforming kind of guy, but I know the truth my friend. Your whole act is a façade. The reality is you put on this act to hide what it is you want to be, but you can’t. Deep down in your soul, you want to be the main event, you want to be the centerpiece, you lie awake at night tossing and turning, wishing that somehow, someway you can wake up the next morning and be me. You want to be Stalker Knight, and you know that Justice for Some is the only chance for you to fulfill your dream. I see the jealousy in your eyes. It eats you alive that you don’t have what I have. You’re like the nerd in high school, you sit there by yourself, staring at the jock, me, pretending to despise me for everything that I am, when deep within your soul you would give your very life for just one day in my shoes. And tonight is that chance, you can take what I desire and make it yours. I know you’re going to come at us with everything you have. I know that this is going to be an absolute war. I know that you will bring the best that you have, but the bad news is, your best simply won’t be good enough. You’re so close to glory, but you’re going to come up short. You’re going to fall back down the ladder to mediocrity where you belong. You think you can handle me Bret, but you can’t, you just can’t. And when it’s match time, the spotlight burning bright on you, thousands watching in the arena and millions watching all over the world, I’m going to expose you for what you are. A fraud. A phony. A nothing. You’re a poser Hart, a man pretending to be my caliber, but you just aren’t. I know that in your dream world, and in the dream world of your fans, you’re going to walk into Justice for Some and vanquish the evil Knights. In your dream world, you’re going to defeat me in the middle of the ring and liberate the Championship from the grasp of darkness that is the Knights. But it’s time for you and your fans to wake up and come join me in reality. In reality, you fail, and I succeed. In reality, your dream becomes a horrendous, horrifying nightmare. A nightmare in which pain and agony overcomes your soul. A nightmare in which you are tortured to the point in which you hope and pray that your next breath will be your last because you just want to escape the misery. A nightmare in which there is no waking up from Bret. I am your nightmare. I’m the monster under your bed. I am the personification of your every fear and at TONIGHT I am coming for you. Nothing you do can save you, your game is over, your time has come. I said it before Bret, and I stand by it. For you, this is not a golden opportunity to etch your name in the annals of wrestling history. No, for you, this is a slaughter. This is your destruction. This is your end, and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make the end be as painful and definitive as humanly possible.

Stalker’s eyes are filled with absolute evil. He is relishing the thought of putting Hart through Hell.

I am going to cleanse this company, and if there is one thing that I am it is an honest and decent man, so I will keep good on my promise when the H.o.A. thoroughly destroy the Knights and the Resistance. Now, if I let you beat me for this Championship well then, I will be made into a liar, and I am not a liar. I refuse to become one. You are a joke just like K.O., Bret, and TONIGHT, you will be dealt with. What would this company become if a worn out old man wore its World Championship? I shudder to think. So know that what I do to you is not merely because I hate you and everything that you represent. Of course, that does play a large factor, but there is also a much bigger reason, that being to save this company. You will never wear this Championship. After tonight this is mine and I will never let you disgrace it by having it in your possession.

As Stalker talks about the Championship, he removes it from his shoulder and holds it towards the camera. As he is doing this, the reflection of the gold bounces off his dimly lit face and it catches his eyes. It almost appears as if he forgot the belt was actually resting on his shoulder and seeing it has reminded him. He glares at it and continues speaking.

This Championship will mean so much more to me than merely being the top man. It’s not just an accolade or something that gives me a few perks. This Championship is absolutely everything to me. It is what I breathe for. It is what I wake up every morning for. It is what drags me out of bed no matter how beaten and banged up my body is. This championship is what makes every bump, bruise and gash worth it. Becoming the Thy W.W.E. Champion defines who I am. It makes me, me. Without this title, I WILL not be me, I am nothing. This is all I desire, and I’ll be damned if I let you stop me. As long as I’m conscious, as long as there is breath in my lungs, I will not let you pry this chance from my hands. It doesn’t matter if who gets involved, it doesn’t matter if Arthur gets involved, I am a monster and I will not be stopped. I am unstoppable. And do you know what happens when you try to stop something that is unstoppable? Do you know what happens when you try to stand in the way of a freight train? It runs right through you, and you cease to exist. That is your fate Bret, your existence in Thy will cease. Maybe physically you will still be here, but you sure as hell won’t be the same. You will never be the same. No longer will you be the man with thousands upon thousands of adoring fans. No, you will become nothing more than another name on my list of victims. You will become nothing more than another guy who thought he was good enough. Another guy who thought he could defeat Stalker Knight. Another guy who disappointed the moron fans who thought their hero was going to triumph over me. Another guy who failed miserably and became a pathetic shell of what they once were. That’s the future you have to look forward to Bret. That’s the pathetic existence that awaits you. And the blood is dripping profusely from your hands, not mine. What happens to you will be entirely your fault. That feeling that you had when you found out that you were the number one contender, I want you to hold on to that. I want you to hold onto that feeling of joy and hope that entered the pit of your stomach when you found out that you were once again main eventing a Pay-Per-View and that you were once again competing for a World Championship, because after what happens tonight, there’s a very good chance that you may never, ever have any good feelings again.
Stalker smirks and slings the Championship back over his shoulder.

And for anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to stick their nose in this match, just know that the consequences for those foolish actions will be incredibly dire. And to Arthur, lift some weights, take some vitamins and limber up, because if you have the balls to show up at Justice for Some you and I won’t be having any kind of nice little chat. No, you and I will be fighting. And by fighting, I mean I’m going to tear you limb from limb. Bret, the rest of the Thy roster and the Thy fans, it is time for you to understand and accept reality, which is this. I am YOUR NEXT World Champion, and it’s going to be this way for a long, long time. If you take umbrage with this, I invite you to attempt to do something about it, much like the six of you will try and do tonight. But after you see the tragedies that happen to them, you will grasp the fact that the best thing for you to do is just sit back and deal with it. For if you don’t, your fate will be the same as Bret’s …Lights Out!

With that, Stalker lets out an evil laugh. The laughter continues as the scene fades to black.


The scene opens with an exterior shot of the now familiar sight of the home of Stalker Knight. The camera crew enters through the large front door and knows exactly where to find the leader of the H.o.A.. They journey down the long hallway and enter into Stalker’s study. There, Stalker is pacing around, holding a cell phone to his ear. The sound of ringing can be heard faintly coming from the phone. After a brief period of ringing, we just barley hear the beep of a voicemail. With that, Knight goes into a tirade.

Well, well, well, it looks like I’ve got everything figured out now. You see, early this year, Arthur brought the Knights into this company brought them in to be his franchise players, but ultimately, that was all a façade, wasn’t it Arthur? You see, Arthur has been nowhere to be found. When the Knights threatened my livelihood a few months ago, Arthur was nowhere to be found. When one of them kidnapped my daughter guess what, you guessed it, Arthur was nowhere to be found. Nobody knows where Arthur is. Well guess what, I think I just might. I think Arthur is sitting at home, laughing his billionaire emperor ass off, because his plan is working to perfection. You see, Arthur was never really grooming them for greatness; instead, he was pushing them to the top of the mountain, only to knock them back down. And why? Well, isn’t it obvious? Like most, Arthur is jealous of them. He always has been.

Suddenly, Royal stops pacing and glares intently into the camera.

Well guess what, that’s absolutely fine with me. You want to go to war with Stalker Knight? I accept. You see, war brings the worst out of a person. You don’t want to see the worst of me, but, you all will, and you have no one to blame but yourselves. I have shown you all a little taste of what is to come. That was a preemptive strike. Do unto others before they do unto you, the saying goes. It is clear to me that the powers that be don’t want me representing them as Champion. They have tried to screw me at every turn, but I have always persevered, and I will continue to do so. The only difference now is, I am going to start retaliating. The front office fired the first shots, and I will fire back in the form of extinguishing every single person they throw at me. And it all starts this week with the Knights and Resistance.
Knight smirks at the mention of the resistance before continuing to speak.

I heard the things you had to say Boys, and to be honest, almost every word out of your mouths was laughable. You sat there making jokes like you were auditioning for a lame PG-13 comedy, but the ironic thing is, you’re the biggest joke of them all. I mean who are you? What have you ever done in this business? Don’t hurt yourself trying to come up with an answer to that one, I’ll just do it for you. Not a damn thing. You’re nothing. Absolutely nothing. I have no idea what you have done to justify a chance at capturing the richest prize in the game, but for some strange reason, you have been given a great gift. But boys, you are so far below us that I can’t even see you, and yet you sit there and run your mouth like you actually have a chance at beating anyone. Pathetic. You are trying to get to a level that you simply aren’t entitled to. Now don’t get me wrong, I respect that, I respect you trying to further your careers, but you are in way over your heads, and I am going to hold you under the water and drown you. You sit there and you make your jokes. But let me tell you right now, you don’t need to worry about Creed, Daniels, the Knights, or any of that nonsense. All you need to worry about is me. And I’m the scariest thing you will ever have to face. I have terrible anger problems, and right now, gentlemen I am pissed off. I’m steaming mad, and when I get mad people get hurt, and bad news, you’re the one standing in my way this week. I am going to take out a lot of my frustrations on you. You are going to get hurt. To be quite frank, you are no threat to me. All you are is a point to be made by me. A point to Arthur, a point to be made to the offices and whoever else who wants to screw me. A point that highlights exactly what happens when you cross Stalker Knight. It’s going to be like a nasty car accident. But I am going to walk away unscathed complete with yet another Championship to add to the many I have already won, while you will need the jaws of life to rescue you. You all brag about all of the “stars” you and your buddies have taken out during your time here, but the biggest star of them all is missing from that list, and it’s me. Why is that? It’s because you’re afraid of me. Let’s be honest here Bret, you know you have no legitimate shot of walking out of Justice for Some with a Championship. That’s just a fact. I’m sure you will put up a good fight, but when it’s all said and done, the end result will be the exact same as any other time someone makes the mistake of trying to step up to me, your shoulders pinned to the mat for three. Really Bret, you shouldn’t even worry about taking a Championship, rather, you should be worried about keeping something. And that, my friend, is your CAREER.

The look in Stalker’s eyes is one of pure evil as a demented smile creeps across his face. Then suddenly, his expression changes as if he suddenly remembered another thought.

Oh, and as far as the rest of you are concerned I know that when you all desire to escape the fate of your showdown with me and eliminating the need for me to embarrass you in front of the world, but I assure you, I will defeat the Resistance . . . I will beat the Knights, and when the time comes, I will be holding the Championship, dangling it in front of your face like a slab of bacon in front on a fat man. I will beat you, proving my superiority once and for all.

Stalker lets out an evil laugh before continuing to speak.

War is coming to Thy, and it all begins this week. And when you see the horror that occurs before you, make sure you realize, this is only the beginning I promise you, after what I do to you tonight, a contender is something you will never be again. Good day gentlemen.

Stalker smirks into the camera and laughs as the scene fades to black.

[Mr. Creed]

The Scene opens up as the camera shows us Stalker Knights house.the camera then catches a Green 4 door 2012 Texas Edition Chevy Silverado pulls up in the driveway and the motor is turned off shortly there after.The camera zooms in for a better shot a figure steps out from the front passenger door first.we see a big foot step out wearing black sketcher shoes.then as the figure gets their whole leg out and steps out of the door it's..HOA member Pride.Also known as Mr.Creed.his hair is wavy and lose.he has his black shades on.denim blue pants and a green short sleeved camouflage shirt.As he gets out he goes to the back passenger door and opens it as out steps the beautiful Maria.Yes,that Maria.she is wearing some black athletic shoes,black pants and a black t-shirt but the words on the shirt read "Hard rock cafe" London in grey and white.they then exchange a kiss.


Mr.Creed: You Ready?


Maria: As ready as i'll ever be.


Just then the Driver's side front door opens but we can't see who opened it because Mr.Creed's large frame is blocking the camera line of sight.shortly afterwards the passengers back door is opened and again we can't see who it is.Creed and Maria start walking as they are then flanked by the other two who are in a sense cutting in front of them so the cameras view is still blocked.however we are able to see one of their arms swaying as they are walking and one of them is black.They get to the door and instead of ringing the doorbell it is instead knocked on buy one of the two people in front who can't be seen.then a second knock is heard


Voice: *loudly* Open up Stalker so that i can kick your ass.


Mr.Creed:Really?

Voice:What? he'll love it when he *again loudly* opens the damn door.Don't make me bust it down.I won't be paying for it if i do.



Finally the door is opened.but not by Stalker Knight.But by Stryfe.Stryfe looks down


Stryfe: What do you want shrimp?

Mr.Creed:Hey War.let us in already man.

Stryfe then looks up to the sound of Mr.Creed's voice.

Stryfe:alright.well come on in.

as they walk in stryfe looks back to the person in the front.

voice: can i help you?


Stryfe:I think i've seen you somewhere before is all.Hey Stalker..Pride's here.and he's brought company.


just then Stalker walks in from the back of the house and then stops as he approaches the front of the house where Creed and the others are.


Stalker:Well,well,well if it isn't the man without fear himself.and i see your also a United States Champion.The Texas Daredevil.

The others then move out of the cameras line of sight as we see what The Texas Daredevil looks like,he looks like well..a white Rey Mysterio.Just taller.looking to be about 6 ft 2in and looks like he's in the 200 lb category.he is wearing a pair of black boots with denim blue pants.and a teal t-shirt.as he turns around we see that his t-shirt says something..it reads " This is what Awesome looks like" and like Rey Mysterio he is wearing a luchadore mask.the mask is black with a red outline.Maria decides to excuse herself from the shot and heads towards the kitchen.


Mr.Creed:Thy wwe.This is my former boss and good friend.he helped break me into this business.Stalker knows him from another place that we used to wrestle in.Don't we Stalker? Just got back from picking him up from the airport.sory i was gone for so long.getting out of an airport parking lot is a real bitch.

Stalker:That's right.and he is still in that place.because i see that your girl there is holding your title belt.and your right,airport parking can be a real bitch.

The camera then turns to "his girl" and it is indeed a black woman..and from the looks of her she could be a model.

The Texas Daredevil: Meet Cairo Peele.her mother,Beverly was a model.She could be one to if she wanted to.

Cairo simply smiles and blushes.she is wearing black pants and a orange top with black athletic shoes.she has a United States title belt around her waist.the name of the company has been blacked out with black tape.

Mr.Creed:So,i called him here because he's got experence in this type of match.

just then stryfe chimes in

Stryfe:Ha! I know where i know you from now..Scythe's fed. *pause* and you also. *looks at Mr.Creed*

Mr.Creed:Maybe.But i wasn't there for that long.I won a couple of World and United States Championships there.

The Texas Daredevil: You know i'm actually a little jealous of this guy right now. *points to creed* He's got the chance to win either the t.v. I.C. or World Title.i'm sure that you guys here are gonna do everything you can to win all of those titles.but you have to keep in mind that the chance that any one of the three teams that are in this match walking away with all three titles are pretty slim.I would say 25% or less at best.and that's not talking anything away from you guys or the other teams in this thing,but you have to be realistic about this.

Mr.Creed:I hear what your saying.and that's sound advice.we've already got bob cena saying we can't see him and calling myself a Complete Idiot.That little Irish twit doesn't know a damn thing about me.he's never been in the ring against me.Normally i would just chalk that up to the ignorance of youth,but in this case he's just a dumbass.He says he's the best in the world? Well i think that CM Punk would have something to say about that.Plus,if he's the best then why isn't he the world champ and why does he have 10 losses? Calling Pestilence a Talentless piece of crap.tisk,tisk.he will eat those words. You know i feel bad for the fans..

Stalker:Why's that?

Mr.Creed: I feel bad for them because they've had to put up with him and his mouth for what like two years now.he likes to say "you can't see me" well i can see him.and at the pay per view Justice for some he will be seing and feeling my foot,knee,elbow or any other part of my body in him.espically my foot in face.that's the last thing that he will see before he feels his Pride being taken from his body when i hit him with my Pride Killer.


The Texas Daredevil: Then again you don't need to put your foot in his face to set up that move.

Mr.Creed: That's true.But if i do go for the jaw with my foot it gives me the chance to shut his mouth and save the fans from having to hear his speak or worse yet,rap.Me i know that i can't rap.so i don't even try.but i know that i can toss him around like a rag doll.and i don't need to try to do that. Same goes for just about anyone of us.i've been working out like a machine.espically my legs because i know that's what they will go for.


Mr.Creed sighs and then looks at the camera as he continues


Mr.Creed:The Knights of the roundtables time is coming to a close.you will learn that nothing lasts forever knights.they've done good for themselves in the past.but that's in the past.they are as the saying goes getting a little to big for their britches.Bob wonders why they attacked him,it's because they can and they did.they did it to show him that they can beat his ass whenever they feel like it.weither it's by honorable means or not doesn't mean anything to them.and he calls me an Idiot.


Stryfe:And we just heard that Bret finally had something to say.but it's pretty much the same thing he always says.


Cairo: Hey Babe look at this..


The Texas Daredevil walks towards Cairo as she hands him her i-phone.





The Texas Daredevil: Ha Ha. She's got more skill than Bob.You know Joey the bastard.I'd like to take him on.Plus he has a cool ring name.


Stryfe: Are you and the company your in now on some kind of break or something?


* The Texas Daredevil goes and sits down on the nearest sofa *



The Texas Daredevil: That would be correct.



*Cairo then goes and sits down next to him.*


Mr.Creed: And then when Beno said his piece about me,he of course mentioned Bret doing what he did to me.shocking right? I guess that old fucker somehow did his best hulk hogan and somehow got me off of my feet.Maybe he took his geretal and beated his back before the match that night. when i was in the first battle royal that i was in,he may have gotten the credit for tossing me over the top rope but it was captain tetley who did the work.Let me ask you something Beno,you mentioned that last the last time that you and i were in the ring neither one of us got the upperhand right? And that's true.So how can you say that you are going to run me out of here for good? How can you say that? Neither one of us has lost to the other.talk about diaharia of the mouth and foaming of the brain there.


Brian Gunn hasn't said anything yet.I'm sure that he will.The same goes for Jacob Senn and Joey the bastard.But since they haven't said anything i'm not going to talk about them. Like Stalker Knight said earlier all of you are going to be executed..Apocalypse style.What happened last week pissed me off and that's not a good thing.because now i get to take it out on not one,not two,but Six other people.Hell,i may not even leave the scraps for our leader.


Bret,what happened last time won't be happening again.Congrads though,you pissed off a giant.and that's something you may live to regreat..and no Bret,that's not an empty threat because someone of my size and strength can damn well back it up. You won't be pulling a Hulk Hogan out of your ass like you did last time.because you have not just me to worry about but five other people as well.Our pay per view's name may be called and just for some but at the end people will be saying it was really and justice for the horsemen of the apocalypse.


The Texas Daredevil looks at the camera crew


The Texas Daredevil: You will ALL Fall..From..Grace.


Mr.Creed looks at him


Mr.Creed: Hey ! NO using your punchline in my promo.This isn't your promo you know.

The Texas Daredevil : *smug smile* Sorry,force of habit.

Mr.Creed: Dick..Anyways,see you at New York,where it will be Justice for the horsemen of the apocalypse.


fade


( specail thanks to The Texas Daredevil for allowing me to use his character in this Roleplay)

["The Saviour" Jacob Senn]

The Shining Moment is Upon Us

December 22, 2012
Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York

The camera cuts on and we see Jacob Senn standing outside of the biggest stage for a wrestler and the very stage where he went through hell against former Television Champion, Brian Gunn. It is the stage where he is going to realize his dream and finally become the world champion of ThyWWE, with no help of the stupid swine who sit around and do nothing but watch. That stage is none other than Madison Square Garden. Jacob is now met by the cameraman and he then begins to speak while staring at the camera.

Jacob Senn:

Finally, the night has arrived where I am going to get my moment. The night where the moment that has been taken away from me by men like Alex Kendall, Sheamus, PoT, and others who took my spot at being at the top will be rectified. Justice for Some is going to end with Jacob Senn holding the ThyWWE Unified World Championship high in the air in victory as all of the rest of the wretches in Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the deviants in Knights of the Round Table all are crushed, broken, and buried by the work of The Resistance and me. My moment to bask in the long months of hardship and pain is going to come. Why is that? One reason is because I have the best team on the main event. You look at the Knights and you see nothing but a man who thrives only in the tag division, a man who I beat this past RAW, and the only challenge being the man known as Brian Gunn who I took to his limit and beyond at Wrestlemania III. You also look at Horsemen of Apocalypse and you just simply see three men who are nothing more but punching bags that will get in the way of the real war. Knight used to be a great wrestler, was a former Intercontinental Champion, but now he is nothing. I was the last champion with that belt that made it entertaining for people to watch wonder if he will be the champion afterwards. I did not make it where people expected me to win or the same towards losing, I made people wonder. But now, the Intercontinental Championship has been tarnished ever since Wrestlemania II when Drew McIntyre held it, then Reynolds, and then Stalker Knight. Those three men tarnished the legacy of a championship that I and many others put so much into to make it great.

This brings me to one of my partners, Professor of Thuganomics, Bob Cena. Cena looks to become a Triple Crown Champion by becoming the Intercontinental Champion at Justice for Some. You want to know my opinion? He is going to succeed. Why is that? It is because with our team being unified with the cause of having him the Intercontinental Champion and me your Unified World Champion, we will be able to stand together unlike the other two teams. Those horsemen do not stand a chance and for the Knights, they will be taken care of. Cena is a great competitor in the ring and he is going to be the new champion, but I will not let him get in the way of my world championship like I will not to his. I look out for people only when it benefits me and watching out for Cena, if he needs it, will be what makes me world champion at the end of the night. Plus, with Kurt Orton out of my hair and having to deal with Pappy Orton beforehand will do just that. As for what he has said about me, he is exactly right. I am a tactician in this ring and I am not only the diamond, but I am the crown jewel of this place. When my opponents feel that they are one step ahead, they are actually three steps back. Look at what has happened since Wrestlemania. I have defeated Xander Cross, Kurt Orton, Stalker Knight, Sting, Demmie-Mae, Danny Daniels, Joey The Bastard, and Razor Ramon with a streak of six wins and zero losses since Wrestlemania. If that is not proof that I am one step ahead of my opponents nor my title reigns and Money in the Bank win, then I do not know what is. I am the best and Cena knows that I am the one who runs this ring and no one else.

Jacob begins to walk into Madison Square Garden as he continues to speak.

Jacob Senn:

Now to my other partner who calls himself “The Best There is, The Best There Was, and The Best There Ever Will Be”, Bret “The Hitman” Hart. Hart is a great wrestler in the ring, but there is something he needs to realize. He needs to have in that head of his that when it comes down to who is the best, it is me. See because you may see yourself in me, but I am nothing like you, Hart. You became an icon in this business with the Hart name attached to you, as I did not have a name to elevate myself. Bret, I am far more superior to you, Flair, Hogan, or any other old has-been you can think of. I am so much better than all of you, that when you even want to have the thought of going against me, you have already lost to me. You may be the next Television Champion or even Intercontinental Champion, but there is no way on God’s green Earth that you are going to surpass me to be the world champion of ThyWWE. Why? It is because that championship belongs to me and no one else.

Now let us speak about the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, especially Daniels and Creed. Daniels is not should not even be thought of being in the same match as me so all I am going to say to him is get ready to be beat down again by the true saviour of ThyWWE, Jacob Senn. But to the man known as Mr. Creed, I say to him what a coward you are. You feel that since my words have not hit your ears you have nothing to say to me? Well, you must be afraid that you are going to meet the same fate as your other partners, Daniels and Knight. With that in mind, you should be. Because of the fact that I have beaten both of your partners, I can only assume that you have the same amount of mediocre talent that they do. So, I foresee me being able to go over Pestilence and go on to be the world champion that I am supposed to be. That is simply because neither you nor Daniels is good enough to take me on and beat me.

Jacob enters the seating place of Madison Square Garden and goes to a seat and looks towards the center of the arena and continues to speak.

Jacob Senn:

False Bravado, is that what you think I am doing here Stalker? Do you think I am hiding behind my own confidence so that people do not see some sort of disbelief from me? You are sorely mistaken, Stalker. Just like your belief being a mistake, my confidence is not that. I am confident that I am going to be the world champion because I have already beaten you and Daniels, know Brian Gunn better than ever since Wrestlemania III and beat Joey The Bastard, and I am the only one on my team who deserves to hold the world championship. So, this is not some false bravado or sign of male machoness because I am insecure. I am confidence that I can whoop your ass once again and be the new world champion in this company. But, you see yourself as the personification of greatness? Ha, you make me laugh. You could not hold on to the Intercontinental Championship I won twice and made where people could stand watching it, plus how are you the personification of greatness when I kicked you so hard that you were dreaming of the Apocalypse happening that you crave for and beat you? If anyone is the personification of greatness, it will be me because since Wrestlemania I have been undefeated. You want to paint my blood all over the ring, come on and try. You can hit me with a chair, toss me off a ladder, put me through a table, and even more and I will not crack to you. The reason is because I am determined and willful enough to be the world champion and that is what I am going to do whether you, my peers, or the deviants that sit in these very seats love me or hate me.

Finally to The Knights, who feel that they run this company but ever since there huge wins at Wrestlemania III, have done nothing against me. Joey has failed time and time again opposing me, Brian Gunn has lost his coveted Excalibur Championship to Vince McMahon of all people, and Beno is just going with the tide with his tag team championship. Joey has not spoken since his loss to me and that is very reasonable. The man is still in so much shock that he lost from me that he has nothing to say. Understandable as it is, if he says something it will not change one unwavering fact. That fact is like many other in this company, I have already beaten him. That means that he is not an obstacle standing in my way and he will fall like the rest. As for Brian Gunn, he has lost everything that he holds dear except for his streak. Soon that will be gone like his championship as I am going to be standing with the world championship, Cena with the Intercontinental Championship, and Bret with your coveted prize of the Television Championship and that will show you why not to join the most pleasing group, but the most strongest group. With Beno, he knows what I bring to the table, but he questions if I can win the championship with my group. I am going to dethrone all of the Knights from their seats of insecure pride that Stalker Knight convicts me of having and show why I am, not will be, the face of this company. You fail to realize that the source of our disorder and chaos amongst our group is from the arrogant and bitter, Kurt Orton. If you have read the card in its entirety, you would see that Kurt is not in the match. So, you will be facing a unified militia of men who want to take you, the rest of the Knights, and The Horsemen out to be the champions of this company. You expect more from a world champion, yet you have not won the belt yourself. So, you and your hypocrisy can lose like you always do as I win the world championship and be known as the best in the world.

Jacob stands as he begins to finish his talk on his opponents.

Jacob Senn:

There is no one in this company, not even the disrespectful man known as Samuel Barton, can stop me from becoming the world champion of this company come Justice For Some. This is my shining moment, my chance to shine, and my opportunity for glory to bask over me. No matter whom I have pin, submit, or knock out, I will do it to hold my championship that deserves to be around my waist. After then, I begin my journey of being the greatest world champion that any of the deviant and degenerates that watch has ever seen and continue to save this company from the sinners like The Horsemen and The Knights who stand in the way of The Reign of Salvation. Come Justice For Some, you will see me leave my hometown of New York as the new ThyWWE Unified World Champion and begin The Reign of Salvation over ThyWWE.

Jacob walks away as the cameraman keeps the camera on him standing still. Once Jacob goes out of view of the camera, the camera cuts off and the video feed ends.

Right Before The Big Match

Jacob senn is preparing for this very important match as he then begins to hear the announce announce him.

Steve Cruise:

Introducing to the ring, he is from your very own New York City, New York. He weighed in today at 237 pounds. He is the undefeated, "The Saviour" Jacob Senn!

Jacob can hear the mixed reaction from the crowd, more cheers than boos because of being from New York, and begins to come out. We see Jacob Senn taunt to the crowd with the spotlight shining on him as the light covers the camera making the scene white and the video feed ends.

[Joey The Bastard]

Right After Raw

{The scene opens up in the backstage area right after The Bastard's match with Razor Ramon and Jacob Senn. Burris Troy is standing in the hall mic in hand. The Bastard bursts in on the scene, showing Burris Troy over and snatching the microphone...}

Joey: This is a God damn outrage! Why the hell was I jerking the curtain this week when I clearly belong in the main event every single week? It's an insult to my ability, and an insult to my greatness to be stuck in an opening match with the likes of those two pieces of garbage. I mean, come on... Really! Senn!? I already beat him! And Razor? He's just some old washed up greaseball... From now on, I don't compete unless it's the main event! Everybody got that? Powers that be, you got that? Open your eyes and realize who the top guy is and start booking me like what I am... Just that... The top guy in Thy WWE! Whether they wanna see me kick somebody's ass, or they wanna see somebody kick mine, those Thy WWE fans pay their hard earned money to see ME! They don't pay to see Jacob Senn! They don't pay to see Lil' Squirt Orton! They pay to see THE MOST HARDCORE SONAVABITCH IN THY WWE HISTORY! Joey... The... Bastard... And as far as this so called loss is concerned... I was never pinned. Razor ate the pin tonight so I never lost... Brian Gunn is still the only man to legitimately beat me, so I hope Jacob Senn is proud of himself after he beat a fat, old, alcoholic, Cuban shell of his former self in Razor Ramon... Senn, the only match that's ever mattered is the match that's coming up this Sunday at Justice For Some, and at Justice For Some... You're not gonna be walking out with shit! Then again... You're not gonna be walking out at all. See ya on Sunday, jabroni!

{The Bastard reaches out to help Burris Troy up and hands him the mic brushing his shoulders off while fixing his tie for him. Burris thanks The Bastard then Joey laughs and shoves Burris down again before walking off to leave the arena laughing to himself.}

******************************************************************************

Knighthood

Blackness was all The Bastard could see. It was because of the blindfold his fellow Knights had made him wear during his journey to the new Camelot.

Joey: Man, why the hell do I gotta wear this stupid blindfold? I'm already in the group, aren't I?

A voice responded. It sounded like Brian Gunn.

BG: Technically, no... You still have to accept the charges from King Arthur... You still don't have the ring of the Knights... You still don't have the cloak...

Another voice chimed in...

Beno: Not to mention the fact that King Arthur hasn't approved you yet.

Joey: Whoa, this is getting kinda weird guys... Are Barton and Demmi here, too?

BG: Yeah, they're inside at the Round Table...

Joey: Holy shit! There's actually a Round Table? That's insane! And who the hell is King Arthur anyway? Do I know him?

Beno: King Arthur is King Arthur. That's all you and anybody else needs to know. That's all any of us need to know. We are all descendants of the original Knights of the Round Table.

Joey: Even me?

Beno: Yes, even you.

Joey: That's fucked up...

Beno: I understand your confusion, but trust me when I tell you this... Do not... DO NOT... anger King Arthur. Out in the world we can do whatever the hell we want, and say whatever, but in Camelot, it's a whole different story.

Joey: It's starting to sound like I'm heading to the principal's office. What if I fuck it up? What if he doesn't like me?

BG: Don't worry, man... You'll do fine. Just don't say or do anything stupid and you'll be fine.

Joey: But saying and doing stupid things is what I do... In fact, I do more and say more stupid things then I do and say smart things.

Beno: You have the rest of us to vouch for you... It's fine.

The two of them lead The Bastard down the dark halls and into the main chamber. The Bastard can't see, but the Round Table is situated smack dab in the middle of the chamber. Three cloaked and hooded people are standing around the table. It must be Barton, Demmi, and King Arthur. The Bastard is startled by the loud, booming voice of King Arthur.

Arthur: Is this the one they call... The Bastard?

Beno: Yes.

Arthur: Remove the blindfold.

They do just that and The Bastard looks around the room in awe, then down at the Round Table.

Joey: Holy crap! It's the real thing! Where did you guys find this?

Joey looks up at Arthur who's face cannot be seen. Only darkness.

Joey: Holy crap, dude... Do you even have a face? What's in there? Is it just air, or what?

Arthur: Silence!

Joey: ...

Arthur: You ye Knights stand by this man, and vouch for him?

Beno: Yes.

BG: Yes.

Barton: ...

Arthur: Then here are your charges...

"God make you a good man and fail not of beauty. The Round Table was founded in patience, humility, and meekness. Thou art never to do outrageousity, nor murder, and always to flee treason, by no means to be cruel, and always to do ladies, damsels, and gentle women succour. Also, to take no battles in a wrongful quarrel for no law nor for no world's goods..."

Joey: Where's the fun in that?

Beno elbows The Bastard in the ribs, as if to say to him to be quiet.

"Thou shouldst be for all ladies and fight for their quarrels, and ever be courteous and never refuse mercy to him that asketh mercy, for a knight that is courteous and kind and gentle has favor in every place. Thou shouldst never hold a lady or gentle woman against her will..."

Joey: Again... Where's the fun in that?

"Thou must keep thy word to all and not be feeble of good believeth and faith. Right must be defended against might and distress must be protected. Thou must know good from evil and the vain glory of the world, because great pride and bobauce maketh great sorrow. Should anyone require ye of any quest so that it is not to thy shame, thou shouldst fulfil the desire...."

Joey: So I'm a puppet then?

BG: *whisper* Dude, shut up...

"Ever it is a worshipful knights deed to help another worshipful knight when he seeth him a great danger, for ever a worshipful man should loath to see a worshipful man shamed, for it is only he that is of no worship and who faireth with cowardice that shall never show gentelness or no manner of goodness where he seeth a man in any danger, but always a good man will do another man as he would have done to himself..."

Joey: Finally... We're making sense now...

"It should never be said that a small brother has injured or slain another brother. Thou shouldst not fail in these things: charity, abstinence and truth. No knight shall win worship but if he be of worship himself and of good living and that loveth God and dreadeth God then else he geteth no worship here be ever so hardly..."

Joey: Right. Don't turn on my brothers, gotcha. Wait... Did he say abstinence?

"An envious knight shall never win worship for and envious man wants to win worship he shall be dishonoured twice therefore without any, and for this cause all men of worship hate an envious man and will show him no favour..."

Joey: You're damn right.

"Do not, nor slay not, anything that will in any way dishonour the fair name of Christian knighthood for only by stainless and honourable lives and not by prowess and courage shall the final goal be reached. Therefore be a good knight and so I pray to God so ye may be, and if ye be of prowess and of worthiness then ye shall be a Knight of the Table Round..."

King Arthur: Joey The Bastard... Do you accept these charges?

Joey: He did say abstinence, right? I'm not just hearing things am I?

King Arthur: Do you, or do you not accept these charges?

The Bastard looks to his brothers and they nod at him.

Joey: I accept these charges.

Arthur: Excellent, now...

Joey: But, can we do something about the whole abstinence thing? Cause I gotta tell ya..

Arthur: Silence! Do not interrupt your King! Give him The Ring of The Round...

Beno pulls a ring out of his cloak pocket and hands it to The Bastard.

Joey: Holy shit, look at this thing! It must be worth thousands! Look at all the jewels and shit. Thanks a...

Arthur: Now give him the ceremonial cloak...

BG hands a folded up cloak to The Bastard. The Bastard looks at it, nodding, then just stands there.

Arthur: Well...

Joey: What?

Arthur: Put it on!

Joey: Oh, shit, sorry, man... This is a little weird to tell you the truth. I have no idea what...

Arthur: Silence!

Joey puts the cloak on and tries to put the hood on but his spiked up mohawk gets in the way.

Joey: We got a problem here...

Arthur: What a perfect chance to show your loyalty to the Round Table. Give him the dagger...

Joey: Dagger? What dagger? What are you talking about?

Beno picks up the dagger on the Round Table and hands it to The Bastard. The Bastard holds it, looking around at everybody who stare back at him. He looks back at Arthur...

Joey: What am I supposed to do with this? Oh wait... You don't mean? Aw, come on, man!

Everybody keeps staring at him...

Joey: Dammit! Fine, I'll do it... It can always grow back.

Joey holds the dagger up to one of the spikes on his head...

Joey: Goodbye, old buddy... See you again sometime.

Joey then cuts the spike off with a look of dismay on his face. He does the same with each of the five spikes on his head and pockets the spikes. He then puts the hood on.

Joey: There... You happy now?

Arthur: Quite. Now, on your knees...

The Bastard shrugs and walks over to King Arthur and bows before him. King Arthur then lifts his sword and places it on The Bastard's shoulder, then he does the same on the other shoulder.


Arthur: I hereby dub thee... Knight...

The Bastard looks around the room while still on his knees at his fellow Knights who have smiles on their faces, nodding at him. The Bastard looks down at the ground with a smile of his own and says to himself...

Joey: Fuckin' sweet...

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Bad News?

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNGGG!!

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!

The Bastard shot up in his bed. "Huh? What was that?"

He looked over at the bed side table in his hotel room and saw the phone. It was ringing.

Who the hell would be calling me here?

The Bastard leaned over and snatched the handset and brought it to his face. "Hello?' he asked.

"Joey?" a woman's voice on the other end asked back. She sounded on the verge of becoming an elderly woman within the next few years. "Joey, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me" he replied before he recognized the voice on the other end of the phone. "Mom?"

"Yes, it's your mother. We all need you to come home right away."

"To hell with that. I gotta be in N-Y-C in a few days."

"Your father is dying, Joey."

It's about fuckin' time.

"Is that so? Well, that's odd because I wasn't aware that I had a father."

"Don't do this, Joey."

"Oh, wait, you mean that guy who booted me out on the street when I was twelve fucking years old after I, how did he put it? Killed his daughter? Killed my own sister, I believe is what he said."

"It was an accident, and we all know it was. I'm sorry about what happened after that horrible accident. We've moved on, and it's time that you moved on as well."

"Moved on? Are you fuckin' serious? How come he never called to say, come home son, or I'm sorry I sent you to FUCKING HELL!?"

"I'm sorry, I truly am. But, nothing we do can change the way everything played out in our lives. The only thing we can do is to take the hands that we've been dealt, and learn from them, and try to better ourselves based on our passed experiences, Joey. You of all people should know that by now." His mother paused for a second, then added, "If there's anything you wanted to say to him, this is your last chance to say it. He doesn't have much time left."

Joey sat there silent for nearly thirty seconds until finally caving... "God dammit!" he said in defeat. "Yeah, sure, I'll be on the next flight out of here."

"Thank you so much." His mother sounded relieved. "I'll see you soon. Have a safe voyage home."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you later."

Home? Is that what that place is called? I always thought it was called the fifth dimension of hell, but I guess "Home" works, too. Considering the fact that I've always considered the places that I've called home to also be hell, too. But, Thy WWE is different... It's home now, but it's not hell, and to think that I'm leaving the one true home that I've ever had to go back to that shit hole... I guess everybody has to face their demons sooner than later...

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Van-City Showdown

The Bastard arrived at Vancouver General Hospital at 1:43pm. The flight was rather uneventful, but for some reason, The Bastard always got stuck with a crying baby behind him. Not to mention the inflight movie was always one to be missed. This time it was "How Do You Know?" starring Paul Rudd and Reese Witherspoon. Needless to say, The Bastard skipped that one. Customs was it's usual tedious and overly annoying adventure, but The Bastard kept to himself and didn't do anything out of the ordinary so he got through quite quickly. He was pretty amazed at how quickly he got through. He even had enough time to grab a pint from the airport bar before hopping on the Skytrain to head to the hospital.

The weather was shit. Half rain, half snow, but The Bastard came to expect that sort of thing in Vancouver, which is located in the temperate rain forest. He'd lost count of how many days and nights that he had spent struggling to find shelter, warmth and food on these Vancouver streets. It felt like millions, but it was only thousands. A night on the street felt like an eternity, so in The Bastard's eyes, he'd spent millions of eternities on these streets, as impossible as that may sound.

The Bastard approached the front desk, soaking wet. His mohawk was half up, as most of it was drenched and leaning over the side of his head. A woman spun around in her chair to greet him. The Bastard made a note in his head about how fat she was, then he spoke to her...

"I'm here to see a patient" he said quickly. "I think he's in hospice."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that" the receptionist said solemnly. "What was the name?"

"McKenzie" The Bastard said impatiently. "Skip the small talk and just tell me where it is."

The Bastard had been a patient at VGH many times, but he never needed to go to the hospice wing. That was where they put people who had no hope left, and just needed to be comforatble during their last days living on Earth.

"It's just down the hall on the right" she said, taken a back by the rudeness of The Bastard. "There's signs. You can't mi..."

The Bastard turned and walked away before the woman could finish her sentence and made his way down the hall. He passed by the maternity ward, then X-ray, then he hit the hospice wing. He walked in and his mother was talking to a nurse at the front desk. She was half a foot shorter than The Bastard, had let herself go a little bit, and had grey shoulder length hair. She wore glasses just like The Bastard should be wearing, too. But, he'd never be caught dead wearing a pair of glasses. He can see perfectly well in his right eye, so who needs them?

His mother glanced over and saw him approaching. She let out a yell of joy and ran over and grabbed hold of The Bastard with a big hug which was not returned.

"Thank goodness you could make it" she exclaimed. "Thank you for doing this. I think it will be better for the two of you."

"Can we just get this over with?" The Bastard said dismissively.

Slightly hurt, his mother pointed to his father's room. "I'll wait outside" she said as The Bastard slowly made his way to the room.

He stopped right outside, took a deep breath, and walked in. His father, or at least, that's what his mother called him, lay on a bed in the middle of a room. He looked like he was dead, but the heart rate monitor told otherwise.

Beep-beep... Beep-beep... Beep-beep...

His father was hooked up to life support and all sorts of different intraveinous juices. He was watching Poker on the Score on the TV they had set up for him. His father didn't even look up at him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, coldly.

"Uh, mom asked me to come see you before..." The Bastard trailed off.

"Oh yeah?" his father looked him square in the eyes now. "As if that's supposed to be my dying wish or something? To have my loser fucking son come here and watch me die like it's gonna be some sort of victory for him? Is that it?"

"Jesus Christ, what's your fucking problem, dude?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, dude" his father said mockingly. "Did I hurt your feelings, man?"

"You're a fuckin' asshole, and you always were."

"Yeah, and you're a fucking loser, and you always will be" his father snapped back. "I mean look at you! You look like shit. You're dressed like a complete fucking moron. You got your hair like some sorta wannabe punk kid. You'll never be more than just that... A punk kid with no respect."

"Even on your death bed, you're still the biggest piece of shit I've never known" The Bastard fought back with. "Haven't you been watching TV? I'm a big time pro wrestler now."

"Yeah, I saw that crap" his father laughed. "You're still into that homo shit I see. Grabbin' other men's balls, and gettin' dick slapped in the face on a nightly basis? You call that a job? You dance around all day in tights all oiled up with other guys. That's not a job... That's not a sport. You know there's plenty of bars around here that'll let you do that, right? You wouldn't have to fly all across the world to do it. And from the looks of what I saw, you can't even do that right, either."

"I'm gonna be a champion come this Sunday, you idiot" The Bastard was getting more and more angry. "Do you have any idea how much money I'm going to be making once I'm the Champ?"

"Do you have any idea how little I care about your hopes and dreams?" his father said back with such acidity, it caught The Bastard off gaurd a little bit. "What about my hopes and dreams? I wanted a family to call my own. A daughter who I could hold and love and she'd love me back and you what happened?"

"I know exactly what..."

"YOU KILLED HER!" his father screamed at him. The heart monitor started to speed up.

"It was an accident... Mom even said..."

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!" his father was sitting up in the bed now.

Beep-beep..beep-beep..beep-beep..beep-beep..

"You know you just called your wife a bitch, right?"

"DON'T GET CHEEKY WITH ME! I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU!"

"Yeah, whatever, old man..."

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" his father was frothing at the mouth, spittle was flying from his lips with each word.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep...

"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! YOU'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD!"

Beebeebeebeebeebeebeebeebeebeebeebeebee...

"Can you just hurry up and die already so I can go home?" The Bastard said, smothering the rage he felt inside.

His mother ran into the room with a few nurses. They started to try to calm down the old man, and check his vitals. The heart monitor was going crazy. It started to slow down, and the bastard's father started to slow down as well.

"I..."

Beep..................beep..............................beep.............................

"...have..."

beep.....................................................................beep..................................................................beep.........................

"...no..."

.....................................................................beep.........................................................

"...son..."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..........

His father was dead, and in his last dying words had just denounced The Bastard as his son. Nurses started to try and revive him as his mother started to cry. The Bastard snapped and lundged at his freshly deceased father, mounting and pounding on his chest.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!"

The Bastard started to punch his dead dad right in the face. Blood started to pour out of his father's noce and mouth as The Bastard continued to beat on his face.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

Blood started to splatter up on The Bastard's face. His eyes were brimmed with rage-filled tears. He pulled his father's head up and delivered a vicious headbutt which sprayed even more blood on to The Bastard's face. His mother screamed, as did a couple of the nurses, who called for security. Guards ran in and grabbed The Bastard as he was now standing on his father's corpse and stomping it in the face. The face was mangled, and so was The Bastard's fragile psyche. The guards tackled The Bastard to the ground. He was still screaming, but calmed down when he saw his mother looking down on him.

"Mom..." he reached out to her and she took his hand. "I'm sorry."

His mother burst into even more tears but nodded at her son. The guards helped him up, and The Bastard horked up a nice big loogie and spat it into the mangled face of his dead father's corpse.

I'll dance on your grave...

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Night Before The PPV

{The scene opens up in the hotel bar where the stars of Thy WWE are being accommodated in New York City for the huge Pay-Per-View event, Justice For Some. The bar is looking pretty lively as people are gathered on the dance floor, and booths along the side are occupied by various patrons. Two bartenders are rapidly going through the motions of pouring beers on tap, and popping lids, and mixing cocktails. In the centre of the room, three members of The Knights of the Round Table are sitting at a round table, engaged in conversation...}

Joey: Oh, for sure... K-O has got to be the biggest fluke Thy WWE has ever seen!

Beno: With P-O-T not too far behind...

BG: Yeah, what I don't understand is why the hell are they always fighting? I mean, they both fuckin' suck... They were both paper champs... They have so much in common.

Joey: Yeah, they should form a tag team and call themselves the "Toilet Bowl Dwellers".

{Joey and BG have a laugh while Beno chuckles a little while staring at his beer, obviously in deep thought.}

Joey: Dude... Don't worry... We got this...

BG: Yeah, Beens, those other guys can't even get along with eachother...

Joey: Exactly! What makes them think that they have a chance of taking all the gold tomorrow night? Let alone even just taking one... The gold is coming home with us where it belongs.

Beno: I'm not concerned about that... Failure is not an option, and that has never even crossed my mind. What troubles me is the lengths of where the three of us will have to go to achieve our goal... I'm more then capable of destroying every last one of those other men, and I've seen Brian dish out his fair share of brutality... But, we've never really seen your brutal side yet, have we? When the time comes and you're staring into the face of a man who would not think twice to destroy you, and end your damn career right then and there... Do you have the killer instinct to take him out?

{The Bastard stares at Beno who stares back at him for a second. BG looks at the two of them intrigued...}

Joey: Seriously? Man, I was raised on the streets, of course I have that killer instinct! You should know better by now...

Beno: I just needed to hear it from the man himself is all. I have one hundred percent confidence in us... I just needed to know that you had one hundred percent confidence in your self...

Joey: You cheeky bastard...

{The three men have a laugh, and JTB orders another round of drinks...}

Joey: It's funny how we haven't heard any mention from K-O about that challenge I laid out for him a few weeks ago...

BG: Well, yeah... He doesn't wanna lose that briefcase! If he put that thing on the line against us, it'd be gone in under a minute.

Beno: I just hope that after we take all the straps, he tries to cash in right then and there...

Joey: Dude, that'd be fuckin' sweet! Fuckin' retarded, but sweet... Man, that would be the biggest mistake of his entire career!

BG: The last mistake of his career...

Beno: Damn right.

Joey: Yeah, I'm begging for him to try anything... GIVE ME A REASON!

{They share another laugh and take a few swigs of beer. A few random patrons walk up with a pen and paper and grab autographs from BG and Beno.}

Joey: Another guy who I can't stand is Jacob Senn... What's with the attitude? He hasn't done fuck all to warrant that "greater than thou" type of bullshit attitude...

BG: He beat you last week...

Joey: Fuck that! He beat Razor Ramon not me. I let him beat Razor... I was never pinned. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Beno: Don't worry, everybody knows that in a one on one setting, Jacob Senn wouldn't last in our ring against any of us...

BG: Yeah... I bet even Jacob Senn knows it, too.

Joey: You think he's that smart?

BG: Well, yeah, you're right, he probably doesn't know that!

{Another laugh at the misfortunes of others, and a couple more free autographs from BG and Beno.}

Beno: Jacon Senn used to be considered a threat...

{Beno pauses for a brief second to sign another autograph while saying nothing...}

Beno: ...But now it seems as if he's just fizzled out.

Joey: Sure has. Everybody's always talking how he's such a great competitor and all that... I don't see it. I'm sorry, but I just don't see what everybody sees in that guy... He's fuckin' boring as hell for one...

BG: Kinda like Stalker Knight...

Joey: Don't even get me started on that piece of crap! Yeah, we get it, you're all dark and mysterious... WHO CARES? The guy is fuckin' lazy as hell in the ring, and hasn't done fuck all since losing at WrestleMania.

Beno: To our fallen brother, Anger, hear hear...

{The three men raise their glasses for their fallen comrade before JTB continues...}

Joey: If there is a guy out there who can actually make a championship belt lower than the TV Title, it's Stalker Knight...

BG: Hey, don't knock the Excalibur Championship!

Joey: Not my intention at all. In fact, BG, you single handedly raised the prestige of that belt and made it more prestigious than the Intercontinental Title ever will be. So, kudos, on that...

Beno: And it will continue to be raised... And the IC Title will be brought back up to it's proper level after the three of us take them tomorrow night.

Joey: I hear that... Maybe the reason the IC Title sucks ass so bad is because guys like Stalker Peasant and Jacob "The Lover Of" Menn are constantly holding it...

BG: That's definitely it...

{Swigs all around as BG signs another autograph...}

Joey: Alright, that's it! Why the fuck isn't anybody coming to me for an autograph? This is ridiculous!

Beno: Here's one for you now, Bastard...

{Beno and BG start to snicker as JTB turns around to find a fat woman with Down's Syndrome standing there with a pen and paper...}

Woman: Hew Bahstahd... Cahn I hah yah ahtograh?

Joey: Son of a bitch!

{The Bastard signs the autograph as BG and Beno burst out laughing.}

Joey: Laugh it up, fellas... Laugh it up... Why do I always get stuck with the retards, dammit?

Beno: No idea, brother, but I should probably head upstairs... Huge night tomorrow.

BG: Yeah, man, same here. I needs my beauty sleep!

Joey: I'm gonna hang out down here for a little while longer...

Beno: Cool, man, get a good sleep tonight, and make sure you don't get too wasted.

Joey: Oh, don't worry, I will!

{Another small laugh is shared before BG and Beno leave to retire for the night.}

Joey: Oh, I will...

{The Bastard throws up two fingers for the waitress signalling for two more beers as he looks up at the TV...}

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Fight Night

{The scene opens in the backstage area of Madison Square Garden where Justice For Some is just moments away from hitting the air across the world. The Bastard is standing at the interview area alone with a mic in his hand...}

Joey: Here we are... The big night... The night where I make history and finally taste singles gold here in Thy WWE... The night me and my brothers... My fellow Knights take back what is rightfully ours... Thy WWE as a whole! We represent everything that is good in Thy WWE. We are the gold standard of what a true Thy WWE Superstar should be... We are the absolute best... The absolute BEST that Thy WWE has to offer and will ever offer. These other guys we have running around are either just cheap rip offs, or just don't have what it takes to compete at our level. We have all the skills needed to succeed and that's just what we're gonna do. We have the best damn women's wrestler on the planet in Demmi-Mae. A woman who could beat the hell outta any of the dudes in the back... We have the best technical wrestler the world has ever seen in Sam Barton. Triple H and Chris Benoit and Bret Hart have nothing on this guy, and he's proven that night in and night out and he'll continue to prove that until the day he dies. We have the best all rounder of all time in Brian Gunn... A man who exudes charisma and showmanship. The best TV Champ the fed will see, and the Champion of the year twenty-twelve. And we have the powerhouse Beno. One of the greatest superstars of our time. A man who held the SmackDown World Title longer than anybody else, and the greatest Tag Team Champion in history...

{The Bastard takes a breath before continuing.}

Joey: And then... We have the biggest, the baddest, the most ruthless, most vicious, most sadistic bastard that Thy WWE has ever known... THE MOST HARDCORE SONOVABITCH IN THY WWE! Me... Joey the Bastard! We're the total package... We have the tools needed in any situation... We're unstoppable... What do the other's have? Well, The Horsemen have two seven footers, a little bitch boy, and a washed up old man. So, what can they do? Well, the little guy can't even fly, so he's pretty much screwed. The big guy is slower than Khali and twice as stupid, and the leader is just a delusional old man, trying to relive his glory days. Of course, I'm talking about Stalker Peasant... I refuse to refer to him as Knight because he hasn't earned that right... He tried, oh did he ever try... But he failed, and rightfully so, because that seems to be the story of this guy's career... Failure... He failed as a son to his father, and he failed as a father to his ugly ass daughter. Stalker, I remember you... I bet you don't remember me. Remeber in PCW up in Van-City? You were the top dog... Then a young little bastard came along by the name of Joey and took that place by storm. Your dad was so happy to have me... He started training me, and you took a backseat. He'd already done what he could with you, which wasn't much, and turned his attention to training the future of this business... ME! But, let me tell you a little something about your dear old daddy... That guy is an even bigger failure than you are which is saying something... He failed at life, and he failed at raising you... That's why you're so fucked up nowadays, you don't see that? He failed you when he brought me in to PCW, cause I came in and I never looked back. I took that place by storm, and I took your spot at the top... And tonight in front of the world... Your dear old dead daddy is gonna be rolling in his grave after I do it all again and take your spot one more time, old buddy... The last time.

{The Bastard laughs to himself then moves on...}

Joey: Why the hell do you guys even need two giants anyway? You think two giant retards are better than one? Hell no! Mr. Creed is nothing but a second rate jabroni who doesn't deserve to be in the same ring as me. He doesn't belong in the same ring as a Knight! But, he'll come out here and do his job and eat a pin just like he does every other night and remain what he always has been... A statistic! A notch on the belt of one of us Knights, and just plain and simple... A reject running back to his Reject King... Stalker Peasant... King of the Rejects...

{The Bastard checks the clock on the wall then goes on...}

Joey: And what about this Danny Daniels guy? Danny Daniels? That can't be your real name, is it? That would mean that his inbred freak parents actually named him... Daniel Daniels!

{The Bastard starts to laugh while talking...}

Joey: I mean, no wonder the guy is so tiny... His growth was stunted when his fat ass drug addicted mother kept smokin' crack and speed while he was still in that nasty, disgusting, hell hole of womb... Daniel Daniels, it's okay, buddy... You can get through this... They have counselling for that type of stuff. Oh yeah, yeah and hit the gym once in a while... You're starting to look a little flabby there, little big man. In fact, it's an insult to me and my brothers at how bad you actually look. Flabby, no tan, pimples... You're in the main event, dumbass! Start acting like it! If you're ever in the same ring as me, which I highly doubt will ever happen, show me the proper respect and come out to the ring looking like what you're supposed to be... A Thy WWE Superstar... But, then again, who ever said you actually are a Thy WWE Superstar? Nobody! And they never will! See, to everybody else in Thy WWE, and even your own team mates... You're just another jabroni just waiting to be beat...

{The Bastard cracks his knuckles then switches gears...}

Joey: But, enough about Thy WWE's newest band of rejects, and on to the other so called group of Thy WWE Superstars... The Resistance. The only resistance these guys have caused is that the viewers want to resist watching the show. Any time one of these idiots come on the screen the channel changes. It's a shame Lil' Squirt Orton isn't in this match cause I've been aching to lay another beatdown on his bitch ass... How the hell could these guys even associate themselves with a loser like him? You guys do realize that you're only judged by the company that you keep, right? But, I sort of understand why you keep him around... You feel bad for him being retarded and all, but for once in your lives be men, and flush that turd down the toilet where he belongs. But, as I said before, you're only judged by the company that you keep, you guys must be the shit smeared toilet paper if you're gonna keep carrying his ass around... Nah, fuck that, you're all turds... You're not even turds... From this day forward The Resistance will forever be known by their true form... Diarrhea...

{The Bastard smiles, obviously pleased with himself, then moves on to specifics...}

Joey: Jacob Senn is a man who I've come across twice before, and Jacob "The Lover Of" Menn needs to realize that that win he got last week was a once in a lifetime victory. I don't even consider it a loss cause I was never pinned, but the record books will say otherwise... Jacob, check your emo attitude at the door for this match and comb your fucking hair for once! I don't wanna see you crying in the corner and slitting your wrists after you're embarrassed by us. The only blood I wanna see on you is the blood I caused... Everybody is all up in arms about how Jacob Senn needs to be the Thy WWE Champion... He just NEEDS to be the Champ... Why? He hasn't done shit since before WrestleMania... He disgraced the IC Title... He's a shell of his former self. Sure, Senn, maybe months ago I could see you being a viable World Champion, but today that just sounds like a bigger joke than Lil' Squirt Orton's Championship reign... I would have welcomed you with me in the ring back then, but today it just pisses me off having you in my ring... Trust me when I tell you this... All that hype surrounding Jacob Senn as the World Champion ends tonight, and maybe after he reignites that fire he once had... Then, only then... We will give him a shot at the title...

{The Bastard streches his back then cracks his neck before moving on to the next competitor...}

Joey: Then we got the "Professor of Tuggin-On-Dicks" Bob Cena... Hey, dumbass, I'm over here! Quit diddling KO's ass and start focusing on your real threat... You're so hung up on your little vendettas between you and your fellow Diarrhea members that you've forgotten about what this whole thing is all about. You want to stop us, right? You wanna be the Champion, right? Wake up, stupid... We're right here waiting for you to step up and give it a shot. But, seeing as your reign as Champion is the second biggest joke run in Thy WWE history, you don't stand that much of a chance. Cause unlike you, the Knights are united as one. We don't give a damn who has what belt. It's not about that! It's about showing you and everybody else just who the big wigs in Thy WWE are. You can rap all you want, but at the end of the day what you need to realize is that you're not even in our league... You need to know that of all the members of the Knights, I'm the one you need to worry about the most, because I just plain out don't like you. You're in the same league as Lil' Squirt, and you go around here parading to the world like you actually matter... Like you actually mean something to the fans, and to the foundation of Thy WWE as a whole, and it pisses me the fuck off! The Knights ARE Thy WWE! You're just another wannabe jealous of our greatness. Why else would you go out and form your own little group of wannabes to try and stop us? Bobby, jealousy is a vicious, vicious beast, and it looks like you've succumbed to the beast, I'm afraid... Don't worry, I'll knock you back a couple pegs and put you back in your place... Jerking the curtain on Raw, or main eventing Thy WWE Live shows where you belong... It's an insult how you spent what? Ten seconds talking about me earlier? You don't think I see what people say? You think I'm too full of myself to even acknowledge what my opponents have to say? The biggest threat to your championship dreams and you say no more than three sentences about me... It's time for a reality check, Bobby-boy, and it's a check your ass can't cash...

{The Bastard smirks a little as he moves on to his last and final opponent of the night...}

Joey: Don't think that I've forgotten about you Bret "Shitman" Fart... It's funny how you're the oldest guy on the roster... You're a senile old bat, yet you're the smartest guy on your team! You're the only guy who knows what's up, and I commend you for that. I'm still gonna beat the shit outta you, but at least the beat down you get tonight is gonna be with honor. You've been around the block hundreds of times, and you've seen it and done it all... But, you're not gonna do this, old man... You're not gonna be a champion, and as long as the Knights have anything to say about it, you never will be... Until we see fit! Of all the guys in this match standing in front of me, I look forward to fighting you the most. I watched you as a kid, and I've used some of your moves. I used to watch you and tell myself that, one day, I'd do that, too. Well, here I am! Ready to move up to the next level of the elite... Of greatness! Bret, you only have yourself to blame for this... So, go visit Owen's grave... Send him a prayer for all I care... Tell him you'll make him proud and go out there and do what you do best... LOSE! Cause Bret, over all the time I've spent watching you I've come to realize that you are a much better loser than you are a winner... You freak out and throw baby fits and start breaking shit. You spit in people's faces and punch them in the face. It's awesome! If I could get a film of all the times that you've lost and freaked out after, I'd watch that shit every damn day... And guess what? Tonight I get a front row seat for the biggest loss of Bret Hart's career, and quite possibly... The last loss of Bret Hart's career... See, the game has changed significantly since you were in your prime... Everybody is bigger, stronger, faster than they've ever been before. We're more ruthless, and we're more violent... Are you sure you wanna keep doing this? Don't you think you're probably gonna get seriously hurt sometime soon? NEWSFLASH! That night is tonight! So, put the shades on, and the awesome leather jacket and come out here and give those fans one more loss to remember you by... The greatest loss of Bret Hart's career... It will truly be one for the ages...

{The Bastard checks the clock one more time...}

Joey: Well, it looks like it's time for the big show! The night where it all takes place. See, my father told me that I'd never amount to anything... That I'd rather be nothing more than a punk kid... Well, I'm gonna amount to something alright... Tonight... I become... A Champion... And, oh what a glorious night it will be!

{The Bastard cocks his head thinking about it for a second then finishes up...}

Joey: Let me leave you all with this... We are DONE with having all of you little bitches running around OUR ring, on OUR show, taking up OUR TV time... Tonight, it all ends... Cause, up until this point the Knights have just been letting you all compete in our ring. We've been letting you think that you're actually worthy of being Thy WWE Superstars... NOT ANYMORE! After tonight, on next weeks edition of Monday Night Raw, and every edition of Raw after that for that matter... It will forever be known as Monday Night Raw... STARRING The Knights of the Round Table! Now, there's nothing that any of you can do about it except for maybe... IF YOU DON'T LIKE US... BITE US!

{The Bastard flips the bird at the camera and wags his tongue at it before walking off to do what he said he was going do... Become a Champion.}

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