Ascension Rumble

[Christian Knight]

Match 1: Ascension Rumble

Christian Knight made an announcement that this year's Rumble would be the largest rumble that Thy WWE Has ever had. 40 Men. 40 Men will enter in what might be considered one of the biggest matches to happen in Thy WWE. 40 Men will all try to stake their claim in an attempt to win one of the greatest opportunities that could be offered in Thy WWE. 40 men will try to capture that Number one Title shot and headline Wrestlemania IV. The greatest honor that one could attain. 40 men will enter, but only one will win. Only 1 will be Victorious. Only 1 can will remain. The odds are the highest thy has ever been 39-1. That is how many people that will try to over throw you. 39. That is how many people that will block your path to winning one of the greatest events in Thy WWE. Who will come out on top.


Roleplay Below

[Mr. Swag-A-Licious]

Mr. Swag A Licious: Ohh yeahh... Mother fuckers going to get a taste of my brown pance dance. Lets take a look at my opponents. First being "The Last King" of Scotland Scott Wilson..


*Mr. Swag-A-Licious holds up a picture*



Mr. Swag A Licious: Is this you nigs. Nah Nigga, ya not the last king of scotlang. It's none other then my main mans Forest White-Taker. Ya need to stop sipping that kool aid nigga. I mean what's up wit-dis. what are all the kings coming here, they ain't got notting better to do with their kind doms... I mean Beno-Girls...now this silly nigga. Snott Wilson. Nigga looks like he needs his nose cleaned. Digs.. why you wearing a mask silly nigga. Did yo moma beat you with a stick.


Then theirs this nigga, drag queen mother fucka Dean ambrose, this nigga be on dem streets. Dean... Dean the Fucking Queen.. he be trying to get that money, turns out sucking dick ain't making enough money... so now this nigga singing songs for cash..In fact he was singing to my MC Battle Dance..




Yeah whats-up with dat nigga... Stop singing to my man, shit man, singing about the czw, after this rumble is done you just might be working their nigga . Thy wwe is to big for you nigga.. straight up...


and for the love of god HardKore Comley..


yes you nigga



put some fucking clothes on... I mean I know you like to live the hardkore life but come on nigs... please ..your scaring the kids...

Who else what that brown pants dance..


Warbringer.. Don't think i forgot about you nigga...n this nigga.. this gay nigga... be hanging with his gay boy.. digs.. you did know that your boy is gay... gay for you... digs..





War... nigga this ain't war... this is that put a dick in your asshole gay butthole love nigga..and this dude wants to put it in your butt nigga... and unless you want a fresh dick up the asshole I'd drop this nigga off at the corner in the next heart beat..What you doing hanging with a gay nigga you don't want to turn out like P.O.T.





bunch of o' gay ass niggas..


So many people on the rumble list... most this niggas ain't worth mentioning.... cuz all swag has to doo.... is take out the brown gooo.... and slap dem niggas... shit swags going to win this shit like he done win the brown pants marathon. I be done's did it niggas.... Swag is out...

[Mentally Ill]

Mentally Ill: Illl..... Power......

Dun ... dun... dun...dun... dun... dun..

I got the power....



Scott wilson... fear the power... I'll put you down.. in quicker then an hour...

duh... duh duh....

Show me your dick, and I'll show you my pokemon attack
Front to back in this I'll wiggle my thing a ma thing.
Dig it like a shovel Scott... Dig it real depp...
Ohh ill power..... pa pa power...

*Mentally Ill continues to dance...

Now I can be like Mr. Swag-A-Licious... illl power....

*Splat*

See now I'm have brown pants also....smells like Teen spirit!

--whisper--

Fresh!

I hear this Alex Kendall guy is gonna come Royally Rumble with us.

ROYAL!

BOW TO THE KING OF THE UNIVERSE

You aint got shit on me Scotty
Beam me up so I can tattoo my name on that ass.....

Ill-icious.....uhhhhhhhhh

I mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-missed you Alex
Did you go on a Star Trek and then come back here?

I saw you go into darkness.
Last time I went into Darkness was when Rashanda told me to stick my ear up to something called a glory hole so I could hear the ocean.

I didnt get the ocean, but I did get poked.
Maybe if I had this sweet helmet you are rockin here Alex, it wouldnt happen to me again.
La-la-la-la-la-la

I love talking like I got kicked in the head by a horse.
SQUIRREL!

[B-Zero]

SCENE 1:
ATTIRE:
B-Zero's T-shirt: CLICK
Eva Marie's outfit: CLICK


Inheriting millions of dollars from your uncle who owned several car dealerships in the San Bernadino area can be pretty rad. It can afford a nice house in Beverly Hills with an 8-foot marble statue o f Pac-Man in the front yard. That kind of money can afford all the anime DVDs, video games, imported stuffed animals and Criterion Collection DVD sets of old Japanese movies that Bob Zelkerman could ever want. What had been gnawing at his mind as of late though was whether or not that money was also affording him his current girlfriend. Was it at all possible that this beautiful redhead would still be snuggled up to him right now even if he wasn't a millionaire. There was something inside of him that had it's doubts, but he didn't want to judge Eva so harshly. She wasn't like some lost puppy that was only sticking around because he could give her what she wanted, she obviously did honestly love him. There was absolutely no chance of her being a gold digger. That was entirely inconceivable. He knew her heart and he knew that she cared about him quite a lot. Besides, he imagined that he was a bit too eccentric for any proper gold digger to put up with. There were easier ways for those kind of women to make money. All of that being said, what exactly was this phantom pang in his gut accusing his beloved Eva Marie of? Staying with him because it could afford her some tiny amount of notoriety? That would be stupid. She had been in Maxim magazine. She was a gorgeous model. Her beauty and charm would bring her considerable fame no matter who she was dating. Maybe there was some part of him that felt that she was just using him for his status as a Millionaire,then? After all, women as gorgeous as her were supposed to be dating high-profile Millionaires. Higher-profile millionaires than him,to be honest. Nope. That wasn't it. As much as his feminist leanings hated to admit it, if anything, he was subconsciously using her as a status symbol. Some dank, less civilized little section of his brain was all like “Oh,look at my gorgeous girlfriend, World! I was a bullied, lonely dork growing up but now I've got a prettier girl than most guys could ever dream of. This is what success looks like. THIS IS SUCCESS!”. That was pathetic. He knew what it was. Some part of him was afraid that Eva Marie was only dating him out of pity. He had seen it in her eyes the other day. She had just gotten home from shopping and he was on the couch reading a volume of “Fluffy Fluffy Cinnamoroll” manga (or, to be more precise, re-reading). The look in her eyes (which, to be fair, Eva had seemingly done her best to hide) had doubtlessly said “You're not exactly an adult,are you?”. Issues. He was issues layered upon issues.





At any rate, at the moment, she was snuggled up next to him on the couch and they were watching one of Bob's favorite work's by acclaimed Japanese filmmaker, Akira Kurosawa, 1965's Red Beard. It was essentially a black and white 19th century Japanese medical drama.....that ran over three hours....with subtitles. As far as Eva Marie was concerned this was an excellent opportunity to brush up on her acting skills as she was tasked with not only acting as if she was interested in this dusty old movie, but as if she understood it. An occasional sage nod worked well enough. She loved Bob and she loved that he was so cultured and so into artsy, poignant............whatever this was, but it so totally was not her speed. She was afraid to make any comments, half terrified that “Derp-Derpa-Derp-a-Derp-Durrrrrrrrrrh. I'm not getting any of this” might come out of her mouth. There certainly were times when Eva worried that Bob might think she's stupid. “Red Beard”. You'd think that would be a pirate movie. Eva Marie would,at least. Instead there's just three hours of super-boring subtitled Japanese people......and one fight scene that she did have to admit was as awesome as Bob hyped it up to be. Living with her Asia-obsessed boyfriend was all about pretending that this relationship was perfectly normal. It was about pretending that the fact that he liked Hello Kitty more than she did was normal or that plush teddy bear house slippers were an entirely ordinary choice for a man. It was about pretending as if she had not once been under the impression that Enola Gay was the name of a emo punk band (as opposed to being the name of the plane that dropped the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II.). He was an extremely sensitive soul. They'd only had one argument in their entire relationship and that,frankly, had ended with him crying his eyes out. Eva knew that her boyfriend was a gentle individual who entirely wore his heart on his sleeve. Either Eva went about things gently and with a decent consideration for his feelings or she was faced with her boyfriend acting like a giant,whiny sissy. In this particular scenario, that meant acting like “Red Beard” interested her. To be honest, Bob's fascination with the cinema of Jackie Chan was a bit easier for Eva to digest. She could be on some rich tycoon's yacht on the coast of Bermuda right now, counting the days before his inevitable heart attack, but, somehow, this was better. That wasn't exactly anything that Eva Marie could explain. She liked spending time with Bob. He was sweet-natured and compassionate and treated her like a human being rather than a glorified blow-up doll. He had this sort of hipster quality about him that she'd normally be repulsed by, but, with Bob, it somehow worked. She loved all of his useless bits of trivial knowledge.


(The original movie poster for “Red Beard”)


Eva Marie thought that she might finally be growing up a bit. This relationship certainly did make her feel mature and open-minded. She still found “Red Beard” to be hopelessly boring,though. She put her head on his shoulder, beginning to nod off as the credits rolled. She swiftly jolted awake as he stopped the DVD. Blinking and brushing her hair back a bit as she attempted to act as if she hadn't been asleep.


“So,......Thy WWE.....that's, like,.Pooh Bear-speak,right, Sweety?”, Eva queried as she glanced over at her boyfriend. It took Bob a moment to get it. Apparently, in his girlfriend's head, Old English equated to Winnie The Pooh. British. The U.K. The narrator from Pooh was always British and, of course, Christopher Robin seemed British. He supposed he could follow that line of thought. Bob slowly nodded, attempting to take that question entirely seriously. “I guess, Babe.”. Eva tilted her head a bit as thoughts bounced around it. “Like, does that mean we're gonna.......have to speak like.......Renaissance Fair people or something?”. Bob earnestly shook his head. “No,Babe. I think it's just some kind of promotional gimmick.”. This federation did have Dean Ambrose in it and Bob certainly could not imagine Ambrose sounding like MacBeth. “That's good.”,Eva thought. She was glad she hadn't bought that copy of Hamlet off of Amazon last night,then. Bob nipped at his thumbnail a bit as he pondered. “If you ask me,though,....they aren't exactly doing a top-notch job of presenting that gimmick. I mean,they've got this stable that calls itself Knights,right? Well, one of those nights is this dude named Beno. He's supposed to be straight-up legendary but all I keep hearing about him is how brutal and savage he is. These Knights are supposed to be following some sort of code of honor. You know where I fall on that,Babe, there is no honor in brutality. This Beno dude sounds like the sort of big,musclebound hulk that gives Vincent Kennedy McMahon wet dreams. Now, maybe politicians can be brutal savages and still crow about how genuinely righteous and benevolent they are, but I think our business should hold itself to a higher standard than that. These boys may claim honor but what they really sound like is a bunch of opportunistic barbarians. Obviously, Thy WWE needed heroes, so a handful of talent were labeled heroes. It doesn't mean they're competent at that job.”. Eva pondered for a moment. “So, you think they're just putting up a pretense of heroism?”, she asked. “Exactly,Babe. The unrepentant rage with which they seem to fight entirely conflicts with what they claim to stand for. It's like back when I remember a stable which had similar issues with integrity. . They babbled on and on about Justice but their actions proved that they had absolutely no clue what that word means. Justice was nothing more than a tagline for them. It was just a slogan. Now, these Knights are parading around Thy WWE under the banner of honor. I don't buy it. Nobility isn't a cheap gimmick.”. Before he had found out that he was making his debut at the Ascension Rumble, the Knights were what had bothered him most about the landscape of thy WWE. Nothing more than the Four Horsemen with an Arthurian gimmick, as far as he was concerned. Thugs. They had some history in Thy WWE. The way that Bob saw it, the fans were easily brainwashed by power and spectacle and the code that these Knights claimed to fight for was simply a tool for them to keep the fans blinded to the truth. With their ultra-violence and their shadowy creeps and their fallacy of heroism, those savages were the most dangerous force in Thy WWE. They were not just dangerous to the rest of the lockerroom, they set a horrible example for Thy WWE Universe. Maybe it was the Attitude Era's fault or maybe it was just a gray area that was always going to spread widely, but the line between good and evil in Professional Wrestling had never been more blurred than it was today. Maybe it was not the job of Sports Entertainment to preach morality, but it certainly be an amazing source of inspiration for it's fans. These grody creeps were sending the wrong message. The past Knight all seem to have been terribly shady goons as well. This was not a difficult scenario for Bob to wrap his mind around. A good portion of humanity had always found ways to apply a charade of noble intent to the darkest of actions. The ethical puppetry of the Knights was a decent representation of how most of the world worked. They put on their noble masks and convinced Thy WWE fan base that they fought for what was right. What was really to blame? Was it the deviousness of The Knights or the drooling idiocy of most Pro Wrestling fans? Bob supposed that it didn't much matter. He planned to show them all what a truly honorable path looked like. Sir Goldberg and his Knights of the squared circle were going to be in for a surprise. Sir Goldberg. Beno was so totallly Sir Goldberg. Also, wonder of wonders, look who managed to get himself into a main event title match at Ascension. Bob supposed that PPV title matches are easy to come by when you have a medieval mafia backing you up. He was not bitter,though. For the moment, those fools could continue to milk their charade for all it was worth. Taking a sip of his Monster energy drink, he pondered. “I don't think we're going to have to worry about the Knights yet,Babe.”,he said,after a moment. “We aren't quite on their radar yet.”. While Bob held a great amount of distrust for the Knights, the result of that title match didn't matter to him. Either way, the champion was going to be some violent fool who would eventually be awoken to the power of true moral superiority. Lots of people spend their entire lives stomping around under the impression that they are right. Few of them are.

Eva Marie put her arms around Bob, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, you're going to make a serious name for yourself in Thy WWE,Sweety, just like I cemented my place in Sports Entertainment when I slapped Lawler on Raw.”, she said with earnest pride. Bob smirked slightly. One thing that he had learned about Eva Marie in the past few months was that she honestly felt like her slapping King had made a monumental impact upon the WWE. In her mind, that moment had entirely changed the landscape of Professional Wrestling. He was certain that, to her, it meant far more than it ever could to the rest of the world. I'm sure, in Eva Marie's head, Jim Ross was calling the whole scenario and he was like “Bitch Slap, Bitch Slap!!!! Bah Gawd!!!!!!!!!!”. Bob was certain that, to Eva, Lawler had reacted to the slap with some outrageous “2004 Randy Orton”-level of overselling and the crowd had been overtaken by a mixture of cheering for her and stunned shock. In all truth, the crowd had not been impressed by her in the slightest. That was something he'd never tell Eva,though. “Well,I should certainly hope so,Babe.”, Bob had responded, as if he saw that incident t he exact same way that Eva obviously did.



A couple of hours later, as Eva Marie left to get her nails done, Bob prepared to film his introductory promo for Thy WWE. He wanted this roster to know who they were dealing with. Placing an Antonio Inoki action figure on the coffee table. Looking through the camera's viewfinder, he went back to the coffee table and angled the Great Muta figure that he had also placed on the table. The Inoki figure looked very regal and the Muta figure, of course, looked characteristically fierce. He wanted them both to show up well in the shot. Bob, of course, had a great amount of respect for Inoki and, while Muta's feud with Ric Flair was not exactly a high benchmark for the portrayal of Asian characters in western culture, Great Muta was still an absolute legend and an amazing,charismatic performer. Bob pulled his Curry Man t-shirt down a bit as he sat on the couch and started his promo.



(The Inoki figure)



(The Great Muta figure)


B-Zero: Royal Rumble or Battle Royal-style match serves as a stark example of the very worst aspects of human nature. Of course, one of the chief elements that brought me to this conclusion is the greed that is involved. Most entrants into a match like this are, at that moment when they step into the ring, burning infernos of senseless greed and putrid selfishness. That's the entire reason why most people are involved in the match. They are t here to prove that they deserve more attention from Thy WWE fans than the other wrestlers involved in the contest and, on the night of Ascension, as is rather common, these performers will be in that match to win a chance at a main event title opportunity. The way I see it,friends, this is where the exploitation begins. Here, we have the management of Thy WWE speaking to the very worst aspects of every single performer in that match, driving them to engage in this barbaric,chaotic mess. It feels, to me, like we, as wrestlers, have been rounded up to compete in what essentially is the modern variant of brutal Roman Colosseum games. What we have is our company's management exploiting all of the blind hatred and anger that exists within most of the performers in this match, and using it to create exactly the kind of gruesome spectacle that some of our far less intelligent fans wish to see. That is an easy task, isn't it? You see, like the members of any professional wrestling federation, most of Thy WWE's roster center their entire lives around hate. Most of you, my peers, are fueled by the rage you feel towards another performer. You're all about your uncivilized feuds and your insignificant vendettas. Obviously, the people in the head offices of Thy WWE are using that dreadful mindset of yours to manipulate you all like simple puppets. You may think you are fighting for a chance at a championship, but, deep inside, you're all fighting to prove who has the most serious issues with rage. That is pathetic. To be perfectly honest, if I was in charge of the wellness policy around here, everyone on the roster would have to take mandatory anger management classes. There's a Doctor Marian Shelby who I've heard is quite skilled in that area.

Bob nipped at his thumbnail a bit as he reached out and angles the Inoki figure slightly.

B-Zero: I realize now that I.....have yet to introduce myself. I am B-Zero and....unlike anyone else in this company, I am a representative of peace, civility, self-control and, most importantly,...compassion. Many of you amongst Thy WWE roster may have already come to the decision that I'm not the kind of person that this company needs, but I assure you that I am here to better all of your lives and to give the fans of Thy WWE a product worth watching. I believe that this Rumble match at Ascension is indicative of a much bigger problem It seems to me that the people at the top of this company are profiteering from your trivial little wars down here. Your anger is being used as a promotional tool. You see, as the wrestlers of Thy WWE have their bitter, small battles and brashly express so much fiery aggression, the people at the top sit back and watch the PPV buy rates rise. The position of the Knights is solid proof to me that the thin line between entertainment and war is being blurred around here. These Knights are on a crusade. Guess what? Crusades are not anything positive. Wanna know what happened during the world's most famous crusade? The Pope convinced a bunch of Christians that mindlessly slaughtering a bunch of non-Christians was the will of God. That being said, our own rabidly violent Knights fit the part nicely,don't they? With their bloated egos and their brutal ways, they are easy to manipulate. Thankfully for all of you, a drastic shift in temperament has arrived in Thy WWE. My girlfriend and I intend to serve as catalysts to a less savage path for this company. Now, the Rumble match is set to feature 40 individuals and, out of that, I am the only one entering that ring with any sort of noble intent. I could understand why that could be perceived as a disadvantage, but you have to remember that I'm the only one who won't be blinded by ignorant rage, I'm the only one who has a clear vision of what I wish to accomplish and I'm the only person in this match who isn't a witless slave to hostility. I imagine that the only way to fight back against barbaric corporate decisions like this Rumble is to overcome them. I want to make it clear that I do not consider this to be a wrestling match. What we're competing in as Ascension is just a vicious,cruel, gratuitously savage brawl, but if I can win it, that places me in a better position for my message of peace and compassion to be heard. It is a senselessly dangerous spectacle but the winner will immediately be in the spotlight. There is no honor in this fight but I will charge into it nobly. Meanwhile, if any of you still doubt that we are being placed into a modern-day Roman Colosseum affair, I urge you to take a look at the main event of Ascension. There's a vicious,needlessly violent, stupid animal named Beno fighting for a title. If I recall, the Romans were always quite fond of animal acts. Now, my judgment of Thy WWE's roster may feel quite harsh, but I am not of the opinion t hat my unenlightened peers are beyond help. I feel like,while it will be an arduous process, if we work together, Thy WWE can be a vibrantly compassionate wrestling federation, filled with the kind of legitimate honor that the Knights seem to have always attempted to falsify. Thy WWE can be a better place to work and can produce a more uplifting, inspirational product for it's fans, but that can't happen until we, as wrestlers, put our selfish agendas aside and start caring about each other. I'm ready to do that. It is the task of the rest of the roster to find it in their hearts to make this federation a friendlier place. I have to believe that my peers have enough good will in their hearts to bring us to that point. I am more than happy to light the way to a wrestling organization that thrives upon cooperation, caring and an absence of malice inside the ring.

Bob ended his promo, flashing double peace signs and giving a wink to the camera. He started up his Playstation 3, continuing his game of “Dead Rising 2”. His PS3 had been in his bedroom before Eva moved in and made her infamous “No video games in the bedroom” proclamation. That had kicked off an hour and a half argument where he had pointed out that he has a grown man and he could do whatever he wanted. Eva had swiftly proven him wrong. (about the “he could do whatever he wanted” part, the jury was still out on his status as a grown man.). Anyway that argument had ended with him in tears and, that next day, he moved his PS3 into the living room and his Sega Saturn, Dreamcast and N64 into the game room (a spare room which already housed the rest of his video game console collection. It had a wide screen TV and a fairly comfortable couch. It was essentially his man cave.). Plowing through a horde of zombies with a spiked bat, Bob supposed that there was a certain that there was going to be some vocal segment of Thy WWE roster that was going to consider his motivations entirely egotistical. It wasn't his job to break through their preconceptions. No, the roster of Thy WWE would learn the truth about him just as the fans did. They would open their eyes once they experienced the results of his presence in the company. He wasn't expecting a lot of support from his peers. Most of this roster has their minds so clouded by hate that they couldn't possibly see things his way, at the moment. He was going to have to prove his worth and the worth of his mindset through his actions. That may not be the way he was accustomed to doing things, he was not traditionally a confrontational individual, but it was probably the best way to gain respect in any wrestling federation. After dinner that night, Bob and Eva cuddled up on the couch watching a few DVRed episodes from the previous season of “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”. While they were very different people, there were some things that they could agree upon. They both found Pinkie Pie to be hilarious.



SCENE 2:
ATTIRE:
B-Zero's T-shirt: Click
Eva Marie's outfit: CLICK



6:45AM. Eva Marie lifted the blankets off Bob, putting her arm around him as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Come on,Sweety. We're gonna go for a jog.”, she said, with a gentle amount of firmness to her voice. For a moment, Bob reached out,trying to pull the covers back over himself before slowly opening his eyes. “Alright,Babe....”,he half yawned. Sitting up, he adjusted the beam saber of the Gundam robot figure on his nightstand,lifting it's left arm up slightly. The bedroom was, of course, filled with all sorts of anime figurines, stuffed animals and a framed issue of Marvel's 1980's Care Bears comic book (signed by the cover artist). Passing by the Angel Hello Kitty doll that sat on top of his bedroom Bluray player, he tried not to seem too irritated at this situation. For some reason, this chick thought that she could get him into some manner of decent shape. It was yet another case of Eva Marie's self-confidence manifesting itself in ridiculous ways. She wanted him to be healthy or whatever. That was fine by Bob, but he did wish that it didn't have to mean waking up at such ghastly hours and exercising every single day. Bob's gray tiger-striped kitten brushed past his leg with a mew as he sat on the couch that morning, eating his bowl of cinnamon oatmeal. He wanted a couple of breakfast burritos from this really great, greasy diner that he knew and, if he wasn't with Eva, he'd definitely be having them for breakfast, but, as things were, it was oatmeal. Bob didn't consider his girlfriend to be particularly bossy or domineering. She just wanted what was best for him. He did,however, occasionally feel like the human equivalent of some run-down,roach-infested apartment that she was trying to fix up. He sometimes felt like being his girlfriend was some sort of project that Eva Marie was challenging herself with.


So,they jogged. He never quite caught up with her. The way he was constantly trailing behind her when they went jogging did, at moments, feel like a metaphor for their entire relationship. She's always just ahead, trying to keep him motivated, trying not to show any sign that she realizes that he can never quite move at the same pace as her. He jogged considerably behind her. The same old men as always were sitting out on their front porches. Bob supposed that, for men in their 60's or early 70's, seeing Eva Marie job by in a sports bra and yoga pants could easily be the highlight of their day. As they got back to the house from the four mile job (2 miles each way), Bob took a gulp of his energy drink as he sat back on the couch. He checked the voicemail on his android phone, his Mom having left a message while he was out jogging with Eva. He pouted a bit as his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. He was so entirely not in the mood for her harsh variety of bipolar nonsense. After listening to the message, he threw the phone down on the couch. “Great fucking parenting,mom!!!!!”, he exclaimed before regaining his composure. Eva sat next to him on the couch. The sad look in his eyes and his sudden silence told her that something was seriously wrong. “My mom....”,he started as he looked into Eva's eyes. “My mom is being a selfish.......well....a selfish.....well, she's being horribly selfish again.”. “What's going on,Sweety?”, Eva asked. “Well.......she doesn't want me to compete in the Ascension Rumble. She heard about it and,well,...........thinks it's too dangerous. How could she do this to me? She knows this is the biggest opportunity of my entire career. She knows my entire history as a professional wrestler has been leading up to this level of competition. She's......not thinking of me at all.”. Fighting back tears, he decided that Eva should totally hear this message. Somebody other than him should hear this. What better way to convey to Eva the kind of needless stress that woman puts him through? Eva took the phone and played back the message. She certainly was happy that Bob was so open with his cell phone. It was doubtless proof that he wasn't cheating on her.



(OOC note: Yes, I cast Lisa Kudrow as B-Z's mom.)

“Hi,Bobby, this is mom. I just watched a commercial for that.......wrestling show that you're set to be a part of and........well, I just don't know if it's really right for you. I mean, you're such a gentle soul and............is such a savage brawl really the way that you want to make your mark in that company? I mean,.........you have to ask yourself if you really want to be involved in putting such senseless violence out into the world. That match.....is just full of bad vibes. It's entirely too dangerous and.......it's completely beneath you and....I've decided that I don't want you to have any part in it. So,......if you could just drop out of that match, that'd be great. Maybe you could make your grand premiere in your little wrestling federation some other time. Call me back and we'll talk about it. I care about you and....I don't want to see you get hurt.”.



Eva Marie was fighting the urge to smirk. Really? Bob Zelkerman's mother was some crazy, self-righteous lady? Who would have thought? She honestly sounded so much like him and Eva could most certainly see where this boy got some of his issues from. Eva knew this was ripping him apart right now, but the similarities between Bob and his mother still sort of amused her. “Oh,Sweety, she can't tell you what to do like that.”, Eva said as she put her arm around him, treating this situation with the seriousness that she knew he needed right now. “I know......she's just.............off her meds again,I think. I....shouldn't let it bother me.”, he responded, sniffling a bit. Eva nuzzled him slightly. “You're a grown man,Sweety, and you're ready to take the biggest step in your entire career. What she says...doesn't matter right now.”. Bob nodded. There it was. The verdict was in. Grown-ass man. Case closed.


Two hours later, Eva set up the camera in the front yard as Bob stood in front of the Pac-Man statue. He knew that he needed to focus on this match. He didn't have time to linger upon his mother's attempted sabotage of his career. He still had a whole lot to say to Thy WWE. He sighed, trying to compose himself as Eva started filming.




B-Zero: It seems to me that many individuals in the industry of Sports Entertainment use the word “Honor” rather lightly. There are times when it feels as if it has lost some of it's meaning due to it's rampant overuse. “Honor” should not be in the same position of decline as a horrendously overused hash tag. So, then, the question is, who has been responsible, in this federation, for robbing honor of it's meaning? The Knights who proudly parade around Thy WWE seem to feel like they've got a good handle upon what honor truly means. Meanwhile, they have been using a mob mentality and their mysterious helpers. Some people think that, during his career, John Cena was made to come across as too powerful, but these knights have a freakin' legendary wizard in their crew! Merlin,really? Merlin?!? People complain about John Cena kicking out at a 2-count and the knights have Merlin helping them out. One of those is quite obviously more “Super” than the other. Before I get off track,though, I would like to get back to one of Thy WWE's most glaring problems. It is an issue which has plagued Sports Entertainment for decades. An individual's personal code of honor can easily be bent and molded and perverted to meet what they feel they need to do to find success in this business. That's obviously the case with the knights. They claim to stand for a code of honor but their vicious and brutal actions betray that sentiment. Now, we all know that Hulk Hogan was one of the greatest professional wrestling heroes of the 1980's. Re-watching Wrestlemania III not long ago,however, I noticed something about Hogan's match against Andre. Before Hogan bodyslams Andre and hits the legdrop, there's this moment where Hulk and Andre are outside the ring. Hulk lifts up the blue mat outside the ring and quite obviously attempts to piledrive Andre on the concrete. It didn't work, but that course of action went against all of the morality and ethical wholesomeness that Hulk Hogan was supposed to stand for at the time. It went against everything that he preached to his little Hulkamaniacs and it went against everything that made me a huge fan of his at the time. That same kind of inconsistency plagues Thy WWE. So many claim to have honorable motives, but that idea swiftly goes out the window once they're in the heat of battle. That is the sort of personality defect that I am above. You will not see me hit anyone with a chair. You will not see me doing rampant run-in attacks, selfishly disregarding the matches of our peers. You will not see me giving Thy WWE fans the kind of brutality that they may think they want to see. The fans have been poorly served by Thy WWE. They've seen so much savagery from this federation that I'm sure some of them have acquired a taste for it. Some fans are easily deceived into believing bloody chaos is entertaining. I'll show them wrestling worth watching. There may not be very much civility currently in Thy WWE but that I something I'd like to change. Unlike some, when I say that I will be an honorable performer in the ring, I honestly mean it. My actions will be in line with my words. That is a degree of discipline that Sports Entertainment is sadly unaccustomed to.

Bob pondered for a moment before subtly gesturing towards the Pac-Man statue before rather subtly gesturing towards it with his right index finger.

B-Zero: Now, as you can see, I have an 8-foot tall marble statue of Pac-Man on my front lawn out here in Beverly Hills. Personally, I'd like to pair it with a 9-foot marble statue of Astro Boy.



B-Zero: That being said, it would be entirely stupid of me to dissuade the fans of Thy WWE from buying Ascension on Pay-Per-View. No professional wrestler has ever afforded a 9-foot statue of an iconic anime character by taking business away from his company. So,then, while I assure you that you will see some truly barbaric and brutally uncivilized behavior from my fellow competitors in the Ascension Rumble, you fans should still buy the PPV on Sunday, because you will witness the dawn of a more peaceful age in Thy WWE. As far as the thuggish behavior of my peers in that match goes, I suggest that you more delicate-natured avert your eyes when those wrestlers choose to conduct themselves in particularly unmannerly fashions. That certainly would be what I'd do if I wasn't actually involved in this ghastly battle. The primitive aggression that some Sports Entertainers can show when they're in the middle of this kind of savage brawl truly is pitiful. We shouldn't dwell upon my fellow competitors in that match making themselves look like uncouth beasts,though. Their all-star showcase of violent idiocy will be short-lived. If any of the 39 other entrants win this rumble, nothing will really change in Thy WWE. The company will continue down it's doomed path of ruthless, thoughtless savagery. If I win, what will follow shall be a renaissance of purely entertaining professional wrestling that this company has never seen before. If I lose, of course, I will pick myself up and be looking for new opportunity's to wake Thy WWE from it's dark, boorish slumber. It's going to take a bit more than some ill-conceived,senseless brawl to get rid of me.


Bob flashed his usual double peace sign and give his wink to the camera as he ended his promo. Three hours later, he was on the phone with his mother as Eva Marie sat on the couch, petting Cammy.

“No,........I'm going to be in in Rumble,Mom. We're leaving for London in the morning. No,........No,....Eva Marie isn't pressuring me into going through with this match. Mom.......,I...may not exactly be fond of what the Ascension Rumble represents, but it's an opportunity to place myself in a very important spot in the company. I can't throw this chance away just because you.....disagree with me taking part in it. You know that my career is important to me. You realize that this is the best chance at becoming a Main Event wrestler that I could possibly ask for right now. Opportunities like this don't come around every single day. I just wish..........you could...be happy for me right now.”. This was honestly insufferable. She entirely wasn't getting it. “I...............I do care about what you think,Mom. I know you care about me and......your opinion matters to me but,......I have to do this. I'm.............sorry,..........I love you,Mom, but I so totally can't deal with this right now. I'll call you when we get back from the PPV”. Hanging up, Bob sighed as he walked over to the couch. He'd spent his entire life trying to understand her passions, why couldn't she attempt to grasp what he cared about? Probably off her anti-depressants again,he imagined. She was probably working her way through a box of wine,too,he guessed. He could not understand why his mother always treated his wrestling career like some idiotic, trivial hobby. Cammy crawled over onto Bob's lap as he sat next to Eva Marie on the couch. It figures that his mom would try to drag her into it, Eva imagined. She already knew the answer to the question the she was about to ask. Eva had reverse looked-up his mom's phone number online. “Sweety,.....I was just wondering,.......what's your mom's name?”, she rather innocently queried. “Eva Marie”, he answered, snickering at the ironic absurdity of it. “,,,Eva Marie Zelkerman”. Eva gave her boyfriend a consoling pat on the back. This boy certainly was going to be a project.





SCENE III:
ATTIRE:
B-Zero's T-shirt:CLICK
Eva Marie's outfit: CLICK


Bob sat in the make-up chair of his dressing room, Eva applying a bit of dark blue eyeliner to him,having finished painting the bright blue heart on the tip of his nose and the matching three whisker marks on his left and right cheek Since it was the Rumble, he wasn't going to be wearing his usual fluffy baby blue cat-eared hood to the ring. He was wearing his trademark frilly armbands (the left one being the pattern of a Japanese flag and the right one being patterned after a Japanese kamikaze flag). He had a NJPW t-shirt and was wearing his usual fluffy, baby-blue legwarmers, medium-blue Converse All-Stars and shimmery deep-blue wrestling trunks. He also wore fluffy fingerless gloves that matched his usual legwarmers/cat hood combo. Turning the chair around, Bob hugged the Paddington Bear plush doll that he had bought at a shop in London that day. He imagined that hugging this doll during his promo might be seen as a bit of a cheap pop, but he thought it was cute, and, as often was the case in Bob's life, cuteness trumped practicality. Eva Marie set up to film his last promo for the Rumble on her cell phone, which would immediately be posted to Thy WWE website. After he fixed his hair a slight bit, she started filming.


(Paddington Bear)


B-Zero: It is, at times, difficult to pinpoint where the fault truly lies when it comes to our world's downward spiral into brash selfishness. Truth be told, our society is largely blinded by greed. People will backstab their friends to get a promotion, politicians with risk their entire careers just to make some money from shady special interests and corporate executives will put the livelihoods of absolutely everyone who worked under them on t he line with crooked business dealings. So,then, in that regard, the corruption and greed that poisons Thy WWE is a product of our society. That said,though, Thy WWE,in turn, churns out a level of savage violence and questionable ethics that sets a horrible example for it's viewers. So,then, what we have is a vicious circle in which the world reflects badly upon Thy WWE and Thy WWE reflects badly upon the world. Whether we asses it at a local level or a global level, the dynamics of the issues do not change. The problem is greed. Greed is the basis of the match that I am about to be a part of. Very shortly, 39 individuals are going to enter the ring, not with the hope of entertaining Thy WWE Universe, but solely chasing a title match that they feel they deserve. Matches like this have been known to break up alliances and split up tag teams. Everyone is out for themselves and, through that individualistic mentality, a roster that is already anemic when it comes to noble intent comes to display even less honor than usual. Personally, if I win this match, I'm not of the opinion that I will have honestly earned a title shot. The stipulations of the match give the winner a title shot and, if I win, I'll have that and the notoriety that goes along with it, but those nerdy internet trolls who would whine about how I hadn't worked as hard as some other Superstars have to get their titles shots would have a valid point. I did just arrive here and this is my first match for Thy WWE, after all. What makes me different than most of the other performers who will be showcased in the Ascension Rumble is that I am not competing in this match out of selfish greed. Winning this match would give me some serious Thy WWE camera time. When you are headlining Wrestlemania, people are going to listen to you. Unlike some wrestlers,though, rather than bragging about how I consider myself the best performer to ever step into a ring or talking about how one of my opponent's t-shirts reminds me of fruity cereal, I entirely plan to do something productive with that screen time. Self-absorbed bickering may be the way things normally operate around here, I plan to use my time in the spotlight to add a bit of civility and empathetic refinement to the lives of not only my fellow wrestlers, but to the lives of Thy WWE Universe. The only way that this federation is going to pull itself out of the dreadful spiritual darkness that it's found itself in is by casting away the insignificant grudges and selfish motivations that have made it so hostile and war-torn. My goal in this federation is to serve as broker of compassion and togetherness for this sad, hate-filled roster. At the moment, I'm sure my intentions appear rather imposing, but I guarantee you that when my vision for Thy WWE has been realized, every person on this roster will be a happier, more fulfilled individual.



As he closed out the promo with his usual double peace sign, a one of the backstage workers poked her head into the dressing room to inform Bob that he had five minutes before his entrance into the rumble. With a nod, a straightened his t-shirt a bit. He sighed as he saw Eva obviously getting ready to go out to the ring with him. “Babe,.......I really think that you should stay back here for tonight. I mean, tradition is important and it's not really traditional for managers to go to the ring with performers during this kind of match. It's going to be awfully chaotic and awfully.......busy out there. There's going to be a lot of bodies flying around and........I don't want you to get hurt.”. Eva Marie tilted her head a bit as she looked over at Bob. “I can handle myself fairly well out there,ya know.”, she responded. Bob tapped his foot a slight bit. “The truth is that I don't exactly trust these savage idiots,Babe. They could easily go after you in order to distract me from the match.”,trying not to suggest with his concern that she was entirely incapable of defending herself. Eva furrowed her brow a slight bit. “I appreciate your concern,Sweety, but those pigs don't scare me. I will slap the hell out of them if they try anything.”. Bob gave Eva sort of a sad puppy dog look. “I understand that,Babe, but I'd just feel better if you weren't involved in this savage garbage wrestling affair tonight. Here....hold Paddington for me.”,he said, handing her the stuffed animal. Eva gave him a hug before taking the doll. “Alright,Sweety. Good luck. I'll just wait right here.”.

As Bob headed out of his dressing room, he had quite a lot on his mind. He had wanted to mention, in his promos, that he felt like Eva Marie hadn't gotten the respect that she deserves from this industry up until this point (and that most women in this business weren't getting enough respect from the industry or the fans) but he didn't want Eva to feel self-conscious. Quite simply, he didn't feel like there was much honor in any facet of Sports Entertainment today. What were some of the wrestlers that Bob did consider honorable,then? Ultimo Dragon (his idol), The various Tiger Masks and Jushin Liger (outside of his heel turns and “Kishin Liger” gimmick). Indeed, Bob did find a whole lot of honor in Puroresu. That's why the New Japan Pro Wrestling t-shirt that he was going into this match wearing wasn't just some cheap attempt to troll Thy WWE. No, it represented a certain purity. It represented wrestling that could be entirely entertaining without having to be grossly savage (though Japanese Hardcore matches were some of the most famous in t he entire world, there was no accounting for taste. Bob liked NJPW when it veered away from that garbage.). Where was the honor in the current American wrestling scene? Maybe it didn't have any but Bob intended to afford it some.

["The Prodigy" Kurt Orton (F)]

Prologue


I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends. - Walt Whitman


I can't shake it. It's a web of insanity and I obviously can't erase it from memory .... I can't even remember the last win I had and nor will I ever even grasp it because it's all a blur... yeah the pregancy is fine as hell right now and i'm close to being a dad but this rght now is more important than a damn kid but while I love it like nothing else in the world... I can't quit. I won't quit until I am once again the Thy WWE World Champion.

Three years ago I was te rookie sitting on the sidelines just waiting to break out of this shell I crawled into and trust me, the up and down, spinning around left and right was all a freaking rollercoaster ride until last year's Ascension... I was in the final 6 until I was tossed out by my now current tag team partner "POT" Bob Cena. He worked hard for what he wanted and grabbed, seized opportunity just like I did but that was then and this is right now. This year, I don't care about friends, family and even freaking lives because now is where I stand, back on top and not moving until I get justice.

Everyone else that walks in means business and so do I. I'm the guy that everyone calls the screw-up or the paper champion just because the title was on my shoulder for a month... that mistake is in the history books and I regret to make it again ... it's a new day for me. A new era and A new chapter in my book. Make all the jokes and funny comments all you want but at the end of the night I guarantee that i'll be the last man standing and shedding a tear because I FUCKING WON!

#RTG2013 #MakeAnImpact!

Scene 1: Coming home.

Time: 10:00 AM
Date: 8/26/13
Area: Newark, New Jersey
Characters: Kurt Orton and AJ Orton

Coming home to the fresh smell of a cut garden, a fresh smelling house and a kid on the way had to be the best i've witnessed in years... I started out with absolutely nothing walking into the company with feresh faces and the love of my liffe suddenly made things better. 2012 honestly was my year without a doubt but going intro 2013 was a lot harder... I lost to the GM on Raw 100 and then I went onward with my evil ways only to be thwarted by the Celtic chessmaster Sheamus at Opression... could it get any worse?

I guess it could because I became the one thing I always despized throughout my whole career was being a complete afterthought! Being that absolutely crushed every dream I etched into my skull! The World Heavyweight championship and TV Title reigns mean nothing to me now! All I want come that faithful night is to win the damn rumble!

Walking into my home after taking a deep breath, I saw my lovely wife greeting me with a big hug and her stomach was soon going to burst like a bubble, but slowly popping and showing signs of life... I sat her down on the couch in the living room and told her about all the things that have happened without her around at my side.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

AJ Orton. My love... things haven't been our way that you planned and I have let you down. I got a head injury against the Undertaker, one of the baddest strikers on the planet! I lost to Sheamus back at Opression! I feel like my fucking career is over right at my feet... Maybe.... it's time I retire.

AJ settled her self on the couch, just twiddling her thumbs in anger at what her faithful husband just said, within a split second though she slapped me hard across my lightly shavened face and I got pissed with my eyes turning red in the process... Though she smiled at seeing how enraged I was, I got confused and calmed down while she held my hand and beginned explaining her reasoning.

{"Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton

First off, I'm glad your home because the doctor called a few days before Raw 112 the last time we were both on TV and he informed us that we are having a boy, now don't get to focused on him so early because the Ascension rumble is slowly approaching and I don't dare want you to fall flat on your ass in the final six like last year! I want you to go all the way and go on to Wrestlemania four to defeat whoever wins the World Title match! Your my Prodigy and i'll be damned to see you fail again babe so just calm down, I see your anger and it never was directed to me.

Orton was able to calm down after hearing the great news, he can train his son to be just like his old man... but better. I got up and went into our bedroom as she slowly trailed behind me holding her stomach in joy.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

Now I just have a lot on my plate heading into Ascension because I want to win so badly, I eant to win for my son, for myself but what about my tag team? if it's still alive that is... I don't know how my blood would feel if I betrayed him for something dear and near to my soul! It'll kill me to eliminate him but he knows I need this opportunity badly as any other superstar.... I won't quit until I am looking up at that Wrestlemania 4 sign with a huge smile on my face and tears running down to my eyes down to my cheeks.

The guys that won it all thes years i've worked my ass off have totally without a shadow of a doubt earned their spot in the record books but this win will not only i hope define me as a superstar but as a hard-working devoted father as well and not only do i plan to win it for us but for our baby boy as well. Guarantee it!

Relief is what i saw on my wife's face after airing my grievances to her on why I thought I was going to win, yeah of course my mind was in the right place mentally but emontially I ultimately had to set the standards going close out of 2013 and making plans for 2014 and one of those plans is reclaiming glory where it stands by putting my hands on the golden torch. I never saw this as a game or a fight. I saw this match always as a survival of the fittest and there was no chance in hell that anyone on the roster was stealing my spotlight!

I grabbed my suitcase with all of my things inside that I needed, she kissed me on the lips with great passion and courage as I walked out of the door, prior to that I kissed her stomach and blessed our baby boy with the assurance of winning, the scene ends with me driving off into the far road.

End of Scene 1

Scene 2: Burying the hatchet.

Time: 3:00 PM
Date: 9/18/13
Area: Saint Louis, Missouri
Characters: Kurt Orton, Randy Orton

Family is not an important thing. It's everything. - Michael J. Fox


Everything changes when you have a family, telling them how you screwed up the generation, the legacy they once left behind... they would want you to continue on the tradition but to my own extent.... I took a different path and my legacy soon will be cemented into stone. First i needed to end or overlook some differences with my dad in his home.


Now I was not aware of the uncertain divorce of my adopted family, but I walked in to see my dad at his knees in the middle of the floor just staring at a picture of my first world title victory, on that night I was also proud of myself because that was a dream i set out to capture and he knew that. So as I set my self down on the couch and he spoke to me as loud as he could with the distance being so far.

{"Apex Predator"} Randy Orton

Family or Famila in the spanish term is something you have all bonded up together, tightened like a rope and held until the very end of time even through the stickiest of situations or the baddest of days and darkest of nights... You never let go of how family rolls... on July 12th this time last year you were the big dog son, you were at the top of your god damn game and you of all people told Vincent K. Mcmahon himself live in the center of the ring how you felt and ever since that day... you just have not felt like your true self... what happened to the Kurt Orton of old? The man of not quitting, never giving up... the man that ultimately had everything he ever wanted just stay cradled up in his hands!

You my son have had battles far worse than what i've seen and two-thousand thirteen was supposed to be your year to get back on top... look inside you thick headed skull and get everything you know of your former self.... Bring it back! Family my son is how we ride... as Ortons but if arguing with me and ending it all is "how you roll" then strike me in the back of the head with the picture above me and never step foot here again because this is what your becoming ... A stain under my boots and a footnote in the Orton Legacy.

Make a decision.

Staring at my dad's dissapointment was hard so i closed my eyes and dreamed of the actual last time I was home fighting for my fans, i felt the world lifting above my shoulders only to find darkness rear it's ugly head again and cast a shadow of destain... I hated myself each day I was on the dark side and regretted every moment of my alliance with POT, attacking my uncle wasn't what was good for business... it was bad for family and today, right now... all of that changes.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

This is all coming from a man who lost everything... right? A man who disrespects other superstars and spits in the legends who made him what he is tanding before me today... my own father. I learned how to do those exact same things from you, when I saw opportunity... Edge told me to seize it and when I needed to be the dirtiest god damn player in the motherfucking business Ric Flair the Nature Boy WOOOOO!!! taught me that! I developed all of those different attributes because of people you keep in close contact with but as the old saying goes "Keep your friends close, your enemies closer" I still have that embedded in me because as long as i've known Bob Cena, I know in this rumble he will be just like me! Eliminating the first person he sees but what you fail to comprehend on is that I am never planning on being a footnote or a stain in the legacy because I am exactly a carbon copy of you dad... just one step ahead!

Randy would now stand up and by hearing all of his son's words, he would begin to get angry and stare him down with rage in his eyes... Kurt laughed and continued on with his rant.

I am able to control everything... my anger, my words, my actions and even my moves in the ring and when you tried to explain to me what the Kurt Orton of old was ... he came back asking me "Why?" Why am I changing? Oh yeah, now I get it because i'm making my change right here and right fucking now! I'm not going to hurt you in no way possible but just understand that everything you taught me from 5 years old to 25 years old still kicks in, the venom still runs through my damn veins! I have alawys been faster, quicker, more agile then grandfather once was and your days in Evolution... you were the mold that everyone wanted to copy! Now in this "Apex Predator" form... your a fucking garden snake hiding in the father who raised me with blood sweat and tears for Thy WWE. My baby sister should not have to see you crumbling at your feet like a worthless bitch! What she should be seeing is "The Viper" rising above his demons and making his name known for the family and bringing back happiness into this household!

Stare me down all you want dad but this is my decision, i'm sticking to who I am until my fans make my damn decision for me like they always do... until then this venom you see running through my veins stops because unlike you i can actually keep a woman locked under my fangs!

Randy struggled to keep his cool and I could definitely see it in his eyes that he was ultimately pissed, I felt relieved to drop another infamous bomb on him as he would just pat me on the shoulder with respect, my baby sister would now walk in the room as i picked her up from the ground.

{The Baby Sister} Alanna Orton

Brother, why were you and daddy arguing?

I tried to set up a logical anwser for her, but nothing was working... so i told her the truth for her to understand with such little kbnowledge of the world at a young and blooming age..

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

Ally, do you know where mommy is? If you don't know... me and daddy were arguing because baby sister he is not at his best moods to take care of you... as a family we must all be happy and good souls so God can grace us with his blessings to be stronger... when you and daddy watch me on the TV, Pray for me because i'm going to the top of the mountain just like a family should be positioned. At the top and nowhere else!

She tapped me on the shoulder like any litle sister would and she would call me "Warrior" something i needed going into Ascension with a fire burning through my soul... I kissed her on the cheek and lightly set her on the couch to watch her cartoons. Leaving the house, my dad walked up to me for the final time and wished me good luck in the rumble. The scene ends with me catching a taxi to the airport with music in my ears, ready and focused not only for the battle of my career but for hopefully of my life.

End of Scene 2


Scene 3: USA hits the UK

Time: 3:00 PM
Date:10/1/13
Area: Parking lot of Wembley Stadium
Characters: Kurt Orton, "POT" Bob Cena


The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will. - Vince Lombardi

Today was the day. Everything I said over the course of the last few weeks is all going to pay off right here in this very stadium... even though i'm out of the states and reaching the angels up above in the heavens for my forgiveness these past few months... I know where I stand, the mountains are hard to climb but I will find a way to make these haters, these non-believer who don't understand what future awaits them. it's not a matter of who returns tonight... it's not a matter of who the biggest damn joke is in the rumble but i'll make sure damn well that it's not me that becomes the laughing stock.

Doubt. Doubt is what I get everytime I step into a closed enviroment like this match tonight but I say screw that because it always gets to me whenever I am faced with pressure and i'm tired of always walking out without my goal set on what I want it to be. I won't back down for no one because that's not how I was raised.

Kurt was now able to jump out of his car with ease as he tried hard enough to focus on winning the rumble and honestly... it was the number one thing in thy WWE he has never been able to do but on the flip side... he's been in the company for 3 1/2 years but he's always been primed to go for things like this? It is his time? Maybe he wasn't ready to step back in all of the spotlight just this very moment? He was now able to walk down the long concrete road full of gravel, talking to his inner voices inside his head.

I can't ask anyone for their help... I've never needed it because i knew I could succeed and in the time i've worked here for that old goose... I have busted my ass through the nastiest of falls and walked the line of fire to battle the baddest of fools to ever step into the ring.

Sometimes I have to let the voices in my head go away and believe in my inner self for once, ignore the demons that constanly rage war inside my skull and remember who I really am. I respect all the people who have made me this way but I need to step out of the darkness and realize the light that calls me. realize the light that shines at the end of the tunnel and walk towards it only to be greater at what I do. I'm not that paper champion anyomre from 2012 who lost the title due to ego and pressure. I had my reasons when I punted my uncle in the head, it was to surpass him and to do what the demons inside me wanted. I just know how to work things out to fit my qualifications.

Kurt would now strap up his duffle bag and hold the door handle, thinking about what might happen next.

I'm not sure if I want to do this, but this is for all the people who have called me the laughing stock or the tool of this company ... so now i'm going to prove them all the fuck wrong!

Kurt would now easily look confident and walk into the stadium with a smile on his face while everyone greets him, but standing in the shadows is Intercontiental Champion Bob Cena who has been on a hiatus as of late, he looks very furious with his tag partner and looks to clear the air with him.


{"POT"} Bob Cena

Lately, you have fallen off the radar of being my friend. how in the hell are we "brothers" if you can't keep up your end of the damn bargain! All those times where I said you were a very experinced wrestler... it was true but sometimes I doubt that you even have a brain when it comes to leaving a guy like me behind.

I looked at him with a sign of disgust on my face, just trying not to bald up my fist in rage to hit him... though he stared at me with an emotionless look on his face, like he didn't even care about how i felt. Cena took a long deep breath before continuing to speak.

You know what... I want you to be lucky tonight. Have all the luck out there in the world that you want because I guarantee to you this Kurt, If you and me lock horns like we did in the final six or hell even in the final two... I won't hold back! If I do it's because I still respect you as a man for what you've been through these past few months! Consider the Legend Killers and your membership in OFU though to be terminated after this match though because you have failed us for the last god damn time!

Orton calmed down and smirked at him before walking away, not even saying a word but to show that he honestly didn't give a god damn two shits about the partnership he had with the Professor, he put up the one finger salute which did piss him off to a degree and I started to feel the grip of his dictatorship coming off of me, though I was not finished so Orton had now turned around soon after Cena stepped into the light and spoke my mind.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

Everytime I walked back from a grueling hard fought battle, you were never there to help me out and the reason is because your just so damn selfish, so damn egotistical but then you degrade yourself to such a low card title... I bet that your gonna be the mid-card sensation now after you beat JTB a second or third time! You'll be the next Honky Tonk Man or Mr. Perfect with that title and trust me when I say this... that title is garbage if you have on you any longer my friend! Just a reminder in case you try to play with my damn emotions! All you saw me was a scapegoat to escape your fights but now i'm happy to be free from you stupidity!

Don't you see bobby, I was tired of being your damn servant because that whole time we were battling for control against the knights, where were you?! Oh yeah I know, you were on your ass just sitting at home ad not lifting a finger to help me in my time of need!! not once did we get that tag title shot we worked our asses off for and fuck management because I saw from day one that you weren't a true friend! Pipe bombs are for pubescent weaklings who have no backbone... this sir is a wake up call to grow up and realize destiny! But you wouldn't know that... if there is anything worse than me being called a failure... it's a damn Cena who can't stop sucking off their cousin's success!


Orton and Cena stared each other down like two bulls just ready to lock horns, nose all flared up and they seemed like they were getting back to the golden days where they just hated each other's guts to an extent. It was all coming back to haunt them both because The Prodigy has never in his whole career beaten the Proffessor of Thuganomics in singles competition .... Orton knew that and was sure as hell ready for the next battle or encounter that might come between the two newly re-kindled rivals.

The scene now ends with Orton walking off to his locker room and closing the door in complete rage, just infuriated and seething with anger at his now former best friend who just turned his back on him, but Orton now put a devilish smirk on his face with the venom rushing like a faucet because this was all setting up the fuel to ascension which is just a few hours away.


End of Scene 3

Scene 4: It's my time to shine and I won't back down.

Time: 7:30 PM
Date:10/1/13
Area: Kurt Orton's Locker Room
Characters: Kurt Orton, Burris Troy


We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort. - Jesse Owens


This wasn't the life I had growing up, it wasn't all this crazy and i was not the average five year old who played with Fisher-Price toys and carried around a sippy cup begging my mom for juice each day, I was training for moments like these to happen and all of that was the beginning to see this light I have in front of me just waiting to be looked at for the true purpose. I don' live in fear I live in a world of opprtunity ... something some people can't have. - Kurt Orton

The fourth and final scene began at a very darkened room with glass all over the floor and Orton trying to contain the inner demons inside of him by just screaming out the pain, the memories won't stop and he just couldn't take it... so more breaking and punishing had to be done until everything was settled. His time to shine was right now and he knew deep down that the good soul within wanted to come out and be free from the caged enemy he hated. All that losing, all that stress wanted to come out and take control but it was too much to take in.

Orton was able to put all of his attire on successfully but suddenly he saw the change of light begin to breakthrugh his vision within a flash but he remembered memories of all his past losses throughout the month and just the string of stress he had to endure, was all the arguing he had enough to fuel him into winning the biggest match in Thy WWE History? Only time can tell as he now was able to scatter the glass in the corners of the room.


Burris Troy was scheduled for an interview around this exact same time with the former world champion, so he walked in and probably saw the worst thing to ever horrify him, he saw Orton's eyes blood red with rage and his scowl wider than lion's growl but that didn't stop him from walking in and taking the heat, though Burris was able o sit down quietly and not disturb Kurt, soon speaking through the camera with a look of fear on his face.



{Interviewer} Burris Troy

Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce one of the fourty entrants in tonight's Ascension Rumble match... "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton!!!



Orton tried to contain himself by taking deep breaths but it was just too much to stop the rage building up inside of him as a towel was draped over his head. Burris would now begin to ask his first question.



Kurt, tonight you are in the Ascension Rumble for a second time and last year you were in the final six, do you look for any improvement this time around?

I was now able to calm the demons down inside my head as Burris patiently awaited an anwser.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

Burris, you have known me from the time I stepped in here to stop my big brother from going on a rampage, you've seen my many changes, my weird hairstyles and most importantly me being in some of the happiest or saddest moods of my life... I've been backstabbed by many people I have trusted but in this rumble tonight, I trust no one from entrant one to fourty because they are all out for the glory of the brass ring they hope to capture when I have busted my ass night in and night out for just... one ... more ... match!

I know who to look out for and with all the demons that have engulfed my brain, just know that I am ready not only to improve my number of eliminations that I have but I am damn sure ready to go all the fucking way for something that i need back on my shoulder! I'm not the biggest, the strongest, the dumbest or the craziest but i sure as all hell am the opprtunist you see that is changing the game once again. The Kurt Orton you know that had started out the year with ruthless agression is now ending the year with that same fire in his eyes to never give up and strive for nothing less but the win!


Burris smirked at me now, knowing and remembering the Prodigy he once somewhat formed a bond with... he now begins asking his second question while Orton stands up to shake out his limbs.

{Interviewer} Burris Troy

All of this preperation and time you took off since we last seen you, is it making you more focused for the rumble?

Orton took another deep breath and was quickly able to respond with great ease.


{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

The time I took off to spend time with my wife since her pregnancy was to definitely prepare for the rumble and get myself motivated for Wrestlemania Four where I will be better than ever in order to be your world champion, tonight it doesn't what anyone thinks about me ... all that matters is them watching their backs and every movement that they make because desperate times can and will call for desperate measures if I am coming in.

Burris noded as Orton calmed himself down of everything he has been through, he now begins to move foward to the next question on his list.

{Interviewer} Burris Troy

Any comments you might have going forward in your match this evening to any of your competitors or enemies you might see?

Orton laughs hysterically at the comments made by Burris and soon locks target on his objective, he shakes out his limbs one more time and begins to speak.

{"The Prodigy"} Kurt Orton

Burris... it's like this. For about quarter of this year, you have seen me become "that guy" ... it's a guy I hate but he wants to come out of his shell to bring hell upon those who have hert him over the years, when I was growing up in jersey, I was always bullied for how i looked or my opinion on other people and I hated every second... my mom would always tell me before she passed to make friends not enemies and trust me when I tell you... I tried my damn hardest to become popular.

Nothing worked until I was put up for adoption and no one wanted me until I saw Randy and Samantha just stare at how adorable I was when i was about 5 years old... I trained my ass off in the backyard to get faster, to become stronger each day and to also carry on the legacy of the Orton name and this match right here tonight will prove why I am the prodigical son of a generation, I don't give a fat rat's ass if your Bob Cena, B-Zero, Alex Kendall or hell I don't care if your Vincent Kennedy fucking Mcmahon with jacked up muscles and a huge weiner the size of the twin towers on 9/11 because I WILL WIN THIS RUMBLE MATCH!!!!! I DO NOT QUIT! I DO NOT GIVE UP!


This contest will not only shut a few mouths but it will start opening people's eyes ... even you Christian because you'll never get over your own faults, your own ego will bring you down... i'm not the guy who roots for the opposing team but I prey to the heavens that Beno gives you the beating you fucking deserve... then i'm going to march in to Wrestlemania Four, win the damn match and stake my claim as the Thy WWE Heavyweight champion of the world for a second time! If I have to go through Adam and eve, the four horsemen, the devil and even the almighty lord himself sitting up above then i'll do what I need to win! Best in the World can go kiss ass! I'm better than that and I honestly don't need a fucking gimmick to prove it!

Burris taps him on the shoulder, trying to get him to calm down but Orton spears him with the intensity in his eyes all red and very blurry ... He stands up and begins breathing very heavily as he continues on with his chilling words to the locker room.

I say year in and year out that i'm going to be the most ruthless son of a bitch you ever met, it took me a full year and a half to win the Television championship and I had to be carted out like a pussy bitch because I was too banged up to even stand but my coiurage pushed me into the next night and I battled Mark Greenburg to retain that title.... guys like Brian freaking Gunn left because of that asshole boss and owner we have... i'm doing this for him, Sheamus who is the toughest fighter I have ever been in a fight with... screw it! i'm doing this for all the damn legends and mentors I grew up with who understand what pro wrestling is... it's putting your body on the line for the damn fans who pay their money to see good fucking fights go on and if I have to die right here in jolly' ol Wembley Stadium just to kick either one of the winner's ass in Venice Beach then so freaking be it!

Ask yourself this question at the end of the night when the smoke is cleared and everything is set in stone, am I really what's best for business?! Or are you going to give it to Scott Wilson who likes to degrade people and call himself what he sure as hell isn't... all he is is a talker who speaks the truth now while he is 3-0 and he does prove his all in the squared and does back it up, he just doesn't have the burning fire that drives management into giving im his push... So what if he has victoies only over some jobbers? Does that make him better than yours truly? Hell NO! Your substance Scott.. blatient and direct substance... you have nothing worth my time or energy!

I don't care about my struggles because those are what make me stronger for guys like you, you remind me of my step brother Killa Outlaw, he was all about the darkness and the pain, he liked to hurt people so my parents put him in a mental psych ward so he can be contained... that's where fakes like you come in wilson... i'm going to expose your mask to the world ... god don't like ugly my friend! I guarantee that your fantasies of being sick and twisted will all fade... to.... black!

Orton flares up even more now as Burris just signals himself to exit the room as he looks at him with determination in his eyes.

Are you going to give it to that success sucking nutcase Bob Cena who keeps prancing around about how's he is the best in the world... truly when you think about it though peeps. He's either just plain full of his own ego or he's busy winning titles which are irrelevant and out of date to anyone's knowledge. If he thinks that being the IC Champ is making him "Best In The World" ... trust me amigo... the only reason your that title is because daddy was too drunk to all you the freaking disgrace that you are! Leaders, World Dominators and Presidents wouldn't even compare to how bad you disgrace you were to the tag team or to our friendship! We were long time brothers to this sport but you stabbed me in the damn back ... started from the bottom now we here back in the same spot like last year! I'm proud to kick your ass again Bob, cherish this moment because it'll be the last!

Orton stares up in the celing with a chuckle in his voice, he looks down into the camera lens and speaks about another random person in the rumble.

I got one better... Are you going to give the title of "best for business" to that lunatic Dean Ambrose whose looks like he/she could posibly be in a mental home after what I saw on Raw 115! A drag queen! I knew he had something inside him that needed to go but hey... the YMCA song wasn't a hit for nothing! I know this is one of the most intresting rumbles I have competed in my career but if you wear a a skirt... I hope we don't see a g-string... my son will be scarred for life

Orton takes a quick chuckle before getting back to his serious side, letting the venom flow throughout his blood with rage and animosity just boling inside.

Remember this at the end of the night boys and girls... Kurt Orton is back and he wants to fucking fight, the scenario could be that it could be bottom of the ninth with two outs and the home team comes back to win it all because they fought like champions! It could be the final five minutes of a football game and Chelsea is down by a goal but they rally up to came back and win the damn championship! here's a reason why... because they fight like they are going to die for their sport! I'm the guy that will go full limit for my fucking company because I LOVE WHAT I DO!

Orton takes ne final deep breath before giving out a devilish smile to the camera and doing his trademark catchprhase with grace and ease all behind it.







AND IF YOU DON'T KNOW.... NOW YOU KNOW!!!!


BECAUSE THAT'S..... HOW I FUCKING ROLL!

Orton begins to throw on the rest of his outfuit for the ebvening while walking out of his locker room, ready to experience his second rumble match going into the war with new stars ... the scene finally ends with Orton's jacket reading the words " Redemption is Cold! I am Colder"

EORP

["British Brawler" Zak Shields]

Birth of a Templar!

Zak is seen to be stood in the center spot of Wembley Stadium a week before the Rumble. The moon is high and stars are shining like a million fireflies in the sky. Zak is wearing his Ring attire covered over with a hooded cloak. The camera approaches Zak and he removes his hood.

Zak Shields - "Ascension, The act to Ascend to the peek of one's career. 40 men will try to ascend to the peek of the rumble and only one will become the winner. Quite frankly I dont give a rats ass about taking down 39 other superstars. There is only one who i have my eyes fixed upon. Demmie Mae, You are yet to answer my challange. This rumble and all the competitors in it can kiss my ass. I will take part but only because i am contract bound. I put my best foot forward but this all means nothing to me. Win or lose i still hold out my challenge to you Demmie."

The camera fades out with Zak holding out his hand to the camera.

OOC - I hope people arent judgeing me for this lame ass excuse of an RP but i seriously have not had the time to RP. i would rather put something up then no show but dont worry i will be back with better work ASAP!!!

[Joey The Bastard]

THE CALL

"Come on, man, I can't do it without you." The Bastard pleaded.

"Absolutely not." It was Joey's former personal butler and assistant on the other end of the phone. Joey had been trying to reach him for a couple of weeks now. It was 3am now, and Joey finally managed to catch Reginald in bed by blocking in number using *67. "I've told you not to contact me." Reginald added.

"Come on, Reggie, you're the only person in this world that I can call a friend." Joey had started to speak frantically. He was half cut as usual these days. He hasn't been his normal self since losing the Intercontinental Title a few weeks ago.

"Not any more, I'm not" Reggie said coldly. "If The Bastard who was voted Superstar of the first half of 2013 were to see you like this..."

"He'd beat the shit outta me, I know, Reggie." Joey cut Reggie off. He didn't want to hear the truth from somebody so important to him. But, he needed to hear it...

"Don't bloody interrupt me, Joey." Reggie snapped back at Joey, irritated. "You need to snap out of this funk. Get some professional help. Trust me, you need it. Get off the sauce and start thinking clearly again. Sure, you lost the title, but you can always win it back."

"No, I can't."

"Not with an attitude like that, you can't."

"Not without you, Reggie. Help me..."

"I can't help you, Joey. It tears my heart apart, but there is nothing that I can do." Reggie's voice was wavering a little, but he knew Joey needed some tough love. "You need to help yourself before I can do anything to help you."

"What if I go to rehab? Or see a shrink, or something?" Joey was getting desperate now. "Would you come back then?"

The other end of the phone went quiet for multiple seconds. Joey started to think the call was dropped. He panicked.

"Reggie? Reggie, are you there?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. So you'll come back?"

"Get help."

With that, the call ended with a click from Reggie's end.

***

PRESS CONFERENCE

The scene opens up outside of Wembley Stadium. A huge crowd has turned out for the last press conference before Ascension live on Pay-Per-View. The crowd is buzzing as Burris Troy has a microphone and is standing at a podium.

Troy: Ladies and gentlemen, press and fans alike... Thank you so much for being a apart of this press event. We've had a fun day so far, and it's only going to get better...

Our next Thy WWE to appear is a former Intercontinental Champion, and, in fact, is the longest reigning IC Champion Thy WWE has ever seen... That's right, here is... Joey The Bastard!

The crowd begins to boo as The Bastard steps out from behind a curtain and on to the stage. He looks at the crowd, nodding. He takes a seat at the table in front of the microphone, looking bored. He listens to the boos from the crowd for a few seconds then leans forward to speak in to the mic.

JTB: Yeah, you're right to boo me... I fuckin' suck. Go ahead! I totally agree with you...

This angers the crowd even more as they start to yell stuff at The Bastard. Burris Troy tries to take control.

Troy: Alright, alright... The Bastard is here to answer some questions from the press first off, and then we'll open it up to questions from the fans.

Troy looks around the press section and picks one of the male reporters.

Troy: Yes, sir...

Man: Yeah, Drake Barrossa, SkySports... Joey, this is one of the biggest events on the Thy WWE calender... What is the backstage sentiment about it being held in England at Wembley Stadium? I mean, the stadium is drenched in so much history, and are you personally excited to possibly add to that rich history?

Joey stares at the guy for a second and chuckles.

JTB: First of all, the only reason I'm doing this little meet and greet is because my contract states that a have to a certain amount of public appearances a year... Second of all... I could care less about when and where I lose a fucking match. okay? Cause we all know I'm not gonna win the damn thing, so who the fuck really cares about all this history? There's a couple of guys in the back that might give a damn but I'm not one of them. Wembley and the whole damn country can sink in to the ocean for all I care... Then at least my sorry excuse for a career won't be alone down there...

Drake Barrossa looks confused then sits down. Troy shakes his head, disappointed, then looks for the next question...

Troy: Yes, ma'am, you have a question?

Woman: Janet Eagleson, Yahoo Sports... I would just like to know who you feel the favourites are to win the two big matches this Sunday?

Joey ponders for a second, then begins...

JTB: Well, I'll start off by telling you who the favourite ISN'T, and that's Joey the freakin' Bastard... Other than that... I dunno, Bob Cena? Maybe Kurt Orton will pull a miracle out of his ass again, who knows? Who cares, really, is the big question... The only match that matters is for the World Title, and we all know who's gonna win that match. Whoever wins the Rumble... It'll mean nothing because they're just gonna lose to Beno at Wrestlemania anyway, so why waste every body's time? Why even bother trying? I sure as fuck know that I'm not gonna go to Wrestlemania 4 to fight for the World Title against Beno... Losers don't main event Wrestlemanias, Jeannie...

Janet: Um, it's Janet...

JTB: Yeah, okay, whatever, Janice... Jesus Christ, who gives a shit about what your name is?

The crowd boos, but the boos begin to become louder as Beno, Thy WWE World Tag Team Champion is seen approaching through the crowd...

JTB: Oh, speak of the devil! Ladies and gentlemen, the Champ himself... The one and only... BENO!

Beno climbs of the stairs and on to the stage. He's holding the gold on his shoulder, and has a pair of sunglasses on. He walks over to the podium where Burris is standing. Beno pushes Troy out of the way and stands at the podium. Soaking in the reaction from the crowd.

JTB: To what do we owe this great honor, Champ?

Beno: It's time for some real questions, Bastard...

JTB: Nice, sounds good... Shoot.

Beno: First question... What are you doing?

JTB: Uhh... What? I'm doing this stupid press...

Beno: No... What are you doing? Wallowing in self pity? Making a mockery of the Knight's name?

JTB: Hey, man, you saw what happened! Cena won, took the title... Blade beat me in my last match, too. I'm a fuckin' loser!

Beno takes his shades off, closes them, and tucks them in the neck of his shirt. He walks across the stage to The Bastard and slaps him in the face. Hard. The crowd gasps and a lot of them cheer.

Beno: Wake the hell up, Joey! You're pathetic... What happened to The Bastard? Huh? The most hardcore sonovabitch in the history of Thy WWE... Where is he? We're left with this...

Motions at The Bastard.

Beno: A shell of your former self... A joke.

JTB Rubs his face, looking pissed off...

JTB: What the fuck do you want me to do? I can't win! They're better than me!

Beno slaps JTB in the face again. This time, harder. JTB stands up out of his chair and goes to get in Beno's face.

JTB: Hey, man, what the fu...

Beno shoves JTB back wards in to the chair. JTB topples back over the chair as the crowd laughs and cheers.

Beno: Get up, you worm, and be a man, dammit! Where's the biggest, the baddest in town, huh? Where is he? Do you see him anywhere?

Crowd: NO!

Beno: Do you wanna see Joey the Bastard back to the sick and twisted bastard we all remember?

Crowd: YES!

Beno: Get up, Joey... Strike me! Be a man! BE A MAN!

Joey gets up off of his rear end and shakes his head...

JTB: No...

Beno with another tremendous slap to the face of JTB. JTB screams out in anger but still doesn't attack.

Beno: Well, folks, there you have it... More proof that Joey the Bastard is nothing more than Beno's BITCH!

With that he slaps JTB again and JTB snaps. He lunges forward and grabs Beno by the throat with fire in his eyes. He pushes Beno up against the wall, with his fist armed and ready to go...

Beno: Do it! Hit me! I dare you! HIT ME! COME ON!

The crowd is roaring... The Bastard is back! He holds his fist, ready to knock Beno's lights out... But then Joey shakes his head no, and let's Beno go. The crowd begins to boo loudly as JTB storms off the stage and behind the curtain leaving Beno alone and shaking his head. Beno storms off the stage as well as Burris Troy takes his place back at the podium.

Troy: Guys, I'm really sorry about all of this... We're going to have to cut this day short, but what I do know is that this Sunday may change the face of this company for a very long time. The importance of the outcomes of these matches may never be matched in this business again... Tune in Sunday night, LIVE on Pay-per-view to see it all go down... I'm Burris Troy, and thank you London!

***

BREAKING FREE

Joey stared down the barrel of his loaded .44 special. Tears streamed down his cheeks as moved the gun and pressed the barrel against his skull. He put his finger on the trigger, sobbing now.

"Fuck it." he said in between sobs and pulled the trigger.

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The Bastard awoken from his drunken slumber half draped across the Round Table. The chambers were dimly lit by laterns scattered randomly through out the room. It was damp and musty.

Joey looked around the room, confused. What happened? It was obviously a dream, but how had he gotten back to Camelot? He hadn't drank that much, had he? Joey looked at his hands, and found that he was holding the gun from the dream. Or was it a vision? Had he looked in to the near future? What ever the case, the gun that would eventually be Joey's demise was located smack dab in The Bastard's drunken clutches.

"Jesus Christ!" Joey freaked out and threw the gun away and in to a corner. "What have I been smoking?"

Loud buzzing filled Joey brain, and, man, was it ever painful. Joey gritted his teeth and let out a yell.

"AHHHH!" he screamed. "It hurts!"

End it all...

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

The buzzing became stronger, and the pain became damn near unbearable.

You know how to end the pain and suffering...

"SHUT UP! What's happening?"

The gun...

"AHHHHHHHH! Make it stop..."

Use the fucking gun, you pussy!

The Bastard shook his head in agony and looked to the corner where he threw the gun. The glow from one of the laterns had lit up the area almost like a beacon. Joey struggled to his feet and staggered over to the corner.

The gun... End it all...

Joey looked back at the Table. What was once a thing of beauty was now a horrible wretched creature that The Bastard did not recognize. It was covered with trash and blood and dried up booze and empty bottles. The ashtrays were full of butts to the point that The Bastard had started to just butt out his cigarettes on the Table it self...

You did this to me...

"What the...?"

THE GUN!

The Bastard watched the dim light from the lanterns dance across the Table and the garbage covering it. He could swear that he saw the face of evil on that Table.

"I..."

REVENGE! END IT ALL YOU SACK OF SHIT!

The Bastard picked up the gun from the cold stone floor. He stared down the barrel of his loaded .44 special.

Over here, dumb-ass... I wanna see it for myself...

The Bastard obeyed the beckoning call from The Table. Was it even The Table Joey was hearing? Or was it his own twisted, warped mind taking over? Nevertheless, The Bastard approached The Table and sat down where he had awakened from moments ago.

Do it now... You must pay for what you have done to me...

The Bastard stared down the barrel of his loaded .44 special. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He pressed the barrel of the gun against his head, sobbing now.

DO IT!

"Fuck it..." Joey said between sobs as he put his finger on the trigger.

PULL THE TRIGGER! NOW!

The Bastard closed his eyes and went to pull the trigger. Ending it all like The Table wanted. Or was it what Joey wanted?

"NO!" The Bastard screamed and threw the gun away. "FUCK YOU!"

Joey got up and rushed to the side of the room, grabbing a battle ax from it's mount. He lunged at The Table with all of his might, hacking away at it with the ax.

"You can't control me anymore!" Joey screamed in between chops. "Never again!"

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Joey dropped the ax, exhausted, but he wasn't done. He went over and grabbed two lanterns off the wall and pours it's contents on The Table. Then he grabbed two more from a different side of the chambers and did the same. This continued as Joey grabbed every last lantern in the room and dumped the flammable liquid inside on to the Round Table until he was in total darkness.

The Bastard stopped, breathing heavily, gasping for air. He couldn't even see his own hands in front of him it was so dark in those chambers. He reached down and checked his pocket. He fiddled for a second, searching for something. Then he found what he was looking for...

Matches.

The Bastard struck a match and then lit the entire pack. He held the lit match book in his hand while staring down at the Round Table.

"Burn, you son of a bitch!" Joey said and tossed the matches on The Table.

The gas ignited and the Table became engulfed in flames. The fire flickered and danced in the reflection of The Bastard's eerily happy eyes. The Table cracked and sputted as the wood began to catch. Joey turned his back on The Table and walked away from it. He left Camelot that night, never intending on ever going back. But as The Bastard walked down the halls of the castle away from the burning Table, he could swear that he could hear it screaming.

And that brought a smile to The Bastard's face...

***

SHRINK WRAP


"So, why do you drink, Joey?

The question caught The Bastard off guard. What a stupid fucking question...

"Oh, I dunno." The Bastard said, giving off a little hostility. "Maybe cause it's fun?"

The shrink, Dr. Rommel, sat back in his chair, writing on his note pad. He looked over his glasses at Joey, and said, "No, why do you really drink so much?"

"I told you, dude... It's fun. It passes the time when things get boring." Joey shrugged it off like he always does.

"You can't hide behind your addictions, Joey." Rommel said rather matter-of-factly. "What makes reality so bad, that you have to drown it out with substances?"

That question hit The Bastard like a tonne of bricks to the chest.

"I dunno..."

"Think back." The shrink guided Joey. "Back to your childhood. Did you come from a happy home?"

"Fuck no." He was damn sure about that answer. "My dad was a douche-bag. He's dead now, but when he was alive, he used to beat the shit outta me. Back hands to the face for nothing. Kick me in the ass. And I'm talking hard boots, too. He'd slap me around and punch me in the face and stuff... A real prick."

"And why do you think he did those things?" Rommel asked.

"Cause I deserved it." It was Joey's turn to be matter-of-factly this time. "I was a loser then, and I'm a loser now. Maybe that's why I drink all the time. So I can forget about how big a loser I really am. And my mom wasn't much better. She did nothing... Absolutely nothing to help me, or to stop him, you know why?"

"Why's that?"

"Cause if she opened her mouth against him, he'd beat the shit outta her, too." The Bastard was getting angry. "And so he should have... A family of losers."

"Listen" Rommel said calmly. "Just because your parents were less than savory human beings, doesn't mean that you to be one, too. We pave our own paths. The things happen to us in our lives, help mold us in to who we are, and what we can become. Learn from your past, and learn from the mistakes you've made. You don't need booze or drugs to make you a better person. Most of all, you need to realize that only you can change who you are. You think you're a loser... Why? Because somebody told you that you were? That's not good enough in my mind. It's your actions that determine just how successful or unsuccessful you are. Not the objects that you have. If you are happy, than you are successful. Are you happy, Joey?"

The Bastard cracked a smile, and said, "Well, after a speech like that, I think I'm getting there."

"Good to hear."

"I mean, sure my dad was a prick... Sure they blame me for the death of my little sister... We were playing and I started to get rough, and I started chasing her around and she ran in to the street and got smoked... It sucked." The Bastard took a moment to reflect. "But, they were wrong. It wasn't my fault. It was a school zone, and the guy was going 65. We were just kids being kids. I regret that day, and I wish I could go back and do something to change the outcome, but I know that can't happen. Every thing happens for a reason."

"How was your relationship with your sister?" Rommel asked, letting Joey finish his thoughts.

"It was great." Joey said with a smile. "I loved her with all my heart. More than I've ever loved anything in this world. And she loved me, too. I was her idol. We were best friends. But, then that happened and it all went down hill from there..."

"So, your sister..." Rommel had something big planned. "She loved you... You guys were the best of friends. The way a ture family should be. She thought you were a winner, didn't she?"

The Bastard brushed away a tear, and said "Yeah... yeah, she did."

"Well, I guess that makes you a winner now, doesn't it?" Rommel was really good at manipulating one's mind. "And if she could see you now... Not right this instant but professionally. You have loads of money, and your career is flourishing. Wins and losses will happen equally. You're getting paid. You've become a superstar of which the likes your parents would have never thought you could become. You've taken their neglect and abuse, and you've become a better person. You've battled poverty and starvation, and you've over come every obstacle that's been put in front of you. This bout with depression that you're enduring right now... It's just another obstacle for you over come, and just like every other time... You will beat it. And your sister... She would be very proud of you."

The Bastard wiped away a few more tears. "Thanks, doc... I needed that."

"And I have a surprise for you..." Rommel motioned toward the door of his office. "An old friend is here to see you?"

The Bastard eyes lit up as his former personal butler and assistant walked in to the room. He had a big smile on his face, as did Joey. Joey got up to greet him.

"Reggie!"

"Sir Bastard..." Reggie said in his old monotone voice. "It's great to see you again. I knew you would make the right choice and seek help."

"Yeah, Dr. Roms is great." The Bastard said while patting the doctor on the shoulder. "We're making some real progress here."

"I know, I was listening in." Reggie said, cheekily.

"Oh, you cheeky bastard!" The Bastard said while laughing. He grabbed Reggie and gave him a big hug.

"I'm happy for you, Sir Bastard." Reggie was getting all welled up in his eyes. "Now you see the light, and I hope you realize the error of your ways. You don't need booze to be the best. You're fine the way you are with out it. You're the best IC Champion Thy WWE has ever seen, and after you win the Rumble and go on to Wrestlemania, you'll be the best damn World Champion Thy has ever seen as well."

"Thanks, man." The Bastard hugged Reggie again. "You're a real pal, you know that?"

"Yes." Reggie said flatly as The Bastard laughed. "I guess we should get going to Wembley, shouldn't we?"

"You know what, Reggie?" The Bastard had made his decision. "I think I'm gonna go it alone from here on out. You've done so much for me in our time together. I couldn't ask any more from you. You are hereby relieved from your duties to Camelot. I'll see that the purser gives you enough for an early retirement."

"Thank you for keeping your word." Reggie said in his fatherly tone. "That's all that matters in the end. Now get your ass to England and do what you do best... Be the best!"

"I'm on it, Reggie." The Bastard looked at Rommel and shrugged and gave him a big hug, too. "Thanks, doc... Catch ya later, dudes!"

Joey and the others shook hands before The Bastard walked out the door on his way to Ascension, revitalized, and more confident than ever before.

Look out world...

***

BACK TO THE STREETS

The scene opens up in a back alley in downtown Vancouver, Canada. The Bastard is seen standing next to a barrel fire holding a duffel bag. He looks over and spots the camera.

JTB: Well, well, well.... Look where we are now. Back to where it all began. You know, I feel more at home here than I ever felt in that castle at Camelot. Yeah, I had every thing I ever wanted... Or at least thought I wanted... Money, girls, fancy things, all the booze I could drink... But in the end it means nothing. My brothers and sister in the Knights still mean the world to me, I have officially moved out of Camelot. I'll take a back alley cubby, or a crappy apartment any day. I won't sacrifice my pride and sense of worth just to be thought of as a better person. I am who I am, and there's nothing I can do to change that. And you know what that is?

A Champion.

A Champion in life. A champion in soul. A champion in my profession as a professional wrestler. Do I hold a physical title belt? Nope, but that doesn't matter. At he end of the day, people will remember me for being the longest reigning IC Champ in Thy WWE history. They will remember me for being a Tag Team Champion for a whole year, and after this Sunday... They will remember me for out lasting 39 other men and women for the chance to main event Wrestlemania 4... And they will remember me for being biggest, baddest bastard on the whole damn planet!

Because let's look at the facts. Every body in this damn Rumble match... I've already beaten, except for two men...

JTB reaches in to the bag and pulls out two small posters. One of Scott Wilson, and one of HardKore Comley...

JTB: The Last King? I'm afraid not because there's only one King of Thy WWE and that man is also the King of Camelot... My King AND yours... The future World Champ... The only TWO time World Champ... Beno. Wilson, you only wish you were as great as us. I see you brought together another band of misfits to try to put a stop to us...

Yawn...

How many times is this now? The third time this has happened? You guys need to come to terms with the fact that The Knights of Round Table aren't going anyway... It ends when WE say it ends. Not you! You're the latest flash in pan, Wilson... I've seen it thousands of times, and it always ends the same way. You roll through all the losers that Thy has to offer and finally, when you get in the ring with a real Thy WWE superstar, you fall short... Then you start with the bitching and complaining... "I'm better than this... I don't wanna do the job... Wah wah wah..." Hell, I could here you bitching the other week about our production values and you've only been here for like two weeks! You're not that important, Wilson... Nobody cares about what you have to say, and when it's all said and done... After you've been thrown over the top rope and to the floor, you'll still find something to bitch about, won't you? And when you step inside the ring with the big boys, you'll know that you don't have what it takes to become a champion in this business, and just like all the other flashes in the pans... You'll quit. You can have all the talent in the world, and I admit that from what we've all seen from you inside that ring, you are an extremely talented guy... But, like I said...

You'll quit.

And Comley? You think you're hardcore? Well, you're looking at the most hardcore sonovabitch in the world of wrestling today! One match with The Bastard and you'll be running back to bed to snuggle with your best friend, Scott Wilson... But, at least Wilson has some potential... You just plain suck, pal... All that hype for nothing. You don't belong in this match, Comley... You don't even belong in a wrestling ring period!

And with that... I bid you two... Good day!

The Bastard drops the two mini posters in to the barrel fire then continues...

JTB: Let's talk about another guy who doesn't belong in this match...

JTB pulls out a poster of Kurt Orton.

JTB: Hey, Lil' Squirt... What the hell are you even still doing here? You've failed time and time again, but you just keep trying. I guess I gotta give you credit for that, but there's gotta be a time when you realize that you can't realize your dream. It's impossible, Kurt. Not with guys like Joey the Bastard and Bob Cena standing in your way. Just give it up, Orton... It's depressing, and I've already beaten depression once this week. I don't really wanna have to do it again. Every thing you've done here in Thy is a joke. You alienated your own teammates in Senn, Hart, and POT... You're as bad as Dean Ambrose! But, at least Ambrose has some personality. You? You're a complete sham. A mixture of shit and piss with a little bit of puke thrown in for color. And that puke I speak of? The collective vomit of every single Thy WWE fan who tunes in each week or pays their hard earned money to sit in those seats to watch a boy try to act like a man...

Cause that's all you are, Orton... A boy. And boys don't win the big one...

JTB rips the poster in half...

JTB: I'm not gonna soil this perfectly good hobo fire with garbage like this...

JTB crumples up the poster and tosses it in a dumpster. Then he pulls out a picture of Bob Cena.

JTB: Look who it is... The IC Champion! Good on ya, Bobby C! It took you guys long enough to beat me, didn't it? I guess I did you all a favor, eh? In order to beat me for that Championship, you had to become better than you have ever been in your entire career. Sure, I lost, and I accept that, and you should be congratulated. But, your best day, Cena, when you beat me... I was only flying at half mast... I wasn't expecting you to turn out so well that night, but this Sunday night, you're gonna see Joey the Bastard flying at full sail... Full steam ahead... Balls to the wall!

Sure, you can beat me on your best day and I'm just having a below average night... But what happens when you bring your A game, and show up with an A+? You lose, Cena... That's what happens, and you, just like every body else in the Rumble, will know exactly what I'm talking about come next weeks episode of Monday Night Raw when Burris Troy gets on the mic and introduces...

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the winner of the 2013 Ascension Rumble... JOEY... THE... BASTARD!

But, don't dwell on it too much Cena... You'll still have the IC Title, because I've decided to move on to bigger and better things. I wiped my ass with the IC Title, and now I'm moving on to the big one. You? You've taken a step down, haven't you? Not good enough to the World Champ, are you? Never were, and you never will be... But, I know somebody who is... This guy right here!

JTB pulls out a picture of himself and tosses the pic of POT in to the fire...

JTB: This guy right here is Joey the Bastard in case you've been living under a rock for the passed year. And he's getting sick and tired of lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for an opportunity to present it self.

I'm tired of playing second fiddle! Sick of it! I'm the best wrestler in Knights, and I apologize to my bro and sis, but it's gotta be said. I'm the best Knight passed or present... The others couldn't handle the pressure... Brian Gunn is gone like the pansy that he is. FEAR and Anger ran home to their mommies after a little hissy fit ruined their night one night. Guys, I thought it was a brotherhood? And you're just gonna tuck your tails and run when the going gets tough?

You're a disgrace to the Knights name... Sure, you two helped come up with the concept, but you turned your back on it, and you turned your back on us... You're jokes... Have fun in Japan... I'll be here in the big leagues where the true stars come out to play. I see your little buddy, The War Bringer is here to make things right... Oh no, I'm scared now... More like the Snore Bringer... Blah blah blah, Merlin this and Merlin that... Man, fuck Merlin, we threw his ass out a long time ago, and I'm gonna throw you out, too...

OUT OF MY RING!

And I've been hearing through the grapevine that Barton might be showing up for the Rumble, too... Him and the Bore Bringer are gonna try and stop us, and take the Knights back and all that crap... Go ahead and try it!

I'm right fucking here waiting for you!

The thing about the Knights is that, sure, you guys had a hand in forming the group in some way or another. Whether your Merlin's son, or brother, or daughter or whatever the fuck you saw you are... But, when you guys did it... It was shit. You guys did nothing with it. You went on a mission to win all the titles, and on one faithful night, it happened... For one night only! What an accomplishment! You deserve a round of applause guys, good work...

Wait a minute...

The second round of the Knights did that, too, didn't they? And what's that? they held all the titles for like two or three months? Holy crap! Who gives a crap about those other losers holding the gold for one night, when we have these guys who are obviously the big dogs. Barton, you scratched and clawed to get the title, and then when you did.... You fizzled out and disappeared... You turned out to be yet another paper Champion and joined the likes of Kurt Orton and Bob Cena as the joke Champions of 2012... How does that make you feel, Barton?

So, when we look over all the evidence presented... The jokes title reigns... Gunn's reign was a thing of beauty, though, and I'm sure if he were today and saw what the Knights have become, he'd agree with me one hundred percent... The abandoning of the cause... When you take all that bullshit and you line it up to what Beno, Demmi and myself have accomplished... Your accomplishments just look like petrified turds waiting to turn to dust, don't they?

No wonder you wanted to come back so bad... You saw what this group became with out you... It became better with The Bastard in it! You want to feel relevant again, I get that... You want to have the big show down with Beno for the Title at Wrestlemania, I get that, too. The Battle of the two remaining originals... It practically writes it self! Too bad we're never gonna see it, because at WrestleMania 4, we're gonna see the battle of the Knights of today...

THE BETTER KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE!

Beno vs Joey the Bastard in the biggest match this company has, and will ever see... And, Barton, War Bringer, Brian Gunn, FEAR, Anger... You fuckin' losers will be doing what you've been doing for the past year... Watching from the side lines... So with that...

JTB pulls out a poster of the original Knights and one of the War Bringer and throws them in to the fire...

JTB: Bye, bye, dinosaurs... Nice knowing ya! Now I have one more set of pictures to get to before we wrap this up...

JTB pulls out a picture of Christian Knight and one of Beno...

JTB: This is match we've all been waiting for. The rematch of the century... But who's gonna win? That's simple...

JTB tosses the picture of Christian Knight in to the fire...

JTB: Beno is gonna win this hands down... It's obvious! You've have to a complete retard to think otherwise... But, don't worry, Beno... You're still my dawg... I'm not gonna burn your picture... Not yet. I'll save it for another date... I'll save it for when we go one on one for that title at Wrestlemania... The battle of the best... The King versus the Jester... It will be a match for the ages...

And trust me when I tell you...

It will happen.

The Bastard puts Beno's poster up on the side of the building, then puts his own up beside. He pulls out a can of spray paint and sprays a big V in between the posters...

Beno V Joey the Bastard

JTB: I like the sound of that... No hard feeling, good buddy...

JTB laughs and walks off as the camera slowly zooms in on the fire before fading out.

***

MOMENT OF TRUTH

We open in the back stage area of Wembley Stadium for Ascension... It is only mere minutes before the show goes live to millions across the globe. Joey the Bastard is standing at the interview area with a mic in his hand.

JTB: It's for us to witness history... For the first time, not thirty, but forty men and women will enter that ring and fight for a chance to main event at the showcase of the immortals... Immortals like Stone Cold Steve Austin... Like Kurt Angle, Hulk Hogan, and the Macho Man himself... For the first time, Joey the Bastard enters the Rumble, and for the first time, The Mohawk'd One out lasts 39 others and makes his own history...

I've sat quietly for lone enough... Watching over and over as other guys get a shot before I do... Undeserving sons of bitches that wouldn't know what to do if a Championship fell on their laps... And I sat back and said "That's cool... I can wait. My time will come..."

But it never came...

So, now's the time when I say screw it and take what I deserve... And that's a shot at the big one on the grandest stage of them all... Every body has gone through their own personal Hells to be here, but none as hellish as mine... Street fights, drug addiction, knife fights, dead relatives, hateful parents, you name it... If it sucks, I've experienced it... But there's nothing that brings me more joy than I step through that curtain to entertain the world inside that squared circle... It's what I was born to do!

It's the only thing I know how to do!

And when I think in my head about possible outcomes in this match, only one outcome makes sense to me... Joey the Bastard!

Nobody had a better year than I did... I've done more in one year than the guys in the back will do in their entire career... And just to top it off... A rumble victory...

I've bitten my tongue in the back with all the politics and what not, but I'm done with it. It's my time to shine brighter than anybody else can... I'm like a damn super nova! It's time to stop standing in the back ground, swaying like some mindless drone and prove it to the world... It's time to take center stage...

It's time to excel...

I am the best God damned professional wrestler that Thy WWE has to offer. They all know it's true. Even the new guys know it... They show up in the locker room and here people talking... Did you see JTB's match? It's was awesome! I do this on a nightly basis!

It's what I was born to do!

Started from the bottom of the barrel... Made a name for myself... Did favors, and helped others along on their own separate paths, and now it's time to up the ante... It's time to raise the bar... It's time to BE that bar, and right now, I'm set so damn high that I don't think anybody else will be able to reach me...

I'm reignited... I'm sober... And I'm ready... No, I'm GOING... To win this Rumble tonight!

Is Jacob Senn gonna win it? I think not... He's worse than Kurt Orton, I'd say... Jacob Senn is the worst of the worst... He finally gets a shot at the title, and he loses, that's fine, it happens... But then to just walk off the job like he did? At least Orton gets back up... And the the only reason why Senn came back was because he was promised another shot at the title... What an arrogant prick... He couldn't get it done against Beno, and he couldn't get it done against Christian Knight either... And I'm sure after I toss his sorry ass over the top and both his feet touch the floor tonight... He'll take his ball and run home for a third time...

Jacob Senn... You say you've been champion in every other fed you've been in? Well, those company must be the crying shits, cause you're never gonna be the World Champion in Thy WWE... Because you're just not good enough to pull it off. It's as simple as that... So come on out and try again, and fail... But this time after you throw a fit and take off... Don't bother coming back.

The Bastard smirks at the camera before going on.

JTB: And that brings me to my good friend, Demmi... I just want to you to know that I hope you go far in this match, and I want you to know that what ever happens... There will be no hard feelings. But if comes down to be you getting in my way tonight...

I will slap the shit outta you.

I'm sorry, but this is bigger than the Knights... It's bigger than Camelot. It's all about The Bastard tonight, and I will happy to form an alliance with you early on, but if it needs to happen, I will not hesitate to slap you across the face and throw your pretty little ass over the top rope!

This is my show, that is my ring, and this is my night! Nobody stops me, because the pieces have been set in motion long ago. Whether you like me or not, if you wanna join my Band of Hooligans, jump in, but hold on... You're all in for the ride of your lives... The Bastard is back and better than ever before!

And if you don't like it...

BITE IT!

The Bastard wags his tongue at the camera before leaving to get ready.

The End.

[Niall]

Monday 23rd September 2013
Ford Field, Detroit, Michigan, USA

Scene opens up backstage at the Ford Field in Detroit, Michigan, before Monday Night Raw 113 has kicked off. We see the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena standing alongside his friend Crack in the catering area. Cena is wearing a red zipped up Operation Fuck Up hoodie with a pair of camo shorts, with his Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder, while Crack is wearing a black Operation Fuck Up shirt with a pair of denim jeans. A ThyWWE cameraman approaches the duo as they stand, seemingly annoyed at something.


Bob Cena:
A couple of weeks ago on Monday Night Raw 112, I went out against Dean Ambrose and I made a statement, I did what I do every time I appear on Monday Night Raw.........I made the boys and girls aware that I'm not to be messed with. And you're gonna hear all of these lame promos from mid card talent over the next few weeks about why they think that they are gonna win the Royal Rumble at Acension.........Now some of you may have contrasting opinions on who you think is gonna win that match, you're entitled to your own opinion. But what you cannot ignore, what you're not entitled to is your own facts...........Its nobodys opinion that I beat the holy Hell out of Dean Ambrose, its a fact!

Cena takes his Intercontinental Championship from over his shoulder and holds it up to the camera.

Bob Cena:
The most prestigious championship in Thy World Wrestling Empire at this very moment, Fact! It is mine, Fact! The man who retired Bret "The Hitman" Hart, fact! The youngest World Heavyweight Champion, the youngest Intercontinental Champion and the youngest Triple Crown Champion of all time................Fact!

Cena throws the championship title over his shoulder and continues.

Bob Cena:
You dont have to cheer me, because that is simply your opinion, you can cheer for Jacob Senn, you can call Alex Kendall the best wrestler to ever grace the ThyWWE locker room, but no matter your opinions..............It will be me who outlasts 39 wrestlers out there and go on to the main event of Wrestlemania. And that is a fact! You wanna know why?

Crack:
Tell them why Bob.

Bob Cena:
Because I am the Best in the World.............And thats not nobodys opinion...............Thats a fact!

Cena hands the championship to Crack who holds it up to the camera as Cena goes on.

Bob Cena:
I have accomplished a great amount of things in my life, matter of fact I have accomplished more goals in the past 2 years than most people accomplish in a lifetime. I have accomplished things that you people even dream of attaining. Things like competing in the first ever ThyWWE Money in the Bank Ladder Match at Wrestlemania II and winning that match. The closet you people even come to Wrestlemania is buying a ticket just to get a glimpse of yours truly..........You know I have tried to accept you people, I have tried to showcase the best wrestling talent you are ever going to see, and all I ever get is you pathetic losers telling me that I suck..........I have to look out into the masses and see people holding up signs with insults directed at me written on them.............I'll be honest with you here, I am disappointed.........I am disappointed that I was not booked last week on Monday Night Raw 113, I am disappointed that I was not booked to wrestle tonight in Las Vegas at Monday Night Raw 114.............And I'm disappointed the people are not disappointed............

Cena glances to his left and spots a poster on the wall, making him stop in his tracks. The camera pans round to see a poster of Jacob Senn on the wall. Cena turns towards the camera again and starts talking into it.

Bob Cena:
You know, when Jacob Senn returned to ThyWWE he had everybody hyped, they all bought into it, they all believed what he was spouting, but then he proceeded to call Christian Knight, a joke............Well if that isnt the pot calling the kettle black then I dont know what is. I'm not an idiot, I see through your symphony of lies, I see through all of these smoke and mirrors.............And while the Knights of the Roundtable is the guilty pleasure of all the mindless sheep in the IWC, you, you are something much, much worse...............Because you, have preyed on their minds for far too long............You're this generations Charlie Manson, because you have brainwashed everybody that has ever had the misfortune of coming into contact with you.............You have created this cycle of disappointment because everybody actually believes that you're this ultimate underdog and that you are destined for the World Heavyweight Championship........They believe, get this, they believe that you are the face of the new generation, they believe that you are better than me............They believe this because of your long list of victories that you have notched up........Brian Gunn, Christian Knight, Beno, Alex Kendall, Sheamus, Bob Cena.........Oh no wait, you lost all those matches didnt you? But you still bring it everytime you get a chance to talk. You talk about almost winning the World Heavyweight Championship against Beno, against Kendall, against Knight, you almost became the first ever Mr Money in the Bank but you couldnt beat me. Yeah you almost did it, but, well you know what they say, almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Jacob..................And its gonna be the exact same come Acension, you're gonna walk down the ramp, you're gonna dominate the match, you're gonna get the crowd behind you, and then you're gonna lose, just like you always do. And you're right you should already have won a World Championship in your time, but you lost.........And that is why a guy like me, who was your rookie when you started Eternal, has the Intercontinental Championship over my shoulder even though I am hated by every man, woman and child who tunes into ThyWWE programming, and then we have you..........A guy with the respect of everybody, fans and wrestlers alike, and absolutely nothing to your name. But sure you can run around and preach on behalf of the people because you have "their respect". Think about it Jacob, when you left ThyWWE, nobody cared, I did what I always do, I picked the company up and carried it to new heights............We all know that this company revolves around one man, and you're looking at him. You are nothing special, you're just another cog in the machine. I am the most honest man in the company, I'm not like your Jacob Senn's and your Jesse Neal's I will tell you exactly what I think and that is that I have never did this for anybody other than myself. And Beno can just waltz back into ThyWWE like a knight in shining armor, no pun intended, but he will not take all of the focus off of me, he can just walk into the main event of Acension but at the end of the day, when all is said and done it will be me, standing alone on my way to the main event of Wrestlemania. Joey The Bastard, Demmie Mae, Troy Motor, all of come and all have fallen, and I dont care if Beno is back, nothing will change, I will still be the Best in the World, I will still steal the show, and thats not my opinion..............Its a fact!

Cena and Crack walk off with smirks on their faces as the camera fades to darkness and the scene ends.

Tuesday 24th September 2013
PoT's Home, Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in the bedroom of Bob Cena in his home in Belfast, Ireland. Cena has his camera set up on a tripod in the corner of the room facing him as he stands against the white washed walls. Cena is wearing a red Liverpool FC shirt with a pair of grey Adidas Original sweats. He takes a large sigh before beginning with this episode of 'PoTV'.

Bob Cena:
Some said I wasnt gonna show up,
Well thats what the talks been about,
Well I show up to the showdown,
When the shows on,
To show off for all for the crowd,
You cant stop me, I'm a man on a mission,
So lets take a look down at the competition,
Scott Wilson,
I watched him on Raw, I saw he lacks the desire and effort,
Plus he has no fire and presence,
I got pissed off cause everybody's acting like the guy is a legend,
And I just dont get it,
Dont feel bad when I out your lights,
Just look at all those dead legends you're surrounded by,
Who doubted mine.

Jacob Senn..........You let me down man, I thought you were gonna do it,
I mean I really thought you were gonna make it, through the losing and the screwing,
You'd gain the championship you've been pursuing,
You see, you were my leader when I was a rookie trying to do it,
Fast forward and you havent made a single step forward with your movements,
I mean, I was disappointed when I started dwarfing what you're doing,
This man of the people thing you got going, its just a charade,
You saw the peoples love for you and you exploited it,
Your struggle and your pain,
Is just a hustle for the change,
I bet your mother is a saint,
And is ashamed that you carry Senn in your name.

Poco Dragonite? Man he aint no competition,
I've mastered the promo, I deliver with precision,
You just get up in your opponents face and give a Spanish inquisition,
I dont wanna disrespect your people, but I cant figure you Spaniards out,
Cause I like salsa sauce too, but there's fuck all to dance about,
His arsehole is so big and spacious,
If he sat on a lamp post, he would still hit the fucking pavement,
In his arsehole, lies a big rack of lamb,
A full grown man,
Both of K Orton's fans,
Madeline McCann,
And Abu Hamza's hand!
Fuck your fans, especially the hispanics,
I'll run up to your house, kill anyone that claims to be Spanish,
Bust out a flamenco and vanish.

Ducati Mami too, she's fucking fickle,
She gets her warts pierced, she's grizzle,
Its only to take away the attention from her strangely large nipples,
She could walk butt naked through a building site and wouldnt hear a whistle,
But I gotta give the poor girl some credit,
I didnt know who you even were, to research you I had to use the net,
Her fanbase is called "Did not match any documents", atleast thats what Google said,

Cause she's so generic,
And so consistantly average that its almost impressive.

Yo, and Sting's been talking shit, trying to tarnish my image,
You're just jealous cause you've been wrestling 10 times as long and aint half as nice with it,
My ego is catastrophic, I win a fight without taking a hit
I go online and see I'm getting called out by some washed up old bitch,
Its got my inner diva growing, just like Jay-Z's jizz,
You've been going for decades but my skills sicker,
And just to throw it in my heart's stronger and I heal quicker.

Stalker Knight.............You're an internet gangsta, trying to stab you with a memory stick,
Like "Yeah man, 20 gig, you'll fucking remember this",
Said he chewed up and spat at wrestling,
If thats true then he dont matter then,
Talking all that shit but he wont provide evidence,
Bret Hart and CM Punk? Aint no comparison,
Barton and Danny Daniels? Really no comparison,
Wait a minute actually, who the fucks even wrestled him?
Shit, he's acting arrogant and he aint got a classic in him,
Real wrestling fans wouldnt put me in a bracket with him,
You're a coward and you wouldnt dare wanna fight man,
So reply from wherever you gotta hide at,
His girls a fucking mess, she's been round like her body shape, taking cock regularly,
They have an unstable relationship, lets base it on jealousy,
Or lets call her David Moyes, cause she's playing Tom Cleverley. (Football/Soccer fans will get this)

I got time for the War Bringer though, he wants to make links and meet the people with powers,
So they will make a film on his life, called 'Get Rich or Die on Job Seekers Allowance',
Fuck you if you think you can hang with PoT,
I'll climb, bollock naked up your family tree,
And drag my balls across the face of every slag that I meet,
Your match with Scott Wilson was a useful session,
That right there was a tutorial in how to fuck up and lose momentum,
I laughed as he counted the 1, 2, 3,
I knew right then and there what you need,
Up your power, techincal skills, and your speed,
Matter of fact, you got more chance landing a plane, than you got landing a punch on me,

Lets turn to some other shit, while I'm digesting the roster like lunch in me,
I may aswell address Sam Barton for ducking me,
Everytime I called him out, his excuse was always different,
And I know that everytime you look at your mirrored image,
It damages your inner spirit,
Cause you're fucking sick of living with it,
Everybody wants to see him step back in the ring like I offered him to,
But we can see it, its clear that he's not gonna do it,
Yeah he beat me before, and just calling him out brings tension to the room,
But when its broken down for your memory to consume,
Dont see it as blind ignorance, hell you'd be nowhere without me, I fucking created you!

I'm at the top of the world, everyone else stuck round the back,
Fuck everybody on the diss track,
I'm not selling myself short like a midget hooker, I tell you all straight this is my time,
All you other fighters arent aiming their sights high,
They think their net worth is what they pay for their wifi,
Back at it like crack addicts having a relapse,
Real shit I never water it down,
Everybody knows my name from the north to the south,
So I dont give a flying fuck if you're the talk of the town,
The whole roster is something that I'm less than unimpressed with,
I'm the best cause I never took a rest kid,
Stand back, yes you should expect it,
Dont ever underestimate, expect the unexpected,
Flow so heavy, when I drop a bar I lose weight,
But everybody's looking for the new Drake,
I'm not really sure about this new wave,
I thought Tyga was shit until 2 Chainz,
How come these rappers say they wont change,
And they make a load of gay shit for radio play?
Thats why I hate the whole game,
I aint saying no names,
But I aint associated with these pagans no way,
I go hard and I can never get enough,
I drop jaws, catch me in the sea wearing boxing gloves,
Haters cracking up but I know why they're so hurt,
I'm killing it so much I'm getting on my own nerves,
Anyway I just knocked your favourite rapper into second place,
I see a lot of jealous face,
I aint gonna mention names,
Fuck em let em hate,
I'm just building my resume,
Up, Crossing paths with Cena is just unlucky,
I pity anyone stupid enough to push me,
I'm Lucifer's understudy,
OFU, yeah we're coming and we're gonna run the country,
Peace.

Cena does the U Cant C Me taunt down the camera as the scene fades to an end

Wednesday 25th September 2013
PoT's Home, Belfast, Ireland

Scene opens up in the home of the 'Professor of Thuganomics' Bob Cena on a cold Belfast night. We see the living room of the home, walls painted white with me-m*orabilia from Cena's short but illustrious career, with images and replica championships that Cena has won scattered around the walls. The camera is focused on one piece of memorabilia in particular, Cena holding the World Heavyweight Championship over the fallen body of Kurt Orton, the night he won it in the Staples Centre. After a few moments, the camera zooms out to reveal the Intercontinental Champion standing beside it, with a smirk on his face, proudly displaying his championship over his shoulder. After a few moments he begins to speak.

Bob Cena:
You know, for the past few weeks there has been this guy that everybody has been talking about...........There has been this guy that I cant seem to escape from this guy...........That mans name........Its Scott Wilson.

The smile on Cena's face has disappeared and is replaced with a look of disgust.

Bob Cena:
I wanna like you Scott, I really do. But you really, as you would say, you have been swallowed up by your own hype. You see, you have had an impressive beginning to your career here in ThyWWE but you have never really came up against a guy like me. Sure you can say that I peaked too early, you can say that you are gonna break my record of being the youngest World Heavyweight Champion of all time but you really need to do some research before you start messing with me. I remember back to Supremacy and the fans they were screaming out for Joey The Bastard to just finish me off, put me out of misery, continue my fall from grace as so many people have put it............And I heard the people chanting Joey's name and throwing insults at me..........But then when I won...........The sound of their silence..........Was deafening.........

A smirk reappears on Cena's face as he polishes the championship on his shoulder, with his forearm slightly.

Bob Cena:
And its cute, it really is, the fact that you think that what you have to say is of any importance to anybody, and it sure is hell is not as important as anything that I have to say. But still, I had a little look, I read the blog, I saw every word that you wrote about me. And as much as this is gonna piss you off, no longer will you ever get the luxury of being granted an escape from a match against the best in the world, Bob Cena putting out the best quality of wrestling that you could ever possibly find, is something that you better get used to. And so you can continue to spew out your crap about how I am declining and about how my career is going downhill, but you see I dont need your judgement and I dont need your approval, I do what I want and right now I am actually going to help you, I am going to guide you in life.............You see what you got going on for you now, you have everybody on edge, everybodys watching you closely.........But that can only get you so far, that can get you so much respect. Just look at me, you know my list of achievements, I am the most decorated wrestler in ThyWWE history, I have smashed obstacles and I have proven time and time again just why I am the very best............You know they say respect isnt just given, you gotta earn it. Well I earned this, I earned the World Heavyweight Championship, I earned the Tag Team Championships, just like I know you earned your reputation, its still not going to get you what you want..........I want you to really think about this, when it comes to the Last Renegades, you and HardKore Comley, dont try to earn his respect, you're wasting your time, you're beating around the bush and its because you're afraid............You can hide behind all of your blogs and your gimmick, but you know he's a weak link and he's only going to let you down. And come Acension, remember this, there's no such thing as friends in the Royal Rumble..........

Cena adjusts the championship on his shoulder after his attempt to stir the pot between the Renegades, before moving on to his next topic.

Bob Cena:
Kurt.........Orton............I was listening to your little speech earlier on with Burris Troy and I just gotta ask, how the hell do you have the right to say anything bad about my career? How can you sit and question my success and say that I am living off of John's success? There is only one Cena in the world that can truly call himself the best, you know him and you him well. Its the man that eliminated you last year in the Royal Rumble........Its the same guy that ended your World Heavyweight Championship reign, a reign which just so happens to be the shortest World Championship reign in the history of ThyWWE. Its the guy who is 5-0 against you..........And that is not going to come an end anytime soon, least of all at the hands of one of the most overrated wrestler of all time. And I know, I just know what you're trying to do, you're trying to convince me to give you an Intercontinental Championship match at Wrestlemania, but I got news for you, thats not how it works. Kurt you havent won on Pay Per View since Justice4Some which was 10 months ago, whereas I am the polar opposite, I havent lost on Pay Per View since that night and that just tears you up inside doesnt it? You can call it what you want but I am the most successful man in the company at the moment, I am the top draw and I'll be damned if I will lower myself to your level and just hand an opportunity to some no name punk who just so happens to be a 4th generation superstar. And where do you get off telling everybody that I am overrated? I'm not the man who gets countless title shots after title shots after title shots, nah you've had your chance at the big time and you blew it time and time again. But come Wrestlemania you will not even be able to walk nevermind compete after the disrespect that you showed me. You see just trying to get a shot at my Intercontinental Championship is a stupid and potentially career ending move, but doing it and questioning my in ring ability is paramount to the stupidest thing that you have ever done...........Let me clarify some things. Whenever I began Operation Fuck Up, I found a lonely, sad man who was in way too deep, he was walking around with his head hanging and his feet dragging.........That mans name was Kurt Orton. He couldnt pick up a win anywhere and as a matter of fact had just lost to me again, when I met him he had no direction in life, no guidance, I gave you that! I took you from nowhere! Nobody gave a damn if you lived or died!

Cena calms himself down before continuing.

Bob Cena:
Now Kurt, I made you and I crafted you into something that people actually cared about, I made you and I will break you. You chose this path! You chose this road to failure! I'm going to break it down for you Kurt because you seem to have got it all mixed up. Me and you, we were never friends, you were merely my lackey, a bag carrying bitch, you were nothing to me. But yet after all that I decided hell I should help this kid out I can show him how to be the best and how to repay me? You disrespected me Kurt and you above else knows how I react when I am disrespected.........Why dont you ask Bret Hart? Why dont you ask your uncle Ric? Better yet, why dont you ask your dear ol' grand daddy Bob Orton? And you do, you have a lot of qualities. For example when you cut a promo, you happen to be one dimensional, same story every promo, heard one heard them all. You talk about your pipebombs but really Kurt, I hate to break it to you, everytime you have had a "pipebomb" it has blown up in your face. You were saying something how I'm not as good as you but I think you have taken too many bumps, I dont know maybe you are still feeling the side effects of when Sheamus beat the Hell out of you at Oppression, but I've beaten you multiple times. Now here you are, playing the hero, well you know what they say, show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy. I mean look at you; you grew up in a family that you could never truly call your own, you work your way around the indy circuit to gain Randy's affection, you manage to get your claws on a ThyWWE contract, you think you try to break out from the pack and now lookie here, the glass slipper fits and I'm talking to Cinderella...........Let me break it to you, fairy tales are not real, you got talent I'll give you that, but you also got 4 days, 4 days to go until I drag you out of la la land, and you will then be living in my reality.

Cena smirks down the camera and polishes his championship as the scene fades to darkness.

[Blade "The Future" LaVigne]

One Step At A Time



"Winning isn't everything, but wanting to win is."
-Vince Lombardi


Prologue
 
July 20th, 2011 for some was just another day; for Thy WWE, it was the beginning of the future. But that was yet to be known or understood. Attrition was set and people were drawn towards the Last Man Standing match between Sheamus and Jonny "The Rockstar" Freeman, to crown the Unified World Championship. There were question marks on why Thy WWE's management were even considering signing the Sin City Wrestling alumni, Blade LaVigne.

LaVigne and Thy WWE agreed on a one and done opportunity at Attrition. Thy WWE was clearly desperate to keep their ratings above average. Blade LaVigne, three years away from the ring, walked into the arena and the fans boo'd with no remorse. No Thy fan believed that their very own, Beno would allow this Sin City, "never has been" to walk into their pay per view and steal a victory from them. It wasn't even an option in their minds. The impossible became possible as Beno lost control late in the match and Blade LaVigne, the man who was hated by all in the area and everyone watching at home connected with a Sit-Down Power bomb and captured the win!

A clip of the ending of Blade vs Beno began to play.

Quickly Blade, slithers towards Beno and rolls him up in a pin as the referee in just a much shock decides to do the three count.





ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



Blade rolls quickly out of the ring the second the ref's hand connects with the canvas for the third time, the ring bell chiming once again to signify the end of this contest. Landing upon his knees near the entrance ramp, Blade runs both hands through his hair and raises his hand in victory

Winner: Blade LaVigne in 8:30

Blade surprised himself as he jumped up with a smile on his face. The fans scratched their heads, they had no idea what they got themselves into. The one match contract might've ran it's course but that would not be the last time, Thy WWE fans would witness a Blade LaVigne victory.

We move forward one year and two months, Thy WWE is celebrating a milestone, their third ever Wrestlemania!

Wrestlemania 3 show cased plenty of top quality match ups. But one match stuck out, Blade LaVigne versus Jonny Freeman. A feud that started in Sin City Wrestling years back, was looking for an ending. We all would witness that ending at the grandest stage of Thy WWE, Wrestlemania 3. The match between the two superstars might not been the highlight of the pay per view but just as much passion was given equally from both LaVigne and Freeman. Former world champion Freeman expected a easy victory and once again LaVigne was underestimate.

The ending clip of Blade vs Jonny begins to play.

Blade lets go of the hold and gets to his feet as he yells that he is not done with Jonny just yet then picks him up to his feet and nails him with Sit Down Power bomb and then goes for the pin

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...


Winner: Blade LaVigne



Phil Latio: Blade wins! Blade wins!

And once again Blade LaVigne showed the Thy universe that he had what it take to play beside the best Thy WWE had to offer. Thy WWE just witnessed a man who was away from pro wrestling for three years. The man who believed he'd never wrestle again. A man who hung up the boots and didn't plan on ever putting them back on. A man who was broken and had nothing going for him but now, two years later, two matches later; that man is 2 and 0 and was happy.

Sin City was in the past and he had a second life in Thy WWE. Thy WWE signed Blade LaVigne on March 10th, 2013. LaVigne who years before went from trying his hardest to feed himself and his daughter, doing any job that came his way, to getting a second chance in the profession he loves to do, pro wrestling. Every man dreams for that second chance, only few are given that opportunity.

Blade was given a second chance and he took full advantage of it. Blade walked into a company that was on it's knees begging for anyone to rise and pick it up. Thy WWE was sick and no one seemed to have a cure. Until Blade LaVigne. You see the Knights of the Roundtable were once a dominate threat to everyone and everything. They had this company by the throat. Held every title and put fear into whoever was in their way. That's where Blade comes in.

You see, Thy WWE was hanging on a thread, at any second the place would've crumbled. Blade was on a mission to cure Thy WWE forever. Blade filled the hero roll perfect. Week by week Blade would take down another Knight. In the first two months of being in Thy WWE, LaVigne found himself with wins over three out of five Knights. It's been six months since the signing of Blade "The Future" LaVigne and the Knights are no longer on top of the ladder. They went from controlling everything to nothing.

 LaVigne has recorded 18 wins and only two losses. He has one of the best win to loss ratios in the company and is walking into Ascension 2013 with a winning streak. He feels unstoppable.

The Royal Rumble is a match Blade LaVigne has his eyes set on winning.



Scene One: Working Hard To Success

The scene opens up. We find ourselves in the small town of Gladstone, Michigan. The home town of Thy WWE's very own Blade "The Future" LaVigne. The leaves are changing color and the season is changing. The summer is slowly but surely turning to fall. With the camera, we go past the local barber shop, beach house, the schools and all the little things that the people of Gladstone take for granted. The town is a happier place of late. To know that their very own, Blade LaVigne is accomplishing great things in Thy WWE. Gladstone is a small small town and to know that someone came out of there and is now successful, it's a great thing. It's the fuel that keeps this area going each day. We find ourselves infront of his two story house, older style. The wood has lost it's color and seems to be breaking apart, in a way the house looks like it could be haunted. The inside is a totally different story. We see tile flooring, clean as can be. The living room has a black leather couch in the center and a flat screen television a few feet in front of it. On the walls we see Thy WWE posters, a section in the corner has a trophy case with numerous high school football trophies and awards. We then hear foot steps as we see Blade LaVigne walking into living with his daughter on his side. She throws off his back pack and kicks off her shoes. She begins to pull on Blade's index finger and begins to beg her case.

"Can I go play outside and I promise I'll do homework before bed! Pretty please?

Blade shakes his head and replies.

"I want you to do your homework before anything else hunny, your education is more important."

She becomes disappointed.

"Please daddy! I really want to go outside and play with my friends!"

Blade replies once again.

"I want a lot of things as well but you have to do the hard work before the fun can happen. Life isn't all about games, you have to do good in school and find a good job before you can have fun all the time.
Life is about doing what is right and it will begin with, "I will do the homework later" and sooner or later the homework won't get done and in some cases, kids just give up and quit trying. I don't want you to quit.

I want you to be successful.

I don't want you to make the same choices I did when I was growing up. When I first started wrestling, before you were even born, I made some stupid descisions. I gave up on myself way to much.

I tried finding every short cut I could. I didn't put 100 percent and I let myself and our last name down. Early in SCW, I quit. I let people get the best of me. I wish I would had worked that much harder, that much longer.

I want you to be successful."

She smiles again and replies.

"But now in Thy WWE, you're doing better right?"

"I'm trying my hardest and I am doing good things. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't give up and I would give my all week in and week out."

"Alright daddy, I will do my homework first!"

She runs up stairs and we hear her door shut. Blade makes his way to the leather couch and falls into it. He lends back and closes his eyes. The scene ends.



Scene Two: The winner of the 2013 Royal Rumble is.......



The scene opens up and we see none other than Thy WWE's very own Blade "The Future" LaVigne. LaVigne is standing in a empty ring, in the Wembley Stadium. LaVigne is dressed in every day clothes, blue basketball shorts and a black Thy WWE t-shirt. Blade walking around the ring, allowing his right hand run on top of the ropes. LaVigne stops at the top left corner and makes his way onto the turnbuckle. Sitting there he stares at the Wrestlemania IV banner, high in the corner of the stadium. LaVigne cocks a grin. His eyes seem to be glowing as he stares deeply into the banner. Picturing himself on it. He smiles and comes back to reality. LaVigne looks into the camera and begins to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne:

Out of the gate I was insulted, put down and underestimated here in Thy WWE. I had no support and I felt the hate and the pressure. The pressure to win, and when I did win, I was hated for my Sin City Wrestling background. I couldn't allow all the negativity bring me down, hold me down like it did back in Sin City. I could either fall and not get back up or use all those insults and hate as fuel. I fueled my game week in and week out. The Thy WWE universe never gave me a chance to tell my message and when I officially signed a contract with Thy WWE, I told the fans what they wouldn't admit.

Thy WWE was ill.

Thy WWE had a sickness that no one in the building wanted to admit. Everyone here was blinded by the viruses, the Knights of the Round table. When I joined Thy WWE, the Knights held all the titles and Thy WWE was falling apart. No superstar had the guts to stand up and fight for their freedom back. So, I rose and I fought for the people who hated me. I put my body on the line each and every time I entered a wrestling ring.

All the people who said I was too old, too broken, and not worth the money, I fought for them. This company has a great history and the people who have been here for years were just sitting there doing nothing, letting the Knights take control. Everyone I looked at were scared and this place started to look like a ghost town.

Blade jumps off of the turnbuckle and walks into the middle of the ring. He looks around the arena again and cocks a grin. LaVigne continues to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne

My goal was to cure Thy WWE forever and I haven't looked back since promising just that. I started off by defeating everyone who stepped into my way. I had a few hiccups along the path, losing to Joey the Bastard twice, both times when the intercontinental championship was on the line. I learned from those two losses though and I took down the former intercontinental champion when we met for a third time. My resume so far in Thy WWE is one of the best. I have only loss twice and winning eighteen matches. I have wins over, four former world champions.

Every pay per view match I've been booked on, I walked out victorious. Every time Thy WWE tried to throw something new at me, I overcame them and proved why I am one of the best superstars to ever step into a Thy WWE ring. I can go on and on but the thing is, I have not yet won a royal rumble. I have not yet thrown multiple superstars over the top ropes. I am a man on a mission to cure Thy WWE from its illness and winning this Royal Rumble will fill another piece of that puzzle.

My goal in this match is to do whatever it takes to earn that Wrestlemania IV main event match. I must do whatever it takes to continue up the ladder. I don't care who I have to eliminate, whether it is Kurt Orton, Thy WWE's very first paper world champion, who I have beaten three times in a row. Or how about the new guy Scott Wilson? The favorite to win this match. If he gets in my way, he will find himself over the top ropes and eliminated. One by one, two by two, my eyes are set on winning this match and earning that world title match.

You look at this match and it is about lasting the longest and over coming the odds. I've done that my whole career. Every time adversity shows it's face, I am there to jump over it. When the hill begins to rise and everyone finds themselves rolling down, I am putting my heels into the ground and I keep climbing. Step by step, inch by inch, I don't stop. My passion and love for this sport is unmeasurable.

All the heart I give when I walk into a wrestling match is more than anyone else on the roster. Each week, I am underestimated and each week I prove them all wrong. The kids at my high school who said I was too small, too slow and not good enough. I prove them wrong every time I win a match. My father who never supported me, who sat there and told me that "following a stupid dream gives people around you heart ache." I prove him wrong. I have made it this far, why not make it all the way?

Blade drops his head and slowly raises it again before speaking again.

Why not reach farther than expected? Why not run more than you think you can? Why not get up every time you fall down? I would rather die trying than not try at all. So, everyone in this rumble can underestimate me. They all do. But, don't come complaining when tomorrow, I am the one on the paper, and I am the one being interviewed. I will regret nothing after Ascension. Neither should you. I will be victorious and that's a promise.

So say what you must and make any rumor you think is good enough but in the end, words will not win you this match. It is everyman for himself. I can tell you something and that is, the future is bright. The future is clear and at the end of Ascension....

The winner of the 2013 Royal Rumble will be, Blade "The Future" LaVigne!

You all will thank me in the end!

Blade turns his head and looks at the Wrestlemania IV banner once again. He looks at the camera and gives it a wink. Blade exits the ring as the camera fades to black and the scene ends.

[Sir Luscious Leftfoot]

Long winded assbag promo work is just compensating for small penises nigga.
I can talks for forty five minutes and do doctoral discertatin and shit about why I gonna wins and whos ass is gonna get kicked nigga.

But my dick isnt small nigga.
Infact Luscious is stacked with the anaconda nigga.

Head to toe sex appeal, something these other niggas dont get.

There be some weird shit go on here in this place.
Muh fuckas talkin just bout wrasslin, but also I see some stuff from old wrestlers.

I was watchin a commercial and I seen what happened to Kenny Walker.
Are you gonna sell me a car nigga?



Why you tryin to hussle whips that Mr Rogers or Bill Cosby would drive you Uncle Tom ass nigga?
But you at least gettin money though doo.

Your nigga Austin Starr, he be doin some straight sick shit.
I peeped him on this movie.

Yeah
He was gettin real intimate with some celery up his rear pooper shooter.

What the fuck is wrong with you nigga?
Did you get kicked in the head too many times nigga.

Iz you go be puttin other vegetables in your body holes nigga.
You making the worlds grossest salad muh fucka?

You nasty nigga.
Let me gets back on track.

This here Royal Rumblins is comin up.
Luscious go smooth in, throw some other niggas over the top rope and win the right to face the World Wrasslin Champion at Wrassle Mania 4.

I like the sound of that nigga.
Ya dig.

[Triana]

Heavy baggage of a beauty, turned promising.

Long blonde hair whirling in the wind, breeze shifting up causing tresses of hair to flow slowly. Hair belonging to a young woman dressed in a pair of white strapped heeled sandals, she twirls on the heels as a long white dress that flutters in the wind as well briskly lifts a little only showing her legs nothing more, the smooth silken femininity of her being. The dress falls as she stops. Sitting quickly upon a swing within a open field as tall grass falls faintly from the wind. Another young woman in a similar style formal dress comes over, a brunette with soft blue eyes settling next to the young blonde. The brunette slowly takes a breath letting her subtle voice take to ear.

“Triana you didn't have to come all this way just for Julie's wedding. I understand the new career path you have chosen. Beauty has blessed you with chances within modeling or even acting now though you are delving into a physical environment. Never would I have thought my friend Triana would be Thy wwe diva and in the royal rumble of this so called pay per view.”

Triana smiled to her brunette friend, letting her luscious red lips part for a brief laugh.

“See Veora I know Julie needed us here after everything that has happened it doesn't matter if I am within a new company or not. This weekend will come, and the event will happen. I will traverse waters of uncharted territory for a woman, I will find my path. I know not if other women will be doing the match, but I know that it will be all men mainly. But here with you, Julie and the others is where my heart resides. This is the comforting and positive reinforcement that I need before treading waters not touched by feminine kind.”

Veora and Triana would share a smile to the words, Both rose up from the swing heading toward an open parking lot filled with cars a limo was taking off down the road wit ha just married sign upon it. Triana stepped from Veora and made her way to a red sports car, a convertible with black interior. Triana would sit there a moment as Veora's own heels clicked as she came up along the driver side window.

“T, I know you are talking positive about things to come but you need to face things head on this time. Growing up you were social but everyone can see the pain in your eyes. They can see the rain that comes over your head from what has happened over the last few years. The car accident with your mother was not your fault, nor was how it ended. Time to take past reflections and mold them into a confident tomorrow. You need to take internal bottling and unleash it, you have a chance now build upon it.”

Triana sighed a bit letting her fall against the steering wheel, her hands grasped onto it tightening it. A forced smile came to glossed lips, head slowly rose turning toward Veora.

“I will not be one to delve into sorrow, delve into the reaches of minds eye that will leave me a drowning victim for others to reap upon. I will do as I must and rise to an occasion stepping forth as a force that they had not seen coming. My mother's passing was one of great disdain but if I live beyond the walls of that I will succeed for embracing the pain would only slip me closer to an edge creating my own demise. Beyond sheltered walls I can accomplish this chance, this career path that I love. While I will use the loss as a motivation, a stand point to rise Veora. I will not let you down or any others that has invested heart into my future. There is no wincing, there is no shattered element keeping me from going all the way. I came here today as a reinforcement upon my morals to succeed. Dreams are staked in friends as well as family. Thank you Veora for caring enough to even grant me that respite of knowing that coming today for Julie's wedding was the right thing. Such beautiful event with beautiful people has given me a beautiful view to accept.”

Veora backed from the car as Triana's hand slipped to the key, she turned it as the car roared to life. With a quick pivot of the clutch the car spun back tail whipping out of the parking zone. It sped off out of the parking lot right onto the road. Triana was gone, Veora standing with a smile a friend had been helped.

A second window, a new wave of life.

Triana sits quietly before a desk, the soft intake of her breathing slowly dissipates as her fingers draw down upon a keyboard. The words flow naturally such as running water within a stream.

Dear thy fans,

I blog to you based upon the asumption that you will understand the trials and testaments that we have all delved in life. The very foundation of our own cores to reach success yet at trembling steps we seem to falter. I come to you with this for my words before a camera, my words threaded in speech will only stabilize the fact I am another fool in arrogance. Would it not be more coherent to divert my efforts to letting you all know the realism instead I will take one other opponent's body and drag it across the ring like a freshly hit dead dear carcass? I think not. Instead let us look to the roster without naming the exact people that will come forth to do battle as such is the way of the lingo for wrestlers, divas, and the original on going animal based nature of mankind. I will not be some rabid wolf ready to sink my teeth in for justice. I am just a girl with a dream and a new job not based on the interest of piracy mind like most. I'll take what I can get for the fortune of man is not a tint of gold before their eyes. It is the self improvement driven by the people willing to put such effort forth. While I do look to the company and I see all this realistic mentality from those I've watched since joining, catching up on their bravado with words. This is a diverse environment from the absurd brutality of language to the true prominence of speech that could milk the teat of a metaphorical cow without it knowing.

I try not to divulge in favoritism so I've kept my head back for those to not know me yet. I bid my time to watch and consume the information of others like a natural strategist would do. But the only thing I use not in advantage but is knowledge of understanding everyone has a reason to be here. This royal rumble at Ascension is not a flair for showmanship nor an equivalence of over all success. More a chance for names to be proven, win or lose people will make statements based upon action not whim of words strewn about. I could dance in the rain with nothing but a skirt and top on making it seem like a natural absorbent of freedom I would deem of comfort after letting the drops hit me. I could push the factor of the rain being thy's new drops caressing my smooth flesh while the freedom of so little would be me winning the rumble and ascending to higher understanding just from being new. But I would rather put the truth forth of the real view that it is a chance for names to be seen and chances given. A lot like the lottery just with a chance to delve deeper with involvement because our own physicality is the structure of who is the winning number entry not by luck of draw but by endurance to overcome.

While I sit with hands upon keys I am reminded of a quote that expresses my personal view further coherently than any other way. Jamie Paolinetti said. Limitations live only in our minds. But if we use our imaginations, our possibilities become limitless. To be noted only thing stopping us from being greater is ourselves so including me and every other person in the rumble we all can win. The will to move mountains, the will to clear streets, and the will to be the last one in is never far gone. Chances come and chances go but grasping while letting people know you seek recognition that is something else, that is truly living.

So why I write this to all of you is because just a month ago did I think I would be a diva? No, I did not. Instead I felt I would be swept away under the rest of the moving world. But then I cited myself into correction, I found a chance to apply for a better environment. Thy has offered me this and thus I must consent to do my utmost in repayment. But I will not let my image be presented in a manner of vulgarity. With my own mind, my own words I will come forth truer the self of one the better the understanding from others. Because reliability is better than lying.

Now realistically despite wanting to be forth coming for a chance to be seen as more than a pretty face I do have to admit about the rumble. It would be a dream to win the first match I ever stepped into, it would be gratifying despite all previous mentioning that winning is not the key. It isn't either way but putting forth the effort no one needs to worry about that from me. I will put forth effort with all my heart because if this is destined to be the job I love to do then it is this match where it will be shown. I could pander in detail about how I would do this and how I think I could beat others but I would rather open to all of you. Give you the fans the information on the woman you could be rooting for if you feel the need to find me of interested.

My name is Triana Michelle Veratos. I was born in Orlando Florida, I am of Greek decent for any added information. I was raised by my mother and father like the average American family. Raised into the working class, while my mother's family is from the area but full Greek they dabbled in their own restaurant, my father's side came over about twenty four years ago. They settled working up and down to make ends meat for the family. My mother and father met upon a picnic and from there it was fairy tale love until I popped into the picture a few years later. I had just the right amount to get by, I made friends and I lived my life the average American girl way. I saw wrestling about nine years ago. Summer Slam I watched Randy Orton beat Chris Benoit. That is right mentioned the man, great talent I will not say more than that. My eyes lit up at the event, I never knew something could be so beautiful with violence involved because my parents were the protective sort. But once I seen that I knew somewhere down the line I wanted to try it, I never did get to until this day coming up. I've been training the last five months, I have put time into the gym even if I may look small I've given this to the very core of my being. High school was track, cheerleading, and gymnastics. I know my will and drive to come up on top.

Losing my mother just a few years ago that drove me into a depressive state, had me hanging out with the wrong crowd. Seclusion became my best friend for how was I to know being as young as I am experience is a foundation of moving forward. Ever strong is the pangs in my heart of how much it hurts but tears will only make the pain thrive. So my life story not the longest or the greatest of cover to why I want this so much. But it is a start and without a strong foundation all of what is built upon it collapses.

In summary I guess I know that what is to come is only based upon my actions and my wiles as a human being. For that is all we can find ourselves at. Stages of our lives are set by how we handle it all and I plan on handling the rumble with drive. The life I've led put me in this place, has prepared me to not quit. Can't we all say the same about having dealt with something? Some worse than others but in the end we have to move on or else what are we but another shadow in the combine of the world's clock work?

Triana's fingers stopped on the keyboard. Hands moved in a motion to show that of flexing, loosening the grip like sensation in her palms.

The perspective of me, the hope of one.

My eyes would widen as the sun glistened through the blinds of my motel room. Turning to my side I knew the moment of moving was not to far at hand. Buzzing of my clock reignited the notion, my posture became one of sitting. Left hand came down upon the infernal racket as a breath of air came through my lips, a yawn. Toes touched to the floor, I felt its cool surface inflict a sense of frosty chill up my spine. The soles of my feet proceeded into continuation. Standing now in nothing more than a silk white nightgown reaching to thigh I stretched arms to air. My focus was the bathroom in which I would begin with a shower. I went in washed up and moved back out gathering clothes within a towel. I put on my wrestling gear a pair of black tights with a dark purple siding down both legs. My top consisted of a constricted black tube of sorts the purple straps over my shoulder with the mid riff visible. Black boots adorned my feet in a matter of moments, I was dressed and the focus just became upon putting makeup and doing my hair. Which only took about an hour to get it all right. Stepping through the door of the motel I was met with a local camera crew in which I had agreed to meet. Despite the wedding two days ago and the sudden blog my speech was required even if I thought the matter drawl. I was the new girl, the rookie in the company so promotion for local interest fell upon my shoulders. Who would do the hammering of questions. I saw a timid man in a suit, mostly over forty his bulbous form gave away his intrigue to fast food and cheap dates. I shook my head but let my lips promenade a grin of enthusiasm forced only by sheer will.

“Triana I am from the local channel three news and I would like to know how do you feel being a newbie within the royal rumble? Do you think that with a stature such as yours alongside your gender will stall you from even overcoming the obstacles to win?”

The words were rude, they were utter garbage but what could I do? I had to uphold the companies image so I took the jest in stride. Smiling softly I parted my soft strawberry pink lips returning answer to ignorance.

“Newbie is a word reserved for those unfit and unworthy. While your point is to show I am just a rookie I would find it more favorable of term to say rookie. Now with that stated as a matter of fact what I feel about my stature and gender has no preservation upon the match. I am pretty sure there will be small guys and big guys but as the past shows there has been women in this business that have thrown even the best men around. I do not feel the company is biased upon gender. If they were why would my own bottom be thrown into the mix just to kick? You ask a question full of holes but what I am stating is that frame and sex are only a stand point of no meaning. I will come forth like everyone else in the match, I will desire to do well, to win without giving up. You would do well to thrive on comprehending the question you ask to.”

My words seemed a little harsh but I could not contain some sarcastic impression before this foul beast of a man. His gums flapped yet another question.

“What of people that are known in the match? We have reported names upon a list Blade LaVigne, Bob Cena, Joey The Bastard, K Orton, and others.”

I shook my head I had heard the names and seen some stuff but my mind drew a blank. He had asked me something I was unsure of in a way but I fired back in response all the same hoping it was worthy a mention.

“To me they are just thane names. These are not men I know, I have seen them and heard them over the last month. But what I get from them is people ready to compete. Blade could be the bottom bitch, or it could be Joey. Bob could be the best person on the roster while I wouldn't even know it. It isn't about the man or in my case woman who is known. It is about the fight in the person pushing forward. Known because they have pitted themselves against people in the company before. My feet have just become planted, I am a fresh face among wolves I get that. I am the fresh meat, I get that. But will I wilt under the sound of a name that you say is known? I will not do this because budging is just a sign of weakness I have none here. Two days ago a friend reinstalled my belief in myself. I've been preparing so no names of those who are great or not so great will keep my hands from them to try. I seek the same as everyone else that is all.”

I presented my answer and it came out smooth. Now his gums flapped not even taking wind of my words. Just eyes upon chest before to my eyes with words rehearsed.

“In promoting Ascension do you feel as a draw to the company or just a sex appeal that is foremost usable being new and all?”

In my mind I thought 'There is the kicker!' but my words came fast and they came strong. I let previous things go, but not this time.

“First and foremost you are a disgusting man pig walking upright only because your mommy found the troth a little less empty when you ate with them. So with that said eyes off the breasts and focus on my words cause I am not in mind for repeating. I find myself someone that yes has to prove themselves but I am no sex appeal to the whim of others as I blogged remember that and look up someone's background the nest time you want to rant on like a lunatic. Ascension in its own right has claim to being known over the years I will give the company that promotion. It is the kind of a match that is an all or nothing dream. But this is over I am done with this and I've said my peace. Fair well fat man, McDonalnds closes at nine tonight.”

With that I rose my hand to his face. I turned walking along the hall of the motel room finding my way down the stairs it was time for me to head to the arena I had first signings to do. Through my eyes this was going to be a day to remember. But it was all about the perspective of others seeing me I wanted.

Last minute clarity.

Triana stood before a clock she had just finished signing autographs and introducing herself to new people. Looking up she knew the event would start in only an hour. This was a feeling as she was glistening showing the nervous expression upon her face. Climbing onto a backstage moving case she sat hands folded onto lap. A vibration came to life at her side as she pulled a cellphone from against her. Triana read the number it had said private, the voice spoke to her it was masculine in sound.

“You sit upon a case, your nerves are racked as you are about to head into a grasped land of destiny. Ascension is the foundation of thy's dream because from here you can make a career. Triana you wrote a blog in which people have read, your number is listed there. This call is to let you know to settle nerves, to settle whims of doubt. Go forth with the strength you've presented from both blog and local news. The doubtful fall and in this kind of business falling is not what you want. Rise to the occasion for it is clarity that one seeks true ascension. That is what this pay per view is called, it is the name of the very thing one is always capable of. Your prayers will be answered and I am a fan who cares enough to convey honesty to you. Through fingertips you expressed desire, through vocalization you delved into truth to matter. Do not forget nothing is impossible as long as your mind can conceive. It is men that will be strong but you've got your own ways to push on. So do so.”

With that the phone clicked off and Triana was left in a moment with mouth agape not sure what to make of the call. She set the phone beside, Triana brought finger tips to cross between one another while palms met. Praying now, speaking lightly.

“This reality of situation has come full circle, I do not present to be a better person than others. But I ask now that you watch over my health. I ask now you help me show them that I am real not a fairy tale of false promises. I pray for the fans whom wish to see something unprecedented. This wave of a new beginning is my settlement to let past flow to better tomorrow. No matter who the man or woman is that gets between me and success I will thrive to better my being, my life, all of it. With words before your eyes I will give the world a view of what one can do. This is my breath, and this match will help me breathe. Falling is not an option and with your help mother I have the will soar with wings like yours above me.”

Triana's lips parted with a short amount of air. Her hands came unclasped from one another hopping down from the case. Walking along the back to the locker room area she seen her name upon the door. She lifted a hand to touch her name, to feel the star upon her own locker room. In self realization the young woman had known she made it. This was her place to be and no one could take the moment away. Once more eyes closed, breath slow fingers traced the name. Triana, thy wwe diva possible rumble winner.

[Triana]

ooc: to note perspective of me I did the roleplay styling as such if anyone is confused by the change up. first rp, hope it is written well enough.

[Ducati Mami]

On a humid October evening in London, the Big Smoke lives up to its name...traffic rolls on in spite of the infamous London fog, the cars and lorries move on, though very likely slowing their pace. But in the middle of all this commotion, a single Ducati rolls on, riding past the ever-busy traffic...speeding past, in fact. Nothing they can throw at me will throw this rider off her mission-for it is a mission you all have known about since I joined.

You know how I was attacked and how I woke up...and you know who I owe my life to. The queen whose palace is by the Pacific Ocean, who has mastered seemingly every fighting style and philosophy known to man...her true form concealed in gold armor, she is simply known as La Reina, and lives up to every word of it. As such, she trained me and got me fit for my time in Thy-WWE, in specific my first match against her fellow pupil Gabriela Lozano. Thy-WWE decided they had some money to blow, so they accepted my contract, but I heard the rumblings from the back office all said that I was going to be completely forgotten after my battle with the Belize Dream. A good fight ensued (La Reina wouldn't have it any other way), but in the end, I just dug deeper into my bag of moves and struck at JUST the right time...one which would let the world know I was serious about what was ahead.

My next two fights saw me battling the "Queen Bitch" Demmie-Mae...her main boast was being undefeated in women's competition, even trying to swipe the inactive Women's Championship for herself before management quickly put the kabosh on it. She would think herself high and mighty and deserving of the top spot, but would be quick to take the easy way out so as not to get her pwetty wittle body woughed-up...what she fails to understand is that's EXACTLY what will happen to her in my home environment...first was the first Boiler Room match in fifteen years, one historically known for plenty of blood shed, sweat dropped, and careers shortened. Try as both both Demmi and Jesse Neal did, in the end, this rider's wheels didn't fall off easily, so I coasted on out of the boiler room to victory. Technically, this was the first match where Demmi was on the losing side to another woman, but she wouldn't accept it easily as it wasn't a typical one-on-one match. She demanded her rematch, and I was happy to oblige...in a Motor City Street Fight! This time, the rider's triumph was UNDISPUTED, as with an intense match and a 1-2-3, I made history and became the...FIRST...WOMAN...TO...DEFEAT...DEMMI...in a one-on one match! Nothing can stand in my way now...

Except what I found out last week. My attackers have apparently come out of the woodwork and signed with Thy WWE to finish what they started. From my memories...which are growing more and more clear by the moment...they claimed to be the "master breed" of women in wrestling, making the world more like them one at a time...and one of the casualties was yours truly. Well, now I'm badder than ever...under this dark helmet is a HUGE smirk.

I have entered the Ascension Rumble to lay out the bait for you-no, I don't expect to win (although I would appreciate it). I'm just READY to finally meet you two and start my path for VENGEANCE. Mark my words, one combination of the three of us will eliminate the other...I am determined to eliminate you both, but I'm not ruling out you eliminating me first...and then, only THEN...will your reign of forced eugenical "beauty" be put aside in favor of the true kind. Since I'm not ridin with you...you best run from me!

PS: La Reina, if you can hear me, I eagerly await your assistance and arrival here...help me tear up some extensions just like you love doing!