Christian Knight Vs Beno

[Christian Knight]

Match 2: Christian Knight Vs Beno
60 Minute Iron man Match

It was one of the greatest matches of the Year. It was Oppression; and it was a Triple Cage Match. After Beno fell threw the steel floors and collapsed on the mat, all he could do is watch in horror as Christian Knight snagged his World Championship away from him; when he unhinged the world title from the hook that dangled over the Triple Cage; Declaring himself the new champion. Beno had to step away from the wrestling world so he could lick his wounds, and recover from his injuries. But in the time that he was gone, he was biding his time, while watching Knight raw after raw holding his champion. It wasn't until Supremacy after Knight's Match with Jacob Senn that he finally had the opportunity to come back. He watches as he got the victory of Jacob Senn and after the match he glared daggers at Knight to let him now that his time was coming soon. Vince would go on to mandate a no contact order between the two individuals, and what followed next was a very verbal back and forth battle between these two superstars. From Beno making a "Mock funeral" of Jessica Spring; a person knight lost to a deadly car crash; to Knight mocking Beno for his past drug life and questioning his "Code of the Knights". After buiding up so much anomosity for each other finally these two superstars will go at it again in what will be considered one of Thy WWE's greatest feuds of 2013. It might even be considered one of the biggest rematches to happen in Thy WWE History since Austin vs Ken. But only time will tell as we wait for history to write itself.


Roleplay Below

[Christian Knight]

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we are guilty of letting them slip by – James M. Barrie

BROKEN

“I am so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open”. The earth shattering roar of thunder can be overhead as torrential rains fall from the sky, making Jessica’s drive home to see Christian that much more problematic. He wasn’t expecting to see me home for another two days; I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I surprise him. The windshield wipers whirred frantically from back to back as she navigated her vehicle down the dark highway. She can see a car with its high beams glaring as it quickly approaches from behind. “God I can’t see, stupid jerk”. The driver quickly cuts to the right, nearly colliding with the side of her car. Quickly using her instincts, she slows the vehicle to avoid the collision but still almost loses control due to the hazardous weather conditions. Shouting vulgarities to no one, Jessica lays into the horn of her car, echoing a loud and blaring blast to illustrate her frustration. But she is able to gather control of the vehicle and resume her journey.

Barely able to contain her growing excitement, she feels her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. Looking at the clock in the car, she feels a warm feeling come over her. Her job required her to take these trips, but Christian and her made a promise to always talk at the same time every night, at 7:30 PM, whether it be for an hour, or just a minute, they kept that same familiarity. Some people would ridicule it, but she found it to be quite endearing.

“If I let it go to voicemail, it might make him worry…”.
“It’s so bad out here though…”

Taking a minute to decide, and feeling her phone start to ring once again, she decides to take the chance and answer the phone.

It only takes that split second….

NO!!!!!

I had no way of knowing that she was coming home early to surprise me, I was just calling her at the same time every night like I was supposed to, like we promised. How was I supposed to know that she coming home? It’s not fair…

It’s not my Fault… It’s not my fault…

He takes a few deep breaths to try and relax himself…

It’s Not my Fault…

“What is this feeling that torments me?” The first thought that came to mind was sadness, but this was different, I was all too familiar with the cold sting and heavy burden of sadness. This was different, an understated, yet unbearable weight on my already heavy heart. Tears poured from his eyes, the salty burn causing Knight to cringe…. then his fingers gripped the dirty bed sheets as he lay there on his bed. “Get up, you’re not going to lie here and feel sorry for yourself anymore”. Getting out of bed, we see Knight slowly meander his way over to the mirror. The youthful passion that burned in Knight’s eyes has now been replaced with a hollowed out dull glare. A once clean shaven, always happy face has now been replaced with a grizzled frown, with lines of stress telling a story of a man who has endured much more agony then one man should have to deal with.

Look at you, look at what it’s doing to you.
This is why everybody you love has left you.

A visceral growl escapes from Knight’s midsection as he tightly clenches his right hand and drives it into the mirror. The glass cracks, but does not break, Knight then seems to shut off and continues to drive his fist into the mirror again and again until the glass shatters. Knight feels the hot blood flow from his knuckles onto the floor, but it does not get to him.

What can I do?
I’m afraid.

Words cannot begin to describe how frustrating this is, my entire life I have been a black and white thinker. If I was thirsty, I would get a glass of water; if I was hungry I would make myself something to eat. To have an emotional torment that weighs upon my soul like an anchor, but yet not know what to do or how to fix it, it drives me to near insanity. Some days I took the coward’s way out, I admit it; I wouldn’t even want to get out of my bed. I would lie with my head buried in the pillows either sobbing or secretly hoping for a death that would alleviate me from this hell.

Today though was different, the only reason he even got up was to unplug the phone down stairs. He had gotten a call two days ago and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get another one. Hesitantly, he pushed himself off his knees and stood on trembling legs. The floor of his bedroom was covered with dirty clothes, empty packages of ramen and soda cans while the smell of the garbage assaulted his nasal passages, “God it really is disgusting in here” he thinks to himself as the sun peaks through the closed shades.

He shuffled through the mess and opened his door. A burst of cold, stale air pressed against his face. The hallway was dark and dusty with high ceilings. He walked past what used to be one of his spare room as he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. Christian had bought a three-bedroom house. One of these rooms was for guests. As Christian Knight continued on he got to the third room that He and Jessica had though of using this room at one point. “We talked so many times about having children” Ideally we had both agreed on wanting to have one boy and one girl, but ultimately we would have loved whatever children we would have had. But alas, it was never meant to be, both doors were closed tight, much like my heart has been as of late.

Walking through the hallways of his house, he can feel the pain from the various scars accumulated over a long career. Looking down at his chest he can see the most noticeable one, from the Triple Cage when he fought Beno for the first time for the World Heavyweight Championship. He winced a little, not because the scar gave him pain, but because the memories gave him pain. Winning that match with Beno was quite possibly the greatest thing that ever had happened to him, and he did it all for Jessica. But yet, she wasn’t here to experience it, to see it. The sadness began to surge in his core. He let the feelings rush to his eyes. It was all he could do to avoid from sobbing. He tightened his eyes and tears began to flood his eyes and distort his vision, burning. His lip quivered and he broke eye contact with his reflection.

That was my career defining moment.
Would she have been proud of me?

I remember that she was always the only person who could ever really cheer me up. If I felt insecure about myself, if I was having a hard day, hell if I was sick, I could always count on her to cheer me up. “I love you darling, everything is going to be alright”. Such simple words, yet they warmed me to the very depths of my soul. Lately though, I had found myself using that sweet loving voice as a projection for my own inadequacies. “You’re not good enough”, “You need to give up and walk away”, “Just throw it all away Christian”.

That wasn’t the woman I loved, it wasn’t fair to her for me to poison her memory with my own insecurities and shortcomings…

“No matter what happens Christian, I love you”

“Jessica I love you too…”

REFLECTION

Nobody is born heartless, nobody is born emotionally detached, these are bad habits we pick up as we journey through life, habits which we either chose to eventually let go of or allow them to control us until the day we die. Regret and clinging on to the past traps us so that we can’t move on to become who we are destined to become, embracing sorrow and loneliness for too long leaves you cold and empty, unable to feel empathy for others.

Some of us are like can’t get over heartache and they move on to the next person they fall in love with. Some of us are too in love with themselves that they will never be able to experience true love with another but then sometimes there is another alternative, some are like myself, so ravaged by heart ache that they never allow themselves to get attached to anything or anyone they may come to care about in any way for fear of feeling even a shard of the heart ache they held on to for such a long time. So then why is it I claim to be better than the man that stands my opposition at Ascension?

Why is it that such a broken, emotionally empty human being can stand tall in a ring and say that he has no worries about taking on such competition because he knows it will turn out in his favor? It’s simple really; I no longer have any fear inside of me. If I fall to my knees covered in blood at the hands of Beno, I will still get back on my feet and stand tall, I will continue to ask for more until either I win or he finishes the job like a true professional, and why? Because I no longer have anything to lose, I lost everything that has ever meant anything to me and a man without fear is something to be reckoned with.

"Let's see if that fact dawns on Beno when my hand is yet again raised in victory.

"As always, you’ll find yourself disappointed.

Look at me Beno. What do you see? I can tell you what you don’t see. You don’t see a weapon in my hand; you don’t see a uniform on my body. Because my uniform that I wear is made of the scars that I have attained from the enduring battles that I have had here in not just Thy WWE, but over the course of my whole career.

Particularly our first battle from the triple Cage and here we are about to go to battle again for the second time. You’ll see that I don’t have a weapon in my hand because I don’t need a weapon. My weapon is made from the very words that I speak.

Some people can't take the heat. Can't take the pressure of not being the 'novelty' item any longer. Some people can't take that pressure so they lash out like beasts, enraged and only seeing red. They must destroy what they feel as a threat. And right now I’m that threat. I’m the man that you seek out. I’m that the man that you seek to destroy. I’m that man who stripped you of your World Championship. I’m the one who beat you. It was only the biggest match of your life and you came up short.

You see; my opposition, which is you Beno, was once a shining pillar that's beginning to rust and platform that is beginning to crumble, have been endangered, you’re no longer the top attraction here in Thy WWE, you’re no longer special.

You’ve never been anything more than an over indulged ego. You openly boast about talents that are nonexistent, you continue to brag about accomplishments that are only relevant in your mind. You believe that you are entitled to so much more than you actually are. Your mortality has been proven at my hands, you were taken from the arena on a stretcher the last time our paths crossed, your fabled, seemingly indestructible Knights of the Round Table exposed as nothing more than a narcissistic band of jesters.

What was it that brought you back Beno?
Was it the urge to beat me?

Or was it simply your inability to cope with the harsh reality that I have exposed you too?

Simply put, you aren’t and never were good enough.

How does it feel...?

How does it feel…when someone you love so much…somebody that you would do anything for, is no more?


Love is a force that is strong beyond imagination, and her departure had taken away all my strength. I felt numb. Like all reality was lost. My soul forced me to look desperately for her, my eyes were eager just to catch a glimpse of her. She was like a source of energy to me, and her untimely death had left me like a person in a coma; alive, yet completely unconscious of his surroundings.

I try to recollect myself and focus. I made my way towards the living room; towards the book shelf. I grabbed the bible from the self. I kept the picture in a Bible, but like me, not many open a Bible with any regularity. It’s not that it’s hidden. It’s just that I couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she once was. I leaned my head against the bookshelf and feel my body weaken. Life goes on and I must go with it. Along with the memories. All I have left is a picture and a story. A fantasy and a dream. All I have left is just memories. Maybe I should give this to someone else. Maybe I should give this to Rebecca. He heads towards the desk, opens the drawer, and pulls out a large envelope. He then places the picture that he had kept inside the envelope. The one that he still had with him that had been in his glove compartment of his car for some time. Putting it in the bible felt better. Felt like he was keeping the picture… keeping her in a holy place. A place where she belong. Perhaps even heaven , if there was a heaven. Christian Knight then seals the envelope up and then closed the desk drawer. He then decides to take the next course of action which is to call her sister. Rebecca.

With that, Christian Knight digs into his pocket to find his cell phone he pulls it out and opens the cell phone. His fingers tremble as he searches for the keypad. Looking threw the contacts he finds what he was looking for Rebecca. He pauses for a brief moment and thinks it over. Should I call her? He ponders to himself. He ignores the brief moment of nervousness he has and he presses the dial button. The first ring echoes threw out his house. The second ring follows next and Christian starts to get a little impatient. After the third ring, he’s about to hang up and forget he even tried but just at that moment Rebecca answers the phone. “Hello”. Christian Knight pauses again for a moment. “Hey Rebecca, it’s me Christian.” Sweat begins to form on Christian Knight’s forehead as he speaks those words. “How’s it going, Christian?” He pauses for a moment. “I want to give you something.” He pauses. “What’s that?” After a moment he responds, “It’s a surprise, could you meet me at the Denny’s that close to your house, I’ll make the drive out there to meet you? He waits for her to respond. “Ok it’ll take me a few, I guess I’ll see you in a little bit. Christian paces around the room. “Thanks, and I’ll see you latter.” With that he press the button on his phone to end the call and puts it back into his pocket where he had it.

He then makes his way towards the door that leads to his garage and he unlocks it and then opens the door. The anticipation begins to build inside him as he closed the garage door and locks it back up again. He heads around towards to where he parked his Mitsubishi and digs the keys out of his pocket as he heads towards the driver’s side of the car and gets in. He places the envelope on the passenger’s seat and closes the door; focusing his attentions to the path that now lay in front of him. Christian Knight opens the garage door using his remote on his key chain and reeves up the gas peddle a few times letting the engine roar back to life. He puts the drive-stick into the appropriate position and drives his Mitsubishi out of the garage and uses the remote to close the garage door. It was time to focus now, and put all thoughts behind him. He concentrated as he began to make his down the road and towards his destination. Christian drives for all but fifteen minutes until he finds his target. He remains focused. Thinking about the picture that still waited in the envelope. It was only right to give it to her. To give it to Rebecca. Christian pulls his car up into the parking lot. He put the car in park and turns the key, which kills the ignition. Christian undoes his seatbelt and grabs the envelope containing the picture and hops out of his Mitsubishi. Closing the door he heads towards Denny’s.

It was time. This was it. He had often wondered how and when he might get this chance, and now here it was, staring him in the face. His mind raced; it seemed to drown the rest of the world in a deafening pulse. He felt his face flushing already. His breath quickened with his heartbeat. Closer. He opened the doors and went inside the Denny’s. Closer. Closer…now. She saw him. The hum of the cafeteria returned. “Hey, Christian!” She smiled briefly, and her eyes lingered on him and the turkey sandwich for a moment. A good sign. Christian stopped walking, turned, and grinned at her. “Oh, Hey. How are you doing?” She responded cheerily enough, and he seized the opportunity. Christian Knight pulls out the chair from the table and takes a seat. He takes a moment and hands Rebecca the envelope. “Whats this? Rebecca asks him with questioning eyes. “Just open it.” Christian Knight pleads with Rebecca.

Rebecca then takes the sealed envelope with curiosity and slowly tears it open. She puts her hands inside and takes out the picture that was in the envelope. Taking a first glance at it a look of shock comes over her face as she stares at the picture in front of her. Why? She pauses for a moment. Why are you giving me this? She asks again as her eyes begin to get a bit teary. Christian Knight pauses for a moment and looks at Rebecca.

I’ve had the picture of long enough Rebecca. I wanted to give it to you. Christian Knight pauses. I really think she would have wanted you to have it. Rebecca looks back at Christian. Thank you Chrisian, You don’t know what this means for me. Rebecca looks a bit teary eyed, but a smile forms on her face. Thank you so much. Christian Knight looked at Rebecca and smiled back.

You Know Rebecca, you look so much just like her. Just as beautiful, and you have those same piercing forest green eyes that she had. That was always what I loved most about her. Just the way her eyes pierced threw me. It’s almost as if like staring at you, I can feel the same thing happening, you remind me so much of her.

Rebecca looks back at him with questioning eyes. I don’t know what to say, Christian. Christian Knight ponders the question for a moment. Just don’t say anything. He tells her. Jessica finishes her turkey sandwich and then they both get up from the table and push their chairs back in. After Christian flips the bill, they walk towards the exit of the Denny’s and push open the doors and head out to the bright sunlight the cover their faces. Rebecca smiles at Christian Knight.

Thank you again, Christian. Christian Knight pauses for a second, not knowing what to say, then suddenly to his surprise, Rebecca closes in on him and plants a kiss on his lips. He kisses her back. Not sure what to think. The though of Jessica pops up in his mind, and then he releases the kiss and slowly pulls away, trying not to alarm Rebecca. He looks at her with mixed feeling. Not sure how to feel or what to do. Rebecca smiles back at him and head to her own car. Meanwhile Christian Knight heads back to his car and opens the driver’s door and slips inside, closing the door behind him.

On the drive back to his house he contemplates on what just happened. Why did Rebecca kiss him. He started contemplating to himself. Maybe I don’t have to be alone anymore. Maybe this is the answer. The mix feeling begin to boil up within him. No, I can’t. I can’t betray Jessica. Of all people why Rebecca? The back and forth battle continues as his destination fast approaches him. Is this what Jessica would have wanted? Somewhere deep down he felt a little bit of happiness. The kind of happiness he hadn’t found in a long time, but at the same time he still felt kind of wrong about it. Like it was a forbidden sin. He pushes such thoughts to the back of his mind as he reaches his destination. He parks his car back into his garage and gets out. He heads back into the house and then heads back upstairs towards his bedroom. There was still some unfinished business that he needed to conclude.

Christian Knight opens his closet door and reaches for his duffle bag. He opens it and gets out his tripod and camera recorder. He takes him all but a few moments to set up the tripod and attach the camera to it. Christian Knight prepares him self as he searches for a bottle of water that lied on his side table. He picked it up and took a swig of it and placed it back on the side table. He wanted to record a message. A message to Beno for his upcoming match at Ascension. With that he turned the power on the camera recorder to the on position. He waited for a few seconds to recollect himself and fixed his posture. Christian Knight then hits the record Button as he begins to contemplate what to say next. Then it hits me.

REGRET

Regrets. We've all had them. Sometimes we'd love to have done something more in our lives, or sometimes it’s something we wish we never had done... At one time in my life, I could say that I never held a regret, not one.

Pausing, looking down to the floor and then back up again,

I can't say that anymore.

Would they expect defeat coming from my lips, rolling over and showing my soft underbelly to allow the final death blow to be brought in? Who knows.

Regrets are something that I'm not comfortable with, the unknown, the road less traveled or explored. I was too busy living life, looking for the next rush. Well surprise. Sometimes Life throws you a swerve.

I paused, thinking over my words.

I do have them, a few of them. Nodding my head quietly.

When I leave the arena, I will go out with a smile. I don't need a belt to tell me that I am proficient in the ring, I don't need a belt to make me feel all warm and content inside, I don't need it. That validation comes when I go in between those ropes and I perform each and every night in front of a live audience. It comes from the blood that I spill, from the sweat that comes from my body. Those are the things you need Beno. You need what I have. That’s the truth of it.

I won’t go out and kick my feet, stomp up and down and say, I want my belt back, if I lose you won’t see me coming back to demand a rematch. But you will Beno. When and if I ever lose this title I will go out with my head held high, knowing that I left a mark on this company. That holding this belt once is enough for me. I don’t need a title or a belt unlike you to know that about myself. I’ll go out with other opportunities and when Opportunity knocks, and I always answer that door.

I get it, you did anything and everything to get to the top “ without any regard with who you hurt or used in the process. People like Joey The Bastard, Like Demmie Mae. People Like The Knights of the Round Table. You’d be happy to have them there just so long as you’re the king, that you’re the champion. That you’re in the center of the spotlight… how you can look at yourself in the mirror every day Beno? One day it'll catch up to you when you realize everyone you stepped on, stepped over, those whom you used and still considered friends are no longer around.

Silence overcame me, the words were hard to find for the moment, as thoughts raced through. Like a tidal wave they pound against me, yet each one is as futile to grasp onto as the next.

Why does it matter if your ego gets puffed up by a belt?

A soft grin came to my lips. You could say... That I go out there each night with a goal in mind, a plan. A plan to put on a damn good show, to get pushed to the limit.


We have everyone making claims. There will be a victorious one out of the gate, that they will be the last one standing in the rumble at Ascension. There will be an end all, be all. The one who walks out with a golden ticket or perhaps the Thy WWE Champion.

Raising my eyebrow.

Right.

Smirking, I guess that's the difference in all of this. If it happens, it happens that's always been my motto going into things. It gives me a chance to be able to rub shoulders with some of the greats; it gives me a chance to test their mettle, to know what to look for when I get to that upper tier. To be able to possibly get my hands on some of the people that made claim to that they are the best that this company has to offer. People like you Beno.

Yeah…I could go on and say that I plan on making sure everyone that comes into my path is laid to waste behind me. I could say that I am going to come out on top, I could say that… but, I paused, we all know that it'd be scripted drivel for all of you to buy into.

I’ve had a target placed on my back since the moment I got here. It's nothing new to me. They said it was a mistake. That’d I’d failed and that I won’t amount to anything. I was kicked out and I was down for the count but I made my way back here again. They said why bring back Christian Knight, what has he done and then I beat Kurt Orton, and then I beat you in a Triple Cage to win the Thy WWE Championship Belt, and then I went on to beat who ever one thought would end my World Championship reign. I beat “The Savior”. I beat Jacob Senn in what was one of my best one on one single matches I’ve had here. So what’s next? Let me tell you what’s next. Christian Knight takes a moment again to recollect himself and then continues.

What’s next is I lace up my boots. What’s next is I put on my wrist tapes. Then I wait. I wait for Ascension. I wait for our match.

When the bell is rang Beno I wait for you to come at me.

Now the roles have reversed, now it is you with something to prove, now it is you that desperately needs this. I know the feeling Beno, I know what it is like to hear the whispers of a locker room wondering if you have what it takes to get the job done. I know what it is like to be looked at as if your second rate or simply just not good enough.

Will I see the best you have to offer Beno?
Will I face the legend that you have proclaimed yourself to be?

I hope so, because anything else is going to be disappointing…

Christian Knight then hits the stop button on the camera recorder and turns the power off. He places it back in his duffle bag and wonders to himself. He began to wonder what the future had in store for him. He wondered what lied ahead. He Wondered… He wondered what would come next. No matter what happened next, win, lose or draw, Christian knew that he would simply welcome this burden finally being lifted off his shoulders.

[Beno]

May 31st, 2013

May 31st, 2013 will go down as the darkest day in the kingdom of Camelot. On that night, two larger than life superstars competed in Thy WWE's very first triple cage match. It was not only the Thy WWE championship that was on the line. No, something far more important was at stake. Pride and honor. The champion Beno fought for the honor of his kingdom and the pride of being the best in the world. General Manager Christian Knight fought for the honor of the late Jessica and the pride of being the man to finally dethrone the Knights of the Round Table. In what is considered the greatest match in Thy WWE history, the two gladiators clashed and fought with every piece of their hearts and souls. Blood was spilled and gallons of sweat poured from the two combatants. Yet as both men reached the very top of the structure, Beno fell. He crashed through lower levels and hit the mat with a sickening thud. As he was losing consciousness, he watched in horror as Christian Knight claimed the Thy WWE championship. As the paramedics strapped Beno to the stretcher and lost consciousness, the final sight he saw was Knight holding the championship high into the air. It was the beginning of the end of the era of the Knights.

September 25th, 2013.
Outside of the walls of Camelot.
10:30 P.M.

The scene opens up with a view of the evening sky. Hundreds and hundreds and stars illuminate the darkness, a few of them flickering. The camera lowers to reveal the towering walls of Camelot. Made of stone and reinforced steel, the appearance seems menacing. All along the walls guards patrol. Clad in blood red armor and bearing flaming torches. Most of the guards on the walls carry cross bows and compound bows. Within the nearest tower of the wall four guards are positioned on each side. Their crossbows are mounted and loaded, waiting for the inevitable attack. As we progress closer to the compound, the draw bridge is lowered, allowing access across the moat. Two large men stand on either side of the bridge with their lances crossed in an "X" formation. The heavy steel gate is drawn so that no one may pass. Both men walk up to the sides of the carriage and peer inside. As we show them the official paper work, the bigger of the two signals for the gate to be lifted. They resume their post as the gate rises. The horse drawn carriage slowly passes through the gate. All along the road, armed guards with torches and javelins stand lined up, making a path to the castle. The friendly smiles upon their faces have vanished and been replaced by solemn expressions. Numerous pubs of various sizes and designs have been built as rowdy citizens of Camelot stagger out of the doors. A particular intoxicated man vomits profusely on a guards steel boot Enraged, he wraps his hands around the mans throat and slams him into the ground where he proceeds to kick him relentlessly in the ribs until his fellow guards pull him off. The man whimpers on the ground as the guard takes one final spiteful look and spits in his face. I lean closer into the carriage to avoid the consequences of witnessing the uninvoked brutality. As the carriage continues up the stone paved road, we get decent views of the housing. Many of the homes seem to be vacant now. Windows are boarded up, the grass is overgrown. The houses that are occupied have the curtains drawn. The smallest flicker of candle light can be seen as it begins to die out. We pass the horse stables next. Every single horse is clad is gear, ready at a moments notice for battle. As I take the scene in, it makes me feel frightened and depressed at the same time. I'm frightened for what may occur during our visit here. And the thought of what has happened to this once glorious kingdom saddens me. As the carriage continues on, the castle finally comes into view. Made of stone and steel like the walls, it is truly a sight to behold. Nearly as large as maximum security prison, it towers over all other structures within the walls and surrounding areas. Unlike the dwellings before the hill, the castle is lit up like a christmas tree. All throughout the castle light can be seen through the barred windows. About a dozen armed men stand guard at the large oak doors. From the illumination of the torch light, the stone gargoyles look menacingly down from about. A newly renovated statue featuring the members of the Knights of the Roundtable stands in the left of the court yard. Our carriage stops as the scene fades to black.

September 25th, 2013
Inside of the castle of Camelot
11:00 P.M.

We thought that something was about to go down. We were roughly seized from the carriage and escorted inside. The carriage driver was sent away with threats to keep silent otherwise his wife would know my one was a descendant of Sir Lancelot. As the castle doors slammed shut, we were to be led into the court. With guards on each side, we had no choice but to follow their lead. Polished suites of armor were spaced every few feet on both sides of the velvet red carpet. Banners with the emblem of the Knights hung. Made from golden and deep red thread, they were magnificent to behold. The rooms we passed by were closed off to us. Think wooden doors prevented me and my fellow camera men from seeing what was within them. On the rare occasion that one was open, it was immediately slammed shut from within. The once loving and friendly atmosphere seems to have all but evaporated. Low whispers can be heard but aren't audible. The sound our steps make echo throughout the hall. The silence is eerie to say the least. At last we come up to another pair of guards standing on either side of large wooden doors. One of our escorts whispers something to them. They nod and open to door. What we witnessed was nothing short of spectacular.

September 25th, 2013
The royal court of Camelot
11:15 P.M.

Bigger than any other room within the castle, the room doubles as the Kings court and the throne room. Four Large oak doors lead off into restricted areas of the castle. From what I can guess, they are the treasury, Benos private quarters, the map room and the war room.The room is virtually empty other than the multiple armed menbarring the entrances to the rooms. A chandelier of immense proportion hangs from the ceiling and illuminates the room. The candle light casts shadows over the men. Yet the chandilier isn't what catches our eyes. In the center of the room sitting on a throne of gold and emeralds sits a man. Not just a normal man but a man that was once reveared throughout the land. A man who has faced trials and tribulations far greater than anyone could imagine. His beard has grown wild. It is tied together with strips of leather, the length of it nearly a foot long now. The crown once worn by King Arthur himself now sits upon his shaven head. He's clad in brown tights, a shirt of chain mail and a pair of heavy boots. A long golden chain hangs from his neck. On his left hand sits the luxorious ring given to those who belong to the round table. From the chain hangs the five rings that once belonged to Bret Hart, Anger, Fear, Samuel Barton, Brian Gunn and Troy Motors. All former members of the Knights of the round table who were deemed unsuitable for brotherhood. He taps the ringed finger on the arm rest of the throne. The tapping is like a metranome as he stares around solemnly. The look upon his face no longer depicts arrogance and self righteousness. It's been replaced with sorrow, bitterness and doubt. He is the former Thy WWE World champion. He is one half of the Thy WWE Tag Team champions. He is the king of Camelot. A knight of the round table. His name is Beno. And he has returned.

Beno stares at the camera crew standing in front of him. He studies them for a moment, as if expecting them to draw poison tipped daggers. He folds his hands together, finger tips touching one another. He inhales deeply and closes his eyes.

Beno: What you see before you now is a shell of a former man. A man who has lost everything that he has worked so hard to obtain. A man who has faced the raging fires of hell and lived to tell the tale. It was on May 31st that my world came crashing down upon me. Or in a sense, I came crashing back to reality. The world that I knew was all but a lie. Yes I had just seized control of Camelot. And yes I was the World champion. From my loyal knights to my feared kingdom, I had everything I could ever ask for. My throne and that golden championship strap and most importantly, Thy WWE's control in the palms of my hands. I crushed anyone that stood in my way or defied the laws that I had issued. But I was arrogant, I had all of this power and let it go to my head. I believed myself to be invincible, That no mere mortal could stand in my path of immortality. Maybe that's why I took Camelot for my own. The age of Arthur and Merlin were coming to a close and it was only a matter of time before someone else would claim the throne for themselves. Someone less capable than I. So why not take it for my own? I had a vision, but that vision was blurred. I could not foresee the consequences of my actions. I felt like I was doing it all for the greater good. As I could be a better ruler for Camelot and for Thy WWE. My actions were purely for the benefit of others. Everything that the Knights did had its purpose to make the world a better place. No one understood that. I was seen as a villain. They called me an infection. That I would be the death of Thy WWE. I ignored all of this and made them pay dearly. I brought my army and decimated the opposition. Yet it never occured to me that it could be the truth. Were the Knights really killing the company or were we saving it? Was it hatred in the eyes of our fellow superstars or were they simply jealous of what we achieved in just a short amount of time? I've searched out the answers to these questions and many more with no decisive answer. Still the questions plague me when I'm awake and when I'm deep in slumber. I've put it off long enough. The time has come for me to consult the oracle.

Beno rises from the throne as the scene quickly dissolves.

September 26th, 2013
The cave of the Oracle
12:30 A.M.

The scene begins as Beno stops the black stallion outside of a grimey looking cave. Two of the kings most trusted guardsmen make motions to dismount, but Beno stops them.

No. This is something i must do alone.

But my lord, they say she is a vile creature that possesses supernatural powers. That she can turn a man to stone from a glance.

I have heard sound counsel from you and many others Xavier. The oracle is no gorgon. Though she is a watch, I have no fear of her. She has no reason to harm me nor you. A message was sent to her and she agreed to allow me and me alone within her domain. I do not need you drawing your sword upon her. Take heart in knowing that once this meeting is over, you may never have to come with a thousand feet of this place.

Yes my lord.

Beno unstraps the sheathed sword from his belt and hands it to Xavier. He then proceeds to bend down and remove two concealed daggers from his boots. He pats Shadowfax on the snout and takes a torch that Xavier was carrying. He turns and steps forward. He stops a few inches short of the cave entrance. The light from the torch barely illuminates the mouth. Beno steps through the threshold and cautiously makes his way down the interior of the cave. An odor so foul that it cannot be describe fills the cave. Beno feels the burning sensation within his nose. His eyes water for a few moments until he becomes accustomed to the smell. Small droplets of water fall from the stalactites hanging from the roof of the cave. From the little light that the torch gives off we see that the walls are covered in a green liquid. The walls seem to be oozing the substance. Beno steps in a small puddle of water and freezes. A sinister laugh echoes through the cavern and foot steps bounce from wall to wall. Beno quickens his pace to a short run, following the laughter. Then he catches a glimpse of torn gray clothing turning a tight corner. Breathing heavily, Beno continues his pursuit. As he rounds the bend, he stops dead in his tracks. In front of him is a scene of black magic. Skinned anamials hanging from stalactites, a bubbling cauldron emmitting disguisting fumes, a rickety wooden table covered with various ingredients and leather bound books and a frail looking child, sitting in the corner. The child is dressed in what appears to be rags. She clutches her knees, facing away from Beno. She begins to sob softly and her body shakes uncontrollably.

I want to go home....

Beno tries to speak, but his throat is constricted.

Where am I?

With great effort, Beno forces a word out.

Stop.

Please... take me home... I miss my daddy.

Stop this now!

The child stands up shakily. Her back remains turned to Beno.

Daddy?

Tears running down his face, Beno collapses to his knees.

This isn't real. It can't be!

The child turns around. Beno let's out a howl of anger and sorrow. The front of the child has been pierced. Her chest is covered in something sticky and red.

Dominica.....

You said you'd protect me daddy. You promised me that we would be safe. That you would stay with us. But you left. You went off to fight the bad men and left me alone.

Tears fall with a higher speed now.

I didn't leave you! I was protecting you and your mother!

We waited daddy. We waited for what seemed like an eternity. But you never came back. I went looking for you daddy. I thought I saw you in the distance. I ran to you. It wasn't you though daddy. It was another man. He told me he could bring me to you.

Beno struggles to get to his feet, but something isn't allowing him to. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

Look at me daddy!

Beno's eyes spring open. He strains to close them again but he cannot.

That man lied to me daddy. He did bad things to me. He brought me to a cave. It was dark and I was afraid. I tried to run daddy. I yelled for you but you never came.

STOP THIS!

You let me down. Just like you let Camelot down. You let everyone down who has ever depended on you. You cared more about fighting a war that you had no business in than your daughter. A daughter who loved you. More than a kingdom who needed you.

I did everything I could! It wasn't my fault! I tried Dominica! I tried!

The childs voice grows immensely as she starts to shout.

IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT! IT WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAULT DADDY! YOU PUT YOUR NEEDS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSES! YOU ONLY CARED ABOUT YOURSELF! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE! YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT ME AND MOMMY! YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT YOUR KINGDOM TO FALL! YOU AREN'T A HERO! YOU AREN'T A LEADER! YOU'RE NOTHING!

Sobbing uncontrollably, benos head falls.

I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry Dominica... I never meant for any of this to happen. It was my job. I had to protect you and the kingdom.

IT WASN'T YOUR JOB! YOU WERE A FATHER AND A HUSBAND BEFORE YOU WERE A KNIGHT! BEFORE YOU WERE A KING!

Dominicas eyes are literally balls of fire. She pierces Beno with a glare.

You were a fool. Much like I perished, Camelot will go the same way. You will never beat Christian Knight!

Her voice returns to that of an innocent child.

It's time to go daddy...

The flames of the torch extinguish as everything is engulfed in darkness. Beno loses consciousness.


September 27th, 2013
Benos Private Chamber
5:00 P.M.

Beno awakes with a start. He is drenched in sweat from head to toe. He clutches the sheet covering him tightly enough that his knuckles turn white. His breathing is ragged. He manages to get himself out of bed and over to the stone basin and mirror. He dunks his head in the basin full of water and holds it there for a moment. He whips his head up and stares at himself in the mirror. He clenches the basin to steady himself.

I don't remember how I got here. That doesn't matter right now. I know what needs to be done. I was blinded by what I thought I was doing right. I thought that my own battles were more important than this kingdom.

Than Dominica. I was wrong. And the fact is I can't change the past. The only thing I can do at this point is do what is right for Camelot. To honor my daughter and every man, woman and child that lives within these walls. That all starts with reclaiming the Thy WWE championship. That championship was the most treasured item that Camelot possessed. The one thing that unified the Knights of the round table. Ever since Christian Knight defeated me, the Knights have fallen into dissaray. I wouldn't deal with reality so I left to go on a pilgramige. I went to find the truth and find myself. But that was a selfish decision. I wasn't doing it for the benift of anyone other than myself. All that is going to change.

By defeating you Christian, everything will be at peace again. Camelot will enter a new age of prosperity. You were the better man when we first faced off. This time, the roles are reversed Christian. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. I fight not only for myself anymore. I fight for Camelot and for the brotherhood. I'll fight with everything I have for my family.

Beno stares into the mirror.

I'll fight for you Dominica.

The scene fades to black.