LADDER MATCH

[Vince McMahon]

Match Three:
Blade "The Future" LaVigne vs. Steve Steele vs. Captain Tetley vs. Prince Xavier Tchalla
vs. Rey Mysterio vs. Kenny Lane
Ladder Match (IC TITLE shot contract hanging)

Scale the ladder and get yourself a guaranteed title shot at the Intercontinental Championship, seems easy enough, but I can most assure you that it is not. This match features superstars who may not get to the top via conventional measures, using one of the most unconventional opportunities to take what he feels is his. This match is the penultimate example of seizing the moment and securing your own legacy. One man will climb the ladder and change his life forever, but who is it? Finding out will be the entertaining part.


RP BELOW

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The scene opens in Seattle Washington where tonight at WRESTLEMANIA IV, Rey Mysterio has his debut match for Thy WWE against five other men for a contract that winner can cash in for a Thy WWE Intercontinental Championship match but the first thing that I must focus on tonight is winning the ladder match against these five men who are also determined to start off two-thousand and fourteen on a better foot than how two-thousand and thirteen left them.

Rey Mysterio is shown arriving at the arena and then he heads inside.

Rey: The first opponent I’m going to talk about is named Blade “The Future” LaVigne, Blade you think that just because your last name is LaVigne that means that you’re going to get things easy around here well newsflash, I’m not going to allow you to just waltz in here and think that you run the place because I’m a hungry challenger looking for the right challenge so I’m going to do what it takes to make sure that I’m the one walking away from this ladder match tonight as the true number one contender for the Thy WWE Intercontinental Championship.

Rey is shown at a meet and greet with the fans as he signs autographs and takes pictures with the fans that has came out for this special event before the actual pay per view.

Rey phone rings and he answers it while he is on a break from the fans.

Rey: Hey, yeah this is he, oh okay so one of my opponents later tonight is no longer Hardcore Comley but now another guy by the name of Steve Steele, okay and thanks for giving me the heads up even if it’s just a few hours before the match.

Rey hangs up his cell phone and returns to the event signing more autographs and taking more pictures with the fans.

Rey: Steve Steele, I’m not sure who you are or how good you are in that ring tonight seeing as you’re replacing Hardkore Comley but I wish you good luck because you’re going to need if you actually think that you’re going to actually stand a chance of winning at all because you’re the new guy, well I’m one too but I’m a worldwide known talent unlike yourself so you still have to make your dues to the business and if I know the other wrestlers involved that means it’s going to be a long night for you as they are going to be looking to teach you a lot of lessons in that ladder match one way or another.

Rey sits down at his table and is drinking some water as the crowd has died down so now he has time to himself.

Rey: Captain Tetley, It’s an honor to facing a real captain in this match but I’m wondering how good are you if you’re a captain because usually captains take care of boats or different water type ships but instead you’re in the wrestling business so that’s a bit of a uncomfortable realm for me to think that a captain would be in unless you’re like captain Lou Albino where he was a wrestler and just used a captain’s gimmick and I’m guessing that’s what you’re doing.

Rey gets up and thanks the sponsor for having him and he takes a few pictures with the company managers before leaving the store heading to the main part of the arena for his locker room.

Rey: Prince Xavier Tchalla, It’s pretty cool that a prince is in this match too. Where is your kingdom or is the prince thing a farce and you’re just another fake wrestler with a cool gimmick otherwise than I’m sorry if I busted your gimmick and now you probably hate me for it but I didn’t know really that you’re not supposed to give away people’s gimmicks because you know mine already, I’m a Mexican masked wrestler who is very short and I live for the mask and it’s my culture as I have traveled around the world and became a household name in this business so now I’m in Thy WWE to give this company a tryout.

Rey enters his locker room and there is a ladder with a red bow on it. He looks at the huge ladder and then climbs to the top of it as he looks at his locker room from up there.

Rey: From up here you can see everything but that’s also a very bad position to be because you leave yourself open up here and the fall is not something that is taught as you fall fifteen to twenty feet down to the mat and that’s only if it’s not close to the ropes when you’re thrown off otherwise you might get smacked hard into the concrete floor and that’s going to be harder to get up from.

Rey slides down the ladder and now sits on his couch as he turns on the television to watch the most recent episode of Monday Night RAW.

Rey: There is Kenny Lane also in this match, I didn’t forget about you bro, I was just leaving you for the end because there isn’t too much about you either that I can find on the internet. You’re a virtual unknown, a stranger and that’s something that you need to bring into the ladder match tonight because once the match is over with, you’ll be no stranger anymore to any of us, five wrestlers that you’re stuck with during this ladder match.

Rey exits his locker room making his way towards the ring as the cameras focus back on the locker room area hoping to catch up with someone else before they make their way down to the ring for the ladder match.

The scene fades to black.

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PROLOGUE

++Steve Steele aka The ''Blackheart'' has well and truly arrived in the THY WWE, in his debut match he beat Bob Cena and very easily you could say... Well in Steele's eye it would be like that, anyway soon we will witness the grandest stage in Thy and that is Wrestlemania IV. What a great show it will be, could we possibly crown a new world champion in Scott Wilson, maybe Demmie can win back her title that she has held for a while before Triana took it off her hands... Who will win among Zack Shields, Brett Hart against Bob Cena and Crack. We have a three stages of hell match between Challenger Beno facing off against Champion Joey The Bastard with the Intercontinental Title on the line, and finally on the card we have a ladder match for the chance to hold a briefcase which contains a Intercontinental title, this means that the holder can cash in that briefcase on the champion at ANY time he wants. This match consists of some top guys like Blade LaVigne, Rey Mysterio a prince, ''Blackheart'' and Tetley... One is looking foreword to this match for sure++

END PROLOGUE

(Scene 1)

Location: Hotel near Safeco Field in Seattle, WA

{OFF CAMERA}

++The scene opens in the hotel of the Thy WWE Superstars and other employees near the building that is holding Wrestlemania IV, we go to the room of one ''Blackheart'' Steve Steele... He has just woken up (Yes what a lazy shit) He is laying in his bed for a few minutes before muttering to himself++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Guess I should get up.

++With those words said, Steele flings the duvet off him and still laying there huffs... He then pulls himself up as he is sitting on the edge of the bed, he then again pulls himself up this time off the bed. He the stretches out a little and some of his bones crack from the stretching (lovely sound a) O, I forgot to mention he IS wearing some boxers (He is not a nudist) He then walks in to the bathroom++

10 MINUTES LATER

++That's right, ten minutes later Steele walks out the bathroom looking all ship shape, he walks over to the wardrobe opens the doors and looks in, he takes a few minutes to decide what top he wants... He pulls out a blue shirt, he then grabs a pair of shorts on the bottom of the wardrobe. He puts them on and looks in the mirror and adjusts the top to how he wants++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Yep, that is fucking it right there... Perfect, if I do say so myself.

++Steele is obviously happy, he smiles and then goes back and sits on a sofa that is situated in the corner of the room. He then flicks the Tele on and watches for a bit, he turns to a channel that is reviewing Wrestlemania for THY WWE... Steele smiles a little, why is he smiling... He starts talking to himself++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele: (Smiling)
I cannot believe I am going to be at the fucking biggest event in THY! Wrestle fucking mania, it is fucking unbelievable.

++Why is Steele smiling though, the show then starts highlighting each individual match. Each match has its own section worth about couple of minutes dialog and build up to the respected matches, apart from the Main Event. Which has about five minutes worth as there is a lot of beef between Knight and Wilson, then the last one is the Ladder match (Steele's grin widens) it shows each person individually but then misses out HardKore Comley, why is this... Because HardKore Comley was replaced by Steve Steele and no one knows why, Steele is STILL smiling. The section doesn't have much on Steele apart from his first match in THY! Just then Steele speaks++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
O dear, what a shame. HardKore Comley has been taken out the match, he has been replaced by me. Whatever could of happened, I certainly do not know.

++What is Steele talking about, did Steele have something to do with Comley being took out the match. I do not want to comment or speculate, heck even I do not know what happened and I am writing this stuff++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
I heard my handler wanted to get rid of someone, so I have done what was best for him... I took out HardKore Comley for him, which meant I took his spot in the Ladder match.

++Wait... what, did I just hear that right. Steve Steele took out Comley, I did not even know that and I control both of them. Why was not I informed about this, I demand to know... But, he is right though. I thought about dropping Comley, guess it is what it is... Right!++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
My handler doesn't need that dead weight anyway, he is a fucking joke. In my debut. I beat Bob Cena and I beat him fucking black and blue (That's what he thinks) So why would my handler have someone like HardKore Comley, when he can have The ''Blackheart'' It is obvious I stand a much better chance than Comley winning the ladder match, so I helped him out.

++Well, I do not understand that... I mean Comley could win it, but with Steele I am undefeated with him (Yes I have only had the one match, but that is not the point) So I could do much better with Steele in the long run. I hope I can win that Ladder match, which can adds to the resume of Steele in his illustrious career. But you got to wonder, how is it that I am better with an older character than a younger one. Strange a, what is even stranger is how I changed my roleplay style... Surely I have broken the third or fourth wall in the art of roleplaying (Bet you did not think you would see anyone do that, maybe)++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
My handler is correct, I bet none of you would think this roleplay would be changed.

++Why did I make him just say that? Any who, just then there is a knock on the door.Steele stands up and walks over to the door and opens it up, it is an official THY WWE! Cameraman...

{ON CAMERA}

He walks in without being welcomed in, and starts getting things set up even though he is already filming++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
What the flying fuck, are you doing. Did I invite you win? No... Did not think so, now scram.

++As the camera man is setting stuff up, he speaks++

Cameraman:
Sorry Mr. Steele, but it is your day that the cameraman spends with...

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
What the fuck do you mean?

Cameraman:
We are spending the whole day with he participants in the ladder match, we have already been with Rey Mysterio. Now it is your turn.

++Steele shrugs and just lets it go++

Cameraman:
So, do not mind me. Just carry on with what you was doing, I will be finished in a minute.

++Steele doesn't say anything, it may freak out the cameraman that is in the room. Instead, he just does some training++

Cameraman:
Excellent!

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
What is...

Cameraman:
You doing some training for the big match.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
I do this every fucking day, moron. If I am in a match or not, this is why I am in peak physical condition... Why I am the best and only the best, I do this three times a fucking day if I can. So this is not excellent, you fucking idiot.

++He does some press up, push ups, then running on the spot and other various training exercises. After about ten minutes he stops and grabs a towel and wipes his face, he then speaks++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
You know what, I think it is time to head to the arena... Don't you think, I need to get out of here.

++With that said, Steele then exits the hotel room. The cameraman for the day then follows behind him, quickly grabbing the camera... They both exit as Steele starts walking down the hall, there is superstars and also normal civilians that are dotted around... One civilian (lets call him Danny) walks up to Steele++

Danny:
Wow, its Steve Steele. I am your biggest fan, I think you are awesome.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Yeah, thanks. Now ya need to piss off because, well I am headed to the arena to cut my promo on my match.

Danny:
Sorry, sorry. I will let you get on, do not worry none of them fucktards will win... It's your's for the taking, you have the match won.

++Steele looks on at Danny, he raises an eyebrow at him before speaking++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Who the fuck gave you permission to use my fucking catchy catchphrase, you fucking moron. Get your own, but yes though... You are correct, I will win that fucking match easily.

++Steele then walks passed Danny, shaking his head. Steele and the cameraman then get to the steps and walks down, as they were on the second floor (did I not mention that bit, oops) They then get to the main entrance of the hotel where a bunch of people are crowding the front desk, it seems like something is happening... The receptionist looks uncomfortable, Steele walks over and speaks++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Look all you fucking idiots, why can you not just you leave her the fuck alone. Get on with your fucking lives and move on, otherwise you have ME to fucking deal with. You fucking got that, if so SCRAM.

++The bunch of people direct their eyes to Steele, they know who he is and they indeed scram. The receptionist looks at Steele, smiles and nods a thank you nod. Steele cracks a small grin and then heads off out of the building++

(Scene 2)

++We are now outside the hotel building, Steve Steele and his resident cameraman for the day is walking in to the parking lot where Steele's car is. Just then another fan walks over to him, this time it's a younger kid called Mikey... He has a pen and a paper on him that he holds out++

Danny:
Mr. Steele, can I get your autograph please. You are my idol, you are the best.

++All three are still walking to where Steele's car is parked, Steele grabs hold of the pen and paper and starts jotting his autograph down on the paper++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
You know kid, you should not look up to guys like me me. You do know that I am not a good guy, right... You know, I do swear, cuss. Your parents would not want me to be an idol or a role model for you... But thanks kid, now I need to go.

++Steele hands the paper and pen back to Mikey, the kid has a huge grin on his face and walks off smiling. Steele and the cameraman then get to Steele's car, it is the same car that Steele had when he first showed up here. The Lamborghini murcielago lp640, Steele gets in first and then the camera man... Steele then gets himself organized and then drives off, heading for the arena++

(scene 3)

++We are now on the road, heading towards the arena of where Thy WWE! Will be holding Wrestlemania. Steele then starts to talk++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
So, my debut. I beat Bob Cena, pretty easily... I kicked him in his face and shoved his teeth down his throat (obviously he did) not And now, now I am in a ladder match for the briefcase and in said briefcase is a Intercontinental championship contract... Which can be cashed in at any given moment, heck I could cash in straight away. That is if I wanted too, but maybe I will wait it out a bit... You know, bide my time for the perfect moment whiles the champion is weak. Even though I do not need him to be weak to beat him, I can kick the crap out of him when he is fresh.

++after a short drive, we now arrive at the destination... Steele finds the perfect spot to park and then drives in and parks up (very well might I add) He then gets out the vehicle, followed by the cameraman. They then start heading in to the arena when he is stopped by the resident interviewer Borris Troy (what a stupid name) Steele looks him up and down, Borris speaks++

Borris Troy:
Mr. Steele, can I get a quick word please.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
What the fuck do you want, piss fart.

Borris Troy:
I just want to ask a couple of questions.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Fine, shoot. Hurry the fuck up.

++Borris then gets himself ready, he then asks the first question++

Borris Troy:
Ok, so my first question is this. Are you ready for Wrestlemania, it will be your first one here in Thy WWE! Are you nervous at all

++Steele face palms himself, why do these people ask the stupidest questions++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Your fucking kidding, right. Of course I am not fucking nervous dip shit, I am a fucking veteran of the wrestling business. This is no fucking first dance with me, so the answer again is NO!.

Borris Troy:
But your still new here in THY, which makes you a rookie in here.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Yes, you could be right... But your wrong, so fucking what if I am a new guy here. I know what to do, I know how to do it... I can get the job done, so if you're not going to ask any decent questions then you should well... Fuck off, in fact. Why don't you just fuck off right now, you are boring me.

++Steele then shoves Borris out the way and heads in to the arena++

{Scene 4)

++We now come in to the arena, Steele is being followed by a cameraman for the day... They walk through the building and around them are people getting the final touches done for the big event tonight, some tech guys doing well tech stuff and some others getting the boards and anything else that needs doing. Steele and the camera man walks passed them all and heads to Steele's dressing room (I am now going to take a break and watch some football, I will carry on when I return)..................... (After 90 minutes of football, walking the dog and eating dinner, I am back to carry on writing this roleplay) So, where was I? O yes, after walking for like seems an eternity (my bad) Steele FINALLY gets to his dressing room. They both enter the room and Steele walks over to the small fridge he has in his room and gets out a bottled of Evian water (Product placement, all other bottled waters are available) he pops the lid open and takes a couple of sips. He then closes the lid and looks at the camera man, he speaks++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
So, I guess I need to know who else is in this little ladder match with the ''Blackheart'' then. Can you tell me who the fuck it is that I need to beat down on.

Cameraman:
Blade "The Future" LaVigne, Captain Tetley, Prince Xavier Tchalla, Rey Mysterio and Kenny Lane. They are your opponents, they will be in your way.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
In my way, your fucking joking right. They will not be in my way, because I will be dropping them like fucking flies... This is going down as the easiest fucking win I have ever had, and you can fucking bank on that.

++Steele then pops open the bottle of water again and takes a couple more sips, he then closes it and then starts heading for the door. He walks out and the camera man follows once again, this time Steele is heading to the ring... After ten minutes of turning corners going down corridors they arrive at the entrance to the ring++

(Scene 5)

++We are now ringside, but as it the arena is empty. Everyone is getting the stuff ready for the show, so no fan in sight... Just then++



''Somewhere I Belong'' hits the sound system after a few minutes in to the song out comes The 'Blackheart' Steve Steele... He comes out and starts walking down the ramp. He gets to the steps and climbs up. He enters the ring via the top and second rope, he then grabs a microphone that was left in the ring, the camera man is on the ring apron with the camera he has been lugging around on his shoulder++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
So Wrestle fucking mania, it is almost upon us. The night when people fight for their fucking lives and put on a fucking show, you know... I could not care less about the other matches, all I care about is MY match. The chance to hold a briefcase with a contract to say I can cash it in on the Intercontinental Champion when I see fit, I say I as in me because it will be me who fucking wins it... Guaranteed, no denying it. No other fucking moron will win it, it is mine for the fucking taking and I fucking take what I fucking want... Which will be that briefcase, end of fucking story. Now, I have obviously some people that I need to fucking beat to gain the briefcase. You (He points to the camera man) Give me a name on the list, pick anyone and I will run my mouth about the fuck face.

++The camera man has a think, he then chooses the first person++

Cameraman:
Rey Mysterio JR...

++Steele cracks a smile, he hoped he would choose him first++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
So, little Rey Rey gets to go first. That little piece of fucking garbage says I have no chance in winning, better yet he thinks just because I am not a well known talent like his sorry ass I am not able to win... Look you little dumb fuck, I am a veteran, I guess like your sorry pathetic excuse. But I am a Veteran, I have been in the business for a long fucking time and I have been in some really violent fucking matches... So just because I am new HERE doesn't mean I am new to the fucking wrestling world you dip shit, I have been around the fucking block. I know how to handle my self, unlike you... Who gets man handled, you are everyone's little bitch Rey. No one can take you seriously, I could not care less if you got a big heart and all that bullshit... It doesn't matter about that, all that matters is beating people at the right time. I for one know you will not win, I will be throwing you round like a little rag doll... Like a little kid who has had enough of the toys, you will be carted off on a fucking stretcher when I am done with you. Your really fucking dumb, I have paid my mother fucking dues and I kicked them down its throat... I am probably going to teach you and the rest a fucking lesson in respect, seriously Rey, you need to do your fucking homework before you open your fucking trap and let that bullshit come out of your mouth.

Ok, give me someone else...

++The camera man again takes a few seconds to think, he then says the next person++

Cameraman:
Tetley... Sorry Captain Tetley.

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
You are fucking kidding me right, Captain Tetley. Who the fuck gave him his name, what fucking bright spark thought up that fucking moronic name... Better yet, he looks like a fucking twig. Even Rey Mysterio could snap him in half, the guy is a fucking moronic joke... How he has become a wrestler is beyond me, better yet how he is even put in this fucking match is beyond me. The fucking ladder will win instead of Tetley, did his fucking mother love Tetley so much that she called him that... How the fuck should I know anyway, I was not in that fucking household when that happened. Seriously, if the fucking douche bag thinks he stands a fucking chance in winning the match he has another thing coming... Because I will tell you this now, he fucking will not and that is clear as mother fucking day. The guy is a complete moron who doesn't know his arse from his fucking elbow, fuck even the fucking referee will finish before him... Tetley, just give up sunshine because you cannot and will not win. Next person please.

Cameraman:
Kenny Lane...

++Steele raises an eyebrow, he has no idea who that person is who just got mentioned++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
What or who the fuck is Kenny Lane, never heard of the cock bag... Is he any good, because I sure as hell do not fucking know. Nor do I actually fucking care, I fucking hope he is good... Because I need a good challenge, I need someone to at least try to stop me from getting the briefcase. I wonder if he is going to come out with the same bullshit like others before him have, you know the whole I have been up against guys like you and blah blah blah... It is fucking obvious that he will go down the stupid fucking route, in fact I bet he will go down the whole old and bald route like every other fucker does. All in all, I do not give a flying fuck what he is capable of doing because I will knock his fucking moronic looking head off his fucking shoulders. Now, give me someone else.

++The camera man then says another name++

Cameraman:
Prince Xavier Tchalla...

++Once again, Steele smiles++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
Ah yes, The prince himself. The fucking high and mighty, Mr. fucking big shot... What a fucking cock, seriously just because he is a so called prince doesn't mean shit. In fact, where is the proof that he is a prince? I have yet to see any kind of documentation about him being a prince, fuck I could go on the internet and make something up to call my self a fucking lord. He needs to fucking show everyone that he is a fucking prince, because right now... I do not believe he is one, you see I am the ''Blackheart'' I could not give a flying fuck about people. You on the other hand, your not a prince other wise you would do prince things... Whatever they are, no real prince would get in the fucking ring and wrestle. They have people to do their dirty work, o look he has that big fucking sack of testosterone fuelled fucktard with him... Look prince, just do everyone a fucking favor and throw in the fucking towel. You are not welcome here, well you're not welcomed by me at least because your a fucking halfwit and a reject.

++Steele paces the ring, he starts speaking as he does++

'Blackheart' Steve Steele:
So the power of elimination means that we have the one person left, yes that is right. Blade ''The Future'' LaVigne, once again your fucking kidding me... Why the fuck you call yourself the future, what fucking future you are talking about. I must admit, you're going to be the toughest one out the lot as you are proven here... But that will not fucking help you in the slightest, I will show you up like the fucking liar you are. That is right, your a liar not only to the fans but to yourself... You are not the fucking future, your not even the fucking now. I have been there and seen it all, I have seen little twerps like you think big and then crash down to the fucking ground... But this time, you will be crashing off a fucking ladder. I will make sure you come tumbling down to fucking reality kid, if I spot you are climbing I will wait and make sure your just inches away from grabbing the fucking case and that is when I shall strike. You will become the almost man, this is my fucking turn now and now yours... I am sure you have achieved great things here, but now it is time for the ''Blackheart'' to reign on the parade. This is going to be a dark day for everyone, you are the future but I am the fucking NOW do you understand that fucktard... This is my time to unleash un-related assault on those before me, you and the others will fucking understand the pure force and brutality that I can fucking dish out. Your chances are fucking zero Blade, mark my words.

++Steele drops the microphone as he stands dead in the middle of the ring, he starts breathing and getting himself ready for the match as the scene fades out++

(Scene ends)

[Damian Rite]

December 31st 1990 Vambowian Royal Palace….


The wind whipped down the corridors of the grand palace unopposed as the entire kingdom seemed to be holding their collective breath. From the main gates the word seemed to have spread like wild fire, tonight it was happening, tonight the future king was to be born.


Even though one would normally take a car from one end of the palace compound to the other, Queen Falsi Thcalla’s screams could be heard echoing everywhere. Her brow was drenched with sweat, her body aching with the pain only some women on this planet will ever know as another wave ran through her being. She clutched down against the hand of her husband, her rock, her every present king and let out a roar of pain as the doctors continued to coach her through. It had been 7 hours she had been in labor, 7 long painful hours and she was starting to doubt if she could even do this, who was she to bring life?


The room was large and filled to the brim with gifts of all shapes and sizes. Gold, flowers, grand statues, giant tribal masks, 3 large screen televisions, anything one could ask for. Her hand maidens stood silent, some held their heads down in prayer, while others only seemed to stare, Fixated on their proud and powerful queen now dripping with sweat and crying out in pain. The four doctors were flown in from all around the world no expense would be spared for this, the most important day in the royal couples life. Their machines beeped and hummed but all in all they didn't seem to matter because all the only sound they were listening for was the sound of a baby’s cry hopefully soon to come.


Also in attendance were two of Queen Falsi’s spirit guides. Her own mother being one of them. In the corner they had placed a small marble stand painted with war paint and wrapped in vines. Sitting on top of the stand was a large bronze bowl that held in side a small fire that flickered every so often as the wind in the room would shift. They circled the bowl chanting and swaying the chant that had been spoken since long before Falsi was queen. More than the doctors she was glad that they were there. It made her feel like the history of their entire nation stood in the room with her. And if they were here there was nothing she couldn't do.


Queen Falsi: AHHHHHH
!

Her hand gripped tightly onto her husband’s. She held so hard she was sure she would break his hand but his face showed no sign of pain, or distress, he simply leaned down and kissed the top of her head gently and spoke calmly.


King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) You are so beautiful Falsi. I love you so much my Queen.


His strength comforted her but she couldn't understand how he could be so calm. She was giving birth to their first born, the future heir to the throne of Vambowa, the pressure from that alone made this the hardest thing Falsi had ever attempted to do. Her mother threw a pinch of herbs in the fire which shot a plum of sweet smelling smoke into their air. They began to call out to their ancestors, to the kings and queens that came before them, to bless their child, bless their kingdom, and bless the future of Vambowa. The pain came again and she cried out, the sound traveling down the empty hallways, racing through the palace like a stallion. The servants stood listening from their posts. No one moved, No one hardly was breathing. They stood still all waiting for the sound.


The looks on the doctors faces were grim. They begin to talk to each other, their voices hushed. Queen Falsi eyes widened. She turned to her husband as terror started to climb its way into her heart.


Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) what’s going on? Is something wrong? What is wrong?


The king turned toward the doctors and spoke, his voice booming across the room making the handmaidens and the doctors jump a little.


King Tchalla: You will tell me what your concerns about my wife and my son.


One of the doctors tried to sputter a response.


Doctor 1: We don’t want to trouble you without reason your highness and…


The kings booming voice cut him off. Though his face remained calm his eyes burned like fire.


King Tchalla: You mistake my words for a request doctor.

The doctors once again looked at each other, none of them wanted to give bad news to arguably the most powerful two people on the continent of Africa. But as the command of the king rang out in the room one of the doctors stepped forward toward the couple. She spoke calmly to the royal couple though her face still looked grim.


Doctor 2: Well…Your highness…Your wife is not progressing as we hoped and…


The doctor stopped looking back towards her colleges. It was clear she didn't want to be the one delivering this news. The queen leaned forward, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her free hand and spoke. Having trouble with both her English and her pain she still managed to radiate the authority of a woman in her position.


Queen Falsi: Tell…Me…the Truth…please


Her strength leaving she leaned back against the bed as the doctor took a deep breath and spoke softly. The whole room seemed to fade away as only the doctors voice seemed to carry weight.


Doctor 2: We believe if you don’t deliver soon we will have to do an emergency C section or….loose the baby.


The words sent panic through the queens heart. She looked to her husband and for a flash she saw a look of concern. Her unshakable king had a moment of fear and now that fear threatened to consume her completely. Would she be the death of the future of Vambowa? Would she be the end to the legacy of her husband? Would she be the end of their son?



……


December 27, 2013 Thy WWE Studios…


The scene opens backstage in the interview area of Thy WWE. As the cameras roll one man is standing in front of Thy WWE logo. Dressed in a pinstripe black suit with a white shirt and a purple neck tie he can be identified as none other than Thy WWE ringside commentator, Phil Latio. Phil has a microphone and begins to speak.


Phil Latio: Hello ladies and gentlemen my name is Phil Latio and thank you for joining us here on Thy WWE.com. There have been so many huge matches announced for the biggest Pay Per View of the year, Wrestlemania. It seems like it will be one history making match after another and one of the most anticipated matches is that of the six man ladder match for a guaranteed shot at the Intercontinental championship. And right now I am here with one of those six men, one who is starting to make quite a bit of noise as of late here backstage and on Raw, Thy WWE newcomer Prince Xavier Tchalla.


The camera slowly moves backward to reveal Prince Xavier Tchalla. The young athlete is wearing a black pair of jeans along with a gold button up shirt. Standing next to him is his ever present silent companion who stands emotionless in only a black pair of jeans. Prince Xavier has a microphone in his hand and starts to speak.


P. Xavier: I am not surprised that not twenty seconds into this interview you have already started making yourself look stupid Phil. Starting to make noise? Last Monday on Raw I deafened the entire locker room. Last Monday night on Raw I deafened the entire swine filled city of Detroit, Last Monday night…I deafened this pathetic excuse for a nation. The noise has been made Phil and it is the sound of my undefeated reign roaring like a lion.


Phil Latio: Well to be fair yourself imposed match wasn't Thy WWE sanctioned and even then you jumped your non Thy WWE superstar opponent from behind before…


Prince Xavier pushes Phil’s microphone down away from his mouth and stares at the commentator before bring up his own mic to his lips


P. Xavier : wewe kijinga idiot, you want to talk about what is fair? Let us talk about how fair it is for the leaders in charge to put five pathetic dogs in the ring with me? How can it be fair to send this uneducated pitiful excuses for men to their end in a match where I can do anything I want to them with no rules to stop me? If I were I unfortunate to be their fathers I would be on the telephone right now demanding that they pull them out of the match this instant for their own safety. It is not fair for them to have to face someone of my caliber, It is not fair for them to have their careers ended to quickly by the fate that awaits them. It is not fair for them to have to be the stepping stones on which my legacy will be built. No Phil fair it is not, but none the less it is what will be.


Phil Latio: So you don’t think it’s fair for the other five members of ladder match to have to face you at Wrestlemania?


P. Xavier: of course not. It is cruel for the management of this company to send these boys to fight a man. Your country should be ashamed that they would allow such a thing to happen.


Phil Latio: But the other members of the match are no pushovers in their own right. Both Captain Tetly and Steve Steele who you've had run ins with here on Thy, The Human Highlight Reel Kenny Lane, Thy WWE main stay Blade “the Future” LaVagine, and two time world heavyweight champion Rey MysterioI I mean these guys are…


Once again Prince Xavier pushes Phil’s mic away from his face and talks over him


P. Xavier: Do you think that saying their names somehow gives them skill that they do not possess already? I know who they are; I have seen these children, I have studied what little accomplishments they have made for themselves and I can say without a moment’s hesitation that they are not worth the ground I spit on.


The young prince spits down on the floor and Phil moves a little bit hoping not to get spit on him. Prince Xavier stairs at Phil for a moment, his face harsh, then a smug smile appears and he continues.


P. Xavier: But there is plenty of time to talk about my poor, unfortunate, competition. No, right now the only two people I care to speak to are Joey the Bastard and the man called Beno.


Xavier looks into the camera his face grinning, his eyes gleaming like a cat who just ate the canary.


P. Xavier: Joey…Beno… What you find yourself in at this moment is what is called in Vambowa kushinda, kupoteza, hali. a win lose situation. At Wrestlemania the two of you are going to fight. You are going to rip each other apart like wild dogs. Your bones with break, your body will bleed; you will drag each other through 3 levels of hell and receive pain the likes of which you didn't think were possible. And as one of you are thrown into the ambulance and the doors slam shut the other will have their hand raised and for one shining moment you will be victorious, a champion…


Xavier’s face changes from smiling to savage calm that sends a chill down the camera man’s spine. His brows knit together as he stares through the lens of the camera out to the very heart of Joey the Bastard and Beno.


P. Xavier: And that’s when you will realize that ever bruise, every broken bone, every shattered rib, every gaping wound, every drop of blood that you left in that ring, every level of hell that seared your flesh will be NOTHING…compared to pain I will inflict upon you, a pain that has no description. I will make you pray to your gods that you never touched that Intercontinental championship belt. Whichever one of you ends up bloodied and broken in that ambulance will look at that day as the luckiest day of your life. For it was the day you escaped the wrath of The Voice of a Nation, the wrath of a TRUE champion.


The young prince takes a step closer to the camera, his burning like fire, his desire almost visibly fuming around him like a thick smoke.


P. Xavier: Beno! Joey! At Wrestlemania you will be fighting for MY Intercontinental Champion and I will take. It. from. Your. Corpse!


With that Prince Xavier drops the mic. He stands there, staring into the camera for a few seconds before walking off screen. His large Companion looks towards Phil Latio, who doesn't seem to know what to say, and then slowly follows Tchalla off screen. The scene fades to black as Phil Latio stands speechless at the words of Africa’s Favorite Son…



…..



December 31st 1990 Vambowian Royal Palace…



Doctor 3: Push! You need to push your highness!


The pain was almost unbearable now. Queen Falsi screamed as she pushed as hard as she could muster but her body was in so much pain she knew it wasn't good enough. Her mother had been throwing more herbs into the fire and it had gone from a small flame to a dangerously large pillar of fire. It almost was large than the bronze bowl that held it and the room was beginning to become like an oven.


Doctor 3: Come on your majesty I need you to push as hard as you can.


Queen Falsi’s felt so weak; the pain was eating every ounce of strength from her body. Her head turned to her husband, his brow had started to form sweat on it as well.


Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) i…can’t….I can’t do it..


Tears streamed down her face and mixed in with the sweat that had covered her head. There was nothing left it her. Everything she thought she could give she had and now she was empty, empty and in pain. King Tchalla looked at her, his eyes though normally filled with power now looked down with a softness that she rarely saw as he spoke to her.


King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) you are my love Falsi Tchalla. You are the strongest woman I have ever known and now you bring our son into the world. You can do this my queen, you can do this.


One of the doctors looked back towards the others


Doctor 3: She needs to keeps pushing


Doctor 2: She is in too much pain to continue this way


Doctor 4: We need to get this baby out right now or we could lose them both.


Queen Falsi’s English was not the best but she could tell that the situation was getting dire by the second. Her poor baby, she wanted to have this baby, she needed to have this baby. But gods she was so tired, it hurt so much, she just wished it didn't have to happen now. The first doctor turned to the king and spoke with urgency

Doctor 1: You’re Majesty she needs to do this now or else she… 

King Tchalla: There will be no else!


The king hardly ever shouted but this time his words roared through the room and echoed across the palace walls. Queen Falsi looked in her husband’s eyes. The calm was gone. She could see the fear building just behind the surface, fear that was almost ready to spill over. If she couldn't do it for her she needed to do this for him, her pillar, her rock, and for her son whom she loved so much and may never get to meet. It didn't matter how much it hurt, she knew she had to do this. As the flames grew higher still she clasped her kings hand with all her might.


Doctor 3: alright now PUSH!


Queen Falsi: AaAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!


……


December 28th 2013 Thy WWE Pre-Mania House Show…



Her heels clicked as the young blonde paced back and forth across the tile floor in the Thy WWE backstage area. Her head turned to the side as she pressed her phone against her ear. The phone rang once on the other end, twice, three times. With each ring her frustration grew. She pushed the hair out of her face and leaned against the wall. One strand of hair remained and she blew it upwards with a puff of air. Not very professional looking she knew but no one was around and technically she was off the clock. After the wait almost seemed unbearable the phone clicked over and a man’s voice responded


?: Tyler now before…

Candice Tyler: Did you see it? 

?: Now just hold on a second you…

Candice Tyler: Did you see it?! 

The man on the other end sighed


?: … Yes Tyler I saw it

Candice Tyler: I can’t do this anymore John I just can’t. He attacked a member of the United States Military! The man needed ten stitches! He was there with his kid! Why are we not doing anything about this!? 

John: The kid went into the ring of his own free will. There’s not a whole lot we can do. If the young man would like to sue hell I’ll be happy to drive him to the court house myself but he’s gonna find it tough to get a lawyer willing to try the case. Not to mention because of Tchalla’s diplomatic immunity I doubt the kid could even sue in the first place.


Candice leaned against the wall again sending another puff of air up into her hair. It was her turn to sigh now. She knew John was right, and she hated that he was right. It just didn't feel right

Candice Tyler: You just need to get me out of here John...

John: Tyler we talked about this…

Candice Tyler: John please! 

John: You've dealt with diplomatic ass holes before.

Candice Tyler: You don’t know Xavier 

John: Unfortunately I do know Prince Tchalla. And as sickening as the little punk is I kiss his ass every time I see him because that’s our job. Or did you forget that?


Candice grit her teeth, trying her best to shoot her angriest look over the phone.

Candice Tyler: I know my job Jonathan 

John: Good, Tchalla asked for you personally. But besides the obvious I have no idea why.

Candice Tyler: The obvious? You mean he likes making people miserable. 

John: No you got an ass that won’t quit and tits like they were touched by the fucking hand of God. I sure hell don’t think he looked over your resume.


Candice’s face flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.

Candice Tyler: you know I could report you for saying stuff like that. 

John: And loose the last friend you have here in the department? yeah I guess you could.


He was right. Candice wouldn't report one of the only people still willing to talk to her. John had been one of her supervisors since she started and despite his occasional inappropriateness he had always looked out for her. Sorta like a father figure, maybe more like an inappropriate step father figure. Candice moved from the wall and started walking down the hallway.

Candice Tyler: John…what I supposed to do? 

John: Well I would suggest you find a way to make it work. The United States has been looking towards allying itself with Vambowa since before our department even existed. The place is a gold mine and I’m talking mines filled with literal gold. Just think about what it would do for your career if your name was on that win sheet.

Candice: You think I don’t that John…It’s just why did have to be wrestling? Trashing hotel rooms I can deal with but this whole Thy WWE place is literally hell. If I had a dollar for every time I caught one of these spandex cover knuckle draggers staring at my ass I could buy Vambowa myself. 

John’s laugh on the other end of the line did not make Candice feel better.


John: So you could be an asset to the department?

Candice Tyler: I’m being serious John 

John: So am I. This is what happens when you mess up big time Tyler you get shitty assignments and you screwed the pooch so bad that the puppies all have your eyes kid.


Candice knew he was right. This was her punishment for what happened in her last assignment. She shut her eyes tight as the blush crept across her face, she didn't want to think about it, not now. John must have sensed her hesitation to speak because he spoke up.


John: Here’s a thought. Why don’t you get in the ring yourself? You could blow off some steam; maybe get one of those tight spandex outfits.
Give all those beer swilling yahoos a show.

She laughed a little; she didn't know why she was laughing but even Johns antics where better than what she had to put up with around Thy.

Candice Tyler: ha You wish. 

John: Damn right. It’s right between my ex wife dropping off the face of the earth and world fucking peace on my list.

Candice Tyler: but seriously John I need… 

John: What you need to do is your job. But hey if you honestly don’t think you can do it anymore nobody is stopping you from walking out the door. Hell I’m the only one who’ll miss you and that’s just cuz I like the eye candy. But I know you and I know you’re not a quitter. If you were you would have already left. So just quit your belly aching and suck it up. Once we get the deal with the little shits old man we can kick his royal ass to the curb.


Candice sighed. She knew he was right, again. She could never quit, that just wasn't who she was. Even though there’s a lot she didn't think she was that had turned out to be un-true recently. But ether way it was good to hear that someone believed in her.

Candice Tyler: …..ok. I just can't stand the bastard

John: Good, I would question the head you got on your shoulders if you didn't. Now get those perfect tits back in the game.

Candice Tyler: you’re a pig 

John: Love you too kid.


With that he hung up the phone and Candice stood in the middle of the hallway. John had been one of her supervisors from the first day, He had known her dad, which made his remarks all the more disturbing even though she knew he would never really act on them. He was a horny old ass-hole but he never gave up on her and he was always honest about it. Still she never could understand why he always brought a smile to her face even after she wanted to slap him. As she turned to head to the parking lot she suddenly came face to chest with the large muscular frame that was…

Candice Tyler: Hakeem! Oh my god you scared me. 

The large man didn't speak but instead a voice came from behind the mountain of muscle. It was none other than Prince Xavier Tchalla. He smiled as his voice slithered out from behind his lips.


P. Xavier: Hello Miss Tyler


Candice swallowed hard. She wondered how long he had been within ear shot. She prayed that he didn't overhear the conversation with John. Candice forced a smile

Candice Tyler: Oh…Hello Your Majesty…you’re looking great 

Xavier smirked as he reached out and held Candice’s chin gently with his thumb and index finger. His touch made her skin crawl, How could one person make her so disgusted? She almost had to choke down her revulsion.


P. Xavier: The flattery is not needed Miss Tyler. Even this kinyesi chungu managed to have mirrors so I know exactly how I look.


The young prince looked in her eyes after he spoke as he was searching for dissension in the ranks. Candice wanted to pull her face away from his hands but willed herself to keep smiling. She even gave a little chuckle as if what he said was funny and not arrogant bull shit.

Candice Tyler: So…They put you on the Wrestlemania show…that’s good. It’s what you wanted right? 

Prince Xavier eyes peered into hers one last time before letting her face go and looking off into the distance.


P. Xavier: What I want has nothing to do with it Miss Tyler. It’s what I deserve, it’s what this pathetic company needs, and it is what my blood demands. The fact that I get to break bones and shatter the spirits of lesser men is just a bonus.


His face seemed devoid of emotion as he spoke. Candice knew that even though he was looking down an empty hallway in his mind he was staring a wave of battered and bloody bodies strung out across the ring. God how She hated this man. But before she could think of anything else to say his face changed to his normal smug smirk as he turned to her.


P. Xavier: Speaking of those poor dogs I thought it was time that I addressed them in the ring tonight. You will join me.


The young prince turned and began to walk down the hallway towards the stage entrance. Candice looked back towards the door of the building. Her car was right in the parking lot, she could leave.

Candice Tyler: Actually your Highness I was sort of hoping to head home tonight and… 

Xavier didn't turn around nor did he stop walking. His voice cut her off as he continued down the hallway


P. Xavier: You mistake my words for a request Miss Tyler.


Candice looked toward Hakeem who would normally follow Xavier wherever he went. Now he stood, face emotionless, next to her. Was he ordered to bring her against her will if she refused? It wasn't the worst thing she had seen Xavier command him to do. Candice looked towards the exit doors one last time. She could practically smell her four tired freedom through the push doors. “You are not a quitter” She heard herself say “As soon as the deal is done you can leave this ass to rot”. So Candice pulled all the will she had inside her, smiled, and began following Xavier down the hallway. She turned back once and saw that Hakeem did not follow but simply watched as the two walked further away. Candice focused back on where they were going, in front of a sold out crowd of hard core fans, with a man she wanted to stab. With every step Candice Tyler was counting the seconds till freedom…



…..



December 28th 2013 Thy WWE Pre-Mania House Show
...

The sound of the sold out arena crowd was filled with excitement. Every man, woman, and child seemed pumped beyond belief to be at the special show before Wrestlemania. Most of the matches were from superstars not on the card but throughout the night the wrestlers participating had come out and talked about their respective matches. Normally house shows were more low key but this was different. The stadium was packed to the rafters filled with wild Thy WWE fans cheering for their favorite brand of sports entertainment. Cameras bounced around from face to face each one more wild then the next. All seeming to be unable to contain their excitement for what they could possibly see next. However what happened next turned the whole arena sour.




The crowd booed as Prince Xavier Tchalla slowly rose from the center of the stage in his gold wrestling attire. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he came to the stop and struck his signature pose for the not so adoring fans. After a few seconds Candice Tyler walked out from behind the stage and joined him in front of the packed stadium audience. Xavier laughed as he began walking down the ramp with a strut in his walk. Whether he cared or noticed all of the boos raining down on him didn't show on his face. Nor did the absence of his giant companion seem to register. He just walked down goading the fans with a smile on his face.


As he reached the end of the rap Candice carefully walked up the steps and onto the ring apron. With a smile she held the ring ropes open for him as The Would Be King took his time walking up the stairs and getting into the ring. Once inside Candice walked over to the side and received a microphone from the ring side tech. She then presented it Xavier who proceeded to talk around the ring in silence before greeting the hostile crowd.


P. Xavier: I would like to thank all of you, my loyal, small minded subjects for being here tonight. I know that finding out how to get here must have been a challenge seeing how little intelligence most of you possess and I applaud you.


The crowd does not seem to be warming up to Xavier in the least


P. Xavier: For those of you who do not know or do not have the capacity to remember I am YOUR Majesty, Prince Xavier Tchalla.


He pauses after her says his name. Whether he was expecting cheers is unclear but what the crowd gives him is a shower of boos. Once again this doesn't seem to faze him as he resumes addressing the sold out arena.


P. Xavier: You all should consider yourself blessed by the gods themselves. Because not only do you get the honor of hearing me speak tonight but those of you with jobs that can afford it will be able to see me once again reign victorious at Wrestlemania in a 6 man ladder match! A match in which I will inevitably walk away with a title shot at the Thy WWE Intercontinental Championship.


The young prince looks over toward Candice Tyler who seems to be off in another world. When she notices him staring however she quickly begins to clap with a smile gesturing the crowd to do the same, they don’t.


P. Xavier: Now in my kingdom a warrior is measured on the adversaries he faces in battle. And that is why it makes me sick that the only people that Thy WWE management could find for me to defeat are no better than a pack of unskilled dogs! What they have given me is not a match, what they have given me is a slaughtering board in which I will carve the very foundation of great legacy on the skin and bone of these lesser men. As soon as my name was written on the paper it was no longer a question of if I will walk out victorious but a question of how many bones will break before I am no longer amused.


Boos rain in from all over the stadium. A chant of “You’re a Princess” begins to ring out through the crowd. At first Xavier tries to talk over it but it just gets louder and louder. It almost seems to be getting to him but Xavier shakes his head with a laugh and continues.


P. Xavier: Your words are like your American men. Small and fall limp when one wishes to be hard. Do you honestly think your chants can stop what will come? Do you not see who they have sent to be destroyed by me? One simply needs to look at Kenny Lane to realize that they are simply sending sheep in to be slaughtered. This man is completely unremarkable. He has done nothing, he has achieved nothing, Kenny Lane IS nothing. I would pay his weight in gold if thought for a second he even knew which way the sun falls every night let alone fight in a match against a warrior. It is pathetic. I have more concerned thoughts about the dirt I step on then this joke of a man Kenny Lane.


Xavier begins to pace around the ring as he speaks


P. Xavier: And speaking of jokes. I am actually most pleased that the child known to all as Captain Tetly is actually in this match. Every breath he taken up until this point is a waste of the planets oxygen. He is not worth the little hair he possesses. But none the less I cannot wait for him to walk down that ramp and receive the end he so desperately needs. Tetly, I told you that if I ever saw you again I would be sure to put you in your place. And unfortunately for you come Wrestlemania there will be no escape from what I have in store for you. I will be sure to put you in the only place that your weak, pathetic waste of a body can have some worth…In the ground to feed the rest of the maggots.


Xavier laughs out loud as he moves back and forth in the ring, the crowd growing more hostile by the second.


P. Xavier: But even I thought it impossible there is one even less of a threat than that of the Captain of weakness. And that title is resting squarely on the shoulders of the “Veteran” Steve Steele. This poor poor dog limps out to this ring time and time again and barks out using the only three words his tiny brain can hold. He cries, demanding respect because he is a veteran of some place that doesn't exist for some accomplishment that has never happened. When I meet Steve Steele in the ring at Wrestlemania I will be sure to show him the difference between a warrior and sick old man who needs to be put down for his own good! if the passage of time doesn't take him down before I get the chance.


The crowd still boos even if it’s in more of hate for Xavier than for support of Steve Steele.


P. Xavier: But if one wants to talk about a true veteran here in Thy WWE than Blade “The Future” LaVagine would be the one to hold that title.


Both cheers and boos can be heard throughout the stadium. Xavier lets the noise die down a little before continuing


P. Xavier: Oh yes Blade has been in this company for some time and I am sure that he has done some impressive things. But just like the fist gave way to the spear and the spear eventually fell to the might of the cannon, I am the only true future here in Thy WWE and I have every intention on breaking every inch of LaVagines body to prove it. Blade I feel that you have made the biggest mistake of your life entering this match because if you step into this ring with me at Wrestlemania I will be forced to utterly and completely end you without hesitation. Simply put, you are no longer needed, your existence is no longer required because I have come and the future is in my hand. And because I am a kind and generous ruler i have decided to give you this chance now to back away. If you don’t show up at Wrestlemania I promise it will be the best decision you have ever made in your very small life. But even though your life is minuscule compared to the tower that is my existence it is nothing compared to the tiny worthless man that is Rey…




Suddenly the crowd that once could not stop their booing exploded in a wave of cheers. All across the arena people jumped to their feet and cheered at the top of their lungs. Xavier looked around the ring with a look of shock as did Candice as the packed stadium continued to go nuts awaiting the master of the 619 to enter and hopefully shut Xavier down.


However the cheers soon melted into shouts of anger and even louder boos then before, as instead of the Ultimate Underdog the crowd was met with a little person dressed in a Rey Mysterio costume. Xavier’s look of shock changed to a mocking horror as he fell to his knees. The little Rey stayed on the stage mimicking Rey’s normal entrance and shouting in Spanish. But as this continued the mini Rey did not see that Prince Xavier’s large muscle bound cohort had entered silently behind him. And as the impostor Rey turned around he was greeted with a bone shattering boot to the face that left him flying through the air and rolling down the ramp.


The stadium erupted in boos and shouts of all kinds as Xavier throws his head back and laughed. His large accomplice walked down towards the ring stopping only to bend down and grab the little Rey impostor by the foot and drag him to the ring. Xavier commanded the mini Rey to be put in the ring and once he was pushed inside Xavier laughed with wild eyes as he began stomping on him over and over again. The crowd had finally had enough and began throwing whatever they could get their hands on into the ring. Candice screamed as she was hit in the face with a cup of half finished beer. Xavier didn't seem to mind as he told his large partner to grab a ladder from underneath the ring and set it up. Xavier climbed to the top of the ladder and posed for the livid crowd.


Xavier’s mammoth of a partner pushed the semi conscious man up to the top of the ladder where the young prince slammed his head against the top of the ladder several times before lifting the man high above his head. With eyes that practically shook with a mad rage he threw the man with a roar down from the top of the ladder sending him crashing through the announce table below. Trash continued to fly into the ring but Xavier screamed for his microphone which his large companion gave him. With wild eyes he screamed.


P. Xavier: ON YOUR KNEES!!!


The crowd booed, screamed, chucked whatever they could find as Xavier continued his tirade high on top of the ladder


P. Xavier: HUU NI MWANZO TU! THERE IS NOT A MAN IN THAT LOCKER ROOM OR ANY OTHER THAT CAN EVEN BEGIN TO STOP ME! KENNY LANE IS NOT ENOUGH, TETLY IS NOT ENOUGH, LAVAGINE IS NOT ENOUGH, STEELE IS NOT ENOUGH, AND REY MYSTERIO YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH!!!


The cameras zoom in on the Tchalla as he burns with a insane fury that seems to be coming from out of nowhere at all. His eyes pulsing as he shouts above all the voices screaming for his downfall.


P. Xavier: I AM THE VOICE OF A NATION! I AM THE MORNING AND EVENING STAR! SO PRAY, PRAY TO THE GODS THEMSELVES THAT I DO NOT FIND YOU IN MAY WAY. BECAUSE IF I DO YOU WILL WILL BOW OR YOU WILL BE BROKEN…ETHER WAY I WILL RULE!!!


And with that Xavier drops the microphone, raising his hands in victory. He closes his eyes as if he was being showered by adoration as opposed to the trash and hate that rained down around him. But it didn't seem to matter The Would Be King stood above it all. He would be a champion…he would be a god.



……………………



December 31st 1990 Vambowian Royal Palace
...


Everything had slowed down. She couldn't hear the doctors coaching, she couldn't feel the touch of her husband’s hand. All she felt was the pain. Even her own screaming disappeared as she felt every atom in her body rip itself open trying to obey a simple command to push harder, harder, and then….


It stopped


The first thing she heard was the sound. As a wave of pressure released itself like a tidal wave she could hear the sound over everything else, the sound of a baby’s cry. She looked around as the colors returned to her eyes and she saw the faces of all the people in the room. Her hand maidens were crying with tears of joy. Her husband, her mighty rock, had tears in his eyes as the doctors held the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.


Doctor 1: Congratulations your majesty…it’s a boy


Queen Falsi’s mother, the spiritual leader of their nation, took the crying baby in her arms. Using the ashes from the fire she marked him with the symbols that would stay with him long after the ash had washed away. She cut the cord with the ceremonial knife of their people and softly handed the boy to his father.


Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) he….he has such strong lungs…


King Tchalla: (Translated from Swahili) he gets that from his mother. He must be strong for one day he will rule….here hold him.



Queen Falsi had never seen her husband hold anything so gently before and as he placed their son in her arms she knew that she would never love anything as much ever again.


Queen Falsi: (Translated from Swahili) He is perfect...


The infant prince’s grandmother stood over the couple and said a silent prayer for the royal family, her family. She bent down and softly touched the head of the future ruler of her nation and whispered.


Grandmother: (Translated from Swahili) you, my prince, are meant for great things….

...Great and terrible things… 

End

[Blade "The Future" LaVigne]

"There are only two places in this league: first place and no place." - Tom Seaver

ROLEPLAY TITLE: Climbing The Ladder of Success

The scene opens up in Seattle, Washington, at the Safeco Field where Wrestlemania IV will be held at. The weather in Seattle is windy but not too cold that would force people to layer up. An average day on the streets of Seattle, as the camera makes it's way into the building. We see Seattle Seahawks banners everywhere as we make it to the locker room area. Inside the locker room, we notice a man, non other than Blade "The Future" LaVigne. LaVigne is sitting there on the bench looking at the ground. He notices the camera man and looks up. Blade cocks a grin and begins to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne:

Things we do on this earth, help mold our future. No one can change the past and we must live in the present. We must take full advantage of every opportunity that appear in your way. Sometimes, not only opportunities fall onto your path. Sometimes you will be forced to face adversity. I've learned to overcome any signs of adversity, with only a few loss on my record. I signed with this company with the mindset to heal it from the sickness. I was the only one to noticed this sickness before it was too late.

I saw the breaking knees of this place. All of the dead weight of superstars that were scared. Scared of failure, of facing those fears and doing something about it. Thy WWE had a group of Knights who were driving this company to the ground.

Everything I've done was for the best of Thy WWE.

Blade rolls his neck to crack it and sits up straight, leaning back into a locker. Blade looks at the camera and continues to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne:

Thy WWE were days away from crumbling into pieces. Week in and week out I did everything I could to make sure that did not happen. It's more than twelve months since my signing. But my journey is far from over. I've done many things I set out to do. Yet, as I climb the ladder of success, the top never seems to come. I always found myself in these down situations. Whether it was losing to Joey the Bastard, twice. Losing the opportunity to win the intercontinental championship both time. Or the time that I fell short at the rumble.

But in the end, I am still one of the top superstars on the Thy WWE roster.

To this day, I can with confidence tell you that I have taken down the majority of people here.

The man attempting to bring down Christian Knight in the main event, Scott Wilson also fell to me. Now what does that tell you? I am better than the Rumble winner. Wilson has nothing over me and somehow, he finds himself in the spot I deserve to be in. But, I will give him credit, he did win Rumble at Ascension, which earned him this match. But that doesn't take away the fact that I defeated the number one contender and that speaks volume.

So, with all of that said. This is the week of Wrestlemania IV.

Exciting time of the year I must attempt, and I am proud to say, that this is my second Wrestlemania appearance here in Thy WWE. My first Wrestlemania, I defeated former Thy WWE Champion, Jon Freeman.

Blade gives off a small chuckle and continues to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne

You know, I laugh at the fact that most of my defining victories have came over former world champions here in Thy WWE.

With Freeman, there were Beno, Kurt Orton, Professor of Thuganomics. Some great talent yet none could finish me off, every single one of them, felt defeat. I can sit here and bash all of them but I realize that they all have accomplished something that I have been working towards since signing my contract.

They all have won the ultimate prize, the Thy WWE championship! Every superstar, veteran or jobber, winning the world title is the ultimate goal as a pro wrestler.

As humans, we strive for perfection. The weak give up trying but the ones, the humans that want to be great, they continue to fight and climb for that perfection. In reality, none of us are going to reach it, and all we can do is give our best, day in and day out.

Week in and week out I give everything I have to this company, and that will never change.

But yet, after giving my heart and soul into this federation, I have nothing to show for it. Why? Well, I want to call them small step backs or in the wrong place at the wrong time. Think about it. Before Scott Wilson, I was the man in the spotlight. I took down all of the Knights from the Roundtable.

Five former world champions fell to me on my path to greatness.

Blade leans forward, places his arms on his knees. Blade drops his head, then looks back at the camera. He continues to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne

I was literally inches away from winning the rumble and it would be me facing Christian this week and not that scum, Scott Wilson! But never the less, he is in the main event and I am in a totally different match up. Now, I am actually excited for this match that I am booked in. It is another opportunity to prove that I am the future this company needs. At Wrestlemania IV, I find myself in a ladders match against five opponents.

Their names don't matter but for those who haven't seen the card, I will name off the victims.

These five men will never forget this match, not because, it's their first Wrestlemania, but because, they will witness the dominance of Blade LaVigne. They will witness how it's done. They will learn that to win, passion and sweat is necessary. They will see a small glimpse of what the future of Thy WWE will look like.

These five men are; Rey Mysterio, Kenny Lane, Prince Xavier, Captain Tetley and Steve Steele.

See, it doesn't matter who my opponents are, the only thing I am interested in, is the contract that will be hanging over our heads.

That contract will give me a guaranteed intercontinental championship match, when ever I want.

The title that I failed to capture two different times.

I was inches away against Joey the Bastard, each time but... that was the old Blade LaVigne and I have learned much more since then.

Now I am more determined to win a championship the next time the chance is given to me. This ladder match will not be an easy task by all means but I am ready to take that next step. I made it clear that this is the year when Blade LaVigne takes the leadership role and wins a championship.

Thy WWE needs this year to be the year of  a brighter future and for a second chance.

2013 was the year of depression and illness. Thy WWE was being held down by the Knights of the Roundtable. 2014 will be Thy WWE's up rising. Thy WWE will rise to the top because of me. I promise you that.

This company will flourish under the likes of myself. It's just a matter of time.

Men, I just want to warn you about a few things.

One being, I've only loss three times in my career. With that said, I am a true winner. I know what it takes to win and I don't plan on walking away tomorrow night empty handed.

Some of you may know the name, Mark Greenburg.

He use to wrestle here until I ended his career. Take that however you want but do not take your eyes off me when that bell rings.

When I want something, I will do whatever it takes to get it. See, this is nothing new to me, I've lost blood for less, this is no different.

I am a man on a mission and you five are in my way.

If you don't move, you will become just another stepping stone.

Now, listen closely

No matter what happens at Wrestlemania IV, I will be victorious and you four will not.

No matter what happens at Wrestlemania IV, I will walk away with that contract, and you four will not.

No MATTER what happens at Wrestlemania IV, I will once again show my dominance, and you four will not.

Rey, Prince, Steele, Lane, Tetley...

No matter what happens at Wrestlemania IV...

You All Will Thank Me In The End!

The scene ends with Blade winking at the camera, cocking a grin and walking off of view. The camera fades to black and we get a Thy WWE logo.