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Post by Beno on Jan 15, 2014 22:08:54 GMT -5
Win or lose, whatever will be will be, but regardless i'll fight you with everything i have.
The scene opens up in the inner most chamber of the castle of Camelot. Possibly the largest chamber within the castle, the room is filled with priceless relics of the golden age. Ancient manuscripts encased in glass line one of the walls. The text is in a language long since lost in time. Skulls of exotic beasts sit upon a shelf in one corner. Tomes and scripts are stacked in piles all over the room. Large chests containing precious gems, jewels and gold can be seen in another corner of the chamber. Portraits of King Arthur, Merlin and various other historic figures line another wall. In the center of them is an immense portrait of the original knights of the round table. A crumbling throne sits in the very middle of the room. Bejeweled weapons, armor and medallions are among other artifacts that call this chamber home. Everything is illuminated by numerous large crystal chandulears. A scrubbed down oak table and a single oak chair stand in front of the throne. An open roll of parchment, an eagle feather quill and a bottle of black ink sit upon the table. The chair however, is not vacant. A large man dressed in nothing but a golden robe sits upon it. His flowing beard is tied together in three places to keep it contained. His dark hazel eyes have dark shadows beneath them. A golden crown sits upon his completely shaven head. He picks up the eagle feather quill and dips it in the ink bottle. On the middle finger of his left hand sits a magnificent gold ring with fantastic jewels of all times. He squibbles furiously on the parchment, always concealing what is being written. Minutes pass by until he finally sets the quill down and rolls the parchment up and tucks it beneath his robe. This man is none other than the king of camelot, Beno. He remains seated and glances around the room.
What you see before you are all that remains of the original kingdom of camelot. These priceless artifacts have been preserved not for their value, but for what they represent. It may not seem so, but each and every one of these artifacts mean a great deal to this kingdom. Take the portraits for example. Even though Arthur and Merlin no longer serve a purpose here within camelot, their portraits remain for one reason. Because without the two of them, camelot would have never been what it is today. Throughout the ages they kept the kingdom alive. It would not be regarded as just a distant memory like so many other kingdoms. They continued to operate in secrecy until it was time to reveal the brotherhood once more. Though they knew once the Knights secured power, that their time was coming to an end. They knew that one day a new king would reign supreme over camelot. It was not a decision that I made lightly. The respect I have for them is unmeasurable. But they became foolish in their old age. They began to show weakness and remorse. But that is a story for a later time. We were discussing the relics.
Beno stands from the seat and walks over towards the scrolls within the glass cases. He folds his hands behind his back.
These manuscripts have given us the detailed history dating back centuries ago. Everything from the formation of the knights to Arthur pulling the sword has been recorded here. The wars that camelot faced have been written in bloody detail. Our songs of the ancient times, recipes. Anything that you could think of. Though I am pleased that they survived the test of time, it came to a great shock when we discovered them. There they were. Being displayed in a museum in England. Countless peasants passed by, yet not a single person could understand what they meant. This form of writing has long been forgotten by our world. Yet Arthur and Merlin still possessed the knowledge. They could decipher what they meant. These manuscripts cost us a fortune to obtain but they were well worth it. Those peasants didn't realize what they had in their possession. And now they're back where they belong.
Beno walks over to where the heaps of tomes are.
These tomes aren't just children stories that we were told. In fact you wouldn't want any of your children to see what was inside of them. These tomes contain spells. Some of which belonged to Merlin. The majority of them however, belonged to those who practiced the dark arts. Every manner of spell and enchantment can be found within the covers. One of them grants the user an immunity to fire. While another will grant instant death to those in which it is performed on. We do not read them nor do we use them. Such is punishably by death. If I could do away with them I certainly would. But their enchantments are far too powerful. So here they shall remain until such a time arises that i have the capabilities of disposing of them.
Everything in here has a story. In time they may all be revealed. That however, will have to wait. Because I didn't allow you into this chamber to see these treasures. You're here today to receive and give a message to Joseph the Bastard. A man I once called my best friend. A man that I would have layed down my life for. My former tag team partner and co-holder of the Thy WWE Tag Team Championship. A man that now sickens me at the very thought of him. Allow me to start at the beginning where this animosity call began.
It began during the main event at Justice For Some. Joseph had just won the Intercontinental championship. We had agreed before hand that all three of the Knights involved in the match would walk away with a championship. However as I reached for the tag, I saw the look of greed in his eyes. He saw the opportunity to gain the Thy WWE championship as well and went for it out of selfishness. From that moment on I knew I had to watch my "brother". Even though I went on to win the Thy WWE championship, that moment was spoiled by the image in the back of my mind. The longs went on and Joseph didn't attempt anything else.
But when I fell to Christian Knight and lost the championship, I took a hiatus from the company and from Camelot. I did what I thought was right and put him in charge. I allowed him to run Camelot while I took my pilgrimage. That proved to be a fatal mistake. Joseph did nothing for the people of Camelot. He made a mockery of the kingdom. He allowed the citizens to do as they please. I wouldn't stand for that. I was forced to come back early. When I arrived, everything was in disarray. And Joseph was nowhere to be found. After I put everything right, he showed up acting as if nothing was wrong. That smirk that he gave me when he greeted me enraged me. Yet I was able to keep my composure and brush it off. But Joseph was on borrowed time. I could sense that he knew that as well.
So what did you do Joseph? You decided to set fire to what you thought was the original roundtable of Camelot. You then fled on horseback and declared you would never return to Camelot. You honestly thought that after everything you did I would risk the roundtable? How foolish you were. I had a replica made because I knew you'd do something dastardly. Then you fled like the coward that you are.
Your cowardness didn't end there though. You came to Monday Night Raw with an announcement. That the old Joey The Bastard was back. You denounced the Knights of The Roundtable and actually apoligized to the peasants that had been jeering at you for months! I didn't think you could get pathetic than you already were. To try and embrace those ignorant morons. Well let me tell you something Joseph. You aren't a hero. And you never will be. A hero doesn't assault an old man like you did. A hero does what is right for himself and those he cares for even if it isn't a popular decision. Hell I'm more a hero than you are Joseph. I've protected my peopleand my kingdom. They may not like the way I've done things but it has kept them safe. I make sure the walls are secure, that they are provided with clean water to drink and fresh food to eat. And you turned your back on all of them.
The truth is, you need the Knights. You are nothing without us. Where would you be if not for the knights? If not for me! I'm the one that made the call to give you the other half of the tag team championships. I'm the only one that wanted to give you a chance to show the world that you belonged with us. Do you think that McMahon would have given you your job back if I had not called in a few favors? No! You'd still be sitting at home in that run down trailer of yours barely surviving. You only wear the Intercontinental championship because I made the call. I'm the only reason anyone even knows your filthy peasant name! And this is how you have repaid me! By making me beat the holy hell out of you. All of that money you made, the luxorious cars, the mansions, the women. It'll all be gone in a blink of an eye. You'll have no one to blame but yourself in the end, my brother.
The Knights are the ons that never needed you. I've kept the Knights going through all of the bad times. Not Gunn, Barton, Fear or Anger. When they became weak, their careers came to a halt. When Bret Hart and Troy Motors couldn't cut it anymore, they were dealt with. The same thing is about to happen to you. As it will with Ms Mae. Because you infected her mind with your lies. Her blood will be on your hands. And yours will be on mine.
Beating you senseless isn't what I had in mind when we were in the ring. It was the farthest thing from my mind. But you brought this all on yourself. See the only way that you can get through to a person like you is with violence. You forced my hand and the hilt on Excalibur. But thrashing you didn't do a damn thing did it. You just had to keep running your mouth. You knew you'd enrage me. That's exactly what you wanted, isn't it? I could have ended your career that night. But I chose to wait. I don't just want to end your career Joseph. I want to make a point. The point being that I am not one to be trifled with. When I'm through with you, you'll wish you would've stayed in Camelot where everything is taken care of.
Here we are today Joseph. A king and a pathetic jester. Three stages of hell for the Intercontinental championship of the world. We both walk through the gates of hell. But only one of us will be walking out. Then you will finally realize why I am the King and you are nothing more than a jester.
The scene ends as Beno puts his hood on and waves a hand into the air. The light from the candles extinguish. All fades to black.
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Post by Joey The Bastard on Jan 15, 2014 22:17:23 GMT -5
Camelot. It was once a place of beauty. It was a green paradise when the Knights first moved in to the kingdom. When King Arthur first brought forth his chosen warriors to take Thy WWE. Beno, Demmie Mae,Barton, Brian Gunn, FEAR and Anger... The original Knights of the Round Table took Thy WWE by storm, and the majority of the roster tucked their tails between their legs and ran for cover. The Knights took over Thy WWE and, for one night only, reigned supreme over all the rest by collecting every Championship belt that Thy WWE had to offer...
But, what we didn't know, was that King Arthur wasn't trying to destroy Thy WWE, he was trying to make it better. The Knights were to bring forth a new age prosperity in Thy WWE. They would take all the gold, and the other members of Thy would band together and rise up to take back the place. Everybody would become better...
Thy WWE would become great again...
Sadly, that didn't happen. While the roster showed glimpses of greatness, no one man or woman truly broke free and posed a threat to the Knights. A few of the Knights got bored, or injured, or had contract disputes, and it caused a rift to run though the very fabric that King Arthur had sewn. King Arthur tried to keep things together, and he did an alright job. Beno, Brian Gunn, and Demmie Mae remained under his rule. Their numbers had dwindled, but still, nobody truly posed a threat... That was until Joey the Bastard made his return to Thy WWE...
The Bastard gave Brian Gunn his toughest test since the formation of the Knights, and the Knights took notice. King Arthur took notice, as well. Beno needed a tag team partner to help defend his Tag Team Titles, and the Knights were desperate for help. Thy WWE were following The Bastard's lead in finally getting the better of the Knights. Guys like POT, and KO, and Bret Hart were starting to show some promise. King Arthur wasn't satisfied, though. He extended an olive branch to Joey the Bastard instead of letting The Bastard lead the revolution...
That was his first mistake.
King Arthur was a fool for thinking that he could make Thy WWE better. The best of the best were the Knights, and the Knights knew this. Soon, Brian Gunn would leave the group for personal issues. It was down to Beno - who would take the role of the leader of the group under the command of the King - Demmie Mae, and the group's newest member, Joey the Bastard.
The original premise of the Knights of the Round Table was put forth with good intentions, but when The Bastard joined the fray, things quickly switched gears. The Bastard has his own agenda. It wasn't about making the place better, it was about taking over, and showing true dominance over every single Thy WWE Superstar... Including his brothers in The Knights. The Bastard soon took over the day to day dealings of the Knights, deciding which direction to go and what the course of action should be. As Beno's most trusted adviser, The Bastard could manipulate him in to doing things that would only truly benefit The Bastard...
The one thing that caught Joey's eye was the Round Table itself. King Arthur sensed this, and made sure to distance himself from Joey. Joey wanted that Table more than anything in the world. The glitz and glamour of the castle meant nothing if he couldn't slide his hands across that Table. The thing was, the Table belonged to King Arthur. The King had to go...
So, The Bastard put the idea in Beno's head that Beno should be the King, and not king Arthur. The game had changed. It wasn't about bettering Thy WWE as a whole. Now it was only about control, and with Arthur out of the picture, Beno and JTB would have full control, and more importantly... Joey the Bastard would finally have that damn Table.
It was about this time that Camelot started to change color. What was once a bright green, sunny kingdom full of love and admiration, quickly morphed in to a dull, grayish, cloudy kingdom of sorrow and neglect. Beno and JTB forgot about Camelot and it's citizens and focused on Thy WWE. History repeated itself when the Knights took all the gold once again. Beno took the World Title, JTB took the IC belt. They both were the Tag Champs, and Demmie was the new TV Champion. They were running high atop the ladder, but it wasn't enough...
It's never enough.
Merlin was exiled. Arthur was imprisoned, and Beno was the new King of Camelot. You'd think that JTB would be happy, but he wasn't. The table consumed his very soul and corrupted his heart. With out King Arthur around to counter balance the Table's evil essence, it took over The Bastard with ease. He quickly fell in to a downward spiral of drugs, alcohol, and sex, and started to neglect his duties even more. The Knights' Coliseum Project soon fell through, and The Bastard nearly died of alcohol poisoning on a nightly basis. Nobody cared about Joey the Bastard...
Except for one man.
JTB's personal assistant and butler, Reginald. Or, as The Bastard referred to him, Reggie. Over the course of Joey's stay in Camelot, the two of them became close, and became friends. Reggie was the only real friend that The Bastard ever had in his life. It was Reggie who derailed The Bastard from his collision course with death. It was Reggie who brought Joey back down to Earth, and it was Reggie was made Joey realize that the Round Table was the epitome of evil itself.
The Table would fight back, though. It tightened it's stranglehold on Joey, causing him to turn his back on his only friend. But, Joey the Bastard was a stronger man than the Table had anticipated. Joey was sick of laying next to the afterlife every night. He had become everything that he had once despised. So, he did what he does best... he rebelled. The table would not go down that easily and after an epic battle of wits, JTB lit the Table on fire and escaped it's clutches once and for all. Legends tell that when the cleaners went down to the chambers the next morning, they saw nothing wrong in the room. The Table was completely fine, yet they could smell burning wood...
As for the rest, we all know what happens next. JTB realized the error of his ways. He tried to use the Knights to better Camelot as a whole, and to better Thy WWE once again. But the King wouldn't have any of it. Obviously, still corrupted by the Table and the Crown of Camelot, Beno severed friendly ties with his Knight brother, Joey the Bastard.
When the Knights first appeared in Thy WWE, it was for all the right reasons. then Joey the Bastard entered the picture, and it all went south. Joey originally claimed that it was his destiny to rid Thy WWE of the Knights of Round Table. In a way, he has fulfilled that destiny.
And at WrestleMania...
It will be time for The Bastard to fulfill said destiny...
Once and for all.
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The Bastard walked in to the hotel bar of the Fairmont Olympic Hotel in Seattle. He glanced around the room, spotting a few hotties in the corner, some businessmen looking guys at a table, and an empty bar. Never being one to mingle when he didn't have to, The Bastard chose the empty bar. It was the obvious choice. He approached the bar, and the bartender was right there to greet him...
Barman: Good evening, sir. How are you enjoying your stay thus far?
JTB: It's good, man. Everybody is real cool here. Friendly, and helpful and all that. They sure as hell better be for the amount of skrilla I put down on that suite.
The barman chuckled and nodding his head...
Barman: What can I get you?
JTB: Just a coke, dude...
Barman: Pepsi okay?
JTB: yeah, that's fine... Hey, can you put the Canucks game on?
Barman: Oh, I forgot they had a game tonight, my apologies...
The barman turned the closest TV on to the Seattle feed. Joey cringed at the score... One to nothing for Los Angeles.
JTB: Not much time left in this one. Come on, guys...
Barman: Wait a minute... I know you! You're Joey the Bastard, right? From the WWE?
JTB: It's THY WWE now... But, yeah.
Barman: My kid loves you. We got ringside seats to WrestleMania this weekend.
JTB: Well, thanks for buying tickets, but I hope you know what you guys are in store for... It's gonna be brutal. Three Stages of Hell, a ladder match, plus we got a Cell match for the main event. Might go down as one of the bloodiest events we've ever put on.
Barman: Oh, don't worry, he's not too young. Fifteen years old...
JTB: Oh, okay, cool... Yeah I was twelve when I went to my first event back in '98. Blood, boobs, and butts... It was awesome! Austin took on Taker, and beat him in a Buried Alive Match. Mankind beat Rock for the Title but Rock never said I quit, so he got to keep the title... It was bullshit, dude!
They shared a chuckle as the barman put a glass of Pepsi down on the counter on top of a napkin. JTB nodded and took a sip from the straw provided. JTB turned his attention back to the hockey game.
Barman: Here you go, sir... It's on the house.
The barman placed a two finger full glass of scotch on the counter next to the Pepsi.
JTB: Oh, thanks, but I'm on the wagon these days. I was in a pretty fucked up place last year...
Barman: Oh, my apologies, sir...
The barman went to grab it but Joey put his hand over the glass...
JTB: It's alright, leave it here...
The Bastard picked up the glass and swirled the scotch inside for a few seconds. He thought about just taking one taste then put the glass down.
JTB: It okay if I smoke in here?
Barman: Absolutely.
The barman placed an ashtray on the counter for JTB. Joey reached down in to his jeans pocket and pulled out a pack of cigs, pulled one out, popped it in his mouth, and let the barman light it with a match.
JTB: Thanks, buddy.
JTB looked up at the TV... Still one to nothing. The Canucks were gonna lose this one, too. He looked at the glass of scotch then picked it up. He sniffed the contents and let out a sigh. He brought the glass to his lips for a second, then put the glass back down, leaving all of the booze in the glass. He took a drag of his smoke...
JTB: I'll tell you what... How much were those tickets? Ringside for Mania must be a shit load of dough, eh?
Barman: Yeah, it was an entire paycheck worth of dough to tell you the truth...
JTB: Here...
JTB reached in to his wallet, and started counting...
Barman: Oh, sir, you don't...
JTB: nah, nah, nah... There. That should cover it...
JTB slammed three thousand dollars on to the bar and slid it towards the barman. The barman hestitated...
JTB: Consider it a tip for your fine service.
Barman: Thank you so much, sir... My wife was furious when she found out I bought those tickets. Thank you!
JTB: No problem...
JTB looked up and saw the game had ended. Final score, one to nothing for the Kings. JTB got off of his stool, and started for the exit...
JTB: Thanks for the drink!
Barman: You're welcome! Good luck! Thanks again!
The Bastard walked off, leaving the barman with a smile on his face in disbelief. The barman looked down at JTB's glass of scotch. No scotch was missing, but there was something new in that glass...
A half smoked cigarette butt.
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So, it's all come down to this...
Beno, we've had one hell of a ride, haven't we? We showed this federation what true dominance looks like. Nobody could stand toe to toe with the Knights of the Round Table. The only real competition we ever had was each other, and it's fitting that the only way that the Knights would be destroyed is if we destroyed ourselves, and that's exactly what happened...
Jealousy reared it's ugly head, didn't it? Cause while you parading around the place with the World Title, it was me who every body was talking about. It was me who was the star of the group. Sure, you had all the material crap that said on paper that you were the best. But, every body knew it was The Bastard who was the man to beat in this industry. Hell, I bet you knew that, too. You must've! Why else would you try and take me out? Or were you really even trying to take me out at all? Was it more of a provokation so that I'd challenge you to a match? So that you could finally attempt to beat your superior?
I was the driving force of the second group of Knights! I was the brains behind the whole thing! You just got to reap all the rewards, and when you saw that I was growing tired of it, you decided that I was no longer of any use... Good thinking, B-man! Because, let's face it... We were using each other. Sure, we bonded, and became friends, but we both knew that one day, one of us was gonna turn on the other. You used me to get the World Title, I get that. The other titles didn't matter. Me and Dems had some, too, and when we lost them, you were nowhere to be found. There was no plan to get them back. It was only how you were gonna get back the World Title. I accept all of that... It's fine! Because, like you, I was using you as well...
I used you to get to the top. I used you to make a name for myself. It was never Joey the Bastard in Beno's shadow... It was you in MY shadow! Week in and week out, I was out there in the trenches trying to get the job done... getting my ass kicked, cracking skulls, and crossing lines... Where were you? Sitting in your damn castle is where the fuck you were! While your peons were out doing your dirty work... It was all part of the plan...
When I first joined the group, I was ecstatic... these guys actually thought I was good enough... No... You saw me as a threat, and what I better way to eliminate a threat than by joining forces... Well, if you thought I was a threat back then, Beno... These days, I'm a walking atomic fuckin ' bomb! Ready to blow this whole place to kingdom come...
It wasn't long before I figured out your true intentions. But, I played along. I had my own agenda, too. I do feel bad for Demmie, though. She was always gung-ho for whatever the group wanted. Dems, was a real team player, and on the suface, so were we... But, deep down inside there were always the questions...
Is he gonna turn on me?
Are we gonna fail?
Could I beat him if I had the chance?
Looks like we know the answer to two of those questions... You didn't turn on me, and I didn't turn on you... We turned on each other. And by doing so, and I truly regret this... we turned on Demmie Mae, and Demmie... I have no hard feelings towards you in any way. Just do us all a favor and stay out of this one, okay?
Did we fail? If our true purpose was to bring Thy WWE together and to make them better... Yes, we failed. They tried countless times to stop us, but they failed each and every time. Christian Knight could have led the revolution, but he's just as bad as we are... He had his own plans. Were they to save Thy from the Knights? No... We drew too much money. He was in it for one thing and one thing only... The Thy WWE World Title. Was our purpose to take over Thy WWE? If so, then we failed at that, too... We're not on top. Sure, I hold the IC Title, but what do you hold? A set of tag belts with no other tag teams to try and take them? Was our purpose to destroy Thy WWE? I should hope not, cause that would have been the worst failure of them all. Thy WWE still stands tall after all we put it though, and it will continue to do so for years to come... So, after all is said and done, Beno... Yes, we failed...
The only question that remains is... Could I beat him if I had the chance? I ask myself that question, and I know you ask yourself that question as well... Tonight... We're gonna find out. I've beaten former champions, and I've taken a few of them out. I've beaten everybody in this federation that I need to beat... Blade LaVigne, Bob Cena, Kurt orton, Jacob Senn, Jonny Freeman, CM Punk, the list goes on... Barton, Bret Hart, you name it... I dunno if you remember but I laid out your old buddy Maven with a chair a while back and he's only been seen a couple of times since then... Kendall? He quit just before I came back, but if he hadn't, I would have beaten his ass, too! Sheamus? Same story, but from what I hear, the way Sheamus left this company counts as a win on it's own, so fuck Sheamus! I tried to call his ass out back when he showed up for one night to take on Orton, but the chicken shit never responded...
Speaking of chicken shits... What about Austin Starr? I actually challenged the guy to a big match, but he wouldn't do it. Too bad, cause I would have pinned him, too. So as far as the so-called holy trinity is concerned, they can kiss my ass, cause it was them who squandered the chance to face me, and until they come back to shut me up and face me in a match, I guess that means I beat them, too... Why? Cause I'm still fucking here!
Scott Wilson? The guy is still a flash in the pan and until he crawls out of that pan, I don't need to waste my time beating him. But, you, Beno, are the one man who I haven't beaten one on one... we had that triple threat with me, you, and the Hitman, which I won, by the way. But, it was Bret who took the fall... You slithered your way outta there like the snake that you are... My career won't be complete until I beat you. I don't need the World Title... I don't need the IC Title, but I do NEED to beat you!
Every body is gonna find out who the best Knight is tonight, and they're gonna find out, if they don't already know, that it's the most hardcore son of a bitch in the history of this company... And you're gonna find that out first hand, B-man. It makes sense that the swan song of the Knights will be the battle of the two best of the group... It's just that I'm just a little bit better than you are... better in the ring, better on the outside, better on the mic... I'm the total package!
You tried to end me, but I'm still standing... Barely. My leg is completly fucked, but I wouldn't pass up this chance for the world. I can barely walk, but I can damn sure beat the living piss out of you and toss your sorry carcass inside that ambulance and slam the door shut! Will I bleed? You're damn right, I'm gonna bleed! Will it be first? Time will tell... Will I submit? There's a good chance I might have to, but you're gonna have to tear my limbs clean off my body before you can put me in that ambulance, you hear me?
Just think about this... I was the first and only man to put up a real fight against the Knights... I said I would end it... And even after all the shit I dragged every body though by joining up... Tonight I will stick to my word and end the Knights of the Round Table. The golden child is also the poison apple... This shit practically writes it self!
I've done a lot of bad things in my life, but nothing compares to what's become of Camelot... I could say that that place means nothing to me, but I lived there for a good year and a half... It has a special place in my heart. Not the castle, or the table, or the slaves, or any of that... But, the people of Camelot. Camelot is nothing more than a squashed turd lying on the sidewalk these days...
And, it's my fault.
I should have been a leader to them. They looked up to me. They needed me, and I turned my back on them. And, if this is to be my very last match ever... All I can do is to attempt to right the wrongs that I have committed... Camelot, I am sorry for who I became, and for what I let happen to you, and for what I did to you... But, the reparations begin...
Tonight!
So, Beno, The One and Only King of Camelot and King of thy WWE... There's nothing much more to say... Except...
If you don't like me...
BITE ME!
The end.
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