KNIGHT VS WILSON

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event: General Manager Knight (c) vs. Scott Wilson
Thy WWE Championship
Hell in a Cell (TKO)

This match is going to be incredible. Scott Wilson's meteoric rise up the ranks of Thy WWE has been anything short of amazing, but one man who has time and time again shown that he is not impressed is Christian Knight. A man such as Knight, who fought tooth and nail to turn his career around has taken offense with the overly flashy behavior of Scott Wilson and feels like he has not yet been really tested and feels like he doesn't belong in the upper echelon of Thy WWE competition. Whether Knight feels that Scott belongs or not is a moot point, he is now here and he is now coming for Knight's throne. Will Christian secede his spot atop the food chain of Thy WWE, or will we see Scott Wilson finally know what it feels like to come up short in the big match. Many eyes will be watching this, because the foundation of Thy could change with the winner.


RP BELOW

[Christian Knight]

There are moments in a man’s career when they have doubts and the future seems like a never-ending uphill battle. In these moments, they must find the strength to push forward, to work harder, to be better.

Prologue

There I stood bloodied and beaten. I’ve thrown everything at him and yet he still wouldn’t go down. But I couldn’t let him win. I had to prove that I was the best. The margin of error was narrow, one half a step to slow or to fast and I wouldn’t make it, I was mere inches away and I had to make this count. I racked my arm back and I put the last of my strength into one final blow. I watched as Beno swayed and I prayed he’d go down. He was just too stubborn, too passionate to give up. I was so stunned at this man’s desire to stay in this match that I didn’t the see next move coming. He threw his last punch and my world started spinning. I couldn’t hear anything, the last thing I could remember was that I was on the ground and looking at the crowd as I seen the official slap the matt three times. That’s all it took. Three seconds is all it takes. Three Seconds is all it takes to determine who loses and who wins. Three seconds…. and it’s all over.

After all was said and done, There was no speech, no interview, there wasn’t anything. I had done the impossible, but it didn’t change anything. I had retained the most cherished prize one could attain in this business.

But all of that paled in comparison to... to her.

Christian Knight made his way to his Nissan Sentra; after opening his door he settles into his seat and turns the key, he turns on the heater and waits as the vents to turn on. After a few moments the vent then starts blowing out some heat. He reaches for his bottle of water and gulps it with down with one drink. He crushes the bottle of water with his hands and tosses it out his window before putting his car into Drive and rolls out of the arena. Leaving the broken body of Beno behind. Leaving the memories behind him. Leaving… leaving it all behind.

So It Begins…

A camera fades in slowly and is positioned upright on the floor in the corner of a dark room with a single light dimly lit in the room. Christian Knight is seen appearing before the camera he at first distanced him toward the far left of the camera and sat on the floor with his head down. He calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew smoke into the air before beginning to speak.


Scott Wilson.

His biggest challenge isn’t when it comes time to step into that ring and being successful.


His biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it.

There is arrogance in everything he does. It’s in his gesture, in his voice, in the glare of his eyes, and it shows in his face He’s the kind of man who expects others to take as much interest in him as he does himself. He thinks that people will give him some kind of thought. Well I once heard a wise man tell me that you’ll never really learn much from hearing yourself speak.

I’ve heard on how Scott Wilson is now knocking on the door of greatness. Scott Wilson dominated in the Ascension Rumble. Scott Wilson knocked out Blade LaVigne. All I keep hearing is Scott Wilson this… and Scott Wilson that. But tell me Scott what is going to happen after everything you have done, after everything you have accomplished turns belly up and you can’t get the job done. What happens then Scott? Will we continue to get this Suit and Tie Glamour that you continue to parade in front of us week in and week out? Will we still see this Confident Demeanor of yours. Or will we finally see the real Scott Wilson.

The one that’s held his head down low when his cards didn’t play right. The one that didn’t’ catch a break until he entered Thy WWE. You know might turn into Scott Wilson. You might turn into just another CM Punk. Another disappointment. Someone who put so much in but when he was given the chance and placed in a match where he could define himself and attain greatness he failed. He failed and then he took his ball and ran away. Will you be just being another disappointment that we all hoped would otherwise show us different. You say you have what it takes to hang with the greats. To be the best that Thy WWE has to offer. You put all this hype in the machine. So now let’s put that to test and find out for sure. Let’s see if you can step up to the plate and hit a home run or let’s see if you’ll just strike out.

Let’s see if you have what it takes when everything is on the line.

When everything is at stake.

Will you be just another failure?

Another tally to add to the already growing list of people who’ve failed to dethrone my World championship Reign.

Will you be just another guy who let winning this strap of gold slip away from their grasp?

Will you find yourself holding your head down low.

Will you be the one come after WrestleMania that will be wandering down the hallways, mumbling to himself under his breath?

Almost…. Almost had him.

Will you finally know what’s it’s like to lose something that means everything to you Scott.

Will you find yourself in that place where you’ll sink so far down that you’ll find that it eats at the very fabric of your soul?

If you can’t get the job done Scott.

It will tear you down.

Piece by piece.

Win or lose, it doesn’t matter, because what matters is the true test.

And the True test is…

If we can find the ability to press on.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

“I knew my grandfather had done the best he could, and I had no regrets about the way I'd turned out. Regrets about journey, maybe, but not the destination.”

It was good to be back home again; God how long has it been? Months. Years.

William Knight made his way towards the living and sat down on the couch facing towards Christian Knight.

William Knight: Christian It’s been so long.

The words echoed threw the house from the man who I called grandpa. And yet those words he spoke never really made me feel secure deep down. Deep down they never really were. It was like my real father had disappeared forever and, to fill the gap, some other guy was sent to me in this shape.

Christian Knight: I can’t stop thinking about her Pa; I have thought about her every day since she left. I daydream about her when I close my eyes. I break into tears when I feel that her presence is near. I still Miss her with every breath. I wish she was still here today but I know I don’t have that choice. I loved her and it's still hard every day without her here. I miss her pa. Maybe she would have been better off if I never met her in the first place.

William Knight: Christian you should never regret the choices you make in life. Never be sorry for what you did yesterday; it was what you wanted, what you chose. Accept that fact, and move forward. It’s time for you to make a change in your life Christian.

Christian Knight: Move Forward… Move on with my life. …Just like that. Pa. It’s easier said then done.


William Knight: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Christian Knight: We had plans to get married. You were the one who told me that when I got married that whenever I decided to have kids to remember to be a husband first and a father second and not to forget to make my wife a priority.

William Knight: Christian, do you think she would have wanted this for you? Do you think this is how she would have wanted you to turn out?

Christian Knight: I can still remember her words of encouragement when I used to go to the Triton Gym to train to become a professional wrestler. When everyone else doubted me. She was the one who told me other wise. I can still remember her voice. Don’t give up Christian, you can do this.

William Knight: Well maybe that’s what you need then Christian. Maybe you need some more of that encouragement. How about we go to that gym for old time sakes.

Christian Knight: That gym is nothing but a run down building. Nothing more then a memory.

William Knight: Well if you don’t try, then I minus well give up, because by the looks of it you’ve already done that.

Christian lets out a sign and then nods in agreement. Both Christian Knight and William Knight make there way to the Nissan Sentra. Knight unlocks the door and opens the passenger door for his grandpa. As Grandpa Knight gets in Christian Knight heads back around and gets inside the driver’s side. He turns the ignition on and puts the car in drive and starts heading down the road. They continue along they way until they reach their destination. The Triton Gym. Christian Knight finds a parking spot and parks his car. He unlocks the doors and get’s out of his. His Grandpa isn’t to far behind as the head towards the Triton Gym.

As both Christian and his Grandpa entered the vacant Triton Gym, he was reminded of what this place used to be. He remembered on how this place once had every seat occupied but now it was replaced with an empty arena. A place that used to be beaming with life filled to capacity but was now an abandoned empty old building. What was once a proud and found memory of Christian Knight was nothing more then a shell of it’s former self. Nothing left but an old dusty ring. Looking at the ring he began to feel nostalgic.

Upon entering the ring he could still picture Jessica looking on and filling him with courage.

Picturing this nostalgic moment Christian Knight began Feeling hope begin to boil up, feeling the courage begin to muster from within.

But then reality began to sit in, as he began to remember whom he was up against.

Not just any opponent.

It was quite possible the greatest opponent he might face off against.

Scott Wilson

Suddenly all the courage that he had mustered up began to simmer away. It vanished along with the nostalgic memories he had of with Jessica in this place. He tried to force such thoughts from his mind.

Don’t Give up Christian, You can do this. 

The encouraging words echoed back at him from memory. How he longed for them again.

Christian Knight: You want you to know something Pa.

Christian Knight pauses a moment to recollect himself.

Christian Knight: For the longest time Professional Wrestling has always held a deep meaning to me. In fact, it still does. Long before I even considered training to become a wrestler, the sport always held a certain special quality to me. The first time I ever laid eyes on a wrestling match I could never look away and it was at that time I started to truly learn some life lessons. I hope to learn some more again with you pa.

William Knight: When you were a child I you used watch you play with these action figures. Win or lose I don’t want you to have any regrets. I want you to know that it won’t mean the end of your career. No regret or loss ever is.


As I stepped into the ring I imagine myself in the Safeco Field Arena. I imagine the match that I’m about to take place in. I imagine going against a mirrored version of myself. I imagine Scott Wilson and I began to feel the overwhelming sense of fear.

The same fear that we're taught that every man, woman and child has. Fear of loss, fear of defeat and fear of being surpassed.

Would Scott Wilson surpass me? Would he be the one to finally end my reign as Champion? I feared being overtaken by this sudden rise of a new up comer. Someone who I could see myself in. It was like looking across the ring and looking at my younger self. I feared that my time was up and that Scott Wilson would be the next torchbearer in professional wrestling.


Christian Knight: I stand here and face up to the fact that this is the biggest fight of my life. This match is the biggest thing I've ever been challenged with and no amount of calling it a piece of business or a moment of sporting glory will change what it truly is.

Christian Knight takes a moment to take a breather

Christian Knight: This will be the greatest test I may ever face. You know what you said about no regret or loss being the end of things? This match is the exception. I have to win. I can’t let some cocky little punk who thinks he owns this place just come up in here and think he can just take this title. Life has already taken what’s most important away from me. I can’t let it take away this. I can’t let it take away the only thing I have left.

William Knight: Losing this match won’t be the end of you Christian. You know there is life outside these ropes. Outside of this ring that we stand in.

Christian Knight: Losing this match will be the end of me. Don’t you see that Pa. When my music hits and when I step into this ring and the bell is rung I need to fight to the very best of my ability, the very limit of my heart and soul combined. Even if it meant I’d die I when I go against Scott Wilson I will go out fighting.

William Knight: That’s what I’m afraid of Christian.

Christian Knight: I'm afraid of what might happen, but I will fight with every ounce of my being to stop it from happening. To stop him from winning.

William Knight: You’ve already proven yourself Christian. What’s left for you to do?

Christian Knight: What’s left for me to Do?

Christian Knight looks at Grandpa Knight with a meaning glare.

Christian Knight: What’s left for me to do is to beat Scott Wilson. Scott Wilson knows this isn't a match; it is a war and a chance to destroy everything I believe in. I don't want to see WrestleMania come and go with the feeling that everything I've built up to as a professional wrestler is a lie. I need you in my corner Pa. I need you to believe in me.

William Knight: I believe in you Christian, and I’ll be here to help you. I just need you to know that what you believe in isn’t the end all be all answer.

Fear. I used to embrace moments like this but considering what the stakes are I feel the same fear coming to take me over and this is the only time in years I've felt truly afraid of losing.

I wondered how Scott Wilson felt?

The False Prophet

Scott Wilson... the man that would be champion.

The man who lays call’s himself the self proclaimed World Champion.

You have everyone buying into they Scott Wilson Hype Machine that you’ve built yourself.

Except for one man.

Except for the person that you see before your very eyes

Except for ... Christian Knight

You try and you try and you try to tell the world that your going to win this gold, that Scott Wilson is the next World Champion, but Scott keep trying.

Because God knows that's all you can do is try.

You may pull the wool over everyone else’s eyes...

But as long as I'm alive...

As long as there's blood pumping through these veins

As long as I have a breath flowing through my lungs

I will not believe in your self-proclaimed hype that you built yourself up for; more than the countless times I’ve heard Blade LaVigne tell us all he’d be the next World Champion.

There is some substance to the hype.

When we seen Scott Wilson win the Ascension rumble, everyone took notice. You were the next hot commodity. Winning that was your biggest, greatest and most prized accomplishment here in Thy WWE.

You got your ticket punched for WrestleMania. For a chance to win the most cherished prize.

But what will happen Scott…

When everything you preached about become so close to becoming a reality you could reach out and touch it... but then it get’s snatched away.

Because of someone like me has come along.

To snap you back into reality.

To bring you off your pedestal that you put yourself on.

What happens then Scott?

What happens when you bring you out whatever perception of reality you live in and I bring you back to real life? When I bring you back to down to Earth. Where I will make you realize that winning might not as guaranteed as you think it might be.

I once told Kurt Orton the same thing I’m about to tell you now. How many times will you beat the dead horse? With the “I will be the Thy WWE World Champion.”

How Many times Have I heard that before?

Once, Twice, no I’ve heard it countless times before, only now were hearing it in the form of a man that calls himself Scott Wilson. The self-proclaimed World Champion, who thinks he’s World Champion. Only thing is… He doesn’t have a World Championship.

Your five seconds of fame are up Scott.

You won the Ascension Rumble.

Well Congratulations but you can just go ahead and give up on your quest to capture World Championship glory.

In the end when all is said and done, be thankful you even had your five seconds of fame.

Savior it.

Savior that one moment you had.

Savior that fact that you’ll be forever known as the younger Ascension Rumble Winner.

Savior that your name will go down in the Hall of Records.

Savior in the fact that your name will never be replaced in that regard alone.

Because Scott, to be quite frank, you’ll never know If you’ll get a moment like that again.

Because if you fail at WrestleMania, then you’d have gone as far as you can.

You’d have done all you could.

The one guy who defied the odds. The one guy that made it all the way to the top.

But couldn’t just quit get the job done.

What will you do then Scott.

What will you do when everything you’ve done ends up being for nothing? When all the cards are stack and the chips are on the table.

What will you do when all the pressure is on you to win the Thy World Championship like you’ve so told us all that you’d do?

But then fail to do so.

What will you do…?

What will you do when your 5 seconds are up?

Destiny

Walking up the path, coming to the guardrail, there I stood looking up at the Snoqualmie waterfalls. This was an undiscovered gem for the longest time and ever since I found it, it is one of the most breathtaking sights I’ve ever laid my eyes on. It’s size and power was awe-inspiring, especially when you look up at them, or from up close. But it only brought back more pain, as they reminded me of her, of Jessica.

It reminded me of her forest green eyes, the same kind of green in the trees that surrounded the area. It reminded me of her endless flowing love that she gave me.

The same kind of flowing water that flowed relentlessly from above.
It reminded me of the limitless depths of her passion, the same kind of depths that this waterfall went to.

How times have changed.

God Jess; I’ll never forget the first time that I took you here.

Snoqualmie Falls was always a popular tourist destination, but what many people don’t know is that the truly stunning views are forbidden from prying eyes. The electric company which owns the grounds, made the decision to block off many of the natural attractions due to a large number of alcohol related fatalities in the early 90’s. Lucky for me I had a well-placed friend who worked for the electric company who would do anything for me that I asked. When I asked him to show me how to get to the pond behind the falls, he scoffed at me initially.

“I could lose my job Christian”

It only took me a moment to remind him that he wouldn’t have the job if it were not for me. After that he relented and showed me the way. The moment he led me over the fence and through the path, I knew that I had to take you here; I knew that I had to show you this.

You were so nervous when I put the blindfold on you and sat you in the passenger seat of my car. You told me that you didn’t like surprises, but I knew that wasn’t the case. Each time you asked me where we were going, I couldn’t help but smile and feel a giddy, child like excitement come over me. Twice I felt the secret almost escape my lips, but I was able to bite my tongue and stifle it. Getting to the park and slowly opening the door for you, I could feel you tremble with what I could only assume was excitement. I could feel my hands getting clammy with nervousness, but you didn’t care, you held my hand tight and firm as I led you to this oasis.

The roar of the falls was deafening once we stepped out onto the clearing. I remember my hands trembling as I took the blindfold off of you and allowed you to see where we were.

“Oh my god Christian, this is amazing”

That smile you gave me, god your smile was always what I loved most about you.
It was always so warm, so genuine. No matter how sour of a mood I was in, no matter how things were, your smile had the ability to immediately turn my demeanor around.

“Let’s go in the water”

My friend didn’t tell me anything about the water being unsafe, and it looked calm, why not…what did we have to lose? Once we had removed our clothes, placed them on the ground and got into the water, I remember being surprised about how warm and calm the water was in stark contrast to the raging power of the waterfall.

“Christian, do you feel it?”

“What”

“There is just something magical about this place”

I felt it too, but I felt better hearing you acknowledge it first.

“Christian, we need to make this our spot….”

I remember your eyes darting to a tree stump near the other side of the pond. Without saying a word you swam over and motioned for me to follow you. I remember seeing that gleam in your eyes and I knew that you had an idea on your mind, but what was it? Next thing I knew your right hand disappeared into the water, and you were unclipping the small knife that you kept attached to your ankle.
I always asked you why you kept that thing there; you said it was for protection.
To me it seemed impractical, but I trusted your judgment.

“This pond, it’s beauty…it’s ours Christian and nobody can ever take it away from us”

Next thing I knew, with the precision and speed of a battlefield surgeon, I watched you carve our first names into the tree stump with an inscription that simply read “Destiny”. Once you were finished, you looked at me with that same excited gleam in your eyes, almost as if you were seeking my approval.

The smile that came across my face, and the warm feeling that flowed through me spoke louder than any words could. We embraced at that moment and I knew that for the first time ever, we had something that was ours.

It became our own little oasis, a place to go when we needed to escape.

No matter what happened, no matter the situation; coming here would always make things clearer.

Above all else, do you know what moment stood out most for me?
It was when I first made the decision that I wanted to be a professional wrestler.
At the point, over the course of my whole life, I never had anybody once tell me that they believed in me, I never once had anybody tell me that they supported me.

Any decision that I had, any path I tried to take was always met with a contemptible derision. But you Jess, when I told you, I could see your eyes get big with worry, but you simply told me to “Go For It”. And go for it I did, as naïve and misguided as I was, I signed my first contract and thought I was going to take the wrestling business by storm. The night I wrestled my very first match, it was in a cafeteria at a Veterans Hospital in front of twenty-five people, but it minus well have been at Madison Square Garden since you were in the front row watching me. I was beaten that night and then promptly told that I would not be invited back.

I was crushed.
I needed to get away and you knew exactly where to find me.

It didn’t take long for you to find me though.

“Jess they told me I didn’t have what they were looking for. They LAUGHED in my face when I told them my dream to be a professional wrestler, told me I’d be better off washing dishes at a restaurant than making a fool out of myself trying to wrestle”

“Christian you were incredible”

“What are you talking about, I stunk, they said-“

Feeling your hand on my cheek, I was desperately trying to resist the urge to look you in the eye, but it didn’t take me long before I caved.

“Christian listen to me. This is your dream, this is your passion, you can not and should not let the opinion of one scumbag stop you from chasing your dream”

“Jess, I can’t do it”

“Christian, listen to me. I believe in you…. you can do whatever you set your mind to. Do you hear me Christian, I believe in you!”

The salty sting of the tears stung my eyes immediately.
But this was different. These were tears of joy, for the first time ever in my life…there was somebody that told me that they believed in me.
I knew at that moment that I never wanted to let you go.
It was also at that moment that I knew that I was going to be truly something great, and I had you to thank for it Jess.

Our pond looks different today though.
The once clear water now looks dirty, jaded almost.
The green that surrounded this area has now turned into a dull lifeless brown.

Jess, it’s almost like the beauty and the magic that this spot possessed perished the same time that you did. 

Even our inscription has grown faded and almost unrecognizable over the years.
Knowing that there is nothing left here, what would bring me back?
The answer to that is a simple one, I don’t know what else to do Jess.
You told me that day that you believed me and that I was going to be great and after that I literally hit the ground running.

But then I became a victim of my own hubris.

Pride and ego nearly consumed me Jess, but I was able to overcome those demons.
I now find myself being forced to look them in the face once again with this man that I must face. This man that I have to stand across the ring from, he is so damn talented, so much damn potential…but he’s come to expect too much, too soon. He has no idea what it’s like to truly fall. He has no idea of the concept of what goes up, must come down. I’m afraid that I don’t have what it takes this time Jess.

You could always make any concern that I had disappear. You could always make me feel like I could do anything Jess. I know you’re not here anymore, but I was hoping, hell I’m asking…please show me the way. Please give me the strength to confront this situation and come out the other side unscathed. I need you Jess; I don’t know if I can do this by myself.

Help me.

Embracing the Beast

“The battle of life, in most cases, is fought uphill; and to win it without a struggle were perhaps to win it without honor. If there were no difficulties there would be no success; if there were nothing to struggle for, there would be nothing to be achieved.”

When the both of us step into the ring and the lower that Hell in a Cell structure.

When the bell is rung and we got to battle at WrestleMania.

On The grandest stage of them all.

I have no doubt that it will bring out all that is the best in us.

I have no doubt that history will be made when two of it’s best competitors in this sports business steps into the ring and get their hands on each other.

We will carve a name for ourselves with the battle that is about to take place.

Nothing like it has ever been done. Nothing as brutal.

It won’t be a simple pinfall. It won’t be as simple as being able to tap the matt or saying “I Quit”.

None of those will be viable options. The only option is for two men to walk into that ring and go to war with each.

AND WE WILL GO TO WAR.

Until only one of us is left standing.

The only question on everyone’s mind is which one of use will be left standing.

Which one of us will prevail?

It’s a question that can’t easily be answered.

On one hand you have me, Christian Knight.
An already triad and prove warrior who’s held off every challenger that was thrown his way as of thus far. Undefeated since he stepped into this ring upon his return. Not somebody to take lightly. I’ve proven time and time again why I am the World Champion. Why I carry this title with pride. I am somebody who has taken this company to new heights, to places it’s never seen before.

The Knights of the Round… Once the pinnacle of sports entertainment.

They ran roughshod over Thy WWE. They held this business in tightly in their vice grips.

Once was once thought as and untouchable group of individuals.

Are now but a select few that are at conflict with each other?

Soon to be nothing but a mere memory.

A footnote in the history of Thy WWE.

Thanks to … Christian Knight.


Then there was Beno. A champion, our champion, who we all could be proud to refer to as such. A once prominent individual who held this title with credibility and prestige. He was the leader of The Knights of The Round. The undefeated champion. We haven’t seen a champion like him since we seen the likes of Alex Kendall who lost to Kurt Orton, a man that Beno buried into an Empty Casket with ease. He buried his competition

Until…


Until I came along.


I came back with a fire that nobody has seen and not even the “King Of Camelot” cold be prepared for the intensity that I brought.

One of the most brutal matches. The Triple Cage. A new champion was crowned that day. Somebody else to carry the World Championship belt with pride and prestige.

I gave that man a rematch. One of the biggest rematches I’ve had here in thy WWE. Hell one of the biggest rematches we’ve seen here. Seeing on how the hyped and anticipated Sheamus vs. Alex Kendall rematch was such a let down. We haven’t seen something like this well.. well since Austin vs. Ken.

We went to war in a 60-minute in an iron man match. But 60 minutes weren’t enough for the kind spirit that the both of use brought with us into that match. The kind of determination we brought was surreal. We had to go into overtime by 30 minutes. But when all the dust was settled. When everything was said in done. Who was it that walked out the Champion? Who was it that walked away with his held up high? Go ahead Scott you can say it…

Christian… Christian Knight

When Jacob Senn had dreams and aspiration to become world champion much like you? When he was giving the chance of a lifetime to win the most prestige title one could bear in professional wrestling. He had everyone buying into his propaganda. He had everyone buying into him. His dreams were so vivid. That everyone wanted and desired to him to become the next World Champion. Hell I almost bought into the hype myself. But what happened to that man Scott? What happened to Jacob Senn? I’ll tell you what happened to him.

Christian Knight.

Christian Knight happened to him. The man that you see before you now came along and shattered any dreams he thought he had. He snapped him back in reality and once he realized the reality he lived in he couldn’t handle it anymore. So what we once knew as Jacob Senn is gone. There is no more Jacob Senn. Thanks to…you guessed it.

Christian Knight

Now we have the next commodity. The next big talk of the town, run of the mill hotshot known as Scott Wilson.

The man himself is a mirrored reflection of my former self. He’s young. He’s cocky. He outlasted thirty; count thirty men in the Ascension Rumble. He’s beaten countless victims in his quest to become the next big thing in this sports business. He carries himself with a swagger. A Kind of Confidence that is rarely seen now a days. He’s got all the fan boys chatting away on his online blogs; He’s got them all fooled. Scott Wilson…. The Blog to read. The blog that I don’t care to read. What was it called? Wilson Wishes.

I bet you wish you could beat me. I bet you wish that you can walk into WrestleMania and walk out the New Thy WWE World Champion. Wake Up. Wake Up Scott Wilson. This is reality. You want some truth, well here is some truth. Truth is your not half as good as you hype yourself up to be. All the hype, all the lies, all the hope that people put behind you. It will all amount to nothing once you step into the ring with me. It will all turn belly up once you realize your finally stepping into a ring with quit possible the better man.

So now the question that been on everybody’s mind

What next for Scott Wilson?

Will he be the Next World Champion?

What will happen is this…

He will come against a man known as Christian Knight

And then that…

Will be the end of him.