Thy WWE Title Match

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event: 8 Man Elmination chamber
Christian Knight (c) vs Blade "The Future" LaVigne vs Jonny Freeman vs Undefined vs Professor of Thuganomics vs Zak Shields vs Joey the Bastard vs Beno
Thy WWE Title Match








RP BELOW

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[Christian Knight]

Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender that is strength.

I’m a shell of desires and dreams.

Every single time I ever let somebody into my life, they have been taken away and you know what, I don’t think I can handle it anymore. First with my parents, then my grandfather, and lastly my darling Jessica, each loss was more crushing then the one before it. Not allowing myself to love or even feel anymore was hard at first, but it grew easier over time. Things like hope, passion, and persistence…

Over time, the core of my foundation dissipated until all that’s left was a shell.

A shell of desires and dreams.

A shell of who I used to be.

That is who I am. 

I continued my walk down the streets heading towards the park, where I was to suppose to be meeting Rebecca. The stars shone brightly as the darkness of the night slowly took over the sky. But I immediately noticed that it seemed darker than usual, but instead of finding this alarming….it made me feel…content. 

The Dark.

I have always found peace in the dark. But for some reason, this darkness I did not like. This darkness was not comforting, no…this darkness was a thick, suffocating, stifling kind of dark. It was something that wanted to swallow away your very existence. No…this darkness I did not like at all. It’s almost as if it reminded me of the gaping hole that was left in my soul, the empty void in my heart that has yet to be filled. 

I turn the corner and I lay my eyes on her…Rebecca.  Slowly I walk up to her and I see her extend her arms for an embrace.  But all I can do is just stand there and look into her eyes and stare at the glimmering reflection of myself. I found myself hypnotized as I continued to stare; one thing that I loved about looking into her eyes was it made me feel like she could reveal who and what I am at my very core. 

I look defeated. I look flawed. All of my soul, my body, my personality, the goals, the weak the strong, the beautiful and the ugly were represented when I looked at the reflection of myself in her eyes. I felt like she could see my imperfections, like as if she was showing me who I really was. The reflection in her eyes told the story of a man who’s been through a lot, who has had his soul ripped out of him, who has given up on himself. 

It wasn’t a lie though. Jessica. It’d hard to forget your first love, but it’s even harder to move on from them. It’s been years since I seen her face. But it’s not like her image has become fuzzy or distorted, because I will always remember Jessica.  But I had to move on, that’s why I am here now. Does it make me an awful person to think that Rebecca is just as beautiful as she was, maybe even more? Does it make me awful to think that she was sweeter then her, more patient? 

But it’s how much she reminds me of Jess that terrifies me. The night of the accident, when she was taken from me, I died on the inside. I feel myself growing more and more attracted to Rebecca, but I’m not sure if I can ever let her completely in. Despite her confession of feelings for me, I just don’t know if I will be able to handle it. 

Could I be thinking too far ahead?  This was supposed to be just a friendly thing anyways; just two old acquaintances getting to know each other again, but I knew the truth. She certainly didn’t make it seem casual. It was evident, the feeling she told me she had for me were genuine. With that intense look of hers, she stared at me, those forest green eyes analyzing my face, searching for any semblance of a reaction. But I could not give her one, I could feel my expression remain blank as the rollercoaster ride of emotions raged on inside of my mind. As she reached out and took my hand into hers I could feel her pulse beating against my wrist and I knew how fast her heart was beating. I knew that I was having a cruel effect over her.  It was the same one that Jessica used to have over me; one that made your heart beat fast and your palms sweaty just by the sight of that one special person. 

She clearly was in love with me, and maybe she started falling in love with me a little too fast. Faster then I would have liked, but that was okay because I was glad that she trusted me not to break her heart. But then I was unsure, because how can you love someone if you’re still in love with another. My feelings were a massive wave of confusion, too much for me to sort out. But as I was standing there now, staring at Rebecca as she tells me about her day I found myself thinking of Jessica.

Somehow, someway, it always led back to Jess. 

I pictured her coming back from her trip that night. I still picture her walking through the front door. 

But you can’t change the past.  I can only focus on what was in front of me now, on the present. 

I can only focus on you now Rebecca.

“Christian?” Rebecca says softly enunciating my name slowly, which causes me to think about my name and how perfect it sounds coming out of her mouth…maybe too perfect. I look up at her and she looks back at me through her forest green eyes. 

“What are you thinking about? She asks me, it was a thing Rebecca did commonly, worry about me. 

“Life.” I say slowly throwing her a taunting smile already knowing where this was going, my hand slides over and fiddles with her fingers as we continue to interlock our hands. I smile as I look back into her eyes. 

“You’re not being specific enough.” She whispers as she moves her head closer to me, her eyes reflect the lamp behind me and all I can see is myself. But this time I saw a different version of myself. I didn’t see someone who was defeated, flawed, or imperfect. I didn’t see someone who was weakened at the knees, who lost his heart and soul. What I saw this time was a different Christian Knight. What I saw was the way she saw me and for once I looked happy as I glimmered from her forest green eyes. 

“Have you ever looked back on a mistake you’ve made and finding yourself wondering how different things could have been?” the question was meant to be serious but instead she smiled and stared back at me intently.

“Actually yea, but I don’t think about it to hard because I cant’ change it, and I wouldn’t. Because being here with you, it’s where I want to be. “

“Your too good to me” I whisper, as my knees grow a little weaker. I regain my composure trying to not let on, but all I can think about is the racing beat of her heart that I can feel threw her hands and I know she’s nervous. She was similar to her sister in ways and unlike in others, and I guess that was okay. 

“Christian.” Rebecca says slowly. “My feelings for you are still the same, Christian I’m in love with you, I’m in love with you, and I know that I probably shouldn’t but I can’t help it”. She quickly says stammering her voice full of fear as she thinks I’ll reject her, but I wouldn’t of course. 

I wouldn’t reply to that either, because my heart didn’t fully belong to her, it still belonged to Jessica. 

Suddenly her frowning image fills my mind, and in an instant I feel like I was somehow betraying her. Shaking her out from my mind I turn my head slightly so I can see Rebecca out of the corner of my eye as I mumble “I Know.” It was all I could give her for now, and looking at the uncertainty in her eyes I turned away.  I couldn’t handle seeing her so hurt like that, it was my fault, and I let my old feelings ruin my new ones. But could I really move past Jessica, or was she the only one. 

Generally at the conclusion of an event, when I look forward to my next match I find myself approaching the situation with a calm focus. However, things seem to be quite different. After all it is an eight man Elimination Chamber. But even more so perhaps it’s because I can actually call myself a champion. It’s something I’ve needed to do since I first stepped foot in this business and decided to call myself a professional wrestler. Many want to be champion; many believe that they deserve to be champion. Many will make false boasts of victory, many will make unfulfilled promises…while some, some of them will just freestyle instead of taking this Elimination Chamber seriously. 

Men such as The Professor of Thuganomics Bob Cena…this person actually sickens me to the very core. It sickens my soul to find that someone like Bob Cena even competes here. He can bring his microphone; he can rap circles around me all day about how my mother was a slut and how my girl was a whore or how I’ll get STDs, because that is what he does. That’s all he can do, that is all he is good at, is just rapping about nonsense. But despite everything, he thinks that he is truly great. Come Anarchy though, he is in for a rude awakening. So Bob, go ahead bring your little freestyles, bring a notepad and a pen and do what you do best. Write some rhymes, because what I do best is break streaks. The streak held by Sheamus as the longest reigning champion, no more, broken…by me. I will snap your bones. I will tear your ligaments and put you in the kind pain that you have never been in before. The kind of pain you could have never fathomed, that is what I’ll bring.

Then we have people like Blade LaVigne, someone who will drone on and on to you on how he will rise to the top. The question that Blade really needs to be asking himself is a simple one though. Are you truly ready for being on top? Are You? Is tonight going to be your night? Think for a moment while I queue you in on what little chance you truly have for yourself. You’re facing seven other opponents. Seven. Count them seven. One of which is the champion. Since my return I have dominated, I have surpassed my opposition…I have become feared. I have become the oppressor. Compared to everyone else here they are just weak individuals who could not get the job done. They have all suffered at the hands Christian Knight. No matter what has been placed in front of me, I have overcome, and I will always continue to overcome. I will forever be the one still standing in the end. Every single one of these elimination chamber participants will suffer defeat. They will be trampled. They will learn the hard way. They will all fail just like you and I will once again emerge victorious just like I’ve always done. Just like I will do so again. Your delusion of becoming the World Champion is doing nothing but hurting you, because you’re just lying to yourself if you think you have a hope in hell of winning. I speak from experience here; when you’re focus isn’t on the task at hand; you’re doomed to failure before you even begin.

But if there’s anyone who has less of a chance then you it’s a man that we all know as by the name of Undefined. Perhaps he calls himself that as another way of saying that he’s a man who has yet unlocked his full potential…a man who has yet to truly become defined. A metaphorical name that he’s adapted… a dream that he’s had since growing up as a child…a dream that will never come to fruition. Honestly, who the hell is this guy? What has he done? Who would even notice if he was to vanish? Who would miss him? Anybody? His potential… it’s potential that will never be obtained, because let me tell you something about Undefined. Undefined is nothing more then a disgraced joke. The only thing good about Undefined is that he can make a great cheerleader for Scott Wilson, the man who I defeated at WrestleMania. I mean he pretty much cheers for anybody else other then himself, since well… since he knows he will never amount to anything…forever destined to be labeled as a nothing. And nothing is what he will become once he steps foot in that chamber. 

Next is Zak Shields, now this is a guy who I can see potential in…it seems that a lot of people might be buying into the hype that is Zak Shields. After all he has beaten a former WWE Champion in The Professor of Thuganomics. He has shown everyone here that he has massive potential. People have put a lot of faith and a lot of commitment into the brand that is Zak Shields. It’s a heavy burden to have that on your shoulders. Zak, the biggest fear that you’ll have to cope with is the fear of not living up to the standards that everyone wants you to meet. But what happens when you can’t meet those standards? What happens if you fail to deliver come Anarchy?

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. - Carl Sandburg.

June is usually my favorite month of the year. It was the one time out of the year that I would be looking for that perfect gift. The one-day that was worth spending time with family, and after the year I’ve had I was going to treasure the little bit of time I had to spend with his grandparents. It was his Grandfathers birthday. Christian Knight had arrived to Seattle, Washington that morning to visit his grandparents before his big match that would take place at Anarchy. Once he step foot in the farm house that his grand parents had, he saw his grandmother putting the final touches on her famous mugs of hot chocolate and she gave one of them to Grandpa Knight who took the mug and the both of them sat in the rocking chairs as the watched a film. They hadn’t noticed Knight yet who stared on from the outside from the window, but he found that it was things lie this that he found missing more and more. That he missed spending time with some of the people he loved. Ever since Christian Knight had won the WWE Championship Belt and had returned to the Professional business, he had been away from his family for long time. Knight had been on the road wrestling and defending his championship and pinning opponent after opponent that he forgot things like this. That he forgot that life had pinned him down. That he hadn’t seen them for a long time. Knight had a box that was neatly wrapped. He reached out and he opened the door that his grandparents usually left unlocked, as they pretty much lived in the middle of no where and didn’t have to really worry about other people so much. Knight opened the door and stepped threw and into the house. As he went into the house his grandparents noticed him and greeted Knight with a smile. Christian closed the door and approached him.

Grandpa Knight: It’s been a while son. It’s been a While.

Christian Knight: I Know pa. I know. 

Grandpa Knight: I’m glad you came and I’m glad you remember. 

Christian Knight showed Grandpa Knight the box and he gives it to him. Grandpa Knight takes the box and looks at it with curiosity. 

Grandpa Knight: You didn’t have to get me anything Christian.

Christian Knight looked back at his Grandpa and urged his Grandpa to open it. 

Christian Knight: You know I had to. If it wasn’t for you or Grandma I would have been left an Orphan. I would have had no one to take care of me. It means the world to me to get something for you…so please open it. 

Grandpa Knight shoots Christian a look of curiosity and then begins to unwrap the neatly gift-wrapped box. After removing the wrapping he opens the box and see’s an Alpina Watch. Grandpa Knight takes out the watch, which has a delectable dial with a military style telemeter mark in a snail track tachymeter scale. It was gold plated and it had silver dials. 

Christian Knight: That’s an Alpina 4 Watch. Which is water resistant, shock proof and rust proof. 

Grandpa Knight shots him a mixed look of concern and puzzlement. 

Grandpa Knight: This is a 3,000-dollar watch. Why would you…?

Christian Knight looks back at his grandfather and smiles at him.

Christian Knight: That’s an invaluable watch. It represents everything you have done for me it represents everything you are. It’s water resistance, rust proof, and shockproof attributes remind me of the father that you were to me. Just like that watch you were a strong willed man. A man who could weather any storm if he needed there. You were there for me when I was weak. You Were there for me when I needed advice. You were there for me when there wasn’t anybody else there for me. It’s Antique and old just like you. That watch is aged as you are aged. And with age you only get better. With age you only get wiser. I got you that watch Grandpa because most of all it reminds me of Time. It reminds of all the time that you dedicated to raising the man that now stands before you. It represents the time that you gave me. It’s expensive I know. Invaluable as I had said so before. Invaluable in the same way that you are invaluable to me. I hope I’ve become the man that you envisioned me to become. I hope I’ve lived up the standard that you set for me. Most of all though I hope that I make your proud. 

Grandpa Knight looks back at Christian Knight and smiles.

Grandpa Knight: You have son… You have. 

Jonny Freeman…”The Rockstar”. It’s very rare that you truly get a second chance now days. When you destroy the mirror of trust, you can always glue it back together, but you’ll always see the cracks, no matter what you try. You do wrong by everyone around you, and no matter how much you apologize and try to fix what you’ve broken, the trust is never as strong as it once was. Drugs and Alcohol have destroyed your life. It has torn apart the very fabrication of your existence. And because of that very few people still stand by you, despite the short comings, but the masses never see the struggle you’ve made to reclaim your life; they just see your past failures because it’s easier to criticize you for your failures than realize their own misgivings. And of course, even if they manage to realize their own misgivings, they never admit to them. Because these misgivings are a sign of weakness to them and they don’t wish for them to be used against them. But you can deny them all you like; it doesn’t change the fact that they exist. But Jonny I give you credit though. You’ve truly have managed to change your life around. You’ve been able to overcome your struggle with your inner demons. You’ve truly shown people that once you get a second chance that you can take it and run with it. But if you think that you’ll defeat me and take this WWE Championship Belt away from me then think again. 

Beno. He hasn’t been the same since that fateful night that he lost the WWE Championship Belt. That same fateful night that he ate a lost that cost him his biggest match in professional Wrestling. That’s got to sting right? That’s got to get under your skin, right? I mean that why you’ve been on this “Path of Redemption”. That’s why we seen this new resurrected and revitalized Beno take his true form. But Beno none of that is really going to matter in the end…you can go ahead and throw out the fact that you’ve been on this long streak. That you’ve beaten hall of famers, that you’ve beaten former WWE Champions. That you’ve haven’t lost since WrestleMania and that you’ve been on some kind of roll. Go ahead, please, tell us on how much of a roll you’ve been on and on how you will win the world title. Go ahead and tell us on how you’ve been undefeated since WrestleMania. But what will that do for you or for anyone if you can’t get the job done. What will it do for you if you can’t emerge from the Chamber as the New WWE Champion? Because if you can’t do that, well then everything you’ve done since the start of this year will all have been for nothing. It's quite sad to see a once proud warrior fall so hard, especially when there's no one to blame but yourself.

Finally there’s Joey The Bastard. You used to be a force to be reckoned with. You used to be the guy who left bodies strewn across the ring. You were a man who could strike fear in his opponents when they came to face you. You were the next big thing. But then something changed. I don’t know what and I don’t know when, but it changed. I don’t even know who this person is anymore. Were you not the man who held the Intercontinental Championship for the longest time? Tell me again. Who beat you for that title? Was it Steve Steel? A man that couldn’t handle the fact that he couldn’t beat me. He couldn’t handle the fact that if that match was to conclude he would have lost so he quit and took his ball home and ran off. Yeah you lost to that guy. Of all people that guy. Your longest title reign as the Intercontinental Champion and you lost to Steve Steel and you wonder why I can’t really take you serious. You call yourself the Bastard. A Bastard is someone who has never known his father. While I don’t claim to know your personal life, I can tell you what I do know. What I do know is that you’ve never known what it’s like to hold the WWE Title in your hands. I know that you’ve never walked away with holding the biggest prize in this industry. I know that you’ve wanted this for the longest time, and if you don’t have what it takes, if you can’t walk away with this title. Well that that makes you a Bastard. Not a Bastard who hasn’t known his father. It makes you A Bastard who has never known what it’s like to hold The WWE Championship in his hands. 

I’ve made some mistakes. I’ve done things that I am not proud of. If it were any body else, if it was someone with a weaker will they would have just allowed their problems to consume them. They would have never been able to put themselves back together. But it takes someone with true strength to take his or her life back. And when they take their life back they have no regrets. They bear the scars of their battles with pride. Because that’s what a true champion does. They battle adversity and they are stronger for it. Everyone who has a spot in this chamber will have something to say about me and they can judge me all that they want to. I’m more then used to people judging me and it doesn’t bother me one single bit…it’s better to be a diamond with a flaw then a pebble without. I am in imperfect creature, but that is what makes me the most dangerous. My seven opponents all have a naïve view of being a champion; they only see the accolades, the recognition, the attention. But none of them know what it’s really like, none of them know the pressure, none of them know about the toll it takes on you. None of them know what I do and that is why I am going to destroy each and every single one of them. 

I told Grandpa that I was going to be the best one day…and I’ve finally done it.

See you at Anarchy boys.

["British Brawler" Zak Shields]

To begin this story we must travel back. But not too far, only to RAW 127 where Zak became the new THY Television Champion by defeating Demmie Mae. It was a hard fought battle but Zak came out on top. Let’s picture the moment with Zak stood in the ring with the Television Title raised above his head. Demmie has exited the ring and Zak continues to celebrate. The fans continue to chant his name and his finally exits the ring. Walking up the ramp the camera points at his face as Zak screams down the camera.

Zak Shields – “This is for you mother!”

The camera fades out and a new camera pans around a dark room only to be light by the TV with the picture of Zak exiting the arena and RAW coming to a commercial break. The camera pans around the room to see a fixed mirror on the wall above a fire place. Upon the mantel piece is a few pictures of a young lad. The camera pans towards a single sofa with none other than Vicky Shields, Zak’s older sister. She is sat in her pajamas with her long black hair tied back in a knot. He make up is no more as the hour is late and the house is still. Vicky wipes away a small tear from her eye.

Vicky Shields – “Well done little brother. Mom would be so proud.”

Just at that second her phone rings. Vicky jumps slightly at the sudden noise and she reaches for her phone . The number on the screen that is calling her is unknown to her so she refuses to answer it. She holds it until it stops ringing and she goes to place it down on the table when it starts to ring again. She looks at the number and it’s the same number. Not wanting this to continue into the night she reluctantly answers it.

Vicky Shields – “Hello?”

Her voice is soft as she turns the volume down on the TV. From the other end of the phone an older gruff Canadian voice speaks into her ear. It’s Bret Hart.

Bret Hart – “Hi Vicky, You don’t know me but I have been helping your brother with his career. I know you have been watching tonight and I hope your proud of you baby brother.”

Vicky lets out a small cry and she struggles to speak.

Bret Hart – “Don’t worry you don’t need to speak. Zak told me all about you and little Daniel. I know you are upset with his choices but you need to be there for him when the time comes. I’m sending you two tickets to Anarchy and I’ll make sure you’re looked after. I’ll text you my number and I’ll send you travel arraignments and tickets to get you to Los Angeles and set you up in a hotel. If you need anything else just let me know and I’ll sort it out.”

The tears are now streaming from Vicky’s eyes as it takes a moment for her to gather her words.

Vicky Shields – “Thank you… Um I don’t even know your name.”

Bret Hart – “It’s Bret Hart. And no need to tank me.”

With that the phones cut off and Vicky is left crying in the room when suddenly the door behind her is opened and little Daniel is stood in the doorway. Vicky turns around and she rushes towards him and she hugs him with a vice like grip.

Daniel Shields – “Mom, Why are you crying?”

Vicky Shields – “I’m just very happy.”




We see Bret pacing in a hotel room wearing his jeans and a black tank top as he is just hanging up the phone to his wife no doubt. The night is long into the hours and he is beat. He places his mobile down on the table next to the TV and he turns the TV on. He sits back on his bed with his back against the headboard. On the TV is the local news. Bret reaches for the remote and he starts to flick through the channels until he gets to a replay of the local hockey game played earlier in the day. He puts down the remote and he picks up an open bottle of beer and takes a swig. Placing the bottle back on the table he slowly starts to drift off to sleep with the sound of the TV continuing the game. Within minutes Bret opens his eyes and he is in a small white room wearing his ring attire. Without even thinking Bret shouts out loud for Owen.

Bret Hart – “Owen! I know you’re here. Come out come out wherever you are.”

Bret turns around and still Owen doesn’t appear.

Bret Hart – “Owen, Stu. Who the fuck is it this time?”

After Bret’s little outburst Owen taps Bret on the shoulder and Bret Swings around and he sees Owen in his prime whit his long flowing blonde hair and boyish good lucks still intact. He hugs his baby brother with hope and glee.

Owen Hart – “Sorry Bret I was just messing with you.”

The two brothers hold the embrace for a while longer then Owen tries to back out but Bret continues to hold onto him.

Owen Hart – “You can let go now Bret.”

Bret lets his baby brother go and he wipes away a single tear.

Bret Hart – “How you been Owen?”

Owen Hart – “Not too bad. Heaven is slowly gaining more and more talent and it’s good to see some old time friends. But it’s a real shame they have to leave their families.”

Bret Hart – “I know the feeling brother. Fucking sucks losing family.”

The brothers share another quick hug.

Owen Hart – “So, I have been watching you closely. This little protégé of yours seems to be doing well for himself.”

Bret Hart – “You know what Owen, He is. I’m starting to think he’s not going to need me much longer and when he does I will be lost and alone again.”

Owen Hart – “Don’t say shit like that. You know I’ll always be with you one way or another. Life doesn’t end just like that. You will always have something to live for. Now come on tell me do you think Zak really has what it takes to become World Champion.”

Bret Hart – “You know what Owen, I don’t think he does. I know he does. He has the same fire and passion in his eyes that I saw in yours that night at WrestleMania X when you beat me and finally stepped out of my shadow. That night I will always remember as the day that Owen Hart really became the King of Harts.”

Owen starts to cry a little as Bret wipes away his tears with his thumb.

Bret Hart – “I’m not trying to replace you with Zak all I’m trying to do is help him out. I see a lot of you in him and that makes me proud. Zak has the potential to be World Champion; He’s the Television Champion for god’s sake.”

Owen Hart – “That is the kind of confidence I needed to hear from you Bret. Good things are coming his way and they are coming your way also. Keep on this track and great things will come to you both I just know it.”

Owen taps Bret on the shoulder and with a massive jump Bret springs from his hotel bed. He leans over with his hands in his head and he wipes his eyes from his tears. He looks around the room and notices the TV is still on. He turns it off via the remote and he lays his head back down onto the pillow and gets back to sleep.




Next scene we see Zak sat in a large meeting room in what appears to be a prison. No doubt Zak has come home to see his old man once again. Zak sits and waits for his old man to be brought in. The room is already filled with other groups sat and talking. The guards continue to patrol the room and the cameras are poised and ready to capture any funny business. Zak looks to his watch and he looks round the room again. With his black hoody on with the hood up so not to be recognized. Under the table is his black bag with his logo on it but he keeps it close to his legs so it cant be noticed by anyone else. Suddenly the door at the back of the room bursts open and his old man comes walking in with a guard either side of him. With his grey jump suit on he is led to Zak’s table and sat down. Zak notices his left eye is slightly swollen and his nose seems to be recovering from being busted. The two guards join in with the patrolling as Zak and his old man just stare at each other.

Mike Shields – “So are we going to talk or are we just going to sit here all day long?”

Zak stays silent and he continues to stare down his old man. Zak’s breathing gets heavier and deeper.

Mike Shields – “Look you called and made this appointment if you want to say something then say it. If not I’ll just go back to my cell.”

Again Zak doesn’t even move. What seems like hours pass until his old man is about to get up and leave. Just at that second Zak lifts up his back and takes out the THY Television Title and lays it on the table. A few heads in the room turn to look at Zak as most of them now know who he is. Zak takes off his hood to reveal himself to the room and he stands up and points to his old man.

Zak Shields – “My name is Zak Daniel Shields and this man, who murdered my mother, doubted me that I would never amount to anything.”

Zak raises his arms out to the room and he turns around on the spot.

Zak Shields – “Well take a god dam look at me now old man.”

The room gives an applaud as Zak sits down as his old man still seems unimpressed.

Mike Shields – “Are you done with the little show now. Where did you buy this thing.”

Mike points to the THY Title on the table.

Zak Shields – “Buy? You seriously think I would go out and buy this. Ask anyone in this room right now where I got this. I got it at Monday Night RAW 127 by defeating Demmie Mae. You told me that I would never ever amount to anything in my life well here it is in all its glory.”

Mike sits back and barely cracks a smile.

Zak Shields – “Not only that but in a couple days-time I get the chance to become the THY World Champion by taking part in the first ever THY Elimination Chamber match.”

Mike Shields – “So let me get this right. You beat up a girl to win this belt. You’re no better than I am.”

Zak slams his fist on the table as a nearby guard turns his head to check there is nothing going on, He turns back and continues his patrol.

Zak Shields – “How dare you compare me to you? I’m nothing like you and I’m certainly never going to be like you. Demmie Mae is a THY Superstar and a dam good one at that. When she steps into the ring she takes on all comers male or female. I came here today to show you that you were wrong about me and that I’m finally making my way to the top and im not going to stop until I’m there. Remember this moment old man because there is never going to be another one for you in a long time.”

Mike does nothing but smirks as Zak stands up and places the Television Title into his bag.

Zak Shields – “I hope the guy who filled you in and broke your nose dose a hell of a lot better next time.”

Zak goes to leave as the same two guards come along and take Mike away. Just as both men are about to leave the room Zak stops.

Zak Shields – “Wait!”

The guard stop and so does Mike.

Zak Shields – “Happy Father’s day… old man.”

Zak exits the room and out down the security corridor.




A camera pans round a room filled with posters all promoting Anarchy and the Elimination Chamber. Suddenly the camera comes to meet up with Zak sat on a steel chair wearing his ring attire shorts and his black hoody with his ‘British Brawler’ logo. In his hand is a bottle of water and around his waist is the Television Title. His hands are wrapped in tape and his brow is covered in sweat. He looks up to the camera and takes a swig of his water.

Zak Shields – “Anarchy, A state of which there is no rules, no law and is filled with mass disruption. This Elimination Chamber will be anarchy. Eight men and one prize to seal the deal. Christian Knight your time as World Champion is slowly coming to an end. You have pushed aside some great contenders such as Scott Wilson and Jacob Senn but when you enter the Elimination Chamber against Seven other men then I’m afraid the odds are just stacked against you. I’m not going to lie I have look up to you just like I look up to Bret Hart. You have been one of the best World Champions we have had here in THY. You’re up there with the best like Sheamus and Beno but like I’ve already said your time as World Champion is coming to an end at Anarchy. Blade LaVinge the money in the bank brief case holder, The dark horse of THY. The man who claims to be the future of THY, the man who says he will be the future. This man seems to me like he makes a lot of promises and fails to keep them all. Where has he been these past shows. Why has he not come to the ring and show us all how he will be the future. I’m afraid I’m going to have to call complete and utter bullshit on your claims to becoming the future. You’re not even the god dam present. Jonny Freeman the man who was champion by being handed it by the backroom staff. He never earned his shot nor did he have to fight for it. He was invited to just pick it up and walk around calling himself a worthy Champion. Now he has returned and again just like Blade not bothered to show up at RAW and claim a spot in the Chamber match. This man is not worthy to step into the ring with the likes of me. This man walks around thinking he owns the place well fuck him and fuck his place in the Elimination Chamber.”

Zak stands up and he takes another drink of water and he throws the bottle to one side.

Zak Shields – “Ever since I won my spot into the Chamber I have been proud to say I earned it but the one man who seems to be the most undeserving is Undefined. This guy must have tugged on the heart strings of Vince McMahon himself to get a spot in the Chamber. Undefined is just the poor whipping boy of THY. Man times he has fallen to my feet and the very same outcome will happen at Anarchy. Undefined you have been given a rare opportunity I would advise you not to waste it but I’m going to assume that you will. I can only hope that your pain is quick and you are thrown from the match even quicker to save your embarrassment.”

Zak walks around a bit at the thought of the next man to be in the Chamber. Bob Cena. These two have their history already and the hatred seems to be noticed around the backroom area.

Zak Shields – “The Professor of Thuganomics Bob Cena. The history speaks for itself really. WrestleMania we faced off with our partners and I failed to come out on top. However just a couple weeks ago I stood in that very ring and I had my arm raised and your body at my feet. I have come on leaps and bounds Bob and I have surpassed you and I know that you know it. My world has been open up by the fact that I managed to do what Bret Hart could not do. Since becoming the THY Television Champion I have gained even more respect than you. It’s time for you to step aside Bob and let the real talent of THY do its job. Joey the Bastard, A man with a massive weight on his shoulders to put on a performance at Anarchy. He is without a shadow of a doubt going into this match as the favorite to walk out as the new THY Champion. Well I’m the man who everyone fears, I’m the underdog and I’m the man who’s throwing the spanner in the works. Joey you had one hell of a reign as the Intercontinental Champion and no one will ever take that away from you. But I’m afraid that your time as the THY champion will have to be put on hold for the time being.”

Zak sits back down on his chair and he takes in a deep breathe.

Zak Shields – “There is one man left. Beno the man who has been a thorn in the side of Christian Knight for some time now. The man who we all have to thank for this prestigious occasion for if it wasn’t for you then this match would never be taking place. Christian has gotten bored of you clipping at his heels and he finally gave in and let the real men step in to have a chance at him. Beno you have had many chances to show the world what your made of but instead you walk out into the ring and face nothing but worthless opponents. I laugh at your reason to be in this match.”

Zak stands up again.

Zak Shields – “The way I see it boys is I seem to be the only one who deserve to be in this match and you are all just there to fill spots. I will not be taken lightly anymore. Mark my words Zak Shields will be THY WWE Champion!”

[Niall]

Beno:
"If we're raising the stakes there "sir", let's make it interesting. When, not if, I win...You will not only step down from your position as General Manager but you will be forced to leave ThyWWE again, but this time, it's for good. What do you say there boss?"

"What the fuck?!"

Now its Christian's turn to smile and nod.

Christian Knight:
"I hope you know what you're doing and what you're getting yourself into "champ". You're on and I'll see you at the pay per view."

"No fucking way!"

The scene opens up inside of the locker room of Operation Fuck Up backstage at Monday Night Raw 101 after the main event has just taken place. Earlier in the night, Bob Cena and Kurt Orton, had successfully taken on Stalker Knight and the Television Champion, CM Punk. We see the group watching the show on the 52" plasma screen television in the room and they are visibly annoyed. Cena, the leader of the group, is standing behind the black, leather sofa fuming, still in his ring gear from his match earlier.

Crack:
"Look, Bob I know you have been on a roll as of late but dont let this get in your way of your hot streak."

Cena looked at his friend, that he had known since he was 12 years old in secondary school back in Belfast. Crack was wearing a pair of camo shorts with a red Operation Fuck Up hoodie. Crack had always tried to see the bright side of things since he became clean. Crack had fallen in to the wrong crowd in his teen years and he was nothing more than a classmate to Bob Cena. It doesnt take a genius to figure out how Crack got his name, he started selling drugs in Divis street but he was threatened by a local street gang, the Óglaigh na hÉireann or the ONH for short, which was a direct rip off of the IRA. The ONH had made it their aim to not only rid Ireland of the British but to stamp out local scumbags, and Crack was on their hitlist. Lucky for him, he only got a warning. I have heard stories of drug dealers who have had run-ins with the ONH and they weren't exactly fairytales. Crack struggled to clean his act up after this threat and a young Bob Cena had heard about it, hell everybody had heard the story but Bob wanted to help his classmate. Cena helped Crack become clean with his friendship and Crack looked up to his friend because of this.

Bob Cena:
"Why the fuck should I continue the way I'm going, stealing the show every single week only to be passed over and be booked against a fucking Television champion 4 times in the past 2 months?!"

The atmosphere in the room was tense and the Orton's looked at each other, struggling to find the words to comfort their leader and friend. Kurt had changed into a black Tapout shirt with a pair of navy blue jeans and he had his hair combed to the left. AJ had on a pair of denim shorts with a sleeveless Kurt Orton shirt. Cena had taken them into the group because Kurt had pleaded with him for help to get him out of his slump. It reminded Cena of how he helped Crack to sort himself out and Cena prided himself on how he could help turn another persons fortune around. Since Cena took him under his wing, Orton had picked up a series of wins and was on quite a hot streak himself but he unfortunately failed to beat both Christian Knight and Beno in high profile matches. Since Orton joined the group, he and Cena had formed quite the partnership and had just picked up an impressive record of 3 wins and 0 losses.

Kurt Orton:
"Bob, you'll get your shot eventually. I mean they can only overlook you so many times."

Cena's head dropped as he heard the word "overlook", a word he hated. He had been overlooked his entire life because he was different. He was never like the other kids at his school and he was always overlooked because of it. When he tried out for the Gaelic football team in 5th year, he missed out because the team was together for 4 years already and shouldnt be changed and it happened so often that he eventually stopped trying out. He was different, being anti-drink and anti-drugs teenage doesnt exactly get you the crown of the most popular kid in school. Cena prided himself on what made him different but lately he had found himself doubting himself.

Bob Cena:
"When exactly will I get my shot? I dont want to wait for another year to get what I deserve, what I have earned! Look at this, the fucking General Manager is number one contender for the ThyWWE World Heavyweight Championship, I could go somewhere else that actually respects their stars and I would be straight into the World Heavyweight Championship match."

Cena had been frustrated for some time now as a result of how he was being booked in ThyWWE. He had gone from main eventing Wrestlemania, to being no more than a feature in the Knights of the Roundtable storyline to being on the undercard for Anarchy in the space of 4 months. Even when Cena was champion he never felt comfortable with the championship. He always got looks for disapproval from backstage workers and he had even overheard people saying that he tarnished the reputation of the championship.

Crack:
"Is th-..."

Bob Cena:
"I'm going to McMahon."

We cut to the present day and Cena is in the main event of Anarchy, just 14 months on from that night where he told Mr McMahon that he was leaving. Christian Knight, who won the championship at the Anarchy event the previous year, was still the champion and the General Manager of ThyWWE. Cena had gained some respect for Christian recently as it was Christian who made the call to put Cena in to the Elimination Chamber match. Christian had proven himself over the course of the last year and Cena found it hard to criticise his reign. The one criticism that Cena had always had was that Christian cowered away from him, well atleast thats how it seemed to him. The scene opens up in the Staples Centre in Los Angeles, California the day before Anarchy gets under way. We see Bob Cena standing at the top of the ramp looking around him at the empty arena that will be filled to the roof with screaming fans this time tomorrow. Cena is wearing a light green Operation Fuck Up hoodie with a pair of grey Adidas Original sweats. Behind Cena walks his good friend, Crack, holding his white Iphone 5S in his right hand, which he will use to video Cena's promo. The two walk down towards the ring taking in the history of the arena.

POT starts walking towards Kurt Orton that still has back turned. Kurt feeling a presence behind him slowly turns and is greeted by a right stike from POT and Orton staggers back towards the turnbuckle. POT continues with left and right strikes and follows it up by a Power Strike the send Kurt reeling up in the air. Kurt comes back to his feet and is greeted by a Cross Over Slam that sends Kurt crashing down to the canvas. "The Professor of Thuganomics" mounts Kurt Orton and locks him in the "STF" Kurt starts to reel in pain as POT locks in the move. Kurt starts to crawl but POT applies more pressure and make Kurt reel back in pain more.

"Tap! Tap you son of a bitch!"

Kurt still begins to crawl and make his way towards the ropes closing in on them but POT applies full force now that has Kurt tries to move forward but the pressure provides too much for him to do so. Kurt takes in all the pain as POT continues to apply full pressure. Kurt on the verge as his finger tips hover above the ground seeking the solace of escape with a simple task of just slapping the mat three time but Kurt refuses and starts to see the blackness surround him as he falls into a blackout and passes out. POT capitalizes and releases the hold and covers him for the pinfall.


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"Oh my God"

Winner & New WWE Champion : P.O.T.

Cena slides under the bottom rope of the ring as Crack enters the squared circle by going up the steel steps and through the ropes. Cena points to a spot for Crack to stand to film the latest episode of 'PoTV'. A smile stretches across Cena's face as he continually replays the events of Monday Night Raw 83 in his mind, the night where he became a somebody. But as the seconds go by, the thoughts of joy are replaced by the thoughts of the pain and suffering that he will endure the next night. He knows that no matter how much training he did whilst on hiatus from the business, nothing can prepare anybody to step inside of an Elimination Chamber and leave unscathed. The thoughts didnt scare him however, it was merely a show of what he was willing to sacrifice in order to get what he had worked his entire life for. Cena's thoughts are interrupted by Crack.

Crack:
"In your own time Bobby."

Cena unzipped his hoodie to reveal a black shirt which reads "I'm a Pro Wrestling Guy" on the front of it in white block print letters. He takes a few moments to think of what he is going to say before beginning his promo.

Bob Cena:
"I have heard a lot of people talking about my return to ThyWWE, both online and backstage. You see I like to keep my ear to the ground and get to know every little detail that is going on around here. It seems the general perception of me is a spoilt little kid who ran off because he couldnt get what he wanted, and then bitches and moans about respect and how he doesnt get enough of it. Maybe my ego became like a runaway train and I started referring to myself as the champion that professional wrestling deserves in order to get myself noticed....Well that is a lie, ladies and gentlemen. Sure, I could have sat around waiting, hoping for that one day where Vince McMahon would stop searching for global superstars and realise that he has the very best wrestler of this generation sitting in his locker room, being mistreated and undervalued by everybody. But I made a decision that shook ThyWWE to the core....I walked out, and it scared Vince McMahon. Let me tell you something, a little bit of honesty for you. My very first conversation with Vince McMahon after I left, the very first thing he said to me was "Myself and Christian have come up with the idea of putting you into the World Heavyweight Championship Elimination Chamber match at Anarchy, so how about it? Do you wanna come back?"

Crack chuckles at Bob's horrible impression of Mr McMahon but Cena carries on.

Bob Cena:
"I never asked to come back, I never even considered coming back, but it looks like my leaving had the desired effect on the right people. I made a decision in my mind that day....and I sold out. I went against all of my beliefs and even after everything that I said about ThyWWE and how much I hated it, I agreed to come back and take what I have scratched and clawed to achieve. You all can say what you want about me, you can call me a sellout, you can boo me, because to you it looks like I sold out. But to me, I cashed in, I realised that no longer do I need any of you. I have been watching however, I know what is going on around ThyWWE, I kept myself up to date with it. We had Christian Knight dealing with his girlfriend issue, we have had Jonny Freeman brag about getting over his obvious drug problems for a week. Beno beat up a load of washed up average "superstars", Joey The Bastard lost his championship to a nobody, who in turn lost it a few weeks later, Blade LaVigne made some promises he will fail to keep again. And the other 2 were there also. Do you want to know what I saw every single Monday night when I turned on my television? A bunch of interchangeable, expendable, nobody's. Guys who are only in this main event because there just wasnt enough World Heavyweight Championship material wrestlers on the roster. Guys who will be curtain jerking for Oppression, and then for Supremacy, Hell some of you may have bitched about something and walked out by then, Jonny Freeman the most likely for that one. You are looking at a man who has achieved more in the last 3 years than you will achieve in your entire careers. I have carried this company on more than one occasion, I have shattered more glass ceilings, I have broken down doors and then I leave for a couple of months....And I have to watch a bunch of ungrateful, talentless hacks make a mockery out of the empire that I helped mold, and they waltz on into the main event without even having to pay their dues like I did."

Cena pauses for a moment whilst reflecting on everything that he had to go through to get to this point; Being demoted to ThyWWE live, building up a year long fued with Bret Hart only to have it curtain jerk Anarchy, not even getting a rematch for the World Championship after he lost it to Barton.

Bob Cena:
"I dedicated my life to this, I gave up so many things to reach this moment and you were just handed 15 minutes of fame. I didnt get this good because I had somebody looking over my career every step of the way, Zak. I didnt get here because somebody else pulled out, Undefined. I didnt get to the top by abusing my power, Christian. I'm here because I am the best, I earned everything I have gotten. It doesnt matter how many untalented hacks you want to beat up, it doesnt matter how many fans you can get to chant, you will never be fit to lace up my boots."

Cena's biggest opponent this Sunday is Christian Knight, well atleast that is who has dominated his thoughts for the past couple of weeks. Christian has held the championship for a record time and Bob has built up, against his own will, a lot of respect for his boss. The way Christian moves in the ring, the way he gets inside of his opponent's heads like he has with Bob, there is something about it that inspires Bob, but he just cant put his finger on it. Christian is an artist, who has done a near perfect job in ThyWWE, but then again its only almost perfect, he has made one mistake, which Bob found strange. He allowed a man that Christian had screwed over so many times to challenge him for the World Heavyweight Championship. In recent weeks however, Bob has started to see cracks in Christian Knight, he has started to see who he really is instead of the version in Bob's head.

Bob Cena:
"Christian Knight....I spent the last year of my life doubting my own abilities, you buried me so much that I actually thought that maybe I wasnt the best in the world. You destroyed me mentally and it shattered me like glass. You kept me away from the World Heavyweight Championship picture while you off challenging guys like Jacob Senn and Kurt Orton. One thing that you failed to realise Christian is that when you handle shattered glass the wrong way, it can cut deep. I put you on a pedestal Christian, your matches, your mind games have left me in awe, but now I get to push you from that pedestal because I realised something about you Christian. You're so sad, weak, pitiful, pathetic, you're empty inside because you have nobody. You have no love, nobody in your life gives a damn about you, because the one person that you ever cared about is gone. And now I have realised just how stupid I was to even consider you as one of the greats of this industry. I made a big mistake when I did that, but now I will rectify my mistake and all will be forgotten but you Christian, you cant do that, you cant push the person who you view as the closest thing to perfection off of a pedestal and thats pathetic in my eyes. Like I said, you have nobody, sure you can meet up with other girls but she will never live up to that girl on the pedestal will she? And you will push her out of your life just like you always do Christian. And you will be alone with only the comfort that one day when you're lucky enough to leave this life, you will meet her again. The only thing of value in your pathetic existance is the ThyWWE World Heavyweight Championship, and come Sunday, you wont have that."

The next man on Bob's mind for the match was the odds on favourite to walk out with the ThyWWE World Heavyweight Championship, Joey The Bastard. Bob never paid attention to the odds, he wasn't a gambling man, that was a trait of his father, whom Bob looked at as his anti-role model, who he would try to be the opposite of in every single way. All Joey is to Bob is another competitor, favourites never work out. Bob learned that the hard way when he was younger. His father would sink all of his money in to a "sure thing" as he always said, and nine times out of ten, he lost.

Bob Cena:
"Then we got the golden boy, Joey The Bastard. I've been listening to the same old tired argument for some time now that Joey The Bastard is the future of professional wrestling. Do you even realise how tough it is to just win a World Heavyweight Championship? Roddy Piper, British Bulldog, Arn Anderson, Dean Malenko, all of those legends all could not do what I did and win the big one. I mean what is Joey The Bastard's merits? He breaks into some no name indie promotion in Canada, you beat a couple of nobody's and get a try out for ThyWWE who sign you because they were accepting anybody due to a lack of wrestlers on the roster, you have a mediocre Intercontinental Championship reign, which was ended by me by the way. You luck your way in to the Elimination Chamber, the glass slipper fits and here stands Cinderella. Let me explain something to you Joey, in 24 hours, midnight strikes and fairytales are not real....I will give it to you, Halloween Havoc, you showed up, you put in the performance of your life, you got talent, but you also had a lot of luck that night, but you also have 24 hours left, until your whole world comes crashing down and you realise that you're nothing more than another Jacob Senn."

Beno. A man who Bob has shared a ring with on a two different occasions but he has never been one on one with the man. Bob lost the two of those matches. The first was a handicap match for Bob's tag team championships after his partner, Barton, walked out on him. Bob was left to fend for himself but the power of the monsters, Beno and Crisis, was just too much for him, in a match that saw him lose his championships. The next match was at Justice4Some, a match that saw Beno become the World Heavyweight Champion for the first time in controversial circumstances. Bob's tag partner, Bret Hart, would turn on him and side with the Knights of the Roundtable which helped Beno to victory.

Bob Cena:
"Beno. Beno has bitched and complained for a long time, he has campaigned for a rematch against Christian Knight, and he got another shot at Christian Knight, just like he asked. But Beno isnt happy about what he got, he doesnt like the idea of fighting an additional 6 men in this ring to get what he thinks he deserves but the thing is Beno. When you paint yourself as this ruthless, tyranical, superior wrestler, you also paint a big target on your chest so while everybody is in the Elimination Chamber to take each other out for their own gain, you have pissed off each and every one of those men, so they are out for your blood. Here's the difference between me and you Beno. You are afraid of this match, you want Christian Knight one on one but thats not the way I roll, I walk straight into the lions den, I look the monster right in the eyes and I punch him in his face, beat the Hell out of him and achieve what I set out to achieve. I cant believe that this is what you have become Beno, beating up old timers and then thinking that it scares everybody? It just makes you look like a little bitch. I dont know, maybe when you lost your championship, you also lost your manhood. You took what was mine in 2011 Beno, now its time that I take what you love, and I take you out in the process."

The next man on Bob's radar was Zak Shields. Zak was a man that Bob had already faced before a number of occasions, always coming out the victor, well until recently. Bob beat Zak and Bret Hart at the 4th annual Wrestlemania event as he went off on a hiatus. Zak was a powerful bastard from Britain who could put up a good fight, he was as tough as old boots, could take a punch and when he hit Bob felt it for days. Bob has a feeling that Zak will thrive in the Elimination Chamber where the ability to hit hard and come back from a beating is key to success. But Bob had always had the advantage over Zak, who knows what it was, talent? Maybe, mind games? Could be, Toughness? Maybe not. Bob had always had a good chin but he couldnt believe how well Zak took a punishment. As a matter of fact, when Zak kicked out of the FU on Raw two weeks back, Bob almost jumped out of his skin. One factor that Bob believes led to Zak's success against him was Bret Hart. Just his name was enough to send a jolt of hatred through Bob's body, the two had been through Hell together and they still felt the same about each other today than they did the first time they squared off. But Bret knows Bob well, he's scouted him for long enough and it worries Bob. It worries him because Bret has been training Zak to be a success but most importantly, he managed to train Zak to beat Bob Cena. Zak was now a danger to Bob, but he was unwilling to show it, Bob didn't want to admit it because he feared that it could give Zak a major confidence boost going in to the match this Sunday.

Bob Cena:
"I remember when I was a young child, I used to watch Monday Night Raw and I used to see this guy. I really liked this guy, I used to buy all of his shirts, all of his shades, I used to buy tickets to the shows when it came to Belfast just so I could go and see this guy do what he did best. This guy, actually inspired me to become a professional wrestler. And now this guy, is training my opponent for Sunday. It's weird how things turned out between us, you were my hero, my boyhood idol, and now....Your presence, is an insult. Trying to steal from me, and trying to push me around and take what I deserve for your own selfish gain, because you dont care about Zak Shields. All you care about is Bret Hart and getting Bret Hart some exposure. But this, this could blow up in your face at any moment Bret. You are a hero in their eyes and you have gotten Zak Shields over as their new hero just because he is associated with you. Well you know what they say, show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy. I am going to beat Zak Shields with every thing I can find, steel, chamber pods, my legs, my shins, my head, my arms, my feet, my hands, and all of it will be down to the association that you signed up for with Bret "The Hitman" Hart."

Jonny "The Rockstar" Freeman was another hero to Bob when he was in his early teenage years. Jonny had made a name for himself and was a legend on the professional wrestling circuit. Jonny became one of the stars of the now defunct, SCW, and was one of only a few people from SCW who went on to become ThyWWE World Heavyweight Champion. Jonny was truly an icon in Bob's eyes, well that was until he met him in person. In 2010, Bob was signed to a developmental deal with ThyWWE and one of the first guys he met was Jonny Freeman. But Jonny quickly went from hero to zero once Bob realised the man that he had looked up to wasnt all that. Jonny had drug problems and it reminded Bob of his own father. Not only was he a gambler but he also liked a drink and dabbled with drugs. Bob never looked up to his father and so grew easily attatched to his heroes, as he tried to seek out a father figure in his life to fill the void left behind and Jonny was a fit for Bob growing up.

Bob Cena:
"Jonny Freeman has gotta be the worst of the lot however. Jonny can talk about how he is clean and how drugs dont control him anymore but its too late, the damage is already done. Think of the amount of children who you let down Jonny, think of how you failed as a role model. You know, its truly amazing that the people that will fill up the Staples Centre tomorrow night will be cheering for a delusional, bitter, pathetic excuse for a star while they boo me. I dont drink, I dont have a drug addiction, I'm a pioneer and they would still rather see your broken down carcass instead of this fresh, agile, charismatic, devotee of professional wrestling. So please Jonny, quit your sobriety, drink up, I want you to die, and speaking of death, tomorrow night in this very ring, I'm gonna dominate you Jonny. I'm going to make you feel more alive than you have ever felt in your life, but as time passes from bell to bell, you're gonna wish you were dead for every single moment of it."

Blade LaVigne had been a problem for Bob Cena for a long time now, the man had already beaten Bob but worse than that he had proclaimed himself to be the future of professional wrestling. Bob hated Blade, it was a professional rivalry that was near tipping point, Bob viewed Blade as a mockery of him because Bob used to refer to himself as the same thing when he started out. Bob had watched Blade's matches and while he was impressed, he never ever believed he could achieve something on a grand scale such as the World Heavyweight Championship.

Bob Cena:
"Blade LaVigne has talked a lot about how this Sunday will be his moment, just like his matches with Joey The Bastard were supposed to be his moments....Because that is what Blade does, thats how his career has always turned out. He almost won the Intercontinental Championship but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. You did then what you're going to do now. You went to the ring, got a couple of near falls, you entertain the people, you put everybody on notice....And then you lost. I mean look at you Blade, you have the look, you have the attitude, you have the connections with the suits, you damn sure have had the opportunities. Everything about you screams championship material, well except for ability that is. I am the youngest World Heavyweight Champion in the history of this industry. I am the most successful wrestler in the history of ThyWWE and then there is you....You have your almost moments, but you're nothing but a delusional, arrogant, pathetic, underachieving joke who just so happens to be connected. I have heard you claim to be the future but let me tell you something, the future has nothing on the present. I am going to hurt you Blade. I am going to leave you broken down, turned inside out and hurt....A mere shell of the man that you had the potential to be."

The final competitor in the match up was a shock to say the least; Undefined. Its fair enough to say that nobody expected it at all. Bob had never paid attention to Undefined before, its not like he really stood out from the crowd. Bob chuckled at the thought of being in the ring, one on one with Undefined, surely there is no way that Undefined could take a former World Heavyweight Champion.

Bob Cena:
"And then we have Undefined....You had some luck getting in to this match, you had some luck that Scott Wilson went ahead and took his ball and went home. You had some luck that Christian Knight and Vince McMahon put you into this match. But here's the cruel thing about luck....She warms your heart with a flutter of those pretty eyelashes, before she rips you apart with her teeth. You're not a match for anybody in this match, you're no match for Beno, Zak, Christian, Blade, Joey, Jonny and you're sure as hell, no match for the best in the world."

Cena was finished and he turned his back on the camera which let Crack know that he was done cutting the promo. "Best in the world" he kept saying it to himself. This time 4 months ago, Bob didn't believe it, he kept saying it but he had no substance, he was lost. "Best in the world" a phrase that piles a lot of pressure on a performer. "Best in the world" Can Bob live up to it? Cena turns and looks at the stage which is already set up for tomorrow nights event and smiles.

Bob Cena:
"I am the best in the world".

[Blade "The Future" LaVigne]

We find ourselves at a field of gravestones. All we see is flowers and gravestones and at a distance, a man stands wearing a full black attire. He stands there looking down at the tombstone. As the camera makes a trip, full circle around the man, we notice it's none other than Blade LaVigne. Blade is just staring deeply at it. The camera zooms in and notices it reads, "Hear Lies A Woman, A Mother, A Hero" and beneath that, it reads, "Mrs. Christina LaVigne." Blade notices the camera behind his shoulder but doesn't turn to it. He just begins to speak.

Blade LaVigne

Mom.

It's been awhile since the last time we've talked. Stacy is doing great in school. She's entering middle school this year. You would love her mom. She has your attitude. She's so funny.

Blade chuckles as he continues.

Blade LaVigne

She's so smart mom...

Jessie, Hunter and Travis are doing fine. I call them every weekend like I promised I would...Keeping the family close is all you ever wanted...Dad found me a few months ago....He's a broken man. He showed up after a show one week...It's been odd but I had to forgive him for the lack of support and love.

I have a huge match this Sunday....The world title is on the line... I don't think I have what it takes to win... I know I shouldn't think like that...You taught me always go into a sitaution with a positive attitude. It's just been really hard these past months. So many opportunities... yet I fail to capitalize. I need your strength this week.

I want this to be the time I finally make you proud...

A single tear roll down Blade's left cheek, he wipes it as fast as it forms.

Blade LaVigne

I'm know I said I wouldn't cry...But I can't help it.

I miss you mom....I know you'll be with me. Week in and week out, through the good and the bad, you're with me. I couldn't have gotten where I am today with out your support. I want you to know that, it's our turn now. No more will the LaVigne name be less than first place..

LaVignes turn for happiness. For greatness....It's our time.

The scene fades with Blade placing his hands in his pockets, turning around and walking off of view. The camera fades to black.

Motivation.


The scene opens up and we none other than Blade "The Future" LaVigne himself. Inside an empty arena, inside of an empty ring. On the ground next to LaVigne is the Thy WWE Money In The Bank suitcase. Blade sits there on a chair, backwards. In his hands he holds a piece a paper. Blade turns the piece of paper around and on it reads, "Motivation" Blade cocks a grin, and throws the piece of paper over his shoulder. Blade begins to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne

See, what motivates me to continue to fight week in and week out and everyday of my life will be different than the rest of you. Growing up, things were tough for my family. My mother took care of my brothers and I, while support from our father was little to none. My mother was a wonderful woman. Loving, caring and supportive. She worked two jobs just to make sure we had what we needed. Sad to say, we just expected those things and it was too late before we had a chance to repay her. I always wanted to buy her a new house, a nice car but moving from company to company, I never received the contract I deserved and in the end, not making enough money to get her those things. She was gone before my contract was signed with Thy WWE.

Without her, I would not be where I am today. When I wanted to quit sports in high school, she was there to push me, telling me to "Push through it, it'll be worth it in the end." She was right. Now, I have enough money to support my daughter, to give her everything she needs. To make sure she has food on the table every night. My family is my motivation. And their support will help me climb those last steps. My mother will always be with me and when I walk out of Anarchy as the new Thy WWE Champion, it'll be because of her and the strength she's given me over the years. I am sick of allowing this big moments slip away. It's my time for success. It all begins with one night of pure, Anarchy.


A Fresh Start


The scene opens up and we are now inside of Blade "The Future" LaVigne's locker room. The room hasn't changed much. We still see the flat screen television on the wall, and we also see the posters from various pay per views. We see the leather couch that sits in the center of the room. Blade sits on his leather couch, wearing a nice black suite. Next to LaVigne is the money in the bank suitcase. Blade has shaved his face the last time we saw him. "The Future" LaVigne sits there with a smirk on his face. Blade has his legs crossed, but as the camera sets in front of him, he places both feet on the ground. LaVigne leans forward, allowing his arms to rest on his knees as he continues to speak.

Blade "The Future" LaVigne

Through out my wrestling career, I've found myself with many big opportunities and always coming up inches short. Never being able to take that final leap over the hill. Thy WWE has given me a fresh start and a new chance to become something great. I came to this company at the right time I believe. You see, when I signed my Thy WWE contract early last year I had my eyes on, bringing light to the darkness and to one day lead this company to greatness. I've taken advantage of my opportunities and that is why I hold this Money in the Bank contract. One step at a time, I will taking this place by storm.

But, my career hasn't always been butterflies and rainbows. Let me tell you about my past. A time where nothing went right and I failed to overcome every challenge that was thrown in front of me.

I am sure you all have heard the letters, SCW, once or twice from me before. At a point, I couldn't move past Sin City Wrestling, even months after it closed. It was an addiction and I was the one addicted. I went back and looked at hours and hours of film. Trying to figure out what I could've done to improve, to get over that hill. I remember our last show, I had a chance to walk away SCW as their last world champion. I lost and I just remember not wanting to leave the arena. Not only did I disappoint myself, I disappointed my family.

That's one reason why I waited so long to join Thy WWE. I knew how bad I felt after so many opportunities wasted and all the times I  came up inches short. Any wrestler will tell you how bad it feels to get so close, yet be so far away when the night ends. Thy WWE gave me a fresh start and it's been a fun ride so far. But with that said, the ride has just begun. When it was announced that we were going to be having a elimination chamber, I got very excited. I saw that as a perfect opportunity to be locked into a chamber with the men that I needed to pass up on my climb up the ladder of greatness.

Eight of us will be fighting for Thy WWE's ultimate prize, the Thy WWE Championship! My seven opponents are well deserving of their spot in this match without a doubt. Four of them have held the Thy WWE title once before. Whether their run as champion was a few months or close to a year, their resumes carry some weight. Now don't get me wrong, the other three haven't held the world title but their no laughing joke. Someway or another, they were chosen to be in this match. I know for a fact that no one is expecting me to walk out of this match as the new champion. Fine, the world will be that much more disappointed when I prove everyone wrong.

Blade cocks a grin before continuing.

Now, if you look at each of my opponents individually, you'll see that all have their pros and cons. All have their desires and wants, and all have their story. Let's start with the man who has earned himself the status of, television champion, Zak Shields. When I look at Zak, I have to feel bad for him. See, Zak Shields has been a low end talent here in Thy WWE way before I got here. The dude couldn't catch a break early in his career but as of late, his luck as been turning for the best. Shields earned a spot in this elimination chamber by winning a battle royal and in the same month, he captured the Television Championship.

Now, is he world champion material? I don't think so. Zak has always come up short when the light was shining on him and it will be no difference come Anarchy.

Then we move onto Profressor of Thuganomics, Bob Cena. Bob, I've referenced you as a "paper" champion in Thy WWE history. We've all seen the small rise and the huge fall of POT and many of us thought we saw the last of the Profressor of Thuganomics. POT has the talent but just like Zak Shields, when the light shines too bright, he cracks and breaks down. POT, you have the status of being the youngest Thy WWE champion, but how long did you have that title anyways? A few months? Hell, you took the belt from the other "paper" champion we've had, Kurt Orton. And where is Kurt Orton now? He's long gone. Just like Kurt Orton, when everyone forgot about you, you "retired" just to return when you found out about this match. You'll fail to win this week and then you'll feed off the bottom of the cards until you "retire" again. Quote me on that world. You made a good point on my career though. I am championship material and I've had chance after chance, almost winning the intercontinental championship a few times. But that's before I've realized my true potential. I'm just hitting my peek when you POT ran out of fuel a long time ago. You just haven't hit empty yet.

Since I'm on the top of running out of fuel, I guess I can talk about another former world champion, Jonny Freeman. Jonny announced a return a few months ago and if I'm correct, I don't think he has captured a single win since returning. Jon Freeman is no longer as threat in Thy WWE like he was when I first signed with this company. Jon, you helped form the most dominant group in Thy WWE history, the Knights of the Round table. You've held multiple championships...but now, you're nothing. It's sad Jon. I remember back in Sin City Wrestling. You were one of the best on the roster. There was a time when everyone feared Jonny Freeman. But now, we are just surprised your not dead from all the drugs you've taken in your lifetime. Jon, do Thy WWE huge favor and just stay retired. You have nothing to prove.

You see, I'm the total opposite. I have everything to prove. From being the only SCW star not to sign to Thy WWE right away. I was a disgrace when I appeared in a few matches before signing my actual contract. Whether it was taking down you, Jon at Wrestlemania, or defeating Beno in my first ever "Thy WWE" match. The fans use to hate me, but then I promised a bright future, I went on to take down every Round-Table member. In my first two months, I earned victories over five former world champions. The start of my Thy WWE career couldn't have been any better. I quickly earned two Intercontinental title shots and now, less than two years, I hold the Money in the Bank suitcase and I'm one win away from becoming Thy WWE Champion! I have nothing to lose but everything to gain.

Then we have a man who is destined to become the first ever two time Thy WWE champion. The man that I defeated in my first match, "The One and Only" Beno. Beno can be either a hit or miss when it comes to this chamber. He has the talent, the heart and the passion to be forever remembered as one of the greatest in Thy WWE history. But, like everyone else, he's human and he has his pros and cons. Beno is very emotion driven. He if is in a slump, he'll stay in that slump. But if he gains any confidence, he can be very dangerous. This last few months, he's won all of his matches. He will be one of the favorites to win which makes him a threat. I've been in the ring with Beno and he gives you everything he has. But the thing is, he reads the same play book week in and week out. The man can not evolve his move-set and that makes his very predictable. I know what he has to offer, I know his tricks and that is his weakness. It'll be interesting to see his approach on this match, but this whole week, he's been silent.

Then we have Undefined. His name fits his story. I really don't know much about him other than him getting a spot in this chamber due to some miscommunication. He had a good week a few months ago but then found himself on a losing streak. I wish I could say more on Undefined but I must warn him, he better be ready for the biggest match not only in Thy's history but probably the biggest match he'll be apart of. I'm hungry to walk out of Anarchy with that leather belt Undefined, you'll just be another stepping stone.

Blade leans back into the couch. Blade cracks his neck in one motion and refocuses on the camera. Blade continues to speak.

Up next we have the man who is most favored to win when you look at all the polls, that man is Joey the Bastard. See, Joey and I feuded for a good month and, I must admit, he got the better of me. I faced him twice for the title he use to hold, the intercontinental championship and both times I came up inches short. The third time we faced, I won but sadly the title wasn't up for grabs. Joey, you're talented, you will probably find yourself holding the Thy WWE title in the future, that's how good you truly are. But like I've said many time during this speech, it's my time to shine and I'm not going to let some Bastard ruin it for me. I've been in the ring with you more than one Joey, I know what you have to offer and I'm ready for it. I am ready to overcome everything and anything that's thrown at me. I will not leave Anarchy without the belt I truly deserve.

And last but not least, we have the Thy WWE Champion himself, Christian Knight. The man that "saved" us from the Knights of the Round-table. The man that has not lost since winning the Thy WWE belt. The man that has kept the throne ready for the next leader. Knight, you're the one that everyone one else is aiming for. You asked me if I'm ready to step up and take the crown. I must ask you Knight, are you ready to hand it over? You've been champion all this time, defeating lesser opponents from time to time. You've not once faced off against seven man, all reaching for the belt you hold. You have not once faced off against me as-well. You are the last man I have to bring down and I am glad I have that chance at Anarchy, in front of the whole world. Knight, I am sure you are familiar with the story of David and Goliath. I don't think I have to tell you which one you are. Deep down inside Knight, you're afraid of being inside that chamber. Not only do you have to defend your title against seven men, you've never faced one of them. You have no idea what I can do and that scares you. You know that I could be your match and I will. I will step up and reach that next level. I've said it before and I will say it again, it's my time, to shine and to lead Thy WWE. I just haven't taken the crown yet. Knight, your story as Thy WWE Champion will end and mine will soon begin. It's just a matter of time.

The future is bright for Thy WWE and the future is now.

The age of Blade LaVigne will soon begin

And boys, you'll thank me in the end.

See ya at Anarchy!

Blade with one motion, gets off the couch, nods his head to the camera, with one hand grabs the Money in the Bank suitcase and walks off of view. The camera fades to black as the scene fades to nothing.

[Deleted]

Our story truly starts at 4 AM, on a Sunday. The moon slowly lowering toward the horizon and off in the distance the slight glow of sunlight… life returning to the world after the darkest of nights.

In the city somewhere, a top a bridge railing, stood a figure. His hair flapping behind him as the bitter cold breeze swept past him. His coat bellowing out to his side. He looked out at the city and it was unknown what was on his mind but he looked down and for that brief moment light slide across his face. He paused and took a deep breath. He leant forward and closed his eyes.

From behind him there was a loud scream, the sound of screeching tires and a crash. He opened his eyes. The sign he had been waiting for. He spun and jumped onto the road, running toward the crashed car, now engulfed in flames. He reached for the door handle but he recoiled at the touch. It was red hot and he bare hand couldn’t take the heat. He quickly tore off coat and wrapped it around his fist before driving it through the driver’s side window. The glass shattered and he reached in, dragging out the body in the seat. It was a young woman, she looked up into the man’s eyes and for a second he held her in his arms, before dragging her away from the burning car. He looked down at her face; she was burnt and shook up but on the most part looked ok. He laid his coat over her and stood up, he looked around for help but there was no one. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed “911” and paused as it rang.

“Hello, I need help. A woman has just crashed into the central divide… my location? I don’t have a clue. It’s a bridge, outside of the city.”

He looked down at the girl who was clearly in shock. He smiled at her reassuringly,

“Sweetheart, do you know where we are?”

She whispered the name of the bridge and he repeated it on the phone.

“My name? Jonathan Freeman.”

/

“Mr Freeman, are you ok?”

Jonny blinked, he’d be lost in thought. Staring idly down the hospital corridor. He twitched and turned around.

“The driver, she said why she crashed.”

Jonny looked up at the doctor with an inquisitive look. The doctor leant forward and placed his hand on Jonny’s shoulder. Freeman looked down at it and raised his eyebrow.

“She said there was a man on the railing, that he looked like he was about to jump. That he had long hair and that there was no one else on the bridge. She said it was the man who saved her.”

Jonny forced his shoulder out of the doctor’s hand and wrinkled his nose at the man in disgust. Looking as though this story was completely new to him. He let out a sharp bark of a laugh and shook his head. The doctor looked shocked but Jonny began to walk away, stumbling as he did so he fell straight into a trolley of equipment and slipped down it, pulling half of the items to the floor.

The doctor moved forced and grabbed Jonny’s arm, pulling him to his feet but as soon as Jonny found his footing he snatched his arm out of the doctors grasp. He straightened and for a second the two men stared at each other. Their eyes were locked in a mortal combat, who would blink or twitch first. Jonny frowned and let out a small yelp toward the doctors face. He flinched and Jonny laughed, turning and began walking away.

“Mr Freeman, are you drunk?”

Jonny turned his face angry.

“Fuck you.”

He began to back away before turning completely and walking as quickly as possible away from the scene and before the doctor could do anything, Jonny was gone.

/

The scene opens on a dark dockyard, Jonny stood in front of a flaming barrel, a camera pointing toward his face. He took a second to begin talking.

“There’s an old tradition, when you’re done and leaving and hanging up your boots, you lay on your back and take a loss. Giving your heat to one of the new generation.

I’ve been around the block and I’ve won my fair share. A few years back I kind of lost my way and stopped caring. However, I came back and I thought yeah, I put my neck on the line. I’ll be something special, I tried my best to be something again but I was wrong. I got shot down and ruined, I got blamed and everyone who I respected shot me down. I got called for my substance abuse. I got blamed for being weak.

See, I wasn’t even going to come back but I got a phone call and Christian Knight had this gleaming idea. See there was going to be a match, a match so big it was going to be the greatest thing in all of Thy’s history. It was the best of the best and vs the new best. It was classic but modern. Old and new together as one.

Well, see this was something I’d been waiting for, for a very long time. Talk of legends against new talent and current talent. Something for the oldies and the newies. Every fan would have something to enjoy.

So I agree and I step up, I come and I walk backstage and I am not going to lie to you guys. You respect each other backstage. Out in the ring you say harsh shit but backstage you all friend. You’re co-workers after all. Yet for me I didn’t get shit, I was just some old timer with nothing to my name.

See then I find out everyone I’m facing so lets list ‘em.

We got P.O.T a guy who prides himself on being next level style entertainment. He’s got everything going for him. He’s talented and a good guy but he doesn’t understand respect. See he goes on that I was this figure he looked up to but my drug habits reminded him of his daddy and his daddy issues. Daddy was a drinker, daddy was a junkie and daddy was abusive. Well mate the thing is, that’s life. Hell my dad was cunt, a big one and the truth is that you shouldn’t take it out on me. See I find it funny, a guy with such a problem for drugs yet he calls himself POT, which is of course a name for weed and his best friend goes by the CRACK. I mean seriously, talk about hypocrites, talk about stupidity. He moans and bitches about looking up to me and me letting him down. Yet when I try to come back and be something, when I try to make up for the bad things I did. He throws it in my face. I come back and I try to shake this mans hand and he rejects it and looks at me in disgust.”

Jonny reaches down into a bag, which is lay at his feet. He pulls out a POT shirt. It’s one of POT’s classic designs. It was red with pretty pictures on it. Kinda ugly and shitty but hey whatever. He looks down at it for a second before showing it to the camera. Jonny spits a greenie into the shirt and throws it into the fire.

“Screw you POT, I tried to be your friend, I tried to be respectful but you, you treat me like shit. So fuck you!”

Jonny lets out a bark of a laugh and smiles

“Then we got Joey the Bastard, I mean the name alone suggests what I’m going to say about this guy. Now this guy is consistent and good in the ring but nowadays, he’s flaky. He just doesn’t seem to keep up and the guy looks like a cross between some good charlotte and junkie faggot. I mean the guy is a good wrestler but he could do with a little less botching, if you catch my drift. This guy is actually one of the only guys I respect, because he’s not a complete douchebag. Yet I gotta kick his ass because I ain’t losing to this chump.”

Jonny reaches down and pulls out a Joey the Bastard cap. He snorts at it and flings it into the fire.

“Blade, most likely the guy I got the most history with in this match. A guy who I admit was neglected back in the day. I was champion and he was jealous. Now that seems to be Blades life. See Blade is always, always a number one contender or almost. Yet when it comes to actually winning the title, he can never do it. He’s never good enough and why? Because he just doesn’t have the spunk for it. Blade has never held a world title and I’ve held 4, at different federations. Blade and me have a rivalry and we have for the longest time now. See He was jealous in SCW but that’s the point. Old times, old rivalry, old habits. Now there was this one times. I remember it well, this fed started up not many members but me and Blade we went together. It was rehash of SCW and me and Blade made it to the final round and when we went at it. The night the match was airing, the owner threw in the towel he couldn’t handle it. That owner, well AK left pretty quickly but he did let me know one thing. Script had it that I was gonna win and Blade could never accept it, years down the line he wangles it with management to have with me and storyline himself as a winner, building for some storyline bullshit. So Blade, I promise you, I ain’t gonna lay down this time. Not again because I have self respect and no matter what you do. No matter what you throw at me. I will leave the better man.”

Jonny pulls out a Blade action figure and twists the head around backwards, causing it to crack violently. He threw it into the fire and the plastic rubber began to melt and drip down the face of the doll.

“Zak Shields and Undefined. I don’t know you guys; I don’t want to know you guys. You’re not even b-rate wrestlers. One of you made it into this match by being a runner up. I mean you ain’t even meant to be here undefined. That’s another thing I don’t get. Undefined? Seriously? Undefined what exactly? Name? Age? Gender? Species? I mean give us some clue to exactly what you are because as it goes I don’t know shit about you, I don’t even know who you are and they ain’t a good thing for you. You ain’t no threat. You ain’t shit. Hell you’re worse then your buddy Zak here. Least I know about Zak, well kind of. Some kid who came to Thy thinking he could make it big. Won a few matches and got a little heat but the guy he likes to go off radar, a lot. Psst he ain’t shit.”

Jonny pulls out a doll with a question mark stuck over the face.

“Undefined didn’t even have a doll. Or maybe they put it in the Barbie section, I’m not sure but oh well, I made this one just for him.”

He tosses it into the fire and pulls out a Zak plastic cup set.

“Seriously what the hell are these people thinking when they make this shit?”

Jonny smirks before ripping the cup set up and throwing it into the barrel.

“Next we got Beno, a guy who has had a good run and is a personal friend of mine. He’s the only guy I’m willing to lay on my back for, he’s the only one in that ring I class as a friend but that doesn’t mean that if he wants it, I won’t stand tall and knock the mother fucker on his ass because that’s the thing. Respect is a big thing in this industry and I respect him. I watched him in the Knights when me and Sydney and William sat by and formed the super group, the best stable in Thy history. Better then society, better then internal, better then the KA Army. So Beno, this is it. It’s you and me, we’ll be the last men standing because you and me, this is our moment so do me proud brother.”

Jonny reaches down and pulls out a Beno shirt before slowly lowering it into the fire. The only one he hadn’t tossed in the barrel yet.

“Lastly, our champion. Christian Knight. A man who honestly, shouldn’t of been champion this long. He’s cheated, he’s lied and he’s broken every rule that you can think of. Vince lets him rule the roost because he’s scared of having to actually do any work for the federation. Christian Knight isn’t a good man, he’s a liability and he’s a problem that needs fixing. He won’t leave champion, he won’t leave whole and he most certainly won’t leave respected.”

Jonny pulls out a toy championship belt with the name Christian Knight etched into it. He spits on it before throwing it into the fire. He watches for a moment as the flames engulf and burn away at the cheap plastic.

“Just like you Knight, weak, cheap and fake. Now don’t ever forget that because the truth is we all know it. You ain’t shit, you a fluke, just like Sheamus, just like Robin, just like me. A piece of shit with no dignity to their name, just a few memories, a wide vocabulary and language even Gordon Ramsay would be ashamed of. Not to mention the substance abuse, the courts cases and the fact that deep down, in every single one of us. We’re just broken and hurting and we know we never mattered. We just thought we did.

At Anarchy, may the best man win, may the victor leave a champion and eventually they will become us. A washed up, sell out. With no real reason to be here. Just a title reign that everyone will forget in the end.”

Jonny reaches into the bag and pulls out a Jonny “The Rockstar” Freeman air guitar. He looked down at it for a second smiling. He threw it into the barrel and bowed his head in silence for a second, the glow of the fire burning an orange-y red glow into his eyes.

“Eight men, one price, pure anarchy and honestly, the end of an era.”

Jonny pushed the barrel over and it’s contents rolled out, melted and disfigured, falling off the side of the dock and into the sea. Jonny let out a sigh and for second, just one pure second. He looked like the old Jonny, the one who gave a shit. He turned and walked away, the thudding of his footsteps still being heard on the camera as he faded into the inky black distance. He was not a new man, he was not reborn but he was who he had always been. Jonathan Freeman, a man with no purpose but a wrestler with hope.

End.

[Joey The Bastard]

The Bastard sat in his window booth inside of Grounds Café in Cleveland, Ohio. It wasn’t much to look at when you passed by outside, but the interior of the café had a welcoming vibe to it. The staff were cheerful and welcoming, and the prices were decent. Not like Starbucks… The Bastard would never be caught dead in a Starbucks. He just wasn’t a coffee type of guy. The only reason why he was here in this particular instant, was to meet up with one of his old buddies from AA.

　

Joey flew his friend in using his own wallet. David was the guy’s name, and they went way back. Stirring up shit on the streets of Vancouver. Taking anything they could get their hands on to escape reality. And, don’t forget about the booze. Joey lost count a long time ago of how many times he had pissed on David’s couch while passed out drunk.

　

But, those were fun times, there was never any doubt about that. Would Joey change it? Does he regret those times? No, not really. But, he wouldn’t go back if he had the choice to. While it was fun at the time, he felt hopeless. Booze and drugs, booze and drugs, then sleep it off… wake up and do it all over again. It was a vicious cycle, and The Bastard was in a million times better place now. Maybe that’s why David had reached out to him.


“Can I get you a coffee?” a waitress asked, jostling Joey out of his introversion.

　

“Hmm? Oh, nah. No thanks. Not much of a coffee guy.” Joey was looking out the window for his friend. “I’ll just have a water, thanks. Just waiting for somebody anyway.”


“No problem! Be right back with that,” the waitress said before heading back to the bar.


Joey continued to stare out the window. David was late, of course. Joey glanced at the clock on the wall.


1:12


“Fucker.” The Bastard said to himself as the waitress came back to drop off his water. She placed it on the table above his right hand. “Thanks.”



Joey took a gulp of water and looked out the window once again.


“Finally!” Joey said to himself as he saw David crossing the street toward the café.


David was shorter than Joey was. He stood only about 5’6”. He wore baggy pants and a baggy shirt covered by a wind breaker. The Bastard thought to himself that his style hadn’t changed one bit and cocked a smirk, chuckling. David’s hair - which Joey assumed was unwashed and dishevelled - was covered by a black toque, or beanie as you Yankees know them as. David had bad teeth. Like, really bad teeth. Crack head level teeth. Joey had always assumed that David’s breath probably smelled like week old dead bodies, but he never got close enough to Dave’s mouth to find out. He also had scars on his face from constant picking of scabs. He had dark sunken eyes, complete with crow’s feet to boot. But, he was always a good friend. They lived together, and they fought together. They went through their own internal wars together, and they helped each other along the way. Any time one of them said that they were done drinking, or never gonna smoke another joint again, the other would support them even though they knew it wasn’t gonna happen. But, that’s what friends do. They help each other, and support each other no matter what.


David walked in to the café and searched the room for Joey. Their eyes met as Joey gave him a nod from across the room. A smile covered David’s face as he walked over. The Bastard got up out of his seat to greet his old buddy. His old pal. His old chum.


“Buddy!” David said loudly, not giving a damn if he disturbed anybody.

　

The two exchanged a massive bro-hug the likes of which had never been seen. “Good to see you, man.” Joey told him, sincerely.

　

“Same here, Broseph. You’re lookin’ like an Eminem mutha fucka these days. Where’d the ‘hawk go?”

　

“Oh the hawk will always be there. It’s just that the sides are just as long as the hawk it self. Rock it til’ I die!”

　

They shared a laugh and then sat down across from each other in the booth. The waitress approached but before she could say anything, David piped up.


“Just gimme a coffee, thanks.”

　

The waitress wasn’t offended or anything. She was used to rude people by now. She just nodding and moved on to complete the task that David had assigned to her.

　

“So, how was the flight? Anything you need, just ask. You’re my guest.”

　

“Flight was a little messed up, man.” David said. Luckily, he had never taken LSD, or he wouldn’t be allowed to fly. “Scary thing a plane is. I was paranoid as shit to tell you the truth.”

　

The Bastard laughed, then said “Well, you’re here now. Alive and well.” Joey paused for a moment, then added. “You are well, aren’t you?”

　

“For now, but it’s getting close, bro.” The body language of David quickly changed, and Joey noticed right away. “I’m getting closer and closer to my breaking point every day. I wanna get high. I wanna get wasted. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.”

　

“Don’t you remember the way you used to feel every morning?” Joey asked. “Isn’t that drive enough to wanna stay clean? I mean, both of us have almost died on countless occasions. That’s encouragement enough for me right there.”

　

“Yeah, but you get better eventually.” David was letting the addicition in his brain do the talking now. “The shakes go away.”

　

“Yeah, but one of these times, they won’t. And you’ll be doing the Hastings shuffle for every day of your life after.” The Bastard was a little concerned for Dave’s state of mind now. “That shit can go terminal.”

　

“Hasn’t yet after all these years.”


“Don’t give me the bullshit, Dave.” Joey was getting pissed off at him. “This isn’t even you talking to me. You don’t realise that the addiction is doing the talking for you? Snap out of it, man. You’ve been clean for what? Five years now? You know how to combat those urges. We all know how to fight the feelings. Just stick to your guns. Keep at it. It’s always gonna be hard. It’s always gonna be a struggle. For the rest of your life, you will be fighting. You can’t give up the fight, cause if you do… you might as well just be dead. It’s like just pulling the plug on your own life support. Keep up with your hobbies. Get in to some sports or something. You were always good at shooting hoops, I remember that.”

　

“Yeah, man, I know all this shit, but sometimes it’s not enough. I get triggers..”

　

“We all do.”

　

“It’s like the walls are closing in around me and the only way to stop them is put that bottle to my mouth, or stick that needle in my arm.” David had a look of fear on his face. He knew he was in real danger.

　

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Joey said. “You’re staying with me. In the hotel.”

　

“Nice!”

　

“And don’t worry, I got a room with out a mini bar.”

　

They shared another laugh then David looked out the window.

　

“I kinda wanna go for a walk. Check this town out a little.”

　

“Hey, no problem. Here…” Joey slid a piece of paper across the table to David. “That’s the address of the hotel. I gotta hit the stadium for a bit to do some training, but I should be back to the room by like nine.”

　

“Okay, bro sounds good.” David got up as did Joey. They shook hands then hugged again. “Thanks a lot for doing this. It means a lot.”

　

“It ain’t no thang, baby.” Joey said as they stopped with the hug.

　

The waitress came back with the coffee as David was setting off for his walk. She looked around confused as David looked back at Joey and said, “Catch ya later, dude.”

　

Joey put a five dollar bill on the table. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it. Peace out. See ya later tonight at the hotel.”

　

David walked out and The Bastard sat back down at the table, watching his friend walking away.


“He’ll be alright.”

　

That night, after training in the ring at the stadium, The Bastard approached the door to his hotel room. He was excited to hang out with old buddy. He popped the card in the slot and the red light turned green. Joey opened the door and called out.

　

“YAY-EE-YAY!”

　

No response.

　

“I fuckin’ said… YAY-EEEEEEEE-YAY!”

　

Still no call back from David. Was he here? Joey walked in to the room and in to the living room area. David was there alright, but he was sleeping on the couch. The Bastard thought, oh, okay. Cool. But then he saw something. David’s pants were covered with piss. Joey placed his palm over his mouth as he looked down as his friend passed out drunk on the couch.

　

“Fuck sakes.”



***



The scene opens up inside a museum of paleontology. The building is empty of people, but many fossils and exhibits are still fully intact. The camera pans across to find Joey the Bastard standing beside a full size set of dinosaur bones. He looking up at a Tyrannosaurus Rex fossil while in a deep state of thought. Without looking in to the camera, he speaks...



JTB: I used to love dinosaurs growing up as a kid. Giant flesh eating lizards used to rule the world, and that was something that always interested me. Yeah, I used to love 'em... But not any more... Dinosaurs are said to have become extinct about sixty five million years ago, but they never really went extinct... they just changed form. See, there's been an infestation here in Thy WWE for quite some time, and it's not cockroaches, or ants, or any bugs... Thy WWE is infested with dinosaurs. Real life, living dinosaurs that just won't go away. They just won't do what they're supposed to and die! They cling to their past glories, hungering for another shot at greatness, pushing all of the deserving guys in the back to the side, or even holding them down to get what they desire...



It makes me sick to my stomach.



Gone are the days in wrestling where the older guys would step aside to let the newer talent take the ball and run with it. I mean, what the hell is Dominic Reynolds doing wrestling on Raw? Isn't he supposed to be retired? Guess not! I guess Vince and his gang of puppets would rather take that spot on the card away from a deserving superstar... somebody with potential. Somebody that the fans actually wanna see. But, no... we get stuck with dinosaurs dominating the main event week in and week out. Sure, they throw us a few scraps every now and then, but only when they feel like they deserve a break. When it would really mean something, these fossils snatch up the opportunity like a fat kid snatches up the last piece of cake at his own birthday party.



The big wigs...



The fat cats...



The dinosaurs.



Like the T-Rex here... Beno, the tyrannical King himself... Beno hasn't been able to hang with the new breed for a long time, so he insists that he only compete against other dinosaurs like himself. It's sad to see, really. He was once the king of jungle, but while everybody else around him started to evolve, Beno stayed the same. It was almost like he was trying to live off of my life force when we were so called brothers in the Knights of the Round Table. Beno knew he was going down hill fast, and he still knows this. Why else would he demand to only compete against guys just like him? Cause he knew if he were to face somebody like Prince Xavier, or Triana that he would be made to look like a fool. You all saw our match at WrestleMania... not only did I beat Beno, but I beat his ass! We beat the living piss outta eachother, and he hasn't been the same since. He's been in hiding. It's almost like he's scared to compete against anybody deserving cause he's knows he's gonna lose... Beno's a smart man, but he'll always be a coward...



How does it feel, Beno? How does it feel to know that the guy that you hand picked to help take the Knights to the next level turned out to be better than you? How does it feel to know that that during that entire time it was you who was living in my shadow? I was the one drawing all the heat. I was the one putting all the asses in the seats, doing the dirty work. And it was you who reaped all the rewards like the decrepit fuckin' piece of shit dinosaur you are. Using me to get you to the top. To get the title...



Sickening.



That's how it must feel. That's how I feel now that I realize what you were always all about... Taking up spots on the card so you put on a match against some former Thy WWE reject that nobody wants to see. We could have had Rufio taking on Bob Cena, or even had Zak Shields take on the Bastard for the first time ever! That's the type of shit that fans wanna see, and the powers that be are so out of touch, wrapped up in their own egos, that they don't give a damn about what the fans want... It's "all about me" with the big wigs...



Me... me... me...



The Bastard starts to walk away from the T-Rex and approaches the Pterodactyl exhibit...



JTB: Speaking of self righteous pricks, let's everybody welcome back Jonny "The Rockstar" Freeman... What's that? Nobody cares? Nobody really wanted you to come back? Ouch... That must sting. It's a joke that you're even in this match to be honest. You did nothing to deserve to be in it. You just knocked on Vince's door and said, "Hey, can I come back?" and Vince, like an idiot, says "Sure, Jonny, you can come back, but on one condition. You have to accept a free shot at the World Title. It's non-negotiable!" Then Jonny's like "Well, if I have to..."



Please! The guy's first run as champion was a joke, too! Sheamus was on his way out, still the champ, and the big wigs started to panic... "Oh no! We need a Champion! Who deserves it? This guy? No, not him. How bout Jonny? He's a dinosaur like us, plus we used to wrestle together in this other shitty fed that fuckin' died, so yeah... Jonny's the champ! The under-serving champ!"



Does that sit well with you, Jonny? Knowing that your World Title reign in Thy was practically handed to you on a silver platter. The way I see it, is that the powers that be and the elite dinosaur club have been trading the World Title amongst each other since the day the doors opened! But what's that you say? Kurt Orton became the champ! Bob Cena became the champ, too! But they snatched that up quick when they realized that Cena actually had a pretty vocal fan base... "Uh oh, we can't have anybody out-shining the Boys' Club." So they took the title back to the inner circle, and who'd they give it to?



You guessed it...



Another god damn piece of shit dinosaur!



But, at least Barton eventually died out like the others were supposed to do. Guys like Freeman here... they just won't go away. You had your chance Freeman... it sucked, and we all moved on. You should, too. Just go home! We all forgot about you, and we'd really like to do it again. You may be flying high right now. You might be on top of the world! But just like this dinosaur right here I'm standing next to... eventually you're gonna come crashing back down to earth, and if I have to be the one to clip your wings, so be it...



The Bastard moves on to the next exhibit. The Velociraptor.



JTB: Ah, Christian Knight, the fast thief... The worst one of them all. the guy who has all the power, and still feels he needs to hog all the spotlight... You know Christian, for a while there I was starting to admire your reign. The longest reign in Thy history, good job. But then I got to thinking... Why has he been the champ for so long? Is it because he really is that good? Nope! It's because he hand picks his opponents, and picks the less talented guys over the guys who really deserve it. Jacob Senn? Did anybody actually think that Jacob Senn was gonna win that match? Beno? TWICE!? Keeping it in the family, eh Christian? I'm surprised Austin Starr didn't come out of retirement to take a crack at the title, but that would go against your strategy of only facing weaker opponents now wouldn't it? Cause people can say that the champ goes in to the Chamber match with a distinct disadvantage, but that's just the way that they're perceiving things. In actual fact, the Chamber match actually benefits the Champion. I'm sure Knight has rigged the shit to make sure that he enters last after the rest of us have been going to war for a good twenty minutes already. Knight comes in a fresh as a daisy, picking up the pieces by eliminating a couple guys who already have a shit load of damage done to them. Or he could even just sit back, and hide while the others destroy each other, wait till the end and roll up the last guy from behind after they just eliminated somebody.



Christian Knight is actually in real good shape heading in to this thing. That is, if The Bastard wasn't in it too, of course. You guys realize that Joey the Bastard has not once... not fucking once... had a one-on-one match for the World Championship? It's only been multi-man matches where the numbers take effect. In a one-on-one match for that World Championship, I don't give a damn who the Champ is, but I'm walking out with the belt no matter what. That right there is the only reason why Christian Knight is still the champion... because he hasn't faced me yet, one-on-one, with the title on the line. And he knows this! That's the best part! Christian Knight knows that I'd beat him. That's why I never got the shot that I deserve. It should have been Joey the Bastard versus Christian Knight at WrestleMania, but they had to throw their hand-picked future champ, Scott Wilson in to the mix and screw it all up. See, the only way to compete with the dinosaurs, apparently, is to be groomed in to one. They tried to groom this kid in their likeness so that he could take over. The kid was here for like two months, and started kissing ass, and the big wigs were like, "Ooooo, I like him!" and decided that he could be the one to beat Christian Knight, and Knight was probably gonna even lie down for the kid! His little pet project...



But the kid screwed it all up. He started to think for himself and started forming his own opinions, and they put a stop to that real quick, and look where Scott Wilson is today... That`s right.



Who the hell knows?



The difference between me and every body else is that I don't need to dance. I don't need to pretend to be somebody who I'm not. What you see is what you get, and what you're looking at is the most hardcore sonavabitch in the world of wrestling, Joey the Bastard! I am who I am, and nobody else... This is me!



Joey points up to the ceiling at a large asteroid in the center of the museum...



JTB: I'm the damn asteroid that's gonna wipe out every last one of these dinosaurs.The ground will crumble when I strike, and I will put an end to thie prehistoric age here in Thy WWE. It's time to kill the dinosaurs...



Once and for all!



The Bastard bends over and grabs a sledgehammer. He swings it and takes out the Velociraptor fossil. Dust and bones fly through the air...



Dinosaurs will die.



***



We open in the backstage area of Thy WWE Anarchy live on Pay-Per-View for an exclusive ThyWWE.com with Burris Troy.



Troy: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just a few hours away from an explosive event here at Thy WWE Anarchy. What a night we have in store for you, but nothing compares to our main event. An Elimination Chamber Match for the Thy WWE World heavyweight Championship, and joining me now is one of the eight men who will be taking part in this historic match... Joey the Bastard.



The Bastard strolls in to the shot.



JTB: First thing's first, Burry. Smokes, let's go...



JTB gestures to Burris Troy to hand them over...



Troy: Smokes? I don't...



JTB: Smokes, let's go!



Troy: *sigh*



Burris reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He opens it up, and pulls out a cigarette...



JTB: I said smokes... Plural.



Burris sighs again and pulls out a second cigarette, and hands them over to The Bastard. Joey takes the smokes and puts them behind his ear...



JTB: Okay, go...



Troy: JTB, this may very well be the most important match of your career, and going in to this match, what do you have to say about being the odds on favorite to win?



JTB: You're damn right, I'm the favorite, but what makes tonight any different? Every match I'm in I'm the favorite. It's nothing new! But, every body's talking about how there's a curse in being the favorite. The favorite never really wins, do they? Well, the curse is broken tonight, cause I'm taking that belt home with me, Burry.



Troy: well, what about your opponents tonight? Do you have any thoughts on them?



JTB: Yeah, of course I do... I'm gonna wipe the floor with every last one of them! You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific...



Troy: Okay, let's start with Blade LaVigne...



JTB: The Future, Blade Lavigne, you mean...



Troy: Indeed.



JTB: Well, that's just false advertisement right there. Blade Lavigne isn't the future. The baddest bastard on the planet is the real future of professional wrestling. I've already beaten Blade... twice! And sure, he beat me once, but that was when there was nothing on the line. He needed that win, and he got it, but when there's a title on the line there's no way Blade Lavigne is gonna beat Joey the Bastard. Two out of the three matches that we had were for the IC Title, and both of those matches... I won. I needed those wins, and after losing to me twice, Blade needed the third one. I need this win tonight, absolutely, and when you need something badly enough, you do everything in your power to get it. Sure, Blade may need this win, but he doesn't need it as much as I do.



Blade is supposed to be some sort of savoir here in Thy WWE, but what has he done to save us? It's still the same old crap going on here. The main event is being dominated by guys who don't wanna give way to new talent. Blade is still attempting to fight the good fight, but he's done nothing to help Thy WWE. The guy hasn't even won a Championship yet! Hold on to that briefcase, Blade, cause you're gonna need it for the IC Title after you fail tonight... just like you've failed in saving Thy WWE.



If there ever was a guy who was the savior of Thy WWE... you're lookin' at him! I got the skills to get the job done which is something that Blade LaVigne is obviously lacking... Vince McMahon's golden boy... No wonder he's done so well for himself! Does the word conspiracy mean anything to you, Burry?



Troy: Are you saying that the only reason Blade LaVigne is so successful is because Vince McMahon himself was the man who brought him in to this company? Even going as far as to saying that Vince McMahon could be paving Blade LaVigne a smoother road to traverse than other Thy WWE Superstars?



JTB: Hey, Burry, you said it, not me...



Troy: Well, what about Undefined? A man whom many feel does not belong in this match up...



JTB: I'm sorry, who?



Troy: Undefined?



JTB: Doesn't ring a bell...



Troy: Big guy... long hair... tattoos...



JTB: Not a clue. Next question.



Troy: You seem to be extremely vocal about other talent being held down in Thy WWE, yet two of your opponents clawed and scratched their way in to this match. Bob Cena and Zak Shields...



JTB: That's right. They did scratch. They did claw. And I'm glad that they got in to this match. I'm not worried about the dinosaurs in this match, but if there were two guys who I might be worried about, it's Bob Cena and Zak Shields. They're hungry. Shots like this don't come very often in Thy WWE in this day and age, and I'm happy that they're in it. I'm gonna kick their asses but at least it's not a golden age main event if you catch my drift...



Zak Shields, I dig your heart, and your mentor is the shiznit, but how long exactly did it take you to finally get that TV Title that you were desperately trying to attain? Year and a half, maybe two? Talk about a late bloomer, and way to set your goals low, Zak. The TV Title means nothing in comparison to the World Title. What are you doing trying to get the TV Title? And, you're all upset because nobody seems to be making a big deal that you finally won it... NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE TV TITLE! Go big or go home, Zak! You should have been trying to get the big one from the first time you laced up those boots. The TV Title... it's like it consumed you! Or maybe you feel like that's the best you could do? Maybe if you stick with the lower level talent, you'll never lose? You can't play with the big dogs, is that it? Well, let me tell you something, Zak...



You're right.



You can't run with the big dogs, and there's no shame in that. Just remember that as you're leaving the Chamber in defeat, looking back at me holding that title high above my head... A true champion! Not some champion of the jabronis like you are. But, okay, fine... You're the TV Champion, yay! Are you happy now? Or are you feeling down on yourself, knowing that that's all you'll ever be good enough to get...



Cause if you're feeling down on yourself, turn right back around and don't even bother... This match is gonna be so intense... so brutal... You really gotta head in to it in the right state of mind. Kinda like an acid or mushroom high. Go in cloudy... you're screwed!



And Bob Cena... the Professor of Thuganomics... You got some talent there, boyo, but not because of your wannabe gangster shtick, but because you go out there and put on a show. They may boo the hell outta you, but they still came to see you. They paid to see you! Just like they paid to see me and Zak Shields and, for some reason, Blade LaVigne... They respect us for what we stand for, and for what we do for this business. We compete. We fight! We don't use politics and social status to rig the game. We earn everything we get. Too bad, though, cause this time the only thing you've earned is a beat down. I am the best wrestler in this match. I am the best wrestler in this damn building, and there ain't gonna be no fluke championship reign for you this time...



***SPOILER ALERT***



The favorite wins.



And you're gonna have to go on and continue to be what you were born to be. Second best... Not quite good enough... Best in the world? Quit lying to yourself, bro. Nobody else is buying it! Quit drinkin' your own brand of turd-flavored Kool-Aid, and have a cup of reality. And that reality is that Joey the Bastard is better than you are. Best in the World? Apparently not, eh?



This is my time! I've squandered chances in the past, but that ain't happening this time. I'm too close. I can taste it! I can feel that gold around my waist the same way that a man feels his hand still there after he loses it. The only difference is that it was never there... Kind of a trip, isn't it? How can I remember something that has never happened? It's cause when the blueprints of my DNA were produced, *Champion* was the main ingredient in my genetic code. Somebody just forgot to add the gold is all... And it's about time I filled that void again with the most prestigious championship belt that the wrestling world has ever known...



The Thy WWE World Heavyweight Championship...



It will be glorious.



Troy: Well, there you have it, folks! Tune in tonight, live on Pay-Per-View and see it all unfold before your very eyes... Will Christian Knight continue on in his historic title reign? Or will the unthinkable happen? Could Undefined be the next World Champion?



JTB: HA!



Troy: Or, it could very well be Joey the Bastard's time after all! There's only one way to find out! JTB, thank you for joining me and good luck!



JTB sneers at the camera...



Director: Allright, cut, you're off. Thanks, guys.



JTB: No prob, hey do they got the Chamber set up out there yet?



Director: Yeah, they were doing some photo shoots and stuff with it earlier. you should check it out, it's awesome!



JTB: Yeah, I'll for sure do that before the fans start showing up... PEACE!



JTB takes off down the hall, heading to the ring...



***



Awesome didn't even begin to describe it...



More like phenomenal!



I've never seen anything like this in my life. I've seen 'em on TV and stuff, but having it right in front of your face... And I get to fight in this thing?



Carnage...



Pure carnage, plain and simple.



Anarchy,


In its purest form, and that's where I thrive. Death and destruction...



And don't forget the chaos.



I approach slowly at first, but the hairs start to rise on the back of my neck. Goose bumps form up my forearms and I start to run. But I'm not running away from it. I'm running towards it!



I leap up the steps and enter the ring inside the Chamber. I taunt the invisible crowd... I can see them, but anybody watching this might think I've lost my marbles... I rock out in the ring and the crowd cheers. This is so fuckin' sweet... What I love about this business! I see a faceless opponent across from me and the invisible crowd boos. I pick him up in my own head and drop him with a Skrewdriver... I cover...



I count along with the crowd, whispering...



"One, two, three! Ding ding ding"



I jump up, arms held high as the invisible crowd chants my name and roars as we are both victorious. Then, in my best Phil Latio impression, I say...



"He's done it! Joey the Bastard has done it! The NEW Thy WWE World Champion!"



This is so fuckin' sweet... I go over and stand on the second turnbuckle, posing while flash bulbs go off in my brain...



This is the moment.



Then it stops... Back to reality. Empty arena, empty ring, and I'm standing on the second turnbuckle with my arms raised like a damn lunatic. There I go again, daydreaming like some high school kid. This time, it will all happen, though, and this time, after all is said and done... After I become Champion...



I'm havin' a fuckin' drink.

[Dominic Reynolds]

No Beno......

That is really disappointing.......

[Undefined]

''Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.” -Bruce Lee

Undefined is Found Laying restless On his Bed. With Sweat drops dripping Down from his forehead. Undefined wakes up and looks to the wall next to the Door. A Thermometer is seen Raising up to 79 Degrees. He picks his body up wiping the sweat off his Forehead.

Undefined thinks to Himself. 

This week I got one of the most toughest And most Important match In my entire Career these past few weeks I have been off my game. Just a little something to throw my opponents off. But I promise if they take me for granted I will hit them harder then they expect. This time Its no joke I'm am not giving out I will use the chamber as my weapon as my Playground of Pain to use against The other Wrestlers. This time I'm doing it for Scott Wilson.

Undefined pulls the sheets off his body and leaves the bedroom He walks too the Bathroom flips the light-switch and Turns on the Chrome faucet. The sink takes a couple seconds before water starts coming out. he cups his hands together and lets water fill up before he rubs his face. He grabs the Dirty rag to the right Of the skin and Drys his face off. He looks in the shattered mirror and lets out a big sigh.

This week I'm going straight to the Devils House. Stepping in with Demons that are more experienced, But I got more of an Edge on the Oldies. I'm faster and more durable I should be able to out Strength them and Run them 9 out of 10 times. This is where Im gonna Progress and Take down my opponents. When the time is right...

Undefined leaves the bathroom and Shuts the bathroom light-off. He walks back into his room and Looks at the T.V Its a old school Bruce lee movie. The scene is Bruce lee going toe to toe with Chuck Norris. Undefined Crawls back into his bed and sets his Clock to 6:30 in the Morning. He Brings the cover over his body and Goes to sleep. The alarm Makes a loud bleep noise and Within seconds Undefined jumps off the bed and hits the snooze button on the Clock. He looks toward the clock and it says 9:46.

Woke up late again. Well its never to late to start my workout.

Undefined Walks to the bathroom, Grabs his toothbrush and puts toothpaste and starts brushing his teeth. He rinses his mouth with water and then Washes his face. He walks to the kitchen And Grabs his Ipod and puts on some joggers and steps out his House. He goes for a 30 minute jog around his House. Someone calls Undefined phones. The contact is Under Dan. His older brother,

Dan: Brother how are you doing. I hear you got a title shot coming up in the next PPV, the elimination chamber . The devils Playground and you going against the top names in the Company, How you feeling about that?

Undefined: Not confident at all. I'm going against the top guns of the Company, I know damn well there gonna give it there all This week and I'm going to do the same. No doubt about it, This is my glory moment. These other man Don't know whats going to hit them when I get in the ring. I'm gonna show them, There expecting the no-show Undefined. There in for their own medicine. Me and the rest of the world Knows I'm going into this match as an Underdog and I will come out a champion.

Dan: That what I like to hear. Haha lets meet up and Talk maybe we can work out together like old times. I still remember, When you had your first match its been a month or so.

Undefined: Sure we can meet up. I can meet you at your house in 2 hours.

Undefined hangs up the phone without waiting for an answer. and Starts doing his late morning jog, He finishes and walks back to his house. as soon as he gets in there is a letter on the table. The letter read Brianna Undefined's Ex girlfriend.

Brianna: Hey babe, I miss you and I will come and support you this week When you get into your biggest match of your career so far. I know your going against the biggest names the company has to offer. But I promise you will do good, I've been watching you train lately and your gone so far lately. I love you and wish you the best. -Brianna

Undefined places the letter back on the table and whispers to himself.

Undefined: I will.

Undefined takes off his clothes and walks to the bathroom and gets in the shower. The warm touch of the Water cools Undefined off. He starts thinking to himself.

Looks like This is the real deal. I got P.O.T , Christian knight, Zak, Blade, Beno, Sigh the rest is history.

Undefined gets out the shower and puts on a fresh pair of clothes. and walks to the bus stop. He waits 4 minutes before the next bus comes. He gets on the bus and finds a seat near the back. He is getting ready to go to his brothers house. The bus  stops at his brothers house and Undefined gets off the bus. Undefined starts walking up the block until he got in-front of his brothers house and he rings the door bell. his brother walks towards the door and Opens it slowly.

Dan: Welcome bro Long time no see. How you doing Also how you feeling about this match you have coming up against The top dogs. Me and you both know your going into this one as an underdog and trying to come out a champion.

Undefined: Of course I was born for this. This was my life long dream and its finally coming true making my name for myself. 

Dan walks off with Undefined following him from behind. They walk to the living room, and Sit down on the couch Dan just brought form Ikea. 

Undefined: So what are we going to do today?

Dan: Well I'm leaving soon you do what you have to do . I left a camera with a tape recorder on the kitchen table.I will be back in a hour

Dan leaves the house. Undefined gets up and walks to the kitchen to grab the Camera. He heads up stairs and sets the camera up In a dark room with a Couch in the back

Undefined: This week I'm going to the devils playground and I'm going against the top names of the company. Everyone knows I'm going to be the under dog of this match. And I will do everything in my power to win this match and become the new champion. Lately I have been getting lucky. Just like P.O.T mentioned but my luck isn't over yet. I was put in this match for a reason to show THYWWE what I have in store and what I have to offer. 

Undefined: Blade is just a mere joke that gets what ever he wants through whining. this is the least of the threats this match has to offer. Just cause he has the money in the bank doesn't mean he is god and can do what ever he wants to do.

Undefined: P.O.T is probably the biggest threat I have in this match. But for nothing he left for a long time and now he wants to come back. haha this must be a joke to me and the Company. I would have rather seen scott wilson in this match not you. We have had history The rap battle and many more, But don't take me lightly Because that will be your downfall if you do

Undefined: Now we have Zak shields, The man that beat me in the battle royal to be placed in this match. That match was a fluke. Zak just got lucky I gave him a break, But this time there wont be any breaks I'm going to give everything I got in this match.

Undefined: Now we have Beno. A good friend a mentor and a sucker to the game. he is one Opponent That I will love to fight all the time If I have the chance. But now this Is the time I can finally show Him what I really got in stores for him. This is going to be a match he was never able to walk in to.

Undefined: Now joey the bastard a good friend, And a big enemy. I know what he has and what he can offer to me in the match, But I'm pretty sure he's going to be to drunk to even harm me in this match in any kind of way. 

Undefined: Now we have johnny the fake rockstar freeman. the Bum the drunk Fuck thats always trying to ruin someones day for being sober. This is going to be a rivalry I would love to take part in. I'm really going to make sure I put a number on this man for as I don't like this guy. I'm happy they put Johnny in this match so I can have the chance to beat him down Brutally. 

Undefined: Now last but not least we have the Defending champion Christian knight. Also known as the bitch as GM. The most hated, This is one of the best wrestlers of all time I can say for myself. He is going to put up a big fight But I will put up a bigger one.

 

[Dominic Reynolds]

I appreciate the fact that you got a roleplay in………about eight hours after the deadline and after like two deadline extensions

Keep stuff like this up and you'll be a main eventer in no time!