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Post by Niall on Sept 7, 2014 8:56:12 GMT -5
Bob sat watching the television lounging on his black leather sofa in the living room of his home in Belfast, Ireland. Well perhaps watching was the wrong term, he was lying half asleep with the television still on. It was 8pm, and Bob had just gotten back from America an hour earlier. He was going to meet Nicole at 9pm, and so he was trying his hardest to stay awake, but it was tough. He slept a little on the plane but the seat was a little too uncomfortable to really get a good sleep, and when you're on a cross Atlantic flight, that is like torture. As Bob was drifting into his sleep, his phone started ringing, which startled him a little, as he dug into his pocket to find it. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID; "Nicole calling". That's weird, she never calls Bob, she never liked talking on the phone, she only ever texted Bob. Bob answered the call and could hear someone banging on something with muffled shouting.
"Robert! It's Riain, he's gone crazy!"
"What?! What the fuck is he doing?!"
Bob jumped off of his sofa and reached over for his black Operation Fuck Up hoodie lying on top of the coffee table.
"He's trying to get in. Help me Robert, I'm scared."
Nicole continued sobbing down the phone as Bob put his hoodie on.
"I'm coming now."
Bob hung up the phone as he quickly exited the room to make his way towards Nicole's house. Bob ran to his spouse's home with his heart racing, with a mixture of both anger and fear, incase something happens to Nicole. As he runs he is spotted by a group of children, playing football in the street who call out his name, quickly followed up with the question "Can I have a picture with you?" Bob didnt like interacting with fans, he tried to keep himself covered up so he was never spotted but when he was spotted by someone, he would take a photo, sign an autograph, to keep them happy. Now wasnt the time for it though. Bob reached Nicole's street and could see that a couple of people were standing at the gates of Nicole's garden. Bob pushed past them and stopped as he saw Riain beating and clawing at the door of the house.
"This is my fucking house! Get the fuck out you fucking bitch!"
Bob sprinted to Riain and pulled him away from the door.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Riain was aggressive towards Bob but Bob couldnt retaliate, his contract with ThyWWE stated that any physical altercations with a non-ThyWWE employee may result in immeadiate termination of his contract. He just stood between the door and Riain, preventing him from getting towards the house. The smell of alcohol from Riain disgusted Bob, he had heard the expression before but Riain literally smelled like a brewery. Bob could hear the familiar sirens of the PSNI as they raced to the house. The sirens were a noise that Bob didnt notice in Belfast, it was very common there, the high crime rate meant that police sirens was an everyday occurance. Now it was different, Bob knew that where the police went, a crowd gathered. This was it. The secret relationship he had with Nicole, the secret life he led, its gone. As time went by, the sirens got louder, the crowd around the garden grew and the door to Bob's life slowly crept open for the world to see. Riain continue to push Bob and shout abuse in his face, but he was trying not to retaliate.
"What are you gonna do about?! You're nothing! Fuck you! And fuck that little slut!"
Bob heard the final dig and pushed Riain away from him, as he tried to regain his cool. Riain ran back at Bob and threw a right at his head which knocked the unexpected Bob back a step. Almost as a natural reaction, Bob responded with a right of his own that connected to the jaw of Riain and sent him to the ground. Bob looked around in shock as he realised what he had done, hoping that the crowd was small. His heart sank when he noticed that a crowd of around 30 people had gathered, not including the nosey neighbours standing at their front doors watching everything take place. Not only had a crowd gathered but a number of them had their smartphones out, recording every single moment of it. Surely one of these people were going to get a huge payoff from TMZ when their video is leaked. The police arrived as Riain started to get back to his feet, a little dazed, maybe from the punch or maybe from the alcohol, who knows. As the police car pulled up, 4 men in uniform got out of the car. Two went to Riain, one went to the door of the home and one approached Bob. As the officer knocked on the door and introduced himself as Officer Brady, Nicole opened the door slowly before running in Bob's direction. She latched on to her partner, hugging and kissing him as the crowd watched on. This was it, the life Bob fought for had disappeared. He wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, especially when it came to his own, he preferred to have a private life. It was nobody elses' business who he dated, but for some reason, celebrities and their girlfriends were hot topics in the world. Despite his feelings, Bob held on to Nicole to comfort her and help her get over what just happened. She was shaking and crying, as the two were approached by Officer Brady and his partner.
"Excuse me, if you dont mind, could we just have a quick statement from the two of you about what just happened? My name is Officer Brady, this is my partner, Officer Collins."
Nicole continued to hug Bob as he replied to the question.
"Yes, sure, I'll lead the way inside."
Bob adjusted the hug with Nicole so that they could walk but his arm was still around her, supporting her as they led the officers inside the house.
THE NEXT MORNING
The scene opens up as we see Bob waking up, and immeadiately he is at alert.
"Where...The fuck...Am I?"
Bob slowly scanned the room, red walls and a huge wardrobe in the corner but that was it. Then he turned his head around to see Nicole lying beside him and he fell back into his pillow in relief. He must have been tired last night, the first night he stays in Nicole's house and he cant remember any of it. Bob turned to look at Nicole again; still sleeping, so peaceful, was last night with Riain just a horrible nightmare? She slept with a smile on her face, which in turn brought a smile to Bob's face. He loved her smile, it was one of his favourite things about her. He turned his attention to the bedside table where his Iphone was and picked it up. He looked at the screen and dropped it as it lit up. 13 missed calls from John and 5 Whatsapp messages from John.
"Oh fuck."
Bob knew it before he had even unlocked the phone but he wanted to hear it from John to be 100% sure. Bob quickly called John and he answered straight away.
"John. What has happened?!"
"Bob, everybody knows about you and Nicole. TMZ, Wrestlinginc, Meltzer, everybody."
Bob dropped the phone upon hearing the news, not only was his personal life now public gossip but Nicole's life had been ripped open too. She was a simple school teacher, scheduled to return to work the night after Bob takes on Blade LaVigne at Oppression. Bob picked up the phone and replied to John.
"Was there a picture or just a story?"
"Picture, video, story, it gave her name...."
Again Bob's heart stopped as the news was broke to him.
"There was another video Bob....You in a fight with some wee lad.....I've spoken with Vince, he said you're on your last warning, any more incidents like this and you're out."
Bob was in stunned silence, John continues talking but Bob was no longer listening. He turned to look at Nicole again, the sweet, innocent smile on her face. She had no idea what to expect when she woke up. Bob felt guilty of what he had done to her. He had stripped her of her privacy, no longer could she go to the shops or even go to work without being recognised. Bob hung up the phone and his head fell into his hands, dreading the moment she woke up.
TWO DAYS LATER
Thursday afternoon. Two days after that fateful phone call from John. Nicole and Bob have been trying to come to terms with Nicole's newly found D-list celebrity status. They had started to embrace their relationship in the public eye, going shopping together, going to the movies in the afternoon. Today, they were both attending a protest outside of the Royal Victoria Hospital in West Belfast with John, a 5 minute walk from Bob's house. They had been there for a half hour, both holding a placard that reads, "They say cut back, we say fight back!" Bob took a keen interest in politics in Belfast, he was an avid follower of a party called People Before Profit, perhaps it inspired his desire for the "New Age of professional wrestling" as he put it on Raw. Today though, Bob was a mere 3 days away from the biggest match of his career when he takes on Blade LaVigne for the ThyWWE World Heavyweight Championship. Bob wasn't afraid of losing, but he was weary of the threat Blade posed. He was also weary of the backlash from the public if Blade was to overcome him. Monday was a huge moment for Bob, that as the day where his career changed, all eyes are on him. He goes into Oppression with the world expecting him to be what he claims to be, the best in the world. There are two outcomes from the Sunday's match; 1) He walks out with the World Championship on his shoulder with the whole world in the palm of his hands, or 2) He walks out with the sting of disappointment and he forever has to live with the stigma of being that guy who was all hype. Bob's thoughts are interrupted by a nudge to his elbow from John who is standing next to him.
"Here mate, you still up for cutting a promo here?"
"Aye, yeah. Think this is the perfect spot."
Bob set his placard down against the gate of the hospital and looked for a good spot, away from the cameras from UTV and the BBC. He notices a nice spot outside of a bakery across the street, he could cut the promo and get the crowd in shot too. He turns to Nicole and plants a kiss on her lips.
"I'll be back in 5 babe."
With that, he and Crack headed towards the bakery, narrowly avoiding two cars on the road as they crossed. Crack takes out his Iphone as Bob starts to psyche himself up, trying to piece together a script in his head.
"3, 2, 1, go!"
Bob hears his friend signal for him to start his promo and complies as he looks into the camera.
"Every night we go to bed, we fall asleep and we drift into our own little sanctuary. In this dreamland we can do everything we want, there are no restrictions, we right every wrong, we turn bad to good.....we can no longer be oppressed. Standing behind me, are a group of people who are just like me, they think the same way I think, they want everything that I want. You see, we just want to be treated the way we should be treated, and we are willing to do anything it takes to be respected by those above us. But the thing about this world is, we are divided, not just physically, we are divided mentally. You see, there people who dream and never make it off the couch....There are people who dream and fail....And then there are people who dream and change the world. Me? This Monday was the catalyst for change in ThyWWE, we ushered in a New Age in professional wrestling by ending the career of Bret "The Hitman" Hart. No more dinosaurs, no more old timers back for one more run. No more money grabbing, bitter, washed up, pathetic excuses for legends. No more! We are the border patrol of ThyWWE, nobody comes in without going through us.....I was never supposed to make it this far in life. I was oppressed from the start. I grew up as child with British soldiers monitoring my every move, I had British soldiers search my pockets on a daily basis when I was 6 years old just incase I had anything suspicious. Then I reach the pinacle of this industry, Thy World Wrestling Empire. And when I get there I'm told that I shouldn't worry, I'll be treated with dignity and respect and treated the way I should be treated. There's an old saying that reads, "You get out what you put in", well let me tell you something, that couldnt be further from the truth when it comes to ThyWWE. Do you understand how difficult it is to watch a man who you have beaten 5 times in the past, get handed opportunities while you're struggling to make the card. I have beaten this story into the ground and I know everybody sick of hearing it, well you wanna what? I'm sick of saying it! Do you think I like revisiting that point in my life? Do you think I have pride in curtain jerking 3 matches with Stalker Knight? No! I say it because people like Blade LaVigne are just gifted opportunities while I'm treated like a slave, because the SCW boys club who runs this place has the impression of me, that I'll just turn up, put on a show and be happy just to be on the card. They never wanted me to be the main event....Well Sunday is the day where Hell freezes, pigs will fly, because on Sunday.....the New Age of professional wrestling....begins."
Bob had a gift when it came to promos, he could put all of the doubt out of his mind for a little while, he could play a character for a few minutes and pretend that he had no insecurities. Bob chuckled to himself as he continued on with his promo.
"If you dont believe me that there is an agenda in ThyWWE, look at the second main event.....Kenneth Walker, a man who has not wrestled for over two years. A man who's inept style of management alongside his old buddy, Austin Starr almost ruined Wrestlemania III. That man is being offered a huge pay day to wrestle one night against Christian Knight, while there are people, a lot more talented people struggling to make it on the card. We got Troy Motor, the diamond in the rough, the true hidden jewel of this industry, all he needs is one shot to prove himself against a big competitor and he's not even booked......Next on our agenda, we got Kurt Orton. Really? I mean really Kurt? I seen your interview with Michelle Beadle, really? Is that what you bring to the table Kurt? Impersonating me? Well since you like impressions so much, how about you tune in to the main event of Oppression and watch Blade LaVigne do a great impression of you as I beat him for the World Heavyweight Championship in his first defence....I have a message for your little "Peep Zone" Kurt, is that really a man you can rally behind? You see you look at men like Kurt, men like Blade, and you see a mask of deception, but then you look at me and you see a man who accepts what he is, I am a monster. I hurt people, I dont sugarcoat anything. I am a man you should look up because I tell you to embrace what you are, while men like Kurt....men like Blade LaVigne hide behind their porcelain smile. I know you people, I see the desperation in your eyes when I walk out, you're crying out for a man that you can look up to. I'm just like you, I'm tired of being lied to. I'm tired of being told to respect the man who pays my salary. I'm tired of having a man in a suit point his finger in my face and tell me who I'm supposed to be, how I'm supposed to act, I'm not taking it anymore. And you can listen to my words and pass them off as nonsense, you can continue your search for a hero. But for those of you who listen to me and are hungry for more, then prepare to feast at Oppression. Welcome to the New Age of professional wrestling."
Cena smirks down the camera as John cuts the recording and high fives his friend to compliment him on his promo. As Cena stopped, the persona he put on for the camera faded and his doubts and worries crept back inside his mind. "What if I lose on Sunday? What if Blade LaVigne beats me again? What if I fail to win back the World Heavyweight Championship again?" Each question battered Bob,he couldnt answer a question quick enough before another popped into his head.
SATURDAY EVENING
The scene opens up as we see Bob Cena wheeling a suitcase along the corridor of his hotel in Miami. He was wearing a black zip up Operation Fuck Up hoodie with a pair of navy Puma sweats, and for a change, Bob was alone. John had gone to get a bite to eat but Bob decided he wanted to just go to his room and prepare himself for the biggest night of his life. The questions were wizzing around Bob's head, he was pessimistic and so always thought of any possible outcome from Sunday, which put more worries into his mind. Bob reached his door as he pulled the keycard out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and walked inside to the luxurious hotel suite. There were two single beds in the room, which Bob had requested so that he and John could stay up and work on a game plan for the fight tomorrow. Bob put his suitcase beside the bed that he wanted to sleep in and he fell into it. Bob lay back with the thought in his mind of letting down his team mates. Bob had always suffered from insecurity, it always spurred him on to overcome the odds that he set for himself. Bob had a tough mind, while he did worry over things, it never could stop him from doing what he wanted to do. Bob pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on to Facebook, 1.3 million likes he had on his page. He decided that he wanted to send a message both to his fans and to Blade LaVigne via social media.
"Blade LaVigne...He's right. He's right, he's always been right. Thy World Wrestling Empire has an infection, and the virus is called SCW. But the thing about Blade is that he has painted himself out to be something which he is not. You call yourself the Saviour. You promise to save ThyWWE, you promise to rid ThyWWE of an infection knwon as Bob Cena. You let them believe that nothing bad will happen as long as you are around. The People in ThyWWE audiences, they dont realise that they are being fooled, they dont realise that the villain is really the good guy and the hero champion is really the bad guy. You stand for every atrocity that has been aflicted upon ThyWWE, you stood by and let it all happen. Where were you when Sheamus was doing whatever dirty, manipulative tactic he could in order to keep the championship? Where were you when Alex Kendall was delivering an Acid Test to this company and everybody in it? Huh? Because as far as I remember, you weren't interested. Sure you came in and had the odd match here and there to boost Pay Per View buyrates and believe me, I understand Blade, you are a top draw, you bring a crowd in and you get them excited. But here's what I dont like. While you were playing around with your family, I missed two Christmas holidays in a row. While you were off living the high life, I was getting my ass handed to me on a weekly basis and I accepted it, I took the punishment and I overcame it, developing myself into the best wrestler in the world today.....And when you have the nerve to go on Monday Night Raw and tell the people, MY people that I dont give a damn about them and then you try to act all high and mighty and holier than thou. That moment was where this match, this little rivalry we have Blade, that was the moment where this match was no longer business, it's personal. You made it personal when you dragged my name through the dirt just so you can try to score a few points going in to Oppression. This Sunday, it is 3 stages of Hell, 3 different matches where the rule book is thrown out the window. That means anything goes, that means you're gonna find out just how far Bob Cena is willing to go. You're gonna find out just how low Bob Cena is willing to sink. And Blade LaVigne, you're gonna ask yourself a question in the middle of the match. You'll be lying in a heap, covered in blood, grasping at any molecule of oxygen that will enter your body, and you're gonna ask yourself, is it all worth it? Am I really willing to go this low? Am I really willing to put my body on the line for some priceless accessory? A word of advice Blade, bring everything you've got, matter of fact bring two of them because no rules means no restrictions, nobody can stop me pummelling you to an early grave, except you. You have to be alert, you have to smash a chair over my skull 50 times, you have to put me through tables, you have to break my arms, you have to set me on fire, because if you dont, you're not gonna beat me Blade."
As Bob typed his doubts went away, he was no longer Bob Cena, the man, he was Bob Cena, the persona.
"Thinking of the New Age as just a group of thugs is a mistake, we are much more than that, we are the nagging conscience of professional wrestling. We are here to bring back to good ol' days where the best fought the best and they were rewarded for good performances. We are not going to stand by and let a liar like Blade LaVigne prey upon the weak and fill them up with all this hope, only to see their hero fall at the feet of the best. After this Sunday Blade, do you really think that you are going to be remembered as the guy who won the Elimination Chamber? No, you are gonna be remembered as that guy who got lucky once. I'll give it to you Blade, Anarchy, you were amazing, you put in a flawless performance, you really made us all take notice that you are no longer a joke. And then what? You slid back in to the old Blade LaVigne. You see, while I was wrestling every single week, Blade has fought in what? 2 matches since he won that championship. I get it, the boys club in charge of this place want you to be their guy, they want you to be the face of this company, and they look at me as a nobody. And they have done everything in their powers to take me out before this match. They tried giving me Joey The Bastard and FEAR, I beat them, they tried giving me my old rival, Kurt Orton, I beat him, they even went as far as giving me my greatest nemises and guess what, I beat him to pulp. Nobody is talking about Blade LaVigne and his Elimination Chamber victory anymore, everybody is talking about me. All eyes are on the New Age. The New Age are taking over the world of professional wrestling, and if you're smart....Get out of the way."
Bob clicks post and sends his message for the world to see. His head was cleared, all of his frustrations, all of his worries, his doubts, were gone. Could Bob do it? Could he become the first ever second time ThyWWE World Heavyweight Champion? Tune into Oppression, Sunday night to find out!
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Post by Blade "The Future" LaVigne on Sept 8, 2014 18:53:10 GMT -5
Leadership is lifting a person’s vision to high sights, the raising of a person’s performance to a higher standard, the building of a personality beyond its normal limitations. —Peter Drucker
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The Journey Begins
A leader has a vision. Leaders see a problem that needs to be fixed or a goal that needs to be achieved. It may be something that no one else sees or simply something that no one else wants to tackle. Whatever it is, it is the focus of the leader's attention and they attack it with a single-minded determination.
2012 was a dark year for Thy WWE. Mighty Knights from Camelot forced themselves into the realms of Thy World Wrestling Empire. The year of the Knights is one that Thy WWE will never forget. They needed someone to save them for that sickness, they needed someone to turn the light back on and to lead Thy WWE to a greater place.
The idea of a former Sin City Wrestling, "never has-been" signing with the company to lead Thy WWE was nothing more than laughable. But that is what Blade LaVigne promised. Blade saw the problem and wanted to fix it when everyone around him was about to give up.
Blade promised a bright future and no one followed, no one listened. Even after wins over numerous world champions, taking down ever single Knight of the Roundtable. Slowly but surely, the darkness began to fade. Blade found himself winning matches but was never able to get over that hump and climb over that hill.
Blade fought not just for himself but for the Thy WWE universe. Time passed and Thy WWE announced the first ever, eight man elimination chamber for the Thy WWE title which Christian Knight held. The "darkness" that was placed upon the company by the Knights was no longer there and with Christian Knight as champion, there were no signs of healing and moving forward. Knight was not the leader Thy WWE needed nor wanted. LaVigne was announced as one of the participants. The man who everyone thought was a has-been, had an actual chance at become Thy WWE champion and making his childhood dream, reality.
The man who no one believe in, the man that promised a bright future...
Blade LaVigne did the unthinkable and won the Thy WWE title. Now has a champion, the journey to a brighter future begins as at Oppression, Blade defends his title against former Thy WWE champion, Bob Cena. The journey to a better, brighter future begins. Blade has a chance to prove that he is the leader Thy WWE needs and wants.
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September 5th, 2014
The scene opens up with the view of a black limousine drives up to this cemetery. We see the field of the resting place of so many people who have died over the years. The mood is surreal. It's quiet, but a calming quiet. One door of the limousine opens up and the foot of a man steps out. The man exits the vehicle. The man is dressed in black dress pants and a dark blue t-shirt. He also has shades covering his eyes. The camera zooms into his face as the man, cocks a small smile and takes off the shades. It's Blade LaVigne, Thy WWE's world champion. The limo driver pops his head out of the window as Blade looks at it, placing his shades into his pocket.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
Give me a few minutes. I'll send ya a call when I want to be picked up.
The driver nods his head, rolls up the window and the limousine moves forward and off of view. The camera focuses on Blade again as he begins to walk towards this oak tree that stands in the middle of the field. There is a small breeze as Blade allows the wind to hit his face. LaVigne walks to the tree and he looks down and to the left. We see the tombstone that reads. "Christina LaVigne, Wife, Mother and Friend" and then you see the date that reads. "9/5/2010" Blade begins to speak.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
We did it mom.
Everything I've worked for and achieved. I couldn't have done it without you. Winning the world title at Anarchy was the greatest win of my career and without you, it could've happened.
All the times I wanted to quit because of stress and the failure, you pushed me to continue and move forward, to learn from my mistakes and get better. You saw the potential I had within me......... when I didn't.
You knew I could do special things if I wanted to. And I did, at Anarchy, I became the world champion! I really did it! My whole career, company after company,.... all the misopportunities, I have finally won the ultimate prize!
..... I'm underestimating myself though.
In a few days, I defend my title and I am second guessing my feelings about everything.
I know I've never lost to Bob, but he's going to be a challenge. I know winning the Elimination Chamber was a bigger challenge, but I still question whether I am ready to lead Thy WWE. Am I capable of leading this company?...
Blade gives a small chuckle and continues.
Blade LaVigne
I know what you would say, that I shouldn't think negative and I wouldn't be champion if I couldn't lead this company and the Thy WWE fans..
It's just a important match........I can't lose this title just yet........I want you to be with me Sunday. I need your strength...... once again....
Love you always.
Blade looks up into the sky. He nods his head and walks off of view.
The Day Before, 9/4/2014
The scene opens up inside of a dark room. We see a TV monitor on a desk and Blade LaVigne is sitting there, studying the monitor. We see that it's past matches of Bob Cena. Blade deep in focus as suddenly the door opens slightly. The light hits Blade and he loses his concentration. It's his daughter, Stacy. Stacy sneaks her head into the room and speaks.
Stacy LaVigne: ....Dad, I'm bored, can we do something together?
Blade quickly replies.
Blade LaVigne: Sorry darling, you know I need to focus on this match...Maybe we can do something later?
Stacy's half smile turned into instant disappointment. She yells out the following.
Stacy LaVigne: You never have time for me! You don't even care about me! You are always busy with work!
Stacy slams the door as you can hear footsteps moving farther and farther away. Blade gets off the chair and walks out of the room. Blade walks into the living room and sees his daughter, face first on the couch, giving off this whimper like cry. Blade walks up to her and picks her up. He sits down and cradles his daughter, she refuses to look him in the face. LaVigne speaks.
Blade LaVigne: You know that's not true. I love you with all my heart Stacy. Trust me, I want to spend more time with you, and we will get that time soon enough but I have a very important match this weekend...It means a lot to me and the company.
Stacy cuts him off and speaks.
Stacy: You always have matches. You never have time to do anything fun!
Blade looks at her, moving her hair out of her eyes. LaVigne speaks.
Blade LaVigne: Without wrestling, I don't know where I...where we would be... Wrestling puts food on the table for us, wrestling gives me the money to put towards a good education for you. Without wrestling, our lives would be completely different. Wrestling is important and this match is important. I need to win this match, so I need to study and get ready.
Stacy: Will I have to stay with grandpa again?
Blade LaVigne: I mean...Blade gives out a small chuckle...If you don't want to come... You and grandpa can come with! I'm the world champion Stacy, we aren't on the bottom of the ladder anymore. It's a good time to be a LaVigne. You can come with me every week if you desire, unless it's a school night. But, how about this, give me a few hours to watch some film, and I will take you out for some ice cream? I just need some time to study this match.
It's pretty important.
Stacy smiles.
Stacy: I would love some ice cream!
She gets off Blade, gives him a hug and runs off of view, steps can be heard going up stairs. Blade gets up off the couch and walks back into the room where he was studying film of Bob Cena. He shuts the door and sits back down. You see the sadness on his face, telling his daughter he can't do anything due to his job makes his upset. Blade knows that his title and his career is important, not just to himself but to his family as well. He must stay focus on his match. He must do whatever it takes to win at Oppression.
The Day Oppression
The scene opens up and we are outside of the Sunlife Stadium in Miami, Florida. The sun is shining bright as the camera takes a scan of the huge stadium. We see fans lined up at the ticket booth, trying to get their last second tickets for the pay per view. Young children with their parents are in awe as this is their first live event, other fans are seen holding signs of their favorite superstars. The camera switches views and we are now inside the arena. The backstage area is full of staff workers as not many ThyWWE stars have made their way to the arena, with a few hours to spare. The camera travels down the hallway, doors on each side. The camera makes it end of the hall and to the last door on the left, the label on the door reads, "Blade LaVigne."
The door opens and the camera continues in. We see the normal set up, the leather couch in the center of the room, ThyWWE Oppression posters on the wall and there, sitting on a chair is a man. The man is staring out the window, we see a championship strap on his shoulder. We hear the man speak.
"As the biggest moment of my career, and perhaps my entire life approaches. The moment where I get the opportunity to stand up in front of the world and prove that everything I've worked for over the past two years has been worth it, the chance to prove that I have become the very best in this world of professional wrestling. The feelings and the emotions that I know I should be feeling, the overwhelming feeling of joy, knowing that I will be presented on a massive stage in front of the entire world as the World Heavyweight Champion, the nervous feeling, the worried feeling going up against Bob Cena. I know I should have these feelings, I know I should feel threatened, but I can not allow these feelings to get the best of me. I respect Bob, I really do but I am not afraid of him. I haven't come this far, just to hand over this title."
The man gets up off of the chair and faces the camera. It's none other than Blade LaVigne himself. Blade stares into the camera and continues to speak.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
See, we are all in control of our destinies, but we are also in control of our failures, our disappointments, our setbacks, and our triumphs. And we don’t get the option of picking and choosing. It’s all or nothing. And for as long as I’ve known him, Bob Cena has yet to fully comprehend this. Nobody in this locker room has had it easy. We’ve all watched the guy we know in our hearts we’re better than move on up to the top. We’ve all tripped at the finish line, just a hair away winning the big one. We’ve all been on a hot streak, and we’ve all seen that streak come to a crashing halt. What separates all of us is not in the difficulties we face, but how we pick ourselves back up after and continue moving.
You want to know why I’m the Thy WWE Champion?
Blade allows the title to slide down his arm and into his hand, he stares as it for a second before placing it onto his other shoulder. LaVigne looks into the camera again and continues to speak.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
Because after each and every setback I faced over the years, I kept coming back, right away. I didn’t sit and mope, blaming the people who put the roadblock in my path. I pushed the roadblock out of my way, and picked my speed up from a walk, to a jog, to a sprint to the finish line. And I did that each and every time. And when the Thy WWE title appeared in front of me at Anarchy, I did whatever it took to overcome the odds and I did the unthinkable. I went in as the underdog and I came out as Thy WWE Champion.
The same title you held back in 2012 Cena. The title that you held just under two months. Now, I've labeled you as a "paper" champion throughout the years Cena for a few reasons. Not because your run with the title has been almost forgotten in ThyWWE history, but because I felt as you didn't live up to expectations. Can you be a great champion? I think so. Can you go toe to toe with some of the greats on the roster? Yeah, you've done it. But when the lights were on and everyone was waiting for you to fail, you did just that. You crumbled under pressure and you fell short on defending this championship. Ironically, you have a chance to hand me the same faith. You have a chance to take everything I've worked hard for away and that scares me.
Blade makes his way to the leather couch and sits down. He allows the championship to rest on his lap. He cocks a smirk and continues his speech.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
This match may be the biggest match in my career but Bob, I am ready.
We'll be competing in three matches, for one title. Three chances for you to take me down and take the title away from me. You will have to travel the three stages of hell if you want a chance to walk out of Oppression with this title Cena. Can you do it? Can you beat me at least twice? I mean, if the past has a history of repeating itself, then the answer is no. The fact that I've never lost to you. But I can't let any of that get to my head. I need to stay focus and I need to be ready to overcome everything and anything you throw at me. I can't promise a victory, but I can promise that you will get everything I have Bob. Every last amount of energy I have will be given.
And to be honest with you, I am not ready to give up this throne anytime soon.
You're right about one thing Cena. I don't want to be remembered as the man who got lucky once and could never lead the company that he promised to save over and over again. I don't want be the next "paper" champion. In the end of my years, I want to be remembered as one of the greatest champions to ever hold this title. When people hear the name, Blade LaVigne, I want them to think of, turning the light back on and bringing Thy WWE a better, brighter future. Keeping this company from breaking into pieces. I want to be remembered as the man that sacrificed so much to be great. A man who, week in and week out gave everything he had for this company. When everyone else looked passed him, he kept improving and keep fighting.
Blade moves the Thy WWE championship back onto his shoulder, he leans forward, allowing his arms to rest on his knees. LaVigne drops his head then looks back up into the camera. He has more of a serious expression on his face this time around. He continues to speak.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
Cena, the only way you’re going to pass this roadblock is to simply be better than me. Not just out-muscle me, not just outsmart me, not just out-entertain me, but find a way to do all three. And there is no man in ThyWWE who can do all three better
than I can.
All roadblocks are passable for those who want it the most. But wanting it goes so much deeper than simply just saying that you do. It means turning your weaknesses into strengths, and learning from your mistakes. Give me your best shot Cena. Prove to me that you actually, truly want this. That you’re willing to overcome the obstacles, and not just sit and sulk at the first one. I don’t think you can do it. I don’t think you have it in you to truly understand that, as a great man once said, it’s all up to you.
But maybe you will. Maybe you’ll actually come to realize that you’re not so special. That your roadblocks aren’t bigger or bulkier than the next guy’s. Maybe you’ll finally understand that.
But you’ll still have to want it more than I do. And that Bob, will never, ever happen.
Blade stands up and puts the title infront of the camera. He cocks a smirk and finishes his speech.
Blade "The Future" LaVigne
Cena, if you want this title, come get it. Just remember, I am not going to hand it to you. Being champion is the greatest thing in the world. Holding this title, being the leader of this company, it's everything to me. I am going to make sure you earn this title. I will do whatever it takes to keep it, so prepare for a fight.
And you will thank me in the end!
Blade lifts the Thy WWE title over his head once again, winks at the camera and walks off of view. The camera fades to black and the scene ends as the Oppression logo appears on the screen.
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