Ascension|| Open Royal Rumble

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event: Royal Rumble
Winner Earns a World Title Main Event Match at Wrestlemania V
(Open to Everyone Other than those in Main Event)

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RP Below!

[Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family]

Troy takes a deep breath.

He doesn't know what's going to happen out there. There's no plan.

You can't plan for a match like this. Troy has tried that. This match just does not lend itself well to planning.

Troy turned his music up as loud as he could take, dropped onto the floor, and started doing push-ups.

Love your hate, your faith lost,
You are now one of us.
Love your hate, your faith lost,
You are now one of us....

***

What a fucking week.

Troy wins his RAW match- another huge win, these are things Troy has been getting lately. Then the crowd cheers for him- Troy hasn't the slightest fucking clue what that was, and he stopped caring that night when he got wasted. Fickle fans. Can't make their goddamned decision on who they liked or didn't like.

And he did get wasted, oh yes he did. It was a running theme in his life nowadays. Troy knew it wasn't healthy, but he was well past the point of caring. If he stayed up all night drinking, then when he finally blacked out, he wouldn't have any nightmares. No nightmares meant an easier life. But he still had the flashbacks.

The effects varied. Sometimes he'd stop what he was doing, stare blankly, and then stumble weakly to find somewhere to sit. Sometimes he'd vomit. Those were the main two. He was just so distracted by it, he couldn't move on from what had happened! And he hated himself, deep inside he did. No matter how confident he acted, sometimes he wondered. He wondered if he could have stopped them. He wondered what would have happened if he had tried to escape early.

What if.

He remembered escaping most clearly; it was hectic, he was surprised he even escaped.

You're in a car, you are driving around, and you see a man stumbling along the road, his clothes are torn and dirtied; he's covered in bruises and cuts, and he's almost caked with dried blood. Would you pick this man up?

For a long time, nobody bothered.

Troy doubted they had even considered calling the police.

Thank god for the people that did; Troy was exhausted, he was limping, when a silver van pulled up next to him; the window rolled down, revealing a concerned man and woman. They let him into the van and drove him to the nearest hospital; Troy wasn't eternally grateful for a lot of people, but he was for those two.

Troy basically said he'd gotten beat up in an alley. The doctors weren't good apparently, because Troy was a battered man, and had a lot of injuries, some that had by that time been kind of old. But that didn't matter to them apparently; they stitched him up, he stayed for a few nights, and promptly found out his girlfriend had been seeing another dude. Troy was in absolutely no condition to care anymore, so he just picked up all of his shit, bit the bullet and moved in with his parents.

What a joy that was.

Given how much his parents loved him, they kicked him out soon afterward. Jokes on them, because when he left, he took all their booze.

That's when he returned to ThyWWE and demanded a match. Troy could feel that moment was an important one; he could feel the buzz in the air.

And now, here he is. Troy is on the best run of his career; he's a member of the most dominant faction in ThyWWE, for gods sake! But there was only one win Troy needed. He needed to beat Beno.

He needed it.

***
RAW 141

Troy almost charges into the backstage area; he's pumped up. Once again, a W in the column for Troy. And for once, Troy was happy a cameraman came up to him. In 3, 2...

"Sorry FEAR, looks like I was the better man tonight. It's not everyday someone can give Troy Motor a challenge. But every time, I shut them down! This Sunday is gonna be the most important in ThyWWE history! Firstly, we're gonna capture the world title, Bob Cena is gonna wreck LaVigne! And then, the Ascension royal rumble..... oooh the Ascension rumble. A most intriguing scenario; and everyone has been asking us, what happens? What if two New Age members are the final two? Well I want to remind everyone; the New Age is a family. We're gonna stay a family, no matter what."

***

Troy's week went on, it seemingly dragged on. He had those house shows off for some ungodly reason, so he was left with absolutely nothing to do to occupy his time.

So of course, he spent his week mostly drunk.

Well that's how it normally was anyways, even when he didn't have house shows off, but he was just a little bit drunker this week, if that was possible. It was a pretty terrible way to live, but it helped him cope.

Even for a long week of no preparation for the rumble, he was happy. He hadn't had any nightmares. Flashbacks weren't as bad.

On Saturday night, Troy forced himself to get a good nights sleep, and then- he didn't have a nightmare. He didn't wake up with a scream. He didn't wake up soaked in sweat. He felt well rested when he got up, and he was actually, genuinely happy; he even let some fans the some pictures with him. For people he hated, they were surprisingly pleasant.

On the flight, he watched a movie, and only had one can of beer- a first for him. There was this odd feeling in the air. Troy was uncharacteristically positive.

And now the Mercenary is doing push-ups in gorilla, his music blasting and his head tilted up to the monitor, watching the events of the pay per view. When he was done with his quick warm up, he looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hand; for better or for worse, this was his entry number.

A camera was filming the gorilla position, catching reactions to the events of the ppv from the employees and the superstars. Troy was taping up his fists. He was mentally prepared, but even that wasn't enough for the rumble. For shits and giggles, Troy took a sharpie and wrote "bite me vince" on his tape. It was time that the New Age revealed the fullest extent of their power.

Troy's music hit. This was his time.

It was his turn to takeover.

Troy took a deep breath.

[Mentally Ill]

ILL POWER




Mentally Ill: Number SEVENNN…. Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhh Ahhhhh Ohhhhh

Mentally ill starts joking and jiving showing everyone his crotch

Mentally Ill:
Watch out No DIggity, I got that 7 Inches, ohh Giggity. 
Oh Snap, You Don't want that. 
Bout to Dick Smack Troy Motor in the Back 
Bout to Dick Smack Joey The Bastard and put it in his Crack
Oh Snap..Number Seven is on the Attack
Like the crack of the whip I snap attack 
This 7 Inch D Is On a heavenly level
Bang up Kurt Orton and Beno
they can't step to my level. 
Oh by the way Zak Shields and Triana I'll outlast you

Get it… get it ..do you get it… oh Get it.. Get.. Do you get it...

I will out last you
ILL will Past You

It Will get…. IT Will Get Kinda Hetic
It Wil get….. It will GET kinda Hetic

Mentally ill does some pelvic thrusts into the air

Mentally Ill: SEVENN….Sa…sa…SAVENNNNN. Seven INCHES OFFFFF POWEEERRRRR

Mentally ill does some more pelvic thrusts into the air

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› prologue
› bucharest, Romania
› blank pages

› the loud crashing of things being thrown around can be and the frustrated voice of a man can also be heard. the sighing of an older woman can also be heard, the soft footsteps of a child can't be heard, the desperate screaming coming from the little girl is overpowering her footsteps. it's overpowering her screaming at her father to stop, and her asking her father who are you? what did you do with my dad? the crashing stopped, and so did the screaming. a thud is heard and so are the soft cries of someone. the older woman appears at the side of the man, he's crying softly into his hands as his little girl keeps her distance, he glances up at his daughter and starts to cry harder. he never meant for this to happen, he never meant to hurt her in the way that he did. he felt like such an awful father. the older woman kneels down, keeping in mind the glass that littered the floor, she rests her hand on the man's shoulder. her lips are pursed together when she begins to rub his shoulder, the man slowly stops crying and looks at the older woman with a sincere look, a look that says 'i'm not fit to be the father that leilani needs me to be' - the older woman's face expression turns to a saddened look.

older woman don't you dare blame yourself, jaxin. you're a recovering alcoholic. you didn't mean for this to happen, just know though, that now you need to go spend some time in rehab. it'll pain me and leilani to let you go like this, but you know it's for the best, hon. your little girl isn't safe around you like this. and now that you're not busy with wrestling anymore, you're not keeping yourself distracted from whatever may be bugging you. jaxin, you really need help.

jaxin hangs his head low, he rubs his face and accepts the words that comes out of the woman's mouth. he goes to say something to the woman, but he refrains from saying it, a pout grows on his face. he feels more tears coming, but he refrains from crying. she's right. ever since his career hit the fan, he started drinking more and more, and it's something that he needs to fix before he can step back into the ring. why did she have to be so right? jaxin stands up and fixes his shirt, he looks at his daughter, she's trembling. jaxin frowns and makes his way over to his daughter, he runs a hand over her face and smiles weakly.

jaxin sykes fiică, baby. i love you so much. i'm so sorry for putting you through this. you don't deserve any of this. i promise, i'll get better and we can spend every second together, and when i get my act together, i'll go back to wrestling and i'll do everything just for you and for you grandma, okay? i really do love you baby. i never meant to be an awful father.

the little girl nods her head, she's letting her mind soak in every word. she watches jaxin as he stands up and pivots on his heel, jaxin walks out of the room. he's failed to walk out of the room in a straight manner, the little girl looks eagerly at her grandmother. her grandmother sighs and shakes her head. leilani sighs sadly before she leans against the kitchen wall and feels herself slide down the wall, she lands on her butt softly. leilani pulls her knees to her chest, she hugs her knees tightly.

older woman pat fată, va fi bine. nu lăsați greșelile lui ajunge la tine prea mult, el te iubește atât de mult. el nu a însemnat cu adevărat să te rănesc, el știe greșelile sale și crede-mă dragă, își dorește el ar putea reface totul. tatăl tău este un om puternic, dar de când a murit mama ta, e rău înăuntru. nu e o singura zi care trece în cazul în care tatăl tău nu pierde mama ta.

the sudden use of another language causes the little girl to look up at her grandmother, her grandmother flashes her a sad smile before walking out of the kitchen into the next room. leilani closes her eyes as the tears start to bombard her face.

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prologue notes so here's what jax or jaxin, whatever floats your boat, has been up to. yeah, i know. it takes place in twenty fourteen but whatever. that's the whole thing. jax, obviously is now better persay, but anyway. sorry for using another language, haha. jax apparently had a daughter with some girl that he met while doing an indie tour over in europe. the language is romanian and here's the translation; 'baby girl, he'll be okay. don't let his mistakes get to you too much, he loves you so much. he really never meant to hurt you, he knows his mistakes and trust me darling, he wishes he could redo everything. your father is a strong man, but ever since your mother died, he's hurting inside. there's not a single day that goes by where your father doesn't miss your mother.' also, this does play a huge role in his upcoming promo/interview/whatever the fuck i write, aaand it plays a huge role in his return and why he decided to come back when he did.
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january twenty third, two thousand and fifteen.
› scene one
› some desert in australia
› i'm lost but can't be found

› jax sykes is being followed by a camera crew, he's walking around some desert in australia, he's looking around and notices that the area is scarce. the camera crew has yet to start recording jax. jax places his hands in his pants pockets, he licks his lips and looks up at the sun, he should've rethought where he was going to do this promo. jax pushes away all thoughts and pivots on his heel, he turns and faces the camera crew. he grins a bit before he takes his hands out of his pockets and he starts rubbing his hands together. the grin that was once placed on his face begins to disappear when he sees his daughter and her grandmother walk up behind the camera crew, he remembered that it was his visiting month with his little girl. he thinks back to the incident in november, he watches his daughter as she kicks around the dirt on the ground. he lets out a giant sigh. the grandmother waves to him before leaving the little girl alone with the group of men, jax licks his lips, he motions for his daughter to come over to him. she follows his 'order' - the small girl makes her way to her father's side, jax throws an arm around her shoulder. he motions for the camera crew to start recording, the motion the start. jax smiles softly as soon as he sees the red light come on.

jaxin sykes this time last year, i was in some room with three or four other guys. they all looked like they were about to kill each other, but of course they probably where. i wouldn't doubt that as soon as i left that room, they tore each other to shreds. i wouldn't doubt that as soon as i left that room, it became a warzone. those guys where all like me, and we were in that place for a reason: to recover. we where there to recover from alcohol abuse, but yet it was a warzone. it was like they all needed to prove something to each other. it was like they needed to show who was more macho, or else they'd be failing someone or something. only the strongest survived in that place, many managed to have someone smuggle alcohol in for them. there were literal alcohol sales that resembled drug deals happening there, there were people going crazy for alcohol. that's not normal...they weren't normal. i was the most normal person in that place. people were longing for the feeling of not being able to feel anything. i learned that most of the people that were in there, they didn't care who they hurt with their obsession, with their addiction. as long as they got it, they were fine...and one step closer to death. and the longer that i was in there, the more that i realized that i drank to get over the loss of my daughter's mother, to get over losing a close friend of mine, kameron clare. i drank to get over the pain of feeling abandoned. i drank to get over feeling like the whole world was against me, to get over feeling like a failure. i drank to forget that i never made it anywhere in the wrestling business. i wanted to forget all that had happened to me, i wanted to forget everyone that ever doubted me. even for the few hours that i was intoxicated.

jax sucks in some air before continuing his promo, he took his arm off leilani's shoulder, he smiled at his daughter and he watched as she attached herself to his leg. she tightened the grip as much as she possibly could.

jaxin sykes as you all may have saw a couple of weeks ago, i was confronted by dan murphy during my what was supposed to be two night return to the company, but after a long chat with vince mcmahon, he managed to convince me to enter the royal rumble match this weekend at ascension. i don't know how he talked me into that one, but he did. you sly fox, vince. this will be my first time in the ring since a little less than a year ago, i think i don't know, last march? okay, maybe more than a year ago. but whatever. i've been training to wrestle, but obviously for my upcoming match against dan murphy. when vince managed to convince me, i started training harder. i spend about eight hours at the gym. i'm building all muscle and stamina that i once had, back. i'm building up the skills to get out of a sticky situation. i'm going to look at the royal rumble like this desert. here in the desert, for the animals, it's every animal for themselves. in the royal rumble, it's every man for themselves. you either fare long enough to be crowned the winner or you fall, someone knocks you over the top rope. it takes one mistake to lose, it could even take one mistake to push you forward and you get the advantage that you were looking for. you don't know what's going to happen, you don't know if you're going to make it or not. you don't know what number you're going to draw. if you're one of the last one's chosen, great. if you're drawn to go first, oops. good luck. survival of the fittest. you have to learn to be sneaky about what you do, you can't expect everyone to do work for you, you have to get in there and fight for what you want. i'm not expecting myself to last long, i don't think that i truly have the mentality and the ability to last long in a match like this. especially not right now, i'm probably going to be out of there as soon as i get in there. but we'll never know until it happens, right? right.

jax takes another breath, he looks at leilani whom is still attached to his leg. his heart flutters and he starts talking again, he rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

jaxin sykes i've been feeling quite daring lately, if i do manage to survive long enough to truly fight, then i'm going to take just about every risk that i possibly can. i'm going to fight until i'm the last man standing or until i'm one of the last men standing. i've learned that energy is kind of like feeling drunk. it only lasts for so long, so take what you can of the moment and use it to your advantage. i'm going to take the bull by the horns and do what i can do survive as long as possible. i'm going to put everything into this, and i don't care if i win. i don't care if i lose, all that'll matter at the end of the day was i proved to myself and proved to other people that i still have it in me to fight. i'm a fighter, i won't give up. i won't back down. i'm not about to let something stop me. i came so close to death, and now it's my chance to turn it all around. god, i'm rambling on again, but what i'm trying to get at is the fact that i'm back. i'm here to stay...for now. i'm not making any promises about me staying, but i'll be here for a while. i'm here to make up for what i lost.

jax nods, he lifts his daughter up and starts walking away with her, the camera crew stops recording and follows him to wherever they were going.

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scene one notes okay so this was super random, but hey jax is back? okay cool. uuhhh. i don't really know what to say. okay so yeah, enjoy i guess. idk guys. i got bored and wrote this.
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["The Prodigy" Kurt Orton (F)]

To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty. - Stieg Larson

Prologue

My anger. My rage. I got so overwhelmed during everything so I just snapped into a brand new being... Something that I'm growing into and beginning to like.

When the New Age took out the one I love, I vowed that they will be stopped no matter the danger or harm I am put through. I will sacrifice my life if it means saving the one I have cherished since day one.

This newfound anger however will not transition into what I feel for my fans nor will it deter me from my goal of being the Thy WWE World Champion.

When you play with the bull! You get the horns!

#RTG2015 #NewAgeIsDead!

Scene 1: Incentive turnt deadly.

Time: 11:30 PM
Date: 12/21/14
Area: Kurt Orton's Locker Room
Characters: Kurt Orton, Jon Moxley, Burris Troy

The scene begins with Kurt Orton back in his locker room after the show is over, still pissed off about the events that took place earlier in the evening.

After taking the drive to blow off the steam, he sits down in his street clothes planning how his week will go depending on the pain he has suffered, Dean walks in and shakes his hand and Kurt looks back in an awkward gesture wondering why he is doing this after all their night had brought them.

{The Street Dog} Jon Moxley

Look, I know we had our fight earlier and the both of us were heated plus in rage over AJ's devastating injury but come on man... Suck it up! Your gonna visit her in the damn hospital and you also need your strength plus that burning fire inside you for the rumble on Sunday!

Orton chuckles rapidly while still in anger quietly knowing in his mind that this get well fast trick isn't working, he stands up and begins packing his things to get ready and go but before that he looks at his friend with a different look in his eye, one that not even he has seen before.

{The Prodigy} Kurt Orton

Everyone thinks that I'm supposed to get over what happened tonight and just focus on the Ascension Rumble this coming Sunday, I can't! I can't fathom that my wife got taken out tonight and in order to sacrifice less pain on her, I had to end the match before more harm could be done! I let her down and right about now is not the time to encourage myself into anything right now! See what you want is for me to do is to head over to Glendale Arizona (Home of Super Bowl 49) and lose again just like 2012 & the 2013 years but see things always plan to have a change!

On two separate occasions I would be thrown over the top rope and eliminated by Bob Cena, a man ever since our tag team partnership has always looked out for hinself and never once thought about the people around him... But tonight wasn't about him and neither will Sunday be, On Sunday my motto is to stick to myself and to win in order to complete my goal.

Moxley backs Orton up into a corner after hearing all his constant jibber jabber and complaining, he punches him in the mouth and pleads with him to understand reality instead of fantasy.

You have got to be fucking kidding me?! You need to stop being so damn juvenile and realize that everything isn't about you?! Look at who you married, while I am not one to mock or disagree... You said last week that you'd put your body on the line for her and all of a damn sudden... Your sticking to yourself! This is about the people around you and right now some of them aren't happy with this change you've overcame!

Moxley leaves the room after saying those words, he walks past Burris Troy who is seen getting ready to walk in with the cameraman at his side, he pats him on the shoulder and tells him "good luck cause I tried" before storming off in a crazed yet maniacal fashion.

Burris walks in and sees Kurt pacing the floor in a dazed motion, emotionless with no compassion burning from his eyes and without much more sanity left in him soon snaps by throwing a chair at the wall constantly with rage!

Burris tries to stop him but is soon blasted with a sidekick to the gut, the voices inside the head of Orton are both responsive yet hyperactive in his attack and within activation he starts speaking to a hurt interviewer.

I tried. I tried to hold this all in! The pain, the heartbreak, the judgement and criticism but it just won't stop! Everyone just has all their opinions on who Kurt Orton is! You know who he is Burris, a guy who doesn't give a shit about backstage politics and he also doesn't let someone who is so full of themselves just run his life! He goes home any chance he gets and knows that no matter what happens, his wife has full 110% support for what he does day in and day out! Bless her damn heart for everyday that she wakes up from our bed with my son in her arms as he tries desperately to wish his daddy good luck at work!

For God sakes, these people don't see the real Kurt Orton for who he is and while the backstage politics just corrupt his soul with words of disrespect and constant blasphemy... I honestly try to keep you from getting hurt Burris with my words but now I can't take it! Get up!

Orton picks Burris by the collar with the slightest of ease, he cleans him up back to the way he was when he came in before packing his things and leaving the locker room throwing a peace sign up at the camera.

When he gets to his car, he throws his bag into the trunk and turns on the ignition... Orton notices the empty seat and soon sits in the drivers seat just looking out at the desolate yet dark parking lot.

Turning on the radio, he begins to yell out of frustration before seeing from his rearview mirror that Mox was coming back and when he sees him, he closes the door immediately not even wanting to talk.

Mox grabs a crowbar and breaks the window in anger of the bullshit him and Orton having been getting into all night, he then curses him out for breaking the window and soon Mox shuts him up and just say a few simple words to him.

"Shape up or Get Broke Up!"

Moxley walks away and after Orton calms down, he drives off into the darkness as the scene ends.

End Of Scene 1

Scene 2: Bedside Courage.

Time: 10:30 PM
Date: 12/25/14 {Christmas Day}
Area: UMDNJ Hospital
Characters: Kurt Orton, AJ Orton

After seeing the receptionist at the desk, I walked into the hospital room AJ was in with a pissed off mood from the last Raw and she stared at me with an enraged but desolate glare in her eyes, white as the skies she knew that I went back on my word to save her and have her back through it all.

Before I could get out a few words out of my mouth, she cut me off with a loud scream which slightly cracked the windows.

{Prodigy's Princess} AJ Orton

I ask you to do the most simple task and that is to help me beat these stupid little cocky pieces of shit that we call professional wrestlers and take them out! That's your goal now right! Take them down one by one and end their lives like they have no purpose! Put them down like the rabid animals that they are and make sure that they stay the fuck down in order for us both of us to take victory!

But instead, you end up finding a way to get handcuffed to the post while Moxley was god knows where in the arena in order to give up your manhood and say I Quit to JTB & Triana! Is this the man I married shortly after Wrestlemania 3 or as he gone soft?! Has he lost his viper like instinct?! Answer me!!!!

Kurt kept his head down ignoring her pleas for an answer, she almost begins to speak again before he snaps and speaks over her.

{The Prodigy} Kurt Orton

I didn't abandon you nor did Jon, when I called him he said he would help us out but he wouldn't be saving our asses like schoolyard kids scuffling with the big boys and I didn't get handcuffed on purpose, I was forced and dragged to the turnbuckle only to watch you take that spike screwdriver which caused you your injury!
But yet you see why I'm in a bad mood because I failed you, our marriage was based on that one match and I destroyed that with my failure... The New Age does not know love when they see it! My goal currently is to take them down and when JTB gets into the final three or two people just waiting for that shot! I guarantee he will be eliminated and not only will it be for the people who support me but it'll be for you.

Kurt kisses his wife on the cheek and smirks with a bit of confidence on his face yet he still feels dissatisfied and disappointed for what he did but tries to hold in the rest of his anger, he now turns his head and walks away saying that's "he going to the Ascension Rumble to win!"

As Kurt walks out the room, AJ falls back to sleep and he signs out of the hospital before driving off into the sunset.

End of Scene 2

Scene 3: Radio Daze

Time: 10:30 AM
Date: 1/15/15
Area: ITunes Podcast (Talk Is Jericho)
Characters: Kurt Orton, Chris Jericho

The scene kicks off via satellite in Winnipeg,Manitoba Canada where on one end is "Y2J" Chris Jericho, on the other end is Kurt Orton wearing a button down T-shirt and a pair of True Religion Jeans.

After wasting little time with introductions and past memories, Chris goes ahead to asking his first question.

{Y2J} Chris Jericho

I was watching most of Raw last week and what really stood out was your mixed tag match... What exactly urged you to continue the fight or ongoing war between the New Age?

{The Prodigy} Kurt Orton

Some say that my fight or as you called it a war was sparked because every single one of them is a piece of crap from Troy Motor all the way down to the big mouth renegade jackass JTB who thinks he's better than me... Chris you know our battles back in the day with the KOTR was brutal to the point where you took time off.

What they did to my wife was inexcusable to the point where I just lost all control, where everything was just not worth fighting for... My friends called it blasphemy and others referred to it as a way where they never saw me give up but I saw it as the nail in the coffin!

My battle with New Age... Hell they rather refer to this as a takeover of sorts... It's a mutiny to where I have seen the inner error of my ways and now most people can't stand staring in my direction... I'm in my inner demons and no one can't see past that but soon when I regain control of what the past memories claimed to be... Things won't be about New Age anymore... It'll be about what's best for Thy WWE.

{Y2J} Chris Jericho

These young guys are always ready for war no matter the terrain! With this upcoming Ascension Rumble heading towards you guys ... Do you seem ready to take down only 3 out of the 4 members of New Age seeing as Troy Motor as assembled himself into battle?

{The Prodigy} Kurt Orton

Troy Motor ascending into battle is my least bit of worry.. Hell if you think about it man.. He's Joey's sidekick, his right hand man.. His ace boon coon for god sakes and if he wants to make it out of Glendale alive... The little boy i watched from day one of his arrival who is now peaking his manhood best stay out of grown man's work.

I will eliminate all members of New Age who decide to stop my dream and aspirations of becoming the number 1 contender to the world title Chris... It's just simple I'm a man on a mission who wants fucking justice for the travesty that was bestowed upon me before the new year arose.

This time around, I am a new man... Better than the old and Bolder than the new ... No change and no range is my motto... In time my dear friend we are in dilemma of crisis and we must walk into the blaze of fire to extinguish it!

Thanks for having me on your show Chris, I must go prepare for the fight of my career and I will WIN!

With that being said, Chris would wrap up the show and shake Kurt's hand in a sign of luck and courage showing that he does have a sign of life.

End of Scene 3

Scene 4: My inner past.

Time: 11:30 PM
Date: 12/31/14
Area: Kurt Orton's Roof (Newark, NJ)
Characters: Kurt Orton

For the first time in a long time, we see Kurt on his roof gazing at the sunset just a few hours before 2015 takes a blaze and he is seen wearing a track suit plus drinking his sorrow away, what AJ said made him vulnerable to anything around him and it also made him just say "screw everything!"

He gazed out into the sunset while hearing all the happy couples embrace in warm gestures of kissing and hugging.

All of this, why did it happen? Where did it all come from? Hell... Why am I even here on earth?! I failed everyone and everything in my path but yet after what happened in my last match of the year, I just lost all focus ... Was it just a facade? Was my mission statement all a lie? Me facing Blade might not even happen if I keep up this... This shameful crap I call a damn career.

I might not even go to the rumble with the condition I'm in... This damn bottle in my hand won't even let me stand up... But I made a promise and a decree to get to Arizona as sober as possible to eliminate JTB and go onto Wrestlemania to become the Thy WWE World Champion.

Whether I'm drunk or sober... I'm gonna go to Arizona and with a burning passion lit in my eyes... Nothing! I mean nothing will stop me from being the best that this company has ever seen.

That's all I wanted since day one was to just be "that guy" the man on top sitting on the throne to be the one to change the game... All I see are pieces of a puzzle in this world, while some are broken ... Others are rapidly progressing and I see myself as one of those progressors who want change! If I need to sacrifice everything in my life to make my career and family worthwhile then so be it!

This world however can change a man not be the way he acts or how he behaves but by what he believes in... Martin Luther King once had a famous speech that made him change the way the people embrace each other emotionally, Malcolm X had a vision for his race to not be deterred by anyone of disrespect nor dishonesty... If I had a way to change something or give life to a dying object... It would be Thy WWE and I would change how the company walks and talks a revolution but does not show said steps to such a big project!

Kurt drops the bottle from his roof and stands above it just looking out at the night sky with the stars shining with glee and joy, his face shows purpose and with power in his eyes ... He laughs and smirks while walking across his rooftop.

A revolution. Can it happen? Will it work for everyone? The McMahon family can find all their excuses to hold me down but I will arise from the ashes like a Phoenix just waiting to strike and burning with this passion will fuel me to head in the future! Now I know no matter the goal, I can face any adversary without caution nor regret and walk with power under my words knowing that I have the advantage to make myself better than the rest!

Kurt reaches the bedroom after completing his walk around the house and begins packing his bag for the next trip, looking around he sees his son playing with the babysitter that was highly paid while they were both gone under a reasonable wage.

He kisses his son on the cheek as he smiles with his eyes shining like the brightest of lights, Jaden stares at his daddy knowing that he has a lot on his mind but in his little itty bitty heart, he knows that a legacy needs to be revived.

Kurt hands his son back over to the babysitter and walks out the door with a concerned look on his face, he might not come back nor will he be the same again but he realized that this is his time to make changes in his life and Ascension is where it starts.

The scene ends as Kurt drives off in one of his very classic cars which was a 1990 el Camino convertible, the night sky glazes darker as the scene ends.

End of Scene 4

I believe our legacy will be defined by the accomplishments and fearless nature by which our daughters and sons take on the global challenges we face.

I also wonder if perhaps the most lasting expression of one's humility lies in our ability to foster and mentor our children.

- Naveen Jain

Scene 5: Legacy.

Time: 7:30 PM
Date: 1/24/15
Area: Kurt Orton's Locker Room
Characters: Kurt Orton

Some people say that if you work hard enough for what you believe in then the work will soon pay off but in time we must look back to our days as infants to wonder what hard work and perseverance really was... Sure back then our favorite athletes growing up knew the meaning of it but now as the future of something even higher than what we know exists? Are our limits pressed to a new standard?

The final scene kicks off with Kurt Orton in his locker room tributing a Randy Savage "Cream Of the Crop" T-shirt and a multi colored set of tights to honor the legacy he once left behind, donning a black hood over his head... The camera man gives him the go ahead signal while tying his boots.

{The Prodigy} Kurt Orton

Are we all a facade? A image of what the machine wants us to dream of... Sometimes we can dream to have everything we ever want until one bad move hits the brain and it's lights out on all hopes and dreams we might hope for the future.

A famous man during my time of age once said that he was the cream of the crop to the wrestling world... He is now passed away and sitting up in the sky wondering how to handle me saying that this same federation years later needs that person.

That person to stand up against authority and fight the urge to obtain freedom... Martin Luther King Jr himself once tried to achieve this goal and he succeeded but for me... This is different yet I ask for something better than freedom.. I want to escape to a new world and a new life where I see the fans happy for the quality matches we put in front of them.

JTB, Troy Motor, Swags & Leftfoot, Jax Sykes are many men who want value and purpose to solidify their careers for this organization ... But all of them solely are in this for the fame and fortune or the perks of being Thy WWE superstar material but if you ask me why I'm here... It's to make a statement and more importantly... It's to define a legacy!

All 2014 everyone would say how much Kurt Orton couldn't handle the work load being giving to him since he was married to a less average popular woman on the roster and also having a kid to support but now things change since he has a newfound anger and a reason to bring change aboard such a vast wasteland.

The tyranny started by New Age is a vision of hell given to us by four young punks who think they are trying to bring order and justice back to the company but in all honesty... The devil has walked the path in these four poor souls and treaded his dangerous dastardly claws in their feeble minds!

Mighty Lord I pray to you this evening to watch over the five souls that I offer upon to your watchful eye and to some... They will fall while others prosper to glory beyond their wildest dreams! Honestly tonight's Ascension rumble does not concern who I eliminate nor who I harm in battle but the main person I am focused on is JTB and he has a new name... Wife Beater!

Scream and yell all you want Joseph, go ahead and say that I amount to nothing but deep down inside my heart no matter the fight I will walk to the deepest edges of the earth to find my courage and win! The family you so call brother and sister will soon turn their back on you! Twist the words around until your black and blue in the damn face but in reality you know as well as the Thy WWE Universe knows it... For all we know your little soldier Troy might eliminate you tonight just when you think you've reached the peak of enlightenment ... It all comes crashing the fuck down!

Orton stands up and takes the hood off of his head, revealing a R.I.P Macho Man headband and the T-shirt he is currently wearing yet his eyes remain focused and deep in his rage.

All the moments you cherish about growing up in Vancouver as a little boy watching your favorite wrestlers poor their heart out for the sake of the company... Sadly others are willing to take your dream away from you and whoever they are pose no threat to me! My focus remains on you and with all the strength in my body... I will poor all my blood sweat and tears into making sure you walk out to the ring fresh and ready for battle because when I put you over the top rope, I will be the one realizing my dream at hand and that is to walk away as the number 1 contender to that title!

You can be better than sliced bread or the sharpest tack in the pack but remember that in the end! That cream of the crop who rises slowly to the top... is Kurt fucking Orton! Oooooooh Yeahhhh! Dig It! No one! NO ONE IS BETTER THAN ME!

The first one in and the last to leave every damn Monday night and soon everyone will see the true potential that I have! I have worked too damn hard and long to have another Ascension rumble slip before me! This is my year! Best believe that every single person before and after my arrival will be taken down no matter how big or small they might be!

You see, you started a war that will be won by the good of the fight. The person with the most heart and the most endurance will find his own special way to win no matter the odds or the guts they put into it!

Orton walks out of the room and the cameraman is asked to follow him, he slowly walks down the hallway tapping the walls and staring at the posters hung above him.

Muhammad Ali, Joe Frasier, Sunny Lipton all once great boxers have had their heart crushed by that one loss which defined their careers to what they are today. Could I care what my career has in store for me this year? No! Whatever the task is I plan to accomplish it no matter the risk nor reward! All of these others in this year's rumble have this same goal while I need this goal to further my legacy!

Legacy. Something handed down to one another by a predecessor of some sort... My predecessor is someone of high stature and also a person who trained me from the start to show me the ins and outs of wrestling.

Orton gets to the gorilla position and sits on the equipment crates, he takes a few deep breaths before speaking one last time.

I'm walking into tonight not knowing who I face nor my order of entry but with all the skill and hard work I put into myself each and every day... I will accel to final two and achieve my greatness as the top tier superstar. Thy WWE roster be warned because this isn't the same Kurt Orton who started the year off in a continued slump! I will be the 2015 Ascension rumble winner and no one will stop me! Believe That!

Oh... And if ya don't know.... Now ya know!

Cause that's how I Roll!

Orton paces around as he asks the cameraman to leave in order for him to continue his preparation. The scene fades to black as the rumble poster appears on screen.

End of Scene 5.

EORP

[Joey The Bastard]

"I am the absolute BEST that this industry has to offer."
-Joey the Bastard

I'm a trend-setter. I'm the guy who made it cool to be an alcoholic. I'm the guy who made it hip to be an addict. I'm addicted to booze, I'm addicted to drugs, and I'm sure as hell addicted to sex. Hell, I'd even say that I'm addicted to gambling! But, it's not like I saw somebody else doing this shit and said, "Man, that's a good idea. I think I'm gonna become an addict cause I wanna be cool like JTB." Fuck no. I am the way that I am because that's just who I am. No outside influences. Me is me. But, what I'm seeing in this company recently... it's a bit comical to tell you all the truth. I see other superstars coming out and trying to capitalize on the style that I made famous, and I'm not mad about it. Don't worry. Imitation is the best form of flattery and we all know this. But, I never thought that every single last one of you mutha fuckas would be tryin' to bite my shit. It's gimmick infringement! You all remind me of Hollywood runnin' outta ideas and just makin' remakes of awesome movies. But, here's the thing... the remake is rarely better than the original. And, you guys who are trying to be just like me... you will never be me. I know you want to so badly, and it eats at you all at night when you're tryin', to sleep,  but it ain't gonna happen. I'm an original. I'm the most unique mutha fucka that this company has ever seen, and while there will be plenty of imitations... There can be only one...


J...


T...


B...


Bite me.


***


The Bastard woke up laying in the bathtub in a haze.

What the fuck?


He squinted his eyes to attempt to relieve the pain, but it was nothin' doin'. He shook his head in a second second attempt, but still... his eyes and head throbbed. There was only one way to cure this hangover, and The Bastard knew just they right way to do it.

Booze.


Joey opened his eyes and looked around the bathroom. It started to look familiar. he knew where he was now, but he didn't remember shit from last night. Probably another epic party on campus. New Age House had become known for those, and it had happened quickly. The Bastard liked to think of himself as the Party King. You ever see that episode of American Dad where Roger wanted to become the King of Spring Break? Well, that was JTB, but, like, times a million. He was the shit. He knew that, and everybody who attended these parties damn sure knew by the end of the night. If there even was one. Come to think of it, the first party that New Age House ever held lasted five days! And it was all thanks to Jay to the Bizzle. If he could only put in that much effort in to his wrestling career...


Fuck that. I do a lot. I've been going strong for, like, three years.


Yeah, so what? Are you the champ?


I will be.


Ya think so, eh? What happens when you show up to Ascension hung over as fuck? What then? You'll get picked off like a one-legged man in no man's land.


I'm the best!

Sure ya are... sure.


"It's fuckin' true." The Bastard said aloud as he managed to pull himself up. Weakling is the exact word that you would use to describe this man at this moment. He tried and failed; dropping his elbow hard on the side of the tub. He winced, but he knew what he needed to do. Joey tried again, this time succeeding... momentarily. Until he fell tailbone-first on to the edge of the tub.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhawwwwwwwwwwww" he cried as he fell out of his self-claimed prison: the tub. Joey didn't fall on to the linoleum floor, but he fell on the the bath mat. Joey, in a split second of realness, admired the feel of the bath-mat...


Whoa... So, soft...

Feels good, don't it? Get the fuck up, dumbass. There is so much fuckin' booze waiting in this house, and you can't even...

Fuck off, I know what I'm doin'.

Okay... Prove me wrong.

Benoit?

Fuck no, I ain't Chris Benoit! And neither are you! You're better than him. You're greater than him. Not technically, or any of that. But, legacy-wise, you will dominate any other pro wrestlers out there when it comes to accomplishments in Thy WWE...


Benoit wasn't even in Thy WWE...


SHUT THE FUCK UP! Who cares? Who cares aboout the so-called greats? Are you great?


Uhhhh.... yeah.


Then get the fuck up! Let's go! Undertaker... Shaemus... Austin Starr... Kenneth Walker...


Me.


Not yet.


Huh? I'm the best on this planet!


Keep telling yourself that, Mista Jay. But, compared to those names... I haven't even gotten to to likes of Barton... Bob Cena... And even Kurt fucking Orton...


FUCK YOU BRAIN!

Hahaha... Yeah.... I know, right? Kurt Orton has been World Champion, but you haven't? That's funny as fuck! And the best of all... all the world champs in the history of Thy WWE... you could beat every single one of those pieces of trash... pieces of garbage... pieces of shit! But, you're always the Roddy Piper of the group. Never the World's best... even though you are the world's best.


I am the best.


Haha, I believe you, Joey... But, do believe in yourself?


Dude, what the hell is going on?


It's me, Joey. It's you. It's everything. Right? Get the booze... easy.

The booze?


Yeah, the booze. Go get it. Isn't that the only thing that matters? Isn't getting fucked up the best thing in the world?


No.


Don't you dare fucking lie to me... to yourself! Who got you to where you are today? Was it your bad ass-ed-ness? Was it your open need to "go against the grain"? Or was it the fucking booze that made you who the fuck you are today?


The Bastard tried  to fight his thoughts, but there was no use. He loved this business... He always had. Ever since he was a boy, watching on UTV on Saturday afternoons at 3pm.


I love this. I swear, I love this so fucking much...


The Bastard thought of those who have paved the way for him... given their lives and bodies for the art of professional wrestling...


Taker... Flair... Michaels... Hogan... Austin... Eddy... Owen... Bret. 


" I'm as good as them" he said, fucked up beyond his mind.


The Nash's... the Hall's... the fuckin'... Goldbergs!

'HOLD ON!'

No... What about the Bulldogs? What about the Legion of Doom? What about the New Age Outlaws?

"I am... the fucking... BEST... that this industry has to offer..."

The Bastard then forgot about his quest to get more booze... his quest to get more fucked up. And, at that very moment, he embarked on his new quest....


to become...


The absolute best.


***


"I already am  the fucking best."


***


Okay... Fuck it. It's me. It's Jay to be Bee to the Shut the Fuck-izzle... Aight?

"Hey" the J-man was fucked, and he didn't give  fuck. Aight? It was time to get fucked up, right?



Uhh... Yeah... if you're a dumbass.

I'm not...

"Let's go." he said, but fuck it he thought... Why am I gonna be fuckin'  leadin' the way when other cocksuckers won't even show up to attempt to be the man, let alone, become the man."


 Like me, right?


"I'll always be the mutha fuckin' man.... Always be the man."

Are  you ready for the perfect storm?

Fuck yeah, I'm ready for the perfect fucking storm.....

I am the perfect storm.


The perfect storm.


Fuck it.