Post by Joey The Bastard on Apr 14, 2015 17:41:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backstage area of last week's edition of Thy WWE RAW. JTB is walking down a hall looking pissed off. Burris Troy runs in to the shot, trying to get a word with The Bastard.
Troy: Mr. Bastard. Mr. Bastard! I take it you haven't heard the news yet.
The Bastard stops and turns around with a sour look on his face.
JTB: What the hell do you want?
Troy: You're going in to the Hall of the Fame!
The Bastard stares at the ground, in shock.
Troy: This must be wonderful for you. You're finally going to get the recognition that you deserve! How does that make you feel?
JTB: How does that make me feel? I feel... I feel...
Rage fills JTB's eyes as he grabs Burris Troy by the throat and pins him up against a wall.
JTB: Down right pissed off is how I feel! First McMahon cuts me off on live television, and then this?
JTB releases Burris Troy and snatches the microphone away. Burris scurries off, leaving JTB alone with the camera.
JTB: Vince McMahon, if you think for a second that inducting me in to the Hall of Fame is gonna save your company, you must be even more demented than we all thought. One little ring doesn't cancel out the way that me and my New Age cohorts have been treated since the day we all walked in to this company. If you really wanted to save your ass, you would have opened up a new wing and called it the Hall of Joey the Bastard. That's how much I mean to this company! Not a little picture on the wall with a short description. And what would that description say? Something stupid like, "Former two-time IC Champ who held the title longer than anybody else. Lasted longer in the Rumble than anybody else. Eliminated more guys in the Rumble than anybody else." Big deal! There's one crutial accomplishment that would be missing from the plaque, and that is winning the World Championship. You think I'm going to allow myself to be put in to that joke of a Hall of Fame without first winning that title? You think that measly little ring would mean anything to me without my name being etched in history on that list of champions? I haven't even main-evented a WrestleMania! Where are you gonna put me in the Hall? The honorable-mentions wing? No way! I am better than each and every one of those so-called Hall of Famers. I'm better than Sheamus... Better than Kendall... Better than Freeman... Better than Starr and Walker and The Undertaker. So as far as your little induction goes, Vince, the answer is no, and you can shove that ring up your ass! Thy WWE will die, and try and try as you must to stop it, McMahon. But there's nothing that you can do to stop it! As for those undeserving legends in the Hall of Fame, I dare you to come to Raw in two weeks. I challenge every last so-called legend that Thy WWE holds so dear to come and face me, the baddest bastard on the damn planet, in what I like to call... The Legends Gauntlet! That's right. The Bastard steps inside the squared circle with the likes of Alex Kendall, and Sam Barton, and who knows? Maybe the ghost of Kenneth Walker might show up! But one thing is for sure. In the Legends Gauntlet, Joey the Bastard is gonna kick each and every one of their geriatric asses! Don't break a hip, boys!
The Bastard turns around to walk away but spots a Thy WWE Hall of Fame poster on the wall. JTB walks up and spits on it before making his way down the hall and disappearing around a corner.
***
The scene opens up inside an unknown hospital. We see a woman lying in a hospital bed. Her face is badly bruised and her neck is being held together with a cervical brace. The camera pans over to see Joey the Bastard sitting in a chair across the room from her. The room is dimly lit, and we can see through the window that it is night time. The Bastard leans forward in the chair, putting his elbows on his knees while staring at the woman in critical condition.
JTB: They're not sure if she's gonna make it. And that's a bit of a shame, because from what I hear, she was just an innocent bystander. Much like AJ Orton was an innocent bystander when I put her in a bed just like this one. In a hospital just like this one. But... was AJ truly innocent? Was this girl truly innocent? She had to do something to piss the world off. Or maybe the driver was targeting somebody else? Perhaps her boyfriend, or husband? Maybe her significant other angered the wrong man, and when he came to take him out, this woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
JTB leans back and looks at the camera.
JTB: Does that sound familiar to you, Kurt Orton? Does this scene remind you of how you weren't sure if your beloved wife would ever walk again? This woman suffered the same injuries as AJ did, and it's not looking so good. How is AJ, by the way? I always like to follow up on my work. Is she walking yet? Has she even woken up yet? More importantly, how is your child taking this whole thing? Must be hard. And I see that, instead of standing by your family, you're right back in the ring fighting for what really matters to you. Fame and fortune, and the Thy WWE World Championship. What a husband you are! What a father! Did the sentence that we laid upon you teach you nothing, Orton? Because, if it didn't, things can get a hell of a lot worse. Trust me.
JTB stands up and walks to the bed. He stands over the severely injured woman.
JTB: I wish I could say that I felt bad about what happened, Kurt. But I can't. It's impossible. In fact, I loved it. It gave me a thrill that was damn near sexual. I loved it so much that I had to go out and do it again! I loved the look on your face, pleading with us not to hurt your precious AJ. And I really loved the look on your face when we crushed her neck in to a million pieces. One would think that that would be a lesson learned, but not for you. Too much unwarrented pride. And they call me the bad guy... Sickening really. That you would ever put your family in danger like that. Just so you could go out there and get a piece of that spotlight. Were you trying to prove a point, Kurt? That you would put everything and every person that you held dear in danger on a whim? You see, I know just exactly the type of person you are, and I knew you'd accept that match in a second. You weren't thinking of AJ's well-being when you signed on for that match a few weeks ago on RAW. No. You were only thinking of yourself. You jumped at the chance to get a win over the man to beat, Joey the Bastard, and you put your family on the back burner to accomplish that. Yet, you failed. Just like you always do when you face me. Sure, you won the Rumble to earn a shot at Blade LaVigne at WrestleMania. But you've never pinned me one on one. Blade LaVigne has. What makes you think you can beat him for that title when you can't beat your real enemy? That title will mean nothing after Thy WWE is gone, so what's the point?
JTB walks over beside the woman and gently strokes her hair.
JTB: Is this what you did, Kurt? Stroked AJ's hair. Rubbed her cheek. Told her that you'd get revenge for her. Kurt, AJ doesn't want revenge. Your child doesn't want revenge. They want their father, and husband. And with you continuing on this quest for vengeance, and your quest to regain the World Championship, you are going against everything your family wants from you. What they need from you! You abandoned them, Kurt. You abandoned your loving family, and when we meet in that ring this week, they will never be able to forgive you after I destroy you. You could have stayed home, Orton. But you had to come back, and now your family will never see you in the same light again. See, I don't need to destroy your body. I've already destroyed your heart, and it looks like my attempts to detroy your mind are working perfectly. First the heart, then the mind, and then, Kurt... Only then will I put you out of your misery and destroy your body once and for all. But, in order for that to happen, a few things need to happen first.
The Bastard turns his back on the woman and leaves the room as the camera follows. JTB leads the way down the hall of, what looks to be, an abandoned hospital. He turns into another room and we find an empty bed. A heart rate monitor is set up in the corner complete with life support. JTB stands at the foot of the bed after putting on a doctor's coat. He pulls out the file from the box at the foot of the bed and begins to read.
JTB: The career of Kurt Orton and the future of Thy WWE. Oh no, this one doesn't look good at all. Doesn't seem like there is much time left for these two. Kurt Orton, fight it all you want, but I will break you. And once Thy WWE is finally destroyed at the hands of the New Age, your mind will have finally been eliminated. Everything you hold dear will be nothing but a memory. AJ, your child, they will despise you. The fans that you fight for will know who you truly are. They will despise you. Thy WWE will be no more, and what will that leave you with, Kurt? Your own guilt. Your own self-loathing. And you will try to make ammends, but it will fall on deaf ears. Thy WWE's cries for help will fall on deaf ears, because nobody is strong enough to save it. Not you. Not Blade LaVigne. Not even Christian Knight can stop the New Age from burning Thy WWE to the ground. This industry needs a new class of villian, and I'm just the guy to fill that role. And after all is said and done, Kurt. When you're wallowing in an abyss of self-pity, and the ashes that were once Thy WWE are smouldering to nothing, there will be only one thing left to do. And that's...
JTB walks over and unplugs the life support. The heart rate monitor starts beeping like crazy.
*beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeebeebeeebeeebeeebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
JTB: Pull the plug.
The scene begins to fade out as JTB stares at the heart rate monitor with an evil grin on his face. He tosses the file on to the bed, shaking his head with a slight giggle and leaves the room. The camera zooms in on the name on the file. It reads "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton.
Fade to black.
Troy: Mr. Bastard. Mr. Bastard! I take it you haven't heard the news yet.
The Bastard stops and turns around with a sour look on his face.
JTB: What the hell do you want?
Troy: You're going in to the Hall of the Fame!
The Bastard stares at the ground, in shock.
Troy: This must be wonderful for you. You're finally going to get the recognition that you deserve! How does that make you feel?
JTB: How does that make me feel? I feel... I feel...
Rage fills JTB's eyes as he grabs Burris Troy by the throat and pins him up against a wall.
JTB: Down right pissed off is how I feel! First McMahon cuts me off on live television, and then this?
JTB releases Burris Troy and snatches the microphone away. Burris scurries off, leaving JTB alone with the camera.
JTB: Vince McMahon, if you think for a second that inducting me in to the Hall of Fame is gonna save your company, you must be even more demented than we all thought. One little ring doesn't cancel out the way that me and my New Age cohorts have been treated since the day we all walked in to this company. If you really wanted to save your ass, you would have opened up a new wing and called it the Hall of Joey the Bastard. That's how much I mean to this company! Not a little picture on the wall with a short description. And what would that description say? Something stupid like, "Former two-time IC Champ who held the title longer than anybody else. Lasted longer in the Rumble than anybody else. Eliminated more guys in the Rumble than anybody else." Big deal! There's one crutial accomplishment that would be missing from the plaque, and that is winning the World Championship. You think I'm going to allow myself to be put in to that joke of a Hall of Fame without first winning that title? You think that measly little ring would mean anything to me without my name being etched in history on that list of champions? I haven't even main-evented a WrestleMania! Where are you gonna put me in the Hall? The honorable-mentions wing? No way! I am better than each and every one of those so-called Hall of Famers. I'm better than Sheamus... Better than Kendall... Better than Freeman... Better than Starr and Walker and The Undertaker. So as far as your little induction goes, Vince, the answer is no, and you can shove that ring up your ass! Thy WWE will die, and try and try as you must to stop it, McMahon. But there's nothing that you can do to stop it! As for those undeserving legends in the Hall of Fame, I dare you to come to Raw in two weeks. I challenge every last so-called legend that Thy WWE holds so dear to come and face me, the baddest bastard on the damn planet, in what I like to call... The Legends Gauntlet! That's right. The Bastard steps inside the squared circle with the likes of Alex Kendall, and Sam Barton, and who knows? Maybe the ghost of Kenneth Walker might show up! But one thing is for sure. In the Legends Gauntlet, Joey the Bastard is gonna kick each and every one of their geriatric asses! Don't break a hip, boys!
The Bastard turns around to walk away but spots a Thy WWE Hall of Fame poster on the wall. JTB walks up and spits on it before making his way down the hall and disappearing around a corner.
***
The scene opens up inside an unknown hospital. We see a woman lying in a hospital bed. Her face is badly bruised and her neck is being held together with a cervical brace. The camera pans over to see Joey the Bastard sitting in a chair across the room from her. The room is dimly lit, and we can see through the window that it is night time. The Bastard leans forward in the chair, putting his elbows on his knees while staring at the woman in critical condition.
JTB: They're not sure if she's gonna make it. And that's a bit of a shame, because from what I hear, she was just an innocent bystander. Much like AJ Orton was an innocent bystander when I put her in a bed just like this one. In a hospital just like this one. But... was AJ truly innocent? Was this girl truly innocent? She had to do something to piss the world off. Or maybe the driver was targeting somebody else? Perhaps her boyfriend, or husband? Maybe her significant other angered the wrong man, and when he came to take him out, this woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
JTB leans back and looks at the camera.
JTB: Does that sound familiar to you, Kurt Orton? Does this scene remind you of how you weren't sure if your beloved wife would ever walk again? This woman suffered the same injuries as AJ did, and it's not looking so good. How is AJ, by the way? I always like to follow up on my work. Is she walking yet? Has she even woken up yet? More importantly, how is your child taking this whole thing? Must be hard. And I see that, instead of standing by your family, you're right back in the ring fighting for what really matters to you. Fame and fortune, and the Thy WWE World Championship. What a husband you are! What a father! Did the sentence that we laid upon you teach you nothing, Orton? Because, if it didn't, things can get a hell of a lot worse. Trust me.
JTB stands up and walks to the bed. He stands over the severely injured woman.
JTB: I wish I could say that I felt bad about what happened, Kurt. But I can't. It's impossible. In fact, I loved it. It gave me a thrill that was damn near sexual. I loved it so much that I had to go out and do it again! I loved the look on your face, pleading with us not to hurt your precious AJ. And I really loved the look on your face when we crushed her neck in to a million pieces. One would think that that would be a lesson learned, but not for you. Too much unwarrented pride. And they call me the bad guy... Sickening really. That you would ever put your family in danger like that. Just so you could go out there and get a piece of that spotlight. Were you trying to prove a point, Kurt? That you would put everything and every person that you held dear in danger on a whim? You see, I know just exactly the type of person you are, and I knew you'd accept that match in a second. You weren't thinking of AJ's well-being when you signed on for that match a few weeks ago on RAW. No. You were only thinking of yourself. You jumped at the chance to get a win over the man to beat, Joey the Bastard, and you put your family on the back burner to accomplish that. Yet, you failed. Just like you always do when you face me. Sure, you won the Rumble to earn a shot at Blade LaVigne at WrestleMania. But you've never pinned me one on one. Blade LaVigne has. What makes you think you can beat him for that title when you can't beat your real enemy? That title will mean nothing after Thy WWE is gone, so what's the point?
JTB walks over beside the woman and gently strokes her hair.
JTB: Is this what you did, Kurt? Stroked AJ's hair. Rubbed her cheek. Told her that you'd get revenge for her. Kurt, AJ doesn't want revenge. Your child doesn't want revenge. They want their father, and husband. And with you continuing on this quest for vengeance, and your quest to regain the World Championship, you are going against everything your family wants from you. What they need from you! You abandoned them, Kurt. You abandoned your loving family, and when we meet in that ring this week, they will never be able to forgive you after I destroy you. You could have stayed home, Orton. But you had to come back, and now your family will never see you in the same light again. See, I don't need to destroy your body. I've already destroyed your heart, and it looks like my attempts to detroy your mind are working perfectly. First the heart, then the mind, and then, Kurt... Only then will I put you out of your misery and destroy your body once and for all. But, in order for that to happen, a few things need to happen first.
The Bastard turns his back on the woman and leaves the room as the camera follows. JTB leads the way down the hall of, what looks to be, an abandoned hospital. He turns into another room and we find an empty bed. A heart rate monitor is set up in the corner complete with life support. JTB stands at the foot of the bed after putting on a doctor's coat. He pulls out the file from the box at the foot of the bed and begins to read.
JTB: The career of Kurt Orton and the future of Thy WWE. Oh no, this one doesn't look good at all. Doesn't seem like there is much time left for these two. Kurt Orton, fight it all you want, but I will break you. And once Thy WWE is finally destroyed at the hands of the New Age, your mind will have finally been eliminated. Everything you hold dear will be nothing but a memory. AJ, your child, they will despise you. The fans that you fight for will know who you truly are. They will despise you. Thy WWE will be no more, and what will that leave you with, Kurt? Your own guilt. Your own self-loathing. And you will try to make ammends, but it will fall on deaf ears. Thy WWE's cries for help will fall on deaf ears, because nobody is strong enough to save it. Not you. Not Blade LaVigne. Not even Christian Knight can stop the New Age from burning Thy WWE to the ground. This industry needs a new class of villian, and I'm just the guy to fill that role. And after all is said and done, Kurt. When you're wallowing in an abyss of self-pity, and the ashes that were once Thy WWE are smouldering to nothing, there will be only one thing left to do. And that's...
JTB walks over and unplugs the life support. The heart rate monitor starts beeping like crazy.
*beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeebeebeeebeeebeeebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
JTB: Pull the plug.
The scene begins to fade out as JTB stares at the heart rate monitor with an evil grin on his face. He tosses the file on to the bed, shaking his head with a slight giggle and leaves the room. The camera zooms in on the name on the file. It reads "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton.
Fade to black.
