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Post by Niall on Dec 10, 2015 18:04:58 GMT -5
5 YEARS AGO
"You see that guy right there? He's gonna be huge. I can see it."
"How?"
"There's just something about him, he's charismatic, he has the confidence, he can talk, and most impressively, he can go."
Bob continued to watch a young Zak Shields from behind the curtain of a local independent show, as the booker and head trainer of the promotion, James Rooney, continued to talk about how impressed he was with Zak. Zak made a name for himself by wrestling up and down the UK, and he was beloved, not just by hardcore British fans, but by the promotors. Zak didnt care about money, Zak was all about the wrestling and so would work for next to nothing, despite being the main draw of the show. Zak was a king amongst men to even the wrestlers backstage, he was still young but he could put on a great match with just about anybody.
James Rooney:
"You see Bob, you should keep a close eye on Zak. He's the crown jewel of this scene, we have talent scouts in tonight from ThyWWE, and they're here for one man. Who knows, maybe Zak moving on to the States will lead to bigger things for you."
Bob chuckled at the comment made by his boss for the evening. I mean Zak was good, but come on, it's like he didnt watch Bob's match earlier on in the night. Bob made a name for himself in just a short year with his rapper gimmick, which he would take to ThyWWE, although drop a few years later, and people were not just paying to watch Zak beat up some chump, some were paying to watch the loudmouth, disrespectful kid get taught a lesson. That lesson however, would never be taught. Bob received the call three weeks later, from a Mr Austin Starr himself, the then General Manager of ThyWWE. Austin told Bob that he wanted him to come to Florida and train with some of the rookies in ThyWWE's developmental system. Bob jumped at the chance and was on his way to the States the very next week.
A WEEK LATER
Bob arrived at the ThyWWE Performance Centre, to see a brand new class of hopefuls preparing for their tryouts. There was fitness models, former football players that just couldnt cut it in the NFL and some faces that he recognised from wrestling clips online. Bob laid his bags down and was greeted by a young man who offered his hand in friendship."
"Hey, I'm Troy, you're that rapper guy, right?"
Stood before Bob, was Troy Motor, a young up and comer that Bob had watched on the internet once or twice, not really a guy who set the world on fire, but his potential was obvious. Bob was surprised, he had never stepped foot in the US prior to this, and yet he's been recognised.
Bob Cena:
"Yes that's me, nice to meet you man."
The two shook hands and were mostly stuck together during the tryout, seeing as they were the two youngest and were the only ones who's passion was clear to see. Eventually the fitness models ducked out, the football players realised they couldnt hack it, and the indy darlings were trying but not really succeeding. The two that stood tall were the two that wanted it badly, that being Bob and Troy. Eventually they were seperated when Troy was called up for dark matches but Bob was sent back to the indies, while under contract with ThyWWE to be recalled whenever they wanted to use him. Bob returned to IPW, continuing to gather momentum as he improved daily, gaining so much popularity that a huge main event was set up; Bob Cena vs Zak Shields, a match which would take place on the 3rd April, 2011. However, the relationship between Zak and Bob had soured, many had talked backstage that Zak was jealous of Bob's deal, others claimed that Bob felt that Zak was beneath him, most of the stories were lies, but the heat between the two was evident. The relationship would reach breaking point when Bob received a second call from Austin Starr. Austin had an idea for a stable named Eternal to come to debut in late March, and he felt like Bob would be a perfect fit for the group. After an hour of back and forth, the deal was agreed. Now came the tough part. Bob walked into the next live show, 12th March, took James and Zak into an empty room and told them.
Bob Cena:
"Sorry guys, Thy called me, they want me to debut on the 20th."
James Rooney:
"Wait, what? But you're booked here on the 3rd, you can still work that date right?"
Bob Cena:
"That's a Raw, I cant miss it."
Zak Shields:
"I knew it, I always knew you were a lowlife. You dont give a shit about this place, all you care about is the cash."
Bob Cena:
"Oh shut the fuck up! Dont be so jealous that the midcarder made it and you didnt."
Zak Shields:
"Jealous? Jealous of what?! You're one dimensional gimmick that will crash and burn in the States? You're gonna wind up back here, because you dont care enough about this business."
Bob Cena:
"Oh fuck you, have fun wrestling for fuck all money."
Zak took a swing at Bob but Bob managed to dodge before the two clashed in the middle of the room, neither man getting the advantage over the other. Soon wrestlers flooded the room and pulled both men off of each other, making sure neither man could get a hold of the other.
6 DAYS BEFORE THE PAY PER VIEW
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"
Bob watched as his girlfriend, Nicole, was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by nurses, midwives and doctors as their baby son was finally on its way. Every thought imaginable raced through Bob's mind, from a strange birth defect, to the baby getting strangled with the umbilical cord. Bob held on to the hand of the love of his life, a woman he had fought so hard to ensure was never in pain, and now he could only look on, powerless, as she faced the greatest pain she's likely ever to go through.
Random Doctor:
"I see the head, you're almost there! Keep pushing!"
Bob took a peak down at the crowning head and suddenly everything became very real. Oh shit, it's here, this one day that changes everything. 6 days before one of the biggest nights of Bob's career, comes the biggest night of Bob's life. Every single moment he spent with Nicole has led to this moment, the quiet nights on the couch, the wild nights on the town, the fights, the make up dates, all of it, leads to this moment.
Random Doctor:
"Here he is! Congradulations, its a boy."
Bob almost collapsed on top of Nicole, as the two kissed and shared a moment in private, taking in the moment for what it was.
2 HOURS LATER
"He's beautiful isnt he?"
A passing midwife made the comment to Bob as he watched his newborn son sleep peacefully in the incubator.
Bob Cena:
".....Yeah...."
Bob could barely get the words out of his mouth, so overcome with emotions having watched his life change before his very eyes. The midwife checked on the infant and soon was on her way as Bob started talking to his son for the first time.
Bob Cena:
"Hi...."
The baby smiled upon hearing his father's voice for the first time which led to a similar smile appearing across Bob's face. Suddenly, the baby opened his eyes and Bob was now looking into the deep pools of blue. He had never felt like this before, not when he met Nicole, not even when he won the World Championship. This was something different, this was not just a moment he had been waiting for, that he had dreamed about. This was the moment that Bob fell in love with his son, he didnt believe in love at first sight until now. Looking into the eyes of his son, he was mesmerised as he continued talking. Bob couldnt speak, he could barely even move, he couldnt even do the cliche holding out your finger as the baby wraps its hand around the finger. Instead he did what he always did, he cast his mind to wrestling, what he loves, and suddenly realised that what Zak said all those years ago rings true today. Bob didnt care if ThyWWE shut down tomorrow, he would take his talents and go elsewhere for similar if not more money. Bob hated almost everything about ThyWWE but he made his return for one reason; to make the money he needed for his family. He realised that not only was Zak right at the time, he was wrong in his interpretation. Zak believed that wrestling should be done by the people who live and breathe for the business and that money hungry mercenaries should play no part in it. But the fact is, wrestling is a brutal business, yes business, not hobby, its a business that tests the boundaries of a man's body. Bob had broken bones, pulled muscles and now realised that its impossible to do it for the dream. He not only wanted more money, he needed to make money. He needed to win the Championship in order to put food on the table, he needs to main event the next pay per view so that his son can go to college, he needs to be THE guy in ThyWWE so that he can retire injury free at a young age to spend time with his son and Nicole. Passion brought Bob to the dance and its brought him as far as it will ever bring him. Passion will not only be harsh on Bob, passion will bring him to the brink of death, as it has done on numerous occasions. This was no longer about passion, this was pure and simple business, and when that championship is on the line at Anarchy, Bob will stoop to any low to ensure he is going him with the gold, and the bigger pay check.
3 DAYS BEFORE THE PAY PER VIEW
Scene opens up in the ThyWWE Performance Centre as Bob sets up his camera in the middle of the ring, getting ready to shoot another episode of PoTV for his Youtube channel.
Bob Cena:
"If there is one thing, that I cannot stand in wrestling, its a hypocrite. Its a guy who will call out everybody and anybody on an issue, while also being guilty of that same offence himself. And for far far too long, ThyWWE has just been riddled with hypocrites. From guys like Joey The Bastard to Kurt Orton, you just cant escape them. I need to tell you all something and that is that, I, am a hypocrite. For the last 5 years I have come out and I have talked about guys like Alex Kendall, about Sheamus, about Bret Hart, who only do this for the money, who dont care about ThyWWE. Well I'm here to break it to you all, do you wanna know why I hate Blade LaVigne? It's not because he ruins what ThyWWE is supposed to be, its because his bank account has a lot more money than mine does. That's it, that one extra zero at the end of his pay check just leaves a sour taste in my mouth. And I gotta thank Zak Shields for making me realise that. You see Zak, I gotta say, personally, I respect the Hell out of you. Personally, you are a hell of a guy, hell I would even trust you with being the Godfather of my son. But business-wise, you fucking disgust me. You were content with travelling up and down the UK in a shitty rental car, which broke down every 6 miles, just for a hot dog and a handshake. That's not me man, and I see it in you. I see that jealousy in your eyes, that mindset that I have always been considered in a better light than you, the fact that the majority of times that we have fought, the fact that I retired your mentor, Bret Hart.....three fucking times now. And I know it still cuts you up deep inside that I got here first.
Bob thinks back over his friendship with his other opponent for this Sunday, Troy Motor, as he continues talking. That bond, the connection, that rock solid friendship that was built up between the two since that day in 2010 when the two met each other was gone. All because Troy Motor decided that stick his nose where it didnt belong. Bob watched as Troy lost to Zak and truly felt sorry for his friend, he was devastated for him because he knew how hard he worked to win just one Championship. However it also was a weight off of his shoulders. Bob wanted that championship, he wanted it badly and he knew that taking on one of his best friends would only cloud his judgement. But....then Troy did something he shouldnt have done, and as Bob was about to defeat the Champion, Troy attacked Bob. So overcome with his own jealousy, Troy snapped and beat the hell out of both champion and challenger. A night which really stuck in Bob's mind each night as he tossed and turned in bed. While they both broke in at the same time, Troy was like a protege for Bob, a guy who could never keep his mind focused on a goal, and allowed himself to stray from the task at hand. That was until Bob had taken him under his wing in the New Age. Almost to his own demise as Troy seems more focused than ever, a threat that Bob not only is aware of, but which Bob is somewhat worried about. He has watched Troy Motor in physical battles, he knows that going in to this Sunday he wont be the same man when he walks out.
Bob Cena:
"Well look who finally showed he has a set of balls. Let me tell you all something, when I first got here, I befriended Troy Motor, I loved this man, he was like a brother to me and that is why I wanted him in the New Age. And things like that is what led to my demise in ThyWWE. I allowed my personal judgement to cloud my common sense. I taught Troy Motor everything that I know, and I didnt see it coming. I'll be honest you caught me off guard, congratulations. Since we both came here, we have had two very different career paths. I have main evented Wrestlemania, I have won the the World Heavyweight Championship, I have main evented Oppression, I have main event Ascension, and now I get to challenge for the International Championship. You on the other hand, you've been locked in a dungeon, you've been the scum of the roster. Well Troy, I have never been locked away in a dungeon, I have never had to enter the open battle royal just to get on a show. I never turned my back on the man who's side I stood by through thick or thin. The main difference between you and I, is that people care about me, people care because they know when Bob Cena is in a match, he will put on a hell of a show, he will always be match of the night. Whereas you, will always be that guy who was just there to take the fall.
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Post by "British Brawler" Zak Shields on Dec 14, 2015 19:12:54 GMT -5
 ]Zak has recently had a had time coing out of the ring with his hand held high. But still he had his THY International title around his waist and he could still call himself a Champion. A Champion, what really is a Champion. The man chosen to lead his fellow soilders into battle, The man chosen to show the rest of his men to courage they should all have or is it the man who choses to lead when all other leaders have failed. A Champion is what you see a man to be and what he has achieved in his lifetime. Zak is a Champion with or without the gold around his waist he was a man that could call himself a Champion in life, and Bob Cena wanted to show the world that Zak wasn't a Champion. For many years Bob and Zak have worked and fought against and beside one another. From the early indy days in th UK to the big time in THY WWE. No matter how much they tried to keep out of each others way, destiny always brought them back together.
Its late in the night in the Shields house hold and all are sleeping, all except Zak. Zak is sat up in bed with his wife asleep beside him his son in his moses basket at the bottom of the bed. The could moon light slightly emits the room. On his bed side table Zak's mobile begins to vibrate. Quickly he grabs it and walks out of the room not to disturb his wife and son. He walks down the stairs as he answers the phone.
Zak Shields - “Hello?!”
Man on the Phone - “is this Zak Shields?”
Zak Shields - “Yes it is. Who is this and why are you calling me so late at night?”
Man on the Phone - “This is the govenor of HMS Wakefield prison. I have some information regarding your father. I'm afraid there has been an incednt with him and another inmate in the prison earlier today. I'm afraid your father was killed in a planned gang related attack here in the Prison. I'm so sorry for your loss.”
A pause ensues for about ten seconds.
Zak Shields - “Don't be...”
Govenor - “Mr Shields, as the only member of family we can get hold of we need you to collect the body from our mourge and make the arrangements for the burial. We could make all the arrangements for you and bury your father here in our graveyard but thats only if you wish it so.”
Zak Shields - “He may have been a murderous bastard but he was still my father and deserves to be buried outside of prison walls. I'll come and collect him and make my own arrangemnets after Anarchy.”
Govenor - “As you wish Mr Shields. You have my condolencise. Also good luck in your match.”
The phone goes dead and Zak sits down on the couch and he drops the phone on the floor as a tear drops from his eye. He lays on the couch and he falls asleep.
The day of Anarchy and Zak and Sophie are in Zak's dressing room. Zak has dressed early wearing his black trunks and his British Brawler hoody. His boots are on and laced up ready for his match. Sophie is sat on the counch with the International Title over her shoulder.
Sophie Shields - “Zak we can talk about your father if you want.”
Zak Shields - “Whats there to talk about. He's dead and im going to bury him. Im going to be the one that puts him in the ground just like I promised him.
Sophie Shields – “I know he was an asshole and I know you hated him but the bottom line is he was still your father.”
Zak Shields - “Yes he was and from no on he will no longer have anything to do with my life. He will no longer hold me back.”
Sophie Shields - “I know deep down you feel something Zak. I saw you the other night. I saw you shed a tear for your father. Like it or not you loved him once.”
Zak Shields - “Once, maybe. But tonight isnt about my father its about Bob and Troy. Those two son's of bitches think they can come and take away what I have earned with blood sweat and tears. Fuck them both. Zak Shields dosent bend to no man. Bob and I have had our history and he is a man I respect. Hell we was at our wedding, he was one of the men I chose to witness us becoming man and wife and for that I give him thanks. The years we have spent going back and forth in this battle of imortals seems to be never ending and to be quite frank I'm getting sick of it. Bob Cena is a man I admire for all he has achieve but tonight I will do everything in my power to beat him.”
Sophie Shields - “Troy is no pushover remember.”
Zak Shields - “No pushover, I beat his ass a few weeks ago. I defended my title against him and he failed. Tonight will be no different, Troy always seems to fall at the last hurdle and he will do the same tonight. Troy Motor is no concern of mine the fans are out here tonight to see me and Bob go toe to toe, hell me and Bob would be the main event tonight but Joey has to be the one to steal the show. Speaking of headlining. Have you seen Blade tonight?”
Sophie Shields - “He's not on the card babe.”
Zak Shields - “My point exactly. The man is the World Heavyweight Champion and he dosent even defend his title at a pay per view. How dare he be called a champion while I'm the one to carry this company for him.”
Zak stops and he looks to his wife. He walks over to her and he picks her up from the couch as she lowers the International title onto the couch Zak hugs his wife and he sheds one more tear.
Zak Shields - “For those I love...”
Sophie Shields – “I will sacrifice!” |
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Post by Jon Moxley / The Wyatt Family on Dec 14, 2015 20:05:26 GMT -5
He fought CM Punk for the TV title a few years back.
He lost.
He fought Joey the Bastard for the intercontinental championship at Anarchy a few years back.
He lost.
He fought Zak Shields for the International championship a few weeks back.
He lost.
Troy sat in his parked rents car, thinking hard about it all. Three chances, and he fucked himself over and lost all of them. He was a glorified jobber. He always spouted off about how he was the greatest, the most potential, and yet, all he'd ever done was beat Beno. A huge accomplishment given Beno's legendary status, but Troy hadn't done anything before or after that was noteworthy. Had he peaked at WrestleMania?
These thoughts permeated his brain for several days leading up to Sunday. He was unsure if he could do it.
Still is.
He put up a façade; the ever confident Troy Motor. But he felt like a little dog, all bark and no bite. Every time Troy thought about wrestling, he got sour in the stomach, and his mind was clouded with rage. Rage. Rage. That was all Troy had become. A ball of rage and guilt and fuckups.
"Fuck up. That'd sum it up." Troy muttered to himself.
His thoughts hit him all at once. Every loss clouded every victory, every triumph hidden away by his mistakes. Fuck it. Fuck. It. FUCK IT.
His hands smashed down on the steering wheel repeatedly.
"FUCK!" He shouted suddenly, his head coming to rest on the wheel. Troy Motor couldn't catch a break.
He'd screwed over his family, he screwed over his friends, he screwed over Bob.... and for what? One notable victory? His mind traveled back to his little bar fight with his brother. It had long since been washed off,but he could still feel his brothers blood, hot on his knuckles. Boy did his mom talk his ear off about that. And then his brothers absolutely marvelous wife called him up, but he just set his phone down onto the table and waited for her to hang up.
Troy had probably hit rock bottom.
****
"Why me?"
Troy asked himself that question. He looked genuinely confused.
"Why do I get these chances? I just screw myself over in the end. I beat Beno in the fight of my life, yet here I am. I've fucked up again. I should've been able to beat Zak for the title. It should be me defending tonight, but I screwed up. And yet here I am. Against two of ThyWWE's best, fighting for a title I fucked my chance up to win. Why? I'm just gonna fuck up again. What's the point? Why me? Is it funny to you people? Do you like seeing Troy Motor elevated just to get brought crashing down?"
Troy actually looks vulnerable. He's finally letting out the thoughts that have plagued his mind for a very long time.
"It's a vicious circle, godammit. I win, then I fuck up. Over and over again. Just this once, I wanna break the cycle. I want to so goddamn bad. But I just can't have it, I can't win! I CAN'T WIN! How many people do I have to fuck over to get somewhere? Bob fuckin Cena has been my only friend here since I started, and I put the bullet in the chamber and shot him in the back! Because that's how much I want this. I'll drop every-goddamn-thing that has ever made me happy just to get this title!"
Troy looks absolutely unhinged by this point, pacing, running his hands through his hair compulsively.
****
With a sigh, Troy climbed out of his car and walked into the arena. It was 3:35 PM, so mostly all of the crew had arrived. He loved the arena at this time. It felt alive, people running around, all of chatter. He rounded a corner and he was at the gorilla position. He took a moment to look around; monitors showing a live feed of the under construction ring, tech guys milling about.
He walked through the curtain into the main part of the arena. The stage was still being constructed.
Troy climbed over the barricade, took a seat about halfway up into the stands, and put on his headphones. He needed to find a calm within him. He didn't want to judge everything emotionally.
He was going to be cold and calculating.
****
"No, I don't just want this, actually. I need this. I need it like oxygen. I didn't sleep last night; I was up all night, my eyes on the ceiling. Every failure came to me at once with the force of a semi truck. I'm letting my failures overshadow my accomplishments, and that's the worst pain I can levy onto myself. If I can't win this....."
Troy rubs his hands over his face. It's like he can't even entertain the very real possibility of him losing.
"What's the point of being around if I can't even win a title?"
Troy let out a deep sigh. He was at the end of his rope.
"I need this."
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