Oppression: Kurt Orton vs Triana

[Vince McMahon]

Match Three: Kurt Orton vs Triana

After turning his back on the world last week, and signing a pact with the Devil himself, Kurt Orton will learn first hand that nothing comes easy in Thy WWE. Triana didn't seem to be very impressed with this "new and improved" Kurt Orton, so the best female wrestler on the planet requested a match with the newest associate of the New Age. Triana still has some frustrations to get out after coming within inches of becoming Thy WWE's first ever female World Champion a few weeks ago, and what better victim to torture and maim than the former Prodigy, Kurt Orton? But, Kurt Orton has a lot to prove himself. Does he really deserve a spot in Thy WWE? Does he really deserve to be called Mister Money in the Bank? The initiations start now. Let the hazings begin!

RP HERE
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[Triana]

{1 week before Pay per View: Won't Stay Gold Pony Boy} 

What do you see around me? I see right now a broken grandfather clock sitting in the corner. Four walls surrounding me of a small forgotten cabin torn to rubble and withered from a recent rain. The floor holds a broken table, half a chair, a counter and stove area completely broken to nothing, and a stove that once heated this roofless withering cabin. I am knelt before the grandfather clock the time has stopped right before the bell has struck upon the twelve. Kneeling right now looking to the clock I am dressed in a pair of black faded jeans and a pair of converse sneakers adorn my feet. My upper half is covered by a white jean jacket and a black t-shirt that sports the New Age name in blood red. My face is painted as my hair is still in pigtails. I gaze upon the stop clocked in this place of ruin. 

“You know the world surrounds us and things fall to ruin. Either by our own hands or incidents beyond our control. This could be demolished and be remade but it is far from being repaired. It has run its course. But the demolishing of some things goes unfinished and someone tries to have the audacity to figure fixing something is better than just finishing it for good. That is what saddens me about this. I look at the clock and I realize the time of something else that needs to end thinking it is still meaningful. This place is nothing now, it is a shamble of its former glory. A reminder of failure that was destroyed. It is pitiful and lacks the condition to rise to the former glory that it once possessed. If I had to reference this place I would compare it to the return of Thy WWE's Kurt Orton. A man that was left in shambles by the New Age on different occasions but unknown to me my love JTB brought out this mere shell of a man. He presented this half an entity to the world but I for one do not agree with the move nor do I find equal footing with Kurt Orton. I've never liked him and I never will in any retrospect it is a personal distaste for this man. He sickens me, he came from barely anything and he did achieve his goal but his way of bragging and trying to prattle on as if he truly deserves it then he turns on everything. Kurt Orton like this is nothing like he was but wants to be recognized and be rebuilt into something different or better. But he is shambles, debris of a past that Thy WWE should forget. JTB comments all the time about the New Age but having Kurt here isn't a New Age it is a past being resurrected with a mask. I don't agree with it and I distrust Kurt. You cannot build nothing from the remembrance of the past. This building is a sign but you know everything has an hour upon which it is finally destroyed and removed from the eyes of all. An era with something that was glorified in the past rising up again is just repeating history. It is taking shit and calling it manure trying to add some sort of jest to the meaning. I detest the knowing of bringing something back that once was.” 

I get up from the kneeling before the grandfather clock as I walk along the wooden floor and step out the open door frame and look upon the rickety steps that I walk down with ease. Walking over to a backpack I brought I lean over and pull out a little black looking cube. Straightening myself I turn back toward the broken cabin. Moving toward it I would then place the black cube on the side and then start to walk away some. Picking the bag up as I go to a little bit of a treeline, pulling out a small remote I push a button and boom the cabin blows up some and crumbles into itself. I smile as the dust and smoke clear. With my backpack slung over my shoulder I head back to see the remains of the cabin. Taking a look I see the grandfather clock slowly ticking and then it sounds before breaking apart. 

“Everything has their time, everything falls to where it needs to be. Nothing lasts forever within the New Age. This cabin has crumbled to nothing, it needed that push to know the time was done. With the sound echoing out in these woods the broken memories can now be washed away. Something better can be built upon the ruins of it. I see something better, maybe a slaughter house for people wanting to bring their roadkill. Maybe even a little backwoods booty brothel. So many options now the road is clear for something better. No one needs what was there it served its purpose what once was cannot be again. History does repeat itself that is a true moniker that has been proven but history repeats itself in different places with different people in similar situations. I hope that someone like Kurt Orton can understand that. He is nothing like he once was, a glorified moron whom had his run but when he doesn't know when to quit that is just it. I won't apologize for anything that has ever been done to him. I would repeat the history that includes what was done to the people he loves. Those were moments that helped build the New Age, Orton was a representation of what we despised that is why I don't understand Joey's move. That is what I hate to look upon. I see nothing but a failed man and a failed being in general. The foundation is there but it will just take the right strike to demolish what is left and the hour will ring soon enough. Everything crumbles in time and it is the weakest when it is trying to be rebuilt. That is the lesson here, the very satisfaction of destroying what you started on. I never like leaving a job unfinished and you can be sure that this is a job I will finish. I guess if you read the outsiders you will know the real truth because you won't stay gold Pony Boy.” 

With that I took my bag and headed back away from the rubble into the woods away from the destruction that had been caused by my own to hands. I even started to skip at the satisfaction of what I had done. This was just the start of my satisfaction and my preview for anyone watching on Thy's website. I had to make things clear. 

{5 days before Pay per View: Pot calling the kettle black?!?!} 

It has been two days since my stint with the cabin and making a clear point made. I am giggling now and putting on my makeup. Dressed back in my short shorts and white t-shirts. I have the blue, red, and white makeup over my face. Hair has streaks of dye as I lean back in the chair before my vanity. All of a sudden I see the old me in my mirror the long blond haired and sweet Triana of old. The one who battled her way from nothing, the willed fighter trying to make her mark. I stop for a second and then I see her speaking to me from the mirror. 

“Triana how could you do that as a person. Your hatred for Kurt Orton is beyond measure right now but everyone deserves a second chance to be whom they want to be. You are being a hypocrite on that. I mean what happened to me? I turned into a bubble gum chewing slut that likes to wear dainty revealing attire? I mean that makeup screams crazy bitch to no ends. I don't get it your telling Kurt Orton not to be something different?” 

I just look at the mirror and laugh. I draw a wide smile in red lipstick over her mouth and then toss it over my shoulder. 

“Looky looky it is me. The old me that accomplished so much but then floundered like a fish. But we didn't really change did we old me? You've always been hiding the true us underneath that nicey nice attitude. See we became better, that fighting attitude is still there but you know why we developed. We became tired of not getting things we wanted from the likes of Vince McMahon. Then Joey found us and helped us realize whom we are. We just needed to present it, no one is a pot calling the kettle black. Look me, look at Kurt Orton. You know how he was the prideful type and is this the first time he has really tried to come back? The answer is no! Kurt is nothing but something that keeps crawling back like a cockroach. Our attire now is the truth, we've always wanted to do whatever we felt like. Kurt can't be something different because he never really changes. He flops back and forth like a stupid dog that cant fully roll over so he rolls back the way he tried stuck in a constant half roll.” 

The me in the mirror rubs her chin as I start putting blue eye shadow on. 

“You are right about Kurt he has been here before but what of the fact of how you've treated him. The way you and New Age have handled Kurt in the past is just more reason you should give him a second chance. We all have a conscious and in a weird way I am yours. I am that truth you need to realize your dark and twisted ways are not the way to be. Kurt is human and every human is a gift of life that should be respected. Yes Triana we have both loved competition but you also need to know that hate will only breed more hate. Give Kurt a second chance. I must admit I do love your outfit.” 

With that I start to paint the face in the mirror the makeup stains upon the glass. I listen to the other self acting is if I don't hear a word but I respond. 

“Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! You see me Kurt has always been the same, doing things to him is a part of what we have always been. You remember the destruction we put others through. We are still the same determined woman but this time we make the rules. We don't play by the lame waiting game that others do. No we play by the rules we make and set up. Kurt is a casualty of war but we've never liked him. Even under the false pretenses we always thought he was the aggravating kind for the company. He held a spot deserved by the better and brighter stars like those that flock within the New Age. Competition still drives us, the recent matches I've been in proves it. You are me but you are a version that wasn't awake to the world. Trapped under deceit of a disrespectful company that wouldn't deliver you the chances so earned. Once the Intercontinental championship left your waist you became just a gaze upon woman. Nothing given to you like you were forgotten. I am your awakening we are not a rebuilt or refurbished image of the past. We are still the same just truly able to see ourselves. Kurt Orton is not a human, he is a dog that didn't get put down. An infectious dog with a viral case of rabies.” 

The me in the mirror matched now as the makeup seemed to appear on her face. As well I watched the hair change to two pig tails as she laughed. The other self spoke then. 

“I see it now! I understand it now! You are right we are a pesticide that is used to eradicate the weak links that have made use suffer. The bonds of the old must be broken. KO is the old and broken. You are right to have shown yourself the light we are not some darkness and craziness. We are just truth, we are the reality that people fear to accept. They don't see it but Kurt Orton is just the old news. He thinks he can reclaim destiny but I see it now. We are the face of the future, we came close to the world championship. Kurt has had his day upon the hill top but he fell from there. We just beat some of the reality into him. A job unfinished though Triana, and wake up call we will extend soon. Now I get it we are as we have always meant to be. We must finish what was started, correct the mistake that Joey made. I see now that Joey is just overstressed the poor dear. We all make mistakes and Joey is allowed he has brought the New Age up from the bottom we will rid it of the unfinished business. We will win our match when it comes.” 

I looked at the mirror self of me and nodded in agreement. I got up and walked away from the vanity skipping out of my room. My mirror had random spots of makeup on it looking like a wild smile. 

{3 days before the Pay per View: The Sadistic Queen of all} 

I sit in a throne looking to some thy wwe officials taking photos of me for a promo shoot. I have a crown upon my head but dressed in my normal wrestling attire. My bat rests upon my lap and then I take a moment smiling as I look at the photographer. 

“I've watched men and women come in and out of this company. I've watched different women say they would be the ones standing above all and claim to be the Queen. But no woman has been here as long as I have. No woman has been in that ring for the last few years trying to show the male dominated sport who reigns between the ropes. Me I step in whether I win or lose but I've walked out to walk in again. I don't care if I drip blood from my mouth from internal bleeding. I don't care if I nearly suffocate an opponent. I don't care if I get broken, bruised, or bloodied. I'm the Sadistic Queen of it all. No woman has measured up to me, no woman has done the things I've done here. The fun fact of it all is I am just beginning and I don't care if it is the photographer in front of me or the guy setting up backgrounds for each layout. This ideal look where I have a crown and am on a throne matches the reality of the company. I thrive now and it is all thanks to Joey. He saw the truth and I am the example for the New Age that a woman can be something. You may not like my level of violence but you all standing here listening better spread this by ear, text, or whatever. I don't fear no others and that includes the likes of any man. As a woman bound to compete against men it has become common place for people to see what I can do. I don't care if your the top of the mountain or the lowest person around. I'll swing my bat and take your head off your shoulders just the same. No man is getting in my way and that include Kurt Orton. He is old news, I loath his continuation, his reemergence is annoying. I'll wipe him off the map if it means I get another championship match. See I love my New Age brothers that have come this far with me. I am the sister they've needed. I'm the standout of the group having been a champion multiple times. I thirst for the taste of gold now after my match with Blade and I can concur I am not stopping there. If it came down to it the only man I will not take the belt from is Joey. But Kurt Orton being here that just ruins my mood. How dare a flash from the past try to gain his second chance during a time when I deserve more. We ride this company of him once and even rid it of Vince and his family circus. The show has been better since, it is more alive with youthful competition. First Beno now KO and Blade still has the gold? This company still needs work and New Age is doing that. Joey made a move that I don't agree with but like a good couple sometimes the woman has to step in and correct the mistake. It is a sense of purpose to hold me over until this Queen can rightfully find the gold that suits her waist. But only one belt can so until then I will do what must need to be done. Kurt Orton thinks he finally has the odds stacked in his favor to stand strong? Do any of you think I have forgotten him>? I detest every bit of whom he is, I would rather quit than have the likes of KO near me. Joey brought Kurt into the fray but like a tumor he is to be removed. For once Thy won't continue to die. We got rid of the old people clogging the works now we must keep out the talent that helped it nearly die. Now finish taking your photos!” 

With that the crew continued to take the photos of me. I smirked to myself holding the bat ready to use it at the Pay per View on the one and only Kurt Orton.

["The Prodigy" Kurt Orton (F)]

Prologue.

New Age. A faction i watched decimate not only competition but authority as well.. Five months i was gone to once again bring peace to my home and raise my son to see a happy healthy life of joy and prosperity throughout his days on earth..but as i sat back and watch Thy WWE fall into the black hole of darkness.

Christian Knight. Retired after a very estemmed and illustrious career in the business. Ken Walker a deceased veteran to the game who also paid his dues and then we have Vince Mchmahon who simply never gave a damn about Kurt Orton.

It all ends here. #KOISBACK.

End of Prologue

Scene 1: no more games.

Time: 11:05 PM
Date: 3/30/16
Area: Resch Center (Green Bay, WI)
Characters: Kurt Orton, Burris Troy

New Age + Kurt Orton in the same sentence? What year is it... 2001 when Stone Cold joined forces with Vince Mcmahon and his family or 2016 when The Prodigy...Thy WWE's number 1 beloved daredevil and attention giver to all the people sitting at home watching just made the world stop.

He made the world stop with the impactful comments of how they didn't give a damn about wrestlemania last year when the title was on the line and all the motivation, the cheers and dedication were given to the enemy!

Now his current objective was win and your in for the remainder of the time... But lose and you retire going out in a blaze of glory without any chance of returning to the company which he was fine with knowing now that the esteemed struggle was lost and members that were committed to the cause stopped due to pay rate.. Kurt Orton was soon to be next.

Our scene opened in a refreshed yet lavish locker room of our prodigy, the same way he likes it now added with a family poster above his locker area.

He smirked at the picture before beginning to pack his things until suddenly seeing his old friend Burris Troy come in unannounced and that didn't bother him one bit.. The duo spoke off camera for a moment until signaling that it was time to begin.

[Thy WWE Interviewer] Burris Troy

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Raw 156 post show with your host Burris Troy and my guest at this time is none other than the former two time Thy WWE World Champion and soon to be next or final International champion of the world... "The Prodigy" Kurt Orton!!

Kurt stares at the camera blankly with no care in the world at all as Burris continued to speak.

Now Kurt, I've been your friend since your debut and this isn't you... The change, the attitude and the demanor of how you carry yourself just makes me ask why? Why would you come back and terrorize the world champ?

What champion Burris? The man who weaseled his way out of defeating me at last years Wrestlemania that he had to use a Money in the bank briefcase to which no one to about just to put me down!

Is he proud after that? Cause in my eyes... I know I beat Blade. In the eyes of those brain dead idiots i used to call my peeps.. Even they know i had him beat but did Vincent Kennedy Mcmahon care? Did he do what was best for business and strip blade of that title? No! He felt appreciated by the good humanitarian things his champion stuck with and not one fuck was given about my performance? My hard work and dedication i set out to give every damn night.

My respect i give to every single damn newcomer that graces this desolate waste of a company! I do what i can for this place to further it's horizon Burris and where's the appreciation?!

Sunday. I get that recognition and honor when i get intitated into the New Age.. In the full 5 to 6 months i have been gone though Triana has made..um.. A rather change in her attitude and i don't knock her for it but
this is the new me! Love me! Hate me! I don't care.. But you will respect me!

Note that at the end of the day Burris Troy that when i cash in this briefcase.. I won't be a good guy. I won't be a bad guy. I'll be THE GUY!

If ya don't know... Now ya know!

Cause that's... How I roll!

The scene abruptly ends with the camera malfunctioning right after Kurt was trying to keep going with his thoughts.

EORP