WGEF Presents: Retribution - 12/15/2011 - The truth hurts doesn’t it?

Title: WGEF Presents: Retribution - 12/15/2011 - The truth hurts doesn’t it?
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The truth hurts doesn’t it?

I am seen pacing back and forth as the scene opens up.

Tamara Marie Rose says: Baby, what’s wrong?

I stop and just look at her for a moment.

The Rocket says: What’s wrong? What’s wrong? You know my history with this company and you know that I have fought like hell to make myself better then I have ever been before and here I am stuck in a fucking handicap match!

She simply looks at and starts thinking for a moment.

Tamara Marie Rose says: Baby, you’ve got those three idiots. It’s really simple what you have to do and if you beat them then the only thing standing between you and that Mainstream Championship is Lucas Prodigy and that’s where you need to be. You can take these three morons out. It’s only Rizwan Ahmed, Randy and Chris Orton; you can beat those three without issue.

I stop for a moment and put my head in my hands as I think about things.

Tamara Marie Rose says: Come on guys, let’s cut this from the promo that’s going to air.

Curtis Thompson says: All right Mrs. Rose we’ll cut this from the full promo.

Tamara Marie Rose says: All right let’s reset and get this done so we can ALL go home.

::-TAKE II-::

The scene opens up on me pacing back and forth. My full attention is nowhere near on the camera.

The Rocket says: I have been going back and forth trying to wrap my head around what is going to take place next Thursday night and I just can’t seem to do it. I did however want to address the majority owner of WGEF before I continue any further. So with that being said I’d like to send out the following message to Kaylee Adams.

I stop pacing back and forth and get right in front of the camera.

The Rocket says: Take a second and get comfortable because what I am about to say to you is going to really hit you where it hurts.

I pause for a moment before I continue.

The Rocket says: Kaylee, I’ve known you for quite awhile and the one thing about you that I’ve learned is that you are without a doubt the biggest, trashiest, whore of a woman that I have ever in my life had the displeasure of working for. Now, why on earthy would I go off and say something like that? Quite simple, go on a journey with me for a moment. We’re going to go back to the MSN days for a moment.

Behind me is a dry erase board with a couple of markers. I take one of the markers and write the letters E-W-F and then I draw a box around those letters and make an arrow with the words MSN Network.

The Rocket says: It was in this company where right here, EWF, where all the problems between you and I truly began. Now of course I know that you aren’t going to remember that company and why should you? You were only the Undisputed Champion who ducked me at any you got. Is it starting to come back to you now? Maybe you remember a tag team by the name of The Dreadful Sickness running wild throughout EWF but you know what? You couldn’t keep me down because I just wouldn’t let you and I eventually got the United States Championship and if I am not mistaken, I was the final United States Champion of that company. That’s beside the point but it’s where this whole thing between you and I started and it kept building and building and building until it overflowed into this company, WGEF.

I turn back around and write the letters W-G-E-F on the board and put a box around them just like I did for the E-W-F letters. Instead of writing MSN with arrow out to the side of it, I write MSN/Aimoo to represent the transition after MSN’s closure.

The Rocket says: I knew exactly how to get underneath your skin. It was one of the things I did better then anyone of the guys numerous guys you opened your damn legs for so what happened when we switched networks? You thought that you and Ryan Payne would get together and plan and plot the way to get me out of your hair for good and you know what? You actually succeeded with the help of Shawn Clarke and some of Ryan’s buddies and once Shawn and Ryan beat the hell out of me and tossed me into a dumpster and left me for dead you thought that was it, it was over and you’d won. Fast Forward two years later and WGEF is trying to get going again and I miss one show.

I turn back around to write on the board. I write the words ‘New Era – 2011: WGEF’ and I then go underneath those words and write ‘Missed 1 show’ and I underline these words numerous times before turning back to the camera and dropping the marker to the floor.

The Rocket says: I missed one show and you start getting preachy about employment and questioning how in the hell I did things in other companies and that you don’t have time to waste on people who aren’t going to show up for you. Check this out little girl, your company isn’t the only one I am an employee of and while we’re at it, you don’t have to employ me if you don’t want to, I’m doing pretty good money wise and this is just an extra cash gig for me. I said all of that to say this, I don’t wrestle for you nor will I ever wrestle for you, I wrestle for the people.

I take a fist and beat it to my chest.

The Rocket says: I wrestle for all of those people that made me exactly who I am today and one of the people that made me who I am today was NOT you. See two years ago I was stupid enough to not see who was really pulling the strings to get me out of the company in the first place but then I went back and looked into it and EVERYTHINGpoints right back in your direction. You set it up and you weren’t going to stop it once the plan was working just the way you wanted it to, now here we are two later and I miss one show and you think that punishment for that is going to be throwing me into a three on one handicap match? Do you NOT realize that I have overcome much bigger, much greater odds then the ones stacked before me at Retribution this week?

I nod my head up and down and grin for a moment.

The Rocket says: Your trying to teach me a lesson with this match at Retribution this week huh? Guess what? When I walk into Seattle, Washington and proceed to kick not one, not two but three Asses then you will truly see that I amNOT the same person I used to be. Check this out though boss! Something that you are going to find out real quick is that no matter how much you stack the deck against The Rocket he’s always and I mean always going come out on top and whenever you finally grow a set of nuts big enough to come up to me and talk to me personally then and only then can you dictate whatever the fuck you want. Until then step off cause I have a job to do and the last thing I need is you telling me how to do it.

I turn around and look at the board for a moment.

The Rocket says: That’s a lot of history on that board. Get this thing out of here; I have the rest of a promo to do.

The production crew comes into the frame and begins taking the board away and as the board is moved out of the way we see three posters. One is of Rizwan Ahmed, one is of Randy Orton and the other is of Chris Orton. Over the Chris Orton banner is a piece of duck tape that says ‘L-O-S-E-R’ down it. After the board is gone I walk back and stand in front of the posters for a moment.

The Rocket says: Now that I have gotten my message to Kaylee or Ms. Adams let me get to the three goofs that I’ll be facing this week at Retribution in a three on one handicap match.

Scoff

The Rocket says: Three on one, like that’s not really a punishment for me. This match is exactly what it’s meant to be and that simply like I already said, it’s a punishment but it’s a punishment with a prize attached to it. You see when I beat the three of you and send you back down to the lower decks of this company; I will be one step closer to becoming the new Mainstream Champion.

I turn around and walk up to the poster of Rizwan Ahmed and stand right in front of it and just stand there looking at it.

The Rocket says: So this is the famous Rizwan Ahmed, the Pakistani Playboy?

I turn around and look over at my wife.

The Rocket says: Let me see that stat sheet.

My wife walks into frame with her iPad and hands it to me and then walks back out of frame. I begin looking over the sheet for a moment before looking back at the camera.

The Rocket says: Pretty impressive stuff here, Riz. Says here that you’re a Co-Founder of New Generation X? Anyone know what the hell that is?

I look back over to the production crew and none of them seems to know.

The Rocket says: I guess moving on then.

I take a moment to look over his accomplishments.

The Rocket says: Got a good set of belts here buddy. Says you’ve been the TV Champ three times, Extreme once, and Intercontinental Champion once. Seems like you know all about holding some gold there. What’s this? The second Pakistani Wrestler to hold a Championship in WGEF, that’s a good one there. You got some history on you and that’s good, it means I’m not walking into this match with an amateur and that’s good but something you’ve never been is the Mainstream Champion or a World Heavyweight Champion. You got the hunger kid? You think you have what it takes to beat a twelve time World Heavyweight Champion? Guess what?

My wife re-enters the frame and takes her iPad and as she is leaving I look at the poster for a moment before ripping it off the wall and tearing it to shreds and throwing what’s left of it to the ground.

The Rocket says: Cause I don’t think you can but you know something else? I also don’t have two other guys to help me out and that puts me in a position that I’m just a little uncomfortable with. I’ll figure it out though don’t you worry about that one bit. Gotta keep my eye on the prize now don’t I?

I nod my head up and down as I walk over to the next poster, which happens to be of none other then Randy Orton. I stop for a moment and just look up at this image and shake my head back and forth in disappointment.

The Rocket says: I don’t need an iPad with a stat sheet to know about the Apex Predator. I’ve kind of had a thing for taking other people’s nicknames and shoving them right back down the throats of the people who came up with them in the first place. Randy, you’re the kind of cat that likes to play games with people and that’s fine because like you I happen to be quite skilled at the mind games but there’s one thing that I’ve learned about those mind games that you haven’t and it’s like that old adage goes, don’t play with your food. I got news for you Mr. Predator! Three on one against The Rocket will make you famous and tonight, the decision maker won’t be about when you can hit the RKO but it’s going to be about working with others to take care of The Rocket but NEWSFLASH!

I turn around and tear the poster down off the wall.

The Rocket says: You won’t be able to do what you’re being paid to do. You know, the one that Kaylee has built this match up for. She wants to punish me for missing a single show so she stacks the deck and thinks that all three of you will get the job done and knock me out of the Mainstream Championship tournament. It’s not gonna happen Thursday night and it damn sure happen as long as I am a member of the WGEF roster. Thursday night, I cut the head off the Viper and leave the Pakistani Playboy belly up wishing he had a hand to help him out. But then again, maybe he does?

I look down at the floor to the pieces of the Randy Orton poster on the floor and move on to the third and final guy in this handicap match, Chris Orton or as I like to call him, The Loser.

The Rocket says: So now we come to the big component of this entire team, Chris Orton. Dude, what happened to you? You came acting like you were gonna be this big great savior and within the last two weeks you’ve seem to have really fallen from grace a bit. I took a look at what the backstage crew caught on camera from this last week and it really looks like you’ve fallen on hard times and can’t seem to get the job done these days. Don’t worry though cause the fact that you are on a two match-losing streak works greatly in my favor this Thursday night. I got it figured like this pal, you are going to be so worried about trying to secure your first win in this new era in WGEF that it’s going to negate your other two team members.

I shrug my shoulders and shake my head back and forth.

The Rocket says: Now I could be one hundred percent wrong and you three could be the best of friends but the one thing that seems to stand out to me is that all three of you are just a bunch of LOSERS and that is exactly what you all will be on Thursday night when The Rocket rolls into Seattle, Washington. That Mainstream Championship is coming home to Los Angeles with me and once I got that belt tied up it’s going to be all about moving on to that Global Heavyweight Championship.

I get a little closer to the camera.

The Rocket says: Now, I don’t want everyone watching this to think that I’ve forgotten about Lucas Prodigy because he’s more then likely gonna be the guy that I have to beat to get my hands on that Mainstream Championship belt. I know all about you buddy; you are the guy that I have wanted to beat the hell out of since I got back to this damn company. Let's take a little walk for a second, I have something i'd like you and the rest of the people to take a look at.

I step forward and walk over to a wall with newspaper clippings on it. All of the headlines are about WGEF’s return and on these clippings some items are highlighted.

The Rocket says: You know, I was wrong when I said that PDub was the WGEF ‘Golden Boy’ because at the big grand Press Conference it was real clear that everyone wanted to see you, Lucas, more then they wanted to see any of us that actually bothered to show up and you know what? That really pisses me off! Because who in the hell do you think you are? I mean, I could understand if you were some Hall of Famer like Chris Orton or Phoenix but you aren’t. I want to know who in the hell you think are? Anytime I did a fucking interview all I got asked about was if I’d seen Lucas Prodigy or if he’d be there and I nearly smacked the living hell out of everyone that asked. When you and I finally meet in that ring Lucas, I’m going to do to you exactly what I wanted to do to each and everyone of those people that asked about you. I look forward to when I meet you in that ring and we get to beat the hell out of each other because that is exactly what is going to happen and when I beat you, then you can answer the question that people will be asking you and that question will be: Lucas, how did it feel to get beaten by The Rocket? And you’ll get that lump in your throat and you won’t be able to answer the question because of the fact when I beat you, it’ll be indescribable.

Taking the focus back over I move away from the wall with the clippings on it and we focus in on me.

The Rocket says: But that’s when I finally get to face the famous Lucas Prodigy. This week I deal with three morons who think they’re going to get the best of me and that’s just not going to happen. You three can count on one thing happening and that’s me walking out of this match as the winner. Until then boys, I’ll see you Thursday night in Seattle and I would suggest that Rizwan, Randy and Chris that you three get very familiar with each other because I don’t want any excuses for why you couldn’t get the job that Kaylee is paying to do done. Get the hell out of here and someone get in here and clean this mess up.

With that the camera pans out and the image of me fades to black.

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Re：WGEF Presents: Retribution - 12/15/2011 - The truth hurts doesn’t it?

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Seattle, Washington.
“Does it always have to rain in this damn city?” says a very frustrated Tamara Marie Rose as we enter the Key Arena. She closes the umbrella and hands me her bags to carry to our locker room, She doesn’t like when it rains.
Me on the other hand, I love when it rains. “You know what? I don’t really find it all that bad. This city is kind of famous for it rain. I know they damn sure weren’t famous for their basketball team, that much is certain.” We continue walking down the corridor that leads to our assigned locker room.
“Baby I really don’t like how you are placed in a three on one handicap match tonight. Something about this whole situation really bothers me.” Her concern for my safety is very present on her face. I can look at her and know that she is thinking about ways to get me around or out of this match but truth be told, I am looking forward to this match. We stop walking for just a moment and set down her bags and hug her close to me. “You have nothing to worry about. Tonight I am going to do what I do best and that is using my brain to beat all three of these idiots. I already have that working in my favor.” She looks up at me with her chin resting on my chest and while I know that she is still incredibly worried about me tonight she knows that all she has to do is look into my eyes and that tells her everything she needs to know, she trusts me.
:: One-Hour Passes ::
Some time passes and we have been in our locker room for quite awhile now. I have already eaten and so has she, I also am already in my wrestling gear and ready for tonight.
“You know, it’s been pretty quite tonight.” I say to her as she looks at me for a moment thinking to herself before responding, ‘Yeah it really has been. No one hounding you for an interview or coming and asking us what happened to us last week or anything. Strange.” I’m glad that the two of us were thinking alike. Could there something in store for me later tonight directly from wonderful boss who is as two faced as they come? Guess we’ll find out later on.
“While we’re waiting to get interrupted…” She says this as she is running over and jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and locks her arms around my neck, she begins to kiss me the only way she knows how, with passion. I return her kiss and we move over to the couch and I sit us down and she is now straddling me as we continue kissing. “This is getting pretty damn hot.” She places a finger to my lips and stops me from saying anything else as her lips return to mine. Her kisses taste like strawberries and I find it amazing how something like that happens. As we continue kissing there is a knock at my locker room door and she stops and lays her head on shoulder as I look up at the ceiling thinking that this was the perfect time. She picks her head up from my shoulder and looks at me, “We both knew that was going to happen.” I just look at her and nod my head up and down as I help her stand up. Once we’re both standing we make our way over to the locker room door but I stop for a moment and grab my leather coat that is draped over a black folding chair and as I begin to leave the locker room, I stop and turn around and look back at the chair. I walk over to it and stand in front of it and fold it and take it with my coat and me as we join my wife and Timmy Short.
:: Interview Segment ::
I set down the folding chair and begin to put my coat on as my wife is speaking with Timmy about the interview. After my coat is on and in place I pick up the steel folding chair and make my way over to my wife and Timmy and my wife looks at me with a smile on her face and then over at Timmy and says, “Well Timmy, it looks like my husband has replaced me for the evening.” I grin at her and look over at Timmy who seems a bit frightened by this exchange between my wife and I.
“What’s the matter Tim, you look a little afraid.” I say to him and he just shrugs and point at the chair and I look down and then look back to him, “Oh that? You don’t need to worry about that. It’s got nothing to do with you.” He sighs with relief and motions for the cameraman to come over to where all three of us are standing around and he begins telling us that he’s going to do the interview right now. My wife begins fixing her hair and I look over at her and shake my head back and forth and she stops what she’s doing and smiles at me with her head cocked to the side and says, “What? A girl can’t fix her hair before she goes on camera?” I just shake my head back and forth and tell her, “You really don’t need to do that, your hair always looks sexy.” She smiles and hugs me, which is when Timmy lets us know that he’s now recording.
We begin the segment with a close up on Timmy who begins with, “Ladies and Gentlemen at this time I am joined by The Rocket and his wife Tamara Marie Rose.” The camera pans over to my wife and I as Timmy joins us. “Let me start asking Mrs. Rose the first question, what is your take on this whole… I guess we could say situation tonight. Kaylee Adams, our owner has decided to place your husband in a three on one handicap match with the prize being to move on in this new tournament for the Mainstream Championship? Your husband has been very vocal about his dislike and distrust for Ms. Adams.” He moves the microphone over to my wife for her to respond.
“I will say this to Kaylee Adams. I understand that you have a business to run and you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do but what I don’t appreciate is you stacking the deck against my husband like you have done tonight. It’s pure stupidity at it’s finest for you to make him beat three guys tonight just to move on to the next round of this little tournament for the Mainstream Championship when the guy who did the same thing my husband did last week only has to go through one person to move on? If that’s not favoritism or being a corrupt owner then I don’t know what is.” With that Timmy bring the microphone back over towards himself, “That is rather bizarre and I was wondering the very same thing, why must The Rocket tonight have to compete in a three on one handicap match when Joel Jiles no showed last week also and is only facing Lucas Prodigy?”
I take the microphone right out of Timmy’s hand; “Maybe this chair is going to be for you tonight, Timmy. My wife just asked that question you moron! You know what? Your done conducting this interview, take a hike!’ I push him Timmy out of the way and hand the microphone off to my wife.
“Thank you baby, Now where way I? Oh that corrupt owner of this company. Do you seriously expect my husband and the rest of Team 2point0 to believe that you are showing bias towards him by putting him in a match like this one?’ She moves the microphone over to me, “Seems like little miss power pants is taking a page right out of the current NBA commissioners book if you ask me.’ She re-takes the microphone again, “Well baby tell me and the rest of Team 2point0 exactly what you are going to do tonight to Rizwan Ahmed, Chris Orton and RANDY ORTON.”
I ask my wife for the microphone and she hands it over to me as I motion for the camera to get a closer shot of my face, “Tonight is the night that I overcome adversity and beat the pants right off of three guys. One of which hasn’t bothered to show his face and rightfully so because if he did show up, he knows good and damn well that he’d be publically embarrassed as he and his team lose tonight. Who do I have to thank for this match tonight?’ I stop and take a moment to scratch my chin before UH OH! A light bulb goes off, “Kaylee fucking Adams. The same woman who wouldn’t know how to run a company if it just landed in her stupid lap. You know, I painted the pretty picture in my first promo for this match about you being so drunk with power that you would do anything and I do mean ANYTHING you could do to get me out of this company and out of your hair and you know what? I couldn’t have been more right. In the past you let Shawn Clarke and Ryan Payne and the Golden Age run crazy over this place until you finally saw that everything everyone said about Payne and Clarke and everyone else was true.” I shudder for moment thinking about the way I was just kicked to the side like trash.
“Yeah, you let them run things and kick people out of the company that fit into their idea of what a superstar really is but we all know what that is don’t we? To them a superstar isn’t a Champion, a superstar is about being a bully and asserting their weight and that’s exactly what you are doing to me tonight. You’re a fucking hypocrite and you know it! I signed with this company again for a couple of reasons and one of those was to become the Global Heavyweight Champion but we saw how quickly those dreams were dashed didn’t we? So then I take a week off to get my head screwed back on straight and I come back to a three on one handicap match for a chance to move on to the pay per view to become the Mainstream Champion?’ I nod my head up and down it’s just that simple to understand, “You thought by throwing me in this match that it would shut me up from not asking for a re-match to get the Heavyweight Championship didn’t you? Clever plan. Failed but, nonetheless it was a very clever plan. I want you to sit back tonight and watch what I do to the three of these guys with my little friend.” I pick up the steel-folding chair and show the camera.
“This right here, this little equalizer is my ticket to victory tonight. One way or another be it though a DQ or a three on one assault this Rocket is going to overcome the odds and prove to you that you cannot destroy a man that doesn’t let himself be destroyed. Two years ago, I let Clarke, Payne and the Golden Age destroy everything I was because YOUallowed them to. I will NOT have history repeat it’s self. I’ve got my equalizer.” I bring my wife back into frame, “I’ve got my woman and that’s all I need tonight.” I hand the microphone off to my wife again.
“Rizwan, Chris and Randy Orton. I’m really sorry about the position that you have all been placed in tonight and I just wanted you to know that after my husband, The Rocket, beats you all that the one person you can all go bitch and complain to is Kaylee Adams.” She hands the microphone back to me. “Gentlemen, I caught the two promos from Riz and Chris but Randy is conspicuous by his absence. Either way guys, I am really sorry about having to knock you out of the Mainstream Championship tournament but you know what they say, it’s just business and I hate to be the bearer of bad news but the one person you all can thank especially you Chris, is Kaylee. She must think you guys are just here for her amusement and to punish the guys she doesn’t like. I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do tonight and that’s beat you three.” I shake my head back and forth. “I just thought about it and there just isn’t another way for this to end. Tonight, I will be moving on in the Mainstream Championship tournament and you three will be left laying in the middle of the ring as proof that The Rocket doesn’t play games, not anymore.”
With that I toss the microphone back toward Timmy who is standing off to the side and my wife, my steel folding chair and myself leave the area. This promo is done.

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Re：WGEF Presents: Retribution - 12/15/2011 - The truth hurts doesn’t it?

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Part III.
“Baby, oh yeah well he can do that and he can do
this and baby, baby, oh baby.” My wife makes a gagging face as I laugh
hysterically. “Since those two idiots got together Chris has gotten even more
annoying with each passing minute, she’s also giving him false confidence with
all this building him up like he’s the king of everything.”
I look over at my steel-folding chair and pick it up
and place it in my hand, “I don’t think I’ll have to worry about those two
tonight.” She places her hand on my chest and looks at the chair and places her
other hand on it as well. “I would like to see that blonde bitch try putting
her hands on me tonight. She’ll get the biggest surprise of her life.” She
places her arms around my waist hugging me close to her. “Tonight is the night
that you move on to the Mainstream Championship finals and if he thinks that
having her out at ringside is going to save him getting another loss then he’s
in store for a shocking revelation.”
“There nothing that can’t be dealt with. He just
better remember that while he has his kick to hell finisher. I have the fucking
kill shot and either he or Rizwan will make the mistake and that’s when they’ll
end up face up looking at the lights and that much further from the Mainstream
Championship.” I look down at my wife and she looks up at me. “When are we
going to get you some hardware of your own? Don’t you wanna put that MMA
training to good use?” She just looks at me and nods her head up down., “Oh
trust me, if that little bitch tries anything tonight she is going to find out
all about the sport of mixed martial arts and I’m going to be the teaching her
that.”
“Lets get to Gorilla position, it’s almost time for
me to make sure that these goofs don’t forget my name.” With that we walk off
to and the image fades out.