Post by MasterEvil on Jul 16, 2011 20:16:09 GMT
Scene One: I’ll Just Drop The WWH On Its Own Head
Time: 7:54 PM 15th Friday July 2011
One of the official WWH cameras has just began recording and the location is currently unknown to the cameraman holding this object. The only thing guaranteed is that sitting down, against the bottom of an odd looking building that isn’t fully in the camera lens’ view, is Chris Middley. He is wearing a pair of jeans with a vest and trainers…guess what the colour of these pieces of clothing were? Anyone that just thought pink with purple polka dots deserves to be hangs and shot for having an IQ lower then three. The answer of the question is obviously…black. After a few silent seconds the “Prince of Fear” spoke out a few words without even moving the attention of his eyes away from the floor in front of his two feet.
CMiddley: I lost once again…not once, but twice in four days…what is new? And why should I think anybody watching this would care?
After saying those words Chris looked towards his left which caused the cameraman to look in that direction, only to see a field of grass with an old oak tree in the middle. Middley then looked towards his right which made the camera to also look in that direction, only to see a gate with a posh ring styled drive encircling a pretty water fountain leading to that very gate. After blankly glancing to these thing both the camera lens and the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” locked each other’s attention on each other. Middley began to speak up once more, even though he wouldn’t get up from sitting down.
CMiddley: Why should I believe that people, especially those claiming to be friends, actually care about my feelings? Last week I lost to, a suppose to be friend, The Fizz even though she hasn’t even bother to give a shitty little “heya, how are you today?” styled text message in whatever language text messengers use. Then the very next day I got told that I was getting moved to Inner Circle without a single word in the manner, only to lose possibly my LAST shot at what should have been mine in the first place, to some Chris Jericho a few days later. But like I said, why would any of you care about me? If I just disappear no one would ever remember me since clearly, I’m classed has a no good curtain jerker that doesn’t know his place. Hell, after two years of utter bullshit I thought I wouldn’t be some curtain jerker…but clearly loyalty is the one thing that Adrian doesn’t even give a fuck about. You want evidence, I’ll tell you evidence. I literally booked my first two pay per view appearances, my third appearance wasn’t even planned on happening…it was only because the spineless Owen Davis chose to take a hike that I got nailed has last minute replacement. Then my forth and latest WWH pay per view appearance happened last year at Shogun because I attacked Psy Psy after her match, before laying down my honest challenge to her…that might be what you call a shoot. Then I got screwed by bias management and officiating in the first match…and guess what? The World Title match wasn’t even damn advertised. And you know what make my loyalty to this company seem like a waste of my time? The fact that out of the millions of Legacy twenty-eleven posters made I wasn’t even mentioned let alone pictured on any one of them.
While speaking his words Middley’s right hand was pointing towards the sky, seemingly drawing a picture of The Fizz into the clouds, while his left hand was searching for something behind his back. The cameraman was curious of what Chris was looking for yet didn’t speak at all, while still wondering “where on god’s green earth has Middley taken me for this promo?” It didn’t take anymore then five seconds after finishing those words that the “Mythical One” has found what he was looking for. A smile suddenly appeared on his face and then he pulled an object familiar only to those that remembered Middley in from early two-thousand-and-ten…his old diamond that has lacerated his left hand on multiple occasions. While the smile still on his face the “Prince of Fear” began to squeeze the diamond, that is one barely in front of him, with his left hand. It only took a moment before blood started to drip down from the bottom of this diamond and the devilish smile on Chris’ face make it seem that the male is taking pleasure in losing his own blood to this diamond.
CMiddley: I almost forgot how much fun, enjoyment and pleasure the pain of massacration flows into me. But like I say before “why should I think you all care about my feelings?” I die, no one would care. I suffer, everyone laughs loudly. I cry, people would ignore it. I win a match, I just get booked lower and lower. I lose, I get laughed at by the unimaginative lot claiming to be the new creative crew. No one in the World Wrestling Headquarters, wrestler or not, doesn’t give a fuck about me…I fully realise that now. Basically, now, I can the obviousness of that the WWH just wants to make any damn reason to get me to walk out of the arena and never come. Trust me; I do feel like doing that many times before, every day of the past two weeks are perfect of that. But instead of taking their obviously enforced suggestion of leaving…I’m going to take all of this shit that you lot give me, crush it all into a rugby ball and throw it straight back into your hypercritical face. You lot want to drop me like a bad habit for no reason? Fine, I’ll just drop the WWH on its own head…verbally…physically…or by example. I shall take YOUR shitty behaviour towards me, take with me to YOUR Legacy and use it to utterly annihilate all ten of my victims before leaving YOUR building with YOUR Tag Team Championships.
After snapping out these words Chris’ legs hoisted his entire fame up to standing straight, with his back resting lightly against this building behind him. The cameraman zoomed out the lens so it could see him fully, while noticing that this odd building is so far a wall. With a smile on his face, and his left hand still slaughtering itself for the thirst of the diamond, the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” spoke up once again.
CMiddley: But who are these teams? Well right now, I will only speak about one…the team of “Twinkie Winkie” Twin K and “The Not-So Marvellous Garbage” known has Matthew Parker. I can give you, the audience unfortunate enough to watch this footage, three simple reasons why those two would make the World Worst Tag Team. What are these reasons, you ask? The answers are simpler then the question. Reason one, at last year Shogun Twinkie Winkie lost his beloved Hardcore Championship to The Not-So Marvellous Garbage…obviously there is some heat between the two and a possible grudge is held between the two, so they could end up screwing each other up by countless bickering. Reason two, what did Matthew do a matter of days after winning the Championship? He ran away with whatever substitute he had for his tail between his legs so that he would avoid a future rematch against Twinkie…so, The Not-So Marvellous Garbage will possibly run away so that Twinkie Winkie will either have to forfeit the Championship or either find Dipsey, Lala or Po to take the other half of the Championship…which I doubt he succeed in finding. Reason three, one calls himself “Simply the best” while the other calls himself “The Marvellous One”…two obviously high egos, do the maths, extremely high ego plus extremely high ego equals greed getting in the way of synchronised team work. And it is with that lack of teamwork that me and my partner will devour your bodies and quench my diamond’s thirst with both your bloods.
Some of these words may be dark while other words might be odd but the facts are the facts. Twin K and Matt Parker have been rivals in the past while Parker has some sort of habit of leaving the company after winning a championship. Maybe Middley is partly counting on the relationship between TK and Parker to help him defeat them, that could explain why is trying to stir some kind of pot, or put a rift between the two has it seems.
CMiddley: Twinkie Winkie…you are a legend, a former multi-time Champion, the once awe-inspiring Mister TK, the human equivalent of god damn hardcore but look at you now. You’re now a shell of what you once were, a complete afterthought and, god can be my witness has I dare say this, a mere shadow of that devastating Mister TK. Do you know what shadows do? They merely follow the leader without speaking a single word, knowing that they shall never ever lead the way in any direction. What happened to you Twinkie Winkie? You were a somebody, a person that just saying your name makes others shiver…but now you are what I call you, Twinkie Winkie. You are just basically like that nickname I just given you…old, overrated, outdated and in desperate need of being ousted from the wrestling. This is where I come in. But I won’t help in the way you like…instead I’ll engrave eternal suffering upon your body and soul. I’ll put you through every piece of pain I’ve been at the burnt of for the past two years. At Legacy the hunt is one and by the time I’m done the world won’t be able to hear your cries…an unholy crime? Maybe, but by the time all the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled, we’ll be dining in hell tonight.
Once those words were said Middley tilted his head back and raised the diamond above his face. The blood that dripped off the valuable object was now falling down into the mouth of the “Modern Messiah”. After a few drops the male’s gaze returned to the camera lens. Meanwhile his grip on the diamond became even more tighter. This made the flow of blood go faster. Not only did this cause the blood to fall on his head, it also made the blood spill down the left side of Middley’s face. Yet this didn’t seem to effect the “Prince of Fear” has he smiled maniacally before continuing to speak.
CMiddley: Blood is so delicious isn’t it? The warmth, the cold, the pulse, the spice and sinful taste…it is so pleasurable. Yes I am sick but aren’t you when you’re in the ring with me, prepare to get stupefy; sense and logic are the two things that will make you all my prey. Veronica knew that when I dropped her on her own head. Katina knew that when I power bombed her off a twenty foot cell. And you, Matthew, will find that out when I dehabilitate you into a cripple. My fangs are far reaching while the pain I shall mark you with will be unforgettable. For now “Marvellous Garbage” you can run and hide but at Legacy you’ll have no choice but to step your self-proclaimed “Marvellous” ass into MY domain. The ring is not going to be the WWH’s ring, from now on it is MY domain…and in MY domain, I shall take the greatest of pleasures in lengthening the beating that god shall witness the “Modern Messiah” put upon you…and at the end of it all, when the holy ones themselves think “holy shit, is there anything else he could do?” I, the “Modern Messiah” shall violently rid the darkness that clouds the light in your eyes. It will be when those clouds are gone that you realise the truth Matthew…you are nothing compared to the “Prince of Fear” Chris Middley.
After saying that the “Symbol of Reckoning” stopped squeezing the diamond and held it in front of his half bloodied face. The deranged smile remained on the face of this, seem to be twisted, individual has be began to speak for one last time.
CMiddley: Yes, I think I’ve lost my mind but you see…that what makes me deadly. You both will find this out Twinkie Winkie and Marvellous Garbage at Legacy. This promo is over…nothing more, nothing less.
Once these last four words were spoken Chris rammed the blood stained edge straight into the camera lens. The lens broke and the feed automatically died…the last thing heard however was a faint “oh-wah-ah-ah-ah.”
Scene Two: Hello Baby
Time: 8:11 PM 15th July 2011
After destroying the camera lens Middley pulled the diamond out of it and when towards the field only to turn left to a French window. The male opened it and walked through, entering the kitchen of the mansion he lives in, before shutting the window behind him. Once he did that Middley turned around and walked through the kitchen, pass the corridor and up the stairs before reaching to his bedroom. Chris opened the door without a thought and was greeted with a familiar female. She possess chestnut crown hair and sea blue eyes, she might not be very tall but the female compensate for it with her muscular yet very curvy body. This smiling girl is Judy Phoenix, the former WWH referee that Middley has been dating since the 1st of May last year and the mother to his child Valentine. Judy is only wearing a red one piece swimsuit while her hair was wet, since she has just been swimming in the indoor swimming pool, and before Chris could speak his girlfriend spoke up.
JFP: Hello baby.
After cheerfully saying that Judy came to Chris the couple embraced each other in a hug. Miss Phoenix always finds a way to produce a smile on her man's face and yet this hug is bringing that smile out. It could also be that the "Prince of Fear's" right hand is feeling her rear but after a year together JFP got use to this and the two kissed each other on the lips gently. After their lips departed Chris asked a question to his darling angel.
CMiddley: How is Valentine?
JFP: She's asleep Chris. God, that baby was a fucking nightmare to feed at lunch. She either squirm to much, cried too loudly from me forcing her still or throwing her food all over the place...I never thought motherhood could be so fucking annoying.
The "Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares" laughed at what Judy said, while patting her rear a little bit hard everytime she swore before speaking up himself.
CMiddley: I see she takes after me quite well already. And doing brilliant so far Judy, you haven't even sworn once to Valentine. I am a little bit tired, a full day of non-stop work out and talking can be tired...want to sleep with me?
JFP: You know I'll never say no to that, Chris.
After she said that Middley carried her up in a cradle and laid down on the bed, with her on top of him. The next few minutes were spenting talking until they finally went to sleep...only to wake up five bloody minutes later because Valentine has wet her nappy.
Scene Three: Yes? Or No?
Time: 11:11 PM 16th July 2011
The location at this time is unknown. The top right of the view that the audience is watching said recording; there is nothing that the camera lens could see. This was until a lone light bulb went on. Now the camera can see a table, that oddly has some sort of biscuits all over it. The camera lens got closer to see that each biscuit has some kind of chips in them…these were cookies and each one was shaped like a person. Then, when the lens got close enough, the audience watching this footage can see that each biscuit has a name like “Jericho” and “Devin” on them. After a few seconds, amidst the chocolate chipped enigma, that a familiar voice spoke up.
CMiddley: Welcome to one of the many rooms in my home.
After that voice spoke the face belonging to that voice, the face of Chris Middley, emerged from the darkness on the other side of this table. What is the meaning of this? Why are they here? What the hell has “Modern Messiah” planned? And what are the purpose of these mouth-watering cookies? Hopefully all of these questions will be answered soon as the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” began to speak up, after he picked up a cookie with the word “Fizz” on it.
CMiddley: I won’t waste your time with questions and get to the point. Tomorrow night is Legacy and guess what…this certain person is one of my opponents in the Tag Team Gauntlet.
Right after saying these words the “Prince of Fear” turned the cookie around, so that it was facing him, then began to do a bizarre thing. He began to speak to the piece of bakery.
CMiddley: I’m must apologise to you Fizzy Pop. I must apologise for mistaking you has a friend. Never once in the past two years you attempted to contact me…no crappy text messages, no phone calls, no tweets, no e-mails and no god damn letters. Every time I tried to call you I end up getting your answer machine. Every time I tried to text you I get a message saying “invalid number”. Every time I try to e-mail you I get a “this e-mail no longer exist” message. Every time I tried to send you a bloody letter I end up being told by the local post office that your postcode does not exist in their system. I use to call you a friend Fizzy but it seemed that all I ever was were your stepping stone. You faked a friendship to have me on your side, then used me has a trampoline to fame. What the hell!?! Isn’t your motor-biking husband and father famous enough to give you worldwide recognisation? Aren’t they famous enough so that you didn’t need to step on people’s toes to actually have a Championship shot handed to you? Were they never famous enough so that you had to beg to Adrian Hart for a spot in this Tag Team Gauntlet? Well, are they or aren’t they famous enough? I know this is being broadcasted to your television set Fizzy so I have a request for you…look at both your father and your husband in the eyes and ask: “aren’t you famous enough for me to not bring fame to this family?” And while you’re at it Fizzy ask them: “are we the right people for our twins to look up to?” And hell, if your twins are watching and can speak I have a request for them. Both of you look at your mama in the eyes and ask: “mommy, are you really that mean? Mommy, did you do this to avoid your fear of being a nobody? Mommy, are you really a chicken?” These are the requests I make and hell, Fizzy, no matter what you and your partner Rorschach do…our suppose to be friendship is put aside has I obliterate you and leave Legacy has one half of the new Tag Team Champions.
Once these words were spoken Middley bit the cookie at the head…only to moment later to pull the cookie out of his mouth, that still has the head perfectly attached. A faint “ow” escaped the male’s lips has his other hand rested against his cheek.
CMiddley: This is so the last time that I’m letting Judy bake anything biscuit related…
After muttering these words Chris chose to snap the cookie in half and threw both halves in opposite directions. Now the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” picked up a different cookie, a cookie with the word “Slacky” on it. This strangely remains the certain person holding the camera of a certain promo produced by one “Lucky Lawliet”. Yet the person didn’t say a single word, but quietly chuckled in a female voice before fully going silent so that Middley could fully continue his words, while the “Slacky” cookie faced him.
CMiddley: I honestly thought I was the most out roundest wrestler in the WWH until I saw you on Inner Circle...I mean, look at you. You look like the creat that ate the original "Slack". But enough of the fat jokes, I should honestly be the last ever person to EVER comment on another person's size. Truth be told you kinda worry me...seriously. This is so far the second ever time I'm fighting against someone that altogether bigger then myself. But, like I've said in the past a million times, size has no damn effect in wrestling. Being the big guy will help you make an impact Slacky, but skill is skill and the smallest ant can out skill the largest bird. At Legacy you can envision me as an ant Slacky. But I should let you know that this ant will be out skilling you throughout the entire night Slacky. You are utterly nothing compared to me. You will never be anything like the thing you always want to be...a winner. You will get destroyed by this ant in a matter of utter seconds. Why is this you ask? The answer is simpler then the question birdbrain. I am no average ant! I am the “Mythical One”, the “Man, ahem-Ant, of a Thousand Mysteries”, “The Uncrown Champion of WWH” and the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares”. I can unlock my gate and bring out greatest dream only to turn them into your worst nightmares. I have the power to do things that is not possible for the naked eye. You claim to be a monster but no one really fears you, but I know who you should fear. You should fear me...the “Modern Messiah” because I am the “One Man” that can become the monster slayer and slay your career in half a minute.
Those words were spoken and the “Prince of Fear” took pride in ripping the cookie in two before throwing them both in opposite directions. A demonic smile was on his face has the male did this. Is this man disturbed or something? Or is there a massive reason behind his enthusiasm? Chris now have decided to pick up two cookies, one with the word “Bryce” while the other possess the word “Atmo”, maybe he wanted to get these two name out of the way since he hasn't heard of neither men. After rotating his head the “Mysterious One” began to speak.
CMiddley: Ring around the rosies, you two are just pussies...ashes, ashes, you two will lose. Ring around the rosies, you two are moronic...to ever think you have a chance. These nursery rhymes are just verses in my head. From a childhood of loneliness. Just listen to my voice as I speak them to you. One, two, enter the ring. Three, four, get beat up. Five, Six, go back home. Seven, eight, don't come back. Your chances are falling down, falling down, falling down. Your chances are falling down, you stupid gits. These nursery rhymes are just verses in my head. From a childhood of loneliness. Just listen to my voice as I speak them to you. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, just because...I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off...and that is how it shall end! Ring around the rosies, you two are just pussies...ashes, ashes, you both are dead. Ring around the rosies, why is that you both ask...because I am the "Prince of Fear". These nursery rhymes were just verses in my head. From my childhood of loneliness. You have listened to my voice, this is why you'll lose.
Each set of words Middley just spoke had it’s own set of rhythm. Even if some of the rhythm was demented and crazed. The male has often flirted with madness to a point where some believed that he has gone beyond the edge…but has he really done there this time? Without a single thought of hesitation Chris ripped both cookies and threw them to different sides of the room. After a minimal, if any, time spent choosing the next victim the “Prince of Fear” picked up the cookie with the word “Michelle” on it. His monstrous grin gave way to an animalistic glare has be began to have his own conversation with the biscuit.
CMiddley: Michelle Anderson…just saying your name is making my blood boil tenfold. It has not and will never be feelings of love because my human heart has stopped beating. Your name is making my lips dry…the animal inside is getting hungry at just the words “Michelle Anderson.” My resolve is fading away, this animal is pounding at the door to my brain and now I can feel our hunger for blood emerge one again. I don’t want to do someone I will regret so Michelle, at Legacy, just run…run if you want to survive because we are bringing each other back to life. Legacy will be a full moon and that moonlight will be tainted by blood while death approaches on that fateful night because one we are fully complete…there will be no knight in shining armour for you. This is no fairytale, fairytales aren’t real, no knight will come at the last second because at Legacy only a living nightmare will be coming has my claws seek your flesh and my fangs seek your veins. And I know that right now your television monitor is playing this footage yourself so listen here and listen good. Pray to God, Allah, Buddha, Muhammad and whatever else you believe in for mercy because that word is the one thing that we lack. I can see the fear in your eyes, I smell the fear in your hair, I can hear the fear in your voice and all this fear is doing is awakening our ancient lust toward our mistress…Madam Death. At Legacy, she shall be busy collecting the remains of the corpse that shall be you Miss Anderson. We might be two halves of an unholy beast, the perfect weapon you could say, but the corpse is all that Madam Death shall obtain; when she searches for the soul it shall no longer be with the body instead it shall be where my past so many victims has gone to…locked in my gates where they remained tortured, raped, devastated, annihilated and obliterated every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year, for an eternality. May god have mercy on your soul Michelle, because we won’t.
Once he said those words, guess what Chris Middley did? Rip them in half before throwing both halves away? Wrong. He actually, as if to prove his animalistic side, the “Prince of Fear” bit the head clean off the cookie and threw the body away before fully eating the head. This whole eating process only took a matter of seconds before the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” sadistically smiled, with his eyes showing joy in a disturbing manner. Now only four biscuits remain and Middley instinctively picked up the one with the word “Devin” on it…so now it is Devin Copeland’s turn to be talked about. Secretly Chris wanted to have Copeland has his partner but honestly felt screwed when he got given a debutee instead while Devin got a self-proclaim monster has a partner. So after a few silent seconds the Inner Circle superstar spoke up once again.
CMiddley: I honestly find it totally amusing how both me and you got into this match Devin. You and me were part of the top three in the Showdown Shogun league. But all of the sudden it all fell down on our faces. I was switched off to inner Circle and booked in a big book with next to no time to get prepared for it while you got your ass suspended by the most baldest guy in the history of the World Wrestling Headquarters. So we end up requesting a spot in the so-called “Lethal Lottery” to be plopped into this Gauntlet, only to be partnered up with other rookies. Well now, we are completely different aren’t we? You’re a multi-time World Champion, I have never held a proper Championship before. You’re married to Lucky Lawliet, I’ve been dating my darling angel Judy Phoenix for over a year and we are parents of a beautiful child called Valentine. You were recently inducted into the Hall of Heroes while I won’t ever even be considered for it. You’re in a family of Champions while my parents never wrestled, my siblings never wrestled, Judy never wrestled, my car doesn’t wrestle and I wouldn’t mind if my child never follows me into such an abyssal business. And so far we’ve wrestled each other once…with you winning that bout. But what you might not realise was that I was a nobody, a rookie, the coffee boy…but now I am me, myself and I. I have become a wrestle and at Legacy I shall raise one of the WWH tag team Championships above my head. To be honest Devin…I don’t have much against you, if anything I hold some personal respect for you. But I am the last person to EVER let such feelings misguide me. So try your best to inject me with your colourless crystallised compound…because like it or not, at Legacy I shall put you down with the sickness that tortures me every day of my life since I joined this company two years ago.
After saying these bunch of words the bald superstar snapped the cookie in two and guess what? Threw them both to parallel sides, with a semi-psychotic grin on his face. Only three remains…“Jericho”, “Connelly” and “Rorschach”. Which one will the “Modern Messiah” choose? J? C? or R? After only spending a few seconds on choosing between them Chris ends up picking out the one saying “Rorschach”. Truth be told Middley knows absolutely nothing on this man…he even has his doubts on the gender of this individual. But after rotating his head the other way then before the “Prince of Fear” began to speak to it. How will Chris start this mini-speech? Will it be a sudden blitz of insults? A bunch of smart questions? Some sort of witty remark? Or something intellectual?
CMiddley: Who the fuck the you?
Well…at lease his tone wasn’t venomous. So, if he started this with such a not so epic question…how will he continue it?
CMiddley: Rorschach…there are literally extremely little I know about you. Like, your manager is Deadpool…whoever the fuck he is. Also like you are eight inches smaller and almost eighty pounds lighter then me, which totally doesn’t matter much in our confrontation. While the last thing I fully know is that you are some kind of detective from New York City. So detective…how well do you think you can do in your pay per view debut against the one, the only, the “Uncrown Champion of WWH” Chris Middley? Do you fly? Do you mat wrestle? Do you go for raw strength? Do you try to make me tap out? Do you fight dirty? Or do you turn our match into a fist fight? I honestly don’t know your style so I shall admit that the aura of surprise is going to help you get an advantage over me…but my advice to you is to not let any advantage go to your head. I can be many things, mostly an unpredictably emotional loose cannon, but I do possess decent enough intelligence to learn what your style is in a matter of minutes from just wrestling you. It will be when, not if, when I know your style that your surprise advantage is dead…then no matter what you and Fizzy Pop attempt to do both of your chances shall be DEAD! The meaning behind your chance will be DEAD! The inspiration that gets you believing that you can win shall be DEAD! Your future title shot might survive but you dare get into my bad books…your career let alone future Title shot will be, guess what? DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!!! There is a method behind the madness that is Middley and at Legacy I shall defeat you Rorschach, surprise or no surprise, I will be the one to score the final fall when I “Open The Gates” and after I shut them…one of the WWH tag Team Championships shall be around MY waist. Not the in Adrian Hart’s office, fuck Adrian Hart, it shall be around MY waist. I’ll wear it to every promo and every match until somebody finally derails me. Why is that you ask, detective? Because you might be a detective but I am the “Modern Messiah”.
Yet another cookie gets snapped into two before gliding through the air into opposite corners of this not so big room. Instead of taking his time in choosing between the two Chris took haste in picking up the cookie possessing the word “Jericho” on it. Now this person Middley remembers fondly; this was the guy who pinned Chris to be in the match for a shot at WWH Championship, a Title Chris still feels screwed of, later tonight. What if Jericho won both matches? He would end his first month in the “new” World Wrestling Headquarters has World and Tag Team Champion, which would automatically qualify Jericho for WWH superstar of two-thousand-and-eleven. But knowing the “Symbol of Reckoning”, he won’t let that happen without one hell of a good fight. So after a few more quiet second Chris spoke to the “Jeri-Cookie”.
CMiddley: First thing I want to say is congratulations…congratulations on screwing Jason Krow of what should be HIS WWH Champion. I also like to say that I am rooting for Blackout in your match later tonight and, hell, I wouldn’t mind “inadvertently” helping him by “accidentally” injuring you in our Tag Team Gauntlet. Why wouldn’t I mind that you ask, Why-Too-Gay? The answer is simpler then the question Why-Too-Gay. Because Jason wasn’t the only one you screwed…you screwed me of what could have been a dream match between Japan and Australia. But then again, I thank you…because by robbing ME of MY shot I can beat you in this Gauntlet then, if you somehow screw Blackout of his well-DESERVED Championship win, then I could use that moment to state my claim towards you and win MY Championship off YOU. Right now, compared to you I might be nameless and faceless but at the end of the night all that remains in your mind are the scars. And those scars are there to remain you of what hell I’ll put you through. No matter how much bullshit you put on me Jericho I’ll keep moving because that night is all I can dream about for one reason…to remind me of one thing. That you are now my ENEMY! There might be times that fade away between us you will always be my ENEMY! The ENEMY that I will obliterate from the WWH Championship. The ENEMY that I will annihilate from Inner Circle show. And the ENEMY that I shall decimate from the entire World Wresting Headquarters. You got that Why-Too-gay? Either you do, either you don’t…I don’t give a fuck as I will take you out permanently. You screwing me might of just woke me up Jericho. Being the nice guy never got me has far has I got last year, neither did being an asshole. What got me my claim to fame is the fact that I live for myself, work for myself, wrestle for myself and perform for myself. I thank you for this Chris and the special thank you present will be WHEN I take MY WWH Championship from YOU! But for now…I’ll enjoy ripping you apart tomorrow night.
He didn’t rip apart this cookie, no, instead Middley only threw the piece of bakery, quite aggressively must I add, straight at the wall. The biscuit exploded into pieces that crumbled down onto the floor. Now all that remains is the cookie saying “Connelly”. After glancing towards this cookie the “Prince of Fear’s” dramatically chanced from extremely pissed off to just…relaxed. His face now expressed calmness, peace and harmony has he gently picks up the “Connelly” biscuit before carefully speaking up for one last time.
CMiddley: From what I understand, Justin Connelly. This Tag Team Gauntlet is your very first match in WWH. Now I can’t claim to know what you think but I can guess you’re thinking “what kind of monster have I been put with?” But what you might or might not see that you are extremely lucky to have me has your partner since I will do about anything and everything to win the Tag Team Championships tomorrow. Before I can continue I want you to think of something…what do you think about winning the WWH Tag Team Championships in your very first match? Wouldn’t it be great? The self-proclaimed “Man of a Thousand Gimmicks” and the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” winning the Tag Team Championships in their very first night has a team…that will be amazing. Championship record in your very first show…WWH debut of Two-Thousand-And-Eleven, that could be yours if you help me win the Tag Team Championships tomorrow. But don’t try to overdo it, when you try to overdo it in your very first match bad and potentially embarrassing things happens. So you want to help me? Yes? Or no? if yes, all I ask is for you to have my back and your trust in me having yours. Together I believe we can win the Titles but like some famous guy once said “a divided house can’t stand on its own.” Now Justin, I’ll try my best to help you has much as possible…and if you earn my respect during the match, hell, I’ll let you score the Championship winning pin fall. Yes I can be that nice and I know that if we co-exist well enough, NO ONE can stop us from winning. And now to you dear audience, this is over…nothing more nothing less.
Once he said those words Middley carefully placed the cookie down on the table before leaving the room. The camera lens zoomed in on this last cookie before the light bulb switched off, ending the feed.
Time: 7:54 PM 15th Friday July 2011
One of the official WWH cameras has just began recording and the location is currently unknown to the cameraman holding this object. The only thing guaranteed is that sitting down, against the bottom of an odd looking building that isn’t fully in the camera lens’ view, is Chris Middley. He is wearing a pair of jeans with a vest and trainers…guess what the colour of these pieces of clothing were? Anyone that just thought pink with purple polka dots deserves to be hangs and shot for having an IQ lower then three. The answer of the question is obviously…black. After a few silent seconds the “Prince of Fear” spoke out a few words without even moving the attention of his eyes away from the floor in front of his two feet.
CMiddley: I lost once again…not once, but twice in four days…what is new? And why should I think anybody watching this would care?
After saying those words Chris looked towards his left which caused the cameraman to look in that direction, only to see a field of grass with an old oak tree in the middle. Middley then looked towards his right which made the camera to also look in that direction, only to see a gate with a posh ring styled drive encircling a pretty water fountain leading to that very gate. After blankly glancing to these thing both the camera lens and the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” locked each other’s attention on each other. Middley began to speak up once more, even though he wouldn’t get up from sitting down.
CMiddley: Why should I believe that people, especially those claiming to be friends, actually care about my feelings? Last week I lost to, a suppose to be friend, The Fizz even though she hasn’t even bother to give a shitty little “heya, how are you today?” styled text message in whatever language text messengers use. Then the very next day I got told that I was getting moved to Inner Circle without a single word in the manner, only to lose possibly my LAST shot at what should have been mine in the first place, to some Chris Jericho a few days later. But like I said, why would any of you care about me? If I just disappear no one would ever remember me since clearly, I’m classed has a no good curtain jerker that doesn’t know his place. Hell, after two years of utter bullshit I thought I wouldn’t be some curtain jerker…but clearly loyalty is the one thing that Adrian doesn’t even give a fuck about. You want evidence, I’ll tell you evidence. I literally booked my first two pay per view appearances, my third appearance wasn’t even planned on happening…it was only because the spineless Owen Davis chose to take a hike that I got nailed has last minute replacement. Then my forth and latest WWH pay per view appearance happened last year at Shogun because I attacked Psy Psy after her match, before laying down my honest challenge to her…that might be what you call a shoot. Then I got screwed by bias management and officiating in the first match…and guess what? The World Title match wasn’t even damn advertised. And you know what make my loyalty to this company seem like a waste of my time? The fact that out of the millions of Legacy twenty-eleven posters made I wasn’t even mentioned let alone pictured on any one of them.
While speaking his words Middley’s right hand was pointing towards the sky, seemingly drawing a picture of The Fizz into the clouds, while his left hand was searching for something behind his back. The cameraman was curious of what Chris was looking for yet didn’t speak at all, while still wondering “where on god’s green earth has Middley taken me for this promo?” It didn’t take anymore then five seconds after finishing those words that the “Mythical One” has found what he was looking for. A smile suddenly appeared on his face and then he pulled an object familiar only to those that remembered Middley in from early two-thousand-and-ten…his old diamond that has lacerated his left hand on multiple occasions. While the smile still on his face the “Prince of Fear” began to squeeze the diamond, that is one barely in front of him, with his left hand. It only took a moment before blood started to drip down from the bottom of this diamond and the devilish smile on Chris’ face make it seem that the male is taking pleasure in losing his own blood to this diamond.
CMiddley: I almost forgot how much fun, enjoyment and pleasure the pain of massacration flows into me. But like I say before “why should I think you all care about my feelings?” I die, no one would care. I suffer, everyone laughs loudly. I cry, people would ignore it. I win a match, I just get booked lower and lower. I lose, I get laughed at by the unimaginative lot claiming to be the new creative crew. No one in the World Wrestling Headquarters, wrestler or not, doesn’t give a fuck about me…I fully realise that now. Basically, now, I can the obviousness of that the WWH just wants to make any damn reason to get me to walk out of the arena and never come. Trust me; I do feel like doing that many times before, every day of the past two weeks are perfect of that. But instead of taking their obviously enforced suggestion of leaving…I’m going to take all of this shit that you lot give me, crush it all into a rugby ball and throw it straight back into your hypercritical face. You lot want to drop me like a bad habit for no reason? Fine, I’ll just drop the WWH on its own head…verbally…physically…or by example. I shall take YOUR shitty behaviour towards me, take with me to YOUR Legacy and use it to utterly annihilate all ten of my victims before leaving YOUR building with YOUR Tag Team Championships.
After snapping out these words Chris’ legs hoisted his entire fame up to standing straight, with his back resting lightly against this building behind him. The cameraman zoomed out the lens so it could see him fully, while noticing that this odd building is so far a wall. With a smile on his face, and his left hand still slaughtering itself for the thirst of the diamond, the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” spoke up once again.
CMiddley: But who are these teams? Well right now, I will only speak about one…the team of “Twinkie Winkie” Twin K and “The Not-So Marvellous Garbage” known has Matthew Parker. I can give you, the audience unfortunate enough to watch this footage, three simple reasons why those two would make the World Worst Tag Team. What are these reasons, you ask? The answers are simpler then the question. Reason one, at last year Shogun Twinkie Winkie lost his beloved Hardcore Championship to The Not-So Marvellous Garbage…obviously there is some heat between the two and a possible grudge is held between the two, so they could end up screwing each other up by countless bickering. Reason two, what did Matthew do a matter of days after winning the Championship? He ran away with whatever substitute he had for his tail between his legs so that he would avoid a future rematch against Twinkie…so, The Not-So Marvellous Garbage will possibly run away so that Twinkie Winkie will either have to forfeit the Championship or either find Dipsey, Lala or Po to take the other half of the Championship…which I doubt he succeed in finding. Reason three, one calls himself “Simply the best” while the other calls himself “The Marvellous One”…two obviously high egos, do the maths, extremely high ego plus extremely high ego equals greed getting in the way of synchronised team work. And it is with that lack of teamwork that me and my partner will devour your bodies and quench my diamond’s thirst with both your bloods.
Some of these words may be dark while other words might be odd but the facts are the facts. Twin K and Matt Parker have been rivals in the past while Parker has some sort of habit of leaving the company after winning a championship. Maybe Middley is partly counting on the relationship between TK and Parker to help him defeat them, that could explain why is trying to stir some kind of pot, or put a rift between the two has it seems.
CMiddley: Twinkie Winkie…you are a legend, a former multi-time Champion, the once awe-inspiring Mister TK, the human equivalent of god damn hardcore but look at you now. You’re now a shell of what you once were, a complete afterthought and, god can be my witness has I dare say this, a mere shadow of that devastating Mister TK. Do you know what shadows do? They merely follow the leader without speaking a single word, knowing that they shall never ever lead the way in any direction. What happened to you Twinkie Winkie? You were a somebody, a person that just saying your name makes others shiver…but now you are what I call you, Twinkie Winkie. You are just basically like that nickname I just given you…old, overrated, outdated and in desperate need of being ousted from the wrestling. This is where I come in. But I won’t help in the way you like…instead I’ll engrave eternal suffering upon your body and soul. I’ll put you through every piece of pain I’ve been at the burnt of for the past two years. At Legacy the hunt is one and by the time I’m done the world won’t be able to hear your cries…an unholy crime? Maybe, but by the time all the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled, we’ll be dining in hell tonight.
Once those words were said Middley tilted his head back and raised the diamond above his face. The blood that dripped off the valuable object was now falling down into the mouth of the “Modern Messiah”. After a few drops the male’s gaze returned to the camera lens. Meanwhile his grip on the diamond became even more tighter. This made the flow of blood go faster. Not only did this cause the blood to fall on his head, it also made the blood spill down the left side of Middley’s face. Yet this didn’t seem to effect the “Prince of Fear” has he smiled maniacally before continuing to speak.
CMiddley: Blood is so delicious isn’t it? The warmth, the cold, the pulse, the spice and sinful taste…it is so pleasurable. Yes I am sick but aren’t you when you’re in the ring with me, prepare to get stupefy; sense and logic are the two things that will make you all my prey. Veronica knew that when I dropped her on her own head. Katina knew that when I power bombed her off a twenty foot cell. And you, Matthew, will find that out when I dehabilitate you into a cripple. My fangs are far reaching while the pain I shall mark you with will be unforgettable. For now “Marvellous Garbage” you can run and hide but at Legacy you’ll have no choice but to step your self-proclaimed “Marvellous” ass into MY domain. The ring is not going to be the WWH’s ring, from now on it is MY domain…and in MY domain, I shall take the greatest of pleasures in lengthening the beating that god shall witness the “Modern Messiah” put upon you…and at the end of it all, when the holy ones themselves think “holy shit, is there anything else he could do?” I, the “Modern Messiah” shall violently rid the darkness that clouds the light in your eyes. It will be when those clouds are gone that you realise the truth Matthew…you are nothing compared to the “Prince of Fear” Chris Middley.
After saying that the “Symbol of Reckoning” stopped squeezing the diamond and held it in front of his half bloodied face. The deranged smile remained on the face of this, seem to be twisted, individual has be began to speak for one last time.
CMiddley: Yes, I think I’ve lost my mind but you see…that what makes me deadly. You both will find this out Twinkie Winkie and Marvellous Garbage at Legacy. This promo is over…nothing more, nothing less.
Once these last four words were spoken Chris rammed the blood stained edge straight into the camera lens. The lens broke and the feed automatically died…the last thing heard however was a faint “oh-wah-ah-ah-ah.”
Scene Two: Hello Baby
Time: 8:11 PM 15th July 2011
After destroying the camera lens Middley pulled the diamond out of it and when towards the field only to turn left to a French window. The male opened it and walked through, entering the kitchen of the mansion he lives in, before shutting the window behind him. Once he did that Middley turned around and walked through the kitchen, pass the corridor and up the stairs before reaching to his bedroom. Chris opened the door without a thought and was greeted with a familiar female. She possess chestnut crown hair and sea blue eyes, she might not be very tall but the female compensate for it with her muscular yet very curvy body. This smiling girl is Judy Phoenix, the former WWH referee that Middley has been dating since the 1st of May last year and the mother to his child Valentine. Judy is only wearing a red one piece swimsuit while her hair was wet, since she has just been swimming in the indoor swimming pool, and before Chris could speak his girlfriend spoke up.
JFP: Hello baby.
After cheerfully saying that Judy came to Chris the couple embraced each other in a hug. Miss Phoenix always finds a way to produce a smile on her man's face and yet this hug is bringing that smile out. It could also be that the "Prince of Fear's" right hand is feeling her rear but after a year together JFP got use to this and the two kissed each other on the lips gently. After their lips departed Chris asked a question to his darling angel.
CMiddley: How is Valentine?
JFP: She's asleep Chris. God, that baby was a fucking nightmare to feed at lunch. She either squirm to much, cried too loudly from me forcing her still or throwing her food all over the place...I never thought motherhood could be so fucking annoying.
The "Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares" laughed at what Judy said, while patting her rear a little bit hard everytime she swore before speaking up himself.
CMiddley: I see she takes after me quite well already. And doing brilliant so far Judy, you haven't even sworn once to Valentine. I am a little bit tired, a full day of non-stop work out and talking can be tired...want to sleep with me?
JFP: You know I'll never say no to that, Chris.
After she said that Middley carried her up in a cradle and laid down on the bed, with her on top of him. The next few minutes were spenting talking until they finally went to sleep...only to wake up five bloody minutes later because Valentine has wet her nappy.
Scene Three: Yes? Or No?
Time: 11:11 PM 16th July 2011
The location at this time is unknown. The top right of the view that the audience is watching said recording; there is nothing that the camera lens could see. This was until a lone light bulb went on. Now the camera can see a table, that oddly has some sort of biscuits all over it. The camera lens got closer to see that each biscuit has some kind of chips in them…these were cookies and each one was shaped like a person. Then, when the lens got close enough, the audience watching this footage can see that each biscuit has a name like “Jericho” and “Devin” on them. After a few seconds, amidst the chocolate chipped enigma, that a familiar voice spoke up.
CMiddley: Welcome to one of the many rooms in my home.
After that voice spoke the face belonging to that voice, the face of Chris Middley, emerged from the darkness on the other side of this table. What is the meaning of this? Why are they here? What the hell has “Modern Messiah” planned? And what are the purpose of these mouth-watering cookies? Hopefully all of these questions will be answered soon as the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” began to speak up, after he picked up a cookie with the word “Fizz” on it.
CMiddley: I won’t waste your time with questions and get to the point. Tomorrow night is Legacy and guess what…this certain person is one of my opponents in the Tag Team Gauntlet.
Right after saying these words the “Prince of Fear” turned the cookie around, so that it was facing him, then began to do a bizarre thing. He began to speak to the piece of bakery.
CMiddley: I’m must apologise to you Fizzy Pop. I must apologise for mistaking you has a friend. Never once in the past two years you attempted to contact me…no crappy text messages, no phone calls, no tweets, no e-mails and no god damn letters. Every time I tried to call you I end up getting your answer machine. Every time I tried to text you I get a message saying “invalid number”. Every time I try to e-mail you I get a “this e-mail no longer exist” message. Every time I tried to send you a bloody letter I end up being told by the local post office that your postcode does not exist in their system. I use to call you a friend Fizzy but it seemed that all I ever was were your stepping stone. You faked a friendship to have me on your side, then used me has a trampoline to fame. What the hell!?! Isn’t your motor-biking husband and father famous enough to give you worldwide recognisation? Aren’t they famous enough so that you didn’t need to step on people’s toes to actually have a Championship shot handed to you? Were they never famous enough so that you had to beg to Adrian Hart for a spot in this Tag Team Gauntlet? Well, are they or aren’t they famous enough? I know this is being broadcasted to your television set Fizzy so I have a request for you…look at both your father and your husband in the eyes and ask: “aren’t you famous enough for me to not bring fame to this family?” And while you’re at it Fizzy ask them: “are we the right people for our twins to look up to?” And hell, if your twins are watching and can speak I have a request for them. Both of you look at your mama in the eyes and ask: “mommy, are you really that mean? Mommy, did you do this to avoid your fear of being a nobody? Mommy, are you really a chicken?” These are the requests I make and hell, Fizzy, no matter what you and your partner Rorschach do…our suppose to be friendship is put aside has I obliterate you and leave Legacy has one half of the new Tag Team Champions.
Once these words were spoken Middley bit the cookie at the head…only to moment later to pull the cookie out of his mouth, that still has the head perfectly attached. A faint “ow” escaped the male’s lips has his other hand rested against his cheek.
CMiddley: This is so the last time that I’m letting Judy bake anything biscuit related…
After muttering these words Chris chose to snap the cookie in half and threw both halves in opposite directions. Now the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” picked up a different cookie, a cookie with the word “Slacky” on it. This strangely remains the certain person holding the camera of a certain promo produced by one “Lucky Lawliet”. Yet the person didn’t say a single word, but quietly chuckled in a female voice before fully going silent so that Middley could fully continue his words, while the “Slacky” cookie faced him.
CMiddley: I honestly thought I was the most out roundest wrestler in the WWH until I saw you on Inner Circle...I mean, look at you. You look like the creat that ate the original "Slack". But enough of the fat jokes, I should honestly be the last ever person to EVER comment on another person's size. Truth be told you kinda worry me...seriously. This is so far the second ever time I'm fighting against someone that altogether bigger then myself. But, like I've said in the past a million times, size has no damn effect in wrestling. Being the big guy will help you make an impact Slacky, but skill is skill and the smallest ant can out skill the largest bird. At Legacy you can envision me as an ant Slacky. But I should let you know that this ant will be out skilling you throughout the entire night Slacky. You are utterly nothing compared to me. You will never be anything like the thing you always want to be...a winner. You will get destroyed by this ant in a matter of utter seconds. Why is this you ask? The answer is simpler then the question birdbrain. I am no average ant! I am the “Mythical One”, the “Man, ahem-Ant, of a Thousand Mysteries”, “The Uncrown Champion of WWH” and the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares”. I can unlock my gate and bring out greatest dream only to turn them into your worst nightmares. I have the power to do things that is not possible for the naked eye. You claim to be a monster but no one really fears you, but I know who you should fear. You should fear me...the “Modern Messiah” because I am the “One Man” that can become the monster slayer and slay your career in half a minute.
Those words were spoken and the “Prince of Fear” took pride in ripping the cookie in two before throwing them both in opposite directions. A demonic smile was on his face has the male did this. Is this man disturbed or something? Or is there a massive reason behind his enthusiasm? Chris now have decided to pick up two cookies, one with the word “Bryce” while the other possess the word “Atmo”, maybe he wanted to get these two name out of the way since he hasn't heard of neither men. After rotating his head the “Mysterious One” began to speak.
CMiddley: Ring around the rosies, you two are just pussies...ashes, ashes, you two will lose. Ring around the rosies, you two are moronic...to ever think you have a chance. These nursery rhymes are just verses in my head. From a childhood of loneliness. Just listen to my voice as I speak them to you. One, two, enter the ring. Three, four, get beat up. Five, Six, go back home. Seven, eight, don't come back. Your chances are falling down, falling down, falling down. Your chances are falling down, you stupid gits. These nursery rhymes are just verses in my head. From a childhood of loneliness. Just listen to my voice as I speak them to you. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, because I will end them both. Nick nack paddy whack, your careers are done, just because...I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off. I will break your arms, then your legs and rip your heads off...and that is how it shall end! Ring around the rosies, you two are just pussies...ashes, ashes, you both are dead. Ring around the rosies, why is that you both ask...because I am the "Prince of Fear". These nursery rhymes were just verses in my head. From my childhood of loneliness. You have listened to my voice, this is why you'll lose.
Each set of words Middley just spoke had it’s own set of rhythm. Even if some of the rhythm was demented and crazed. The male has often flirted with madness to a point where some believed that he has gone beyond the edge…but has he really done there this time? Without a single thought of hesitation Chris ripped both cookies and threw them to different sides of the room. After a minimal, if any, time spent choosing the next victim the “Prince of Fear” picked up the cookie with the word “Michelle” on it. His monstrous grin gave way to an animalistic glare has be began to have his own conversation with the biscuit.
CMiddley: Michelle Anderson…just saying your name is making my blood boil tenfold. It has not and will never be feelings of love because my human heart has stopped beating. Your name is making my lips dry…the animal inside is getting hungry at just the words “Michelle Anderson.” My resolve is fading away, this animal is pounding at the door to my brain and now I can feel our hunger for blood emerge one again. I don’t want to do someone I will regret so Michelle, at Legacy, just run…run if you want to survive because we are bringing each other back to life. Legacy will be a full moon and that moonlight will be tainted by blood while death approaches on that fateful night because one we are fully complete…there will be no knight in shining armour for you. This is no fairytale, fairytales aren’t real, no knight will come at the last second because at Legacy only a living nightmare will be coming has my claws seek your flesh and my fangs seek your veins. And I know that right now your television monitor is playing this footage yourself so listen here and listen good. Pray to God, Allah, Buddha, Muhammad and whatever else you believe in for mercy because that word is the one thing that we lack. I can see the fear in your eyes, I smell the fear in your hair, I can hear the fear in your voice and all this fear is doing is awakening our ancient lust toward our mistress…Madam Death. At Legacy, she shall be busy collecting the remains of the corpse that shall be you Miss Anderson. We might be two halves of an unholy beast, the perfect weapon you could say, but the corpse is all that Madam Death shall obtain; when she searches for the soul it shall no longer be with the body instead it shall be where my past so many victims has gone to…locked in my gates where they remained tortured, raped, devastated, annihilated and obliterated every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every year, for an eternality. May god have mercy on your soul Michelle, because we won’t.
Once he said those words, guess what Chris Middley did? Rip them in half before throwing both halves away? Wrong. He actually, as if to prove his animalistic side, the “Prince of Fear” bit the head clean off the cookie and threw the body away before fully eating the head. This whole eating process only took a matter of seconds before the “Gatekeeper of Dreams and Nightmares” sadistically smiled, with his eyes showing joy in a disturbing manner. Now only four biscuits remain and Middley instinctively picked up the one with the word “Devin” on it…so now it is Devin Copeland’s turn to be talked about. Secretly Chris wanted to have Copeland has his partner but honestly felt screwed when he got given a debutee instead while Devin got a self-proclaim monster has a partner. So after a few silent seconds the Inner Circle superstar spoke up once again.
CMiddley: I honestly find it totally amusing how both me and you got into this match Devin. You and me were part of the top three in the Showdown Shogun league. But all of the sudden it all fell down on our faces. I was switched off to inner Circle and booked in a big book with next to no time to get prepared for it while you got your ass suspended by the most baldest guy in the history of the World Wrestling Headquarters. So we end up requesting a spot in the so-called “Lethal Lottery” to be plopped into this Gauntlet, only to be partnered up with other rookies. Well now, we are completely different aren’t we? You’re a multi-time World Champion, I have never held a proper Championship before. You’re married to Lucky Lawliet, I’ve been dating my darling angel Judy Phoenix for over a year and we are parents of a beautiful child called Valentine. You were recently inducted into the Hall of Heroes while I won’t ever even be considered for it. You’re in a family of Champions while my parents never wrestled, my siblings never wrestled, Judy never wrestled, my car doesn’t wrestle and I wouldn’t mind if my child never follows me into such an abyssal business. And so far we’ve wrestled each other once…with you winning that bout. But what you might not realise was that I was a nobody, a rookie, the coffee boy…but now I am me, myself and I. I have become a wrestle and at Legacy I shall raise one of the WWH tag team Championships above my head. To be honest Devin…I don’t have much against you, if anything I hold some personal respect for you. But I am the last person to EVER let such feelings misguide me. So try your best to inject me with your colourless crystallised compound…because like it or not, at Legacy I shall put you down with the sickness that tortures me every day of my life since I joined this company two years ago.
After saying these bunch of words the bald superstar snapped the cookie in two and guess what? Threw them both to parallel sides, with a semi-psychotic grin on his face. Only three remains…“Jericho”, “Connelly” and “Rorschach”. Which one will the “Modern Messiah” choose? J? C? or R? After only spending a few seconds on choosing between them Chris ends up picking out the one saying “Rorschach”. Truth be told Middley knows absolutely nothing on this man…he even has his doubts on the gender of this individual. But after rotating his head the other way then before the “Prince of Fear” began to speak to it. How will Chris start this mini-speech? Will it be a sudden blitz of insults? A bunch of smart questions? Some sort of witty remark? Or something intellectual?
CMiddley: Who the fuck the you?
Well…at lease his tone wasn’t venomous. So, if he started this with such a not so epic question…how will he continue it?
CMiddley: Rorschach…there are literally extremely little I know about you. Like, your manager is Deadpool…whoever the fuck he is. Also like you are eight inches smaller and almost eighty pounds lighter then me, which totally doesn’t matter much in our confrontation. While the last thing I fully know is that you are some kind of detective from New York City. So detective…how well do you think you can do in your pay per view debut against the one, the only, the “Uncrown Champion of WWH” Chris Middley? Do you fly? Do you mat wrestle? Do you go for raw strength? Do you try to make me tap out? Do you fight dirty? Or do you turn our match into a fist fight? I honestly don’t know your style so I shall admit that the aura of surprise is going to help you get an advantage over me…but my advice to you is to not let any advantage go to your head. I can be many things, mostly an unpredictably emotional loose cannon, but I do possess decent enough intelligence to learn what your style is in a matter of minutes from just wrestling you. It will be when, not if, when I know your style that your surprise advantage is dead…then no matter what you and Fizzy Pop attempt to do both of your chances shall be DEAD! The meaning behind your chance will be DEAD! The inspiration that gets you believing that you can win shall be DEAD! Your future title shot might survive but you dare get into my bad books…your career let alone future Title shot will be, guess what? DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!!! There is a method behind the madness that is Middley and at Legacy I shall defeat you Rorschach, surprise or no surprise, I will be the one to score the final fall when I “Open The Gates” and after I shut them…one of the WWH tag Team Championships shall be around MY waist. Not the in Adrian Hart’s office, fuck Adrian Hart, it shall be around MY waist. I’ll wear it to every promo and every match until somebody finally derails me. Why is that you ask, detective? Because you might be a detective but I am the “Modern Messiah”.
Yet another cookie gets snapped into two before gliding through the air into opposite corners of this not so big room. Instead of taking his time in choosing between the two Chris took haste in picking up the cookie possessing the word “Jericho” on it. Now this person Middley remembers fondly; this was the guy who pinned Chris to be in the match for a shot at WWH Championship, a Title Chris still feels screwed of, later tonight. What if Jericho won both matches? He would end his first month in the “new” World Wrestling Headquarters has World and Tag Team Champion, which would automatically qualify Jericho for WWH superstar of two-thousand-and-eleven. But knowing the “Symbol of Reckoning”, he won’t let that happen without one hell of a good fight. So after a few more quiet second Chris spoke to the “Jeri-Cookie”.
CMiddley: First thing I want to say is congratulations…congratulations on screwing Jason Krow of what should be HIS WWH Champion. I also like to say that I am rooting for Blackout in your match later tonight and, hell, I wouldn’t mind “inadvertently” helping him by “accidentally” injuring you in our Tag Team Gauntlet. Why wouldn’t I mind that you ask, Why-Too-Gay? The answer is simpler then the question Why-Too-Gay. Because Jason wasn’t the only one you screwed…you screwed me of what could have been a dream match between Japan and Australia. But then again, I thank you…because by robbing ME of MY shot I can beat you in this Gauntlet then, if you somehow screw Blackout of his well-DESERVED Championship win, then I could use that moment to state my claim towards you and win MY Championship off YOU. Right now, compared to you I might be nameless and faceless but at the end of the night all that remains in your mind are the scars. And those scars are there to remain you of what hell I’ll put you through. No matter how much bullshit you put on me Jericho I’ll keep moving because that night is all I can dream about for one reason…to remind me of one thing. That you are now my ENEMY! There might be times that fade away between us you will always be my ENEMY! The ENEMY that I will obliterate from the WWH Championship. The ENEMY that I will annihilate from Inner Circle show. And the ENEMY that I shall decimate from the entire World Wresting Headquarters. You got that Why-Too-gay? Either you do, either you don’t…I don’t give a fuck as I will take you out permanently. You screwing me might of just woke me up Jericho. Being the nice guy never got me has far has I got last year, neither did being an asshole. What got me my claim to fame is the fact that I live for myself, work for myself, wrestle for myself and perform for myself. I thank you for this Chris and the special thank you present will be WHEN I take MY WWH Championship from YOU! But for now…I’ll enjoy ripping you apart tomorrow night.
He didn’t rip apart this cookie, no, instead Middley only threw the piece of bakery, quite aggressively must I add, straight at the wall. The biscuit exploded into pieces that crumbled down onto the floor. Now all that remains is the cookie saying “Connelly”. After glancing towards this cookie the “Prince of Fear’s” dramatically chanced from extremely pissed off to just…relaxed. His face now expressed calmness, peace and harmony has he gently picks up the “Connelly” biscuit before carefully speaking up for one last time.
CMiddley: From what I understand, Justin Connelly. This Tag Team Gauntlet is your very first match in WWH. Now I can’t claim to know what you think but I can guess you’re thinking “what kind of monster have I been put with?” But what you might or might not see that you are extremely lucky to have me has your partner since I will do about anything and everything to win the Tag Team Championships tomorrow. Before I can continue I want you to think of something…what do you think about winning the WWH Tag Team Championships in your very first match? Wouldn’t it be great? The self-proclaimed “Man of a Thousand Gimmicks” and the “Man of a Thousand Mysteries” winning the Tag Team Championships in their very first night has a team…that will be amazing. Championship record in your very first show…WWH debut of Two-Thousand-And-Eleven, that could be yours if you help me win the Tag Team Championships tomorrow. But don’t try to overdo it, when you try to overdo it in your very first match bad and potentially embarrassing things happens. So you want to help me? Yes? Or no? if yes, all I ask is for you to have my back and your trust in me having yours. Together I believe we can win the Titles but like some famous guy once said “a divided house can’t stand on its own.” Now Justin, I’ll try my best to help you has much as possible…and if you earn my respect during the match, hell, I’ll let you score the Championship winning pin fall. Yes I can be that nice and I know that if we co-exist well enough, NO ONE can stop us from winning. And now to you dear audience, this is over…nothing more nothing less.
Once he said those words Middley carefully placed the cookie down on the table before leaving the room. The camera lens zoomed in on this last cookie before the light bulb switched off, ending the feed.