He's here. The Next Breakout Contender.

[Mr Kennedy]

The scene starts in the lounge of a mysterious person. All we can see is the television going, on it are highlights of the EBWF. We also see the back of a chair, and in the chair watching the wrestling highlights is this mysterious person.

Something about the highlights keeping making him shake his head, and tsking. Every so often he moans. It's obvious he doesn't like what he's looking at.

He even makes a comment about the triple threat match between the Undertaker, Sami Zayn, and R Truth.

"No Undertaker, that's not how you use to do it. No this isn't good at all."

Finally he has enough of watching, and he turns the television off, and we seem him get up and walk to the window and look out. From his pocket he takes out a packet of gum, and grabs a couple of pieces and puts them in his mouth and starts chewing.

Suddenly he takes out his cell phone and starts dialing a number.

"I'd like to speak to Wes Ikeda please.... No I will not give you my name... It doesn't matter to you what my name is... He sent me a text a few days ago, I'm ringing him back now... Thank you, I'll hold...."

The stranger sighs and waits, then he gets put through.

"Mr Ikeda, it's you know who... Yes yes... Listen we need to talk..."

The scene fades out.


The scene fades in a few days later, outside the Sprint Center, in Kansas City, Missouri where the EBWF is about to host their next Pay Per View, the King of the Ring. It is a couple of days out, and the EBWF are holding a pre match entertainment in the way of interacting with the fans and wrestlers. This is held in the stadium.

Suddenly a white 2013 Toyota Corolla pulls up into the car park, and the mysterious man gets out. He surveys the area. No one is around, everyone is inside the stadium. He takes a deep breath, grabs a back pack, closes his car door, and pulls his hood up over his head. He heads towards the stadium.

Inside the stadium is packed with fans listening to their hero's do questions and answers sessions. There is a break in proceedings.

Suddenly 'Grenade' by Bruno Mars hits the p.a. system of the Spring Center, and the fans look towards the front stage. From the back steps the mysterious hooded figure, still holding onto his back pack. They go quiet. They do not quite know what to think of this person.

The man heads towards the ring. All we can tell is he's chewing gum. He gets to the ring, jumps inside, and walks to the center of the ring. He turns around and sees that the titan tron is working, and that the cameras are actually recording this mid week event. He drops the back pack onto the canvas of the ring, and walks over to the other side, and grabs the microphone from a worker.

He returns to the center of the ring. The fans are still stunned. He takes off his hood, to reveal his blond hair. The fans now know who this mysterious person is. Some start to cheer, while most of them start to boo.

This makes the man smile. He holds the microphone to his lips.

"You guys here don't deserve this."

The fans boo.

The man looks towards the main camera.

"But you guys at home deserve this. So let's start."

The man drops his head.

"To the millions of my fans watching around the world they know me as...."

He begins to yell.

"Miiiiiiiiiisssssssstttttter......."

He lifts his head to look up at the roof.

"Keeeeeennnnnnneeeedddyyyyyyyy"

He looks back at the camera, and smiles, and then looks around.

"Kennedy."

Once again some fans cheer, but most start booing again. Mr Kennedy shakes his head, and looks into the audience.

"You guys can shut up, it's the real people at home that matters."

The crowd boos loudly. Mr Kennedy moves to the other side of the ring, and blows his gum out of his mouth, and swats it away. He walks back to the middle of the ring.

"Everyone must be wondering why I am here? In Kansas City? Here in the EBWF a few days before their King of the Ring Pay Per View. Well I'll tell you, if you all just shut up so that my fans at home can hear."

Once again the din of booing is loud. Mr Kennedy walks over to the corner of the ring, and rests. He looks into the camera.

"For a long time I've been watching the EBWF, and for a long time I've been noticing something different about the company. That's right. Something is different. Not only the EBWF but also in other places around the country and world. But let's take EBWF for example..."

Mr Kennedy walks back to the center of the ring.

"For a long time the EBWF has been going down the wrong road. That's right, I said the wrong road. How, you may say that they are going down the wrong road. By still hiring people like John Cena, CM Punk, Edge, heck they've even re-hired the Undertaker. That says it all."

The booing got louder.

"John Cena has been around the traps far too many times, so has CM Punk, so has Edge, and the list continues. Poor old Undertaker has had two defeats in as many matches since he decided to join the EBWF. It's just not on. Sorry Undertaker, that dude Sami Sayn was right. You're a has been."

Once again more booing. Mr Kennedy walked to the other side of the ring, looked down and waved to some one he knew in the crowd, and then he walked back to the center of the ring.

"So what does all this mean? Well it means that the EBWF like everywhere else has gone stale."

Another chorus of boos.

"John Cena, Randy Orton, CM Punk, the Miz, all stink because they are stale. So what did I do. I texted the EBWF boss, Mr Wes Ikeda, and told him what I thought. He rung me back and told me there's a place on the roster for me to do something about it. I only had to make the choice."

Some of Mr Kennedy's fans cheered. The rest of the crowd started chanting:

"Enough is enough... enough is enough... enough is enough."

Mr Kennedy smiled at hearing this and shook his head, but continued to speak.

"So a couple of days ago after I saw the EBWF do their last Warfare show before King of the Ring, I saw the Undertaker lose, and thought, okay enough's enough. It's time for some new blood to run amok, and that new blood is me. I called Mr Ikeda and accepted his offer. He said the best place to start 'changing' things, was for me to be entered in the first match. A Battle Royal to determine the number 1 contender for the Breakout Title. I said sure lets start there."

Mr Kennedy walked to the front of the ring, and looked at the titan tron.

The Battle Royal will be a piece of cake to win because there are 9 other 'competitors' competing, yes I use the word 'competitors' loosely because some of you are not worth the mention. Some of you are not looking likely to last another week, some of you like John Cena, and CM Punk are just garbage. A waste of space. Let's take for example these people.

"R-Truth, who did shockingly in the Triple Threat last week, Tyler Breeze, Diego, Fernando, and D'Angelo Dinero. You guys are not worth the space amongst the EBWF roster."

Another round of boos. It was getting louder.

"I must say the rest are worth a little bit more than barely. Those like Seth Rollins, Sami Zayn, Batista, and Kofi Kingston. You guys will be harder than the other 5. But it will be all simple still to win the Battle Royal. I will be the one walking out of here as the Number 1 contender to the Break out title.

"This is where I belong, this is my yard, the time for change is a foot. The time to sweep the trash out the door is here. Trash like John Cena, and CM Pu.."

Suddenly there was no more sound coming from the microphone. Mr Kennedy looked down and tapped the top of it. It had been switched off. There was a huge round of applause from the fans.

Mr Kennedy looked at the titan tron and then raised his shoulders as if he knew that was coming. He smiled. He dropped the microphone, and walked to the center of the ring to where his bag was, and knelt down. The crowd was cheering that Mr Kennedy could talk no more.

But to their horror from his bag Mr Kennedy took out a loud speaker. He walked to the front of the ring, and spoke into it.

"It seems as if my time is up. That's okay."

He walked back to the center of the ring.

"I will be the next number 1 contender for the Break Out title, and then I will change the way that the EBWF is run. Because I am...

He begins to yell..

"Miiiiiiiiiisssssssstttttter......."

He lifts his head to look up at the roof.

"Keeeeeennnnnnneeeedddyyyyyyyy"

He looks back at the camera, and smiles, and then looks around.

"Kennedy."

He then grabs his bag, and as his song 'Grenade' starts to play, walks out of the ring, and heads towards the stage. He has certainly made a statement.