When Jacob resurfaced on the run, he found Bray. Bray had to reconnect with the F.B.I, and thus putting events in motion. As well as continuing his cover story as a wrestler his new undercover job was to find out where Jacob was now hiding, and take him and his men out for good.
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Cajundome
Lafayette, Louisiana
It is straight after his Triple Threat Match with Vampiro and Austin Aries. He is happy in the knowledge that he is now the Number 1 contender for the Breakout Title. Bray Wyatt is heading back to his locker room, and he gets the sneaking suspicion that he is being watched. All week since his re-introduction with Jacob, he had been followed. He knew he was being followed, but he didn't think his followers knew that he knew that they were following him.
A few times since he arrived in Lafayette he had lead his followers on a wild goose chase by either walking around corners three times, or driving around round abouts about three times as well.
He finally got back to his locker room. He knew there were people in there, as he had used a trick with the door before he left, by leaving a piece of paper inside the door way. He noticed the piece of paper had fluttered over to the other side of the corridor. He grabbed the door handle, took a deep breath and went in.
There standing in the middle of the locker room was Rudolf Masters, Jacob's right hand man, and three other men standing around.
Bray turned and shut the door, and locked it. He turned back around.
"Masters."
RUDOLF: "Good match Bray, very impressive. Well done on becoming the number 1 contender."
Bray wasn't in the mood for small talk.
"Thanks, what's my first task going to be?"
Rudolf grabbed a lap top, and placed it down on the chair, and shoved the screen in front of Bray. Jacob's face was smiling back at him.
JACOB: "Well fought tonight Wyatt, very impressive. Breakout Championship here you come./"
"I've just finished my match Jacob, I'm not in the mood for small talk. What's my first task?"
JACOB: "How disappointing is not to talk shop for a few minutes."
Bray sighed. Jacob could see Bray was not in the mood.
JACOB: "Very well, you win. Mr. Masters."
Rudolf handed Bray an envelope.
JACOB: "Don't open it yet, when you have left the stadium open it in private. In the envelope is a name and work address of an old client of mine. We haven't received payment for some time from him. Your first task for me, is to go to that address, tell him that I sent you, and that I am very very angry with him as I have not received a payment for quite some time."
"Your next job is to give him the beating of his life, give him what you did to Vampiro and Austin Aries tonight, and then he must send the first payment through tonight. You must watch him do it. If he refuses again, well he won't like that opportunity. You are to hand over to Mitch O'Reilly, who will be waiting for you in his car when you have showered and changed."
Bray knew who Mitch O'Reilly was. He was a former IRA operative, and he was a hit man used by Jacob in the past. Mitch was one of a handful of people who avoided prison time, by escaping the country at the time the raid was on that took Bray and Jacob and his men down. Bray had worked with him before.
Bray felt that Jacob knew that Bray was not ready for the killing side of things yet, which was good news for Bray.
JACOB: "Do you understand Wyatt?"
"Yes Jacob I do."
JACOB: "Excellent. Well I hope to hear some positive news soon then Wyatt, for your sake."
Jacob's face disappeared from the screen, and Rudolf closed the lap top.
RUDOLF: "Remember Wyatt, O'Reilly is waiting for you so don't keep him long."
"Oh I won't forget Masters."
RUDOLF: "We'll be in touch."
"I can't wait."
Rudolf headed for the door, and clicked his fingers, the other two men that were in the room followed him. Rudolf unlocked the door, and opened it. He and his men left. Bray closed the door behind him. But he didn't lock it.
He placed the envelope that he was holding on the seat, and headed for the showers.
During the 10 minute shower he heard the locker room door open, close, and locked. He smiled to himself, he knew it was his handler Stephen Matthews.
He got changed and walked back into the main locker room, and he noticed the envelope was missing from the chair.
"I best get in touch with Sister Abigail."
Stephen spoke from the shadows.
STEPHEN: "This room is bug free."
Bray turned around, and Stephen stepped from the shadows, he had ripped open the envelope. He took out a packet of cigarettes. He grabbed one, and placed it in his mouth, he then took out a lighter, and lit it.
"What's the sit rep?"
Stephen inhaled, held it, and then exhaled.
STEPHEN: "We have the information, and our people are moving in to acquire the source. He will have a replacement by the time you get there."
Stephen handed Bray another envelope, which was not opened. They both knew the envelope was for Mitch O'Reilly to drive Bray to his destination.
STEPHEN: "If we have the opportunity we should take down Mitch O'Reilly now before he gets the urge to flee again."
Bray shook his head.
"I disagree, it will look very sus. I say at least wait a month, until I'm fully back in with Jacob, and then do it."
Stephen looked at Bray, inhaled his smoke, held it, and then exhaled.
STEPHEN: "It's a big risk Wyatt."
"Just give it a month before you think of doing any arrests. We don't want to scare Jacob off from trusting me."
Stephen took another drag, inhaled, held it, and then exhaled again.
STEPHEN: "On this sit rep I will give you a month. But it maybe out of my control on others."
"I understand."
From his coat he took out a small plastic bag. He took the end of cigarette, and put it out on the wall. He then placed the remaining cigarette in the plastic bag, and put the bag back in his pocket.
STEPHEN: "You best get going, we don't want O'Reilly waiting longer than he has to. I'll see you again soon."
Stephen walked back into the shadows and disappeared.
Bray gathered his stuff, and headed for the door. He opened it, and standing right outside the door was Renee Young.
RENEE: "Can we get a quick with you Bray about your win tonight?"
Bray quickly looked back into the room, and placed the envelope that he was holding in his back pocket. He was too dumbfounded to talk. He made Renee and the camera man walk backwards, where he shut the door.
"Um sure."
Renee touched her ear piece.
RENEE: "I have Bray, when does commercial end?... 30 seconds."
Bray just stood there trying not to look impatient. He had to get to the car. What seemed like an eternity finally ended with the camera man giving Renee the thumbs up.
RENEE: "Good evening, my guest at this time is Bray Wyatt. He just won the triple threat match earlier to become the number 1 contender for the Breakout Title. How do you feel Bray?"
Bray closed his eyes, and had to quickly get back in character. He opened them and looked up.
"I feel like I am on a collision course."
RENEE: "How so?"
"I have been described as the eater of worlds. Do you know what that means Renee?"
RENEE: "Not really no."
"It means the Eater of Worlds is on a collision course with the stars, in particular one star, Star Dust."
RENEE: "I see, do you have a message for Star Dust at this stage?"
Bray smiles.
"Star Dust, you have what I want, you have what I have been seeking for many months, you have you crown of crowns, you have the gold, you have the Breakout Title. I'm coming for it Star Dust, I'm coming for you too. The vultures are circling. They want the prey, they want my prey, but not before I break that title away from your grasp.
"Beware the Eater of Worlds will swallow your Stars up."
Bray starts laughing and walks away, finally heading to the exit, leaving Renee bewildered yet again.
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Bray made his way out into the car park. Monday Night Warfare was still going, so not many people were milling about. The car park was empty. Suddenly a Irish Green 2014 Nissan Skyline pulled up to him, and the passenger door opened. Bray looked around, and got in. Bray looked across at Mitch O'Reilly. He had short black hair, he also had two scars on his right cheek. One looked more recent, as Bray only ever had seen one scar.
Mitch held out his hand, Bray knew he didn't want a handshake, he wanted the envelope. Mitch was not one for small talk, and hardly ever talked. From his pocket, Bray took the envelope and placed it in Mitch's hand.
Mitch took it and looked at it, studying it, and then looked across at Bray, and then at the envelope again. He tore it open, and took out the piece of paper that was inside. He read the contents, and then placed the envelope inside his glove box, and drove off into the Lafayette night.
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Frac-Chem
3639 Ambassador Caffery Pkwy Suite 320
Mitch drove into the underground car park of the Ambassador Caffery Parkway Suite Building, and came to a stop near the elevator. Mitch grabbed the envelope from the glove box and opened it. He passed Bray what looked like a photo.
MITCH: "The Target's name is Eugene Adams. He is the Finance Person for Frac-Chem Industries. FRAC-CHEM is an oilfield chemical manufacturer & wholesale chemical supplier with an emphasis on hydraulic fracturing, stimulation and coil tubing chemistries. You've got your orders from Jacob?"
"Yes."
MITCH: "Way you go then. Do your job, and I won't have to do mine."
Bray gave a half smile, and nodded. He took a look of the photo of Eugene Adams and studied it. He then took a deep breath, gave the photo back to Mitch, and got out of the car. He headed to the lift. He pressed the button and waited.
The lift arrived and the door opened, and he went in. The moment he pressed the button for the top floor, and the lift doors closed, his cell phone rung. He took it out of his pocket and saw the name on the caller display.
Bray shook his head, but he had to answer it. He pressed the button.
"Wyatt."
CHRIS JERICHO: "Wyatt it's Jericho. What the hell man, I've been told that you've already left."
"Sorry Jericho, I had some business that I needed to take care of."
CHRIS JERICHO: "Very well but you are needed at EBWF Headquarters tomorrow for a photo shoot for CEOD. 10 a.m. don't be late."
"I'll be there."
CHRIS JERICHO: "You better be."
Chris hung up. Bray put the phone back in his pocket. The lift doors opened as they reached the top floor. Bray headed for the office of Frac-Chem. He knew instantly that he was being watched, as no sooner as he had left the car, Mitch would have called Jacob, and Jacob was now hacking in to the security system to watch Bray do his job.
Bray reached the office doors, and knew instantly that the FBI had been, and hooked the real Eugene Adams, as there was the normal colored string on the handle of the door. He took a deep breath, and pulled on the door. The door opened outwards, and Bray crept into the offices of Frac-Chem.
He scanned the office, and saw over the far side the office for the Finances. Bray made his way quietly over to it, and put his ear to the door, he could hear someone typing on a computer. He then opened the door ever so quietly, and made his way into the room. He quietly shut the door behind him.
He quickly scanned the room, and saw the camera in the right hand corner. No doubt Jacob was waiting to see if Bray was really back to his usual self. He looked at the back of the fake Eugene Adams.
"Eugene Adams."
The fake Eugene stopped typing. He turned his chair around to face Bray, and acted like he was in shock.
EUGENE: "Whoooo... Whooo. The Hell.... Are You?"
"I'm here to deliver a message from an old business partner."
EUGENE: "Whoooo... Wwould that be?"
"I think you know dam well who your old business partner is. He hasn't heard from you in a while, and he hasn't received any payments from you lately either."
EUGENE: "Jjjjjjj Jacob?"
"Ding dong, there goes the gong."
EUGENE: "Bbbbbbbuttttt the last I heard.... Hhhhheee was in Prison."
"Ding dong, you're wrong."
Bray clenched his fists and stepped forward. Eugene got up. He held up his hands.
EUGENE: "Wwwwhaat are you gooing tooo dooo?"
Bray took a deep breath, and moved closer, he then let rip with a right and left hook, catching the fake Eugene flush in the face. Eugene went flying backwards on to the chair. Bray grabbed him pulled him to his feet, and then kneed him in his guts, he then sent him flying across the room, and the fake Eugene went flying into a wall.
Bray quickly pounced on him, and hit him with a few more punches, and he kept on going. The anger in him just kept him throwing punches. Then he stopped, let the fake Eugene drop back to the floor. His face bloodied.
The pain brought Bray back to reality. He tried opening his hands, but it was so painful. He looked at them. His knuckles were bloodied. He then shit, he's gone too far. He took a couple of deep breaths, and then knelt down beside the fake Eugene.
He grabbed his head. His face was very bloodied. Luckily for him, the face mask was just staying on. Technology had improved over the years.
"That was a message from Jacob you silly fucker. He wants all his money that is owed to him. If you don't send it now, I will be leaving, and in my place will come someone else who will kill you. Do you understand?"
EUGENE: "Yes."
Bray stood up and pulled the fake Eugene to his feet, and pulled him towards the chair and sat him down. Over on the desk was a box of tissues. He grabbed the box, and pulled the tissues out, until there was a complete set. He threw it at the fake Eugene.
"Clean your face up... now."
As the fake Eugene used the tissues to clean up his face, Bray looked down at his hands, They were shaking very visibly. He tried closing his fists, only to feel more pain. He shook his head.
The fake Eugene wiped away the blood and trembling placed the tissues in the rubbish bin beside his desk. He started going through his draws.
"Hurry the fuck up Adams, I haven't got all night."
EUGENE: "Yeeessssss Siirrrr.."
The fake Eugene pulled out a book, and then faced his computer. Bray watched him from behind as he went into the accounts, checked what they had, and then went into the online bank account. He then used the number he found in the book, and transferred the money to it.
EUGENE: "Itttttsssss doneeeeee."
Bray looked back at the camera, and then swung the chair around so that the fake Eugene could face him. He placed his head right up in the fake Eugene's face.
"If you ever tell the authorities what happened here tonight, I will personally come back and hunt you down myself. Got it?"
EUGENE: "Yeeeesssssss sssssssiiiiiiirrrrr."
"Good, now clean this place up, and go home. It's for your own good dumb wit."
EUGENE: "Yeeeesssssss sssssssiiiiiiirrrrr."
Bray stood up, and then headed for the door. He left the office, and quickly made his way back to the lift. He started trembling as he was waiting for the lift. He hadn't done this in years. Wrestling was another story, but this was real life.
The lift doors opened, and Bray went in and pushed the button for the basement. He rode all the way down thinking about how the Fake Eugene was. He was an undercover agent, but he did give him a serious beating.
The lift doors opened and Bray walked out into the basement. He headed straight for the car, and got in. Mitch hung up the phone that he was on, and looked over.
MITCH: "Very well done Wyatt, great job according to the boss. You certainly did the job well. I'm not needed."
Bray gave a semi smile.
"Can we just get out of here?"
Mitch looked at Bray's hands and smiled.
MITCH: "You earnt your keep."
And without another word, Mitch started the engine, and drove out of the car park.
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Bray was dropped off at his hotel and Mitch just drove off without another word. Bray quickly made his way to his room, went in, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He looked at the wall and just sat there in silence. He hated this part of being an undercover agent. All he wanted was to wrestle. He looked at his hands. They were shaking, and still bloodied.
Bray got up and moved to the bathroom, he filled the sink full of water, and then began to bath his hands in the sink. For the first few minutes his hands stung like hell. He looked at himself in the mirror and hated what he saw. Worse than that he was missing his wife Samantha, who was in a safe house, after they realized that Jacob wanted her back, but Jacob was unaware that Sam was his wife. He knew her as Bray's sister. It had to be that way to keep both of them safe.
He also missed his kids Kendyl, and Cadyn, for their protection they were at his Mother's place. He wished he could phone all three, but again they had to stay out of contact.
Bray looked down at the water. It was all red and bloodied. He quickly grabbed a towel, and made sure his hands were dry. He still couldn't close them properly. He let the water out, and cleaned the sink. At least he knew he had won Jacob over. But there was still a lot more water under the bridge before he felt Jacob could trust him to know the whereabouts of his location.
Bray left the bathroom, and walked over to his bed, and lay down. The events of the day had taken it's toll. At least he knew that he was going to Christmas Eve Of Destruction Pay Per View in Kansas City, to take on Star Dust for his Breakout Title. A smile on his face said it all as he fell asleep.
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Bray sat straight up, and looked across at the time. It was 8 a.m. He had already missed his early morning flight to St Louis, Missouri which means he was going to be very late for his photo shoot with Star Dust.
"Dam it."
Bray got straight out of bed and headed for the shower. He remember about his hands and checked them. They were no longer bloodied, but just severely bruised, and it was still painful to make fists.
He knew that the flight time between Louisiana and St Louis was an hour 40 minutes, so if he could rush to the air port and get there by 9 he would be in St Louise by 10.40 meaning he would miss the start of the photo shoot.
He had no choice. He knew he was going to get into trouble. But that didn't bother him one bit. After all he was Bray Wyatt, who was seen as a type of guy who could do whatever he want whenever he wanted. But that was for the television audiences. This matter was private.
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ST LOUIS, MISSOURI
11.15 a.m.
PHOTO SESSION FOR CHRISTMAS EVE OF DESTRUCTION
Stephanie McMahon was pacing around. She was Executive Vice President of Talent Relations for the EBWF.
Most of the Christmas Eve of Destruction card had turned up for their photo shoots and were well and truly finished. All except for Bray Wyatt. Something about him being late didn't tie up, was weighing on her mind. He had always turned up for photo shoots.
Bray saw that when he walked into the photo session area. Stephanie came storming over.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: "Wyatt what the hell, you're late. You promised Jericho last night when he rung you that you would be here on time. Stardust has been and gone, but lucky for you the photographer and the director of the photo shoot can work you into that match shoot. What's going on."
"Nothing Steph. I just slept past my alarm. I am sorry. Won't happen again."
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: "You've never been late for a photo shoot like this Wyatt, it's unlike you. Is everything okay?"
"Like I said Steph I apologize. Please leave it alone for now."
Stephanie looked down at Bray's hands. The knuckles were severely bruised.
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: "What happened to your hands Bray?"
Bray looked at his hands and tried to act as if he wasn't in any pain when he closed them. He looked at Stephanie, Stephanie looked back at him. The tension was palpable. Bray drew his face closer to Stephanie's.
"I said I'm fine McMahon, now let it go."
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: "This isn't over Bray, I can assure you of that. Get your photo done, and get the hell out of here. But don't forget there are special appearances for you over the next few days before the Pay Per View."
Bray still had his face close to Stephanie's.
"I haven't forgotten McMahon. I'm not planning on missing them."
STEPHANIE MCMAHON: "See that you don't or I'll be really on your arse."
They kept in each others faces for a few more seconds, before Stephanie slowly backed down and walked away. Bray looked back at her. First Chris Jericho, now Stephanie McMahon were both suspicious of his actions, but he couldn't tell them what was really going on. Yet.
Bray walked over to the photographer and introduced himself. For the next half hour he participated in what ever shots that the photographer wanted. He was then allowed to leave.
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For the next three days Bray participated in the Christmas Eve of Destruction Pay Per View Pre Shows Autograph Signing Sessions.
Even though his writing hand hurt like hell, he put the pain to one side, and signed as many autographs and photographs as he could. It must have been well over 5000 over the three days.
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WEDNESDAY 24TH DECEMBER 2014
SPRINT CENTER
KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI
After spending the Saturday to the Tuesday on the down low, and staying out of the vision of Jacob's men, Bray Wyatt turned up at the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri. He was ready for the match against Star Dust. He really wanted that Breakout Title.
He got ready for a promo....
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A camera faded in to a room which was black. No one could see anything. Suddenly everyone heard Bray's voice.
"Tonight two types of worlds will collide.
Tonight the world of Bray Wyatt will collide with the stars and universe of the Breakout champion Star Dust.
Star Dust sees the Universe for what it is Stars and Brightness
Where I see my world as darkness."
Bray starts laughing. He suddenly shows his face in the middle of the darkness.
"The Eater of Worlds is going to do just that. Eat the Universe, Eat the stars, and make sure that Star Dust knows what it is like to lose all of that because when I'm through with him, my vultures, will pick at the pieces."
Bray laughs again.
"All roads lead to tonight Star Dust. It is my chance to win a title, and considering I want it bad enough, I will do just that. Win that precious title from around you're waist. Make you go back into the the universe and search for what you mean it it. I know what I mean to my world.
Star Light Star Bright
The First Star I see Tonight
I Wish I May I wish I might
Have the Wish I wish Tonight."
Bray starts laughing hysterically.
"Star Dust, You are the Star that shines brightly because you have the gold. You are the first star that I will see tonight, because you have that gold that shines so bright. My one wish that I have tonight will be one that will cause your star to black out. Because My star will shine and I will become the next Breakout Champion.
"So you come for me Star Dust, do what you may, do what you might, do what you think but at the very end, there will only be one left standing. And that will not be you Star Dust. That will be yours truly. The Eater of Worlds will begin the next phase. As your new Breakout Champion. Star Dust will become just that. Dust."
Bray disappears back into the darkness, then pops back out again.
"See you soon Star Dust. See you very soon."
Bray disappears back into the darkness, and the camera fades out.