Passed over for This Week? How dare you!

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BrayWyatt

Passed over for This Week? How dare you!

Post by BrayWyatt »

OOC: Little Teaser for this week, so please Fed Heads don't take any notice. All will be revealed.


A camera is turned on. There is darkness. Complete darkness. Then movement can be seen on the left hand side of the camera... Then on the right hand side of the camera... Then the middle of the camera... Then there's movement upwards, then downwards. Then it stops. Then a voice is heard.

"Three weeks ago I bet Mick Foley, and I was well on my way. I then lost to Daniel Bryan, I was then given a chance to see if I could compete for gold and lost in a six pack challenge two weeks ago, and then last week I lost to Ryback of all people... again it was part of a tournament for another chance for gold.

So I needed to work on my game. What's happened this week? I'm passed over for a match. Well what do you think I'm thinking?

"No one knows what I'm thinking."


Suddenly Bray Wyatts face comes on to the screen.

"A loss is one thing

"A second loss is two things.

"A third loss is bad.

"But being passed over for a match this week is entirely something else all together. Bray Wyatt is angry, Bray Wyatt is mad, Bray Wyatt is hurt, pass me over more fool you all EBWF Management. How dare you. How dare you all.

"I'm coming to the Moda Center in Portland, Oregan this Monday to settle the score. You will all think twice about passing me over ever again."


Bray Wyatt face disappeared back into the darkness. He starts to rhyme.

"Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,
"Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens."

"What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie."

"Meeow, meeow, meeow, now we shall have no pie."
The three little kittens they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh mother dear, see here, see here
For we have found our mittens."

"Put on your mittens, you silly kittens
And you shall have some pie"

"Meeow, meeow, meeow,
Now let us have some pie."

"The three little kittens put on their mittens
And soon ate up the pie."


Bray's face reappeared from the darkness.

"If you haven't figured it out by now, the three little kittens represent my losses. I will find a way to win again. You have to ask yourselves what does the pie have to do with things. I will have my pie come Monday Night. Just you all wait and see what I have in store."

Bray disappeared back into the darkness, this time for good. The camera fades out.