SCENE 1: Friday, January 20th, 2012 - The Anderson Residence in New Jersey.
Cold January evening, Ken sat on the marital bed, his eyes fixed on his traveling bag. Hands slowly roamed along his belongings, flattening them out slightly... He stared at his folded polo shirts, his jeans and his suit. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled a little to himself, before a sigh escaped his lips. He was actually going to do this one more time, hopefully for longer than his two previous tenures. Which reminded him! Ken reached from under the bed to grab his wrestling gear and placing it inside the bag, boots, trunks and knee pads. He was going to wear his green ones, his favorite color, like the Green Bay Packers of course! A warm and familiar voice was heard behind him, belonging to the most beautiful of all angels he has ever seen.
Shawn Anderson: Do you need help packing?
Upon hearing her sweet voice he turned around and shook his head, offering her a smile.
Ken Anderson: Nah, I'm good. Its just hard to walk from home not wanting to take everything with you... You know I've been thinking, how do you feel about being bubblewrapped from head to toe and tossed onto the plane with me?
Ken's wife chuckled a little as she leaned against the doorway looking at the blonde loudmouth of a husband she had.
Shawn Anderson: Hun, Austin and I can't follow you wherever you go, despite we'd love to.
Ken Anderson: Awwww man!
She approached him and sat on the bed behind him, wrapping her slender arms around his broad shoulders before leaning in to kiss his right cheek in a lovingly fashion.
Shawn Anderson: Besides it will only be for a few days hun! We will meet in New York for the weekend! And it's not that far away either!
Ken pouted like a small child.
Shawn Anderson: You know Wes wouldn't mind giving me a front row ticket... You know he'd even allow families to travel with workers. Wes might be the Wrestling baddass of the decade, but he's a family man at the end of the day, too.
Ken nodded, slowly running his index along her jawline before returning the kiss on her own cheek. His other hand reached out to close the bag.
Ken Anderson: I am ready...
Shawn Anderson: I know you are! So, what's the plan?
Ken Anderson: I had a talk with Wes a couple of days ago. He really liked the idea of me returning at the rumble... I've been watching the programming lately and I think the place has its fair amount of babyfaces and ultra rotten almost nazi heels... I'm looking to be the guy...
Shawn chuckled a little and shook her head.
Shawn Anderson: Don't tell me, you want to be EBWF's Stone Cold Steve Austin.
Ken smiled, Shawn knew him too well. They've been married for the last four years, and have been friends since ever... She knew their Fox Terrier's name was in the Texas rattlesnake's honor. Ken nodded a little, before his lips spoke otherwise.
Ken Anderson: No. Actually! Wes Hired Stone Cold Steve Austin, so I'm going to have a shot at working with him! Apparently lots of big names are being hired as of late. He wants a rumble cramped with stars!
Shawn Anderson: Well, to me there is no bigger name than Mr. Anderson on my books.
Ken Anderson: Oh! I'm going to start as Mr. Kennedy...
Shawn Anderson: Really?
Ken Anderson: Yeah.
Shawn Anderson: I thought you wanted to use your real name...
Ken Anderson: I do. And eventually I will... I just think it's dull I go and tell the fans "Hey, I'm Mr. Anderson now? Ok?" I'll find the right moment to do it.
Shawn Anderson: Hey, you're the pro.
He chuckled a little and hugged her, sliding his hands to wrap his arms around her sides gently.
Ken Anderson: I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous.
Shawn Anderson: About what?
Ken Anderson: Screwing up?
Shawn Anderson: Why would you even consider that?
Ken Anderson: Several factors... The fact it's my first biggest match since, well like a Year. The fact I'm known all around the world for being "that dude who is really good but who always comes up short on crucial moments".
Shawn looked at him.
Shawn Anderson: Ken, I'm not going to give you crap on how all what matters is having fun and getting paid, and entertaining the fans. If you walked away a couple of times was because even with a pocket full of cash you felt things weren't going the way you desired... Remember what that man who climbed the Everest said "It is not the mountain we conquer, it's ourselves."
Ken was shocked after such a moment of enlightenment by his wife. Those big browns stared into his baby blue eyes as he nodded slowly. Ken smiled and gave his wife a soft peck on the lips before standing up.
Ken Anderson: I better get going.
Shawn Anderson: You're running late hun.
Ken nodded and placed both of his open palms on the undersides of her jaw, bringing her lips closer to his to kiss them softly goodbye. Patting his fox terrier Austin and giving him a kiss on the head was next, before he dragged his luggage on to the car.. And off to Buffalo, New York he was.
The Anderson house, where he has spent most of the past few months became smaller in the rear view mirrors as he drove... For the first time in the past months, Ken Anderson felt alone... There was no worse thing than feeling alone, suddenly thoughts seemed louder, and stuck into your head with a lot more ease. All this questions about his future run with EBWF arose in his mind... His wife's words echoed on the backseat of his mind.
He had indeed climbed to the very top of the mountain countless times... Back in WWE, and during his runs in EBWF. Number one Contender for the Intercontinental Championship, Number one Contender for the World Title, Mr. Money in the bank, too.
Yet, once on top of the mountain and before he would manage to conquer the mountain by planting a big flag with his name on it on the tallest rock, he fell. Despite numerous tries, succesful runs and mesmerizing matches, no PPV victories or title reigns for him. All this time he has been thinking that perhaps he didn't have that certain 'Je ne sais quoi' that made John Cena and Randy Orton come on top of him every single time he faced them. It wasn't bad luck, he believed he made his luck with each step he took. It couldn't be lack of skills either.
Back in the day, Ken was probably not ready for the big time... He was probably so full of himself, seeing everyone around him root for him: His wife, his boss, Chris Jericho.
Was he ready now? The Royal Rumble seemed like the perfect chance... Not to prove his boss, the guys in the back or the fans anything. But, for the first time for Ken Anderson to show what he has been made of. To prove his worth, to know his own weaknesses and strengths, using them wisely to get himself into Wrestlemania's main event.
Ladder matches, cage matches, elimination chambers, qualifying matches... You name it, Ken has competed in that type of match... Yet, after a couple of years there was still no major victories in any of those matches. Ken seriously hoped this Royal Rumble becomes the turning point in his career, specially with the words of wisdom coming from her soul mate... Maybe he's been having trouble seeing the forest because trees were in the way. Maybe it was time to step back and see the whole picture... See...
[RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING]
Ken turned towards the passenger's seat, his cellphone had been ringing for a few moments. He reached out and punched a couple of buttons to setup the parrot speaker as he drove.
Ken Anderson: Anderson.
Stephanie McMahon: Hey Ken, this is Stephanie McMahon.
Ken Anderson: Hello Stephanie, I'm on my way to Buffalo right now.
Stephanie McMahon: So I've been told... Hence why I'm calling.
Ken Anderson: I'm All ears.
Stephanie McMahon: We want you to come out on Monday night and request to be put in the Royal Rumble match.
Ken Anderson: Why don't I just walk out and demand a title shot?
He chuckled.
Stephanie McMahon: We want the fans to be hyped up, to have a reason for tuning in on Sunday Evening.
Ken Anderson: If thirty men going apeshit against each other for a shot at the World Title isn't hyping and enough of a reason to tune in...
Stephanie McMahon: Wes is coming out on Monday to address the Royal Rumble entries... That will be your call on stage.
Ken Anderson: Beautiful, I wasn't expecting to come out on my first day but I love it. Is the ink of my contract dry yet?
Ken chuckled once more.
Ken Anderson: So I guess I'll see you sometime in the weekend, there are a few other things I'd like to discuss before the Rumble.
Stephanie McMahon: What is it?
Ken Anderson: Air time on the Pay Per View. Epic. Intense. Promo.
Stephanie McMahon: Well, if it's going to be Epic and intense I'll see what I can do to snuggle you somewhere in the programme.
Ken Anderson: Most appreciated. I'll talk to you later.
Stephanie McMahon: Take care. And Welcome Back to EBWF.
Ken Anderson: Thanks.
Ken stared at his reflection on the rear view mirror and nodded. There was no going back now... At Buffalo he was going out to address the crowd, and request a spot on the Royal Rumble. At the rumble he was going to show himself how far was he willing to go to pursue his biggest dream of them all. A dream of Gold.
SCENE 2: Sunday January 30th, 2012. - Madison Square Garden.
Madison Square Garden. Something magical was in the atmosphere that night. The mythical concrete collossus where many major events had taken place felt intimidating that night. Full house, the EBWF hardcore fans, those who have been with the promotion through thick and thin were in for a treat that night. The Royal Rumble, one of those fan favorite events was taking place at the MSG. Thirty men going all out in an over the top rope Battle Royal to define who will headline WrestleMania XI in a world title match! The EBWFtron lit up to display Matt Striker, who was wearing a casual black suit, microphone on his hand.
Matt Striker: Ladies and gentlemen thanks for joining us! welcome to the Royal Rumble! We're live from Madison Square Garden and...
A loud burp interrupted Striker's introductory statement. The camera panned out to show Green Bay's last hope, Mr. Ken Kennedy. Wearing his wrestling gear which consisted on black boots and knee pads, green trunks and a black vintage shirt a hardcore wrestling fan would easily recognize reading "CUCK FENA", trademark chewing gum in place. Striker turned to him.
Mr. Kennedy: ... What?
Matt shook his head.
Matt Striker: I was trying to introduce the fans to our Pay Per View in a proper way.
Mr. Kennedy: Well, you're doing a pretty lame job at it. Would you like to see how it's really done?
Matt Striker: er...
Ken snatched the microphone from Striker's hand and brought it closer to his face, upside down like his trademark mic.
Ken snatched the microphone from Striker's hand and brought it closer to his face, upside down like his trademark mic.
Mr. Kennedy: Alright alright... Ladies and gentlemen allow me to welcome you to the 2012 Royal...
Ken stopped and shoved the mic back on Striker's chest.
Mr. Kennedy: Yeah right! Like I'm doing your job for free... Then again all of my assholes in attendance know I'm a lot better at wrestling, interviewing and commenting, that you ever could dream of being. Matt you used to be a washed up teacher, right? Fun fact! You have nothing to teach me about being insightful, funny or a great wrestler. Let me guess... Do you want to ask me what are my thoughts on tonight's match? Do you want to ask who are -in my opinion- the biggest rivals to beat at the rumble? Do you want to ask about my strategy for the rumble?
Ken stopped and shoved the mic back on Striker's chest.
Mr. Kennedy: Yeah right! Like I'm doing your job for free... Then again all of my assholes in attendance know I'm a lot better at wrestling, interviewing and commenting, that you ever could dream of being. Matt you used to be a washed up teacher, right? Fun fact! You have nothing to teach me about being insightful, funny or a great wrestler. Let me guess... Do you want to ask me what are my thoughts on tonight's match? Do you want to ask who are -in my opinion- the biggest rivals to beat at the rumble? Do you want to ask about my strategy for the rumble?
Matt Striker: Essentially... Yes!
Mr. Kennedy: Figures. Let's see, first and foremost you didn't introduce me properly. Second, who ever told you that I need someone to interview me? My assholes are out there, and if I'm going to speak my mind I just skip down the ramp, get MY mic -yeah, unlike you I have a personal microphone- and run my mouth! About whoever and whatever I want. Matt, no offense but I don't need you! You're a lot better off with guys who can't pull a sentence together... Guys like Charlie Haas, Carlito, Ted DiBiase or Doplh Ziggler... You Matt, make those guys interesting, you help them speak their minds! So if you excuse me... I'm off to adress my fans... Go find some Tyler Reks or Woo Woo Woo guy to ask dumb questions to.
Ken stepped right in front of Striker's face, nose to nose, his jaw moving as he chews on his gum. Striker stood up like any former wrestler would, specially after being dished by the biggest asshole Ken points his index at Striker, poking him as he spoke.
Mr. Kennedy: I'll show you how it's done. Watch. Learn.
He walked away before allowing Striker to reply as the scene faded to a commercial break. After the break the scene would open up in front of the ramp, the cheering sound of the fans in attendance loudening as "Turn up the trouble" by Airbourne hit over the PA system, from behind the curtain to meet the hyped fans, pyrotechnichs set off as he descended from the ramp.
He wasted no time in sliding into the ring, striking his trademark pose and throwing his right hand up in the air, a golden sinatra micrphone descending from the rafters and onto his powerful grasp, his music toned down, the cheers settled.
Mr. Kennedy: Are there any... Assholes in attendance? Welcome to my show! Allow me to introduce myself! I weigh in tonight an impressive 243 and a quarter pounds! I had McDonald's a while ago in case you are wondering.
Ken smiled.
Mr. Kennedy: I hail from Green Bay, Wisconsiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!
The crowd cheered.
Mr. Kennedy: Mr. Money in the Bank! The number 30th entry in tonight's Royal Rumble and most likely the 2012 Royal Rumble Winner!!!!!
The crowd was going wild as he paused again to fill his lungs.
Mr. Kennedy: MIIIIIIIIIIIIISTEEEEEEEEEER KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNEEEEEEEEDY!!
He paused for a moment, the crowd chanted along.
Mr. Kennedy: KENNEDY!!!!!!!!
Ken waited for the crowd to settle before beginning.
Mr. Kennedy: That's right people. You know, I'm going to quote Mr. Wes Ikeda: I am back from the purgatory. I am back from the purgatory where EBWF put me! For those of you who haven't kept record on my EBWF career I debuted a couple of years ago and had some memorable matches!
I beat a bunch of EBWF's top dogs, too. In no time I found myself being a fan favorite, and the number one contender for the Intercontinental title! Who held the belt? Some guy named Randy Orton, does the name ring a bell?
Ken shrugged a little. A mixed reaction from the crowd.
Mr. Kennedy: The man who kicked Paul London in the head so hard he sent him to the future and back. EBWF's Goose of the golden eggs...
He nodded to himself.
Mr. Kennedy: I've been to the crapper right after Mr. Orton, and if that is what golden eggs smell like, I'm better off being poor and miserable. Anyway, not once! But twice Mr. Orton managed to get the upper hand on yours truly when the Intercontinental Championship was on the line... A fact that really messed my head up. I mean, the matches are on youtube, you can check them out and see how close the matches were. Anyway, I had my fill of Mr. Orton being shoved down my throat and took some time off... Next thing I know, he's the world champion. I decide to come back, I work my ass off in this ring, I beat Randy Orton in a non title match, I qualify for Money in the Bank and completely DOMINATE. Long story short... It was Kennedy vs. Orton III. The outcome? The goose beat me... Again.
He shook his head a couple of times. His free hand rubbing the back of his head.
Mr. Kennedy: He got me for the third time, in a painfully close match. So basically, you could say my EBWF career has consisted on playing second fiddle to Mr. Orton... Like a good friend of mine told me recently.
He paused briefly.
Mr. Kennedy: I'm not going to judge Wes Ikeda for calling the shots or screwing me out of what was rightfully mine, at the end of the day it's all about business... And maybe Mr. Orton was a better champ for business back then.
Ken shrugged.
Mr. Kennedy: the difference is, I don't give a rat's ass about business. I still went home, got paid frickin' well, banged my wife... If you think my life apparently didn't change one thing... You are Wrong.
Ken shook his head.
Mr. Kennedy: To me, a Million dollars is worth crap if you guys and I aren't happy and satisfied with what's appears on your TV screen every Monday night. It broke my heart to see assholes in first row, devastated after Orton had beaten me again... I decided something and I walked.
He paused and looked down.
Mr. Kennedy: Let's fast forward one year... I have to ask, where is Mr. Orton? The man who had EBWF's weight on his shoulders! The goose! I'll be honest: I don't know and I don't care. All I know is even if he were here, in my mind there'd be nothing more than mopping his face with this very canvas to earn my title shot. Wes couldn't be more accurate when he said he sent me to purgatory... I guess I might take that as a confession from him...
Ken took a brief pause.
Mr. Kennedy: Which led him to give me this hell of a chance he has given me. If you tuned in at Warfare last Monday, you were lucky enough to see my return! And you saw Wes Ikeda naming me the 30th entry in tonight's Main event! However, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw John Cena coming out, to try and steal my spotlight... We all know Johnny is a big beefed up kid who wants all eyes on him. He's always bragging about how he is number one, I'm glad Wes telegraphed that one and gave him the very first entrance number to the rumble.
Ken clapped vigorously.
Mr. Kennedy: contratulations John, now you are LITERALLY number one! Let me tell you something Johnny, you were better off as a boy scout, as EBWF's Dudley Do-Right. Because you know, you have big shoes to fill if your new thing is being an asshole. The only reason I'd want you to stay in the rumble long enough is for me to personally toss you out of the ring! Rap all you want, wear all your bling, bring your homies to the ring, you have a hard task ahead of you to even think of winning this.
Ken nodded before continuing.
Mr. Kennedy: Speaking of Impossible tasks, the fillers for the rumble... Fillers are superstars that are needed to cover the 30 men cuota; guys like Paul London, RVD, Trent Barreta, MVP, Sim Snuka, Drew McIntyre, Charlie Haas, Carlito, Tyler Reks and Dolph Ziggler, Zack Ryder, Steven Richards, Curt Hawkins. Guys, truth can be hurtful at times, but believe me, you're nothing but fillers, your chances at winning this aren't close to zero, they are Zero. I mean... I have the feeling Paul London doesn't even know where he is standing, does he still believes he is from the future? Haas can have a thousand gimmicks, but zero luck or talent to beat me! Drew and Tyler Reks are worst than David Flair or Braden Walker! Steven Richards, is he even wrestling anymore? Curt Hawkins apparently has watched a clockwork orange... Whoop-dee-doo! Ziggler couldn't spell 'Perfection' or 'Showoff' even if his life depended on it... RVD, really? A guy who's deal is smoking weed? I Hope RVD is Flying high enough for him to get eliminated instantly and not cross him in the rumble... Carlito is, to quote the man: NOT COOL, therefore irrelevant and unable to win the Rumble. Sim Snuka, really? Sucking so much I wouldn't allow you to use my last name if I were good ol' Superfly... You're not winning this Son, not with Snuka, Hennig, Flair or Hogan as your last name, not happening. Trent Barreta and his carpal tunnel syndrome aren't stopping me either! Zack Ryder is better off doing JTL: Getting Jacked, Tanned and doing his Laundry... He doesn't belong inside or near an EBWF Ring. MVP calls himself half man, half amazing... I only a question for him, is he half smart too? Or couldn't he come with a cooler name?
He shrugged.
Mr. Kennedy: I know it sounds like I'm bashing the up and coming talent in the EBWF, but it's not like that... I'm no vet, but you guys being too green is something that plays against you tonight. Talking about stuff that plays against you! This rumble has a few big guys... Batista, Kane, and Undertaker, you guys are pretty big and scary, but if that was all it took to be EBWF champ, a lot of fatass, ugly big dudes would've already won the rumble and titles and whatnot... Last time I checked you guys haven't had done much in this place. Let's say you have a big shot at making a name for yourselves after the rumble, but being overweight and tall isn't going to win it for you... Remember, the bigger they are, the harder they fall! Sure they're going to be tools for me... I hope they have cleaned the house with their brawn by the time I get to the Rumble.
Ken smiled.
Ken ran a hand along his chin and nodded once.
Mr. Kennedy: There are a few others who haven't had the bad luck of locking horns with me before, but that will change come Sunday night. For example Wade Barrett. Wade Barrett has always been impressive. He's got what it takes to make it in this business, if you ask me. He knows how to shock the world! for example, when he formed the Nexus and led them to be a dominant force here in EBWF. Wade is a man someone who wants to win the Rumble should watch out for, specially if Sheamus decides to show up and give him a helping hand! If it's true he has a Tag Title match, I'd pick Royal Rumble over Tag Titles any day, but that's just me.
He tilted his head backwards, as if trying to remember more of his Royal Rumble Opponents.
Mr. Kennedy: Matt Morgan? Rudy Roode? Bobby Roode, I believe he comes from TNA and he has a big mouth, problem is we all know it doesn't matter how big your mouth is if you can't back it up. Wes is out of his mind hiring TNA peeps, last couple we hired had brain tumors and had their sons abducted, meh. It might pay to be Roode, but believe me it pays more to be an ASSHOLE.
He smirked a little, looking into the camera.
Mr. Kennedy: JTG, what the hell does that even stand for? Jackass, Troglodyte Gay? I don't know. You look like an excon, talk like an excon... But you don't scare me! Want to know why? Because I'm leaving my wallet back in my locker room...Dawg.
Ken nodded a little patting his trunks to show he had no pockets.
Mr. Kennedy: The number one Contender for the World Title is going to compete in the Rumble... The Miz! A man I haven't met in an EBWF ring before. Should I watch out? Well, that depends on how you look at things. You see, the outcome of his match against Brian Kendrick for the World Title will be crucial. If Miz beats Kendrick, he will definitely want to do like Bret Hart did once and win the Rumble while being World Champion, right? However, if Kendrick gets the victory on their match, he will be motivated to get his number one contendership back as soon as possible . Either way, I expect him to be tired enough not to last more than a few seconds in the match...
Ken leaned against the top rope slowly, proceeding with his speech.
Mr. Kennedy: Ahhhh... Everybody's got a price! Ted DiBiase's favorite phrase... Sadly for him there are things that don't have a price, for example personalities, skills in the ring, love for the fans... I don't know what the deal with this kid really is, in fact... I can't believe he has a World Title reign -even if it was for like a day- and I don't! On top of it, I think he has some beef with Jeff Hardy and an Intercontinental championship match... He's going to be pretty busy. Jeff Hardy, an EBWF legend, multiple Lightweight Champ, multiple World Champ... He's wrote a whole lot of pages on EBWF history with his um... Face paint and... Well you get the Idea! DiBiase and Jeff could be interesting opponents if they didn't have another match.
Ken walked towards the turnbuckle, slowly climbing up to sit on it.
Mr. Kennedy: Cody Rhodes, this man could really pull it off if he stops slacking off, wearing makeup and whatnot... If he's not afraid of busting a couple of nails he might be still in the Rumble by the time I enter the match. He's definitely skilled, he's had a run in the EBWF long enough to be considered World Championship material... But he still has to compete and beat the other top dogs, who aren't afraid of getting their head messy, their nails and teeth chipped, their noses busted, their backs broken... Are you willing to pay the price to play with the big boys? Or are you too busy staring at your own reflection in the mirror? If you're not willing to go toe to toe with the EBWF superstars, I guarantee you'll be Dashing out over the top rope in no time!
Ken hopped off the ring and walked towards the center of the ring.
Mr. Kennedy: Another man who has a nice shot at winning tonight is AJ Styles... Apparently during my absence he grew a pair! THE MAN GREW A PAIR! At least that's what I've heard... He went from this silent type who was pretty skilled, to this Flair Impersonator who was pretty skilled, to basically a loudmouth who is pretty skilled. Okay. What is it with everyone trying to be a loudmouth and an asshole? Really man, I should sue you guys for copyright infringement. AJ, this might be the year! In all seriousness, eliminating you will be one of my top priorities if I want to secure my WrestleMania main event ticket tonight. Coming in at number 18 can't be too bad, and with your skill and experience I'm pretty sure you could win this... If I slip. Let's just hope that doesn't happen.
Ken smiled a little...
Mr. Kennedy: Alright, on to the man who has -in my eye- held the burden of EBWF's main event scene during my absence along with the current world champion and man to beat, Brian Kendrick. I'm talking about Charles Montgomery Punk, did I say It right? Whatever. Punk says he's the best wrestler in the world... Does the Pope Shit in the woods? The man is without a shadow of a doubt a skilled performer, his GTS can put you... Well, for a lack of a better word: To sleep in a single hit. Even being the best in the world you still have your good days, and your bad days. CM Punk couldn't beat Santino Marella on his worst day... But the thing is, the man is out for blood. Punk wants Kendrick in this very ring, with the World Title on the line, he wants to put him through a world of pain... Punk is full of pride, you see he doesn't take any pleasure on beating Kendrick and his lackeys down to a pulp backstage... He wants it to be really humiliating and bloody, he wants it to be meaningful... What more memorable occasion than WrestleMania Eleven's Main Event, with the most prestigious title the world of wrestling has to offer on the line? I Can see straight through you Punk... Sadly, I'm afraid it is going to take a little more effort for you to realize your dream of having a match with Brian Kendrick will probably NOT materialize at the Rumble... Why? You're looking at the reason, the reason is standing on the ring right now. Punk I can predict that as voice of the voiceless you will come out and say I bowed down to Wes and asked him to give me the 30th slot... But Punk, I do like you and I do feel we have a lot in common, because we both have gotten less than we deserve... Sure you've been a hell more of a bitch about it, but still... At the end of the day Punk we are nothing more than a couple of underdogs looking for glory! Again, I'm sorry to break your bubble and tell you that after tonight you might want to think about a plan B when it comes to getting revenge from Brian Kendrick... May I suggest a fistfight? Whoever loses takes Daffney!
Ken laughed out a little.
Mr. Kennedy: Last but not least... A man who has my respect, my admiration ever since day one. He's a legend of his business and has seen the good in me, he's been there with me through good times and bad times... Chris Jericho. He made EBWF what it is, and along with Jeffo he's part of the Old School EBWF Roster. He has laid low as of late, but a man of his talent will definitely put up one hell of a fight tonight in the rumble, because he taught me that. He taught me to give not hundred but 110% on every match I had, he is the reason why I am out here, standing before you promising that I am going to win this match. He made me believe in myself, he helped me dust of and go on when I was down in the dump! Jericho, it is an honor to compete with you tonight, and it will be an honor to eliminate you... Because we both can be declared winners, that's so lame, like WWF lame.
Ken spreaded his arms a little before wrapping it up.
Mr. Kennedy: So basically and to sum it up: -I don't know how Wes feels about me wasting his precious on air time on morons who will probably not last a minute in this competition anyway-Thirty people, thirty dreams, twenty nine shatter, then again like 20 should have been realist about it and realized they had no chance in this... One man moves on, one man goes to the grand daddy of them all! One man headlines WrestleMania! The big question that arises now is: Who? Do you need to be big and bad to win this? Or fast and small as lightning? Do you need experience? or a Rookie can win this? Not to be an asshole, or... Wait, actually being a bit of an asshole: Allow me to remind you that I have the upper hand, being the last superstar to enter the Rumble and all...
Ken Shrugged.
Mr. Kennedy: To quote an Olympic Jackass: It's true! It's True! But I am conscious that Mr Ikeda's generosity alone isn't going to take me to WrestleMania, it takes something else... Now like half of the boys in the back will have never heard of this in the same sentence with their name unless it is with a negative statement right in between.
Ken circled the ring with his mic on his hand.
Mr. Kennedy: I haven't won a Royal Rumble, ever. Hell, I haven't even held a title in the company. But I can tell you what it takes to win tonight, and what it takes to wrap gold around your waist for more than a week, I'm looking at you Ted DiBiase and Zack Ryder! It takes skill, intelligence, ability, focus! Thirst for glory and the desire to wave EBWF's flag on top of the mountain of this business... If you ask me, there is only one superstar capable of achieving such thing as winning the Royal Rumble... And I will gladly give you the name of the person you should chip in for to win tonight...
Ken Shrugged.
Mr. Kennedy: To quote an Olympic Jackass: It's true! It's True! But I am conscious that Mr Ikeda's generosity alone isn't going to take me to WrestleMania, it takes something else... Now like half of the boys in the back will have never heard of this in the same sentence with their name unless it is with a negative statement right in between.
Ken circled the ring with his mic on his hand.
Mr. Kennedy: I haven't won a Royal Rumble, ever. Hell, I haven't even held a title in the company. But I can tell you what it takes to win tonight, and what it takes to wrap gold around your waist for more than a week, I'm looking at you Ted DiBiase and Zack Ryder! It takes skill, intelligence, ability, focus! Thirst for glory and the desire to wave EBWF's flag on top of the mountain of this business... If you ask me, there is only one superstar capable of achieving such thing as winning the Royal Rumble... And I will gladly give you the name of the person you should chip in for to win tonight...
MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNEDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Ken walked towards the nearest turnbuckle, standing on it and throwing one arm in the air.
Mr. Kennedy: KENNEDY!!!!!!!!!!!
"Turn up the trouble" Hit over the PA and Ken posed for the fans confidently, releasing his microphone and allowing it to raise back to the ceiling and eventually disappear, he jumps off the turnbuckle, throwing both arms in the middle of the canvas before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back, waving and smiling for the fans.