Sunday, September 2, 2012

Introducing... Brawn.

Sometime during last week...

"Uh-huh... Let's see... The results came in this morning... Have you been a good boy?"

"Of course I have..."

It has been over a month since he has been in the doctor's office. Over a month since Ken Anderson had his match with John Cena and crashed out of the King of the Ring tournament, over a month since he was told to work safely in the ring if he didn't want his condition to worsen, maybe even end up in surgery. Ken's ice blue eyes stared at the Screen, where Dr. Clemente accessed her e-mail, suddenly an image popped up in the screen... Ken saw a whole bunch of white and black stripes arranged oddly, he didn't understand one bit.


Ken Anderson: Ohhh look... I am ugly on the inside, too!

Dr. Clemente chuckled.

Dr. Hope Clemente: Ken, this is the MRI we got you earlier this week... About 6 weeks ago you had a grade II tear on your thigh. Which meant the muscle fibers on the back of your leg were broken, with blood, liquid and inflammation contained in the muscle fascia...

Ken Anderson: Fascia or Heelia?

Ken looked at the Doctor, tongue in cheek. She smiled somewhat.

Dr. Hope Clemente: A month ago there was edema, hemorrhage and loss of continuity on your biceps femoris muscle... As you can see on this new MRI...

Ken Anderson: I can see?

Dr. Hope Clemente: You will have to trust me if you can't see...

The Doctor's slender finger slowly pointed at the screen.

Dr. Hope Clemente: This is your thigh, there was a minor disruption of the tissue here, with edema and extramuscular flu...

Ken's puzzled face was noticed by Dr. Clemente.

Dr. Hope Clemente: Swelling and muscle damage... Which is gone.

Ken smiled a little.

Dr. Hope Clemente: Before you even tell me you want a return match with thumbtacks, flaming tables, and ladders...

Ken Anderson: I was going to say glass tables but yeah...

Dr. Hope Clemente: You need to have a couple of rehab sessions... I also took the liberty of signing you up for pilates classes additional to your regular workout... Oh, and DDPYoga... You were into that right?

Ken Anderson: Yes.

Dr. Hope Clemente: That works as well... What I am trying to say is... Don't push it.

Ken Anderson: Won't.

Dr. Hope Clemente: Anything else I can help you with?

Ken Anderson: No, I think I am ready to go...

Dr. Hope Clemente: It wasn't so bad, was it?

Ken shrugged.

Ken Anderson: As long as no needles are involved...

Dr. Hope Clemente: Following medical advice, I meant.

Ken Anderson: No comment.

Ken smiled at her. Of course, working through matches with one bad leg didn't gave him a lot of stuff to work with in the first place... As it has been seen on EBWF Television, Ken was mostly recurring to dirty tactics and cheap shots, managing to cling on to his Intercontinental Title before The Miz used his super human powers to pin him for the belt. Truth be told, Ken Anderson has been calling shotgun instead of driving as of late... As a member of the Coalition he has mostly been behind his fellow Coalition members, looking up after them, helping them win their matches and just looking menacing. Injury cleared and rendered able to officially compete, Ken Anderson was set to return to action at Warfare's next main event against someone he has locked horns with in the past, AJ Styles.
It was AJ who first greeted him back along with the Trilogy before the rumble... A Cage match, and a chain match amongst vicious attacks by both men... Blood was spilled on the canvas the last time these two ended up in the same ring in opposite corners... Who knows what could happen on Monday night, with Styles wanting to get back on track after losing the strap and Anderson wanting to prove he is in his best shape ever. Ken wanted to prove why he was the strength and aggression in the Coalition, and if AJ Styles had to pay for it with his mental and Physical Integrity... Then so be it. On his way out from Dr. Clemente's office, Ken's phone went off... Swiping a finger along the tactile screen before putting the device close to his ear.

Paul Heyman: I hope my main eventer has some good news for me!

Ken Anderson: Hey Paulie! Of course I have got good news! Dr. Clemente said the injury is healed.

Paul Heyman: Excellent!

Ken Anderson: No more cane I guess?

Paul Heyman: What do you men no more cane?

Ken Anderson: Well... I don't think I need it anymore...

Paul Heyman: Ken, the fact you don't need it anymore doesn't mean you don't "need it"anymore... Know what I am saying?

Ken Anderson: Oh...

Paul Heyman: Of course Ken! You are the muscle, the brawn! And the Coalition is counting on you for some aggression! So just go out there and be a sick bastard, have fun! But on top of it all, tell your story and leave the people wanting more.

Ken Anderson: Hmmm... No wonder why you're Paul E. Dangerously!

Paul Heyman: Monday night will be such a big night for everyone in the Coalition!

Ken Anderson: And you're not going to tell me until we meet up on Monday? C'mon Paul, don't leave me hanging!

Paul Heyman: Of course not... We crash the party and celebrate our PPV victories, we hype your return to the ring and we hype up Bryan and see where he can go after beating Christian... We basically draw some cheap heat... Are you up for it?

Ken had just walked out of the building and into his car.

Ken Anderson: Of curse I'm down. See you on the weekend man.

Ken hopped into his car and drove off.



MONDAY SEPTEMBER 3, MONDAY NIGHT WARFARE

"Stupify" filled the arena's PA system as Paul Heyman came out to a massive boo from the people in attendance. Heyman adjusted his cap and walked down to the ring, closely followed by Ken Anderson, who was carrying his cane over his shoulder, chewing on his bubble gum and just loving the boos from the audience... He walked past a kid on an AJ Styles T-shirt and laughed at him in his face, before walking up the steel steps and into the ring. Paul Heyman got a Mic from a ringside worker, while Ken posed on the middle of the ring as his trademark microphone descended from the rafters.

Paul Heyman: Ladies and Gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to Warfare! I always loved 'Warfare' It's got a nice sound to it, doncha think Ken?

Ken Anderson: Absolutely...

Paul Heyman: It just rolls out of your tongue nicely... Unfortunately, Warfare hasn't quite lived up to its name as of late! I haven't seen much WARFARE around this place... Maria Kanellis? R-Truth? Evan Bourne? Ted DiBiase? Where's the Warfare in that? Where's the violence? Oh, Yeah! The violence is in Summerslam's Youtube Pre-show!

Ken Anderson: That match was pretty awesome... Not Miz awesome, but yeah.

Paul Heyman: So yeah... We went from Warfare to Saturday morning Slam and no one told me? Does the Chairman knows about this? Or is he too busy still celebrating his Birthday party? Somebody please tell him about the ratings dropping, about people despising the floppiness of the people he brought along recently! Somebody tell him he is missing all of the Coalition members' matches, which have been by far the most followed matches since we formed up a couple of weeks ago! I am sure he can't sleep well with his pockets empty, so someone please tell him that... On the mean time! After over a month of unfairness, injustice, handicap matches masked as triple threats and constant unfair booking... Tonight, Ken Anderson makes his ring return! Ladies and Gentlemen... I give you... MISTER KEN ANDERSON!

The crowd booed as Ken chewed on his gum with a pompous smirk on his face.

Ken Anderson: Hey Paulie... Is it weird that all that noise gets me going?

Ken smirked a little as he soaked up all of the boos from the audience.

Ken Anderson: Paul, something tell me these people don't like what I've been up to as of late... But then again back when they cheered for me I never got the shot I deserve... I can't please these people, my wife and myself... AT THE SAME FREAKIN' TIME!!! But this is not about you and this is not about my wife... From now on this is about ME!

Despite the growing amount of boos, Ken continued with his speech.

Ken Anderson: As the brawn of the Coalition... I have an image to keep up, isn't it Paul?

Paul Heyman: Of course!

Ken Anderson: Tonight, after a month of being abused, pushed around and forced to compete with a career threatening injury... I will return to the ring. I have a match against a man who I have met with in the past... A man who I have beaten before... The man who I beat for the Intercontinental championship a few months back. When people said I always failed to capitalize, when people said I choked on crucial moments... I stepped up and shut them the hell up! What is it?

Ken placed his hand close to his ear.

Ken Anderson: It has been a while since I last heard someone daring to tell me I fail at winning the big ones... As a matter of fact, the last man who mocked me and called me a clown didn't even end his last match!

Paul Heyman: I wouldn't want to be AJ if I were you...

Ken Anderson: Poor AJ! I mean... He was on top of the world! He won the rumble, headlined WrestleMania XI, he captured the World Title! Sounds like a Fairy Tale huh? He got a significant raise on his paycheck, he pretty much has slept with every Diva he has wanted to sleep with... Everything seemed swell for the phenomenal one! But then came Sacrifice... And AJ Styles found himself stalled...  Going back and forth with a 60 year old brought by DiBiase... From time to time I thought Nash wanted to put the title on himself more than giving it to Teddy boy... Was that just me or you saw that too? Anyway... At Sacrifice, Kevin Nash couldn't stop hogging the spotlight... Sure he couldn't put himself in the match for the EBWF World Championship, but as the special referee he helped AJ Styles lose his coveted belt... And it was a downward spiral from then on...

Ken pouted his lips alongside Paul Heyman, mocking AJ Styles.

Paul Heyman: Oh! Lemme guess! Lemme guess! He thinks tonight will be the night he reverses his current situation! Tonight is the night he puts his phenomenal career back on track? At your expense! KEN! Are you going to allow him to do that?

Ken Anderson: Does the pope S#it in the woods? You know, AJ Styles might be a firm believer of rebound sex... But there's no such thing as rebound anything in wrestling, SPECIALLY WHEN YOU GO ONE ON ONE WITH SOMEONE LIKE ME! But hey... Last time AJ Styles got his ass handed to him by myself he was the World Champion one month later! So if I were AJ Styles I would be looking forward to getting my ass kicked tonight!

Paul Heyman: Also, with CM Punk being a good boy... AJ Styles' time to be EBWF's "Top Dog" Might be just around the corner!

Heyman grinned as the crowd booed some more.

Ken Anderson: Shh... Do you hear that?

Paul Heyman: No... What?

Ken Anderson: That sound Paulie is the sound of INSIGNIFICANCE!

Paul Heyman: Ken, tonight you return to action! You might probably not be the Intercontinental Champion anymore, but I think every superstar in the back knows your name, and what they're in line for if they ever meet up with you in or out of this ring... It would be pretty dumb and reckless to just take you for granted! See what happened to Dolph Ziggler and Jack Swagger!

Ken Anderson: Oh yeah... I almost forgot. Heh, that was fun!

Paul Heyman: That was FUN? They fact they ran their mouths on how you were a cripple and a weakling, on how were their going to use numbers at their advantage to become Intercontinental champs?

Ken Anderson: No, not that... But the fact I made them look like complete idiots after beating them BOTH. We both know AJ Styles is NOT going to take me for granted... He knows what I am capable off... All the EBWF locker room knows what I do when something or someone steps between my and my goal! Tonight that obstacle is AJ Styles... Sure, he is fast, his moves are impressive and despite having lost the World Title he still is EBWF's poster boy... But as you already have witnessed, he is going to need more than a soccer kick to beat me!

Paul Heyman: I don't want you fooling around Ken... About your recent comment about Swagger and Ziggler... I don't want you to get your eyes off the ball! Ken, since you contacted me you've shrugged off that buffoon name you made for yourself with the fans and the locker room... Since you accepted to take my advice everything has gone better than ever... If you continue down this path Ken, what I told you when we met years ago will finally come true... You can rest assured your place up there in the elite, next to the biggest names you could think of is safe and sound! Pinning a former EBWF Champion is one thing... Busting him open is another thing... What are you willing to do to get what you crave?

Ken spoke without hesitation.

Ken Anderson: Anything.

Heyman smirked.

Paul Heyman: That's a start. What are you going to do then?

Ken Anderson: Destroy AJ Styles...By any means necessary. 

Paul Heyman: And don't you forget that! So... When the match is over! When the bell rings! After the 1...2...3! When the dust is settled! Who is the man who will stand tall above his opponent?

Ken Anderson: MISTEEEEEEEEEEER AAAAAAAAAAAAANDERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Both spoke at the same time.

Both: AAAAAANDERSON!!!!!

Heyman raised his associate's arm in the air as "Stupify" hit over the PA system and the crowd booed loudly as both men just smirked at the booing crowd while the scene faded to black.