Ken Anderson was seen walking down the road heading in particular no where.


Suddenly his cell phone rang. He didn't recognized the number on the caller display but he answered it anyway.

"Ken Kennedy here."


"Ken it's Mike Mizanin,"


Ken stops dead in his tracks.

"Really? Are you still going by the Miz?"


"I am,"


"That means you are still with the WWE, which means I want nothing to do with this call."


"But Ken it's not to do with the WWE, I need a favor."


"The last time I fucking checked I don't owe you any favors. Fuck off."

Ken hung up and carried on with his day.

---

Ken Kennedy was at a gym working out.


His cell phone rang again. His caller display showed another number that wasn't the Miz who had been trying to call him every few days since his first attempt.
He answered it.

"Yes?"


"Ken Kennedy?"


"That's me, who is this?"


"My name is Robert Roode."


"No fucking disrespect Robert, but I don't know who the fuck you are."


"I am an associate of Mike Mizanin,"


"Fuck off."

Once again Ken hangs up.

---

Ken Kennedy was drinking peacefully in a pub.



Paul Heyman walked up to Ken right in the middle of the pub.


"Hello Ken, it's nice to see you again, after all these years."


Ken spat out his beer.

"Let me guess Mike sent you?"


"I decided to come on my own accord."


"Of course you fucking well did. Don't you have a busy life style with Brock and CM Punk to worry about. Since when did you team up with the Miz?"


"It's not for the WWE, it's for somewhere else in particular that you might be interested in trying out for."


"I have no desire to get back into wrestling Paul, you wasted your time coming here."


"Oh I don't think so. You haven't heard me out yet. If you didn't want to hear me out, you would have been gone straight out that door by now. I know you too well Ken."

TO BE CONTINUED

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PRESENT DAY

"Ladies, and Gentlemen, Boys, and Girls, and especially to my client's first opponent on Wednesday Night Warfare, that of Big D, my name is PAUL HEYMAN and I am the advocate for the group AGK. Awesome Miz, Glorious Booby Roode, and K for Mr. Kennedy."

"Let me tell you a spoiler alert Mr Big D. You sucked as team captain at the War Games PPV just gone, you allowed yourself to be eliminated, and that's going to play right into my clients hands."

"You'll be wanting to make up for said loss, but alas that's where my client has nothing to lose, but to win. You are his for the taking. How had some big names on your team. Peter Gilmour, the Queen of the XWF Sarah Lacklan, and the boss of the XWF himself Mr Loverboy Vinnie Lane. Yet you still couldn't save yourself? Or have them save you for you? How pathetic is that? So when my client gets through with you, you are going to wish you weren't in the XWF any longer. Anyway that's my say. I'll let my client have the final words."


"I couldn't think of anyone better to have my first match here in the XWF with a guy called Big D. You're not big. You're average. You're also a fucking dirt bag that needs taken out and thrown in the trash and I am going to do that. Why? Because I am Miiiiiiiiissssssstteerrrrrrrrrrr Kennedy......... Kennedy, and you my sucky friend is a no good dirt bag. Remember me when I beat you come next Wednesday. Because I will be beating you and you will forever remember my name........ Miiiiiiiiissssssstteerrrrrrrrrrr Kennedy......... Kennedy,"

Mr. Kennedy spat chewing gum at the camera and walked off. Paul just rolls his eyes, and walked off after Mr. Kennedy.