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MrVyper · (06-03-2013)

UNDEFEATED

It had been an outstanding first few weeks for me. I remain undefeated (my 'loss' in the tag team match was due to the incompetence of others and the lack of skill my partner had. If you can call him that.) I have shown beyond all doubt I have the talent, the charisma and everything else necessary to become the greatest Champion this company has seen or will ever see. I have the plaudits coming from every angle, most notibly from the extremely intelligent Paul Heyman. This man has seen in me what he saw in all the other brilliant Champions he's brought through the ranks here, of course he's yet to see that they shall not even compare to me, their names trodden into the dirt, leaving the shiny slimy gleam of the Vyper slathered across XWF forever.

My tag team match in not even a priority, of course the victory will be nice for the match record I keep. However apart from that I cannot see where this can lead to. I have much more pushing issues to attend to, there is nothing that says 'CHAMPION' more than the Main Event at the Wild Card Weekend, The Elimination Chamber, one of the most physically daunting things any competitor could ever dare endure. Of course I was given a qualification match straight away against that monkey Peter Gilmour, he's one of the three reasons why I'm not a damn Champion already. He shall pay come Wednesday, and also that nusance Dean Moxley McGovern, or Moxley McDean Govern or whatever that little toerags name is. He shall get what is coming to him, come Shove It. I shall show the entire world what he really is, the dirty slimy little pervert. He shall see what I do to those who foolishly try and stop me on my path to glory. But don't worry Dean, you not my main concern at the moment either, infact none of the next three matches I am confirmed to compete in are important to me.

Don't get me wrong, the victories are assured. They are quite simply in the bag, all of the next four competitors I face will see the fuzzy lights every athlete hates seeing. The Senator shall be my prime enemy number one, he shall be the sole purpose of these matches, to take his Championship away from him, that is if he makes it out of Madness with it around his waist. The one thing I know is that the Championship belt will be firmly strapped around my waist imminently. Watch this space people.

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Sunday 2nd June 2013; 12.57PM.
Outside XWF Headquarters.

A black Aston Martin screeches up to and swings into a parking spot. The door opens and Benjamin Clyne steps out of the passenger seat of the Aston Martin. He shakes down his jacket and then dusts it down before stepping away from the vehicle stretching his legs. The Vyper follows him out. His tight three quarter length denim trousers dangle just above the outstretched tongues of his sneakers. A white 'High and Dry' t-shirt is sported underneath an open buttoned sky blue shirt. The tips of his hair touch the top of the shirt and the Vyper's eyes are covered with black Armani shades.

The pair exchange a glance before making their way towards the main building. As I walk through the car-park I see advertisements for the Wild Card Weekend main event and for tommorrow evenings US Championship match between current, longest reigning US Champion ever, The Senator vs. CM Punk. Not paying too much attention though I reach the front door, Benjamin swings the door open and holds it for me as I waltz through to the main reception where a good looking blonde woman sits behind a desk. Her name tag reads "Jane."

Jane:
"Hello sir, welcome to XWF Headquarters, how many I help you?"

Zayne Vyper:
"I'm here to see Paul Heyman.."

Jane:
"Alright let's just have a look, ahh he's not free for another five minutes so if you'd like to take a seat..."

Jane extended her arm towards some sofas but after looking to where her arm pointed, Zayne looks back up at the woman. His face a little redder than it had been before, Zayne poises his lips to speak before Benjamin forsees the danger and decides to talk on behalf of his client.

Benjamin Clyne:
"Excuse me Miss. We have driven over sixty miles to be here, we have put off training for the day just so my client, Zayne Vyper could speak with Paul Heyman, now 'Jane' if you'd like to go get him, we could all get on with our normal lives.."

The vicious nature in Benjamin's tone slighly scared the women despite his age. The Vypers eyes begin to shine red. The anger he feels inside him is sparking yet another turn. Jane points the Vyper and his agent towards Paul Heyman's office.

Benjamin Clyne knocks on the door before an unpatient Zayne Vyper storms through the front door. Walking in on Heyman on the phone, we catch him just putting it down.

Paul Heyman:
"Ah, Zayne Vyper. Just the man I wanted to see.."

Zayne Vyper:
"Cut the crap Paul and cut straight to the chase. I'm a busy man."

Paul Heyman
"Right.. well as you were walking in you saw the Wild Card Weekend Main Event right? An elimination chamber.. well I'm sure you'd like to be participating, so I thought I'd give you a little initiative if you will."

Paul leans back in his comfortable leather spinning chair, resting his feet on his desk and putting his hands behind his head.

Zayne Vyper:
"Go on.."

Paul Heyman:
"Well tonight, you have a tag match against Brian Braxton and his partner. You prove to me that you are good enough for this Main Event and I shall give you a Wild Card match, even though you are already booked to face Peter Gilmour for a spot. Don't get me wrong Zayne, I'm not a stupid man. I know that if you win the wildcard match against Peter you won't need me. But what happens if you lose it? Your going to be back to square one and I am the only person who can help you. I was watching when Crimson Cobra and KnightMask took YOUR tag team championship shot away from you.."

Zayne Vyper:
"They did nothing of the sort! Bryce took that from me, not them. Where are you going with this anyway Paul? I'm a busy man."

Paul Heyman
"All I'm saying Zayne is I like you. There is something about you that sells tickets, that sells t-shirts, that sells merchandise. You have the potential to be the biggest and greatest next big thing this company has ever seen and I could help you get there."

Paul grins and the grin is met by a similar one from both Zayne and Benjamin who look at each other shrugging their shoulders indicating for Paul to continue.

Paul Heyman:
"You stick with me Zayne, I'll make you the greatest superstar this industry has ever seen.. You must not tell anyone else of this however, otherwise you know everyone will be crying favouritism. But go and do the job against Braxton tonight and we'll speak again tommorow.. that good?"

Zayne Vyper:
"That's cool with me.." The Vypers piercing red eyes lit up the room and the three men sat in the room shake each others hands. The Vypers meniacal grin returns and his unforgettable laugh fills Paul Heyman's office, PaulHeyman shows me to the exit, I grin and shake hands with him.

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