It was a late on a Wednesday night, and it just seemed like something was amiss. I was sitting on my couch, enjoying an ice cold Pepsi...(what were you thinking?). As I sitting there, I was considering going to bed. It had been a long day and felt exhausted from working at the plant. I grabbed the remote to my television and hit the power button. I stood up and double-checked everything before heading upstairs, passing my display case in the process. Inside resided a few items from my previous job. Not much was in there, just a handful of items. On the bottom shelf was a heavily damaged sledgehammer, stained in dried blood. On the middle shelf sat what looked like a headset and microphone. That was from one of my good friends who i worked very closely with during my time there. On the top shelf sat three of my most prized possessions. They were over-sized golden belts, but were very recognizable. One read Intercontinental Champion along the top of the belt. The second one was a little more obvious based on the design on the main plate on the belt. The second one read Tag Team Champion. The third and final one sat in-between the other two belts on the shelf. The final belt had a custom plate on the bottom of the main plate that read 'Shocker'. The main plate had the phrase World Heavyweight Champion. After looking for a moment, i shut off the light and proceeded towards the staircase. Before I could ascend the staircase, my cell phone began ringing. I stopped and pulled it from my pocket.

Hello?

Oh, hey how's it going Paul?

Not really, what did you have in mind?

This Friday? Yeah I can meet with you then?

OK, sounds good. Alright, bye.

As I hung up the phone, I proceeded up the staircase. While ascending the stairs, I had a menacing look on my face...