What better way to get to the King



The fact that Luca Arzegotti is just as if not more of a disgusting human being then the evil tyrant Kind Madison himself. The acts he has performed in the past are some of the most disgusting bottom dwelling acts any one man has performed in his life. The Powers that be have sent me on a mission to remove the evil tyrant king from the throne, I am just happy I can go through his jester first.

You see Luca you believe that I am hilarious, i believe that’s was what you said when you were sat in the park with you little bottom feeding disgusting excuse for a human woman. Yes Luca I was there watching and hearing all that was said.
You may associate yourself with the King of the XWF and you may be the king of mind games but Luca Arzegotti, I do not play these mind games, mind games do not affect me in the same way they would anymore of the people who share this very planet with you. All you see from me is real, my power is real, and my patience is real and most importantly my missions are real. Don’t fear though Luca you will experience this soon enough.

Luca you asked me if I thought I was scary, i feel the question was aimed at the wrong direction. You may have had more success on getting an answer from let’s say, “The Senator’ John Samuels, my first mission in the XWF, he may have defeated me on this night but where is he now. He has vanished into thin air with fear of having to face me again. People may say that I failed, these people are wrong. The fact is my mission was to rid the XWF of the cocky, arrogant scumbag of a European Champion. Who is the European Champion now I ask? I know it is no longer The Senator. There are others that maybe you should have asked if I was scary, maybe the Crimson Cobra, the man who is running the very show we are facing off against each other, he has also fallen and the hands of me. Although I think the better place for you to aim the question of whether or not I am scary is a lot closer to home.

Luca I would encourage you to think back if you would. Think back to Saturday Night Shove it a couple of weeks back. Do you remember what happened? Well I do so let me share the details with you. If you can remember, the door to your King Madison’s room opened with the excitement of being greeted with some tasty treats, but you wasn’t just greeted with tasty treats were you Luca Arzegotti? No you were for the first time stood face to face with your Nightmare.

Now Luca you may act the tough act, and talk the tough talk but I know the truth. I know the truth because on that night I saw it in your eyes, you see Luca Arzegotti your eyes like every other life forms eyes will give away the most inner feelings and darkest thoughts, you just need to know what you are looking for. On this night I knew what I was looking for and I was successful in doing it, I saw fear.

I saw the fear first in Shane as he realized his beloved King maybe in trouble, then I saw the fear in yourself. The fear that pulsated out of your eyes could have lit up darkest of rooms or removed any light from the brightest of days, it was the intense fear you would only experience when one is truly, uncontrollably scared, when there is no chance of pushing and thoughts to the back of your mind to try and help you forget what you are in fact afraid of. This Luca is how I know I already have this match up won. As soon as you are face to face with me again that fear will return, rushing through your body and showing itself once again through you revealing eyes. Once that fear is there Luca it will not disappear, it will remain, and it will be not me but the fear that defeats you on Monday Night. It will also be the same fear in my opponent’s eyes that will ensure I am successful in the Elimination Chamber match and finally successful in my mission to remove King Madison from power. You see Luca your King was in that very room where I first noticed the fear within you and that monstrosity of a man Shane . Once his blind fold was removed he knew I was coming for him and his fear shone brighter than all fears that I have caused. So once I have removed you dear Luca from the side of the King I will successfully pass through the chamber and finally defeat the tyrant King and bring order back to the XWF.

Enough of the King for the time being I will show you the smallest amount of respect and focus on Monday’s task. It is difficult for me you have to understand though to show someone such as yourself any respect, I know a lot of your private life Luca. The Drugs, the Guns, the Murders. You are not worthy of any success you may stumble across in your time in the XWF, It saddens me to think that you have indeed had success but at the hands to who? It doesn’t matter. Your Nightmare will begin shortly Luca Arzegotti and you will suffer at my hands.







The Story of Ronnie O'Rourke
The Opening Scene



Four Cars are sat in an almost abandoned warehouse somewhere on the outskirts of London. They are packed in a row next to each other with the windows down. The driver of the Silver Mercedes goes by the name of Ronnie O’Rourke, in the passengers seat sits his son Craig and in the other cars sit three of his closest friends and business partners.

There are few other guys stood around in the warehouse smoking cigarettes and talking enthusiastically about some unknown subject. Inside the Mercedes Ronnie leans over to say something out of the window towards the next car along.



Ronnie: The shipment is five minutes out.



His friend in the other car nods and passes the message along to the other two cars. A few moments later the car doors open and the five passengers get out, walk into the middle of the warehouse and stand and wait.



Ronnie: Are you ready for a big payday?



The men all nod there head and continue to just wait for the shipment to arrive.



A few minutes later the big shutter doors open in the warehouse and a truck backs in. The guys that were stood around smoking cigarettes quickly approach the back and lifts open the door to the trailer. Ronnie and his friends move closer watching it being quickly unloaded.

There are boxes of very expensive electrical equipment being unloaded from the back of the trailer. Once the first load of boxes have been unloaded Ronnie seems to get more interested as a wooden crate is then dragged towards the end of the trailer. One of the guys pulls up on a forklift truck and lifts the crate of the trailer on places it down on the floor in front of Ronnie and his partners. They all circle the crate, as the rest of the generic electrical equipment is unloaded from the back of the trailer.

Ronnie’s son Craig with a crowbar in his hand forces the top off of the crate and slides it down the side to the floor. Ronnie and his partners peer into the crate that is full of woodchip. Ronnie reaches in and digs his hand into the woodchip rustling around for the contents. Eventually his hand reappears out of the wood chippings holding an AK 47. He holds the gun up and looks around at his partners.



Ronnie: We will now be richer than our wildest dreams.



Ronnie O’Rourke



Ronnie O’Rourke was born in Dublin, Ireland to a loving mother who spent every last second of her time looking after him and his younger brother when his father was out doing his business as a member of the Irish Republican Army (IRA). This was not the original IRA that had all blown over and a peace treaty was signed between the British and Irish governments on the 11th of July 1921 some thirty years earlier.

No Ronnie’s father was a member of the Provisional Irish Republic Army (PIRA) which had been formed out of the split of the IRA due to differences in opinion on how to retaliate to violence against the nationalist community.

During the time when Ronnie was a young boy of ten years old his father was out fighting for against civil rights with the nationalist community then later being apart of the 1969 Northern Irish Riots and more importantly the battle of bog side in 1972.

Unfortunately for Ronnie and his family his fathers association with the PIRA led to his death during Bloody Sunday in the battle of 1972.

These events could have almost destroyed Ronnie’s family but luckily they had family in England and with funding from the friends and family in Ireland they purchased 3 tickets to England and Ronnie never returned to Ireland again.

In his early years in England he was bitter towards the people and government due to the new coming about that it was the British army who had opened fire on that Sunday afternoon and it was them that had killed his father. With this in his mind he rebelled as he turned into a teenager mainly performing acts of Arson on post boxes of anything with the Royal signature. At sixteen years old he soon found himself in trouble, his mother struck a deal where the judge agreed to keep Ronnie out of prison as long as he signed up to the Army and served at least 5 years.

Four years later was the outbreak of the Falklands war. Ronnie’s regiment had been scheduled to fly out, which he did. He served one spell in the Falklands and he didn’t like it, every night when he was in that battle he couldn’t sleep at night as many other soldiers will find although they would never admit that the reason for the lack of sleep was that they were afraid, Ronnie was no different. Every night he would lie in his bunk and the fear would run though his body, fuelling his mind with thoughts of his father and how he was killed, his mother and his younger brother all alone. He just wanted to go home.

Eventually his regiment finally had there turn to return home and Ronnie went straight back home to his mothers. He had spent six months back home before he had gotten word that his regiment would be returning to the Falklands for one final tour. He didn’t want to go, he hadn’t fully recovered from his first tour and the fear quickly came back.

His regiment all met to go on tour but Ronnie wasn’t with them, Ronnie had gone A.W.O.L.

A few days after his regiment had returned to the Falklands for the second time there was a knock on Ronnie’s mothers door. It was the military police they wanted Ronnie who was asleep on the couch after had spent the afternoon down the local pub. His mother had no idea why the military police were there for Ronnie as he had never let anyone know that he was scheduled to go back to war, ashamed of his fear he had kept his moth shut and just continued on with his now normal civilian life.
Ronnie was sentenced to sixteen months in military jail but to him he would rather be there then anywhere else. Inside the befriended many other people in the similar situation to his own and after his stint in jail when he was eventually sent home he did keep in touch and eventually started business with one of his new friends.




The Son




Craig O’Rourke

Craig O’Rourke is Ronnie’s son,. Ronnie had met Craig’s mother when he was working the doors on a London disco tech in the late 80’s. Craig was born in 1993 and his father was besotted by him and always kept him close. When Craig turned eighteen he told his father that he wanted to join the army, an idea the Ronnie quickly shot down, there was no way he would let his son go to war and see the same things and worse that he had seen himself. Craig hadn’t done very well at school and was feeling down in the dumps, Ronnie noticed this and decided to take Ronnie under his wing in what is now slowly becoming a family business.



Old Prison Friends



Jim Danielson

Jim Danielson was from Liverpool and had like Ronnie gone A.W.O.L from the army during the Falklands war. Ronnie met Jim whilst they spent time in military prison, they had hit it off straight away as there backgrounds share some similarities. Jim had been brought up by his mother since a young age as his father was killed in a drunken bar fight and he had also been forced into the army due to some issues he had with the law himself. His main income at a late teen was generally car theft and the burglary of homes. It was one of these burglaries where Jim’s young life changed forever.

The owners of a house in a village out of town had apparently gone away for a weekend. A perfect opportunity for Jim to earn some big cash as these village folk were well known for having a lot of money and expensive possessions. The job was going well Jim had gained access to the property and was filling up his bag with everything he could find with any value. He had noticed a expensive looking carriage clock up on a high shelf well out of reach, this didn’t deter the young Jim though as he found a chair in the kitchen a used it to stand on to reach up for the carriage clock. It was still a stretch and as Jim was stretching for the clock his foot slipped off of the chair and he fell to the floor banging his head on the fireplace rendering himself unconscious.
Unfortunately for Jim the very next day the owners of the house returned and found the groggy, half conscious Jim leaving the house. The police were soon called and Jim was in handcuffs sat in the local police station. The owner of the house was a high ranked army officer and it was he that seeing as how young Jim was suggested that instead of spending time in prison and then just being released to offend again it would be more beneficial for him to join the army, get some discipline and that is exactly what Jim did. The rehabilitation did not work as Jim found himself in Military jail of acts of a violent nature against the captain of his regiment in the middle of the Falklands War and this is where he met Ronnie. After his release Jim and Ronnie went into business of they’re own, back to burgling house’s and shops and they made good money doing it.



To Be Continued...