Persona (My WWE Career)

NXT Episode 9

"Hello! Welcome to NXT! I'm Tensai!"

"Riley here. It's time to start of the New Year; What better way than to start the New Year with a NEW champion, Sami Zayn!"

"Do you know the proportion on how bug this is?! Adrian Neville was celebrated champion. And when Sami called All In, he took the whole pot!"

"But that was the last year! The future is now!" I switched off the TV. It's time to end my hiatus and secure myself in this company.

But first, I wanna congratulate Sami. Now that he's stuck in NXT for a while, I see no reason to antagonize him. When I was going to his locker room, I was stopped by Kane.

"Killcode."

"Sigh, what is it Kane?..."

"Hunter wants you to cut a promo. We need to remind the people of the most dominant force in all of WWE!" Finally! Some recognition! "The Assassin of the Authority! Steph also requested that you need to speak when you cut Tyler's promo."

"I understand." He patted me on the back. God, his hand is big.

"Good luck!"

*

"Everyone, Tyler Breeze." He blindly walks in, admiring himself with his iPhone. "Tyler, it's a New Year and you look poised tonight." He continues to observe himself. "What are your plans?"

He turned to Renee. "Simple." Breeze lost interest and looked at his reflection. "I'm gonna stay gorgeous. Then, I'm gonna be NXT Cham-AHHHH!!!" With slippery fingers and his pussification, he was so terrified that he dropped his phone.

I hacked his phone to show a face of Jeff the Killer. Oh boy, oh boy, is he ugly.

"My phone! It cracked!"

"Here! Have a mirror." When Tyler turned around, it was too late. I grabbed a hand-mirror and smashed it on his head. TKO! TKO!

Renee looked in shock. I grabbed the cameraman and threw him across the room. That man dropped the camera before it could lay eyes on me. I carried the said camera to zoom in on a knocked out Tyler.

"Mmm... Gorgeous? Sami..." I turned the camera around to my face. Black eyeliner, half skull mask, and white contacts constructed my face. There were cheers in the stage, though I was backstage. "I'm coming to take what mine." If the half skull wasn't blocking my mouth, I'd be deviously smiling. "It's for your own good." The camera slipped through my hands.

*

"We need help here! He's not physically responding!" I think I may have hit Tyler too hard. He wasn't reacting to the doctor's test. He was truely knocked out. William Regal, the NXT General Manager, took a moment to settle my consequences.

"Kill! You can't do that! This isn't a scripted moment! You really gave him a concussion."

I shrugged. "Just following orders." William jolted as he got in my face. If this was a cartoon, his ears would have been steaming.

"You think this is funny? You may be hand chosen from the authority, but you still work for me. You have a big mouth-"

"Actually, that was my first time speaking on air."

"Don't sass me! You have a big mouth, but you're not yet a wrestler. You're 0-2. You're a jobber, and I expect you to act like one against a no holds barred falls count anywhere Ryback!"

To be honest, I'm not sure how this is a punishment. It's an opportunity for revenge. If I beat Ryback, that would remove another person of my checklists of targets. If I lose, I lose in style, but I'll overcome and beat him later.