Rise of the Antihero

by ZoNe13

Philip Carver is jobless and is soon to be evicted from his apartment in Chicago, that is, until he receives an email from the WWE stating that he can come to the Performance Center to try out.

1. Chapter 1

The Rise of the Antihero

Philip Carver stared out of the window of his one-bedroom apartment building and wondered what he was going to do with his life. It was early in the morning in Chicago, Illinois, and he was restless. He had applied for job after job, first as a busboy for a local soup kitchen, then as a janitor for a school two blocks away from the apartment complex, and finally as a bartender for a bar and grill called The Iron Wall, but all of them turned him down because of his lack of achievements in school. Philip was a stout five foot ten inch guy with caramel skin, cropped black hair, brown eyes, and a look that said, "Don't bother me, I'm busy." He was twenty-four years old, and his parents had died the exact same time as when he turned twenty-four.

I guess the only thing that's left for me is to work as a security guard at a bank. Philip went to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and sat down at his table with the Sony Vaio laptop in front of him. He opened his E-mail account, scrolled through it, and just as he was about to turn off the computer, there was one unread message in his inbox. Curoius, he opened it and out came a message from the WWE. Philip watched Smackdown and Raw for most of his childhood, finishing his homework quickly so that he could watch his favorite wrestler, CM Punk, beat the crap out of the people that irked him. He still had the handwraps that he had gotten for his tenth birthday from his mom and dad, and he wore them every night, dreaming that one day, he could be able to finally meet his hometown hero. Philip must have sent his resume in to the WWE and not realized it, because as he read the message, he saw that they wanted him to come to the development center for them to choose who to send into the fray next. And the best part was that they wanted him today. He was so excited that he got up, got his sports bag and put his CM Punk handwraps, a self-designed white T-shirt that read, "No Soul" with a big black X where the middle of his chest was, a pair of black and grey camo pants, and a pair of black combat boots. He then went to his car, which was a 2007 Honda Civic, opened it up, turned it on, and pulled off towards his new future: the WWE.