Someone in Control

Disclaimer: I guess I own this new version of the WWE in my head, but I'm not saying I own anything legally because I don't wanna be sued and go to jail. I'm broke right now as it is. I don't own any of the superstars in this story. I do, however, own my copy of the new Trapt album, but I don't own them.

Author's Note: Okay, your votes are in and tallied. I have your winner and I have your new story. Just on a side note, this story is gonna be REALLY confusing so I suggest you forget almost everything you know about how the WWE works because its not the same. I'm using the new Trapt album 'Someone in Control' to outline this story. This first chapter, I suggest you pay attention because it's more of a prologue than a first chapter and it explains the new system. If you're really confused now, just read and try to stick with me.

Chapter 1: The League of Champions

I still desire revenge, even after it's been one whole year since I've been betrayed and evicted from the League. I still stare at the gold that blinded me then and it still blinds me now. I desire power. I stay quiet now. I observe and understand how the system works. Like all things in life, there's a pattern. It's a game. It's the Game's game and we are the players.

Two years ago, a revolution occurred, the superstars against the Vince and everyone else that sucked up to his ass. Vince may have had the official powers, but he fell eventually. They all did. On the night that Vince fell, the WWE went into the epoch of the Champions. A new system was built to replace the General Manager, Chairman, CEO, and other boring lead positions. The new system was portrayed to be flawless. It was flawless to even the atypical eye, but nothing is flawless. If you don't believe it then you fall victim into a system where you can never escape. I fell victim and I'm dying to get out.

The League works in a unique way. Having twice been in the league, as a Tag Team Champion and as the World Heavyweight Champion, I know how it works. Matches are decided from amalgamated decisions. Title shots were given to whom the other Champions felt deserved it. For example, when I was the World Champion, I wasn't allowed to pick my opponent, my fellow Champions picked based on who they felt had made the biggest impact. I would not be able to have a word in the final decision, I would just have to wait and kick ass and vice versa, so if the United States Champion was going to defend the title, I, along with the other champions would have a say in his opponent and type of match. Matches were real, they were always real, after Vince was gone, everything became real.

The League always had a backup plan. See, if they wanted you out because they felt you were getting too strong, if you became a threat, or if they felt that they couldn't keep you under their finger and in check, they would discharge you. They would discharge you in the most random, brutal way. It happened to me, I still carry my scars, but I carry them with pride knowing that they feared me. It was the worst gut sensation before they kicked your ass and left you a bloody mess. The gut feeling was worse than the beating. When I had retained the title for the seventh consecutive time, they came out. I thought they were going to congratulate me. I wonder what I was smoking that night… They surrounded the ring. Watching them get up on the apron and slowly stalk you made you crawl on your hands and knees in circles looking for an escape. All the champions would attack. If they didn't then they would also be ejected for a sign of disloyalty to the system. They obeyed the system.

But being discharged isn't that bad. Well maybe it is, but there's something worse. As a champion and league member, you're not allowed to have relations outside the League that led to commitment that had an affect on strict business. It was treacherous, perfidious, double-crossing, disloyal, and just wrong. It was taboo. If there were no strings attached or if the relations were inside the league, it was perfectly fine, but committed relations outside the League with another superstar was enough to get you a beating that was a breath away from death.

Relationships outside the league that were serious committed relationships led to defrauding, in a way. There would be a desire to welcome their date into the League by betraying and cheating someone else out. This rarely occurred with most Champions. The relationship factor was the latest law of the system since the women's division and Women's Champions would do it occasionally. No one ever got away with it and it seems as if no one will ever get away with it.

It seems so complicated, but once you get into it, you breathe the system in and out as it takes over your mind. You become a part of the cycle that becomes your life. The system makes you or breaks you. Rules were simple. All Champions made unified decisions, all Champions had an equal say, although it was rare for the weaker level Champs' voice to be heard over the higher Champions. It sounds weird because I just said they're all equal, but since when has it ever been like that? You tell me. This was a mental hierarchy of levels of respect within the League that was as followed: World Heavyweight Champion, WWE Champion, Women's Champion, Intercontinental Champion, United States Champion, Cruiserweight Champion, and lastly the World Tag Team Champions. The WWE Tag Team titles were banished in a battle of Tag Teams back last year.

Champions changed every now and then, some always found a way back into the League, others, however, like me, were never given another shot because of the fear that there would be a revolt against the system. I don't blame them; I'm too hot for their bullshit League anyway. But then why is it that I want to belong in it so bad?

The current rule over the WWE belongs to the fury of the Beast, Batista. The backstabbing two-faced punk rapper kid, or if I'm not being bias, the Doctor of Thugonomics with a mean right hand, John Cena reigns as the WWE Champion. The psycho bitch with a split personality, Victoria rules the Women's Division. The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla, Chris Jericho has once again grabbed the Intercontinental Championship. The guy who I still don't understand why has the United States title, what gives him the right to represent U.S.A., perhaps scaring little kids? The Big Red Machine, Kane is one big scary United States champ. Rey Mysterio is probably the only sane person on that League, but he's still just as big as my brother… and last but not least, the Tag Champs that were recently reunited, Edge and Christian.

I hate John Cena; I just thought you should know that… One of my many philosophies is "Blame it on Cena…"

Sometimes I wish that I could take back some of the things I've done in my past, but I never truly want to. It's my past that makes me who I am. It's my past that holds me together. I don't need to change anything that I've done. I'm happy with who I became, with who I was, with who I will become. I may not like some of the things that led me to who I am now, but I'm happy I became who I am, and if it's the things I did wrong, the people I wronged, or the people I continue to wrong that creates me and makes me happy, I'm fine with that. I realize now that I don't need changing. I will never need to change because I am who I am and I love who I am. That's good enough for me. I will one day return to the League or overcome it. I will take back what is mine one day. I won't look back at my life crying over mistakes I made. I will never regret anything I've done. Ever. For now, I am a victim. I am a rebel. But I am still, and always will be, the Legend Killer.

End of Chapter

Alright, so that's my new story. I know it's totally confusing, so if you don't get ANYTHING ask me what you got confused about in your review and I'll try to clear it up for you. Get it? Got it? Good. So leave a review and tell me what you think. Is it a keeper? PS. Thanks Rae, Jhanelle, and Rachel for like checking it over fifty billion times. I love you guys.