And Justice For All

by Doctrine

The year is 2012. The WWE has degenerated into a bloodsport. Murder takes place in the ring on a regular basis. The crowds are rowdy, and violent. No shows are televised. The catalyst for the change? The Fall of the Saviour, in the year 2010.

7. A Brief Interlude: I

And Justice For All

Interlude I

1st February 2012 - Wednesday - 7:35pm.

You have heard by now.

Piercing cerulean orbs narrowed.

"Yes, I have."

The news has spread.

"Most definitely."

You have heard, and you will act.

"I will."

Fingers curled inwards, closing to form fists.

The time has come.

The time has come for you to come out of seclusion.

The time for justice has come.

"Justice?" A shake of the head. Then, a whisper, "Justice? Is that what this is?"

Would you call it otherwise?

Silence.

Intense eyes flickered to the side, tossing brief glances at the manila-coloured envelope resting on a nearby desk.

McMahon has grown old. Weak. Careless. Decadent. The time has come.

A hand reached into the envelope, fishing out various pictures of Vincent Kennedy McMahon engaged in questionable acts with a pretty, young redhead.

These pictures will be your weapons, your instruments of justice. They will be the catalyst for McMahon's downfall, and for your ascension.

"Understood."

You will become a legend. Your time has come.

"I know."

Then assemble your troops. The time to strike draws close. The time for justice is fast approaching.

"No." A breathy whisper. "Not justice."

"Revenge."