Batman: King Nothing
It's a dark and stormy night in Stanford, Connecticut. Vince McMahon is doing paperwork in his office at Titan Tower when he hears the sound of two people fighting outside in the hallway. All of a sudden, the door bursts open as a battered and bruised Brock Lesner gets thrown into the room. Vince jumps out of seat. He stares at the now unconscious Lesner and then looks up at the doorway. Vince gasps in shock. Standing at the doorway is the Dark Knight himself: Batman.
Vince: Batman?! What the Hell are you doing here?!"
The Dark Knight calmly walks into the room, his white eyes glaring at McMahon.
Batman: Hello, Vince. I came here to talk.
Vince backs into his desk.
Vince: Talk about what?
Batman then gets right in Vince's face.
Batman: About how much of a senile, demented old man you are.
Vince: What?
Batman: Your creative sucks. You keep on producing terrible shows and you don't seem to care. No wonder your loosing ratings every week. People don't like having their intelligence insulted.
Vince: Hey, nothing is wrong with my creative genius. I make such good shit!
Batman's white eyes narrow.
Batman: No, you don't, Vince. Not anymore. You keep producing the same overproduced garbage. The talent is miserable because they don't get a say, except for the Brock Lesners and the Charlotte Flairs who you keep giving championship reigns to. The fans are sick of you constantly shoving them down their throats. You refuse to admit when your wrong because that would hurt your ego.
Vince: Hey, nothings wrong with my ego!
Batman grabs McMahon by his shirt collar and yanks him closer to him.
Batman: You're so much a control freak that you hate it when you sneeze or when someone sneezes around you.
Vince suddenly sneezes.
Vince: God damn it!
Batman: Don't you see what the damage you've done? Don't you see that you're killing your own company? Do what needs to be done, Vince. Retire. Let your son-in-law take over. It's what's best for business.
Vince laughs.
Vince: Me retire? Ha! No chance in Hell!
Batman smirks.
Batman: We'll see about that.
A Few Moments Later…
Vince screams in terror as Batman dangles him by his leg off the roof of Titan Tower.
Batman: I'm going to ask you again, Vince. Are you going to retire?
Vince: Yes! I swear to God.
Batman: Swear to me!
Vince: I swear to you!
Batman smirks as he pulls Vince back on the roof. Suddenly, an angry Brock Lesner shows up on the roof.
Lesner: Batman! You think you that you can walk in here and make a fool out of me?! Let me show you what happens when you mess with The Beast.
Batman turns and glares at Lesner.
Batman: OK, Lesner. Show me.
Brock Lesner charges at the Dark Knight, but Batman delivers a spinning back kick to Lesner's gut. Lesner falls on his knees in pain.
Batman: Let me make you understand something, Lesner…
Batman then rams his knee into Brock's face, breaking his nose.
Batman: This isn't an ordinary rooftop.
The Dark Knight then grabs a now dazed Lesner by the shirt and pulls him to his feet.
Batman: It's an operating table.
The Dark Knight then clenches his right fist.
Batman: And I'm the surgeon.
Batman then lands a devastating uppercut, knocking Lesner out cold. The Dark Knight then turns his attention back to Vince.
Batman: I hope that you will keep your word, Vince.
The Dark Knight then glares at Vince McMahon one more time.
Batman: Don't disappoint me.
Using the cover produced by his smoke pellets, Batman then vanishes into the night.
The End