Not only did I cause my team to lose, my return was nothing to brag about. She always stopped everything I went for. I should have waited for a PPV but I was very anxious to get out there. After Destiny left my rage that was caged up for so long unleashed. Well I'm getting ahead of myself.
I sat there and Andrew came in. "Hey Damien I'm glad your back... Destiny doesn't seem to think too highly of you. Can I give you some advice? Leave her alone." "Andrew think about you and Stephanie. Now imagine she kicked your ass two times." "Damien... this is different. I know you better than any of them. None of those guys really wanted you back, but when you have friends that are as huge as Mark and Glen you are going to get people wanting you back." I laughed. I could feel the anger and sadness building. I hoped I could save it for the ring but after Andrew left, Blackman and a camera guy walked in. That's when the rage and frustration was released. And this was nothing like you'd think. I first threw Blackman down onto the floor and then beat him with a chair. I then kicked him God knows how many times. Eventually security dragged him out. They could see how pissed I was. One of them tried to reason with me. "Man just calm down we don't want any trouble..." "Don't try to reason with a pissed off jackass with a broken heart. Now get out of my locker room ya dumbass!" They hurried out and I proceeded to destroy yet another locker room.
After there was nothing left to destroy, Vince walked in. "Woah... quite the temper. Save it for the ring big guy." He leaned against the wall staring at me. I was slumped down on the floor in a corner, my dark hair falling over my face. I stared a hole in him. I could tell he was getting uneasy. "Damien what happened out there wasn't supposed to... but she can't stand you. She came to me asking for a match against you... and Inferno match to be precise... but I declined. I don't want to embarres you any further." I stood up quickly. "That coming from a man who humiliated Trish on more than one occasion? Sure maybe she's been around the block a few times, but nobody deserves that. And I'm done with the matches. I always lose ahnd get in the way. I'd rather be an announcer..." Vince straightened up sharply. "That's it!! You're a genius!!" "Vince I didn't mean it..." "No no... you already have the fans hating you, so why don't you get the rest of the guys who actually give a flying fuck about you and we can bring back..." He paused and I saw a twinkle in his eyes. "The Corprate!" "Woah dude I said No More Matches!" "Well then I will have you MAKE the matches." "Commisioner?!" "Yes!" I felt my hopes rise again. "Awesome!!! But can Mark and Glen be in it? I mean it's not likely they would..." He laughed a little. "Yes they can... in fact, they had suggested it earlier."
It happened on SmackDown. First Test had a match with Edge. Then Undertaker ran out and they double teamed him. Then Glen came out. Followed by Vince, X-Pac, Justin, and myself. We had Edge lying in a puddle of blood. Vince grabbed the mic. "Well well well. Look at this band of excellent warriors who were pushed down. It's a shame really. But now, they all unite in the Corprate!" The promos went on and finally I was given the mic. "Ya know, there are a lot of guys in the back I'd like to rip apart limb by limb. But now I can have others do it for me. But all you people here in Rochester are probably too stupid to know what I'm talking about. I'll give you hints. Shawn Micheals. Mick Foley. William Regal. Hell, Al Snow! That's right, you are looking at the new WWF... commisioner." The crowd booed like hell. It felt great. "And my first order of business will be to make the matches tonight. I'll let Vince handle the ones that are unimportant, but I have the main event. It will be Steve Blackman, versus Big Show, versus Stone Cold, versus..." I paused. I had two people in mind. I decided a different match for the second one. "Destiny." The crown booed louder. "And for another match, Jeff Hardy will fight Matt Hardy in an Inferno match." I couldn't find a single person who still liked me in the crowd. I saw a man rip of a sign that said Damien in blood red on it. I couldn't help but laugh.
After I retreated to the back, I ran into Jay. "Damien I still had hope in you... now I hope you get whats coming to you." I saw the camera man. Excellent, we were showing. "Well Jay I have hope in you. So I will put you in a gaunlet match against Undertaker, Kane, and Test." He looked at me wide eyed. I sent him a look that meant I don't care any more. Why should one care about those who don't care about him?
I sat there and Andrew came in. "Hey Damien I'm glad your back... Destiny doesn't seem to think too highly of you. Can I give you some advice? Leave her alone." "Andrew think about you and Stephanie. Now imagine she kicked your ass two times." "Damien... this is different. I know you better than any of them. None of those guys really wanted you back, but when you have friends that are as huge as Mark and Glen you are going to get people wanting you back." I laughed. I could feel the anger and sadness building. I hoped I could save it for the ring but after Andrew left, Blackman and a camera guy walked in. That's when the rage and frustration was released. And this was nothing like you'd think. I first threw Blackman down onto the floor and then beat him with a chair. I then kicked him God knows how many times. Eventually security dragged him out. They could see how pissed I was. One of them tried to reason with me. "Man just calm down we don't want any trouble..." "Don't try to reason with a pissed off jackass with a broken heart. Now get out of my locker room ya dumbass!" They hurried out and I proceeded to destroy yet another locker room.
After there was nothing left to destroy, Vince walked in. "Woah... quite the temper. Save it for the ring big guy." He leaned against the wall staring at me. I was slumped down on the floor in a corner, my dark hair falling over my face. I stared a hole in him. I could tell he was getting uneasy. "Damien what happened out there wasn't supposed to... but she can't stand you. She came to me asking for a match against you... and Inferno match to be precise... but I declined. I don't want to embarres you any further." I stood up quickly. "That coming from a man who humiliated Trish on more than one occasion? Sure maybe she's been around the block a few times, but nobody deserves that. And I'm done with the matches. I always lose ahnd get in the way. I'd rather be an announcer..." Vince straightened up sharply. "That's it!! You're a genius!!" "Vince I didn't mean it..." "No no... you already have the fans hating you, so why don't you get the rest of the guys who actually give a flying fuck about you and we can bring back..." He paused and I saw a twinkle in his eyes. "The Corprate!" "Woah dude I said No More Matches!" "Well then I will have you MAKE the matches." "Commisioner?!" "Yes!" I felt my hopes rise again. "Awesome!!! But can Mark and Glen be in it? I mean it's not likely they would..." He laughed a little. "Yes they can... in fact, they had suggested it earlier."
It happened on SmackDown. First Test had a match with Edge. Then Undertaker ran out and they double teamed him. Then Glen came out. Followed by Vince, X-Pac, Justin, and myself. We had Edge lying in a puddle of blood. Vince grabbed the mic. "Well well well. Look at this band of excellent warriors who were pushed down. It's a shame really. But now, they all unite in the Corprate!" The promos went on and finally I was given the mic. "Ya know, there are a lot of guys in the back I'd like to rip apart limb by limb. But now I can have others do it for me. But all you people here in Rochester are probably too stupid to know what I'm talking about. I'll give you hints. Shawn Micheals. Mick Foley. William Regal. Hell, Al Snow! That's right, you are looking at the new WWF... commisioner." The crowd booed like hell. It felt great. "And my first order of business will be to make the matches tonight. I'll let Vince handle the ones that are unimportant, but I have the main event. It will be Steve Blackman, versus Big Show, versus Stone Cold, versus..." I paused. I had two people in mind. I decided a different match for the second one. "Destiny." The crown booed louder. "And for another match, Jeff Hardy will fight Matt Hardy in an Inferno match." I couldn't find a single person who still liked me in the crowd. I saw a man rip of a sign that said Damien in blood red on it. I couldn't help but laugh.
After I retreated to the back, I ran into Jay. "Damien I still had hope in you... now I hope you get whats coming to you." I saw the camera man. Excellent, we were showing. "Well Jay I have hope in you. So I will put you in a gaunlet match against Undertaker, Kane, and Test." He looked at me wide eyed. I sent him a look that meant I don't care any more. Why should one care about those who don't care about him?