Disclaimer: WWE owns all of the wrestler's in this story, with the
exception of Keter(Kayter) Jikken, which I own myself because I made him
up.
Story: A new wrestler enters WWE(on the Raw roster)with an immediate, big success. See how he goes the rough edges of his career, but fights to make a name for himself in his lifetime dream occupation.
A/n: I don't quite know where this story will end. Perhaps down the line you other authors can give me some sort of idea?
Author: Shadow
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Prologue/Introduction In Keter Jikken's words.
"I've watched wrestling ever since I was a boy in my parent's arms. Just beginning to walk, I'd sit infront of the TV and watch superstar legends like Jimmy Snuka, King Kong Bundy, and Andre The Giant. As I got older, I became a fan of superstars like Hulk Hogan, the Ultimate Warrior, Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker.
I developed the dream to be a superstar in the ring of the World Wrestling Federation. I trained day in and day out to get my body in shape..and I'll admit I participated in Backyard Wrestling as a late teenager. When I graduated highschool, I enrolled in college and joined the wrestling team. It wasn't like the people on tv did it, but it was still a rough sport, and I liked it. I wrestled in college for five long years. After graduation I went straight looking for amateur federations to flaunt my talent I had worked so hard to learn. After weeks of searching, I found one that even paid well. I was accepted and wrestled as the "Canadian Pirate." Yes, I know it's a cheesy name, but well A)It WAS amateur wrestling, B)I'm a native to Canada and C)If I wasn't watching wrestling as a child I was always into pirate movies. My cheap gimmick included a rugged shirt, red spandex pants, false crooked teeth to give me that piraty feature, and an eyepatch. I wrestled in that stupid gimmick for about two years, when the day of glory came.
I was in the locker room area, getting dressed after a jaw dropping one on one match with my gimmick's main rival at the time in which I made a big win, since I came to work with a bad cold that night, when a man knocked on the door, getting my attention. I looked up and my heart almost jumped up and out of my mouth when I noticed the WWE shirt under his denim jacket.
He looked at me and said...
"Is your name Keter Jikken?"
I said, "Yes, sir." In hopes that he was what I thought he was and tried to put a good image on myself.
"Hello," He said as he walked forward, extending a hand. "My name's Tom Prichard, I'm a talent scout for World Wrestling Entertainment."
My jaw dropped like the fans' did when I kicked out of the "Demolisher's" finisher, and I shook his hand.
I then said, "WWE? You're kiddin'.."
"Nope." He said with a smile, seeing how shocked I was. "Vince McMahon's looking for fresh talent and I checked out a few tapes from the owner of this company..and I saw your stuff out there tonight. You got talent, man."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Wait..are you...here to talk about hiring me?"
Tom nodded and said to me, "Damn straight. What do ya say?"
I laughed and told him, "You got it man!"
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"About a week or so dragged on slowly, due to the fact I was waiting for a call by him and was anxious as hell. Finally, about 9:48PM on Saturday, my phone rang. I grabbed it up and pressed it to my ear..
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Keter?" A voice sounded, but it didn't sound like Tom's.
"Yeah, Tom?" I asked, curious.
The voice laughed good heartedly, "Nah-uh, this's Stone Cold, Steve Austin."
I jumped out of my chair, thank God for cordless phones, and spit out my water in mid swig.
"Stone Cold, Steve Austin?!" I felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my throat again. "You're shittin' me!"
Now I thought my little obscenity would blow it for me but Austin just laughed again and I could tell he was impressed already, but by what?. He continued speaking.
"Nah-uh, son. Tom Prichard told me 'bout ya, and showed me a few tapes. I'm looking for talent for Raw. I can send ya a plane ticket to Conneticut and we can talk face to face about gettin' you in, how's that sound?"
The size of the smile on my face made me worry about looking like an idiot, even though Austin couldn't see me. I was in Canada, he was in Conneticut.
"Oh hell yeah!" I said cheerfully and got another laugh out of the famous Texas Rattlesnake.
"Hell yeah, that's the kinda attitude I like to hear. I'll see ya soon Keter," and in a casual tone he told me "and that's the bottom line, cuz Stone Cold said so." and he hung up.
I couldn't believe it, Stone Cold, Steve Austin, the co-General Manager of WWE Raw, wanted me on his show! Well, his and Eric Bischoff's show. A couple days later I recieved a plane ticket to Conneticut. I packed my clothes and caught the plane on Monday afternoon. I got a hotel in Conneticut and on Tuesday morning I caught a cab to WWE Headqaurters. I was simply delighted when the lady at the desk said, "Oh, Mr. Jikken, Mr. Austin's expecting you." Mr. Jikken? No one had ever called me that before in my life. I found Stone Cold's office and swallowed the lump in my throat, before knocking. He opened up and welcomed me in, where he sat me down infront of his desk and the conversation began. My career as a professional wreslter in World Wrestling Entertainment was about to begin, but in the way it did...I couldn't believe..."
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This is a prologue/intro to sorta let people know what the character is like. I'll most likely write the rest of the chapter's like most stories are written and not from Keter's point of view. Please R/R your thoughts on this, and let me know if this strikes enough interest in you for me to continue.
Story: A new wrestler enters WWE(on the Raw roster)with an immediate, big success. See how he goes the rough edges of his career, but fights to make a name for himself in his lifetime dream occupation.
A/n: I don't quite know where this story will end. Perhaps down the line you other authors can give me some sort of idea?
Author: Shadow
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Prologue/Introduction In Keter Jikken's words.
"I've watched wrestling ever since I was a boy in my parent's arms. Just beginning to walk, I'd sit infront of the TV and watch superstar legends like Jimmy Snuka, King Kong Bundy, and Andre The Giant. As I got older, I became a fan of superstars like Hulk Hogan, the Ultimate Warrior, Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker.
I developed the dream to be a superstar in the ring of the World Wrestling Federation. I trained day in and day out to get my body in shape..and I'll admit I participated in Backyard Wrestling as a late teenager. When I graduated highschool, I enrolled in college and joined the wrestling team. It wasn't like the people on tv did it, but it was still a rough sport, and I liked it. I wrestled in college for five long years. After graduation I went straight looking for amateur federations to flaunt my talent I had worked so hard to learn. After weeks of searching, I found one that even paid well. I was accepted and wrestled as the "Canadian Pirate." Yes, I know it's a cheesy name, but well A)It WAS amateur wrestling, B)I'm a native to Canada and C)If I wasn't watching wrestling as a child I was always into pirate movies. My cheap gimmick included a rugged shirt, red spandex pants, false crooked teeth to give me that piraty feature, and an eyepatch. I wrestled in that stupid gimmick for about two years, when the day of glory came.
I was in the locker room area, getting dressed after a jaw dropping one on one match with my gimmick's main rival at the time in which I made a big win, since I came to work with a bad cold that night, when a man knocked on the door, getting my attention. I looked up and my heart almost jumped up and out of my mouth when I noticed the WWE shirt under his denim jacket.
He looked at me and said...
"Is your name Keter Jikken?"
I said, "Yes, sir." In hopes that he was what I thought he was and tried to put a good image on myself.
"Hello," He said as he walked forward, extending a hand. "My name's Tom Prichard, I'm a talent scout for World Wrestling Entertainment."
My jaw dropped like the fans' did when I kicked out of the "Demolisher's" finisher, and I shook his hand.
I then said, "WWE? You're kiddin'.."
"Nope." He said with a smile, seeing how shocked I was. "Vince McMahon's looking for fresh talent and I checked out a few tapes from the owner of this company..and I saw your stuff out there tonight. You got talent, man."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Wait..are you...here to talk about hiring me?"
Tom nodded and said to me, "Damn straight. What do ya say?"
I laughed and told him, "You got it man!"
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"About a week or so dragged on slowly, due to the fact I was waiting for a call by him and was anxious as hell. Finally, about 9:48PM on Saturday, my phone rang. I grabbed it up and pressed it to my ear..
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello, Keter?" A voice sounded, but it didn't sound like Tom's.
"Yeah, Tom?" I asked, curious.
The voice laughed good heartedly, "Nah-uh, this's Stone Cold, Steve Austin."
I jumped out of my chair, thank God for cordless phones, and spit out my water in mid swig.
"Stone Cold, Steve Austin?!" I felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my throat again. "You're shittin' me!"
Now I thought my little obscenity would blow it for me but Austin just laughed again and I could tell he was impressed already, but by what?. He continued speaking.
"Nah-uh, son. Tom Prichard told me 'bout ya, and showed me a few tapes. I'm looking for talent for Raw. I can send ya a plane ticket to Conneticut and we can talk face to face about gettin' you in, how's that sound?"
The size of the smile on my face made me worry about looking like an idiot, even though Austin couldn't see me. I was in Canada, he was in Conneticut.
"Oh hell yeah!" I said cheerfully and got another laugh out of the famous Texas Rattlesnake.
"Hell yeah, that's the kinda attitude I like to hear. I'll see ya soon Keter," and in a casual tone he told me "and that's the bottom line, cuz Stone Cold said so." and he hung up.
I couldn't believe it, Stone Cold, Steve Austin, the co-General Manager of WWE Raw, wanted me on his show! Well, his and Eric Bischoff's show. A couple days later I recieved a plane ticket to Conneticut. I packed my clothes and caught the plane on Monday afternoon. I got a hotel in Conneticut and on Tuesday morning I caught a cab to WWE Headqaurters. I was simply delighted when the lady at the desk said, "Oh, Mr. Jikken, Mr. Austin's expecting you." Mr. Jikken? No one had ever called me that before in my life. I found Stone Cold's office and swallowed the lump in my throat, before knocking. He opened up and welcomed me in, where he sat me down infront of his desk and the conversation began. My career as a professional wreslter in World Wrestling Entertainment was about to begin, but in the way it did...I couldn't believe..."
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This is a prologue/intro to sorta let people know what the character is like. I'll most likely write the rest of the chapter's like most stories are written and not from Keter's point of view. Please R/R your thoughts on this, and let me know if this strikes enough interest in you for me to continue.