Chapter I: Return to the Big Leagues

Late 2020 - San Bernardino, California

Nearly 4,000 people could be seen sitting inside the Orange Pavilion watching the main event of the Pro-Wrestling Legacy. The Legacy Heritage Champion and the Legacy World Heavyweight Champion contested in the main event with both of their coveted titles on the line. The World Heavyweight Champion, Adrian Moreno was down on a knee.

Leaning up against the corner was a 6'2, 219-pound African-American male with an oval-shaped face with a defined jawline, and a low-cut black taper fade with waves up top. He had a black goatee with a well-groomed and well-kept mustache. He had black eyebrows and dark brown eyes. He had clear-caramel brown skin free of any scars. He had a well-defined body that caught plenty of attention from members of the opposite sex.

"Let's Get It!" He shouted as he stood in the ring clad in a simple pair of black joggers with a pair of "Sacramento" Jordan 10s on his feet with a pair of black and purple rubber wristbands on his left wrist, one that said "Kreed-Johnson" and the other one said "Lucky". On his right wrist, he wore white wrist tape with his mantra is " I Can, I Will, I Must".

He ran towards Adrian and stepped up using the outstretched knee for leverage as he kicked Adrian in the side of the head, hitting him with the patented Drip Kick (Drive-By Kick). Hook of the leg.

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Ding-Ding-Ding!

"Kryptonite (Instrumental)" by Big Boiii Hits

"Here is your winner the Heritage and NEW World Heavyweight Champion: Kamari Johnson!" announced the ring announcer as Kamari slowly rose to his feet. He was handed both of the titles making him smile as they both were placed in his grasp. He clutched them both to his chest as he dropped down to his knees while the fans in the crowd were cheering for him.

Kamari placed the title on his shoulders and pointed a finger up at the sky. He stood up to his feet once more and walked towards the corner and stood with his feet placed on the middle ropes and raised both of the titles into the air getting some cheers.

Kamari walked out of the arena with a frown on his face. Most men would be happy if they had just won a World title but for Kamari Johnson, this title didn't mean a damn thing. Especially not since had been to the proverbial promised land of the wrestling industry. That being the WWE. He hadn't been back to the promised land since the beginning of last year and was honestly itching to return. They say you never know what you got until you lose it and for Kamari Johnson, that couldn't be any more true.

He was the son of former 2-time WCW Champion, Kelvin Kreed. And albeit, illegitimate, he was the only son that Kelvin had that went into the wrestling industry so Kamari had to show up and show out in order to preserve his legacy while making his own legacy at the same time. So winning a world title on the independent scene in a company that probably won't make it to see 10 years

He was walking towards the back of the parking lot where his father's black 1968 Camaro RS 327. The car was one of the few things that Kelvin Kreed left his bastard son besides raw athleticism and a relentless desire to cement his own legacy under the Kreed banner.

From a distance, he could see someone leaning up against his father's car making the frown on his face intensify as he got closer.

"Aye, my man can I help you?" Kamari said as he got closer.

"Yeah, I think you can," said a voice that made Kamari take a deep breath. Once he got closer, he recognized the individual that this voice came from. It was Paul Levesque AKA Triple H, the 14-time World Champion, the WWE's Executive Vice President of Global Talent Strategy & Development. He was one of the guys that ultimately pushed for the old man to release him from his contract.

"Man, I ain't got nothing to say to you."

"You don't need to say anything, I just need a yes or no to what I'm about to ask you."

"Man, why would I trust anything you say? You're the reason I got fired from the WWE in the first place. I know how you were pushing for the old man to get rid of me. You couldn't wait till I left the WWE. You probably were the main one in his ear trying to get him to bury me every chance you could."

"I was trying to teach you something. Something that you couldn't have learned till you hit rock bottom. And now I think it's time you come home."

"Home?"

"It ain't home."

"Trust me it's home. You may not know it yet but it is, you were born for this. If your old man were here, he would tell you that."

"Well, he ain't aight."

"Yes, he is. Part of him is inside you. The Kreed name belongs to you as much as it belonged to him. And it's time you take it back. Be the man we know you can be. Make him proud."

Kamari took a deep breath as he looked around. Thoughts were circulating through his head. This was what he wanted in the first place. An opportunity to come back to the WWE and finish the story he started. Finish the story his father started. He needed to make sure he lived up to the name that he cemented his own name under the Kreed dynasty.

"Aight, let's say I wanted to come back, what hoops do I have to jump through to get back to where I was?"

"You would have to go where I wanted you to go at first anyways."

Kamari took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face as his eyes roamed around looking for some

"NXT," Kamari said as Paul nodded. Kamari once again took a deep breath and cursed under his breath.

"Think of it as a formality. You have to rebuild that foundation. You need to remind people just who the hell Kamari Kreed is."

"Alright, I'm down."

"Okay, I can get you on a 6-figure contract. It's gonna be slightly less than what you made last time around with less time on the contract. My goal is to completely revamp your image and show everyone that you have what it takes to be a franchise player. If we succeed, then next time around you can negotiate with the old man to give you 7 figures. So I'll fax over the official contract in the morning so you can sign it and officially get you back on the roster. But do we have a deal?" Paul asked as he held his hand out for Kamari to shake.

This was it. The shot that he wanted was about to hand right back to him again. He had wanted this for so long. Ever since he was released, all he wanted to do was get back to the WWE and now he had that chance. But he would have to start in NXT which was never a part of his plan but if it was what he had to do to get back to where he was before. He was gonna do that.

Kamari reached his hand out and shook Paul's hand making Paul smirk.

"Welcome back to the Big Leagues."

A/N: Very light chapter here. This was meant to give my character, Kamari Kreed a way back into the powerhouse that is WWE. Kamari Kreed is a culmination of so many things for me. For a while, I was going through a mini-bout of writer's block but this character has kind of given me the motivation and has reignited my creative mind and reignited my passion for this. If you don't like it, I suggest you click away and look at another fic. But as far as I'm concerned I'm doing this story for me and to release it in a creative way that I deem fun so, take it or leave it.

Later Guys and Gals!