Recover

My name is Cody Rhodes. I am 28 years old. I am a performer for the EBWF and I am, without question, the most attractive man on the roster. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. No steroids or any other type of performing enhancing drug has ever entered my body. I have to work harder than most to retain my physique and good looks as I was not blessed with superior genetics. My father has been obese his entire life and is ugly to put it very bluntly. My older half-brother is so visually unappealing that he is almost never seen with his entire face covered in gold paint.

But I am different.  In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. I am a marvel to behold. Most people, and certainly not those I call my "co-workers" would ever work as hard as I do for perfection. Deep pore lotion, water-activated gel cleanser, honey almond body scrubs, exfoliating gels. Herb mind facial masque's, anti-aging eye balm. The rest of the roster probably even know what half of those things are. And those are just one of the many reasons I'm superior to them.

But you can always be thinner and look better.

I'm your traditional wrestling villain. The audience and my coworkers detest me and I play this role to perfection. A flash a cocky arrogant grin when I need to and I possess a razor sharp wit. I'm a dashing rogue. A few keystrokes on my twitter account riles them all up. They are marionettes and I am the puppet master. 

..But everything I do is fake. An illusion. There is an idea of Cody Rhodes. But there is no real me. 

As I haven't been on television in the past few months I've been in my own home and not on the road.   I have a huge white living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, decorated in expensive, minimalist high style: bleached oak floors, a huge white sofa, a large Baselitz painting (hung upside down) and very expensive electronic equipment. The room is impeccably neat. I only purchase the best, most critically acclaimed forms of entertainment. Whether it's movies, music or television programs. 

I have to keep up this appearance. 

I've brought a young woman home with after taking her out to an insanely expensive dinner at a high class restaurant. A blonde. Vapid. Impossible to carry on a intelligent conversation with. But she fits her curves into a red dress well and has enormous fake breasts which I enjoy thoroughly. And, of course, I'm dressed in impeccable fashion. A suit that is probably worth more than the regular Joe's monthly paycheck. It's absolutely necessary that I look better than everyone else. I must have all the finest things from women to objects. Prestige is very important to me. Which is why my upcoming match is so important to me. Because it will put me in line for a title shot. Something I can carry around that will make me seem better than those who don't have one. But lately..

I've been feeling what is called..depersonalization. Feeling as though I'm watching myself with no control over my actions. The world can often times seem vague, dreamlike or lacking in significance. I don't think I'm completely over the trauma I suffered. I at one point went through a mental breakdown. I believed my own face was a rotting nightmare, covered in insects that I couldn't remove and wounds that required me to hide my features with a mask.

..I got better. But sometimes I see flashes of decomposing flesh when I look at other people. Specifically ugly people. Which is why I hate ugly people. Like the two men I have find myself facing off against in the near future. Daniel Bryan and Jay Briscoe.       

I pace back in forth in front of my lovely guest as she sips from a glass of wine from her position on the couch. After she takes a drink she places the glass onto the table in front of her without the aid of a coaster. Instantly my mood sours and I instruct her to "Use a coaster" in a voice that was far harsher than I had intended to let her head. She apologies and quickly does as I had instructed. A give her a fake smile that she can't see through and the tense moment passes. 

"Are you familiar with our product?" I ask her with a slightly quirked, playful brow.

"Not really. But I know how amazing you look in your ring outfit."

I chuckle. It's true, of course. She doesn't even know that it's called ring gear. Or even trunks. She is only here because she enjoys how I look and I take her to expensive restaurants. But she's also only here because I like her appearance as well. So I guess we're both pretty shallow.

"Well.." I continue on with my earlier thought "..I have two opponents this week. And neither of them are amazing looking in THEIR ring gear." 

"Oh?" She chirps curiously. "I thought all wrestlers were in shape?"

"Well, they are in shape. They just aren't very much to look at. One of them is short. Very short. Disgustingly short." I make sure to clarify this for her so that's it's completely understood how miniscule Daniel Bryan is. "He's very troll like." Thinking about how unkempt Daniel Bryan is makes me almost want to gag. Doesn't he know that we're being filmed in high definition? 

"That sounds awful. But I'm sure you can beat him." My own personal cheerleader routes me on. As if I could possibly need it.

"He's dangerous. He is a master of..well..we call them 'holds' you see. Maneuvers that weaken body parts. He's very distinguished at these type of things. That is the key thing I will have to avoid if I want to be victorious. If he locked me into one of those holds he could potentially snap one of my limbs like a twig."

My date, who I most certainly will have sex with tonight, gasps in worry. I give her sly, heroic sort of grin to ease her nerves.

"But not to worry. It isn't something I haven't dealt with before. It won't be easy but I'll make sure to put a proper strategy in place so that doesn't happen."

I'm nervous. I don't want Daniel Bryan to put me in one of those holds. Not because of the pain but because, as I've noted, I've been feeling completely divorced from my own personal physicality lately.  My body's sensations, feelings, emotions and behaviors don't feel as though they belong to me. But because if I lose to him I'll feel like less of a man. Daniel Bryan is a ring technician and that cannot be taken away from him but he isn't at all handsome. I can't be bested by such an inferior life form.

"Didn't you say you had to fight someone else?"

"I did." In any event, she is at least paying attention and seems invested in my upcoming struggle. Not that I care. "The other wrestler is perhaps even less appealing that the first one I described. He's..from the south. Not very educated. If I'm not mistaken I believe he owns, or at least helps to manage, a chicken farm with his family." The details are blurry but learning the ins and outs about Jay Briscoe's life is not something I want to waste time on. Whatever it is he does outside of wrestling involves diseased, disgusting creatures and that's all i need to know. 

"A chicken farm?!" Aghast, she blurts out almost before I finish my sentence.

"Something like that." A slight shrug of my shoulders demonstrates how little I care about the particulars of Briscoe's life outside of wrestling. But it is worth mocking him for. "He very well could be inbred because he certainly looks like it. This does not make him any less of a threat. That is man is able to fight and I suppose you fight a little harder when you come from nothing and you want to be at the top. He's managed victories over bigger names like Edge and most recently Bret Hart."

"Bret Hart?! He stills wrestles?!" Again, she seems utterly shocked. I can't help but smirk as I'm sure I've asked this exact question myself. 

"He does. Unfortunately. But, old age aside, Bret Hart is a ring general with a wealth of experience. My second opponent cannot be underestimated as he has been incredibly impressive."

I'm not sure what I possibly could dread more. Losing to Daniel Bryan or Jay Briscoe. I don't care who Briscoe has managed to defeat. He is an ignorant, vile looking excuse for a human being. And he's from the INDIES. He's used to wrestling in front of the toothless and poor not that he's any better than they are. Edge and Bret Hart should hide in shame for allowing someone like THAT to defeat them. I simply cannot allow that.

"How will you manage with him? With both of them?" The question snaps me out of my thoughts.

"No need to worry." I hold up my palms in a calming manner. "I'll manage to overcome this. Somehow. There is something huge at stake her. An opportunity for a title that is held by John Cena."

"Ooh. I know who that is." She sort of purrs when she says that and I almost feel insecure. Almost. John Cena is a household name and while attractive in a dumb, caveman like jock sort of way, I'm confident that I'm much better looking. I'm sure of it. 

"Yes. John Cena. A big star. One of the biggest." Cordially I bow my head as I speak as if I could possibly have a shred of respect for that man child. "A big opportunity for me. I think my experience in big matches will allow me to be the one who dethrones him." Talking about the ugly and unintelligent is draining me. I draw in closer to my catch for the night and instantly she begins to giggle like a freshman. "..But I think we've done enough talking for the evening.."

We disrobe and retreat to my bedroom. I give her a night of pleasure that I'm sure she had never reached before. Modestly, I must admit that I am an amazing lover. I spend a lot of time gazing at my own physique during the sex in my large mirror. I look great. My body is tone and lean. She's a lucky woman to find a man like me in my prime.

When it's done I feel nothing and that troubles me. She is shown the door shortly after it's over. I don't find myself satisfied despite the session being sultry and sensual. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. I feel cold. Distant. I have to defeat Daniel Bryan and Jay Briscoe. I have to defeat John Cena and become the IC Champion. Surely, such an accomplishment would allow me to feel something, wouldn't it? I have to obtain more. I must become more well known and more important. If I continue to surround myself with only the best I feel so insignificant. But for now I will continue to wear this mask and go through these motions. 

Rabbits and Birds

A young woman in business casual attire stepped onto one of the eighty subway stations in Los Angeles. A blonde, probably in her late twenties, carrying a slim, black briefcase. A long day at the office led to the sun beginning to set as she stepped into the shuttle which, as fate would have it, was nearly empty. Aside from three very notable passengers.

An absolutely immense man in green coveralls with his head lowered and his massive hands buried over his bald cranium. It looked as though something was concealing his face. 

Another giant of a man who looked like some sort filthy trucker. His eyes stared completely forward and he didn't budge in the slightest when the shuttle's doors slid open. He sat slouched over and his long, stringy dark hair rested along his shoulders.

Finally a man with a straw hat pulled low over his face. He hands were folded just below his waist and his head slightly lifted when the new passenger suddenly got on board.

If her home wasn't so far away and the shuttle wasn't already in motion she would have strongly considered departing. These were possibly the last three people you wanted to be stuck in a subway with. She decided to sit as far away as possible and keep her eyes firmly away from them. Things were silent other than the sound the of the shuttle progressing forward. The woman decided to open her briefcase and look over some notes but when she lifted her head she found the man in the straw hat sitting right beside her. Head still lowered and the brim of his hat still concealing his face. A gasp escaped her chest and she even jumped a little from the sudden sight.

Bray Wyatt: I've got quite a while before I reach my destination and my friends aren't much for social graces.

Wyatt's "family" members were still in the same positions. Almost like statues.

Bray Wyatt: It would help things move along a bit quicker if I had some conversation.

His head rose and a smile appeared on his bearded face. His own unique version of southern charm. The woman didn't say a word as this was becoming way too tense for her liking.

Bray Wyatt: Last week I had a run in with someone. A man. Things got a bit violent. But ultimately I was left standing tall and he was lost in a daze at my feet. It was the outcome I had suspected.

He chuckled to himself and the uncomfortable passenger gave a polite smile to the stranger but continued to avoid eye contact.

Bray Wyatt: I tried to warn him. I told him to go and read some pages out of the bible to try and find some good graces. But he just kept right along clutching his little rabbit foot to his heart. I couldn't deter him or his thoughts. 

He laughed once more and folded one leg over the other, throwing his arms over the seats his back pressed against. 

Bray Wyatt: Ya ever met someone like that? Someone who just didn't have enough sense to know when he was staring down something way bigger than him? A lot of hard headed people in this world. But that just means we gotta teach 'em right? Educate 'em. And I do believe I gave that man a proper education that night.

Often times when Wyatt spoke it was as if were in some kind of daze or trance. His eyes were wide and his smile was a mile long.

Bray Wyatt: Ya see, I am an accuser, seducer and a destroyer. I can be regarded as both good and evil. 

He turned his sight back to the woman and his smile faded while his voice became tense and dropped almost to a near whisper.

Bray Wyatt: What do you know of Samael?

The woman held her briefcase close to her chest and leaned backwards although she was caught between Bray and the corner of the subway car they were in. The smile returned to his face.

Bray Wyatt: No need to fret. I just got a little sidetracked is all. Now, ya see, the man I mentioned earlier? They call him a champion. He calls himself a savoir. Personally, I don't believe it. I don't believe any man should be held in a higher esteem than any other. But they tell me if I were to..engage with this man once more that there is a possibility that I could a champion as well! The champion of what, pray tell? My cohorts and I are already wolves among sheep. We don't need a title, a shiny beacon, to be held over our heads! But if it is there desire for us to be held in such a regard than who are we to refuse such an offer?!

Bray brought himself to his feet and stretched his arms out wide, like an eagle ready to take flight.

Bray Wyatt: They call it the Path To Glory! Interesting choice of words! Glory. I have already blazed my own path and it would seem that the trail burns further and straight through that "Lucky Man"! The path that I've been down is a treacherous one. One were cowardly men dare not wander. I have seen him stuff, man. Some dark, menacing things. Some things that would keep you awake at night! Things that don't need to be hidden any longer!

He spun to face the bewildered and still silent woman, displaying uncharacteristic agility for a man of his girth.

Bray Wyatt: I will show that lucky man what real glory entails. I WILL SHOW THEM ALL! They may not be all to handle it. They may not be able to comprehend what they will see. I was once like them. Blind. I see everything now and let me tell you..it is amazing..

Bray, as he was wont to do, broke out into song and began to serenade the passenger. In a low voice, he corrupted the tune about peace into his own design.

Bray Wyatt: I see skies of blue.

Red roses too. 

I see them bloom.

For me and for you. 

And I think to myself. 

What a wonderful world..

The female passenger at this point realized the kind of company she was keeping and was silently praying for her destination to come.

Bray Wyatt: There is another you see. A rival of sorts to that lucky man. They have been sort of at each others throats. Trying to claim supremacy over the other. Trading their victories and their prestige. Neither really gaining much of an advantage. The other man is sort of..a little wounded bird.

He held out his palms as if he had a winged creature within them.

Bray Wyatt: He can't fly as high as he used to. He can't reach those heights anymore. Poor little birdy's got himself a busted wing. Survivin' on worms and insects just crawlin' on the ground. He probably thinks this is his time to find his own path to glory. ..He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know what it's truly like to be free. Not like me. But I can give 'em a taste. Gotta be better than the bugs he's been dinin' on lately. 

The man shrouded in mystique gave his head a few shakes.

Bray Wyatt: Ain't nothin' sadder than a bird that can't soar. Nothin. Even sadder that he can't possibly comprehend what is in store for him. A bird that can't fly can't do much hiding either and he's gonna want to hide. Not many people wanna stare into the unknown and that little birdy is one of those people.

 The eerie and destructive leader of the Wyatt Family must have found some amusement in this scenario because he started to laugh again.

Bray Wyatt:  Birds and rabbits, man! I gotta deal with the whole animal kingdom! ..But they're all just sheep in disguise. ..Sheep that I have to lead to the slaughter. Both of 'em. The rabbit didn't give me a whole lot of trouble and I don't imagine the bird is going to be any more of a threat. As if, I could be threatened! ME! The Eater Of Worlds! What can they possibly hope to do against me?! Other than tremble! Other than run! RUN!

Almost as if one cue the subway was brought to a halt as the woman's destination had arrived. Without a second thought she fled the car. Bray folded his arms behind his back.

Bray Wyatt: ..Wasn't much for socializing, was she? Tis a shame, my sons. Tis a shame.

The woman turned to look back and when she did she saw Erick Rowan standing with his palms against the glass and his face, covered in his expressionless sheep mask, pressed against it as well. She didn't look back a second time and hurried on her way.      

Safe and Sound

Things went a little odd with the debut of The Wyatt Family. Despite blood being spilled the audience for Warfare seemed to be completely into them. Meaning they were cheered more than booed. Perhaps it was because they had attacked Cody Rhodes who was notoriously disliked by fans and his own co-workers. Whatever the reason may be, The Wyatt's were given a positive reception from fans.

"We might go with you guys as faces" was the direction given to Windham Rotunda, the 26 year old man behind the Bray Wyatt persona.

"Wait..what?" Was his clueless response. Everything about this seemed heel. "Or maybe somewhere in between. Tweeners, you know? Obviously not like..Cena or anything. Hell, Waltman goes around saying 'Fuck Everything' and the fans love him." But it was explained to him with movies like The Conjuring doing huge numbers at the box office that fans were into this kind of thing. And the EBWF were known for allowing fans to decide who they rooted for or hated.

"..Sick world we live in." Rotunda remarked with a laugh, only half jokingly. The plan was to put him in the ring, his debut, against Damien Sandow to see how the fans would react. Damien had turned face in the past couple of months and the office wanted to see who the masses got behind more. 

"Cool." Who was he, a young newcomer to argue? EBWF was PG-13 programming and there weren't many restrictions. It wasn't like he felt stifled in any way. Let the fans react however they want. Didn't make any difference. If they were all about demonic possessions and blood then that's what they would get. A lot of horror movie characters were revered and beloved even as they murdered people left and right. His brother had already been shown the door the previous week and he was going to prove that it wouldn't be a mistake signing him.

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The so-called Wyatt Family compound in the middle of backwoods nowhere. A camera crew was sent to get some type of mission statement from the mysterious batch of newcomers. Their sudden arrival and seemingly unprovoked attack on Cody Rhodes had sent shock waves through the EBWF but also a lot of unanswered questions. The viewer was led up the rickety pair of steps of a broken down, white home through the eyes of a camera. The home was in a state of decay with a lot of the white paint scarped off and it was unknown how long ago the coat was actually fresh. From the looks of it more than a decade of so. The sound of a swaying, rusty porch swing was heard and the camera turned in the direction of noise. Sitting on the swing, also in the same condition of the home, was an absolutely enormous man. Wide eyes, wild dark hair and beard, mouth slightly agape. A tattered white wife beater was sloppily concealed by a dirty flannel jacket and torn jeans. The man sat hunched over and looked like someone that would pop up on your local news for committing some kind of horrible crime. The camera didn't linger on him for too long and began to head inside.

"..Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.."
 
The camera turned back to find the towering figure repeating that one word over and over again. His eyes were locked onto the crew and they did something they hadn't expected. They quickly entered the home. If whatever inside was worse than what was dwelling within they were just going to take their chances. The home looked as though it had been ravaged by a hurricane. It wasn't dark inside but it was only lit by the sun courtesy of open windows. There didn't look to be any furniture either. Just creaking floorboards that sounded every time a step was taken. There was a fireplace but it was far beyond the point of use. Just an empty rocking chair. But there was someone standing behind it with their back turned to the camera. A man in a colorful, mostly orange Hawaiian shirt, white slacks and a straw hat. Long, brow hair could be seen draping across his back.

| Bray Wyatt | I see you've arrived. I hope you didn't have too much trouble finding the place.

The voice with a southern twang spoke, sounding mostly cordial. Which made what came next a little more than off-putting. Wyatt contorted his spine backwards, in a way a man his size shouldn't be able to bend, with his fingers nearly touching his ankles. His hat was clutched in one of his hands and he grinned wildly. His voice still sounded the same, almost polite, but his eyes were far gone. Almost as if he were possessed by some kind of other worldly spirit. An unnerving visual to say the least.

| Bray Wyatt | We've been expecting you.

The camera was removed from Wyatt and towards the lumbering sound drawing closer. Someone else was entering the home. An even more immense man than the first one that had been caught on film. A giant in green coveralls and a pale, white, disturbing lamb mask with blue colored eyes. Simply chill inducing. And he was holding a white rabbit by the scruff of it's neck that kicked it's hind legs about. He didn't seem to pay any attention to the camera which switched back over to Bray who was now sitting in the rocking chair. The gigantic masked man handed the rabbit over to Bray and departed straight back outside. Wyatt began to lightly stroke the rabbit in his lap.

| Bray Wyatt | I guess I should explain myself and my actions. Come gather around closer. Bring that camera in.    

The camera zoomed in closer as instructed.

| Bray Wyatt | We are here to help all you kind, defenseless, folks. We may not look like it and it may seem unlikely but we are the saviors that you have been hoping for. This is place a wasteland and despair and agony. You have chaos running amuck in a murderous frenzy. There are invaders destroying what has taken many years to build.

The brim of his hat covered his eyes while a grin once again appeared upon his bearded face.

| Bray Wyatt | We'll save you all. You don't even have to thank us. No payment necessary. We're only here to spread our message. But I have a feeling that some people are going to misunderstand or judge the way we go about things. That's fine with us. Everything will all be made perfectly clear as long as no one decides to stray from the path.

He focused his attention on the rabbit in his lap and smoothed a few of his fingers along it's long ears.

| Bray Wyatt | I once knew someone who was very misunderstood. That was judged. A husky boy that wasn't strong enough to deal with monsters that inhabit this world. But I found 'em and he became my vessel! That husky boy became a man! A man who's eyes were peeled open and ready to see the world for what it truly is! A man who knew that this company was in dire need of a helping hand! ..A helping hand that only Bray Wyatt could provide! Yes! Bray Wyatt is going to lead the EBWF to new and prosperous era! A world where no one will have to be afraid of the creatures living in the dark and the demons in their heads!
 
Bray had risen to his feet and his voice had taken on the cadence of a preacher leading Sunday mass. He held the squirming rabbit above his head while it kept frozen.

| Bray Wyatt | It's all so clear, man! Just look at the bigger picture! Let me show you how so stand strong and fend for yourselves!

The rabbit was brought closer to his face.

| Bray Wyatt | I'm gonna show Damien Sandow how to fend for himself. Just like I taught Cody Rhodes last week. Damien Sandow relies on luck to get him through his biggest obstacles and challenges. That ain't no way to be! That's no way to go through life! This man can't possibly believe himself to truly be a champion! He carries around a rabbit's foot like it's really gonna change anything! A little ole' bunny rabbit like him can't survive when the wolves are out gnashing their fangs! There wouldn't be enough left of him to fit inside of a match box!

Bray was flashing his own canine's now at the rabbit who was blissfully unaware of what was being said to him.

| Bray Wyatt | And I assure you that I am wolf and a wolf will always feed on a rabbit. Monday night I will be feedin' and I will devour the entire world that Damien Sandow believes to be true. Everything he believes to be the truth will come crashing down upon him.

He began to chuckle as something had tickled his funny bone.

| Bray Wyatt | A wonder if Damien Sandow is a religious man. I wonder if he keeps a copy of the good book with him or if he reads it alone in his hotel room. I've read it cover to cover! If he is a spiritual man of God he is gonna find out that the sky he prays to is filthy and dirty. There ain't nothin' that's gonna stop me from enlightening him from his own self imposed shackles. That simply relying on luck alone is not gonna help when you run into someone like me. He will see me and he will know what is truly like to be free! His complacent little life will be shown new meaning!

The rabbit was allowed to stop dangling and lowered back onto the floor. Bray lowered down to a push up position and began to shoo the bunny away and out the front door.

| Bray Wyatt | Hop, hop, hop, along Mr. Rabbit. Best get to hidin' before the wolves find your scent. Go find Damien Sandow. Tell 'em that after our little encounter I might just carry his foot around my own neck for a good luck charm! Let him know that we're coming.

He laughed once more and slowly ran a palm across the side of his face as the rabbit escaped and went bouncing along down the steps leading up to the home. Bray pushed himself back to his feet and spread his arms outwards. He spin and spoke as if there was an entire congregation surrounding him.

| Bray Wyatt | Damien Sandow doesn't have to be afraid anymore! No one does! Fear doesn't have to run the lives of these poor, poor wrestlers anymore! I have come to liberate them! They will call me crazy! Crazy is only a label that learning men use to explain things they can't understand! I'm only as crazy as they are blind!

He began to sing to himself and sort of ball room danced by himself. This was not your average, run of the mill debut promo.

| Bray Wyatt |

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

He was done expressing himself through song and took off his hat. After allowing it to rest over his heart he bowed his head. The somewhat jovial smile had faded and was replaced by a much more solemn look.  
 
| Bray Wyatt |  I guess there's no point in waiting any longer..Samael, he's all yours. Run.

That statement was then delivered towards the camera but at a much more threatening pitch.

| Bray Wyatt | RUN!

The camera almost fell as it's holder nearly stumbled and lost his footing. The two behemoths from earlier were now staring through the open windows as the camera zipped left and right. That expressionless sheep mask hauntingly gazing right at them as well as the glaring sight of the intimidating beast with the crazy eyes. The camera man and his crew quickly took off in a sprint as the last things the viewer saw were frantic legs sprinting for dear life. When a group that looked like started to surround you it wasn't the time to ask questions.

The Perfect Lie

Knee high black boots lightly tread along the grounds of the Mizzou Arena. They belonged to shapely blond wearing a golden fur coat, black tights underneath a pair of skimpy black shorts, and a black tank top with a golden fireball design on it. Every step she took left a trail of glitter. It could of only been Tiffany. She looked extremely hesitant of her surroundings as she pushed some of her messy, thick blond hair away from her face. The individual she was meeting had set up a very abnormal corner of the arena to dwell in. There were mannequin's piled up all around her. Just the torso's with arms, pale twisted bodies, but no legs. Their heads were also missing except for the one positioned behind the man she had arranged to meet up with. Cody Rhodes sat on a wooden box with the dummy seated a few feet above him. She was entirely sure why he felt the need to surround himself with bizarre things like this but she had quickly learned not to question crazy people during her time in the Midnight Gang.

| Tiffany | ..Hey..uh..I love this whole..uh..thing you've got going on here. Very arty. Has anyone ever told you that you're a genius?

Her attempt at conversation was met with silence. Rhodes' leather hood was pulled over his head and it cast a shadow over his masked. One eye was concealed but the other was open and seemed to be very wide. His golden World Title was clutched very protectively within his arms. Tiffany bit her bottom lip as the cold look she was given didn't do much to ease her apprehension.

| Tiffany | ..So..I'm here..because..I heard you're..ya know..looking for 'followers' or whatever. Well, I want in. I'm valuable. 

Rhodes didn't budge or any blink so it was impossible to judge what he thought of that statement.

| Tiffany | And on top of that..I know CM Punk.

The blond grinned a little and leaned forward with a little more confidence.

| Tiffany | We were a part of the same group for awhile. And he used to hang out with Kendrick. And I used to hang out with Kendrick. A lot. He's told me things about Punk. Things people don't know. I can let you know very little detail. I can help you keep that title of yours.

Tiffany savored the words as they spilled from her lips. Cody rose to his feet and she wisely backed up a step or two. The World Champion was not stupid. He knew this woman was a gold digger. She would hitch up with anyone she thought would take her along to the top.

| Cody Rhodes | I don't need anyone to tell me about CM Punk. I know about all about CM Punk. 

The shrouded man reached into his jacket and removed a realistic mask of Punk's face. He had thrown one in the garbage two weeks ago but it was obvious that he had produced more of them. He turned to the lone mannequin with a face and tugged the Punk mask onto it. It's skin hung loosely off of the round head and it's mouth hung open like a dead fish. Cody gently traced a finger along the fabric of the mask.

| Cody Rhodes | CM Punk's perfect life..is a perfect lie. The triumphant hero who courageously defended his beautiful girlfriend from the vile John Cena. The same hero who everyone expects is going to destroy me and once again become World Champion. Mr. Cool. The ruggedly handsome anti-hero who lives by his own rules. It's all..a..fantasy..

Cody turned back to face Tiffany after roughly shoving the face of the dummy away from him.

| Cody Rhodes | He receives a thunderous ovation every time he steps through a curtain. But that's because everyone seems to forget the things he's done. I have not. I know exactly the kind of human being CM Punk truly is. And I have to admit when I masqueraded as him two weeks ago to fool Kane I felt..

Rhodes paused and grazed a finger or two along the transparent mask his broken mind forced him to wear.

| Cody Rhodes | ..as if I understood why people like him so much. And I almost felt like I envied the life he has. He wakes up..and probably gets a lovely little text message from his hot, adoring girlfriend. Goes on with his day. His legion of stupid fans worship every move he makes, regardless of how sordid or villainous he behaves. He's the 'king' of this company, a title I rightfully deserved. The higher up's support him. ..I bet you find him attractive don't you, Tiffany?

In a clueless display, Tiffany didn't hesitate a second to answer.

| Tiffany | Yeah, he's pretty hot.

The scowl that appeared on Cody's face was deep and hate filled. The Diva quickly back peddled.
 

| Tiffany | But not as hot as you!

| Cody Rhodes | DON'T patronize me!

In anger, he threw one of the mannequin's to the floor and Tiffany jumped back a step. He didn't raise his voice often but when he did it was enough to cause alarm.

| Cody Rhodes | In contrast to CM Punk..I wake up every day..loathing my existence. 

He somehow sounded even more self deprecating than usual. 

| Cody Rhodes | I never asked to be like this. My life was broken into pieces after a trauma that very few people can relate to. I am not responsible for my actions. Being Cody Rhodes will always be miserable existence Because even if I am the World Champion..I can never have the kind of life that CM Punk does. I had used Kane in hopes that he would make him a paraplegic. But I am going to have to do it myself, obviously. I want the world to see what I do. I want them all to be filled..with..absolute..terror. I will force them all to remember the kind of man CM Punk is. I am going to pry their eyes wide open. He is the man that lays dormant until it suits his needs. The man who had cult of desperate followers. The man that willingly aligned himself with every psychopath he could find in order to destroy this company. ..Including you, Tiffany..

| Tiffany | Whoa, whoa! I'm not crazy! Everyone else was but not me! 

| Cody Rhodes | And you think..that you can help me expose not only CM Punk..but all of these other demons? You want to help me reveal these hideous creatures?

| Tiffany | That's why I'm here!

Cody inhaled sharply before pulling out a paper bag which he quickly unfolded.

| Cody Rhodes | Place this paper bag over your head.

| Tiffany | ..Uh..it's not filled with like maggots or pirahana's or anything is it?

| Cody Rhodes | Put the bag on.

Tiffany very slowly pulled her hair back to make room for the bag to be tugged over her face. There was two eye holes, a round nose, and small mouth. She posed slightly and placed two fingers on her cheeks, causing the bag to crumple a bit.

| Tiffany | Toss some glitter on and I can make it work!

| Cody Rhodes | No. No you can't.

Rhodes brought his face very closely to Tiffany's and aggresively snarled at her before speaking.

| Cody Rhodes | You don't know what it's like to hurt. You don't know what it's like to truly suffer. At one point you even willingly allied yourself with CM Punk. You can't help me. You can't even help yourself. Find another meal ticket. I would tell you to go shack back up with Punk but when Summer Slam is over, I will still be the reinging World Champion.

After giving his hood a swift tug to keep his face properly hidden, the champ stepped out of the camera's vision. Tiffany angrily removed the paper bag she had placed over her head but before she could voice her displeasure, the mannequin sporting the Punk mask fell onto the floor right behind her. It caused a loud thud and she shrieked and spun around to look down at it. She couldn't deal with the creepy environment anymore and dashed out of the scene with a purpose.    

A Safe Place

Shortly after winning his very first World Title, Cody Rhodes took to twitter and simply stated that "the drinks are on me tonight." And this wasn't merely a celebratory phrase. It had taken a week or two but many EBWF employee's had gathered to a sport's bar. Under card wrestlers, some who haven't even made their televised debuts yet, had taken Rhodes up on his generosity. Not just performers were invited. Referee's, match agents, ring crew, camera man..they were all allowed to take part. As drink after drink went down, Cody brought himself in front of his many peers. Wearing a dress shirt and dark colored shorts, he rose a glass to his coworkers. After taking a quick moment to clear his throat he began to address them.

| Cody Rhodes | Don't worry I won't take up much of your time. 

He smirked lightly and took a small drink from his glass which drew some chuckles. 

| Cody Rhodes | This is merely a gesture of solidarity. We all work towards one common goal. None of us can operate without the other. Without the main event, their is no mid-card. Conversely, without a strong mid-card their is no main event. Referee's, agents, ring crew, production staff..we all need one another. With that said, let's all continue to work hard to provide for ourselves and our families. Not to mention the fans who come to every show. That's all I've got. Drink up, drink up! The night's still young!

A semi-drunken chant of "Cody!" "Cody!" rung out as the young champion lightly fist pumped the air to the rhythm of their voices. After excusing himself, he downed the rest of his alcohol and stepped outside. He pressed his back against the wall of the establishment as the neon sign glowed over his head. A figure, concealed by darkness, was seated on the ground nearby.

|  Cody Rhodes | Oh. Didn't see you down there.

Whomever he was speaking to gave some silent form of acknowledgement

| Cody Rhodes |  That..

He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the party going on inside.

| Cody Rhodes | ..is part of playing the game. Keeping up appearances. A lot of people don't want any part of it. But I have no issues. It's all about my prosperity. It's all about keeping that World Title as long as I can. And the longer I stay on top..the more prosperous I am.

Cody flashed a quick smirk.

| Cody Rhodes | I knew I was going to win the title. It's not arrogance. I was simply the best choice. I had the biggest buzz and I have absoutely no baggage whatsoever. 

His arms found their way to a resting position behind his head.

| Cody Rhodes | AJ was a solid champion. But I just don't think he had that overwhelming.."it". Do you know what I mean? Of course, he had to get a reign eventually. His ring work is too good. Solid promo's. But nothing long term. Kevin Nash seems to think the world of him. Personally? I think he would be better suited for the mid-card. Merely my opinion. And I have..a lot of opinions. 

His gaze seemed to remain locked forward as he began to verbalize his thoughts.

| Cody Rhodes | The longer I stay champion..the more I draw..the more tickets I sell..I'll get to voice of my opinion. And I'm sure I'll eventually work with AJ again. Which is fine. Good matches. But it reminds me of a twitter argument that Nash and Christian had a week ago. It was about Hulk Hogan. Bare with me, it's all going to make sense. If I have a match with AJ..it's going be very aesthetically pleasing. An athletic contest that the internet can rave about. Solid crowd heat. But..if I have a match with Hogan..the crowd heat is going to be there..and I don't have to do as much. Because he has limitations. AJ doesn't. AJ can do anything in the ring. Hogan can't. But I would take the Hogan match. Less work and bigger results. And the man is still a highly recognized figure in the industry. Tell me, were you a big "hulkamaniac?"

After a moment of silence, Cody laughed silently to himself.

|  Cody Rhodes | Didn't think so. And I'm very eager to work this program with Punk. I'll tell you why. Best of both worlds. He's talented so a match with him is easy. The crowd is in the palm of his hand so the reactions are going to be there. Much like myself, he stays off of twitter and tries to avoid having his personal life on display. Can't really say that about AJ. The man was every where for awhile there. Punk's deal is a little trickier. John Cena went insane so it wasn't really his fault. Everyone's more sympathetic towards Punk wheras AJ's drama was self inflicted.

Another pause.

| Cody Rhodes | Does that make sense to you? I want to work with the best. The best wrestlers. The best entertainers. Punk is up there. He's held in high regard in this company, even if it took some time for him to get there. He has that mouth but he only speaks up when he feels he needs to. Otherwise he's all business. Again, the recent spat with Cena notwithstanding. But it works. He's a triumphant hero and I'm the horrible villain. Simple. I don't really see a place where AJ Styles can fit in there. So I would assume it's back down the card for him. And, like I said, I don't think that's a bad place for him.

A headlight of a car pulling up revealed who Cody had been speaking to. Tiffany. The blond's hair was messy and she was clearly intoxicated. She gave a wide, drunken smile and her words slurred as she spoke.

|  Tiffany | I'm really, really drunk right now.

Cody's expression was impossible to read because it was blank.

| Tiffany | And I dunno how much longer I'll have a job here so thanks for the drinks!

| Cody Rhodes | ..Yeah. Make sure you get a ride. Or call a cab. Pity about your job. 

Lightly rolling his eyes, Rhodes gave the young woman a light pat on the head and turned back towards the bar. His face remained emotionless before he threw on a fake smile and headed his way back inside.

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"PHENOMENAL". That word was seen stretched across the screen in a close up. Bright and dazzling. It was written across the ring jacket of AJ Styles. His arms were stretched out and the hood connected to the jacket sat low over his head. The long ring tights matched the color's. Despite the intense light coming from his ring gear, his surroundings were much more dim. A cabin of some kind. Dark, other than a half open window which allowed some light to pour in. Hanging above him was a somewhat dire image of Jesus Christ upon a cross, hung and framed. A wooden table beside him held a few objects. A small, framed photograph of three young children. A magazine, the recent Maxim, with a barely clothed starlet. A cigar followed out and filled with marijuana. And the World Title in the center of all this. AJ began to speak and his voice sounded strangely muffled.

| AJ Styles | ..I'm AJ Styles and I..

His arms lowered as well as his head.

| AJ Styles | ..have made a lot of enemies. And it costs me. Constantly. But this time I made too many enemies and it bit me. I could have handled two of them. But one was too much for me. He's someone who saw through all the garbage that come kept falling from my mouth. And I'm no longer a champion. But..hey..

The voice got a little more jovial.

| AJ Styles | ..that's OK. Because I'm AJ Styles.

He even hopped slightly off of the ground and clicked his heels together.

| AJ Styles | And I've always got something to distract me from reality. I've always got something to distract me from how truly horrible of a human being I truly am. I can hide all I want. Because I've got..my kids..

AJ traced his fingers along the photograph of his trio of young children.

| AJ Styles | My boy's are too young to understand that their daddy is screwed up wreck of a human being. They love their daddy. Even though I let them get drug into my wars and probably scarred them for life I let some nut case beat me down in front of them. Yep. They love 'ol dad. Good boy's, good boy's.

AJ's southern twang seemed to have grown more exaggerated.

| AJ Styles | Yep. I look nice in an expensive suit. I can go out in public and people don't turn away and scream. Uh huh. I'm a good lookin' man who looks good in a suit. And I have women. So many women.

He picked up the Maxim and thumbed through it. After opening it up he turned it sideways to inspect the barely covered featured woman and whistled lowly.

| AJ Styles | Boy oh boy, do I get those women folk. Got a different one all the time. And they get me into a might bit of trouble, yessir. But I don't mind. These ladies are only their for me feel better about myself. And Lords knows I need that because I am, once again, a wretched excuse for a mean. And speaking 'o the Lord!

Still with his back turned to the camera, he motioned towards the dreary painting above him.

| AJ Styles | The Lord shall see me through! He'll always forgive me for all my wrong-doin's! Yessir. And I've got a lot of 'em. 'Cause I might be purdy on the outside but I sure as hell am hideous on the inside.

His fingers danced over to the blunt and he quickly flicked it away.

| AJ Styles | Nope. Don't do that no more. That's old me. Because if I say that enough, "the old me", people really will think I changed. I'm a mighty fine liar. For instance, I told everyone that when Cody Rhodes dumped those creepy, hairy, crawlin spiders all of me..that it didn't bother me none!

His voice dropped to a whipser.

| AJ Styles | But I lied. It did bother. It got into my head somethin' awful. I gotta tell. There ain't nothin' I hate worse than spiders. Well, besides maybe losin' my World Title. Shucks, I didn't deserve to be champion anyway..

AJ slowly turned to the camera. It was then that it was clear to see that it wasn't AJ Styles at all. His physique was different. Taller and lankier. The hood was pulled away. His eyes were wide and dead. And when he spoke his mouth didn't seem to move at all. That was because the face was a frighteningly realistic mask. A mask of AJ Styles' face. The hair looked extremely authentic and real. Very Hollywood but also extremely disturbing. The overly southern voice stopped and became a quivering one.

| Cody Rhodes | I have a very good life. I have to have more. And I have to keep indulging. That is the horrible, ugly side to me. That is why Cody Rhodes defeated me. That is why he is a better champion than me. And that is why he's going to destroy me for the third time. 

He eased backwards until he found himself sitting on the table. He began to stare at his palms. It seemed as though it took him a moment or two to drag himself out of the character he had been portraying.

| Cody Rhodes | I almost feel comfortable like this. Like this could be a safe place. In the skin of someone else. Like maybe I live out this kind of life. This kind of hideous existence.

Cody's fingers began to tug away on the bottom of the mask as he pulled and stretched at it. The artificial skin began to rip and tear until it was removed. But he made sure to quickly hold his transparent mask in front of his features.

| Cody Rhodes | I don't want to be AJ Styles. Because he is more of a monster than I'll ever be. And he took me lightly. He wanted to have his little "Trilogy" war. But I interfered with those plans. The starving freak took out the three, spoiled pretty boy's. Big surprise. And I'm going to do it once more to prove to him and the world that, without a shadow of a doubt, I am his superior. 

The remains of the ghastly mask were held in his free hand, a pair of fingers stuck through the dark, blank eye sockets.

| Cody Rhodes | I am not the only one who wears a mask. You all wear masks. I only tear those masks off and reveal you for the people you truly are. Once again..if it wasn't horrifying enough before..the monstrosity that is AJ Styles will once again be unveiled.   

The mask was dropped to the hard, wooden, brown floor. The camera closed in on the frayed and strained disguise, it's mouth hung open and chunks of the face now missing.

Face Lift

Cody Rhodes sat outside of his hotel room on the ground with his back pressed against the building. He held his gimmicked, transparent mask around one of his fingers by it's black strap while circling it around in a slow circle. A cell phone was pressed against his ear. The caller on the other line was a mystery but it was assumed to be a higher up within the company.

| Cody Rhodes | I still love the gimmick. We all have a dark side and I get to show mine every time I step in front of a camera. It's very..therapeutic. 

A small grin formed upon the handsome features of the son of Dusty Rhodes.

| Cody Rhodes | I have no doubt in my mind that I will be leaving the arena as World Champion.

A look of supreme confidence became a slight scowl after a moment or two of silence.

| Cody Rhodes | Although, it should be in the main event. I should always be in the main event. My match with Punk? Amazing. Match of the year candidate. ..I'm not being a mark for myself. I'm only speaking the truth. I understand that issue between Cena and Punk is very personal. But I find it to be..unprofessional. Mostly on Cena's part. The man should be arrested if what I've heard is true. But still. I'll never be in that position. You won't ever have to worry about Cody Rhodes trying to kill someone over something petty like a woman.

Rhodes laughed darkly to himself.

| Cody Rhodes | I love women. But they come easy. No point getting this worked up over one, eh? See? That's another issue. AJ Styles has had his problems with women in the past. He's gone on his tirades against Wes. I think he's ready for a fall. He's had his run but someone like me wasn't poised and ready back then ..No, I don't really know Nash. I do, however, respect his mind for the business. The boss hates him and he still finds his way on TV. ..Oh, Teddy Boy? He went on his little twitter rant against Wes as well. I've got a clean slate. I'm hard worker who doesn't complain and does what is asked of him. ..Heh..everyone in this match has a strike against them. ..Except Mike..

He rolled his eyes with a tinge of annoyance.

| Cody Rhodes | Squeaky clean, that one. Nothing on him at all. But his last reign wasn't very long so I doubt they are going to give him another one so soon. 

  Cody got comfortable against the surface of the wall and allowed his eyes to close. The grin never left his face.


| Cody Rhodes | I've got this. And it's the correct move to make. And my bank account is just going to sing to me every time I check it. I can handle the pressure. Something my coworkers can't seem to manage. ..You know it's true. I'll speak with you later.


The phone call ended and Cody slid the phone back into his pocket. It appeared as though the twenty seven year old felt a World Title run was all but inevitable for him come Sunday Night.

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"..This company...is about to get..a face lift.."

The trembling voice of Cody Rhodes was heard as the scene settled upon a pale blue colored room with a dresser and large mirror as it's only notable features. The lights in the room constantly dimmed from near darkness to a bright pitch but never anything the eyes could comfortably adjust to. Too much light would make one feel safe and that was far from the motive her. The hooded wrestler stepped over to the dresser and placed a few paper bags he had huddled in his arms atop of it's surface.

| Cody Rhodes | No one wants Cody Rhodes as World Champion. They want my pretty, acceptable opponents. It doesn't matter which one. Just as long as it isn't me. I'm not normal. I'm not desirable. This..

He waved a hand slowly in front of his unsettling, mask covered visage.

| Cody Rhodes | ..is not what the public demands to see. But unfortunately..

Rhodes grinned very briefly before slipping back into his usual, self defeated state of mind.

| Cody Rhodes | ..you don't always get what you want. In the past month or so I have defeated three champions. I have defeated the PTG Champion. I have defeated the Breakout Champion. And I have even defeated the World Champion. I am the most dominant force on this entire roster. Whether or not my opponents or anyone else would like to admit it..

Cody dipped his hands into one of the bags and pulled out a handful of spiders. Varying in size but all creeping about his fingers and wrist.

| Cody Rhodes | But AJ Styles will admit to it. I showed the world that AJ has a very distinct case of arachnophobia. ..His reaction..the look on his face..it was painfully obvious that when I covered his body in these spiders..I brought his worst fear to life. He probably still feels as though these eight legged beasts are still all over his skin..

The demented challenger lifted the bag of spiders and held them out to the camera. Some of the legs extended from the bag, twitching about.

| Cody Rhodes | And at Sacrifice..I will do it again. I want to see that fear one more time. Except this time it's going to come at even greatest cost. The loss of his World Title. I won't be the one to defeat him..my friends here will..

Rhodes delicately rubbed his cheek against the bag he clutched before placing it back onto the dresser.

| Cody Rhodes | You see, I can't be afraid because my greatest fear took place the night my face was set ablaze. I know what AJ fears the most. But he isn't the only one. I know Ted DiBiase well enough to know what keeps him awake at night.

Another bag is taken into his grasp. After reaching inside her pulls out a couple of bones. It's impossible to tell what kind of bones they are or if they belong to a human or animal. But they are filthy and have faded to an almost pale yellow color. They are brittle and look ready to snap.

| Cody Rhodes | ..Ted has skeletons in his closet. Ted is petrified at the thought that he will never again become World Champion. Something he needs for his very own existence to mean anything. And Ted is very aware that the last time we met I destroyed him. I'm going to do it again at Sacrifice. And all the skeletons he tries to keep locked away are going to come pouring out all over him until he suffocates..

The third and final bag was held close to Cody's chest as he seemed to rock it back and forth against his skin.

| Cody Rhodes | ..And you Miz..well..all you are..is a late addition. You squirmed your way into his match like you seem to worm your way into all of your opportunities. You're nothing but a warm body. You are FLESH. 

Inside of the bag appeared to be just that. Flesh. Flayed skin with small, black insects crawling across it.

| Cody Rhodes | The Miz. ..Heheh..

An awkward, unsure laugh briefly escaped from him.

| Cody Rhodes | ..The Skin. You are..the skin. Putrid. Undeserving. And ready to shed. And I will ensure that you will never wash away this disgusting feeling after I dump the contents from this paper bag..all..over..you..

It was obvious that Cody's mental state was deteriorating each time he appeared and that the contents for his paper bags were becoming more and more vile each time. The flickering lights picked up their pace and Cody was now standing directly in front of the camera. The bags on the dresser had all been spilled over onto the counter and the spiders, skin and bones were all mixing together into one disgusting mess.

| Cody Rhodes | And to our..esteemed referee? Mr. Kevin Nash. You have the potential to crown me as our new champion. I feel as though it would be in your best interest to see that I leave that arena as World Champion. I don't have a bag for you. These horrors are reserved for my three opponents. But should you decide to..screw me? I will make very sure..that the bag I design for you..will be the one thing that drives a parasite like you from the wrestling business..

The dim, flashing lights and the loathsome image of Cody's mask did not make for a very settling sight as the scene began to fade out.

| Cody Rhodes | ..Yeah..it's time for a face lift..not only for this company..but for the entire, ugly, repulsive roster..     

Bags

Cody Rhodes' career was on an upswing. The month prior he didn't even have a match on the pay per view and now he could potentially main event one. But he was very aware of how pushes came in went in the wrestling business. With that knowledge in mind he was doing his best to ensure that to show that he was dedicated to his craft. The King of the Ring could be his ticket to a world title after all. He paced in his hotel room while holding his cell phone to his ear. Laying across a small table was a note pad filled with a few crude sketches. He had come up with the design for the hooded jackets he had begun wearing to the ring.

| Cody Rhodes | I'm glad the team liked it. I thought maybe it might have been too much but I figured it would be remembered. ..Yes, it is much better than your idea. I'm aware of this.

Rhodes smirked as he spoke to one of the creative team's writers. The use of paper bags for his character had been something that had reached a happy compromise.

| Cody Rhodes | I've got a few more ideas I would like to run by. I'll go more into detail when I show up to shoot the promo's. They're in the direction of the first but if you feel it goes a little too out there we can tone it back. 

Cody walked over to his sketch pad and began to press a pen against it to jot down a few more unreadable ideas. 

| Cody Rhodes | Of course I like this gimmick. It's got me on a poster, doesn't it? I'm very satisfied with being featured on this pay per view. And I would love to be in the main event. But I won't truly be satisfied unless I win. 

He eased down onto the couch and turned his television to it's mute setting.

| Cody Rhodes | Well, Punk is..no, no..I'm not going to say anything I wouldn't say directly to him. He has an attitude. But he has earned his spot and he can be as stand-offish as he likes. I'm not here for friends. Barreta is..talented..but how interested is he in being the very best? Does he want to play video games and flirt with Diva's or does he want to be the face of this company?

Folding one leg over the other he paused to listen to the voice on the other end.

| Cody Rhodes | Like I said, he's talented. Our match is going to be very good regardless of the outcome. I'm sure the crowd's going to be firmly behind him so it's going to be easy to get heat. And I would love to work with Randy. Pick his mind a little. See what I can get out of him. He was on top for a year he must know what he's doing. ..Find out how I can a wife like that. Heh. Not that a match with Punk would be any less fulfilling. His girlfriend is attractive. ..But lacks that Ikeda bloodline. But she's very close to the family, isn't she?

His eyes drifted to a digital clock on the dresser beside his bed, not really listening at this point.

| Cody Rhodes | I'll leave in about fifteen minutes. ..What do I need? A pretty girl. Or one with a nice body. The face really isn't important. And mealworms. A lot of them.

The phone call concluded.


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Bare feet squirmed uncomfortably along a pristine white surface. The dainty toes danced around to avoid contact with the increasing number of wiggling mealworms that seemed constantly drop from above. The larval forms had small traces of dirt attached to their bodies as they twisted their bodies about. As the camera panned out the entire room, walls and ceiling, were also revealed to be entirely white. A rather large showering area. The feet belonged to a nude woman with a pleasing shape. Clever camera angles kept anything too provocative from being shown. Traces of brunette hair could be seen falling from a paper bag that covered her head. The eye, mouth and nose hole were covered with the mealworms. Some of them crawled about the bag while others fell to the floor below. Cody Rhodes, in a kneeling position, stared up at this disturbing visual. His black, leather hood covered him as well as his protective mask. Heavy breathing came from the woman who had her hands clasped tightly against the sides of her head.

| Cody Rhodes | You are just like everyone else. Shallow. And ugly. Just like..my opponents..

He scowled distastefully before the melancholy pitch returned to his voice.

| Cody Rhodes | And just like them..you have a desire..to be royalty. To latch onto something important. To be a monarch in a world full of hideous monsters.

After tracing the floor, he allowed one of the worms to crawl along his wrist and palms before squishing it between his fingers. It made a sound resembling a sort of hiss as it was crushed.

| Cody Rhodes | Despite how..

A pitiful sigh escaped from him.

| Cody Rhodes | ..unfortunate looking I am..you want me because I'm famous. Because I'm on television every week. So you can tell your friends how..heh..had relations with a big wrestler. Your lack of depth is so pitiful..

Cody rose to his feet and stared down at the bizarre sight standing before him.

| Cody Rhodes | Ugly. You are ugly. Just like the remaining three. And Sunday night..I'm going to show how ugly they are to the world. I'm not the repulsive one. They are. They look so human on the outside. But they are the carrion and they are emitting cadaverine and putrescine. And I am the scavenger must feast on them to survive. This is the fate of every animal. And these three animals are no different. 

Rhodes from the bag from the woman's head, the camera kept behind her to keep her identity hidden, and he wiped away the remaining traces of worms and most of the dirt from her hair. She buried her face into his chest and he clutched her tightly to him.

| Cody Rhodes | I've exposed your true nature. You've seen how horrible you were. You are now free to do ANYTHING..

The female's body quivered as she whimpered. Cody Rhodes has become a decidedly different human being these past few months.

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Three different paper bags sat upon a table in the backstage area of the Kansas Expo Center. One or more of them may have even been moving. Todd Grisham had stumbled across the hooded and masked Cody Rhodes as he leaned over the table, inspecting each of them. He couldn't stay professional, he was too shocked for that. In total disbelief he shouted:

| Todd Grisham | Cody..y-you're..crazy!

| Cody Rhodes | Crazy?!

Rhodes spun around to face the interviewer as he pulled his hood down to reveal his face. His usual dire expression was now one of rage.

| Cody Rhodes | Am I? I lost everything, Todd. But now I'm free to do ANYTHING. Including winning The King of the Ring. You should hold your tongue around your future king.

| Todd Grisham | ..Cody I..

| Cody Rhodes | I'll explain to you, Todd.

Cody snatched one of the bags from the table and held it close to his chest. Seeing it's contents, the interviewer wasted little time in backing away.

| Cody Rhodes | In order to win I'm going to have to defeat Trent Barreta. Someone who walks around holding two different titles. Flaunting them for all the world to see. He has an absolutely perfect existence. He has his..

He sighed with almost a hint of longing.

| Cody Rhodes | ..a pretty little love interest..fans that adore him..friends. Everything that I don't. But I am truly the better person. Trent Barreta is a horrifying creature. Aimlessly going through life without a care in the world. With startling low intelligence. His only desire is to obtain more and more to sustain his greed. Two titles and a crown? When will it stop, Todd? When will this fool and his pursuit being stopped? It ends tonight. It ends with Cody Rhodes. His excessive desire to possess more and more..it's over. I am going to bring his winning streak to a screeching halt. I will not allow a beast like him to become a king. So that's why..

Cody held the bag open and Todd recoiled again. It was filled with larvae. What kind wasn't known at the moment.  They were each fat and about half an inch long.

| Cody Rhodes | These are bot flies. They're are a wide variety of different types. Highly adapted to target a specific animal. But these are Human Bot Flies. They burrow under your skin. And live. And eat. 

| Todd Grisham | You can't possibly think you can bring that ringside..

| Cody Rhodes | I'm going to. And when I defeat Trent Barreta I'm going to stick this bag over his head. And allow them to burrow into his tear ducts. Or his brain. Eating his thoughts. Literally. So when he is hospitalized and debilitated his outside will match his rotting, withering insides. 

The bag was placed back along the others. The second was firmly held in Cody palms and stretched out towards Todd. The contents squeaked and rustled about. 

| Cody Rhodes | The snake is a natural predator of a rat. But not tonight.

Inside were numerous amount of large, brown, mangy rats. They thrashed and clawed within their tight confides. 

| Cody Rhodes | Tonight the rats are going to be eating the snake. Or The Viper as it were. If Randy Orton is unfortunate enough to be my opponent in the main event..this is going to be his fate. He carelessly has ruined the lives of others. Punting them in the skull, concussing them, ending careers. Making a common way of life impossible for his victims. Their are those who suffered insurmountably because of his actions. Just as I suffer each day. Randy Orton truly deserves this. A beautiful wife, accolades, records that will never be broken..perhaps the one with the most wretched inner self. But it will be brought to light for everyone to see. After these rats are through with his face his true self, who he really is, will be on full display. Hideous just like the man himself. And he truly will be silent. Because the shame he will feel every day will strip away his humanity..

Todd seemed to be frantically motioning for someone off camera. Cody had yet to notice this as he approached the final brown paper bag and held it aloft.

| Cody Rhodes | Finally..CM Punk. Someone who has committed so many atrocities in the past that he attempts to hide them by covering his skin with a new weekly tattoo. I shouldn't have to describe how gruesome he really is. The fans may be able to overlook the things he has done but I will not. He taunts and mocks others freely and he even made light of my disfigurement. For that, I have saved the cruelest punishment for him. To see if he will still be able to make jokes when I unleash this horror upon him. Who will listen to a voice that's going to be attached to a face that you can't look at without vomiting? How will be a savior when won't even be able to look himself in the mirror?

Cody was prepared to open the bag when a few security guards rushed in. Rhodes closed it's contents and held it defensively close to him.

| Security Guard | Cody, you can't bring those things in here! And you can't bring those to ringside!

| Todd Grisham | And you defintely can't show that last one on television or pay per view!

| Cody Rhodes | This has to be done. Stay away from me! I'm going to make sure that his joke of a tournament is completely ruined! I'm going to be The World Champion and make everyone as miserable as I am!

The guards quickly rushed Cody and a wild struggle ensued. The camera man was knocked over in the process and the footage suddenly cut.