The scene slowly opens up at a seemingly crowded mall, where people are weaving in and out of each other to get to their desired locations, stores to put down their money for products that they wanted. But in the mix of all the chaos and the people two figures can be seen darting through the crowd, both wearing Ken Kennedy T-shirts and nearly knocking people over. Their loud yells can be understood by anyone else but each other as they proceed through the crowd, pointing and laughing as they create a great ruckus to anyone nearby. Clearly they were making a few people’s days not enjoyable, but they didn’t care, they were headed to see the important thing in life, their rightful role model who was appearing at the mall that day. Before long they found themselves in the back of huge mob, a huge crowd, crowded around an elevated platform in which an astounding man stood, staring out to them and pointing a finger to them.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Yea, you two punks…you’re late…

The two teens hollered and clapped as Ken pointed them out only to silent up as he spoke again.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: I, deserve more than that…I AM…..

The crowd yells along in anticipation of the MRRRRRR......KENNEDYYYYY

But there is no sound from the microphone as Kennedy scratches his ear and chews aimlessly on his gum. He shakes his head.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: You know what…people…you idiots rather…I never asked for your help, and I never will…ask for your help so…if you don’t mind….

He leans back as if to deliver the Kennedy again but the crowd yells again, only to have Kennedy give another glare out to the crowd.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: I AM MR………KENNEDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd despite being ordered not to join in only goes against orders and does so anyway. Kennedy draws in a breath and slowly whispers…

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: …….Kennedy….

He snickers softly and his smile vanishes and his eyes focus on a girl in the front row, causing her to squeal. He smirks slightly and mutters into the microphone…

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: I kill me…well anyway folks…let’s take you back to Meltdown shall we? Let’s take you back to Meltdown, where I BEAT without a SWEAT Hollywood Hulk Hogan. He was down for the three count…ONE…TWO…THREE…after a perfected Kenton Bomb…executed oh so superbly by none other than myself. I told you all that Hogan was nothing to me…and I beat him too…only for him to go on to STILL challenge Edge for the title? What is that?

The crowd clearly favoring Kennedy cheers, encouraging him on to continue with his rant.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Hulk Hogan…who can barely WALK to the ring…decides that he wants to go fight Edge? Well BROTHA, I don’t wish ya luck ‘cause there’s no way that you’re getting that title…no way….

The crowd cheers, while some still chant.

Crowd\\Misinformed//: HOGAN, HOGAN, HOGAN!

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Chant all you want Hogan fans, because I DOUBT that he can hear you anyway if he doesn’t have his hearing aid in! Either way…why am I talking about Hulk Hogan? His name does not deserve to cross these precious lips. The fact is people, Hogan was just a stepping stone because for some reason, people think that he’s something…so I beat Hogan..that must mean that I’m something too, even if I already knew that…but not only did I beat Hogan on Meltdown…I ALSO took out the NEW Us Champion, Christian Cage.

The crowd, obviously loving Kennedy boos on the name and Kennedy smirks slightly, moving across the stage and swatting his hands as he speaks.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Let me tell you people, you should already know this, but Christian Cage, if he does decide to take my challenge at HEATWAVE...definitely…don’t be holding that title for very long…because I, without a doubt am going to take it away from him…that US Championship deserves to have a TRUE champion, a man who proudly give a good example of his country and the mostly…LOSERS….in it….I Mr. Kennedy will hold that title high and it will STAY mine….

He smirks to the crowd and looks to the curtain behind him on the platform.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: But ladies and gentlemen, before I step into the ring at Heatwave and claim what is RIGHTFULLY mine, I will go one on one, against a man that you all like to call…C…M….Punk. Now the true meaning behind that I really don’t know…and neither do I WANT to know. Truthfully I could care less about CM Punk, because just like Hogan was last week, Punk is a stepping stone to where I want to go, and where I want to be. People like Bischoff don’t think I can handle Punk? Well it was last week when people thought I couldn’t handle Hulk Hogan…so again I’m going to prove them all wrong…just like I was born to do. I was born to be on top of the pile, I’m a frickin’ PURE BRED…I mean LOOK AT ME.

The same girl from the front row screams loudly along with a few others and Ken points her out.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: See? But if you don’t believe my supreme beauty is far superior to CM Punk…let me PROVE it to you.

A screen that had been showing Kennedy on camera turns to a horrible picture of CM Punk…he obviously not paying attention to the camera and not ready for the picture to be taken. Kennedy coughs and chokes, grabbing onto his throat and acting as if he was gagging. He beats his chest a few times before looking back up at the picture again, shaking his head in disgust.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: You people should feel sorry for me…to have to go up against a THING like that…for one…

Kennedy shakes his head before making the screen cut back to his face as he was standing there live, smiling and causing and outbreak from the same few girls.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: But not only am I better looking, better in the ring, better with the ladies…but ladies and gentleman I have better STYLE! I have better representation…hell my KENNEDY MERCH is so much than Cm Punk’s…trash….Paul bring out the shirts…

Paul Heyman comes out from behind the curtain in which had been standing behind Kennedy on the platform and was holding two shirts on two different hangers, one in each hand.

Kennedy approaches and points at Punk’s shirt, tilting his head in question.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: That? What the hell is that?

Kennedy points to the t-shirt, imprinted with the CM Punk logo, a single circle and particularly plain.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: A CIRCLE??? WHAT?

Ken pouts slightly and tries to concentrate to make it make sense…and Paul Heyman comes and whispers something into his ear…obviously trying to explain it…

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Oh….straight edge? So like there’s no edges?

Ken opens his mouth slightly in shock, as if that was one of the most stupid things he had ever heard in his life….

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: You’re kidding right?

Heyman shakes his head no…

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Well….whatever…his shirt is not important…

Ken grabs it with one arm and throws it across the stage…only to have the lights on the stage dimmed down to focus on his t-shirt that remains.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Ladies and gentleman…take a look at this t-shirt…take a load of this beauty right here…wouldn’t you just love to own one of these huh?

The shirt says…TALK LOUD….on the front with what appears to be splashes of blue, magnificently shines in the light.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Back….TALK LOUD…HIT HARDER…

He smiles brilliantly and claps in enthusiasm.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Now…now get this….we got some T-shirts for yall in the crowd today!!!

The crowd cheers in an excited fashion.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: But sadly…they’re CM Punk shirts because WiWShop needs to get rid of them.

The crowd boos as a few stage crew members come and start tossing them out into the crowd.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: If you want my t-shirt…go to WIWSHOP.com…buy one for yourself…buy one for your frickin’ girlfriend or your boyfriend it is the 2000’s as we know very well…buy one for your sister, your brother, your mother, your father, your gay lover…

Ken pauses slightly and cringes at the thought…particularly thinking of the annoying pair of Billy and Chuck.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: WHOEVER! Just buy the shirt people…it’s is a FRICKIN’ BEAUTY! But ladies and gentlemen, even if all these aspects of myself…my beauty, my style, my way with the ladies…even if I’m taken by Melina…

The girls in the crowd boo slightly and he smirks, wanting to hear her reaction of that later…

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: When it comes down to it…the importance…of Ken Kennedy in this particular match is that I WITHOUT A DOUBT have better in ring skills….and that there’s no way, I’m leaving Meltdown without a win under my belt…there’s just no way. I’m beating Punk, like I did Hogan, and like I did Carlito and anyone else who has stepped into my path. That simple people…and Punk…

Kennedy looks into the camera with a smirk on his face.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: If you think you’re scrawny little ass is gonna beat me you have another thing coming….and to Christian as soon as I’m done with Punk…I’m coming after you and YOUR TITLE! BECAUSE I AM….

The crowd prepares to join in yet again but Kennedy stops.

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: You all know damn well…who I AM! I’m the man…who will beat CM Punk on Meltdown, and I AM THE FUTURE US……CHAMPIONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN....

He pauses again before bringing the microphone close to his lips and whispering again

Ken Kennedy\\The Center Of Every Story//: Champion…..