| The scene opens up in downtown Grand Rapids. Cars driving down Monroe heading north and south. The camera picks up a black Chevrolet Tahoe LTZ parked next on the side of the road just outside of a little bar called Mojo's. No one is sitting outside as the temperatures have reached a new low for the season at a whopping eighteen degrees. The camera heads inside where there is a large crowd of people there, all sitting at tables and at the bar. Nothing major going on. A large guy, probably around 6'5" ish is sitting in the middle of the bar. He turns around, pretty well built, solid. He smiles as a group of ladies walk by. A couple of other guys soon turn around with him as the first guy stands up, music is picking up as more and more people flow in. "Isn't the PWT event on tonight?" One of the guys asks
"Yeah, lets head down to taps, I'm sure they've got it on." The first guy says as the all, almost in unison set their empty glasses on the bar. The first guy leans across the bar to catch the attention of the bartender. "Hey Missy, can I get our tab?" He asks
"Sure Duke, anything" She says as she walks over to the computer. So now we know his name, Duke. Duke? Sounds familiar, Duke Andrews maybe? Must be, we are in his hometown. Missy walks back over to the guys. "Mr. Andrews, here you go." She says as she sets the slip down on the bar. Yes, it is Duke Andrews, its been ages since we have seen him around. Could he be back? Duke pulls out his wallet and sets his American Express Card down on the counter. Missy comes back at takes his card and the slip. After a few short moments she returns bringing back both his card. "Thank you babe" She says as she turns back around. Duke signs the slip before turning back to his boys. "Lets rock" He says as they head outside. They all climb into his Tahoe. Duke in the drivers seat, the others kind of flow in. Duke takes off, taking a left on Fulton, and then a right onto Ottawa. Duke parks right infront of Taps, or the Tap House, whichever you prefer. They get out as Duke hits the lock button. He walks right up to the door and enters. "Whats up House" He says to House, the biggest meanest bouncer you'll meet, well meanest if you piss him off. They all walk up the stairs to the upstairs level, the sports bar of Taps. Once they get to top floor, they all proceed to the bar. "Kendra, keep em comin all night" Duke says to the gorgeous brunette behind the bar before they all file around to the corner by the window looking outside. Just above them is a 46" plasma, that of course is tuned into PWT. Duke sits in the middle of the round booth as one of the other bartenders brings over a tower of Bud Light, with three 18 ounce mugs to the table. She sets the tower down and then starts filling up the mugs, handing one to Duke, then one to each of his boys. "You gonna get back into this or what?" Brandon says as he takes a sip from his beer.
"Yeah, its not like you're old or anything." Matt says as he turns his attention back to the screen as the show just starts to come on.
"Dude, I don't know. I want to. But..." He trails off as he just sips his beer.
"But what? The knee? The one you've had rehab on for two years? The one that is probably stronger now than when you injured it?" Brandon asks as he just stares down Duke.
"Yes, the knee. Its all about the knee." Duke says sarcastically. "NO not the knee, Ciara. She choose the business over her husband, and it looks like she couldn't care less" He says as he looks up seeing what is his wife, still legally, just not physically, standing there talking to Javen. "Fuck this, fuck her" He says as he sips his beer looking down at his left hand where his wedding ring still is placed. Out of nowhere, Dukes nextel i870 starts to ring. Duke looks at the number, doesn't recognize it and sends it to voicemail. He looks back at the screen trying to pay attention to the first match of the night. Again his phone rings, same number, same result, sent to voicemail. Duke looks at his half empty glass and slams it, and again his phone rings, same number, right to voicemail. Finally a message is left. Duke looks at his phone as he calls to check to see who it is. "Du....Wip.....Cal..." is all he can hear. Duke slides his way out of the booth and heads into the bathroom, the only quiet spot at the bar. He calls the voicemail again.
"Duke Andrews, this is Becca Wipwreck McCallister, calling you from PWT. We have recieved a phone call on your behalf, and have structured up a contract for you to come join us here. Please call me back. Thank You."
Duke hangs up the phone and heads down the stairs as he is stopped at the door by House. "Duke, your wife, she just won." He says as he shakes his head. Duke pushes past him and out the doors, trying find a quiet spot in the streets as he flips his phone back open scrolling down to the number and making the phone call. After a few rings the other end picks up. "Becca? This is Duke....Yes, just returning your phone call....I'd love that....Monday? Great....Thank You...Yep...Bye" Duke hangs up... Duke turns back around and heads in passing House and the large group of people down stairs dancing. He jogs up the stairs as he walks back to his table. He slides his phone across the table before sliding back in. He looks at his boys.
"What was that all about?" Brandon asks
"Yeah seriously." Matt chimes in
"I'm back. I was just offered a contract here, in PWT. I mean come on thats sick, I won't have to move or anything." Duke responds So now we fast forward, to the current week, the week of December 10, 2008. Its the new Shockwave, the one with the new hometown superstar making his big debut, and no one knows. Not a single soul except for Management and Duke himself. Duke pulls his black Tahoe into the back of the arena. He hops out grabbing his bag and walking up to the door. He sees Ciara's car, the one he bought for her. He shakes his head, not knowing what to think, be happy that he's back, in the same company as her, or be pissed knowing that she has been flirting and on a date with Javen. Duke opens the door as he walks into the building. He walks over to the security guard standing by the entrance to the locker rooms.
"Excuse me, only authorized personnel beyond this point." He says
"Duke Andrews" Duke replies as he nods to the security guard. "You know who I am"
"I know Duke, I know. Keep moving" He says as he steps to the side.
Duke walks in, a little late, but thats good seeing as how no one knows he is coming in tonight. He finds where his locker is supposed to be. Walking in closing the door behind him. He sets his bag down as he takes off his black Northface jacket. He looks around as the monitor is on, the Rebecca Rancid and Georgia James match is going on. He shakes his head as he sees Ciara sitting there ringside doing special guest commentary. Duke reaches down and unzips his hanging bag, as he grabs out his pressed black button down shirt. He unbuttons it and puts it on, leaving the sleeves unbuttoned as he starts to button it back up on his body. He leaves the top couple of buttons unbuttoned, showing his white Affliction t shirt underneath. His jeans clean as he turns around, moniter blank, knowing that this is his time to come out and show the world that he is back. Duke walks from his locker room, halls still empty as he makes his way to the stage. "Welcome back folks to Shockwave, We just witnessed one hell of a match betwe...." The lights dim completly "What the hell?" Shouts Eddie Styles
"I re-r-really don't know" Exclaims Bob Fecca
All of a sudden white pyro hits the stage as "Hero" by Pop Evil hits the PA system, twenty seconds of guitar plays before a silent moment hits, again more white pyro hits the stage as finally Duke makes his way from the back standing on stage as a single white spotlight hits his face. Arms raised above his head as the crowd goes wild. Duke slowly walks down the ramp as he just takes in the moment, loving every second of being back. He climbs the steps and stands at the corner again his arms raised above his head as he looks all around the sell-out crowd before enterting the ring. He makes his way to the center of the ring, arms out circling around, cheers still coming from every which way as the lights come back fully to the arena. Duke walks over to the rope calling for a mic. He catches it as he leans against the ropes, his music slowly fading as you can hear, "who's your hero" silently fading in the back.
"Yes....Yes....Yes...YES its true, I am back. Back here in G Rap, Grand Rapids, home to me. Home to PWT. I am back here, ready to go."
The crowd blows up loving the cheap pop. "Yes it has been a while since I thought I was done for good. Its been almost two and a half years since Bobby "The Bandit" Jones nearly ended my career with a cheap chair shot. Don't think I forgot about that one Bobby, two surgeries and two years of rehab and I'm back." The crowd boos at the sound of Bandit's name
"Ahh hell roll the footage." Every sould in the building tunes into the titantron as the clip rolls from two years ago, the last thirty seconds of the match, you can hear, and you can feel the steel of the chair cracking against the side of Duke's knee, against the ring post. "Yes painful, don't think you'll get away with that one Bandit, you've got a whole world of hell coming your way. One way or another you will pay. You will feel all of the pain I felt, the last two and a half years, you will feel. You will suffer." Duke climbs up the turn buckles, sitting on the top as his feet stabilitize his body on the second turnbuckle. "But that is secondary on my list of to-dos. Most of you know who my wife is. Still yes to the day, Ciara Cage, we are still married. I still remember." Duke raises his left hand, showing his silver titanium ring on his left ring finger. "But apparently you have forgotten. I saw you went out with Javen, what a character. I saw it all, and I laughed at it all as well. But hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do right?"
Duke hops off the turn buckle and walks across the ring as he looks up the stage.
"I'd actually love to hear why, right from your mouth, why things are this way. Why you don't think we are married, I mean unless I missed a whole divorce and never heard it. Why don't you come out here and explain yourself? TBC by anyone..... | 
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