somewhere in heaven, 2020AD

God: besty you've got to go back

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Besty: why?

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God: Well, you see...

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God whispers something inaudible into Besty's ear, besty shakes his head.

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Besty: Useless bastards, fine. I better have priority seating at the next Heaven-hell rugby match.

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God: Deal.

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God snaps his fingers and suddenly Besty wakes up in his coffin, he kicks the coffin open and waltzs out of his tomb. He jacks the nearest car and makes a beeline for LLR headquarters, once he arrives he kicks down the door to Steve's office and slaps a contract down on his desk, he walks out the door and heads to the nearest live show where he interrupts two local talents going at it in the centre of the ring. He DDT's one and clotheslines another before swaggering into centre stage with the mic.

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Hola mijos - I know you're probably thinking? What the fuck? You were dead? Well let me put you at ease -

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Yes I fucking was.

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But because neither death nor a coffin can satiate my desire for trial by combat I return to somewhere I thought I had left behind for good. This god damn ring means too much for me just to let you motherfuckers desecrate it while im in the good place, Besty has been quiet, Besty has been silent but now Besty has had enough of your shit, there are some titles with my name on it that I plan on taking before I fuck off, I'm retaking my kingdom because you dimwits don't deserve to reign in it - and I don't care if I have to carry this company on my god damn back - this place belongs to me and don't you forget it.

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I hold the hearts, minds, of fans worldwide - my death, - the death of the sultan of swagger, archduke of arrogance, crown prince of charisma and master of the masses sent shockwaves into the wrestling community

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My return will be that of Legend.

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Kefe