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[The night was dark and gloomy, leaving the shadows to roam along the ground, creating an eerie sensation of fear and curiosity. Thunder boomed above, as if shaking the earth with each crack. Lightning occasionally cracking, filling the sky with it's only sense of luminosity. Even the moon was hidden beneath the thick sheets of clouds, leaving the darkness to cast its reign of depression on all those standing beneath it. I entered the church…] "Perfect night for a funeral." [My coat and pants drenched, sticking to my body, and feeling as if they weighed fifty pounds more. If it wasn't such an important funeral, I would've never been out in this weather, hell I wouldn’t even bee here inside a church. I'd be lucky if hypothermia hadn't already started to settle in.] [The seats soaked, from others who made the trip, but didn’t stay, as if they hadn’t been used at all..] [Poor bastard. I thought. His Team wasn't even getting the proper burial they deserved. As I continued my way to the chairs, lightning cracked in the sky, giving a millisecond of light for which I could see the emptiness before me. I could make out some of the words streaking down them, written on white sheets of paper with a black marker. The names of the people who hadn't bothered to show there respect for a guy who stint in this game has been cut short due to a run in with a lethal combination of Sex and Violence] [There names read] [Danni Vesneski...And Cryptid] [All empty, never been sat on, and sitting uselessly before the casket at the head of the chairs. I walked through the middle of the thirty rows of chairs, taking a look at each name smeared on the back of the seat.] [Every seat empty, and casting a lonely presence among the funeral. I then took a pack of cigarettes from my inner jacket pocket, and tried lighting one up. Screw the anti smoke laws! An awful habit, I know. Finally, on the fourth match, I managed to get one lit, and took a long, relaxing drag, exhaling slowly.] [As I finally made my way to the lonely podium, near the casket, I rummaged throughout my inner coat pockets yet again, looking for the folded notepad paper I had placed in their earlier. Finally finding it, I pulled it out, and tried to mask it from the rain with the hood of my coat. Stepping up to the podium, I looked at the empty chairs and smiled. I then began my eulogy for whomever was listening.] "We are gathered here tonight to pay are respects to Derek Rampart. A cat I could give two fucks for, but seeing as his professional career has passed on, It's only right to give the cock sucker the proper burial, and in doing so I well also send each member of his Goonie crew along with him at retribution. Derek Rampart was a Jackass, Gone too soon, yet not soon enough. An underachiever, yet arrogant enough to think he had some sort of special talent. Simply a fool whom masked himself with false aspirations and promises. He was the type of man to say one thing, and do another. Give his word, and break it within the same sentence. He consistently represented every scumbag walking the streets today. He wasn't a man, but an overgrown boy, with an undeserved sense of confidence. Derek, you won't be missed, nor even thought of When I'm done picking you off as will as the rest of your Saturday Morning Gothic club!" [I took another drag, once again illuminating the church, still showing the emptiness before me. I'm sure had someone come out and seen me, they'd thought I was nuts. If they only knew. Exhaling, I continued.] "See, Derek, I’m not one to fall into the hype of you not going to show up, this is wrestling no one stays retired for ever. Prime example Alex LeBlanc. I’m not one to be frightened by your presence or the lack of it in this match. If anything, you should be frightened by me. See, son, you know nothing of me. You know what you’ve seen the last two times we faced off and that’s nothing. Really, it isn’t. Sure I won a title three weeks in but that’s child’s play to me. That’s not The Visual Orgasm. If you want to see The Visual Orgasm, show up one last time at Retribution. If you want to see greatness, show up at Retribution." "Usually, people say they have respect for you and how tough you were and everything else, you know the random bullshit people spew at funerals. Well, Derek, I don’t have an ounce of respect for you. I don’t care for your demeanor, your posture, and your intentions. Well, I should say your ‘intentions’ with the magic quotation fingers here. What have you done, recently, to show your strength? What have you done to have a going out party? Nothing? Excuse me, I didn’t hear correctly." "Did you say something?" "Of course you didn't" "People will have you believe that I have some kind of ‘mystique’ about me. People will have you believe that I am not a ‘being’. They want you to believe that I am some person who cannot bleed and one that cannot lose a battle. Let’s make everything perfectly clear. I can and have lost a battle. I can and have bled. I’ve been jumped and crucified enough to know the feeling of both. However, I am something no one will ever be." "I am immortal." "What happened the last time someone was beaten, bloodied, and shown for display? Does anyone remember? Of course you don’t. The last time someone was shown for display her returned to walk among the mere mortals and be praised for everything he’s ever done. People saw it as honor and vigilance. People praised his name forever. You know what became of him?" "He became a GOD" "Look at me, Derek, and see the truth. Last week I was thrown against the barricade that holds all the peasants away from me, Last week I was put through Hell and Back inside the Chamber, and yet I still stand here ready for the next battle, and what do you do after Summerslam? You tuck your tail between your legs and leave the so call family you built to fend for themselves?" "That there is some fucked up shit" "Derek, I look at you today with more hate than you could ever imagine. I look at you with more disgust for everything you stand for than I originally did. I look at you as a traitor to everything you ever stood for. You used to stand for destruction and demise and I could relate to that. Now you abandon your ship, right at the moment your crew needed you. You stand in front of your shadow as the light. At Retribution, I’ll make sure you join back with your darker side." "I’ll make sure it happens when you land right on your shadow." "You See Derek, I have a… problem with people who turn there back on the people who need them most. I have a… problem with people who bow out instead of going down with a fight. This week at Retribution, If you do muster up one last bout I well make sure to give you the send off you deserve...Don’t call it fate and don’t call it destiny." "Call it… My Manifest" "Your death is now, kid. You’ve been a dead man walking for years and you’re just now getting ready to sit on the electric chair. You’re guilty as charged for trespassing on my turf. Once I hit the switch, there is no turning back. And while the lights in the room blink and your body shakes from the excruciating pain, you’ll see God standing in front of you with the most devilish of smiles. Your days of being a Leader are over. Your days of claiming to be a threat is over and there is nothing you can do about it." "Not only well I put the final dagger to your career at retribution, but I well also lay the last kick to the Mastema's back!" "AMEN!" [I finished as I folded the paper back up, and tossed it carelessly on the stage] [Almost done. I thought.] [Bending over to pick up the shovel laying beside the casket, I spit on to the chest of the Plastic man that mocked Derek laying within the wooden box, still smiling given the conditions of this shitty night.] "Now you have had the proper burial" [I kicked out the pulleys holding the casket above the earth. With an echoing crack, the coffin tumbled to its side, dumping the face of the man that once was. His face smashed into the cement floor, as it stuck to the surface, his skull breaking into numerous pieces..] "Fuck him. Bury them all!" *---* "Guys wearing pink, faux hawks, t-shirts with large words printed on them, and being metrosexual. What are these, you ask? These are passing fads. Things people do for a while and then push them to the side. These are things people associate themselves with and once the hype is over, they’re on to the next big thing. Why am I bringing these up?" "Mastema as a whole are nothing but, you guessed it, a passing fad." "And so we begin this path of destruction with one bird down and two more to go. This is something I've waited for, All week. That second chance I had been looking for. No one expected this return, and I hope you're all prepared. Because the injuries I suffered at Summerslam are damn near healed, and I got my second chance at gold." "Danni boy looks like we have another go at each other ay" "Maybe this time you'll throw out a good fight. Heck maybe this time you'll show up" "It’s a fallacy people love to place on me. ‘Stylez aint shit...Chris Wall made Stylez’ Or ‘I’ve seen better people wrestle that were actual legends.’ All these people have either had my boot across their throat or my hand around their throat. Either way, one common theme remains the same." "They’ve all choked on their words." "So has Danni Boy twice over. Danni some could say you started this war and this mega stables match is what you were looking for, well bro you got it. Now are you gonna take key from your faithful leader and bow out, or are you FINALLY going to back up your words from the Haunted? Judging from the last two times we were in the same ring, I would guess it would be the answer number one." "It’s something I don’t understand. You ever get that feeling? The feeling that you want to understand it but you can’t? The thing this time is Danni Boy and damn, I can’t understand him. A better question should be ‘Do I want to understand him?’ It’s like he wants to lose to me. It’s like he wants to fall into the traps that everyone else has." "It’s kinda sad, really." "Danni, I once thought you were good. I’m not taking that away from you. You’ve proven your worth in the ring against everyone else you’ve come face to face with. On the other hand, when you come face to face to me you can’t do a damn thing. Your talk is nothing when you’re around me. I mean at times its like you don't even bother. I think that is what you are the most afraid of. You’ve gotten into the mind of everyone else you’ve faced and it has worked. You tried the same spiel against me and guess what? It didn’t work. Now you’re getting desperate, Danni. I can tell from the way you speak. I can tell from the shaking in your voice. What, no one else could tell? Well I could and that’s why I’m better than everyone else." "I know when you are afraid." "Afraid because at Retribution Your fate is in the hands of Sex and Violence." "You got one thing right, Danni. I am unmatched in this federation. I’ve seen the best and I’ve beaten the best. I’ve seen the ones they call kings fall at my feet. I’ve seen every challenge you have and more and I’ve walked away with my dignity. I’ve walked away with the one thing you’ve never had. I’ve walked away with my head always held high. I think I did it against you, Danni. Yes, what a match. I didn’t pin you because I had my own personal vendettas in that match. didn't need the cover to prove my worth, thus is why I allowed Randy Payne cover your ass. If anything I saved you your dignity. I saved you an embarrassment of a life time. You were about to be pinned by the same guy you put on blast with the haunted." "You should be thanking me." "If anything, Danni, you owe me one. If anything, this match is already won. You sold your soul to God." "And now, God is ready to end your life." "I have no doubt you are ready, Danni. You’re ready for IZW. You’re ready for the minor league. You’re ready for IZW fame. Hell. You’re simply just not ready for me. You weren’t ready at Retribution three weeks ago where the odds were in your favor. You sucked balls inside the chamber, and You won’t be ready for this Retribution when your body slams through many tables on my way to shutting you up. You won’t be ready for the massive amount of blood you will lose. You won’t be ready for that wheelchair that will contain you the rest of your life." "You’re just not ready." "You are ready, however, to play second best to Sex and Violence. You’ve been doing that for years and you know it. You’ve never done what I’ve done. It’s the story of the tortoise and the hare but in this instance, I don’t sleep. Your mindset is ‘slow and steady wins the battle of the bands’ but in this business slow and steady makes you an easy target for the Varsity boys in Sex and Violence. You’re still at the beginning and I’ve already ran laps around you. You keep seeing me progress as you stand in a moment of time." "A moment of mediocrity." "You did this to yourself. You brought all this upon yourself. Now you will have to deal with it. Now you will have to deal with me and believe me that it will not be easy. You could have avoided this but instead you kept poking and prodding. You kept bringing yourself into the spotlight to potentially shine and I’ll make sure the spotlight is on your broken and battered body for the whole world to see once the night is over. "This is the match that Sex and Violence and myself make Danni boy and Mastema the laughing stock of the GCW" [I put the smoke stick out on the broken boy of Derek. Needed to take the breather to keep my cool, no need to get all hot and bothered just yet…And Breath…Now where was I] "I gave up the only woman who has ever been able to understand me... to shed more years off of my life. I traded in an engagement to marriage and the prospect of one day raising a family of my own... for the thrill of wrestling to the best of my ability, and wiping my feet on the doormat to triumph. It might not make a lot of sense to some people... but to me? It’s a fair fucking trade. After all, it’s just ONE of the MANY sacrifices I’ve made to be the best a what I do" "But, I bet you’re asking yourself something, Cryptid. I bet you’re asking yourself... ‘why is he telling me this?!’ "Cryptid... I’m telling you this, because I feel like you are one person who will understand the meaning behind it all. I’m telling you this, because I feel like you are the one person who would have absolutely done the same damn thing had you been in my shoes." "I’m telling you this, because you and I share the same desire... we share that same fucking passion when it comes to performing inside of that ring…We both want to be the very best" "and I want you to KNOW how far I’M willing to go to make sure matches like the one you and I are in right now are not fought in vain." "I want you to KNOW how far to the edge of reason I’M willing to push the fight if it means having my hand raised in victory at the end." "I want you to KNOW how fucking sadistic and how fucking brutal I am willing to get inside of that ring in order to go down in history as one of the absolute best at what I do... at the love of my life." "I want you to KNOW that when you’re facing Johnny Stylez for your TV Championship, you are ALWAYS getting the a-game of a lifetime... you are ALWAYS getting three-hundred and ten percent, and not a single fucking percent less no matter who you are... no matter the stipulation. No matter the injuries" "So to question the fire that burns within is to question the certainty of something like death. It IS absolute... it IS inviolable... it IS what makes me the fucking LEGACY of the GCW..." "But... there’s something else I want you to know, Cryptid" "I want you to know what I love most about competing in matches such as this…" "... and that’s the night before ‘the match’." "The night before everything that was said in the week leading up to that one unleashing moment... is put out on the canvas." "The night before what could easily be the rest of your career... or the final time you breathe." "I don’t know what it is about those final hours, Cryptid. The anticipation of stepping out from behind those curtains and listening to the thousands of fans in attendance as they put their attention flat across your shoulders? Maybe. The adrenaline rush of looking over at the clock behind you and suddenly realizing that time you only have mere HOURS before the black iron swiftly strikes the bell? Perhaps." "Whatever it is... here we are, Cryptid. Go Time for your championship, Go time to prove your undefeated streak against Jobbers means nothing because this week you are facing the fucking best this promotion has to offer!" "This is what I'm all about, Cryptid... and I think I’ve made it perfectly clear how much I appreciate the opportunity to be sharing this moment with you…" "Go fuck yourself Cryptid" "The fact of the matter is that it’s not going to stop me from going in there and doing what needs to be done when the bell finally rings. It’s just not going to stop me from dropping you on your head again... and again... and fucking again... until you can’t get up off of the mat for MINUTES at a time. It’s just not going to stop me…Until I become the TV champion and move another championship closer to being the only Grand-Slam champion in GCW history!" "I hear you and everyone else say What kind of man calls himself Legend after a few short months? I’d have to raise my hand to that statement, Cryptid. You see, I haven’t been wrestling for a few short weeks. I’ve been wrestling for a long three years. I’ve been in and out of the greatest federations holding title after title. I’ve made records and then broken my own records. I’ve caused the strongest of people to cry in pain, bleed profusely, and whimper in anguish. I’ve put a dagger through the hearts of everyone I’ve faced and you’re soon to be next." "Novice." "Traditions mean nothing to me. Those who believe in traditions are those who believe in fate. Believing in fate leads you to have false hopes. I don’t want you to build up your confidence only to have it shattered by a fateful End Result. I don’t want you walking into this match expecting a victory because victories against The Living Legend are far and few between. All in all, don’t walk in here believing in traditions." "You’ll leave heartbroken." "Still, I bet you’ll say something about how nothing I’ve done before means anything here. You’re right, it doesn’t. But to insult my ability makes you the fool. Next time you try and downplay someone you should really do some research. Next time you try and deny someone you should see what they’re capable of. Make damn sure that when you enter the ring you have your dentist, your dermatologist, your physician and your chiropractor on hold." "They’re going to need to rebuild you." "You talk like it is your destiny to beat me. You talk like you’re going to use me as a stepping stone to create a legacy for yourself to prove you’re a decent superstar. Kid, if you have to prove you are not a failure then you already are a failure. If you’re having insecurity issues then you need to see a psychiatrist." "Oh, have them on hold too." "After Retribution, after I leave with your TV Championship, You can sulk back to the back, kick over a trash can, and overthrow the catering table. But, don’t do it before I get back there Cryptid." "I like those little sandwiches they make." "This is the end complete. You’re walking into a war zone where bombs are already going off. You’re walking right into the middle of My Manifest and without the proper gear you’re not going to survive. Don’t try and dodge the falling bodies, Cryptid, because they’re everywhere. Don’t try and save yourself. I’ll do that for you. I’ll save you from your failure and I’ll save you from your tradition." "By ending it all, including the mediocre undefeated streak" "What don't believe me that your streak is Mediocre? Then ask your self this...How do you go undefeated as long as you have and only have the TV championship to show for it?" "My ‘legend’ will continue until the day I die. My ‘legend’ will continue past Retribution when I end what isn’t even the start of your ‘legend’. Legends don’t fail. They especially don’t fail when it comes to the big dance. Legends definitely don’t contradict themselves. Don’t say you’re a winner when your the only one representing your family. You’re nothing to me Cryptid. You and Mastema are the STDs of GCW" "Easy to get but hard to get rid of." "See, Cryptid, you’re too cookie cutter. You’re delusional and you’re insecure. You don’t know what you want and while doing so, you trick your mind into believing that you can succeed. You know as well as I do that you can’t succeed. Not against me, anyways. You’re never going to go anywhere being as insecure and brittle as you are." "Just… give it up." "In the end this is what it comes down to. You'll bring your TV Championship and your streak and I'll bring your wrecking ball. We can go through this whole charade of cat and mouse until I decide to eat you alive. Then what are you going to do, Cryptid? What are you going to do when blood is pouring from your nose to your stomach? What are you going to do when you see the flashing lights of the crowd taking pictures of your final fall? What are you going to do when you look up and see your worst nightmare peering down on you ready to rip your championship reign from your hands? You know what you’re going to do? You’re going to fail. You’re going to fall victim to failure and the one who will be standing is the one they call Johnny Stylez. You can thank me later or you can thank me then." "Either way you’ll be thanking me for your failure." [Sam who since forgave Johnny But told him nothing bout it, moved down the hall and saw her target. Johnny Stylez who was making his way out of the church. He was talking, while Sam stalks up to him like an predator coming up on it's prey. Sam reaches Me and shoves me through the confessions door she can find. She is like an animal. She pins Me against the wall, running her hands up under my shirt, needing to feel my flesh against hers. She lets out an animalistic moan and lifts up my shirt kissing on my chest. I am very confused, however not stopping his her…Yea like you would stop this! I barely managed a whisper out her name.] "Sam?" [Sam looks up into my eyes and using all of her might she rips my shirt up the center and starts to kiss on my bear chest. I let my head fall back against the wall as I put my arms around her. SAM slips one of her hands down my pants, finding what she has been looking for, for a long time she lets out a soft moan and begins to work me over right there inside the confession booth giving the Father one hell of a peep show! She swirls her tongue around one nipple, finding that her one hand is having a hard time of it, she uses her other hand to undo my pants. At this point All I do is grab Sam’s ass and cradles it in his hands before moving across the Booth and pinning her against the wall. Sam is now face to face with me, we lock eyes for a moment. Finding each other in this wild moment. Then she brings both of her hands up and wraps them around my large shoulders, then forcefully grabbed my head, pressing her lips against mine as she begins to grin her pelvis against mine. Of Curse I return the fiery kiss, using one of my hands to rip Sam's Skirt off. I don't know if this is really happening or if this is the same Samantha who witness me fucking the shit out of Kandi...But at this moment I could give two fucks! The camera man is then jerked out of the room by A Father, who is trying to put an end to this SINFUL BEHAVIOR!] --FIN-- |