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[The city had become a habitat for death and destruction. The people of Global Championship Wrestling had been torn between numerous factions, each trying to be the sole proprietor of the large, upscale residence. Members of rival sides had been murdered for the purpose of domination. Each group held their own beliefs of how the city should be ran; whether it be their religious beliefs, or political standpoints, each varied from the next.] [The people without underlying alliances were left with shivers of fear, as their lives were within the jeopardy of those with the power of their militias. Chris Wall, Derek Rampart, Daffney Unger; they all held their own sections with force, armed to the tee, keeping themselves from being over run by the others.] [Explosions were a daily occurrence, the townspeople shuddering with each burst of violence that exploded beneath their feet. Gunshots rang as if they were town bells, casualties left to rot in the decrepit streets, which had once been peacefully lined with picket fences and plenty of greenery.] [Now they were the deformed roads of war.] [Each dictator held their own rallies, the verbiage meant to incite those within his cavalry. Spies littered within each group, halting the growth of each amassing army, no one to be trusted more than just a piece to the puzzle.] [Each man held their own responsibility, and they kept to it, or were assassinated for the defiance. Times hadn’t been this tough before, and the common folk were beginning to lose their confidence in the leadership their town once portrayed so strongly.] [Fear and control were now the imperial rulers among this kingdom. Every man looked to mark their name within the history of its downfall and then rise.] [In the distance of all the fighting sat a stone structure, it’s features frozen within time. Laid before the increasingly distorted Castle, the prior basis of the once thriving city, was the former King of all the adjoining cities. The man was frozen within time; a warriors stare still lay across his face, and broken crown at his feet. He stood still within the stone, his fierce look of madness forever glued upon his face. His reign had been shortened by his lack of composure over the upcoming leader’s, each ruthless and impulsive within his own right.] [The man in stone held some sort of significance, his above ground burial left a reminder of his trivial thoughts of forever being remembered as a God. But the twisted statue laid as a reminder of how quickly the power could be ripped from within the grasps of even the greatest ruler. Ruthlessness had shown forth, denying this man of his almighty legacy; almost like a sick joke played by those true God’s who remained looking on from the clouds, forever watching the human race destroy itself.] [And the kingdom of Global Championship Wrestling was proving to ring true to those stereotypical thoughts.] [An empire was without their King, and they were forever lost until his return.] GREED HATE ENVY [It had a week or so since I last seen Samantha, and I hadn’t expected to do so; especially in the manner I did. She had shown up unannounced that day at the church, and to make it even worse, she has been rumored to be dating someone else. Rumors had her running around with Brad Goodman] [I couldn’t figure out how she had stooped low enough to be with that bumbling twat, The guy doesn't even have a job anymore, but she never surprised me. I couldn’t have my unborn child be around such an imbecile, nor be imposed upon by such a faggot.] [I was trying to realize my own complications within the business, let alone be dealt with this mind-blowing hand. She had given up on us and left; or had it been the other way around? I couldn’t remember anymore, the past had blown together like one long minute.] [A minute, which would be difficult to forget, I’m sure.] [The phone rang a couple of times before Samantha picked up, her positive tone felt like they'd make my ears bleed. How could she be so cheery? She wasn't with me anymore; I simply couldn't understand it.] "Samantha, we need to talk." [There wasn't any time for polite gestures, or mindless small talk. This was meant to be about business.] Samantha: "Oh hello Stylez." [She said as she didn't sound all that interested.] Samantha: "What's up?" "I want to see you again, and I think you owe me an explanation why you all of a sudden you've been popping up in every dirt sheet... especially with that punk. Are you fucking nuts? Are you trying to make me look foolish? Because it's working." [I said, my blood already beginning to boil as I attempted at reasoning with her. Eerily, that wasn't something I was good at, nor even contemplated doing. She was lucky I had loved her once. Shit, maybe I still did.] Samantha: "You know I should just hang up on you for calling my boyfriend a punk. As it pertains to us, You've had your chances and you fucked up. My unborn child has a father now." "One who's actually there.” [She added after a short pause. She was trying to make it hurt as much as possible now. I’d have to admit, it was beginning to sting.] Samantha: "Johnny, listen I hate to do this but I have to go. I have a doctor's appointment." ”Wait, please Sam, I’m not asking for too much. Let me be there for you and are child. I’ve cleaned my shit up, I swear to you. On the kids life and my own, I want are child to know me; He needs to know me. How can you reject that? Think about it and get back to me. But with you boyfriend, or whatever he is. Let him know what I can do, and what I have done. Tell him to watch his back.” [I said, trying to conceal the temper, which was flaring at each passing moment. I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle her, and watch her plead to be spared. I would’ve enjoyed it thoroughly. Then I thought about are child, and the violence was erased for a few minutes.] ”Just remember what I said. Think about it.” Sam: "Johnny..." [She began, her voice cracking] Sam: "How can I trust you not to hurt him again? The last time you left, I was left in a sad state, I was clinically depressed because all I wanted was you." [It was obvious she was tearing up.] Sam: "I can't put myself through that..." [She said, stifling back a sob.] [I felt old emotions stir up, and it seemed to unsettle his hardened persona. He had to get out of this conversation, and fast!] "Listen, Sam, just think about it, I'll be waiting for a response." Samantha: "Johnny wait..." [She said urgently. She sniffled a bit.] Samantha: "Please understand where I'm coming from." ”Listen, don’t get too worried, I’ll give you a call tomorrow, and we can figure things out. Good luck at the appointment.” [I said, as we closed out the conversation. I could feel the pain in her voice, and it tore me apart; her pain was from me. I remembered what she had been like when I first met her, New Orleans, before the hurricane hit. Now, she was bitter with a piece of shit ex. Who could blame her.] [Love was pain right?] LUST DESIRE REPLICATION [Global Championship Wrestling continued to be a place of rage and desire. Bullet shells littered the remaining streets, accompanied by the decaying bodies left to mourn themselves.] [Chris Wall sat at the desk in his personal office, his head resting upon his interlocked hands; this war hadn’t meant to last this long. He was beginning to grow tired of the resistance from the other forces. He had tried to go about his attacks in an entirely different manner. He pretended to be apart of each side, then attacked when they felt he was honest in his commitment. It might’ve worked out had he been a slight bit stronger in numbers, but he simply didn’t have the overwhelming leadership qualities to rule the province.] [He was tired and strained; mistakes were certain to be abundant.] [Therefore he attacked swiftly and with great intensity. He wanted to win as quickly as possible.] [There he sat Composed, and with great confidence, he lead his greatest warriors to his chambers.] [He spoke of his time on the frontlines, explained his experience in war, and within minutes won the respect and interest of the greatest of warriors. He was meant to die in battle, a hero destined to fall in his glory.] [But he never feared death. He relinquished its glorified escape from the hideous face of war.] [Finally sat the third group of men. They were travelers in look of a place to call home. Their feet burned with the sensation of walking along the dusty horizon, trying to find the place where they could finally rest. They wanted freedom and to live the lavish lives of conquerors. They felt the impact of little leadership, leading together as one, thought it seemed to leave them at the same consistent standstill.] [They were falling apart right before there eyes, but they fought for the same cause. Each had their own detail, and each held up to their own responsibilities. They fought as the same, and mourned as the same. Forever to be the outsiders, they strived for that reason to be remembered.] [As bombs shook, the cathedral beyond the borders shuddered with each impact. It slowly lost parts of it, as it’s lasting memories hit the ground with a piercing cry. The statue before it cracked with each blow. The King stood still in time; his eyes open to the destruction happening within the once peaceful kingdom. Every crack cut deeper with each devastating explosion.] [The time of war upon one and all, and they looked for leadership.] [As the statue of the King continued to split, the rock’s pain squealed with each explosion. Finally, the concrete casket showed the human characteristics it displayed. Blood began to trickle from within the cracks, working their way down to the feet of the statue. The stone groaned with each droplet that became exposed. Slowly, the rock burial was becoming undone, and the God’s began to cry.] [Or maybe it was just rain.] DUPLICATION SWAGGERJACKING ROLEMODEL [The club was dim, bodies shifting and morphing beneath the shimmering strobe lights; the drugs within the club bringing out the very animal instincts within each character. A V.I.P. table sat off in the distance, it's view of the dance floor covered the entire premises, it's members entitled to the view of shimmering hard bodies grinding along one another.] [Women danced half naked, the sweat glistening along their tight, gym worked bodies, causing them to look more enticing than ever. Chris Wall sat in the round booth, a bottle of Cristal blocked part of his features while he spoke to a second gentleman sitting in the booth. Club owner, Johnny Stylez, recited his disgust for bottom line cocaine with Wall, as a pair of hired waitresses sat with them in the confines of the private booth.] "The way I look at it bud, why cut it, if it's already been cut about forty-thousand fucking times? It blows my mind. But for real, what do you think? New look, new attitude. This is the spot bud. The entire sha-bang.” [Johnny muttered as he polished off the last of his over priced champagne.] [A colorless mountain of crystals polluted the table; while Stylez awaken eyes gaped with much temptation. Sweat continued to ooze from his damped features while leaning in a hunch. Resting the rim of his credit card, Stylez chopped the mountain of cocaine to a straight line. His heart continued to batter with much thrill.] [His fingers flirted with the steel pipe, as he would then install it into his filthy nostril. With all his might, Stylez inhaled to where his lungs could no longer take it. Like a vacuum, towing the devils product to where only crumbs of cocaine were visible. He pulled back while sinking into the leather. His eyes cocked to the back of his cranium while giving into the submission of the drug.] [She crawled up from under the table while coolly wiping her chunky lips. Lowering his head, Stylez examined carefully as she snatched the pipe. Shifting her petite body while scanning the table she shouted] Lady: "Where's my fucking line!?" [chuckling back, Stylez coolly replied] "Shut the fuck up!" [In an attempt to divorce herself from Stylez, the dancer pulled away when suddenly. The chrome steel of his hammer glistened practically blinding the dancer. Knocking the barrel against his crotch Stylez shouted with a smile] "You didn't finish the job." [Stylez smiled, as cold as he was; he had always enjoyed Wall’s company. He knew the same thoughts that had grown accustomed to him were brewing within Wall’s mind. Soon enough he knew they’d end up murdering someone, torturing them until they submitted to death. That’d be the moment the two would mentally collide as one; Stylez enjoyed the thought of how much it would be appreciated.] Chris Wall: "Ladies, give me and Mr. Stylez a minute to chat. Well be in need of your services within the hour. I assure you that." [Wall said as he nodded in Stylez direction.] Chris Wall: "See Johnny, the finest things in life are right here in Miami; you should swing down and stay for a while, I know your from here but I'm talking about running you're whole deal out here. A long while, we could make this more than enticing." [Wall repeated as he shuddered in the thought of cold-blooded murder.] [Everyone underestimated their madness.] [Marisol didn't, that's why she is no longer apart of Sex and Violence.] [Where as Stylez, well He relished in it.] ”Listen Chris, I’ve got an idea to. I mean the fucking thing just hit me, We need to do something crazy. I’m thinking of ending someone. Call me crazy, but fuck man, that’d be the greatest of all highs; don’t you think?” [Stylez said as he bent over and snorted a large line of cocaine. He held the opposite nostril and breathed in deep, letting its full effects hit him, his body tingling in response.] Chris Wall: ”Fuck man, let’s kill someone...Let's not only stop at someone, lets kill a whole group!” [Johnny stated matter-of-factly.] "Miami...Home eh?" [Stylez questioned with much interest in his tone as Wall nodded with a grin.] "Man, I've been running around doing the devils work for over a year now. I haven't made much out of it. I'm fucking tired of New York and what it has to offer." [Stylez spoke aloud while resting his arm against the shoulder of Chris, he continued.] "I guess I'm going back home." Chris Wall: ”That’ a boy.” [Stylez exclaimed, his grin growing wider.] ”You know Wall, If you were a single man...The pussy out in Miami is amazing, the money has no limit, and my friend, the havoc we can cause could be unspeakable. The city is ours for the taking. I promise you, life will never look the same. This is one hell of a idea Chris.” [Stylez signaled for the women to return, and requested a pair of bottles of Barrique de Ponciano Porfidio. The waitress winked at him before leaning in to whisper in his ear.] Waitress: ”That’s two thousand dollars a bottle.” [She cood in his ear.] ”I know, I didn’t ask for bottle prices, sweetheart.” [Stylez whispered back.] ”Now run along.” [He said as the waitress ran her tongue along the tip of his ear. Wall just stared and gave a light chuckle as she strutted away, he was happy with Anna, and I was happy for him] [Chris' words of a promising tomorrow brought a sense of ecstasy to Stylez. After everything they been through, His mind began to unwind to the drugs poisoning his cranium. The horrifying screams and worried stares of their victims were painted as he began to grin sadistically. Carefully withdrawing his hammer, Chris squeezed his wrist for a halt as once more he looked over his shoulders. Stylez was forced to waken as Chris handed him his drink.] Chris Wall: "What are we drinking to?" [Chris questioned while leveling the glass over his shoulder. Miami? he thought as Stylez nodded, he continued with a smile that couldn't be erased.] "To Miami......... a vacant city no more." [Chris felt Johnny understand his level. They were on a distant planet somewhere, where no one understood their underlying code of ethics.] [People questioned their beliefs when they read within the local news, wondering why so-and-so was murdered; or wondered why their former classmate ended up fucking some undeserving child. Stylez and Wall understood the underlying impulses. They ate at the same table as the most important people in the world, but at the same time they understood the primal instincts of the human demeanor. They were the truest forms of mankind available, yet they could be looked at as the enemy.] ”Wait...Wait...I have a better toast then that one. Let’s toast to those who don’t understand primal rage. Maybe it’s the drugs, but seriously, let’s give the toast to the people who lust blood, but will never taste it.” [Stylez calmly added, his demeanor never altering during the mind altering speech.] [The women around the table looked at the two men, as if they had grown a second head. Both men looked at one another and gave a chuckle. They toasted and gave an indecent proposal to the surrounding three women. The three laughed with an uneasy tension surrounding their apparent unease.] [Time of your life. They had promised, and surely they meant it.] [Resting his glass onto the table, which was littered with the bottles Johnny purchased, Chris messaged his tired eyes as he spoke aloud.] Chris Wall: "Man, I'm fucking glad I took the time to come out here. I've waited a long fucking time for this." [Sure Miami had its history of drug lords and trigger finger schemers, but none this crazed and dedicated.] [A mess of a club junkie appeared while dancing off beat to the music. The two knew his presence, as he coolly approached Stylez and Chris who watched with much awareness. Tripping over his own feet like any drunken man would, he extended his arm for he meant no harm. The two weren't impressed as they continued to examine. Leaning against the table, the drunken fool lifted the bottle of alcohol while suddenly the steel barrel of Stylez hammer rested against his chin.] [He trembled in fear like they’re past victims before him] Junkie: "Oh fuck me!" [The drunk cried aloud while carefully placing the bottle down. Stylez fingers went mining into his pockets. Withdrawing his wallet, several grams of cocaine wrapped in plastic, and finally keys to a vehicle.] [Chris smiled at the opportunity for the two men to play God with such an unfortunate soul. This was the point of the game; they controlled life and death. Just like they did in GCW] ”Listen, we’re going to give you a few options; a few scenarios actually. Personally, I’d enjoy killing you, listening to you scream for us to spare you. I can hear it already; Please, my family!” [Stylez calmly spoke to the man as if they were prior friends.] ”I’m going to give you a chance at life. I’m going to lay out three lines. Two are mine, and one can be for you. Or, you can take the keys to the Porsche and be on your way. Pick your life, and I’ll pick where it leads. Do you understand the game?” [Stylez said through a smile, Wall's eyes had the passion of a bloodthirsty beast.] [The man left with the keys and dashed as quickly as he could in his drunken stupor. Stylez turned back around to one of the bodyguards hidden within the room.] ”Follow the GPS, Find that mother fucker. There won’t be any surprises tonight.” [Johnny rose from the table with a purpose, and then patted Chris along the back.] ”Let’s go blow something up. It’s fun destroying something beautiful.” [Stylez spewed, laughing at his own joke.] [Only this time, he was more than joking.] GLORY LEGENDARY UNFORGETTABLE [So much attention had been drawn to the town, that the opposite side had been neglected. The reoccurring bombings had lead to the defecation of the former castle, leaving it to lie within its own shambles. But the statue stood strong, it’s particles leaving a trace within the dusty ground. Someday a brilliant scientist would find the remains of the broken statue, and make his career out of the findings. The second Jesus would come from these findings, and lead to a greater religion; but for now, it was only a statue breaking apart in to history.] [The blood had run dry within the cracks; its only witness was the deserted premise along its border.] [Chris Wall felt his blood run cold as he lost his control of the region. He had taken a gamble and it didn’t pay off. He was on his own, besides the dozen other troops holding strong within his camp. They were growing tired of the life-long struggle of power. Mutiny was inevitable, but then again, that was a later tale to be told.] [Chris Wall sat within his confines with amassing confidence. He never prayed to a God, believing in his own killer instincts. He was the greatest leader of his time, designed from the prior before him, leading to his future role as King. Once again, Wall knew of his imposed destiny, and was beginning to watch its entire principle unfold.] [With his success came sacrifice; He understood the entire concept.] [The entire third side was lost within the grasps of the two major powers. They twisted, and turned sides until they were forgotten in time. They weren’t meant to amass in to the history of the historic battles. They were bystanders in their own right. They were sidelined to the battles, unable to focus their attentions to either point.] [They were meant to be forgotten.] [Tremors shook the earth, as if the Lord himself was springing from its bowels. The only thing that ever came was the squeal from the earth, shattered at the seams and collapsing to man-made force.] [Again it rained. And rained. And rained.] [The stone began to melt, the cracks slowly becoming extinct, as human flesh began to manifest. Anther crushing blow hit as the stone cracked from the prisoner’s head to toe. It fell to its respective sides, as the naked body of the prior King hit the dirt. His back rose with each breath, as he drew with great fixation for life. He grasped at the dirt, his fingertips scraping along the underlying surface, the sand parting ways from within his grasp. He struggled with his own bodyweight before he found the composure to stand. Wobbly on his own legs, Johnny Stylez looked at his former realm with great surprise. The once beautiful hand-built homes had been long destroyed, along with the confident composure of the place. Almost immediately he took a large scent in of fear, nearly knocking him back to his ass..] [This was no longer his kingdom; he was only a peon within a strange, new horizon.] [His fears escalated as he watched someone approach, a young punk at best. He hid and clenched a shard of glass, clinging to it with his life.] CORNERSTONE FOUNDATION GOD "This one’s to Mastema. Good luck to all your careers. Your going against an Army that doesn't know the meaning of defeat." "Now you’re all fucking ruined." "Danni, Ill start with you. And I was right when I said you would follow suit of Derek and throw in the towel. I mean wasn't that what you're promo about? Paying respect to Derek, and throwing in the towel? It's all I got from it. Besides saying the same fucking thing Cryptid said two times before. Check it Danni, I want you to understand the condition you’re in; the person you called out to the center of the circle. This was disaster in the making, and you ended up waking a sleeping giant, being the sole reason Mastema is about to come to anpurpt end!" "You just fucked your brother Cryptid out of his championship" "Where do you think most of the players in this game got their start? When do you think they became good? They followed the presence of the greatest star before them. They watched someone who had the reigns at their beckon. They watched the one guy who ruled the world with his art form. They then broke down his appearance, his work, and his swagger, and developed their own style from that basis." "Who’s basis do you think they modeled themselves after?" "Me, you fucking faggot." "I’m owed a lot more credit than you give me. I’m the guy that made you better, whether you agree or not. I’m one of the founding fathers of this bitch, and I shouldn’t have to prove myself again. Tell me where GCW was before Johnny Stylez and Sex and Violence?" "But then again, you started an evolution for me. Nothing about me can be stale any longer. It’s time to step back in and spit fire that was unimaginable." "I can do that, can you?" "Nah bitch, because you’re just following a lead that is ready to throw in the towel; Borrowing my heat and trying to start a fire. Well hey, so isn't Cryptid!" "Shocker." "Don’t worry, I’m not upset, I’ve gotten used to it." "So where do we stand now? Well, bud, you're looking for a chance to make a name for yourself. I'm just starting a phase. This is the final run before my demise. I either make it or I don't." "Trust me, I'll make it." "I expect you to shiver before we duel, allowing my bullet to pierce your heart and let this end quickly, it would only be fair for you." "I’d enjoy watching you three die slow." "But then again, I can’t expect every fantasy to come true, can I?" "Tell me what death looks like." "Seriously though, you asked for it. Now receive the consequences." "God I hope you don't try to fight it." "Same with you Cryptid, I hope you follow suit of your leader and the pampered Emo." "Make it a easy night for myself" "See, at Retribution, the TV Champion well change hands, there is going to be a change of the guard. There is going to be a change of ways and there is going to be some new found power change in GCW. Sex and Violence made it a mission to destroy everything in GCW and, dammit, that is exactly what we are going to do. So keep jawing about how you can beat Anna, Tyson, and myself and how you are going to destroy my legacy." "Your a FILTHY lair!" "See, Cryptid, what you fail to realize is you nothing more then a Emo prototype! You tend to be the less of the final version. You are the example that corporate executives are shown before they pass it off to the final stage. You are the prototype wrestler and you are breakable and useless. They always make a better version of the prototype and they always have better wrestlers than the prototypes. You know who that better wrestler is?" "The next GCW TV champion." "I do create careers Cryptid. I create stars and I create giants. Look at all the wrestlers I’ve laid in my path of domination and every one of them have propelled their career. Ya know what though? I’m done with that. I’m done creating careers and I’m done creating ‘stars’. Your career might skyrocket after this match, Cryptid, but it won’t be because you have the GCW TV championship. It will be because the local news station will run a story on a crippled man who is now learning how to read and write. You will be known, after Retribution, as Cryptid…" "The Cripple." "Sex and Violence hasn’t done anything? Are you serious? The better question is what haven’t we done? We’ve been the talk in everyone’s mouths for the last eight weeks. Every son of a bitch around here, wants to know what were about." "You talk out of your ass Cryptid. It is the single reason why you are and never will be anything. You talk and talk and talk about how you’re going to beat me and how you’re going to stop me but you’re so underestimating me it’s hilarious. You imagine me as a IZW superstar and you’re going to beat me so quickly, right? You’re going to beat me so bad it sends me to the mid card, right? You’re going to take everything I have and throw it right back at me." "Like I said a FILTHY LIAR!" "So here’s what I want you to do. After you watch your soap operas during the day I want you to walk out your front door. Breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the day. Then look above you and you will see a hornet ready to strike. The sights are locked and the vision is clear. Cryptid and Mastema must die… even if I have to kill myself in the process. I will swoop down and sting you in one eye. Then you can see what it’s like to be king for a short second before I sting you in your other eye and leave you just like all the other blind men in this company. You will be added to the pile of bodies that I sit upon and I will make sure I hang you for Kat Williams and the other washed up comic to see. Your body will sway from left to right as you spit up blood. I will enjoy the sight and you will be just another example from The Living Legend. The peasants in the village below will look at it in awe for a few seconds and move on in their lives. Why?" "You’re just another victim." "Mastema...just another victim!" "You claim to have everything to gain and I have everything to lose. What will you have to gain when you are dead? What will I have to lose as I become the new TV champion? Let’s flip the script for a second Cryptid. I have everything to gain and you have everything to lose. When you lose what is going to become of your career? You’re going to move from the mid-card to the upper mid-card? Are you going to go after the IC Title and not the Hardcore Title? So what do I have to gain? I gain from shutting up another EMO after he ran his mouth once too long. I gain a fresh body added to my body count, and I move on as being THE NEW GCW TV champion. I gain everything and you gain nothing. I gain wealth as you lose wealth. I gain status as you lose status. You will jump from the main event to the upper mid card. You know what is sad about all this? This is the least hyped event in GCW history. That’s not my fault. It’s yours Cryptid. Do you know why? I’m God." "and you're just a Filthy Prototype." [Pours a 40] "Here’s to those that won’t survive." "I’m awake. Now it’s your funeral, faggots." --FIN-- |