GODLY MANIFESTO
"The mask comes off."

And there’s Seth. Oh sweet Seth. The man I helped create. Apparently I helped create another—am I right? Yes. Dear James Gemini. Really Seth you should have considered what this all meant before you ever slipped that mask over your face. You should have realized that all you were doing was proving to me that you are no longer worthy of facing me. Seth Dryden cannot defeat Shane Clemmens so he needs to create someone else who can. Like the fat man who pictures himself muscular and fucking sexy women, you picture yourself as James Gemini beating Shane Clemmens for the Universal Title.

You’re saying so yourself. You cannot beat Shane Clemmens.

Oh I should let it go straight to my ego. I should let my ego suck on it like a lolly pop and crunch it down to get the tootsie roll in the middle and enjoy the taste of your inferiority but I won’t. No, we simply cannot have that.

Oh but what happened? Did James Gemini figure out that he couldn’t beat Shane Clemmens either? Did you shoot yourself in the foot with that one? I know dear child, you haven’t held a title in nearly two years and in the realm of SFT and RWA you’re use to walking into and holding a title a month later. Now you’re here at the Pay Per View named after the Stable you defied and you don’t feel that assurance that you’re going to be taking the title home.

Is it gone Seth? Do you really feel a pit in your chest? Does it feel like the same loss as that of a person? Do you feel like somewhere you left a piece of yourself behind? Did you have to fill that void with James Gemini? Do you look in the mirror and see that mask staring back at you?

I do. Every time I look at you now all I see is James Gemini. The guy who thought it would be a good idea to get in the way of the NCV Army. He sabotaged it. Fuck this goes all the way back to the Tag Title match you blew just to start the destruction of No Cash Value. You banked on Johnny and Brett’s jealousy to get you what you wanted and look at you now. You have those same two thieves watching your back. Do you really think Serenity is going to help you if Brett and Johnny decide to take you out? Do you really think they give a flying fuck about you?

Listen to Johnny. He’s already made it painfully obvious hasn’t he? He’s already told you that you’re nothing more than a lower tier member and I know for sure there’s no way Brett will give you any room to breathe. He hates you, Johnny hates you, and I’m certain Serenity does too. They merely tolerate you because you use to be a top star.

What are you now? You’re a blind asshole with a complex. You’re throwing your weight around thinking your bullshit melodrama introduces anyone to something they haven’t already seen in a chicken shit Tarantino knock off. No bitch. This shit might have gotten you a grand slam in SFT but here in F1X it means just about fuck all. You aren’t alpha in The Infamous and you sure as shit aren’t alpha in Fight One.

You’re looking at alpha. You’re looking at all the rest of that fucking cliché. What sets me apart from these other wanna be gods is that I actually fucking exist. Get use to it. The Universe is my creation and I do with it as I want. You and your sad little mask had better get pointed the same way because at Priceless, I’m gonna show you just how fucking blind you’ve become.

Oh and by the way, You’re fucking clown shoes.

Get fucked.

 

 

 

DIRTY MIND FUCK
"God, Revealed."

The day disappears—giving into nighttime. All around are signs of night rolling in—the moon’s already acting as the light source, surrounded by stars. All across the sky it’s open. A patch work of constellations all being appreciated in different area codes however here it’s all overhead… Seems the entirety of the Universe is opening itself up. Opening itself up for creation…

The revelation of the lone creator… God…

I’m sprawled out across the hood of the Challenger. Dominique is glorious in her nudity atop me…

Dominique flings her hair back, digging her nails into the flesh of my chest. She smiles and coos, as she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding me deep inside her. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight. Her rock hard nipples play the points of her firm breasts, pointing towards the sky, picture perfect. Devil horns.

She licks her lips.

“I missed you inside me…” She groans.

“Shut up.” I growl.

“No more playing hard to get.” She moans, arching her back. I grab her by the hips and force her up and down angrily.

“Pick up the pace.” I command.

Her ass makes flat packing sounds against my legs. I grab her by the jaw and she sucks on my fingers… I make her spin around and grab fist fulls of her ass as I fill her full of sin.

“Till…” She groans… “I love you.”

I smack her in the face and she falls off me. I come up off the hood of the car and kneel down before her. I grab her by the throat.

“What did you call me?!” I rumble.

“Lover.”

I shake her and pull her to her feet. I slam her down against the hood and pin her against it. She struggles but I push myself against her—she can’t budge.

“Don’t ever call me that again.”

“What.” She gasps, “What do I call you?”

I point at my face, “Who do I look like to you?”

Her eyes begin to roll back into her head—I smack her in the face as I loosen my grip. She tries to struggle more but I force myself upon her.

“Who do I LOOK like to you?!”

“Shane Clemmens. Shane Clemmens.”

I let her go. She cries out and coughs hard. She grabs across the hood for her dress. I grab her by the hair and turn her over on her belly. I smack her ass and dive into her, I yank her head back by the hair and growl into her ear. She screams out each time I crash into her violently. Mascara paints black lines down her cheeks as she cries.

“You may feel me but never call me by my name.”

“Yes.” She whimpers. “Yes…”

I breathe out fog and watch it plume straight up into the night. I close my eyes and allow our bodies to achieve rhythm…

You love this body.

You love how I make you feel.

You love the youth and all that entails.

“I do. I do.” She groans between beats, “I love you.”

My woman but not my bride. I close me eyes and see Bronwen painted inside my eyelids. She’s licking her lips. She’s touching herself. I can hear her raspy sexy voice screaming out. She’s screaming loud. She’s telling me to watch out. I throw my head back and scream—forcing everything I’ve got out of my lungs. I feel my face light up with heat as snow begins to fall. The first few flakes melt against my cheeks. I look down and make a cross in the snow collecting on Dom’s back.

“One part of me says to keep going and the other says it’s time to stop. What do you think of that dear?”

Don’t stop. Don’t…

“Baby please don’t stop.”

What? What was that?

“It feels too good to stop, wouldn’t you say?”

“Too good.”

Way too good.

I push her down on the hood of the car and bury myself inside her. She tries to get up onto her elbows but I force her back down.

“I make the decisions.”

I pull out of her and let her fall. Her ass lands on the bumper. She looks up at me with black lines streaking her face.

“You are of no further use to me.” I mutter.

“What?” She asks, reaching out to me, “Till?”

“What did I tell you?!”

I grab her up off the ground and pull her in face to face with me. I wrap my hands around her throat and begin to squeeze.

“Shane Clemmens.” She groans.

“Do you have anything left to add?”

“Is…A…Pussy.” She whines.

I snap her neck. She hits the ground like a rubber chicken. I breath out as I button up my jeans and let out a smirk looking at my reflection in the paint of the Challenger.

“He is what he eats.” I pop my neck.

Only the stars above know what I’ve done.

 

Where would we be without our gods?
Where would we be without religion?
What would you do if the power went out?
What would you do if there were famine?

Will you ask your god for light?
Will you find sustenance in your religion?

What happens when the the only voice that answers you
Is your own? 
What happens when the person Judging you
Is you?

Seth Dryden and Johnny Lukas
Both ask for things they cannot have.
They both wish to lead an unleadable group.
They both wish to win an unwinnable title.

Does this change anything for them?
No.
Should it?
Certainly.

No Ca$h Value
Hasn't changed.
It's merely
Making more sense.