.::. Begin "Judgment Day" .::.

.:Prelude:. (November 13, 2008) 4:35PM EST

[-\\- "And here is your winner, and new nMw World Heavyweight Champion... Joseph Johnson!" The words spoken by Malori Drake a night ago as Joseph Johnson captured his ninth World Champion in his career. His first World Title in nearly five years. But quite possibly, the most important championship he has ever claimed. Why is that so? It would taste a lie to say Joseph Johnson's first years in the business made him quite a little spoiled. This is a man who held four World Championships in his first two months of wrestling, and then two more by the end of the year. But then the struggles came. While an avid member of High Definition, Joseph Johnson only held one World Championship, and ultimately failed to bring his name back up to the heights it once was. Joseph Johnson was overshadowed by many members in High Definition, even if he was in fact a better wrestler and athlete than they were. And once High Definition was over, and Joseph Johnson had taken the ball over to Explicit Content, he once again was overshadowed by the likes of Matt Jackson, Chris Hunter, Shaun Cabalar, Shawn Hardy, Shadow, and his brother Eric Johnson. To some, that would be an acceptable outcome, for this list of the all and mighty professional wrestlers taking part in Explicit Content could easily be taken as a who's who of wrestling history. But what could it mean to a man who has compiled a winning percentage above 90%? What could it mean to an eight-time World Champion? What could it mean to a man who simply dominated much of the wrestling world in his first few years? Well, to a man the caliber and report of Joseph Johnson, it would guilelessly mean that he has lost a step. In wrestling today, it matters not what you have done in the past, but what you have done in the now. To be frank, a lot of younger talent only even looks at the deluded point of view of what they are going to do in the future, citing no real accomplishment in their past or their now, and scrutinizing and blustering one's future. But if the world really cared about the future over the past and the present, what would this place be like now? If Hitler didn't care about the past, would he have started World War II? If the Arizona Cardinals didn't care about past success, would they have signed Emmitt Smith or Edgerrin James? If all that matters is the future... why would they even play the game? -//-]

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.:Joseph Johnson's Den:. (November 13, 2008) 7:35PM EST

( ( ( As the sun as set on the city of Tampa, and as others dine with their friends or sit back and get ready to watch Grey's Anatomy or Thursday Night Football, Joseph Johnson is lounging about his den, watching old wrestling tapes from years prior. Next to him is his girlfriend Koryn, who is also watching, but not nearly as interested in the matter. On Joseph Johnson's other side is the coveted nMw World Championship belt. Koryn slowly drifts off to sleep as Joseph Johnson presses play on a DVD recording of the night before, where Joseph Johnson defeated Ripper. ) ) )

.:Last Night:. (November 12, 2008) 11:00PM EST
[Joseph Johnson is first to his feet, with Ripper soon following. The two exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Johnson misses a right punch and Ripper quickly ducks behind him and applies a Sleeper Hold. Johnson fights to get out of it, but he can't. he drops to one knee and almost looks out of it. But in the last second he gets back to his feet and is about to break it, but Ripper knees him in the back. Ripper tries to knee him again, but Johnson jumps and flips over behind Ripper. He goes to Back Suplex Ripper, but in mid-air Johnson flips him over, spins him around and turns himself around as well and slams him on the mat with his sick Verdication trademark move!]

Jake Anderson - Unbelievable! How is that physically possible!

Johny Blaze - I've nenver seen that before in my life, Jake! But I'm getting word that he calls that move the Verdication!

[Johnson quickly gets back to his feet and lifts Ripper's limp body up. He puts Ripper over his shoulders in a Death Valley position and then spins, twists, and torques Ripper into the Jurisdiction! Ripper is knocked out! Joseph Johnson grabs Ripper by the neck and arms and puts him in the Exclamation of Innovation, one of his signature submission holds! Johnson rips and tears at Ripper! Shaun asks him if he wants to submit and he has no choice but to give in! Joseph Johnson wins the match and is the first nMw World Heavyweight Champion!]

Malori Drake - And here is your winner, via submission... and first nMw World Heavyweight Champion... Joseph Johnson!

[Shaun Cabalar is handed the belt by Malori Drake. He walks over to Joseph Johnson and hands it to him, lifting Johnson's hand in the air with the belt!]

:.End Last Night.: (November 12, 2008) 11:07PM EST

Joseph Johnson Last night, history was made, and for the ninth time in my career, I held a newly won World Title high over my head. And I did so, by besting Ripper and his ugly bodyguard, Cyrus. It was nothing pretty, certianly nothing flashy. It wasn't extreme, nor was it death defying. There were no cages, no ladders, no boxes of glass designed to punish us until only one would remain. This was your simple, pure wrestling style match. And for the first time in my life... that was all I wanted. No gimmicks, no steel, just two men fighting it out. Oh wait, two men? Make that three with Cyrus. No, make it four with Shaun Cabalar. But for once, there was no need to go to extreme lengths. There was no need to take the high dive and deliver Final Destination on my opponent. All I needed was my own two hands and my intellect, and for once, that was fun enough. But like I said. As technical and pure as it was, it wasn't pretty. It wasn't even all that climactic. It really wasn't even exhilarating. Because this match... this match, was the epitome of dominance. Go back and watch the tape with your calculator. You'll see me suplex Ripper fourteen times. Hell, that number alone is more than the amount of offensive maneuvers Ripper had in that match. And if you keep watching, you'll see me hit not one, not two, not even six, but seven of my finishing moves to both Ripper or Cyrus. To say that this match wasn't an act of dominance is to admit your wrestling IQ is lower than Jeronimo's actual IQ.

( ( ( Joseph Johnson turns off his television and rises from his couch. He leaves a sleeping Koryn behind and heads out onto his deck. It's a mildy warm evening in Tampa, and he takes advantage by stting out his second story deck, watching the waves crash against the seashore. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson But if you thought that was a paramounting moment, just wait until you see me in the main event next week. Because to be honest, Ripper actually knew a few of the ropes when it comes to wrestling. But this next opponent is the apotheosis of failure when it comes to wrestling. In all my time, I have never seen a worse performer. And it doesn't matter if it's in the ring, on the mic, or just in a promo backstage. Brandon Blades defines the word pathetic in every imaginable way. To me, this isn't even a match. This is more like babysitting. See, this matches stretches the poles further than ever before. Never in my life have I seen such a pathetic excuse for a wrestler on one side and such a highly regarded, World Champion, Hall of Famer on the other. Just sit back and imagine what this match is going to look like on television... the Blitzkreig on Poland? The 1881 Siege of Alexandria? What about dropping the atomic bomb on the city of Hiroshima? This match is going to epitomize the term "one-sided."

( ( ( To those that don't know, Joseph Johnson was a history major at the University of Florida, so when he speaks of the World at War he knows what he's talking about. Resting on a very comfortable chair on his deck, he continues his declamation of Brandon Blades. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Now, Brandon Blades, I want to assure you of one thing... I'm fine. See, look at my face. No cuts, no bruises. Not even a fist mark. There's absolutely no evidence of that "beating" you gave me earlier today. Now why is that? Is it quite simply because you bunch like my dead grandma? Is it because I was using fake blood or something earlier? Is it because I'm a clone? Yeah, a clone, maybe. Maybe that's what I am. No, no, no... Was it all a dream? Is this all just a dream? Are you going to go toe to toe with the Dream Warrior? Nah... don't waorry about your dreams, because simply put, that wasn't a dream and nor is this. If you want to get straight to it, after all of this questioning and beating around the bush... the fact of the matter is... you're a moron. And why is that? Well, Brandon, it's because I wasn't the guy you attacked earlier today. Look at my eyes, Blades, does it look like I just got my ass kicked by you? If I had a mirror, I'd have to say no. But I don't have one right now, so I'll just take you're word for it. Well, and the fact that I don't feel like I got my ass kicked, but I trust your vision.

( ( ( Joseph stands up from his chair and moves all the way to the edge of the balcony, leaning against the railing and looking down at his back yard as a feint gust of wind blows through, just barely disturbing the calmness of his pool. He continues... ) ) )

Joseph Johnson I want to tell you, Brandon, that I respect you. I want to tell you that, but I can't... because I don't. Beating a man bloody, to the point where he barely has a pulse. Beating him down so bad that he has to be carted off on a stretcher and rushed to a hospital as he fights to stay alive... Actually, I don't respect the guy you ripped apart either... whoever he is. Shit, I don't respect either one of you. You for doing the attacking, him for getting beat within an inch of his life from your pathetic poser hands. But you, Blades. How pathetic can you get? Having to sneak attack a guy just to give yourself an advantage. And then you go and attack Andy Bello of all people. I've known Andy Bello for years and there's not a guy in this world that could beat the shit out of you longer and harder than Andy Bello, but that was before. See, the injuries game has caught up to Andy and ended his career long before it was necessary. So the next time you're holding Andy up in the air threatening him, remember just how big of a man you are bludgeoning a near cripple.

( ( ( It's no secret that Joseph Johnson and Andy Bello have a certain amount of respect for one another. The two have been allies for years, and while Joseph Johnson never asks for any administrative favors from Andy, it's not a secret that they have each other's backs. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson And what was the reason for all of this extraneous attacking? Because you felt disrespected? Geez... you felt disrespected so you go and put your hands on your boss... thinking that's how you're going to get ahead in this place. This isn't the DWL or the IWL. In the nMw you're never going to be anything more than an unknown jobber. You can't run around thrashing on people just because you feel disrespected. You want respect? Go learn how to wrestle. Go learn how to cut a decent promo. Hell, go learn to not be an MVP rip-off. If you can master that, then maybe you can start your ascent up the ladder in the nMw. but until you do that, and as long as you go around with all of this senseless battering, I wouldn't expect to do anything but open shows in the nMw if I were you.

( ( ( Joseph pauses and thinks to himelf for a second, wondering why it is that newcomers to this game of wrestling feel the need to copy every remnant of their favorite athletes. It makes no sense to him and so he continues on... ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Back to this whole MVP rip-off. I noticed that you use the same song as him... I noticed you use the same finishers as him... I noticed that you didn't even care to change the moves names. I also took notice to the fact that you call yourself "The V.I.P." Did it ever hurt to be original? Is it a fetish or something? Kind of like a big homosexual style love or something of that nature? I don't mean to offend you, but what is it? I know when I first started wrestling I used a lot of the same moves as Kurt Angle and Bret Hart, but that's because they trained me. Did MVP train you? Hmmmm? Wait a second, that doesn't make sense. Who in their right mind would want to waste their career away by training a Brandon Blades. Who honestly would want to associate themselves with the name 'Brandon Blades.' I almost don't even want to face you, not because I'm oh so terrified of getting my face bloodied and wheeled out to an ambulance, but because shit, I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. You're a bag of garbage. Why would a champion want to waste his time taking out the trash?

( ( ( If ESPN polled the entire sporting world on who would win in a contest of Joseph Johnson and Brandon Blades, not even the state of Florida could cost Joseph Johnson the popular election. There is only one man right now in the world that gives Brandon Blades even a shadow of a chance on Narchy... and unsurprisingly enough that man is Brandon Blades. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Now, I know you might claim to be an IWL an DWL World Champion, but after seeing your match tapes, I really want to question that. Actually, forget question, the facts themselves prove otherwise. From what I've heard from Dylan Thompson, you haven't even won a match. See, I do something that no one else in this industry does anymore. I go out to that ring and I put on a show, I perform and I perform at a high level. I don't go out there, hit a few moves, put my hand to my ear and drop my leg on a guy's chest. I actually wrestle and I wrestle well. I put on twenty minute matches each and every week. And that's what has gotten me to the point I'm at today. You can't just expect to go out there for a few minutes and think "oh ok, I had a five minute match, where's my World Title?" It doesn't work like that. Same goes for promos in this business. No one cuts a promo quite like me. There's no one else that possesses the charisma that I myself exude. There is no one else that can even come close to stating the facts around like I do. No one can whip a word quite like me. I don't care for those 30 second speeches that you're known for. Could I get my point across in thirty seconds? Of course I can. I can get my point across with one hand to your face. But why would I do that, when I can entertain and showcase my brilliance in the ways that I do now? Don't believe what you're trying to fantasize... bigger really is better.

( ( ( Is it sad? Or is it more pathetic? That a man would have to lie about holding World Champinships? Would one do such a questionable thing for any reason other than self satisfaction? It's no tsecret Brandon Blades is a pathetic waste in the ring and on the mic, is this his way of coping with his abysmal superstar skills? ) ) )

Joseph Johnson I watched your other promo as well, Blades, and I have to be honest with you... those are 30 seconds that I'll never get back. Just listening to the words you speak is enough to turn any man into an alcoholic. To deal with your constant falsehoods and idiotic remarks, however few you may actually spew out in your 20 second promo... is simply unbearable to the human ear. The words that flow out of your mouth and the wrestling ability that ooze through your veins is like a failed design. It's like architecture gone wrong. half the time you make yourself sound and look like a complete moron. Seriously, what is all of this about Joseph Johnson not being worthy of being in the same ring as you? I'm a nine-time World Champion. You're a guy has to lie to himself and say he's won two World Titles when reality is right there trying to smack you in the face and wipe that little hyperbole out of your mind and reinstate it with fact: Brandon Blades hasn't won one fucking match in his lifetime.

( ( ( With only a few words left to say in his disquisition, Joseph Johnson backs away from the rail on his balcony. He moves back to the chair he once sat in just minutes ago and stands there, waiting to come at silence before once again lying back in his chair. ) ) )

Joseph Johnson Despite what I've just said, I must amend one statement, Brandon Blades did tell the whole truth in one deplorable proclamation: "I'm put against someone like Joseph Johnson whos not even in my league." Well done, Blade, well done. You see, you do speak the truth, but there's one unfortunate and seemingly obvious phenomenon about this recital that you haven't quite realized... See, you have it in your head that Joseph Johnson isn't n your league because you're an almighty wrestling conquestador. But the facts sound a different tune Blades. Because to be completely honest, you're not the protagonist in this little match... I am. I'm the one who's seven leagues over your head watching as you can't even crawl out of your own pathetic dilusion. Make no mistake Blades, you can't be the first, you won't be the last, but you are no less the next victim of the Desensitizer. And don't worry, losing to Joseph Johnson? That doesn't make you look bad... it just makes you look like everyone else... But don't expect this to just be a simple wrestling match, one, two, three or a submission and you're out of there. The Amazing One is going to take his time and devour your every existance minute by minute until there is nothing left but that god awful haircut of yours and then... then, you will finally come to the reckognization that you are the most hallucinagetic wrestler walking God's green Earth, because all things being equal, Blades, I'm greater.

( ( ( With his declaration of victory over Brandon Blades now at it's conculsion, Joseph Johnson sits back in his chair and slowly drifts off to sleep in the warm night air of Tampa... ) ) )





.:Epilogue:. (November 14, 2008) 1:23AM EST

[-\\- There's not much more that can be said. The Day of Reckoning for Brandon Blades is nearly at it's hand. The Final Judgment is less than a week away. The malicious, one sided battle between prominence and insignificance. And in this most ominant endeavor, the sins of one man will not go unpunished. November 19, 2008... Brandon Blades faces his Judgment Day. And he who passes judgment on Brandon Blades, will be not just the judge, not just the jury, not just the executioner, but the World Heavyweight Champion as well... the one and only Joseph Johnson... -//-]

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.::. End "Judgment Day" .::.