Post by CJ on Oct 11, 2011 16:04:27 GMT -5
“Let me get this straight… you want to stick me back in the ring with TITAN again? The same man who put my face through a steel cage wall almost a year ago?!”
The halls of EUW headquarters tremble and shake under heavy vocals of the surrounding area as Saturday Night Vengeance comes to an end. Just inside the arena, millions of fans file out of the auditorium in a rough single file as they head home for the night. Backstage, EUW performers pack up their things and head out as well, exhausted from a job well done on live television. Standing in the center of the chaos that is the arena lobby, Chuck Johnson shakes his head as the company event promoter informs him of the next show’s card.. and his upcoming match. Adjusting a large headset upon his greased hair, the event promoter repeats his sentence once again, this time in a less patient tone.
Promoter: Listen, Johnson…
CJ: Call me, CJ…
Promoter: Right.. Johnson. Apparently, your victory against Immanuel Taylor has not gone unnoticed. I would be happy as hell if I was you right now. Do you know how many people would kill for a match against the World Champion himself?
CJ: I sure do… none.
Chuck Johnson shifts his weight from his left foot to the right as he rubs his bare hands together. His facial expression radiates a sense of interest as he runs his hand through his goatee quickly. Behind him, various EUW Superstars can be seen exiting the arena with bags in hand.
Promoter: So, excuse my lack of patience but I need an answer right now. It’s late and I would love to get home to see my family. Do you want to face TITAN or shall I offer it to someone else? I mean, you have just returned after all. Maybe I can slide you into the opening match of the night or something, you know.. Something less important?
CJ: Look.. I never said I didn’t want that match at all. You keep ol’ Chuck Johnson’s name on that card right next to that big jolly green giant! I just wanted to make sure that my eyes were working alright! I have a score to settle with our current world champion, you know? This isn’t about title belts either.. you catch my drift?
Not really caring at all, the promoter nods his head and pats Chuck on the shoulder.
Promoter: Good. Very good. Do yourself a favor and get yourself some life insurance will you? I hear TITAN has been in a pretty bad mood these days.. (laughing)
The promoter turns around and heads off in a different direction now, laughing loudly, leaving Johnson standing with a stupid look upon his face. His return to the EUW had gone exactly as planned by dispatching Immanuel Taylor but this event was unplanned to say the least. TITAN had been near indestructible as of late. Hell, the memories of CJ and TITAN’s last match still sent a shiver up the angry redneck’s spine and yet, Johnson welcomed this opportunity. He had planned on working his way up the ladder and possibly avenging his loss to Danny Tenfold someday in the future, things were moving along much faster though. Johnson would just have to roll with the punches and adapt. The last time the World Champion and the redneck had squared off, CJ was just a rookie.
Now, he was just plain pissed off and angry.
“Angry: Chapter 2”
By Chuck Johnson.
(Radio) “Last week’s show in the Asylum was a serious smash hit. From top to bottom, you could feel the energy of change as Rivera kept the ball rolling. The one match though that caught my eye was the Taylor / Johnson fight. Our home grown hero, Chuck Johnson, came out to play and made an immediate impact! Redneck Justice was delivered in spades as Taylor went down for the count! How long has it been since we, the fans, have had someone to cheer for inside of that ring with the skill that Johnson obviously has. It’s just a shame that he has to face TITAN next. Johnson is simply going to get destroyed out there…”
(click!)
Shutting off the tractor, Chuck Johnson twists to the right and slides out of the vehicle. On his brow, a large camouflaged hat rests darkened, damp with sweat that was well earned with a day tending to the farm. Removing the hat and exposing his bald head, Johnson wipes his brow and picks up a bottle of beer from a nearby work table. He guzzles it a moment before tossing it over the neighbor’s fence.
CJ:(Mumbling)…fucking fair weather fans.
Placing his cap back on his head, Johnson then obtains a monkey wrench from a nearby tool chest and slides under the tractor wheels, only to crank away at the axle. Even though the large machinery rests above him, his mind can’t help but drift off to other matters. The excitement of the ring still raged inside of his blood, even with his last match ending almost a week ago. If there was any question as to whether his body could still handle the pressures of the ring, they were all quickly laid to rest once the bell had rung. Primal instincts took over instantly as Johnson sought out Immanuel Taylor’s soul, hoping to bring a proper end to the Jack Bull saga at the same time. Jack Bull had been the only person to reach out to CJ, even through all of the disciplinary actions and suspensions that Johnson brought upon himself. It was the least that he could do for Jack to put down Taylor.. and that was exactly what he had done. With that page turned, it was on to the next opponent though.
The history between TITAN and Chuck Johnson was actually pretty deep. Both TITAN and Johnson had broken into the industry around the same time. Where TITAN was obviously gifted in size and skill, Chuck had brought nothing more than an attitude and a smart talking mouth. The fans seemed to instantly feel drawn to CJ though in no time at all as he climbed the ladder to stardom. TITAN also followed suit, with much less adoration from the public. It was his rage and physical prowess that instead offered him the tools that were needed to get the job done. The two men would eventually meet at last year’s Prestige in the steel cage. Up to that point, it was Johnson that had gained the upper hand, besting the “monster” at every turn as the week’s led up to the event. Sadly though, this was where Johnson’s luck would finally run out. In a vicious change of events, TITAN would completely dismantle Johnson, leaving him battered and broken as the monster would go on to victory and eventually become a two time World Champion. While TITAN became the new face of the company, Johnson would go the opposite route, becoming involved in backstage issues that required disciplinary actions until he was eventually let go from the company.
Twisting a bolt into place, Johnson leaned his head back against the oil stained concrete beneath him and took a breath. The heat was reaching in the high nineties, leaving him exhausted and thirsty. Deciding to forgo the repair work until things cooled down a bit, Johnson then slid out from under the tractor only to find himself staring at large dark boots. Keeping his eyes aimed at the boots, Johnson begins to speak in a serious tone.
CJ: Unless you are a here to fix my damn air conditioner.. I suggest you turn around and high tail it out of here.
The boots then step back as a voice begins to laugh. Looking up at the source, Johnson spots a familiar face. Dressed in simple jeans and a casual blazer, Barry Jordan smiles at Chuck Johnson as he offers him a hand to reach for. Johnson instead opts to slap the hand out of the way and rise to his feet on his own accord. He then grabs a nearby work towel and begins to wipe off his grease stained hands.
CJ: I don’t think you fix air conditioners..
Jordan: Ah Chuckie.. Ever the comedian! How are you, man?! It was nice seeing you in that ring last week. You did a hell of a job beating the shit out of Taylor out there! You must be beside yourself with pride! I just thought I would swing by and offer you a bit of congratulations.
Tossing the towel unto the bumper of the tractor, Johnson walks over to a small refrigerator and removes another bottle of beer.
CJ: I always offer a beer to friends when they stop by…
Jordan: A beer would be fantastic!
CJ: You’re not a friend though. Look, I know why you came by. You drove your little happy ass over here in hopes of rattling my cage just enough that I will slip up when I face your boy in the ring in a week. Well, you might as well give up on that now. I am going to go out there and stomp his ass three shades of purple in front of the world, making sure to leave just enough for Brett Cross to play with. Now how does that sound?
Jordan: Oh come on now, CJ. We both know how it will all turn out. TITAN is a monster! There is no one in the world that can defeat that man and you know it. I was hoping you would be sensible and maybe come to a little cash agreement to make things go easier.. and faster.
CJ: Easier? Easier for you, you mean? Look, I don’t mean to sound disrespectful to a businessman like yourself but you are wrong about TITAN. If you want to see a man who has defeated that walking piece of garbage then look no further. I pinned his ass for the three count before and I will do it again.
Losing his patience a bit, Barry Jordan wipes the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief and continues to plead his case.
Jordan: Chuck, you only beat TITAN because someone interfered in that match. If I recall correctly, the man’s name was AJ Valdez. There will be no one to help you this time. As a matter of fact, with Jack Bull gone, you are completely alone now. No one will befriend you with a ten foot pole with your history. Do the right thing.. the smart thing.. and accept this cash payment. Then, all you have to do is make it look legit out there and TITAN will go easy on you. There is enough in that envelope to buy yourself a new tractor! From the looks of it, you could use one.
CJ looks inside of the envelope as Jordan hands it to him. A large was of 100 Dollar bills slaps against his palm as he briefly looks upon it. Taking another sip of his beer, he then looks up at Barry Jordan and offers a large smile.
Jordan: I knew it. You’re a smart man. You see? I knew that not every hillbilly was as stupid as the one’s that you see on Television, participating in those talk shows and such. Now, do we have a deal?
Johnson keeps the smile upon his face as he steps towards Jordan, slapping the cash filled envelope against his chest. Jordan stares on in shock as Johnson begins to speak.
CJ: Yeah, I may be a stupid as hillbilly, but I am not a sell out. You can take that cash and shove it up your high priced ass! You see, I know why you really came out here. The truth is that you watched me in that ring last week, and you see that I have the one thing that TITAN once had.. But no longer does. I am hungry. You may be right, perhaps no one in the company gives a shit about me. That’s fine though, I will just earn their respect, and I will do it by putting the World Champion on his ass! You go back to your hired goon and let him know that Chuck Johnson is coming for him, and there will be hell to pay. Hail the Ale.
Shoving the envelope in his pants pocket, Barry Jordan shakes his head and walks out of the barn. Johnson watching the man approach a dark Mercedes Benz only to hop inside and drive away. Once again alone, Johnson downs the last of his beet and tosses it over the fence, this time with a bit of anger.
CJ: When are people going to understand? There are things that mean more than championships and cash. Hell, I would trade in a championship right now for a working air conditioner!!!
The halls of EUW headquarters tremble and shake under heavy vocals of the surrounding area as Saturday Night Vengeance comes to an end. Just inside the arena, millions of fans file out of the auditorium in a rough single file as they head home for the night. Backstage, EUW performers pack up their things and head out as well, exhausted from a job well done on live television. Standing in the center of the chaos that is the arena lobby, Chuck Johnson shakes his head as the company event promoter informs him of the next show’s card.. and his upcoming match. Adjusting a large headset upon his greased hair, the event promoter repeats his sentence once again, this time in a less patient tone.
Promoter: Listen, Johnson…
CJ: Call me, CJ…
Promoter: Right.. Johnson. Apparently, your victory against Immanuel Taylor has not gone unnoticed. I would be happy as hell if I was you right now. Do you know how many people would kill for a match against the World Champion himself?
CJ: I sure do… none.
Chuck Johnson shifts his weight from his left foot to the right as he rubs his bare hands together. His facial expression radiates a sense of interest as he runs his hand through his goatee quickly. Behind him, various EUW Superstars can be seen exiting the arena with bags in hand.
Promoter: So, excuse my lack of patience but I need an answer right now. It’s late and I would love to get home to see my family. Do you want to face TITAN or shall I offer it to someone else? I mean, you have just returned after all. Maybe I can slide you into the opening match of the night or something, you know.. Something less important?
CJ: Look.. I never said I didn’t want that match at all. You keep ol’ Chuck Johnson’s name on that card right next to that big jolly green giant! I just wanted to make sure that my eyes were working alright! I have a score to settle with our current world champion, you know? This isn’t about title belts either.. you catch my drift?
Not really caring at all, the promoter nods his head and pats Chuck on the shoulder.
Promoter: Good. Very good. Do yourself a favor and get yourself some life insurance will you? I hear TITAN has been in a pretty bad mood these days.. (laughing)
The promoter turns around and heads off in a different direction now, laughing loudly, leaving Johnson standing with a stupid look upon his face. His return to the EUW had gone exactly as planned by dispatching Immanuel Taylor but this event was unplanned to say the least. TITAN had been near indestructible as of late. Hell, the memories of CJ and TITAN’s last match still sent a shiver up the angry redneck’s spine and yet, Johnson welcomed this opportunity. He had planned on working his way up the ladder and possibly avenging his loss to Danny Tenfold someday in the future, things were moving along much faster though. Johnson would just have to roll with the punches and adapt. The last time the World Champion and the redneck had squared off, CJ was just a rookie.
Now, he was just plain pissed off and angry.
“Angry: Chapter 2”
By Chuck Johnson.
(Radio) “Last week’s show in the Asylum was a serious smash hit. From top to bottom, you could feel the energy of change as Rivera kept the ball rolling. The one match though that caught my eye was the Taylor / Johnson fight. Our home grown hero, Chuck Johnson, came out to play and made an immediate impact! Redneck Justice was delivered in spades as Taylor went down for the count! How long has it been since we, the fans, have had someone to cheer for inside of that ring with the skill that Johnson obviously has. It’s just a shame that he has to face TITAN next. Johnson is simply going to get destroyed out there…”
(click!)
Shutting off the tractor, Chuck Johnson twists to the right and slides out of the vehicle. On his brow, a large camouflaged hat rests darkened, damp with sweat that was well earned with a day tending to the farm. Removing the hat and exposing his bald head, Johnson wipes his brow and picks up a bottle of beer from a nearby work table. He guzzles it a moment before tossing it over the neighbor’s fence.
CJ:(Mumbling)…fucking fair weather fans.
Placing his cap back on his head, Johnson then obtains a monkey wrench from a nearby tool chest and slides under the tractor wheels, only to crank away at the axle. Even though the large machinery rests above him, his mind can’t help but drift off to other matters. The excitement of the ring still raged inside of his blood, even with his last match ending almost a week ago. If there was any question as to whether his body could still handle the pressures of the ring, they were all quickly laid to rest once the bell had rung. Primal instincts took over instantly as Johnson sought out Immanuel Taylor’s soul, hoping to bring a proper end to the Jack Bull saga at the same time. Jack Bull had been the only person to reach out to CJ, even through all of the disciplinary actions and suspensions that Johnson brought upon himself. It was the least that he could do for Jack to put down Taylor.. and that was exactly what he had done. With that page turned, it was on to the next opponent though.
The history between TITAN and Chuck Johnson was actually pretty deep. Both TITAN and Johnson had broken into the industry around the same time. Where TITAN was obviously gifted in size and skill, Chuck had brought nothing more than an attitude and a smart talking mouth. The fans seemed to instantly feel drawn to CJ though in no time at all as he climbed the ladder to stardom. TITAN also followed suit, with much less adoration from the public. It was his rage and physical prowess that instead offered him the tools that were needed to get the job done. The two men would eventually meet at last year’s Prestige in the steel cage. Up to that point, it was Johnson that had gained the upper hand, besting the “monster” at every turn as the week’s led up to the event. Sadly though, this was where Johnson’s luck would finally run out. In a vicious change of events, TITAN would completely dismantle Johnson, leaving him battered and broken as the monster would go on to victory and eventually become a two time World Champion. While TITAN became the new face of the company, Johnson would go the opposite route, becoming involved in backstage issues that required disciplinary actions until he was eventually let go from the company.
Twisting a bolt into place, Johnson leaned his head back against the oil stained concrete beneath him and took a breath. The heat was reaching in the high nineties, leaving him exhausted and thirsty. Deciding to forgo the repair work until things cooled down a bit, Johnson then slid out from under the tractor only to find himself staring at large dark boots. Keeping his eyes aimed at the boots, Johnson begins to speak in a serious tone.
CJ: Unless you are a here to fix my damn air conditioner.. I suggest you turn around and high tail it out of here.
The boots then step back as a voice begins to laugh. Looking up at the source, Johnson spots a familiar face. Dressed in simple jeans and a casual blazer, Barry Jordan smiles at Chuck Johnson as he offers him a hand to reach for. Johnson instead opts to slap the hand out of the way and rise to his feet on his own accord. He then grabs a nearby work towel and begins to wipe off his grease stained hands.
CJ: I don’t think you fix air conditioners..
Jordan: Ah Chuckie.. Ever the comedian! How are you, man?! It was nice seeing you in that ring last week. You did a hell of a job beating the shit out of Taylor out there! You must be beside yourself with pride! I just thought I would swing by and offer you a bit of congratulations.
Tossing the towel unto the bumper of the tractor, Johnson walks over to a small refrigerator and removes another bottle of beer.
CJ: I always offer a beer to friends when they stop by…
Jordan: A beer would be fantastic!
CJ: You’re not a friend though. Look, I know why you came by. You drove your little happy ass over here in hopes of rattling my cage just enough that I will slip up when I face your boy in the ring in a week. Well, you might as well give up on that now. I am going to go out there and stomp his ass three shades of purple in front of the world, making sure to leave just enough for Brett Cross to play with. Now how does that sound?
Jordan: Oh come on now, CJ. We both know how it will all turn out. TITAN is a monster! There is no one in the world that can defeat that man and you know it. I was hoping you would be sensible and maybe come to a little cash agreement to make things go easier.. and faster.
CJ: Easier? Easier for you, you mean? Look, I don’t mean to sound disrespectful to a businessman like yourself but you are wrong about TITAN. If you want to see a man who has defeated that walking piece of garbage then look no further. I pinned his ass for the three count before and I will do it again.
Losing his patience a bit, Barry Jordan wipes the sweat from his neck with a handkerchief and continues to plead his case.
Jordan: Chuck, you only beat TITAN because someone interfered in that match. If I recall correctly, the man’s name was AJ Valdez. There will be no one to help you this time. As a matter of fact, with Jack Bull gone, you are completely alone now. No one will befriend you with a ten foot pole with your history. Do the right thing.. the smart thing.. and accept this cash payment. Then, all you have to do is make it look legit out there and TITAN will go easy on you. There is enough in that envelope to buy yourself a new tractor! From the looks of it, you could use one.
CJ looks inside of the envelope as Jordan hands it to him. A large was of 100 Dollar bills slaps against his palm as he briefly looks upon it. Taking another sip of his beer, he then looks up at Barry Jordan and offers a large smile.
Jordan: I knew it. You’re a smart man. You see? I knew that not every hillbilly was as stupid as the one’s that you see on Television, participating in those talk shows and such. Now, do we have a deal?
Johnson keeps the smile upon his face as he steps towards Jordan, slapping the cash filled envelope against his chest. Jordan stares on in shock as Johnson begins to speak.
CJ: Yeah, I may be a stupid as hillbilly, but I am not a sell out. You can take that cash and shove it up your high priced ass! You see, I know why you really came out here. The truth is that you watched me in that ring last week, and you see that I have the one thing that TITAN once had.. But no longer does. I am hungry. You may be right, perhaps no one in the company gives a shit about me. That’s fine though, I will just earn their respect, and I will do it by putting the World Champion on his ass! You go back to your hired goon and let him know that Chuck Johnson is coming for him, and there will be hell to pay. Hail the Ale.
Shoving the envelope in his pants pocket, Barry Jordan shakes his head and walks out of the barn. Johnson watching the man approach a dark Mercedes Benz only to hop inside and drive away. Once again alone, Johnson downs the last of his beet and tosses it over the fence, this time with a bit of anger.
CJ: When are people going to understand? There are things that mean more than championships and cash. Hell, I would trade in a championship right now for a working air conditioner!!!