Post by patera on Nov 17, 2011 3:23:52 GMT -5
Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Men who once stood as kings now look up as younger, less bloodied talent, rise to the occasion. A heart of gold, loved by the fans, has put down the two biggest men in the industry as of late in a Hollywood tale worthy of a blockbuster movie. The World Champion fears this challenge, and knows his time is at an end…
Bullshit.
Fuck that shit. WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!! Chuck Johnson, this is hardly far from over. You escaped me thanks to that chicken shit rat bastard, Brett Cross. You pulled off the greatest upsets of the year by defeating Cross and I but rest assured.. Your little streak of luck has come to a final, belly laugh inducing end. Prestige is about here. Do you check your calendar everyday like I do? Every minute that ticks by is another minute that my hunger grows larger. To this point, I have planned to take on one man.. A man who hardly deserves to share the ring with me. Sure, he has been a serious pain in my ass up to now but so is bad weather on occasion.. and I overcome that easy enough. No, Chuck Johnson will not steal my moment. Neither will Brett Cross. At Prestige, I eliminate the last two men who stand in my way on my quest to complete and total dominance. That is enough for now though. You jackasses have come to witness the rise of the greatest champion to ever wear the strap. There will be enough time later to tend to little Chuckie and Baby Cross…
“Check Mate”
By TITAN
Asylum Arena 11/16/11
“Look.. If my client is to defend that World Championship, everything needs to be in place just as we mentioned. I want a fully supported ring, security at ringside, and an EMT presents to pick up the remains of what TITAN… leaves behind.”
Standing in the center of the Asylum Booking office, Barry Jordan jabs a finger into the chest of the man standing before him. There is a feeling of excitement in the air as the world prepares for the company’s flagship show.. Prestige. As Jordan sets up the conditions for the main event, TITAN leans against the wall behind him. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a shirt that reads : MONSTER, TITAN listens with a smile upon his face as the argument continues before him. Listening, the World Champion feels a sense of pride as his manager performes the duties that were assigned to him. TITAN was neither nervous, nor excited as the fateful World Title match loomed near. He knew what was asked of him by now, as a bit of experience in the ring took hold of him.
For the past year, the Asylum around him had slowly falling apart. Professional Wrestling as a whole had taken a dive in popularity in the main stream area and the backlash was clear. Ratings were down all across the board… except for during one pivotal time. It seemed as of recent that no matter how hard TITAN worked to prove his dominance in the ring, it was the returning superstar Chuck Johnson who turned the heads. This angered TITAN to no end, forcing him to request Johnson’s entry into the main event at Prestige. What was once a straight up singles match was now a triple threat… and TITAN would have it no other way.
In truth, it was only Johnson and Cross that stood between TITAN and complete victory. No champion in the past could boast of the same record that TITAN had achieved to this point. He was the youngest champion of all time, winning it twice in one year. All of the major players in the industry that still laced up their boots had fallen to the monster at one point.. Including Cross and Johnson. He was the perfect mix of power and speed, wrapped together in one deadly package. Prestige would be the crowning affair for the Monster of the Asylum, for all of his enemies would finally be vanquished. In other words..
Check Mate.
Finally satisfied with the set up for the pay per view, Barry Jordan tucked in his shirt and turned to face TITAN with a smile. His large New York Yankee ball cap flopped about on his head as he nodded and spoke to the World Champion. “It’s all set, kid. It’s too bad that Maynard Hetfield is out of the equation. This match would have been even more epic with that guy involved.”
“Hetfield cut out and chose the smart road.” answered TITAN with a sneer. “That freak couldn’t even handle an old ass man like Oblivion. How in the hell was he supposed to put me down?”
“I was just saying..” continued Jordan once more. “More names equal more buy rates. We need you to become the flagship of the company once again, Billy. The World Champion should be the one that people think about when tuning in, not that damn hillbilly, Chuck Johnson.”
Standing back up to his full height, TITAN nods as a man walks by with a large bottle of Gatoraid in hand. Before that man could react, TITAN reaches out and rips the bottle out of his hand, only to shove the man into a stack of cardboard boxes nearby! TITAN then uncaps the bottle and guzzles it down quickly, turning to stare at the newly flattened boxes. Wiping the orange liquid off of his lips with the back of his hand, TITAN speaks. “Yeah, well at Prestige I will handle that. That fuck-tard has had the last bit of success in this company that he is going to get. Did you see that last match between Cross and him?! It was like Cross phoned the damn thing in!! Johnson didn’t earn that win… but he can have it. It will be the last one that he ever enjoys again.”
“Either way, let’s just play Johnson a little smarter this time.” added Jordan now confidently. “He played the game the right away against the both of you, knowing full well that you guys were focused solely on one another. He is dangerous… very dangerous. This is your moment to show the world what we already know, that you ARE professional wrestling. TITAN.. THE WORLD CHAMPION.. SLAYER OF ALL BEFORE HIM!!”
Tossing the now empty bottle over his shoulder, TITAN approaches Jordan causing the manager to cower a bit. “Listen.. You just make sure that there are asses in those seats. I will take care of the rest. You seriously need to start remembering your fucking place around here.. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
“Yes.. Yes.. Of course.” answers Jordan quickly.
“I am not Maynard Hetfield or Chuck Johnson. They obviously needed their managers to get the job done. Hell, Hetfield had his ass HANDED to him earlier this year because he was trying to play hero and save his precious little manager if I remember correctly. When it comes to me and you, things are a little bit different. I take care of business in that ring MY way. What comes of you is not my fucking concern. You continue to be useful to me and I will keep you around. If you do not, I will dump your ass into an alley like I once did Terry Jones.. Got it?”
“I understand.” answers Barry now with a sneer.
“Good.” continues TITAN once more with a smile. “Don’t you worry your little high priced ass off about Cross and Johnson. Neither of those men stand a chance in hell of winning my World Title. Cross is tired and beat up. His heart just isn’t in the game anymore and everybody fucking knows it. Sure, he was a hell of a fighter at one time but those days are long over. He KNOWS that he can not defeat me. For the first time in his career, he is not the favorite going into a match and it kills him. His confidence is shattered and his head is just not in the game anymore. Bottom line.. Cross has already lost this match long before the bell has even been rung. I will get on him quick, and expose every one of his weaknesses.. and trust me.. There are plenty. He wont be able to overpower me and that pretty much kills his whole gameplan right there. It’s been long overdue for Cross to finally hang up his horned hat and retire.. and I aim to help him with that little problem. His name will look good on my resume next to the others that I have put away.”
“You really have him down, kid.” answers Jordan. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”
“SHUT UP!” shouts TITAN now, his face growing red with rage. “I wasn’t done. As I was saying, then I will focus on Chuck Johnson. It will be just me and him in that ring after I take Cross out of the picture. Then the real fun begins. It seems like just yesterday that I faced him at last year’s Prestige. I can’t help but smile at the memory of me breaking his back and putting Johnson on the shelf. I will admit though, I never thought the guy would return from that little injury. It was pretty gruesome after all. Yet here he is, begging for a reenactment of last year. I am going to grant his wish, and do just that. I will take my time at first, and let him come at me with his vast arsenal of holds…I mean, all three of them anyway. Then, when he realizes that he doesn’t even phase me, I will throw him around like the trash that he is. He will beg for mercy and cry for finality.. but I will not grant it. Then, I will snap his back for good and wave goodbye as the emergency crews take him away. THAT is what Prestige will bring for him. Hail the Ale? More like, Hail down a Emergency Van..”
Heading towards the hallway and to the parking lot, TITAN turns to face Barry Jordan. The two men exchange a glance when TITAN speaks one last time. “I will see you in a week. Oh, that reminds me. I won’t need you at ringside this time around. I think I have things handled. You can make yourself useful instead by making sure that I have fresh towels ready for after I defend my title. Be a good little bitch.. and make sure they are nice and warm. You know how I like them.”
Heading towards the parking lot with a laugh, TITAN leaves the area. Barry Jordan watches him leave for a moment, before slipping a hand into his slacks and dialing a number. He wait’s a moment, his face growing flush with anger. Finally, a voice answers on the other end, one that Jordan greets with a serious tone. “Hello? Chuck Johnson? This is Barry Jordan. No, it isn’t what you think. I just want to wish you luck at Prestige. Let’s just say.. It’s high time that someone offers TITAN a reality check…”
(Epilogue)
Tick Tock..
Tick Tock….
Can you feel it? Are you watching the clock too? The world is preparing for the biggest show of the year and it will be just that. You see, I am going to headline an event and make it my own personal bitch. Yes, I know, I wasn’t placed on the Poster. That’s fine. I can handle that. Posters are only good to be placed on the wall in a teenager’s bedroom anyway. You know.. Kiddie shit like that. I am the major leagues here. You are looking at the champion of the world! Sure, there are newcomers to the company, some whom are creating quite a stir. The thing is, how many of them can claim to do what I have done in this company? How many of them do you think will actually get close to achieving anything I have in the future? None of them.. That’s right. They can fight over their lame ass Lionheart Strap all they want and leave the World Title to the big boys.
Or should I say.. Big Boy?
The day of reckoning is at hand. Nothing matters to me right now beside Brett Cross and Chuck Johnson. NO match, past or present, is more important to me. The entire world will be tuning in. Some, hoping to watch their newest hero slay the evil in the company.. Others to cheer along their favorite Viking. No doubt, hardly anyone will support me and I would have it no other way. They can boo me and even hate me, but they will respect me. What other choice do they really have?
We all know what the results will be come fight time. I mean, look at the joke that is my opponents! First we have Brett Cross. You know, when I ask myself “Why am I facing this man?”, I still can not come up with an answer that makes sense. Here is a man who I put THROUGH the ring at one time, and that was after I dispatched the entire federation prior in a company battle royal! I have watched this “Viking” idiot underachieve now for a few years and I think I will finally ask the question that sits on the lips of everyone that gives a damn in this world.
“Brett? Why the fuck are you still here? What do you think that you will really accomplish? Haven’t you had your ass handed to you enough in your career?”
I mean, how many times have we watched that Looney toon rise to the top only to crumble like the bitch that he is when the going gets tough. Sure, he is fun to look at with his flashy medieval outfits and loud voice. That’s it though. Once you get past that theatrical shit you are left with a man who can hardly perform in the ring when it matters, unless of course he is facing one of the newbies like he tends to enjoy doing frequently. No, this man has no business facing me. If he is what is left of the great ones in this company then the Asylum is truly doomed. I am going to fucking rip his spine out and hand it to him. He will scream in agony as I feast upon his intestines, leaving nothing behind. Then, when his heart rests within my grasp, a heart that holds no weight or courage, I will slowly squeeze the life out of it.. and let good old Cross drift off to whatever make believe world he thinks he has come from. That’s it.. Period. Enough about him. Cross has already taken up far too much of my time than he truly deserves. Besides, I have a new fish to catch.. and that fish deserves it more.
Hey Chuckie.. Are you still going on about defeating me a few weeks ago? Did it feel good? Tell me, did you at least have pics taken so you can post them on “inbredredneck.com“? I hope you did, because that is the only time that it is going to happen. You know, Chuck, I have thought about this whole story of you returning to the Asylum. This big hoopla about the hero returning home to take down his arch enemies and actually getting it done I guess is a pretty compelling tale to say the least. Fuck, when it’s all said and done, perhaps you could sell the story to Disney later? I hear they are great at make believe shit.
The truth of the matter is, whatever momentum you have going is about to come to a screaming halt. I am going to beat you within an inch of your life. I am not exaggerating here. I took you lightly last time and I deserved what I got. That won’t happen twice, believe me. You are trying to take away the one thing that matters most to me, the World Championship. I can’t have that. You can keep all those retard fans of yours if you want too. They mean nothing to me. I don’t need to be in commercials, video games and event posters like you do. I handle my business like a champion should.. In the ring. If I am known around the world, it’s because I have kicked enough ass to gain some respect. THAT is what it is all about. You are not going to come back after being gone all year and walk away with the World Championship. I just can’t have that. For even thinking of doing that, I am going to hurt you even worse than that idiot Brett Cross. At least he has been here awhile. They had to throw that loser a bone sooner or later. You on the other hand, aren’t ready yet.
Prestige means everything to me. The World Championship does as well. I have fought my ass off to be where I am right now. I have defeated Machines, Daggerson’s, Xplode’s, Bull’s… you name it. Any of those men could easily have been the best had they of not of run into me. I will be damned if I am going to slip up now. Chuck Johnson and Brett Cross, at Prestige.. I will make an example out of you both. The two of you will finally understand why I speak about..
The evil that men do...