Post by Speede on Sept 29, 2013 16:59:52 GMT -5
Diary of a Boudle
Looking back now, I can picture it all so clearly in my head, from the first time I asked, “Mommy, what was daddy like?” I would get the most hate-fueled, negative responses one could possibly imagine from her; but, like a fool, I believed her. I listened to what she told me, and when I was just a boy, I grew up wanting to be nothing like my father. I had no idea who the man even was, but I knew I didn’t want to be anything like him, and I especially didn’t want to be him. I wanted to grow up to be the kind of man that wasn’t some twisted bastard, who wouldn’t go around sleeping with women randomly and leaving them before the sun even rose in the morning, who knew what the terms ‘safe sex’, ‘monogamy’, and ‘love’ were… That’s what I wanted, but things changed.
I had not the slightest clue that I would ever meet this man who had wronged my mother, and I had no idea that I was starting out on a path to being exactly like him. I didn’t know when I was just a boy that growing up interested in wrestling, listening to shows broadcast on the radio, watching them on television… I didn’t know that I was falling into the same hypnotic spell that my father had of being interested in wrestling. I didn’t know that by working my hind quarters off to earn the money for tickets to a live wrestling event that I was setting myself up to be in the same line of work as my father. Who would have thought that my dad, Mister Speede, was a wrestler? Who would have thought that I would one day come face to face with the man who knocked up my mama and never once called her back? I know I sure didn’t.
But now, looking at where I am in this world, I realize that it was a blessing in disguise; I was born to a single mother who didn’t know who my father was, or if she did wouldn’t dare tell me, and rather follow in his footsteps because they were his, I got to decide for myself that competing in that ring was what I wanted to do with my life. And it was a blessing also because of the fact that I never knew that I was born to the one man in the WCF who has made unarguably the biggest mark on the company’s history. It was a blessing, because I didn’t know that my dad was the man simply known as Logan.
And the thing about that that surprises me the most is the fact that looking back now, a part of me would have wanted to have known he was my father, to know that my mother had a man with enough of a financial backing to raise me “properly”. A part of me yearns to be able to change my past and give my mama the help she probably could’ve used raising me, and then raising my brat of a little half-brother. I’m not saying I would’ve wanted Logan to leave the company entirely and come be a stay-at-home dad or something like that, but even an irresponsible creature such as The Face of Treachery could send child support. With a lucrative job like he had, it probably wouldn’t be difficult to see him shell out a couple hundred dollars a week for a struggling woman and her pain-in-the-ass child… Because god only knows I was one…
April 29th, 2013
Suffering from some extent of amnesia, much of the past two years was a blur to the young Mr. Speede. He had been dealt a concussion in addition to some other injuries at the hands of a masked man, and after trying to rush himself back into the arena, he had hurt himself yet again. Now, some might say that it was Roy being Roy, but much of what had gone on in the past twenty-two and a half months, give or take, had become scrambled like an egg, a lot of his memory fried away, and the yoke overcooked and dried out to the point that much of his memory had become a blur, from the formation of Genesis to the Hardcore Championship reign he had been a part of, the changing of the guard within the company from Seth’s own possession to that of Pantheon, and then to Bravado, and then between lovers, one true and one phony, and to Roy Speede, the last truly clear memory was the day, was that day in mid-June when it was announced that Roy Speede was the Son of Logan… An announcement that was later proven false.
But by this point, waking up just over a week past his twentieth birthday, Roy Speede grumbled into consciousness, realizing that he was in the back seat of a some vehicle, the vein in his arm bulging out still, and after surgery just over a month prior, the man known by some as ‘The Silver Lining’ was still somewhat cautious about it. He looked about himself, realizing that he was not alone, not only by the inanimate heap of flesh that lay on top of him, but also from the bra hanging from the passenger side headrest. Turning his head slightly, what should he see but some blonde, passed out drunk and completely naked, halfway on top of him and sliding down the side of the seat, filling the back seat of the vehicle… that didn’t really appear to be his own, with saliva that had already dripped down and formed a puddle beyond what had soaked into the fabric of the car’s floor.
Pushing the woman off of him, Speede sat up, wiping the slumber from his eyes as he looked out the window to see the first rays of light of a new day starting to peek up over the horizon, and with a forceful shove, moved the woman from on top of him and onto the floor, jerking her out of what appeared to be a state of unconsciousness. Sitting up, she looked Roy square in the eyes and her eyes went wide as she reached to cover up her exposed d-cup chest. She looked from him, to her bra, to him again, and then quickly grabbed her bra and forced her tits into it before scrounging around, looking for her panties. Speede, on the other hand, simply grabbed his boxer shorts, slid them on, and reached for the door.
Woman: “And just where do you think you’re going? You said you were going to accompany me to go-“
Roy Speede: “Shut up, Boudle!”
The woman fell silent at once, almost completely in shock, either at being called a boudle, perhaps while having no earthly idea of what the term even meant, and perhaps because she was partially deafened by Speede’s booming voice speaking directly to… or rather, at her. Speede grabbed his jeans, and went to put them on until his foot pushed a light pink thong out of one of the legs.
Woman: “What are you doing with my panties? I swear, you’re such a fu-“
Roy Speede: “I’m a WHAT? Listen, Boudle bitch, I don’t care. Talk all you want, but I’ve got better things to do.”
Woman: “Like what? You were going to go to the Braves game with me!”
Roy Speede: “First, I wouldn’t dare be caught in public with your skanky ass. Second, I’m just about done with baseball. Third, Shut UP!”
She draws back and SLAPS Speede in the face, and then pulls her thong on and opens the car door.
Woman: “You’re just atrocious! Get-GET OUT! Get your things and get out of my car!”
Roy Speede: “I don’t think you understand what I’m getting at here… I said two words, and I meant them… SHUT UP!”
Speede shoves her out of his way and puts his feet into his sneakers before grabbing his shirt. He climbs out of the back seat of the car to see that he just spent the night in a sky blue frickin’ PRIUS. He shakes his head with a smirk and starts to walk away when a voice calls from out of the car.
Woman: “Wait! Don’t Go! I LOVE YOU!”
Roy turns around and yells back to her…
Roy Speede: “BOUDLE!”
He then proceeds to continue walking away. Yup, definitely Logan’s son, and starting to show it too.
We find ourselves in the arena just hours before WAR, where Roy Speede has been preparing his long-awaited return, and as he is lacing up his boots to prepare for the match, there is a knock on the door; in walks none other than Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: “Hello? Roy? I heard you were-“
Roy looks up in surprise and shouts in response before Hank can even finish his sentence,
Roy Speede: “BOUDLE! Don’t you know to knock before you enter the presence of The Spawn of Treachery? How dare you, you fool!”
Hank Brown: “Excuse me, Speedo, I just wanted to-“
Roy Speede: “SHUT UP! My name, boudle, is Roy Speede. Not Speedo- Speede. Don’t address me by that other moniker!”
Hank Brown: “Well, I’m sorry! I just wanted to get some input from you on your return this evening and hear what you had to say. You’ve been awfully quiet, and aside from your appearance on Wednesday Night, everyone is wondering what you’ve got to say in regard to your return. Is everything alright?”
Roy Speede: “Hank, let me tell you a little story; see, for years, I was a joke around here, and I grew sick and fucking tired of it. These BOUDLES think they can tell me what to do, think they can boss me around, think they can make me look like some sort of a fool and get away with it. I knew from before I even saw the results of that match last year at One between Seth and Fly, that if Seth lost control of the company, we were all on a one-way trip to hell. Since then, nine short fucking months, we’ve had three or more different owners; I lost count because I quite frankly stopped caring.
See, I wasn’t about to work for Jonny Fly because I knew that, to him, it was all just another game, all some sort of big joke, and that when the time came and went, he’d sell off the company, exactly like he did, and get out of dodge. I got out of the way as soon as I possibly could so I wouldn’t have to deal with him. I’ll give him credit, yeah, he’s a good wrestler; hell, he’s a great wrestler, and if he retired today he’d be a first-ballot hall of fame boudle within this company, but to put it plain and simple, he doesn’t know shit about owning a wrestling business.
And with that in mind, he had to get his ass out of the way and make sure he didn’t fuck things up any worse; he needed a fall guy, and he found exactly that in Eric Price, the complete moron who was on the exact opposite end of the spectrum as far as wrestling goes. He’s wealthy, he’s dedicated to competing in the ring, but he’s as hard-headed as anyboudle in the entire wrestling business today, and it comes back to haunt him. Just look what happened; he took over the company, renamed it, and ran the company with, I will admit, a degree of success Fly never saw, but when all was said and done, he grew soft because of the people around him, and he fucked up.
He signed the company away for absolutely nothing to Sarah Twilight, and she went through and made changes to this company that I never thought we would see. She has tried reshaping the company for what is, in her eyes, the better, but quite frankly, it’s shown that she knows less about running a wrestling company than even Gravedigger did way back in the day. The only, I repeat, the ONLY thing that boudle bitch has done right while in control is restore the company’s original name, because god only knows I would never make my presence known in a place called “Eric Price Pro Wrestling”. Other than that, she’s done nothing worth mentioning. A World Title reign that, for all who had actually paid attention, was anything but a surprise, and now she’s fading from the main event in favor of running the company. She doesn’t belong behind the desk; she belongs in the ring. She’s a hell of a wrestler, but she’s not going to get the job done as the owner.
And that’s where I come in; I’m back now that Jonny Fly is long out of the ownership picture, and I’m making my return with the intent that this company be shown the light. Too many changes in ownership, an unstable roster that sees its top stars hurt or missing every other week, and excessive title changes make this place look terrible. I’m making my return to put this place right, and I’m returning to this place to set some people straight as far as the question of whether or not I’m actually related to the original Face of Treachery, Logan. Yeah, it’s true, I’m related to him, and I’m going to keep the name “Treachery” alive as a second generation star ready to change the family legacy.”
Hank Brown: “Since we’re on the subject of WAR, who do you think are your biggest threats tonight?”
Roy Speede: “Looking at this roster right now, it’s quite obvious who the real threats are in the ring. First off, if it’s true, and my dad does make an appearance, it’s going to be a real treat to see a father-son duo we all knew was coming try to make some history. I’m not going to count out Logan, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see him pull out all the stops and do whatever it takes to win it all over again; after all, it’s just like him to win in a multiple of three, and this is the twelfth WAR, so it’s entirely possible that Treachery takes over and takes the top spot.
I’m also going to mention Bobby Cairo. That boudle is one of the most talented wrestlers in the history of the company, and in reality it’s quite possible that he could walk out of this one the winner. I remember when I first set foot in the company, he was supposedly done in the ring and had taken the role of announcer alongside Zach Davis; oh, how the times have changed, and now Boudle Cairo is back in the ring. He, as well as his Thickness partner Odin Balfore, are both names that could make a big impact any given night, and both of them are names to watch out for.
All of the three people I’ve mentioned before when discussing the ownership of the company can win this; I’ll give them credit, all three are talented wrestlers, but lately they’ve all been preoccupied. It’s nice to see Jonny Fly back in the ring, and I’ll admit I’ve gained a new level of respect for him as a wrestler, albeit while hating him with a passion and hating him as an owner. Eric Price shouldn’t even be in that ring, but we all know he’s going to show up, and with the performance he gave last year, I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an impact. Then of course, Sarah Twilight could shock all of us and become the first female WAR victor as well as the first female World Champion… Any one of those boudles could do it.
The current champ, Nathan Von Liebert, and the former champ, Steve Orbit, are also names to be very wary of. Nathan is one sick son of a boudle, and it took everything he had to end my six month Hardcore Championship reign; he managed to beat Orbit for the belt, and he’s the man to beat in this match; everyone will be gunning for him to make sure there’s a new champion, and I’m sure there will be. Steve Orbit lost the World Championship to NvL, and I will admit, Steve is one of the guys in this business who I have complete and utter respect for. He’s one of the most talented sons of bitches in this organization, and on any given day he could beat any given wrestler. He’s one of the ones I will definitely have to watch out for.
Another one of those guys I really have a lot of respect for is FPV, and Franky… Well, he’s one of those dark horse guys who could really pull this match out of his as if he wanted to. I always looked at this sort of thing as his kryptonite, seeing as he’s never been able to put up the best numbers in this match or make it very far. But that being said, the same is true for the guy Franky fought for the belt pre-WAR last year, Waylon Cash. Those two ended up getting eliminated pretty much right away because they took one another to the limit, and it’ll be interesting to see what they can do when they’re fresh boudles in that ring; I wouldn’t count either of them out, although I don’t know if either of them truly have what it takes for this sort of competition.
Last but not least, a name I have to throw into the hat is… Well, I don’t know; that’s the problem. The masked man who made his first appearance in this company by attacking me forever ago is still an unknown in this match, and that gives him an element of surprise because noboudle knows just what it takes to defeat this guy. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him take the match and win the World Championship home with him; the only question on my mind is who the hell it even is? Deep down, I have the feeling I know… But I just can’t put my finger on it.
Last but not least there’s… Yours truly. I’m definitely a threat to everybody else’s chances of winning this thing, and most people count me out because they think, ‘Oh, Roy Speede, what a boudle!’ but what they don’t know is that embracing the inner boudle fuels me. I’m the King of the Boudles for a reason, Hank, and I’m going to show all of them just what they’ve signed themselves up for with that moniker… I’m going to go out there, and I’m going to make my mark on this match. I’m not sure if I’ll win, and quite frankly I don’t give a flying fuck, because one way or another, BOUDLES are getting laid the fuck out, and I’m getting my chance to show the world that I’m back… Goodbye, Hank. It’s BOUDLE TIME!”