Post by Joey Flash on Apr 17, 2015 14:20:43 GMT -5
Buddy and Joey fuccin killed CARO!!!!!!!
It was a beautiful crisp spring day on the roof of La Societa, Joey Flash’s social club and night spot. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and Vincent ‘Buddy’ Roman stood next to his youngest ‘child’ with a smile plastered across his sweaty bulbous face. The pair seemed to enjoy their roof based exploits of late, it brought them great tidings and much joy…save for Zombie McMorris leaping to his untimely demise.
Buddy: How are you today son?
Joey: Knock it the fuck off.
Buddy: It is understandable; you have not had someone looking after your best interests before, poor thing.
Joey: Do you wanna get lobbed off the fuckin building?
Buddy: Dear lord of course not!
He looks at his gut and chuckles.
Buddy: I would fall faster than Bobby Cairo’s credibility. This poor lost child.
Buddy shakes his head.
Buddy: The smart thing for you to would have simply to have accepted my wise statements regarding the state of the WCF World Championship and nodded your head with a ‘Yes sir I will try to elevate the title back to the heights it was when Natural ICE Beckman held the prestigious belt’. It quickly dawned on you that you apparently lack both the talent and the will to match up to my son. Waging war on The Vapor Kings is the worst career move since the reformation of Pantheon. It’s almost as if you want our superior team to wipe you from the annals of WCF history. Here lies Bobby Cairo ‘He never beat Natural ICE Beckman when it mattered’, here lies Odin Balfore ‘Lost to Scarecrow’, here lies Kaz Mazy ‘…nothing notable’. I think it is beautiful how symmetrical things will work out, your career as you know it will be done at the tolling of the bell at Aftermath. I can guarantee you this WCF Universe, the result is already written, the engravings have already been done, and the World Championship will be in my possession and our control once. You will be right there Bobby, you’ll see it first hand, the dawning of another new era in WCF history, the reason that we are the single most dominant force in the sport of professional wrestling, we are simply…imperious.
Joey: Are you done?
Buddy: I thought that was rather poetic.
Joey: It was fucking stupid.
Buddy: …
Joey: Bobby suck a fat fuckin dick. In what world can someone as ridiculous as you ridicule the leader and founding father of the (new and improved, body bagging, toe tagging, death machine that is) Vapor Kings. I ain’t Steven Orbit, the difference ain’t the level of melanin, nor is it accomplishments, its talent. Steve was great, but I’m the best, even at the top of the mountain THERE’S LEVELS TO THIS SHIT. You already know what it is, this shit ain’t a coup by Buddy nor is it a grand chess move, it’s Joey Flash being bored and wanting something fun to do. Your heartfelt wars and battles are a joke to me, this shit is my plaything and I’m batting you around on a piece of string. I could hear the sigh of relief when you read Thomas Bates name at the top of the card with you last week, Joey Flash wins that match you think the top of the card reads ‘Bobby Cairo © vs Joey Flash’? You think that’s how Seth wants this little play he’s writing to conclude, his current World Champion getting killed on live network television? Seth doesn’t want his World Champ killing period. Thomas Bates won four matches, he gets the shot, I’m nearly twenty matches in, never been pinned, consistently the best wrestler in the company and what do I have to show for it? A Television Title reign.
The only propaganda machine running here is the one that Seth is championing that says ‘Joey Flash is not good enough and Joey Flash is not ready’; you give me that shot Bates got? The whole WCF is turned on its head. So before you fun your vexingly venomous Jew mouth…
Buddy: Ah-
Joey: I’m speaking. Before you run your mouth, just understand the situation. The only difference in my standing and yours is opportunity; I’ve done everything possible to force Seth’s hand, what next? Do I need to bust a Justin Cash and run in masked up with SMG’s? Oh I know, rather than spending weeks upon weeks calling people out, attacking people and causing havoc on the shows...all I had to do was make a post on twitter! Fuck you Seth, and fuck you Bobby. I’m gonna be ringside to see Beckman end your reign, and then I’m going to get my pound of flesh. Fuckin joke.
Buddy Roman sniffs and begins to wipe a tear from his eyes.
Joey: Calm fuckin down, don’t take it so bad man.
Buddy: No it’s not that.
Buddy smiles through the snot and tears.
Buddy: I am just so proud of you.
Here's Kathy.
Against all of his better judgement, against all of Alessandra, Buddy Roman, Natural ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris’ better judgement, he had invited his tag team partner for the upcoming Slam for a ‘strategy and business’ meeting at La Societa. This wouldn’t have been an issue for him usually; he still wanted to show Reginald Dampshaw III some real New York hospitality but this was a different animal entirely (pig), the single most annoying, maddening, hair pullingly (not in a good way) mind boggling bitch in the entirety of the federation, Katherine Phoenix was to be his team mate at Slam. He sat at the head of the long oaken table and pulled the decanter of scotch toward him, clinking some ice into his glass before following it with the delicious liquor. He couldn’t help but feel like his premier conference room was to be wasted on this meeting, maybe the paintings on the wall that cost more than Kathy’s entire house were probably a good measuring stick of where this meeting was likely going to go, but for now Joseph was an optimist.
This was the second time in two weeks Joey would have to face a woman in combat, it would hurt a lesser man like say, Howard Black to have to punish a bitch’s dainty face with their fist but for Joey it was a delight that rarely offered itself up in this federation. It was like finding caviar in a McDonalds happy meal. The silence and wonder of Joey’s inner thoughts were broken by some loud rapping on the door, followed by a woman’s voice.
Katherine: Heeeeeeeeeeere’s Kathy.
Joey: Uhhh-
The rapping became a thwacking and the thwacking became a cracking as an aghast Joey Flash watched on as the head of an axe came splintering through his expensive double doors, followed by the happy face of Katherine Phoenix, it made him long for a manic Jack Nicholson to come through the door threatening to beat his fuckin brains in.
Katherine: Oh hello Joseph!
Joey’s face dropped further as she simply grabbed the handle of the door and entered. She stood Axe in one hand and large bag in the other, thigh high boots creeping dangerously close to her mini skirt, which was dangerously close to revealing her nether regions to the whole unsuspecting populace of The Big Apple. Her hair looked like several birds has been nesting in it, with makeup so sloppily applied it was like someone fired that Marge Simpson makeup gun straight into her grinning face. She dropped the axe with a clank and sprinted toward Joey before diving for a hug, he simply sidestepped her and sent her flying onto the table, after sliding the entire length (she wishes) she dropped into Joey’s chair and grabbed his drink.
Katherine: You shouldn’t have!
Joey: I didn’t.
Katherine takes a sip and spits it out.
Katherine: Disgusting, uck, what is this swill?
Joey pulled her up from the chair, picked her up in his arms and dumped her in the chair at the opposite end of the table.
Katherine: What a gentleman! Didn’t I tell you Ducky?
Joey looked blankly at the woman as he sat down and took a sip of the ‘swill.’
Joey: Enough of the ‘Ducky’ bullshit.
Katherine: I wasn’t talking to you, was I Ducky?
Katherine kicks her feet up on the table, scuffing it with her heels.
Katherine: I’m so looking forward to teaming up with you this week, you have no idea what it took to get this matchup.
Joey: Huh?
Katherine: Oh the amount of pestering I had to do, Sethy poo finally gave in after I knocked on his door at 2:30am with Mr Axe and Ducky by my side. I said to him ‘Seth, please let me look after poor little Joey…and beat the fuck out of Howard Black!’ I didn’t realise just how kind Sethy poo really was when he booked both things to happen in one match. It makes me so happy to fighting behind…in front…underneath…on top of and alongside you!
Joey: You…requested this?
Katherine: Absolutely. I am so pleased, my Logie isn’t happy I snuck off here to see you tonight but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him will it Ducky?
Joey: Fucking shut it, just shut your pie hole for ten seconds and let me think.
She sits back in her chair and salutes Joey.
Joey: So I gotta team with this fuckin-
Katherine: TEN!
Joey: bitch, I just want to ki-
Katherine: NINE!
Joey: What part of FUCKING SHUT UP DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!
Katherine crosses her arms.
Katherine: The part where you didn’t say please.
Joey holds his head in his hands.
Joey: Please will you shut the fuck up, please.
Katherine: See, what a gentleman Ducky!
Joey: So not only do I have to put up with Seth’s incompetent match making but now I have crazy bitches joining in with the fun.
So what do we have this week then? Howard motherfucking Black and Eve ‘Street Fighter’ Vega, what a wonderful time we’re going to have Kathy ya fuckin nitwit.
Katherine: It’s great bonding time.
Joey: What, smashing some mong’s faces in?
Katherine: I can think of nothing better!
Joey: Well, I will say this about the state of this fuckin match. This is as close to a mismatch as we have ever had in this federation’s long storied history. A second week rookie who lost his debut and a fuckin dumb rich bitch who looks like she belongs more on the platforms here with her legs wrapped round the pole than having any business in a wrestling ring…who also lost their debut. I won thirteen in a row to begin my career here, I am the greatest wrestling mind, the greatest wrestling talent that this company has to offer, the term ‘thrown to the wolves’ doesn’t even cut it here. You’ve been thrown face first into a burning supernova and seem to be so ignorant that you don’t even realise it yet.
For all of Kathy P’s shortcomings, of which there are many, being weak is not one of them. I think she’s a weird psychopathic cunt, but she’s also the best female wrestler in the company. You think Chelsea Armstrong could hang for more than three minutes in my world? Bitch please, Kathy P would wipe the fuckin floor with any other bitch in this entire place…so like, all two of you. You put us together in an inter-gender type sack of shit match and shit man this isn’t even a fair fight by any measurement.
What confidence can the pair of you even be bringing into this match? This is like walking down a train line and getting into a fighting stance as a 200 tonne hunk of metal is charging toward you and thinking you’re gonna come away with the victory when everyone else in the world watching the train wreck unfold know that you will be dead in seconds. This is going to be brutal, this is going to be quick and this is going to be the baptism of blood you will need to really know what the fuck it takes to even so much as survive in this place.
Katherine: Wow, keep speaking.
She was staring across the table, a look of awe in her heavily mascara lined eyes and an infectious smile creeping across her crimson lips.
Joey: So that’s all it takes to shut you up?
Katherine: Huh sorry what did you say? I was lost in your words.
Joey: Come on ya bitch. We’re going for a drink, fuck this room.
Katherine: Yeah that’s right Ducky fuck it right up its tight virgin ass.
Joey: Uhh-
Kathrine grabbed her bag and her axe and began skipping from the room.
Joey: Leave the axe, please.
Katherine: Oh Ducky he learned to say please. Gentlemen through and through!
Cheater cheater, woman beater.
The odd couple had made it two bars down the street and were now sat in a dank and grimy dive of a bar. Katherine took a sip of her drink and ran a hand through her hair as she stared at Joey Flash. The man was majestic, his chiselled jawline, his high cheekbones, his long flowing locks and his delightful deep blue eyes. She enjoyed those as much as she enjoyed his words.
Joey: Kathy you stupid cunt, wakey wakey.
Katherine snapped back into reality.
Katherine: Yeah Howard Black is a cunt isn’t he?
Joey: Well, yes, but that’s not what I was-
Katherine: Did you hear him; he doesn’t want to fight women, truly unbelievable isn’t it? I think rather than any chivalrous nature he is simply a coward, he’s scared of the beating I would deliver to his worthless self. See, this man isn’t a true gentlemen, he’s not like you Jo-Jo, you put me into my place; I love nothing more than a man willing to beat me within an inch of my life. It makes me tingle.
Joey: Howie welcome to the WCF, you’re a good egg. You’re a traditional man, a man of honour, a man of morals, and a man of high standing. A family man who treats all those how he wishes to be treated. Clap, applause. You’re stepping into the ring with a man with shit for honour, not a moral bone in his body who treats everyone exactly how they deserve to be treated which in your case Mr Black is like a whiny little fucker who thinks himself some kind of white knight for the female gender. Fuck you and fuck the three legged lame horse called Eve you’re riding in on.
See what would have been a better opening gambit to making your name in the WCF would have been to I dunno maybe succeed in your first match? Fuck maybe you could even call some people out, y’know get the place buzzing about wanting to see you fight people. What do you do instead? The exact fuckin opposite and give a list of people you DON’T want to face, namely those with a twat and some tits. Fuck me; if I were you I’d be happy to be facing some easy competition.
Joey smiled a snide smile.
Yes girls I said it, you are you weak, slow witted and not belonging in the ring with Joey Flash. So Howard, we are brothers in arms! You’re just scared to tell it how it is, don’t sugar coat ya fuckin words. You don’t think that these bitches don’t belong in the ring with someone with your psychical gifts and guess what, you’re fuckin right. Coward ass motherfucka, you’re the type to stand on your soapbox and condemn any type of racism you see or hear in the media yet after a couple of beers you start slipping the N-Word in like ya singing along with an NWA album. If a brother confronts you on it you’d be all
‘Man-‘
‘Nigga, MAN WHAT?!’
‘I-I- I didn’t mean anything by it I was just sayin-‘
‘YOU WERE JUST SAYING WHAT?!’
Punk ass bitch. You’re every weak faggot that has walked through the revolving door this federation has, seen the fire and felt the heat and turned tail right back out that door. This will prove to be absolutely no different in your case.
Honey Badger, you’re every man’s example of a chump with a little-man’s complex, you turned to this sport why exactly? All five foot eight inches of fuckin vapidity now get to grace our screens. You shoulda stayed right put in the Indies wherever the fuck you came from. Now you’re fighting in a land of monsters and giants, I know exactly why you took this route. You’re every man with no self-esteem fighting for recognition in a sport they should feasibly have no chance in. If you lose, ah no biggie he’s just a midget. If he wins? God damn son he’s the best thing since sliced Grime. You’re the only type of wrestler who could get title shots by losing every fuckin match they’re ever booked in, which is funny because that’s gonna be your only experience of being in the WCF after Sunday night. See you’re not doing things the way they should be done, ya get chucked in against the best right now, the path you should be taking is fighting the likes of Adam Young and then movin on up like The Jeffersons…but now you’re just doomed to remain a walking bodybag.
Katherine: Excuse me, I need to go…pamper.
Joey: Yeah fuck off ya bitch, I’m in the middle of something.
Katherine: Want a drink?
Joey: Bitch, leave.
Howie you have every disadvantage in the god damn fuckin world in this match. I’m bigger, I’m faster, I’m stronger, I’m more experienced in this ring, I’m a superior strategist, I fight better and I fuckin smoke more. You’re so incredibly outmatched it’s going to be sad for you, what’s this I hear ‘But the kid got TENACITY!’ I’m ten steps ahead of you…like when you walkin with your ugly wife.
You ain’t a ‘Lost Boy’, you’re a cheap, weak faggot who is gonna be swiftly annihilated and staked all the way back into the ether where you belong, see the one thing about performing in the WCF I could never stomach; all the fuckin faggots.
If you were to fight Kathy by yourself one on one you would still lose, how does that make you feel? I’m just the overkill to the already stirring pot you’d plopped yourselves into. Kathy on her period would probably shatter your soul to pieces simply by shouting at you, on a good day she’ll still fuckin dismantle you.
Much to Katherine’s delight she returned to the table just to hear the only faint praise she was likely to receive from Joey Flash this evening…or ever.
Katherine: Wow you really think that highly of me?
Joey: Oh for fucks sake-
Katherine: Look! I was in the bathroom and Ducky did these for me, he was listening very intently and he definitely does not like the sound of this Howard Black character!
Joey: Uhh, what I didn’t make-
Katherine: I told you Joey, Ducky did it!
Joey: Enough, who in the fuck is Ducky?
Katherine: He’s my friend, he really likes you too.
Joey: Can I meet…Ducky?
Katherine: Nope, I don’t duck on a first date.
Joey: Bitch this is not a date, we are having a team building drink, that is IT.
Katherine: Oh shy guy.
Joey: We’re leaving.
Katherine: Where to?!
Joey: Hopefully you and I going our separate ways.
Katherine: Let’s go walk in the park!
Joey: Fuck off.
Katherine: I’ll buy you an ice cream.
Joey: Fuck on.
Mr Whippy
The pair walked through the late evening hubbub of Van Cortlandt Park, Joey trying to keep at least five steps ahead of Katherine Phoenix at all times, she wasn’t quite a Sarah Black, but she was damn near close. Her attire was drawing lots of attention, from catcalls to jaw dropped stares of gawking buffoons Joey couldn’t quite tell what was so appealing about the woman, but different strokes for different folks. They stopped in front of an Ice Cream vendor truck and Kathy stood on her tip toes to order.
Katherine: I want the biggest lump of chocolate you have!
Joey: The ‘Big Train’.
Katherine: Oh no, couldn’t fit that one in my mouth. Give me ‘The Mack’.
Joey: I will have a standard vanilla, with a flake.
Katherine: Boo how boring!
Joey: Pay the man and we leave.
Katherine: No no, that’s not how we do things here Joey!
The vendor smiled.
Vendor: That will be four do-
He was cut short as she dragged the man from his truck and caught him with a boot straight to his face.
Joey: What the fuck are you doing?
Katherine: Getting free ice cream.
The vendor was unconscious and blood began seeping from his head.
Joey: Oh right, carry on.
The pair grab their delicious creamy desserts and begin toddling through the park, stopping only for a good lick.
Katherine: I get to fight another woman on Sunday, I’m so very excited. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to beat the fuck out of a stupid fucking bimbo til the point she is crying and begging me to stop. I cannot wait!
Joey: Yeah it’s been a long time for me too, all of about a week since I beat the shit out of your dumbass.
Katherine: What a wild ride it was too.
Joey: Do you want a fuckin black eye? Shut up.
Katherine: Oh you sweet talker you.
Joey: We get the ever loving joys of facing the delightful Eve Vega this weekend. This is going to be a mighty good tussle isn’t it? Which stone will I use to evolve Evie? Will it be a diamond that turns her into a fat slob of a housewife or a brick to beat her grey matter out her ugly mug? I choose you, number two!
So we go from humble warrior to stuck up princess in a matter of seconds. What is it with you fucking people? How do you find your way into this business? This isn’t a playground, this isn’t something that you can just watch and television and then stroll right into the big leagues and perform. I couldn’t hit a Clayton Kershaw fastball nor throw down an alley oop from CP3 so what gives with this? We even give explicit fucking warnings ‘Don’t try this at home’ but no that warning doesn’t work with the likes of people as dense as you does it Eve? You simply see it as a challenge, ‘Oh they said I can’t try it at home, so let me try it instead in the most high octane, brutal, challenging professional federation the world has to offer’. Well fucking done, great logic. You will get precisely…your head beaten in for such a ridiculous way of thinking, so kinda fitting that you get dropped into this match ain’t it?
You remind me of every stupid groupie slut who hits me up after the shows and wants a shot at the big time, ‘Oh Joey put in a good word, I can do everything these other women can’. See this is where you got shit twisted, it’s funny that you Eve are everything your partner Mr Black was railing against, you’re the T&A, you’re the airhead, you are the person with no athletic or combat background trying to make something of themselves in a business they have no comprehension of. My partner on the other hand lives for this shit, well she barely lives for much else, so this is it for her. Chelsea Armstrong as much of a spastic she is will bleed for this business, she’s worked and strived and trained for everything she has ever gotten. See what doesn’t happen here is you don’t get handed opportunities for what’s in your pants, it’s about hard fucking work…except in my case where fuck all helps, but still. You think you can get your own way, same way life has worked for you every second of every day until now. Well I’m here to finally slap Clarissa in the face and tell her we don’t give a fuck about her explaining it all.
You’ve trained six or so months and think you’re ready for this. Wow, what sheer temerity on this girl, look at the big balls on bitchface. You worked at Subway. That’s not a joke, that’s real fact. While people here were learning to cut off the ring, you were learning to cut off the crust, while people were learning to put more sauce on their punches you were learning to put more sauce on the sandwiches, while people were taking orders from their trainers you were taking orders from total strangers. People travelled all over to see the skills of the girl at Subway who was getting masterful at making the greatest sandwiches, funny because I’ve got bitches from all over town wanting to hop on the subway and come eat on my footlong.
You fuckin midget bitch, this is probably the shortest combined height I’ve seen in a team. Put the two of you bastards together and you make a total height of ‘Average’. You Miss Vega are the single most stupid wrestler I’ve seen waltz through the doors here, you offer nothing but a worthless stereotype of everything that is wrong with female wrestlers in this business, treated like a joke because of jokes like you. I guess when you stand at 5’7 and 120lbs how deep can you really be?
I wouldn’t even touch you with Occulo’s dick, I seen you backstage; blow, hand, rim…bitch offering more jobs than the Department of Labor. Bitch fuck it, then suck it…get up and wipe ya mouth. I turned this bitch down and she was all like ‘Come on at least watch a film with me!’ I told her ‘Bitch yeah, if ya head slammin like DDT’; if I got seen with you I’d probably catch a weapons charge for having a ratchet with me.
Joey shakes his head and laughs.
Joey: No more games with you, I ain’t even gonna get playful I’m gonna be straight up hateful. You think Kathy P is bad, just wait til I’ve got my hands round ya neck choking the spoiled little princess out of you and beating the scared timid woman’s shelter fodder in you. There is nowhere for you to go in this match, I’m gonna fuckin kill you stupid bitches for thinking they belong. I’m not even going to toy with you, I’m gonna destroy you…see I treat the girls nice, first I’ll be your friend, be kind and tell you that you can do well here. I’ll empower, then I’ll devour, deflower, you’ll be beating your head against the wall crying that you’re still dirty while curled up in a ball inside your shower…this bitch won’t run, but her eyeliner will.
Kathy lets out a small moan.
Katherine: Oh fuck…
Joey: Too much.
Katherine: Oh no, that was…just right.
She bites her bottom lip and a trickle of blood begins to run down her chin, she quickly licks it off and gazes once more at Joey.
Katherine: You’re perfect.
Joey: Yeah the ice cream is delightful isn’t it?
Katherine: Oh yes, it taste delightful, doesn’t it Ducky?
Katherine slides the remainder of her cone off as it plops onto the floor.
Katherine: Eat up Ducky!
Joey: Uhhh-
Katherine: Good Ducky! Let’s go!
Joey: Our separate ways?
Katherine: Oh that time already? Ducky sad!
Joey: Make like a tree and fuck off.
Katherine looked at the floor saddened and began sloping off sadly away.
Joey: Oh and Kathy…
She turns round, an excited look flashes across her face.
Joey: You’re a cunt.
She jumps up and down with a ‘yay’ before skipping, treacherously with those heels sheesh, away from Joey. With a sigh Joey flops to the floor and reclines on the cool grass. This wasn’t a match that excited him, nor fuelled his competitive spirit. Was Cairo right after all? Was this all Joey Flash would ever amount to, sideshow? A lesser man would have crumbled after all of this adversity, it was true all these wrestlers had done more in their short careers than Joey Flash had, he was nearing half a year and what did he have to show for it? Absolutely fuckin nada, no World Title reign, not even so much a sniff of any other belt in the company, was this how his life would turn out? The only thing in the world he could be proud of, that he was any good at, the only thing in the world that made his body sing and his mind dance. It was like being the rightful heir to the throne and seeing every pauper on the street just striding closer and closer toward the crown while you’re getting lost in the crowds and just being…forgotten.
He stared at the sun for a few moments before the hazy burn forced him to avert his eyes. Is this what happens when you dare to dream, when you flirt with perfection? Joey Flash soaring high above all the clouds here in the WCF but the wax was being melted away by the machinations of one Seth Lerch. Joey smiled to himself, fine. I’ll be the prince that everyone forgets, I’ll be the name whispered in the hallways in conversations that always seem to end every time someone walks past. He began to laugh, if people were watching him they would have taken him for a mad man.
Joey: This is the way it had to be I guess.
What is he doing here? Eve Vega and Howard Black. He felt physically sick at the very idea that this was what he had been reduced to. He had the artillery and the arsenal, all the firepower in the fucking world to take whatever he desired all he lacked was the opportunity, the declaration of war. Fine, it can’t be helped anymore, fuck brotherhood, fuck friendship, fuck everything. He remembered his words earlier the day when on the roof of La Societa with his new manager, he gripped a fist in anger. You're really just gonna stand there are you Joey, you're gonna cheer and you're gonna support like a good little boy? Joey Flash sat up. He hated Cairo, he had hated Beckman, the two men that had everything he hadn’t, the two men that held all the cards, the chip leaders at the table while little Joseph had to fold again and again. They were to fight once more at Aftermath all the while little Joseph would have to stand outside like a good brother and shout ‘Go ICE!’ Any cheers, any support would be as hollow as his promises of pacifism. This wasn’t a match to be a bystander; this wasn’t a match where he could sit idly by and go silently into the night. This wasn’t about Vapor Kings and Poondock Saints, this wasn’t about friendship, hate, family or rivalry. This was about Joseph fucking Flash. This match wouldn’t be a crowning ceremony, a hard fought win or loss, a definitive winner of the epic feud between the two top names in the federation. This was going to be a fucking statement.
Joey: Long live the Emperor.
It was a beautiful crisp spring day on the roof of La Societa, Joey Flash’s social club and night spot. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and Vincent ‘Buddy’ Roman stood next to his youngest ‘child’ with a smile plastered across his sweaty bulbous face. The pair seemed to enjoy their roof based exploits of late, it brought them great tidings and much joy…save for Zombie McMorris leaping to his untimely demise.
Buddy: How are you today son?
Joey: Knock it the fuck off.
Buddy: It is understandable; you have not had someone looking after your best interests before, poor thing.
Joey: Do you wanna get lobbed off the fuckin building?
Buddy: Dear lord of course not!
He looks at his gut and chuckles.
Buddy: I would fall faster than Bobby Cairo’s credibility. This poor lost child.
Buddy shakes his head.
Buddy: The smart thing for you to would have simply to have accepted my wise statements regarding the state of the WCF World Championship and nodded your head with a ‘Yes sir I will try to elevate the title back to the heights it was when Natural ICE Beckman held the prestigious belt’. It quickly dawned on you that you apparently lack both the talent and the will to match up to my son. Waging war on The Vapor Kings is the worst career move since the reformation of Pantheon. It’s almost as if you want our superior team to wipe you from the annals of WCF history. Here lies Bobby Cairo ‘He never beat Natural ICE Beckman when it mattered’, here lies Odin Balfore ‘Lost to Scarecrow’, here lies Kaz Mazy ‘…nothing notable’. I think it is beautiful how symmetrical things will work out, your career as you know it will be done at the tolling of the bell at Aftermath. I can guarantee you this WCF Universe, the result is already written, the engravings have already been done, and the World Championship will be in my possession and our control once. You will be right there Bobby, you’ll see it first hand, the dawning of another new era in WCF history, the reason that we are the single most dominant force in the sport of professional wrestling, we are simply…imperious.
Joey: Are you done?
Buddy: I thought that was rather poetic.
Joey: It was fucking stupid.
Buddy: …
Joey: Bobby suck a fat fuckin dick. In what world can someone as ridiculous as you ridicule the leader and founding father of the (new and improved, body bagging, toe tagging, death machine that is) Vapor Kings. I ain’t Steven Orbit, the difference ain’t the level of melanin, nor is it accomplishments, its talent. Steve was great, but I’m the best, even at the top of the mountain THERE’S LEVELS TO THIS SHIT. You already know what it is, this shit ain’t a coup by Buddy nor is it a grand chess move, it’s Joey Flash being bored and wanting something fun to do. Your heartfelt wars and battles are a joke to me, this shit is my plaything and I’m batting you around on a piece of string. I could hear the sigh of relief when you read Thomas Bates name at the top of the card with you last week, Joey Flash wins that match you think the top of the card reads ‘Bobby Cairo © vs Joey Flash’? You think that’s how Seth wants this little play he’s writing to conclude, his current World Champion getting killed on live network television? Seth doesn’t want his World Champ killing period. Thomas Bates won four matches, he gets the shot, I’m nearly twenty matches in, never been pinned, consistently the best wrestler in the company and what do I have to show for it? A Television Title reign.
The only propaganda machine running here is the one that Seth is championing that says ‘Joey Flash is not good enough and Joey Flash is not ready’; you give me that shot Bates got? The whole WCF is turned on its head. So before you fun your vexingly venomous Jew mouth…
Buddy: Ah-
Joey: I’m speaking. Before you run your mouth, just understand the situation. The only difference in my standing and yours is opportunity; I’ve done everything possible to force Seth’s hand, what next? Do I need to bust a Justin Cash and run in masked up with SMG’s? Oh I know, rather than spending weeks upon weeks calling people out, attacking people and causing havoc on the shows...all I had to do was make a post on twitter! Fuck you Seth, and fuck you Bobby. I’m gonna be ringside to see Beckman end your reign, and then I’m going to get my pound of flesh. Fuckin joke.
Buddy Roman sniffs and begins to wipe a tear from his eyes.
Joey: Calm fuckin down, don’t take it so bad man.
Buddy: No it’s not that.
Buddy smiles through the snot and tears.
Buddy: I am just so proud of you.
Here's Kathy.
Against all of his better judgement, against all of Alessandra, Buddy Roman, Natural ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris’ better judgement, he had invited his tag team partner for the upcoming Slam for a ‘strategy and business’ meeting at La Societa. This wouldn’t have been an issue for him usually; he still wanted to show Reginald Dampshaw III some real New York hospitality but this was a different animal entirely (pig), the single most annoying, maddening, hair pullingly (not in a good way) mind boggling bitch in the entirety of the federation, Katherine Phoenix was to be his team mate at Slam. He sat at the head of the long oaken table and pulled the decanter of scotch toward him, clinking some ice into his glass before following it with the delicious liquor. He couldn’t help but feel like his premier conference room was to be wasted on this meeting, maybe the paintings on the wall that cost more than Kathy’s entire house were probably a good measuring stick of where this meeting was likely going to go, but for now Joseph was an optimist.
This was the second time in two weeks Joey would have to face a woman in combat, it would hurt a lesser man like say, Howard Black to have to punish a bitch’s dainty face with their fist but for Joey it was a delight that rarely offered itself up in this federation. It was like finding caviar in a McDonalds happy meal. The silence and wonder of Joey’s inner thoughts were broken by some loud rapping on the door, followed by a woman’s voice.
Katherine: Heeeeeeeeeeere’s Kathy.
Joey: Uhhh-
The rapping became a thwacking and the thwacking became a cracking as an aghast Joey Flash watched on as the head of an axe came splintering through his expensive double doors, followed by the happy face of Katherine Phoenix, it made him long for a manic Jack Nicholson to come through the door threatening to beat his fuckin brains in.
Katherine: Oh hello Joseph!
Joey’s face dropped further as she simply grabbed the handle of the door and entered. She stood Axe in one hand and large bag in the other, thigh high boots creeping dangerously close to her mini skirt, which was dangerously close to revealing her nether regions to the whole unsuspecting populace of The Big Apple. Her hair looked like several birds has been nesting in it, with makeup so sloppily applied it was like someone fired that Marge Simpson makeup gun straight into her grinning face. She dropped the axe with a clank and sprinted toward Joey before diving for a hug, he simply sidestepped her and sent her flying onto the table, after sliding the entire length (she wishes) she dropped into Joey’s chair and grabbed his drink.
Katherine: You shouldn’t have!
Joey: I didn’t.
Katherine takes a sip and spits it out.
Katherine: Disgusting, uck, what is this swill?
Joey pulled her up from the chair, picked her up in his arms and dumped her in the chair at the opposite end of the table.
Katherine: What a gentleman! Didn’t I tell you Ducky?
Joey looked blankly at the woman as he sat down and took a sip of the ‘swill.’
Joey: Enough of the ‘Ducky’ bullshit.
Katherine: I wasn’t talking to you, was I Ducky?
Katherine kicks her feet up on the table, scuffing it with her heels.
Katherine: I’m so looking forward to teaming up with you this week, you have no idea what it took to get this matchup.
Joey: Huh?
Katherine: Oh the amount of pestering I had to do, Sethy poo finally gave in after I knocked on his door at 2:30am with Mr Axe and Ducky by my side. I said to him ‘Seth, please let me look after poor little Joey…and beat the fuck out of Howard Black!’ I didn’t realise just how kind Sethy poo really was when he booked both things to happen in one match. It makes me so happy to fighting behind…in front…underneath…on top of and alongside you!
Joey: You…requested this?
Katherine: Absolutely. I am so pleased, my Logie isn’t happy I snuck off here to see you tonight but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him will it Ducky?
Joey: Fucking shut it, just shut your pie hole for ten seconds and let me think.
She sits back in her chair and salutes Joey.
Joey: So I gotta team with this fuckin-
Katherine: TEN!
Joey: bitch, I just want to ki-
Katherine: NINE!
Joey: What part of FUCKING SHUT UP DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!
Katherine crosses her arms.
Katherine: The part where you didn’t say please.
Joey holds his head in his hands.
Joey: Please will you shut the fuck up, please.
Katherine: See, what a gentleman Ducky!
Joey: So not only do I have to put up with Seth’s incompetent match making but now I have crazy bitches joining in with the fun.
So what do we have this week then? Howard motherfucking Black and Eve ‘Street Fighter’ Vega, what a wonderful time we’re going to have Kathy ya fuckin nitwit.
Katherine: It’s great bonding time.
Joey: What, smashing some mong’s faces in?
Katherine: I can think of nothing better!
Joey: Well, I will say this about the state of this fuckin match. This is as close to a mismatch as we have ever had in this federation’s long storied history. A second week rookie who lost his debut and a fuckin dumb rich bitch who looks like she belongs more on the platforms here with her legs wrapped round the pole than having any business in a wrestling ring…who also lost their debut. I won thirteen in a row to begin my career here, I am the greatest wrestling mind, the greatest wrestling talent that this company has to offer, the term ‘thrown to the wolves’ doesn’t even cut it here. You’ve been thrown face first into a burning supernova and seem to be so ignorant that you don’t even realise it yet.
For all of Kathy P’s shortcomings, of which there are many, being weak is not one of them. I think she’s a weird psychopathic cunt, but she’s also the best female wrestler in the company. You think Chelsea Armstrong could hang for more than three minutes in my world? Bitch please, Kathy P would wipe the fuckin floor with any other bitch in this entire place…so like, all two of you. You put us together in an inter-gender type sack of shit match and shit man this isn’t even a fair fight by any measurement.
What confidence can the pair of you even be bringing into this match? This is like walking down a train line and getting into a fighting stance as a 200 tonne hunk of metal is charging toward you and thinking you’re gonna come away with the victory when everyone else in the world watching the train wreck unfold know that you will be dead in seconds. This is going to be brutal, this is going to be quick and this is going to be the baptism of blood you will need to really know what the fuck it takes to even so much as survive in this place.
Katherine: Wow, keep speaking.
She was staring across the table, a look of awe in her heavily mascara lined eyes and an infectious smile creeping across her crimson lips.
Joey: So that’s all it takes to shut you up?
Katherine: Huh sorry what did you say? I was lost in your words.
Joey: Come on ya bitch. We’re going for a drink, fuck this room.
Katherine: Yeah that’s right Ducky fuck it right up its tight virgin ass.
Joey: Uhh-
Kathrine grabbed her bag and her axe and began skipping from the room.
Joey: Leave the axe, please.
Katherine: Oh Ducky he learned to say please. Gentlemen through and through!
Cheater cheater, woman beater.
The odd couple had made it two bars down the street and were now sat in a dank and grimy dive of a bar. Katherine took a sip of her drink and ran a hand through her hair as she stared at Joey Flash. The man was majestic, his chiselled jawline, his high cheekbones, his long flowing locks and his delightful deep blue eyes. She enjoyed those as much as she enjoyed his words.
Joey: Kathy you stupid cunt, wakey wakey.
Katherine snapped back into reality.
Katherine: Yeah Howard Black is a cunt isn’t he?
Joey: Well, yes, but that’s not what I was-
Katherine: Did you hear him; he doesn’t want to fight women, truly unbelievable isn’t it? I think rather than any chivalrous nature he is simply a coward, he’s scared of the beating I would deliver to his worthless self. See, this man isn’t a true gentlemen, he’s not like you Jo-Jo, you put me into my place; I love nothing more than a man willing to beat me within an inch of my life. It makes me tingle.
Joey: Howie welcome to the WCF, you’re a good egg. You’re a traditional man, a man of honour, a man of morals, and a man of high standing. A family man who treats all those how he wishes to be treated. Clap, applause. You’re stepping into the ring with a man with shit for honour, not a moral bone in his body who treats everyone exactly how they deserve to be treated which in your case Mr Black is like a whiny little fucker who thinks himself some kind of white knight for the female gender. Fuck you and fuck the three legged lame horse called Eve you’re riding in on.
See what would have been a better opening gambit to making your name in the WCF would have been to I dunno maybe succeed in your first match? Fuck maybe you could even call some people out, y’know get the place buzzing about wanting to see you fight people. What do you do instead? The exact fuckin opposite and give a list of people you DON’T want to face, namely those with a twat and some tits. Fuck me; if I were you I’d be happy to be facing some easy competition.
Joey smiled a snide smile.
Yes girls I said it, you are you weak, slow witted and not belonging in the ring with Joey Flash. So Howard, we are brothers in arms! You’re just scared to tell it how it is, don’t sugar coat ya fuckin words. You don’t think that these bitches don’t belong in the ring with someone with your psychical gifts and guess what, you’re fuckin right. Coward ass motherfucka, you’re the type to stand on your soapbox and condemn any type of racism you see or hear in the media yet after a couple of beers you start slipping the N-Word in like ya singing along with an NWA album. If a brother confronts you on it you’d be all
‘Man-‘
‘Nigga, MAN WHAT?!’
‘I-I- I didn’t mean anything by it I was just sayin-‘
‘YOU WERE JUST SAYING WHAT?!’
Punk ass bitch. You’re every weak faggot that has walked through the revolving door this federation has, seen the fire and felt the heat and turned tail right back out that door. This will prove to be absolutely no different in your case.
Honey Badger, you’re every man’s example of a chump with a little-man’s complex, you turned to this sport why exactly? All five foot eight inches of fuckin vapidity now get to grace our screens. You shoulda stayed right put in the Indies wherever the fuck you came from. Now you’re fighting in a land of monsters and giants, I know exactly why you took this route. You’re every man with no self-esteem fighting for recognition in a sport they should feasibly have no chance in. If you lose, ah no biggie he’s just a midget. If he wins? God damn son he’s the best thing since sliced Grime. You’re the only type of wrestler who could get title shots by losing every fuckin match they’re ever booked in, which is funny because that’s gonna be your only experience of being in the WCF after Sunday night. See you’re not doing things the way they should be done, ya get chucked in against the best right now, the path you should be taking is fighting the likes of Adam Young and then movin on up like The Jeffersons…but now you’re just doomed to remain a walking bodybag.
Katherine: Excuse me, I need to go…pamper.
Joey: Yeah fuck off ya bitch, I’m in the middle of something.
Katherine: Want a drink?
Joey: Bitch, leave.
Howie you have every disadvantage in the god damn fuckin world in this match. I’m bigger, I’m faster, I’m stronger, I’m more experienced in this ring, I’m a superior strategist, I fight better and I fuckin smoke more. You’re so incredibly outmatched it’s going to be sad for you, what’s this I hear ‘But the kid got TENACITY!’ I’m ten steps ahead of you…like when you walkin with your ugly wife.
You ain’t a ‘Lost Boy’, you’re a cheap, weak faggot who is gonna be swiftly annihilated and staked all the way back into the ether where you belong, see the one thing about performing in the WCF I could never stomach; all the fuckin faggots.
If you were to fight Kathy by yourself one on one you would still lose, how does that make you feel? I’m just the overkill to the already stirring pot you’d plopped yourselves into. Kathy on her period would probably shatter your soul to pieces simply by shouting at you, on a good day she’ll still fuckin dismantle you.
Much to Katherine’s delight she returned to the table just to hear the only faint praise she was likely to receive from Joey Flash this evening…or ever.
Katherine: Wow you really think that highly of me?
Joey: Oh for fucks sake-
Katherine: Look! I was in the bathroom and Ducky did these for me, he was listening very intently and he definitely does not like the sound of this Howard Black character!
Joey: Uhh, what I didn’t make-
Katherine: I told you Joey, Ducky did it!
Joey: Enough, who in the fuck is Ducky?
Katherine: He’s my friend, he really likes you too.
Joey: Can I meet…Ducky?
Katherine: Nope, I don’t duck on a first date.
Joey: Bitch this is not a date, we are having a team building drink, that is IT.
Katherine: Oh shy guy.
Joey: We’re leaving.
Katherine: Where to?!
Joey: Hopefully you and I going our separate ways.
Katherine: Let’s go walk in the park!
Joey: Fuck off.
Katherine: I’ll buy you an ice cream.
Joey: Fuck on.
Mr Whippy
The pair walked through the late evening hubbub of Van Cortlandt Park, Joey trying to keep at least five steps ahead of Katherine Phoenix at all times, she wasn’t quite a Sarah Black, but she was damn near close. Her attire was drawing lots of attention, from catcalls to jaw dropped stares of gawking buffoons Joey couldn’t quite tell what was so appealing about the woman, but different strokes for different folks. They stopped in front of an Ice Cream vendor truck and Kathy stood on her tip toes to order.
Katherine: I want the biggest lump of chocolate you have!
Joey: The ‘Big Train’.
Katherine: Oh no, couldn’t fit that one in my mouth. Give me ‘The Mack’.
Joey: I will have a standard vanilla, with a flake.
Katherine: Boo how boring!
Joey: Pay the man and we leave.
Katherine: No no, that’s not how we do things here Joey!
The vendor smiled.
Vendor: That will be four do-
He was cut short as she dragged the man from his truck and caught him with a boot straight to his face.
Joey: What the fuck are you doing?
Katherine: Getting free ice cream.
The vendor was unconscious and blood began seeping from his head.
Joey: Oh right, carry on.
The pair grab their delicious creamy desserts and begin toddling through the park, stopping only for a good lick.
Katherine: I get to fight another woman on Sunday, I’m so very excited. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to beat the fuck out of a stupid fucking bimbo til the point she is crying and begging me to stop. I cannot wait!
Joey: Yeah it’s been a long time for me too, all of about a week since I beat the shit out of your dumbass.
Katherine: What a wild ride it was too.
Joey: Do you want a fuckin black eye? Shut up.
Katherine: Oh you sweet talker you.
Joey: We get the ever loving joys of facing the delightful Eve Vega this weekend. This is going to be a mighty good tussle isn’t it? Which stone will I use to evolve Evie? Will it be a diamond that turns her into a fat slob of a housewife or a brick to beat her grey matter out her ugly mug? I choose you, number two!
So we go from humble warrior to stuck up princess in a matter of seconds. What is it with you fucking people? How do you find your way into this business? This isn’t a playground, this isn’t something that you can just watch and television and then stroll right into the big leagues and perform. I couldn’t hit a Clayton Kershaw fastball nor throw down an alley oop from CP3 so what gives with this? We even give explicit fucking warnings ‘Don’t try this at home’ but no that warning doesn’t work with the likes of people as dense as you does it Eve? You simply see it as a challenge, ‘Oh they said I can’t try it at home, so let me try it instead in the most high octane, brutal, challenging professional federation the world has to offer’. Well fucking done, great logic. You will get precisely…your head beaten in for such a ridiculous way of thinking, so kinda fitting that you get dropped into this match ain’t it?
You remind me of every stupid groupie slut who hits me up after the shows and wants a shot at the big time, ‘Oh Joey put in a good word, I can do everything these other women can’. See this is where you got shit twisted, it’s funny that you Eve are everything your partner Mr Black was railing against, you’re the T&A, you’re the airhead, you are the person with no athletic or combat background trying to make something of themselves in a business they have no comprehension of. My partner on the other hand lives for this shit, well she barely lives for much else, so this is it for her. Chelsea Armstrong as much of a spastic she is will bleed for this business, she’s worked and strived and trained for everything she has ever gotten. See what doesn’t happen here is you don’t get handed opportunities for what’s in your pants, it’s about hard fucking work…except in my case where fuck all helps, but still. You think you can get your own way, same way life has worked for you every second of every day until now. Well I’m here to finally slap Clarissa in the face and tell her we don’t give a fuck about her explaining it all.
You’ve trained six or so months and think you’re ready for this. Wow, what sheer temerity on this girl, look at the big balls on bitchface. You worked at Subway. That’s not a joke, that’s real fact. While people here were learning to cut off the ring, you were learning to cut off the crust, while people were learning to put more sauce on their punches you were learning to put more sauce on the sandwiches, while people were taking orders from their trainers you were taking orders from total strangers. People travelled all over to see the skills of the girl at Subway who was getting masterful at making the greatest sandwiches, funny because I’ve got bitches from all over town wanting to hop on the subway and come eat on my footlong.
You fuckin midget bitch, this is probably the shortest combined height I’ve seen in a team. Put the two of you bastards together and you make a total height of ‘Average’. You Miss Vega are the single most stupid wrestler I’ve seen waltz through the doors here, you offer nothing but a worthless stereotype of everything that is wrong with female wrestlers in this business, treated like a joke because of jokes like you. I guess when you stand at 5’7 and 120lbs how deep can you really be?
I wouldn’t even touch you with Occulo’s dick, I seen you backstage; blow, hand, rim…bitch offering more jobs than the Department of Labor. Bitch fuck it, then suck it…get up and wipe ya mouth. I turned this bitch down and she was all like ‘Come on at least watch a film with me!’ I told her ‘Bitch yeah, if ya head slammin like DDT’; if I got seen with you I’d probably catch a weapons charge for having a ratchet with me.
Joey shakes his head and laughs.
Joey: No more games with you, I ain’t even gonna get playful I’m gonna be straight up hateful. You think Kathy P is bad, just wait til I’ve got my hands round ya neck choking the spoiled little princess out of you and beating the scared timid woman’s shelter fodder in you. There is nowhere for you to go in this match, I’m gonna fuckin kill you stupid bitches for thinking they belong. I’m not even going to toy with you, I’m gonna destroy you…see I treat the girls nice, first I’ll be your friend, be kind and tell you that you can do well here. I’ll empower, then I’ll devour, deflower, you’ll be beating your head against the wall crying that you’re still dirty while curled up in a ball inside your shower…this bitch won’t run, but her eyeliner will.
Kathy lets out a small moan.
Katherine: Oh fuck…
Joey: Too much.
Katherine: Oh no, that was…just right.
She bites her bottom lip and a trickle of blood begins to run down her chin, she quickly licks it off and gazes once more at Joey.
Katherine: You’re perfect.
Joey: Yeah the ice cream is delightful isn’t it?
Katherine: Oh yes, it taste delightful, doesn’t it Ducky?
Katherine slides the remainder of her cone off as it plops onto the floor.
Katherine: Eat up Ducky!
Joey: Uhhh-
Katherine: Good Ducky! Let’s go!
Joey: Our separate ways?
Katherine: Oh that time already? Ducky sad!
Joey: Make like a tree and fuck off.
Katherine looked at the floor saddened and began sloping off sadly away.
Joey: Oh and Kathy…
She turns round, an excited look flashes across her face.
Joey: You’re a cunt.
She jumps up and down with a ‘yay’ before skipping, treacherously with those heels sheesh, away from Joey. With a sigh Joey flops to the floor and reclines on the cool grass. This wasn’t a match that excited him, nor fuelled his competitive spirit. Was Cairo right after all? Was this all Joey Flash would ever amount to, sideshow? A lesser man would have crumbled after all of this adversity, it was true all these wrestlers had done more in their short careers than Joey Flash had, he was nearing half a year and what did he have to show for it? Absolutely fuckin nada, no World Title reign, not even so much a sniff of any other belt in the company, was this how his life would turn out? The only thing in the world he could be proud of, that he was any good at, the only thing in the world that made his body sing and his mind dance. It was like being the rightful heir to the throne and seeing every pauper on the street just striding closer and closer toward the crown while you’re getting lost in the crowds and just being…forgotten.
He stared at the sun for a few moments before the hazy burn forced him to avert his eyes. Is this what happens when you dare to dream, when you flirt with perfection? Joey Flash soaring high above all the clouds here in the WCF but the wax was being melted away by the machinations of one Seth Lerch. Joey smiled to himself, fine. I’ll be the prince that everyone forgets, I’ll be the name whispered in the hallways in conversations that always seem to end every time someone walks past. He began to laugh, if people were watching him they would have taken him for a mad man.
Joey: This is the way it had to be I guess.
What is he doing here? Eve Vega and Howard Black. He felt physically sick at the very idea that this was what he had been reduced to. He had the artillery and the arsenal, all the firepower in the fucking world to take whatever he desired all he lacked was the opportunity, the declaration of war. Fine, it can’t be helped anymore, fuck brotherhood, fuck friendship, fuck everything. He remembered his words earlier the day when on the roof of La Societa with his new manager, he gripped a fist in anger. You're really just gonna stand there are you Joey, you're gonna cheer and you're gonna support like a good little boy? Joey Flash sat up. He hated Cairo, he had hated Beckman, the two men that had everything he hadn’t, the two men that held all the cards, the chip leaders at the table while little Joseph had to fold again and again. They were to fight once more at Aftermath all the while little Joseph would have to stand outside like a good brother and shout ‘Go ICE!’ Any cheers, any support would be as hollow as his promises of pacifism. This wasn’t a match to be a bystander; this wasn’t a match where he could sit idly by and go silently into the night. This wasn’t about Vapor Kings and Poondock Saints, this wasn’t about friendship, hate, family or rivalry. This was about Joseph fucking Flash. This match wouldn’t be a crowning ceremony, a hard fought win or loss, a definitive winner of the epic feud between the two top names in the federation. This was going to be a fucking statement.
Joey: Long live the Emperor.
