Post by Joey Flash on Aug 13, 2015 22:22:41 GMT -5
Patricide (around two months ago)
The two eternal rivals stared at each other for eternity, neither man breaking the gaze or even so much as blinking, John Mullins Jr spoke.
Occulo: I’m going to kill him.
Joey Flash had never seen Occulo with such focus, intensity and emotional rage than the man that was in front of him right now. It gave a chill down Joey’s spine, the Occulo he had faced in their trilogy of matches had been an amazing fighter but lacked the one thing he needed, the one thing Joey tried so hard to bring out of him, anger. Occulo stood up and took a step toward him.
Occulo: I’m not coming to you because I want anything more to do with you, far from it. I want this all to end soon. I want this all to be over, Joey Flash, Occulo. All of it. I’m coming to you right now because I need…I need your help.
Joey: You need my help? Coming here with a gun isn’t going to prompt me.
Occulo raised the gun toward Joey, who smiled at him.
Occulo: Don’t test me.
Joey smiled at him.
Joey: Okay, maybe it’ll give me a little nudge. Look, John-
Occulo: Don’t say that name.
Joey: Mullins.
Occulo gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared.
Occulo: That’s not my name, not anymore. John Mullins Jr is dead, and his father will be joining him shortly.
Joey held a hand up toward Occulo and took a step forward.
Joey: You really want this don’t you?
He didn’t need a response.
Joey: I can’t help you. I’ve tried and I’ve fuckin tried but the guy is like a ghost.
Occulo: Time to be exorcists then.
Joey: Man you don’t understand, I’ve TRIED, the guy has vanished.
Occulo: It’s not enough.
Joey: I know, I know. Trust me; I want him just as bad as-
Occulo: No, no you don’t.
He said it with a cold authority that shut Joey up immediately.
Occulo: John Mullins is the most heinously evil person I’ve ever met; he’s a man who sucks the life, the soul and the hope out of anyone he comes into contact with. He did it to my mother, he did it to me, he…he did it to Bonnie. The man needs to die.
Occulo thrust the gun at Joey and pressed it against his chest.
Occulo: You will find him for me, you will stand him in front of me…you will get your revenge, but I am going to be the one who pulls the trigger.
Flash and Occulo shared another look. Joey Flash and Occulo working together, Joey expected if he stepped outside right now a pig would come hurtling through the sky past his head. The way Occulo was at the moment made Joey hesitant, they had three matches in the ring and been enemies from day one but never once had he not felt in control. For the first time in their relationship Joey Flash was under the spell of Occulo, he felt absolutely certain about one thing, if THIS Occulo stepped through the ropes with Joey Flash right now? It would be the most terrified Joey had ever been going into a match.
Occulo strode past him.
Occulo: It’s nostalgic seeing you again.
Joey: We’re going to get him…I promise.
He felt like this was one promise he didn’t want to break, it was a strange feeling for Joey who had inflicted so much pain on this man.
Occulo took a few more steps and hit the elevator button.
Occulo: I’ve been medically cleared for the past week.
The elevator dinged open. Occulo turned to Flash.
Occulo: See you at War, Joseph.
Joey and Jonny make a Porno
With one decisive, strong but still somehow tender thrust he entered her sopping wet cunt. She moaned a ‘fuck’ into his ear as her walls clamped tightly around him. The man stared down at the beautiful blonde below, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he began to up the tempo of his thrusts. He had enjoyed feasting from the delightful cup of her womanhood; he ate damn well and now was his reward. He brought his manhood out from the heavenly warmth of her pussy and rubbed the tip of his head on her clitoris, each feather light touch elicited a moan that made the woman’s legs shudder. He smiled and thrust in once more, then gave a groan and turned to one side with an annoyed look on his face.
Voice: CUT CUT CUT!
The man immediately stops and pulls his member free of said sopping wet cunt. He stands up and steps over the woman and takes a couple of steps in all his glory toward the voice.
Second Voice: Okay that’s take three.
The man grabs a towel and ties it round his waist and gives an exasperated sigh. Stood watching the coitus are several assistants, two cameramen, a sound tech, a director and the tandem of Joey Flash and Jonny Fly stood next to the director. The man approaches the director and the pair.
Porn Star: I’m not feeling it.
Director: It looked great!
Joey: What do you mean you’re not feeling it?
Fly: I told you, rubbers cut off the circulation man it happens to me.
Porn Star: Why am I doing this? What’s my motivation?
Director: What?
Porn Star: What emotions is my character meant to be expressing? Why would a pizza delivery boy accept this as payment? What would his boss say? ‘Oh thank you for not collecting the money it took for me to buy ingredients and pay the chef for the creation of this pizza but well done on fucking the woman who you gave it to for free’.
Director: You don’t need a reason! The people watching this don’t care about your motivation; they care about you having a big dick that you’re pounding this beautiful woman with.
Joey: I get his point though, he is an artist.
Fly: My dick is bigger.
The beautiful woman was next to them at this point; she stepped in between Flash and Fly and looked angrily at the director.
Porn Bitch: I’m not getting paid enough for this sort of shit, I’m red raw down there, this guy is so clueless we’re going to need lube the next take, it’s not going to work. What is MY motivation to work with this guy? Look at you, you’re pathetic.
Porn Star: Maybe I’d put a bit of effort in if your plastic surgeon did the same when he did your disgusting lips. You look like a puffer fish.
Joey: ENOUGH! Please.
He turned to Fly.
Joey: We can’t have a failure our first time man.
Fly: I got this.
Joey: You got this? What exactly do you have?
Fly: You motivate the guy, I’ll motivate the girl.
Joey: Is this the part where you disappear, fuck the beautiful woman and then return acting like a badass?
Fly: Yes.
Joey: Good, at least you have some uses.
Fly approached the woman and whispered in her ear, she giggled and took his arm.
Director: W-what the hell just happened?
Joey: Motivation.
The male porn star crept next to Joey and slipped his arm through Joey’s, his greased up body pressing against Joey’s neatly pressed suit. He gave Joey a wink.
Porn Star: How about my motivation big boy?
Joey smiled and ran a hand through the porn stars hair.
Joey: You will stop acting like a fucking bitch or I will personally castrate you and feed you your own nutsack.
The porn star released Joey and nodded.
Porn Star: God you know how to make a man feel special.
Joey: Are you motivated?
Joey made the mistake of glancing at the towel wrapped around the waist of the man, a towering tent exploded from the crotch.
Porn Star: Both hard to get and you seem to like it rough, damn right I am.
Joey leant into the director and told him to finish it on the next take before walking away from the set. Joey muttered to himself.
Joey: This BETTER be a success.
Joey Flash and Jonny Fly, it had been a long time coming but they had finally been able to pull it off. The two greatest wrestlers in WCF history finally officially stood side by side, it was a truly beautiful debut, possibly the most savage and one sided debut of a team in WCF history too, these men have a tendency for greatness. To win the Tag Team gold in your first match as a team is almost completely unheard of, along with damn near ending the career of the most promising upcoming talent in the company at the moment this pair were floating on air right now. However as they stared at the front cover of the DVD they received in the post this morning the two men were anything but.
Fly: What the FUCK is this?
The title of the X-Rated classic the two had funded as their first joint business venture had been changed from ‘Pizzaboy Ploughs Pure Pert Princess’ to ‘Joey and Jonny Make a Porno’, their faces had been superimposed over the various actors and actresses in the film, so essentially we see (although tactfully starred out, as you do) Joey Flash sucking Jonny Fly’s dick and Joey Flash fucking Jonny Fly up the ass.
Joey: What the fuck…
They looked at each other and found it hard not to gag at the thought. They looked back at the DVD.
Joey: Should we…should we watch it?
Fly:…yes.
The two men sat on the sofa in the large living room that was Jonny Fly’s mansion and pressed play on the DVD player, each grabbing a cushion to cover their crotch…just in case.
Joey: You know, this isn’t how I wanted to spend our first week officially together.
They both look at the DVD, then each other again.
Joey: Bad turn of phrase.
The television began to fade into an opening scene, where we watch the exact same scene the two men were watching earlier, for the next hour our Tag Team champions are entranced and enthralled by the storytelling and the moving emotional impact the high octane fuckfest had on them. At one point Joey even had to collect some tissues for an emotional ‘I got something in my eye’ Jonny Fly. Once it was finished they were both speechless.
Joey: Well, that worked.
Fly: Yep.
Joey: One question though, how did you ‘motivate’ the woman?
Fly: I’ll answer that one if you answer my question.
Joey: Shoot.
Fly: How did you ‘motivate’ the man?
Joey: Good point.
Fly: This is fuckin’ money though.
Joey: I agree, though who the fuck decided to put our faces on the front and give it such a fucking retarded title? Who did you use to find a publisher?
As Joey was finishing his sentence he hears a familiar voice from behind them as Steve Orbit enters the room in nothing but a robe and some silk boxers sipping on a large bottle of milk. Joey stares at Jonny for a moment, who sinks in his chair and avoids Joey’s stare. The two men then look at Orbit.
Joey: You didn’t…
Fly: I did.
Orbit notices the television paused at the moment of the money shot and rushes over to them, excited his promotion arrived. He looks at the DVD cover and then at the television as the stream of spunk is paused in mid-air ready to cascade down the woman’s face.
Orbit: It finally came!
Flash and Fly look at the television.
Joey: Yep, it sure did.
Film Night
They had already sold over a hundred copies in the first hour; things were going swimmingly for the pornography entrepreneurs. Joey Flash and Jonny Fly were toasting their successes by enjoying some lovely liquor at La Societa as the pair sat in Joey’s office.
Joey: Well that was easy.
Fly: Corey has always been a little bit slow, he’s a mental midget and even worse physically, the guy is virtually a cripple in comparison, it was never going to exactly be hard now was it?
Joey: Please, I could beat that guy with the body of Stephen Hawking.
Fly chuckled and pulled his phone out, after a moment of scanning he gave yet another chuckle.
Joey: Who is it then? Is it good news or bad news?
Fly: Both.
Joey: Fuck.
Fly: Do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Joey: Bad.
Fly: You won’t like this match.
Joey: Good.
Fly: You’ll win it too easily.
Joey: Fuck sake.
Fly: It’s Teo Del Sol.
Joey: Who?
Fly: Exactly what I was thinking.
Joey: Nah I got some shit, let’s get it poppin, film me.
Fly: Doing what exactly?
Joey: Promotional video bro.
Fly: Fine, saves me watching it later.
Fly pressed the record button on his phone camera.
Joey: We rolling?
Fly: Like we’re at a Limp Bizkit concert.
Joey: What?
Fly: Nevermind.
Joey: That’s Nirvana.
Fly: DO THE FUCKING PROMO.
Joey smiles and holds up his hands before lowering them and greeting his watching audience with a smile.
Joey: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to regularly scheduled programming. You people are bigger idiots than I thought; you really thought Joey Flash was floundering without a plan.
He slow claps.
Joey: God damn you people are fuckin spastics. Well congratulations, you’re about to witness the final ascent of the greatest talent in the WCF, I promised you it months and months ago and now is finally the time to really let loose, Seth has given me the all clear and now all limiters are off and I’m going to absolutely carve this pitiful group of mongrels he calls a roster to shreds. I’ll get to my opponent this week in a moment but I’ve got a couple of other things to address first.
Raymond Hatcher…sorry I don’t quite know who you are right now, I think we’ve spoken, maybe even been in the ring at some point together but you must have been so talentless or bland and boring that I can’t quite match the name to a face. What I imagine is a weak ass bitch who is trying to piggyback my fame to try make a name for himself, so like Scarecrow or some shit. While we’re at it, enjoying the lower mid card Crow ya fuckin bum? You’ll be there a while. Fuck only just started and I’ve already ended Hatcher and Scarecrow’s damn lives.
Fly: That’s what we call no-selling future threats.
Joey: I didn’t ask for a fuckin director’s commentary version, shut the fuck up.
Fly: That’s what we call diverting from the issue.
Joey: What’s the other pressing matter that I need to discuss with you people, I’ve received a lot of hate mail the past few days about something I did last week but I can’t for the life of me figure out what has people so angry?
He smiles.
Joey: But enough of that, on a sad note I need to say a goodbye to my good friend Howard Black who accidentally got injured in our contest and his career is now in doubt, I hope and pray that Howard and his family are doing well at this point and that the freak accident that caused his broken arm doesn’t happen again to anyone as nice, honest and lovely as that man.
He smiles even fuckin wider.
Condolences, Howie. This week on the docket I draw the fast up and coming superstar Mr Teo Del Sol. I’m going to beat you easily.
You lost to David Sanchez, clearly, no debating. Anyone who thinks you’re even a competitive match for me; they’re living in the same land as the people who think Dune stands a remote chance against what I’m going to bring. Let me lay it down for you quickly where we both stand in this federation before I go anywhere with this, I am THE best wrestler in the federation, period.
Jonny Fly seems to have a frog in his throat as he delivers a loud, deliberate cough. Flash ignores the twat interrupting him and continues.
Joey: You are mid card filler at best. The fans will support you, the fans will cheer for you, the fans will love you, well guess what, they love Spencer Adams too and he is absolutely fucking terrible. You want to know why you’re so loved and enjoyed? Because fans like people they can relate to and rally behind. They see you as a man of the people, a normal guy just getting along with life who happens to be in a federation like this competing against people that outmatch and outweigh him, Teo Del Sol, Mr Normal, Mr Average doing his best to compete and conquer, to inspire, to make sure these fans have something to root for.
What’s interesting to me is what the fans actively root against. Success, good looks, charisma, interesting unique personality, see these things are what every person should strive for but it’s what each of these people hate, why? It’s simple jealousy. I’ve seen the looks on these people’s faces, it’s disgusting, it’s like they turn into a whole other person when they come to these shows. Want to know when it gets even worse? When a talent far beyond their comprehension, when someone too unnaturally beautiful combined with that talent appears and dominates everything in front of them. That’s when they get scared, that’s when the fear turns the hate into anger. We’re on some Sith morality chain shit, suffering is probably coming along in the next five minutes.
I’m everything the fans can never be. I am transcendent in my wrestling, I have supermodels throwing themselves at my feet, I am rich beyond these people’s wildest dreams, and these people are supposed to support me? Teo, when David fights Goliath, nobody ever supports Goliath.
You’re going to get bodied in this match, straight up murdered. This isn’t even going to be a contest. See the problem you have here is I’ve been sitting on my laurels for so long that people are starting to think I’m soft, starting to wonder how good I actually am, if I’m worthy of the spot I have in the federation. You, Mr Sunshine are going to be my fucking exclamation mark. Not a single person in this company can hang with the heat I provide, week after week Joey Flash is the gold standard by which everyone looks up to and aspires. You are going to see exactly fucking why.
So as I mentioned before, you were in the fight of your life with some random janitor or gardener whatever the fuck he is called Sanchez, and you lost. You lost to a maintenance man, what the fuck are you doing Teo? Are you even a wrestler at this point? You are one of the stupidest most ignorant people on the roster, you barely train, you barely compete, you barely show any emotion in your work. You are a vapid, bland and generic wrestler. You offer absolutely nothing of commercial or promotional value to the company out of the ring, that would be fine and acceptable if in the ring you were showing the promise needed for the boss to eventually think ‘maybe he can be something one day’ but you wanna know what that is patently not the case? Because Mr Del Sol you have been booked as Joey Flashes first real opponent in months, this isn’t a spot for the weak at heart, you got some guts, you got some fortitude, that’s nice, that’s spirit. Unfortunately at the end of the day all you in this scenario is a straight up sacrificial lamb.
Knife drawn, Teo nailed down, blade across his throat. Let’s talk about Teddy Blaze. This is what you’re hiding behind that mask of yours, it ain’t a face, it ain’t an identity, it’s the fucking shame you’re hiding. I’m not even going to go in on your past, that could be a whole promo on itself, but I’m going to go in on your now, you pathetic insecure cunt. You went from fan favourite to laughing stock, funny because this match is going to do the exact same for you, you’ll come to the ring getting cheered and leave the ring getting jeered because of how pathetically you performed, this is Forrest Griffin vs Anderson Silva, it’s going to be fucking awful for you. You’ve made a pretty adorable home for yourself here in the WCF, the plucky underdog who is the underdog in most fights in this federation, mostly because he loses almost all of them. You rise up and you challenge whoever is the big bad at the time, go you, well this is the role you seem to have forged for yourself, this is the grave you’re digging for yourself. It’s only right I finish the job when I kill you with the same blade you used to carve your niche here.
Fly: GO IN!
Joey: You changed your tune.
Fly: Shut it, actually continue, I don’t know, keep killing this loser.
Joey: It comes down to nothing more than this Teo, you’re a fucking nobody, you don’t deserve to face me, you’ve not earned facing me, you can give the performance of your life and it still won’t be enough to even come close to my level. People see Joey Flash wrestle and they think ‘God damn classic’, people see Teo Del Sol wrestle and they think ‘bathroom break’. It’s a sad truth in life that you are unfortunately amongst those people who probably should be sat on the sofa at home envying my greatness and screaming in anger at your own inferiority, you are nothing more than a fan with some athletic gifts. I’ll be showing you the difference between a pretender and contender, between a contender and champion between a champion and a fucking legend on Slam. You are the bottom rung of that list and I’m smashing through the top, I’m going so far beyond you can’t even see that shit. This poor fuck Teo, it’s like he’s starring in an ISIS video when he accepted this match, he lost his fuckin head.
Joey smiles.
Joey: The call is out, it’s officially bodybag season and you are the first member of the hunt for the summer. I got my permit from Lerch and I’m coming with both barrels right into ya face. You are a boring opponent Teo, you are a fuckin blemish on my record, people will fall asleep when they’re perusing my impressive resume and when they come across ‘Teo Del…’ they will already be asleep. You’re a terrible wrestler with absolutely no future in the business as a top contender, you’re rocking those concrete shoes that keep you topped out at this pitiful mid card level. You’re a bum and a jobber who in the end has no business sharing the ring with me. This has been a body from the start and it’s not going to change any time soon. You are nothing but a showcase for me, to warm back up and have an easy, below average terrible opponent to dominate.
You’re a dead man walking; I’m bodying you without even fucking trying. Do you know how easy this shit is for me? Take it as a lesson, ain’t no glass ceiling in the WCF, not at all, you wanna face Dune you go right ahead, but once you get past that level there is a thick layer of titanium on the roof called ‘Joey Flash’ waiting for someone who can even put a dent in that shit. Teo, this is your one and only journey to top tier, main event status, enjoy it for the twenty seconds it lasts then fuck off back into the obscurity and mediocrity you came from.
Bodybags on deck, you’re finished.
Letter of intent
Joey Flash was home now, it had been a long few days sorting things with his new business and wrestling partner but the way things had gone so far, it was looking nothing but a success. They were raking in the money, the endorsements, the wins and the WCF gold. Joey looked down at his desk at the WCF Tag Team Championship. It had been almost half a year since he had held a title in the company; he had been biting his lip and biting his lip. He had come close to snapping telling Seth to just give him a title shot. Seth had offered him the first shot at Dune but Joey turned it down immediately with the reasoning ‘It’s not how I want it yet’. Thus he had waited; it made him laugh that a thing such as his talent and his compete level would ever be questioned in this federation…”reduce it to ash”.
Now his path was clear, his goal was right in front of him. The WCF World Championship. He had always thought to himself ‘I will do whatever it takes’ to achieve his goals in life, so far he had lived by exactly that method. He won fights by it, he controlled businesses by it, and he had a family by it. Why then did Joey Flash still feel so god damn fucking hollow?
He sorted through his correspondence on his desk, bill, bill, bland, bill, until he found a sloppily hand written envelope addressed to ‘MR JOEY FLASH’. He ripped the envelope open and pulled the piece of paper from inside. It read as thus:
“Dear Joey Flash,
I want to hate you for what you did to my dad. Even if you want to fight Uncle Dune, my Dad never did anything to you. You hurt him. This could be the end of my dad’s career because you wanted to make Uncle Dune angry. This is why I want to hate you. Its been hard since the injury. Dad doesn’t like to spend money, so he didn’t stay in the hospital. Mom is concerned and thinks he’s being stubborn. Its nice to have him back. I missed him. But he’s not the same on the pain meds.
He doesn’t have much energy and can’t throw the ball good as you broke his right arm. Mom is mad because he refuses to rest. He doesn’t want to stay on the couch. They fight about it sometimes. Sometimes one of them start crying but the fight always ends there. Were still a family. Even though you broke my Dad’s arm you can’t break him or us. This is why I don’t hate you. Dad taught me a lot about patience and forgiveness and faith. He tells me that if God has forgiven you, we should too. I don’t know about that but I know that when my Dad’s arm is better nothing will be different.
When Uncle Dune beats you everything will be as it was before. You didn’t beat us. Do you have a son? Was he happy you hurt my Dad? I hope he doesn’t grow up to be like you.
Joey Black”
The words “This is why I don’t hate you.” were smeared with teardrops as he read it. The words “I hope he doesn’t grow up to be like you” were smudged to almost be unreadable. Joey just stared at the piece of paper for a moment as his emotions washed over him. He had treated Howard Black so flippantly earlier, it wasn’t that way, it wasn’t that way at all. Howard Black had been nothing but a respectful, kind person toward everyone in the federation, even Joey; he had never once truly hated Joey as much as he wanted to beat him professionally.
“Why did you do it?”
Joey Flash always thought himself to be the best wrestler in the WCF, however there has always been one lone barrier standing in his way. It was never ICE Beckman, it was never Bobby Cairo, it was never Jonny Fly, it has from the very start been The Sentinels.
Occulo, Dune, Howard Black. These are his rivals, these are the true threats to Joey Flash, there is no one else. Occulo gone, Howard Black gone, he had gotten rid of two of the three threats. Now the third stood in front of him with the WCF World Title in his grasp, Joey Flash, meet your destiny. He looked at the letter once more and produced a lighter from his pocket; he clicked it and set the piece of paper on fire. It burned away in his hand for a moment until he dropped it to the floor.
Later that evening Joseph Malignaggi penned a letter that he would never send.
“Dear Joey Black
I am so, so sorry. Your father is one of the most courageous men I have ever met in the ring, Occulo too, he is…he’s something really special. I’m sure your Uncle Dune will provide a great-“
He deleted the words he had written on the computer and turned it off, in its place he wrote this:
“It’s how it has to be, I can’t win how I am right now, I have to be ruthless, I have to be cold hearted, there can be no compassion, no empathy, I am going to forsake it, I am going to forsake it all…if I have to be a killer to do this so be it, if I have to become a monster to do this so be it.”
That night he thought of Joey Black, the little boy who would grow up hating him, he thought of Occulo, he thought of Howard Black, he thought of Dune. “He is nothing but a person who owns something you want” Joey tried to tell himself. That thought left his mind immediately and was replaced by nothing but destruction and death.
“…I will reduce it all to ash”.
The two eternal rivals stared at each other for eternity, neither man breaking the gaze or even so much as blinking, John Mullins Jr spoke.
Occulo: I’m going to kill him.
Joey Flash had never seen Occulo with such focus, intensity and emotional rage than the man that was in front of him right now. It gave a chill down Joey’s spine, the Occulo he had faced in their trilogy of matches had been an amazing fighter but lacked the one thing he needed, the one thing Joey tried so hard to bring out of him, anger. Occulo stood up and took a step toward him.
Occulo: I’m not coming to you because I want anything more to do with you, far from it. I want this all to end soon. I want this all to be over, Joey Flash, Occulo. All of it. I’m coming to you right now because I need…I need your help.
Joey: You need my help? Coming here with a gun isn’t going to prompt me.
Occulo raised the gun toward Joey, who smiled at him.
Occulo: Don’t test me.
Joey smiled at him.
Joey: Okay, maybe it’ll give me a little nudge. Look, John-
Occulo: Don’t say that name.
Joey: Mullins.
Occulo gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared.
Occulo: That’s not my name, not anymore. John Mullins Jr is dead, and his father will be joining him shortly.
Joey held a hand up toward Occulo and took a step forward.
Joey: You really want this don’t you?
He didn’t need a response.
Joey: I can’t help you. I’ve tried and I’ve fuckin tried but the guy is like a ghost.
Occulo: Time to be exorcists then.
Joey: Man you don’t understand, I’ve TRIED, the guy has vanished.
Occulo: It’s not enough.
Joey: I know, I know. Trust me; I want him just as bad as-
Occulo: No, no you don’t.
He said it with a cold authority that shut Joey up immediately.
Occulo: John Mullins is the most heinously evil person I’ve ever met; he’s a man who sucks the life, the soul and the hope out of anyone he comes into contact with. He did it to my mother, he did it to me, he…he did it to Bonnie. The man needs to die.
Occulo thrust the gun at Joey and pressed it against his chest.
Occulo: You will find him for me, you will stand him in front of me…you will get your revenge, but I am going to be the one who pulls the trigger.
Flash and Occulo shared another look. Joey Flash and Occulo working together, Joey expected if he stepped outside right now a pig would come hurtling through the sky past his head. The way Occulo was at the moment made Joey hesitant, they had three matches in the ring and been enemies from day one but never once had he not felt in control. For the first time in their relationship Joey Flash was under the spell of Occulo, he felt absolutely certain about one thing, if THIS Occulo stepped through the ropes with Joey Flash right now? It would be the most terrified Joey had ever been going into a match.
Occulo strode past him.
Occulo: It’s nostalgic seeing you again.
Joey: We’re going to get him…I promise.
He felt like this was one promise he didn’t want to break, it was a strange feeling for Joey who had inflicted so much pain on this man.
Occulo took a few more steps and hit the elevator button.
Occulo: I’ve been medically cleared for the past week.
The elevator dinged open. Occulo turned to Flash.
Occulo: See you at War, Joseph.
Joey and Jonny make a Porno
With one decisive, strong but still somehow tender thrust he entered her sopping wet cunt. She moaned a ‘fuck’ into his ear as her walls clamped tightly around him. The man stared down at the beautiful blonde below, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he began to up the tempo of his thrusts. He had enjoyed feasting from the delightful cup of her womanhood; he ate damn well and now was his reward. He brought his manhood out from the heavenly warmth of her pussy and rubbed the tip of his head on her clitoris, each feather light touch elicited a moan that made the woman’s legs shudder. He smiled and thrust in once more, then gave a groan and turned to one side with an annoyed look on his face.
Voice: CUT CUT CUT!
The man immediately stops and pulls his member free of said sopping wet cunt. He stands up and steps over the woman and takes a couple of steps in all his glory toward the voice.
Second Voice: Okay that’s take three.
The man grabs a towel and ties it round his waist and gives an exasperated sigh. Stood watching the coitus are several assistants, two cameramen, a sound tech, a director and the tandem of Joey Flash and Jonny Fly stood next to the director. The man approaches the director and the pair.
Porn Star: I’m not feeling it.
Director: It looked great!
Joey: What do you mean you’re not feeling it?
Fly: I told you, rubbers cut off the circulation man it happens to me.
Porn Star: Why am I doing this? What’s my motivation?
Director: What?
Porn Star: What emotions is my character meant to be expressing? Why would a pizza delivery boy accept this as payment? What would his boss say? ‘Oh thank you for not collecting the money it took for me to buy ingredients and pay the chef for the creation of this pizza but well done on fucking the woman who you gave it to for free’.
Director: You don’t need a reason! The people watching this don’t care about your motivation; they care about you having a big dick that you’re pounding this beautiful woman with.
Joey: I get his point though, he is an artist.
Fly: My dick is bigger.
The beautiful woman was next to them at this point; she stepped in between Flash and Fly and looked angrily at the director.
Porn Bitch: I’m not getting paid enough for this sort of shit, I’m red raw down there, this guy is so clueless we’re going to need lube the next take, it’s not going to work. What is MY motivation to work with this guy? Look at you, you’re pathetic.
Porn Star: Maybe I’d put a bit of effort in if your plastic surgeon did the same when he did your disgusting lips. You look like a puffer fish.
Joey: ENOUGH! Please.
He turned to Fly.
Joey: We can’t have a failure our first time man.
Fly: I got this.
Joey: You got this? What exactly do you have?
Fly: You motivate the guy, I’ll motivate the girl.
Joey: Is this the part where you disappear, fuck the beautiful woman and then return acting like a badass?
Fly: Yes.
Joey: Good, at least you have some uses.
Fly approached the woman and whispered in her ear, she giggled and took his arm.
Director: W-what the hell just happened?
Joey: Motivation.
The male porn star crept next to Joey and slipped his arm through Joey’s, his greased up body pressing against Joey’s neatly pressed suit. He gave Joey a wink.
Porn Star: How about my motivation big boy?
Joey smiled and ran a hand through the porn stars hair.
Joey: You will stop acting like a fucking bitch or I will personally castrate you and feed you your own nutsack.
The porn star released Joey and nodded.
Porn Star: God you know how to make a man feel special.
Joey: Are you motivated?
Joey made the mistake of glancing at the towel wrapped around the waist of the man, a towering tent exploded from the crotch.
Porn Star: Both hard to get and you seem to like it rough, damn right I am.
Joey leant into the director and told him to finish it on the next take before walking away from the set. Joey muttered to himself.
Joey: This BETTER be a success.
Joey Flash and Jonny Fly, it had been a long time coming but they had finally been able to pull it off. The two greatest wrestlers in WCF history finally officially stood side by side, it was a truly beautiful debut, possibly the most savage and one sided debut of a team in WCF history too, these men have a tendency for greatness. To win the Tag Team gold in your first match as a team is almost completely unheard of, along with damn near ending the career of the most promising upcoming talent in the company at the moment this pair were floating on air right now. However as they stared at the front cover of the DVD they received in the post this morning the two men were anything but.
Fly: What the FUCK is this?
The title of the X-Rated classic the two had funded as their first joint business venture had been changed from ‘Pizzaboy Ploughs Pure Pert Princess’ to ‘Joey and Jonny Make a Porno’, their faces had been superimposed over the various actors and actresses in the film, so essentially we see (although tactfully starred out, as you do) Joey Flash sucking Jonny Fly’s dick and Joey Flash fucking Jonny Fly up the ass.
Joey: What the fuck…
They looked at each other and found it hard not to gag at the thought. They looked back at the DVD.
Joey: Should we…should we watch it?
Fly:…yes.
The two men sat on the sofa in the large living room that was Jonny Fly’s mansion and pressed play on the DVD player, each grabbing a cushion to cover their crotch…just in case.
Joey: You know, this isn’t how I wanted to spend our first week officially together.
They both look at the DVD, then each other again.
Joey: Bad turn of phrase.
The television began to fade into an opening scene, where we watch the exact same scene the two men were watching earlier, for the next hour our Tag Team champions are entranced and enthralled by the storytelling and the moving emotional impact the high octane fuckfest had on them. At one point Joey even had to collect some tissues for an emotional ‘I got something in my eye’ Jonny Fly. Once it was finished they were both speechless.
Joey: Well, that worked.
Fly: Yep.
Joey: One question though, how did you ‘motivate’ the woman?
Fly: I’ll answer that one if you answer my question.
Joey: Shoot.
Fly: How did you ‘motivate’ the man?
Joey: Good point.
Fly: This is fuckin’ money though.
Joey: I agree, though who the fuck decided to put our faces on the front and give it such a fucking retarded title? Who did you use to find a publisher?
As Joey was finishing his sentence he hears a familiar voice from behind them as Steve Orbit enters the room in nothing but a robe and some silk boxers sipping on a large bottle of milk. Joey stares at Jonny for a moment, who sinks in his chair and avoids Joey’s stare. The two men then look at Orbit.
Joey: You didn’t…
Fly: I did.
Orbit notices the television paused at the moment of the money shot and rushes over to them, excited his promotion arrived. He looks at the DVD cover and then at the television as the stream of spunk is paused in mid-air ready to cascade down the woman’s face.
Orbit: It finally came!
Flash and Fly look at the television.
Joey: Yep, it sure did.
Film Night
They had already sold over a hundred copies in the first hour; things were going swimmingly for the pornography entrepreneurs. Joey Flash and Jonny Fly were toasting their successes by enjoying some lovely liquor at La Societa as the pair sat in Joey’s office.
Joey: Well that was easy.
Fly: Corey has always been a little bit slow, he’s a mental midget and even worse physically, the guy is virtually a cripple in comparison, it was never going to exactly be hard now was it?
Joey: Please, I could beat that guy with the body of Stephen Hawking.
Fly chuckled and pulled his phone out, after a moment of scanning he gave yet another chuckle.
Joey: Who is it then? Is it good news or bad news?
Fly: Both.
Joey: Fuck.
Fly: Do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Joey: Bad.
Fly: You won’t like this match.
Joey: Good.
Fly: You’ll win it too easily.
Joey: Fuck sake.
Fly: It’s Teo Del Sol.
Joey: Who?
Fly: Exactly what I was thinking.
Joey: Nah I got some shit, let’s get it poppin, film me.
Fly: Doing what exactly?
Joey: Promotional video bro.
Fly: Fine, saves me watching it later.
Fly pressed the record button on his phone camera.
Joey: We rolling?
Fly: Like we’re at a Limp Bizkit concert.
Joey: What?
Fly: Nevermind.
Joey: That’s Nirvana.
Fly: DO THE FUCKING PROMO.
Joey smiles and holds up his hands before lowering them and greeting his watching audience with a smile.
Joey: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to regularly scheduled programming. You people are bigger idiots than I thought; you really thought Joey Flash was floundering without a plan.
He slow claps.
Joey: God damn you people are fuckin spastics. Well congratulations, you’re about to witness the final ascent of the greatest talent in the WCF, I promised you it months and months ago and now is finally the time to really let loose, Seth has given me the all clear and now all limiters are off and I’m going to absolutely carve this pitiful group of mongrels he calls a roster to shreds. I’ll get to my opponent this week in a moment but I’ve got a couple of other things to address first.
Raymond Hatcher…sorry I don’t quite know who you are right now, I think we’ve spoken, maybe even been in the ring at some point together but you must have been so talentless or bland and boring that I can’t quite match the name to a face. What I imagine is a weak ass bitch who is trying to piggyback my fame to try make a name for himself, so like Scarecrow or some shit. While we’re at it, enjoying the lower mid card Crow ya fuckin bum? You’ll be there a while. Fuck only just started and I’ve already ended Hatcher and Scarecrow’s damn lives.
Fly: That’s what we call no-selling future threats.
Joey: I didn’t ask for a fuckin director’s commentary version, shut the fuck up.
Fly: That’s what we call diverting from the issue.
Joey: What’s the other pressing matter that I need to discuss with you people, I’ve received a lot of hate mail the past few days about something I did last week but I can’t for the life of me figure out what has people so angry?
He smiles.
Joey: But enough of that, on a sad note I need to say a goodbye to my good friend Howard Black who accidentally got injured in our contest and his career is now in doubt, I hope and pray that Howard and his family are doing well at this point and that the freak accident that caused his broken arm doesn’t happen again to anyone as nice, honest and lovely as that man.
He smiles even fuckin wider.
Condolences, Howie. This week on the docket I draw the fast up and coming superstar Mr Teo Del Sol. I’m going to beat you easily.
You lost to David Sanchez, clearly, no debating. Anyone who thinks you’re even a competitive match for me; they’re living in the same land as the people who think Dune stands a remote chance against what I’m going to bring. Let me lay it down for you quickly where we both stand in this federation before I go anywhere with this, I am THE best wrestler in the federation, period.
Jonny Fly seems to have a frog in his throat as he delivers a loud, deliberate cough. Flash ignores the twat interrupting him and continues.
Joey: You are mid card filler at best. The fans will support you, the fans will cheer for you, the fans will love you, well guess what, they love Spencer Adams too and he is absolutely fucking terrible. You want to know why you’re so loved and enjoyed? Because fans like people they can relate to and rally behind. They see you as a man of the people, a normal guy just getting along with life who happens to be in a federation like this competing against people that outmatch and outweigh him, Teo Del Sol, Mr Normal, Mr Average doing his best to compete and conquer, to inspire, to make sure these fans have something to root for.
What’s interesting to me is what the fans actively root against. Success, good looks, charisma, interesting unique personality, see these things are what every person should strive for but it’s what each of these people hate, why? It’s simple jealousy. I’ve seen the looks on these people’s faces, it’s disgusting, it’s like they turn into a whole other person when they come to these shows. Want to know when it gets even worse? When a talent far beyond their comprehension, when someone too unnaturally beautiful combined with that talent appears and dominates everything in front of them. That’s when they get scared, that’s when the fear turns the hate into anger. We’re on some Sith morality chain shit, suffering is probably coming along in the next five minutes.
I’m everything the fans can never be. I am transcendent in my wrestling, I have supermodels throwing themselves at my feet, I am rich beyond these people’s wildest dreams, and these people are supposed to support me? Teo, when David fights Goliath, nobody ever supports Goliath.
You’re going to get bodied in this match, straight up murdered. This isn’t even going to be a contest. See the problem you have here is I’ve been sitting on my laurels for so long that people are starting to think I’m soft, starting to wonder how good I actually am, if I’m worthy of the spot I have in the federation. You, Mr Sunshine are going to be my fucking exclamation mark. Not a single person in this company can hang with the heat I provide, week after week Joey Flash is the gold standard by which everyone looks up to and aspires. You are going to see exactly fucking why.
So as I mentioned before, you were in the fight of your life with some random janitor or gardener whatever the fuck he is called Sanchez, and you lost. You lost to a maintenance man, what the fuck are you doing Teo? Are you even a wrestler at this point? You are one of the stupidest most ignorant people on the roster, you barely train, you barely compete, you barely show any emotion in your work. You are a vapid, bland and generic wrestler. You offer absolutely nothing of commercial or promotional value to the company out of the ring, that would be fine and acceptable if in the ring you were showing the promise needed for the boss to eventually think ‘maybe he can be something one day’ but you wanna know what that is patently not the case? Because Mr Del Sol you have been booked as Joey Flashes first real opponent in months, this isn’t a spot for the weak at heart, you got some guts, you got some fortitude, that’s nice, that’s spirit. Unfortunately at the end of the day all you in this scenario is a straight up sacrificial lamb.
Knife drawn, Teo nailed down, blade across his throat. Let’s talk about Teddy Blaze. This is what you’re hiding behind that mask of yours, it ain’t a face, it ain’t an identity, it’s the fucking shame you’re hiding. I’m not even going to go in on your past, that could be a whole promo on itself, but I’m going to go in on your now, you pathetic insecure cunt. You went from fan favourite to laughing stock, funny because this match is going to do the exact same for you, you’ll come to the ring getting cheered and leave the ring getting jeered because of how pathetically you performed, this is Forrest Griffin vs Anderson Silva, it’s going to be fucking awful for you. You’ve made a pretty adorable home for yourself here in the WCF, the plucky underdog who is the underdog in most fights in this federation, mostly because he loses almost all of them. You rise up and you challenge whoever is the big bad at the time, go you, well this is the role you seem to have forged for yourself, this is the grave you’re digging for yourself. It’s only right I finish the job when I kill you with the same blade you used to carve your niche here.
Fly: GO IN!
Joey: You changed your tune.
Fly: Shut it, actually continue, I don’t know, keep killing this loser.
Joey: It comes down to nothing more than this Teo, you’re a fucking nobody, you don’t deserve to face me, you’ve not earned facing me, you can give the performance of your life and it still won’t be enough to even come close to my level. People see Joey Flash wrestle and they think ‘God damn classic’, people see Teo Del Sol wrestle and they think ‘bathroom break’. It’s a sad truth in life that you are unfortunately amongst those people who probably should be sat on the sofa at home envying my greatness and screaming in anger at your own inferiority, you are nothing more than a fan with some athletic gifts. I’ll be showing you the difference between a pretender and contender, between a contender and champion between a champion and a fucking legend on Slam. You are the bottom rung of that list and I’m smashing through the top, I’m going so far beyond you can’t even see that shit. This poor fuck Teo, it’s like he’s starring in an ISIS video when he accepted this match, he lost his fuckin head.
Joey smiles.
Joey: The call is out, it’s officially bodybag season and you are the first member of the hunt for the summer. I got my permit from Lerch and I’m coming with both barrels right into ya face. You are a boring opponent Teo, you are a fuckin blemish on my record, people will fall asleep when they’re perusing my impressive resume and when they come across ‘Teo Del…’ they will already be asleep. You’re a terrible wrestler with absolutely no future in the business as a top contender, you’re rocking those concrete shoes that keep you topped out at this pitiful mid card level. You’re a bum and a jobber who in the end has no business sharing the ring with me. This has been a body from the start and it’s not going to change any time soon. You are nothing but a showcase for me, to warm back up and have an easy, below average terrible opponent to dominate.
You’re a dead man walking; I’m bodying you without even fucking trying. Do you know how easy this shit is for me? Take it as a lesson, ain’t no glass ceiling in the WCF, not at all, you wanna face Dune you go right ahead, but once you get past that level there is a thick layer of titanium on the roof called ‘Joey Flash’ waiting for someone who can even put a dent in that shit. Teo, this is your one and only journey to top tier, main event status, enjoy it for the twenty seconds it lasts then fuck off back into the obscurity and mediocrity you came from.
Bodybags on deck, you’re finished.
Letter of intent
Joey Flash was home now, it had been a long few days sorting things with his new business and wrestling partner but the way things had gone so far, it was looking nothing but a success. They were raking in the money, the endorsements, the wins and the WCF gold. Joey looked down at his desk at the WCF Tag Team Championship. It had been almost half a year since he had held a title in the company; he had been biting his lip and biting his lip. He had come close to snapping telling Seth to just give him a title shot. Seth had offered him the first shot at Dune but Joey turned it down immediately with the reasoning ‘It’s not how I want it yet’. Thus he had waited; it made him laugh that a thing such as his talent and his compete level would ever be questioned in this federation…”reduce it to ash”.
Now his path was clear, his goal was right in front of him. The WCF World Championship. He had always thought to himself ‘I will do whatever it takes’ to achieve his goals in life, so far he had lived by exactly that method. He won fights by it, he controlled businesses by it, and he had a family by it. Why then did Joey Flash still feel so god damn fucking hollow?
He sorted through his correspondence on his desk, bill, bill, bland, bill, until he found a sloppily hand written envelope addressed to ‘MR JOEY FLASH’. He ripped the envelope open and pulled the piece of paper from inside. It read as thus:
“Dear Joey Flash,
I want to hate you for what you did to my dad. Even if you want to fight Uncle Dune, my Dad never did anything to you. You hurt him. This could be the end of my dad’s career because you wanted to make Uncle Dune angry. This is why I want to hate you. Its been hard since the injury. Dad doesn’t like to spend money, so he didn’t stay in the hospital. Mom is concerned and thinks he’s being stubborn. Its nice to have him back. I missed him. But he’s not the same on the pain meds.
He doesn’t have much energy and can’t throw the ball good as you broke his right arm. Mom is mad because he refuses to rest. He doesn’t want to stay on the couch. They fight about it sometimes. Sometimes one of them start crying but the fight always ends there. Were still a family. Even though you broke my Dad’s arm you can’t break him or us. This is why I don’t hate you. Dad taught me a lot about patience and forgiveness and faith. He tells me that if God has forgiven you, we should too. I don’t know about that but I know that when my Dad’s arm is better nothing will be different.
When Uncle Dune beats you everything will be as it was before. You didn’t beat us. Do you have a son? Was he happy you hurt my Dad? I hope he doesn’t grow up to be like you.
Joey Black”
The words “This is why I don’t hate you.” were smeared with teardrops as he read it. The words “I hope he doesn’t grow up to be like you” were smudged to almost be unreadable. Joey just stared at the piece of paper for a moment as his emotions washed over him. He had treated Howard Black so flippantly earlier, it wasn’t that way, it wasn’t that way at all. Howard Black had been nothing but a respectful, kind person toward everyone in the federation, even Joey; he had never once truly hated Joey as much as he wanted to beat him professionally.
“Why did you do it?”
Joey Flash always thought himself to be the best wrestler in the WCF, however there has always been one lone barrier standing in his way. It was never ICE Beckman, it was never Bobby Cairo, it was never Jonny Fly, it has from the very start been The Sentinels.
Occulo, Dune, Howard Black. These are his rivals, these are the true threats to Joey Flash, there is no one else. Occulo gone, Howard Black gone, he had gotten rid of two of the three threats. Now the third stood in front of him with the WCF World Title in his grasp, Joey Flash, meet your destiny. He looked at the letter once more and produced a lighter from his pocket; he clicked it and set the piece of paper on fire. It burned away in his hand for a moment until he dropped it to the floor.
Later that evening Joseph Malignaggi penned a letter that he would never send.
“Dear Joey Black
I am so, so sorry. Your father is one of the most courageous men I have ever met in the ring, Occulo too, he is…he’s something really special. I’m sure your Uncle Dune will provide a great-“
He deleted the words he had written on the computer and turned it off, in its place he wrote this:
“It’s how it has to be, I can’t win how I am right now, I have to be ruthless, I have to be cold hearted, there can be no compassion, no empathy, I am going to forsake it, I am going to forsake it all…if I have to be a killer to do this so be it, if I have to become a monster to do this so be it.”
That night he thought of Joey Black, the little boy who would grow up hating him, he thought of Occulo, he thought of Howard Black, he thought of Dune. “He is nothing but a person who owns something you want” Joey tried to tell himself. That thought left his mind immediately and was replaced by nothing but destruction and death.
“…I will reduce it all to ash”.
