JoeJoe's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders
Aug 30, 2015 16:33:50 GMT -5
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Post by Joey Flash on Aug 30, 2015 16:33:50 GMT -5
Stand Proud
Alessandra Allegri coughed and sputtered for breath as she wrapped her hands around Joey’s arm to try to create a bit of give in his crushing grip. Her gaze fell across the man she loved. The rage in his eyes, the fury on his face was overwhelming. The sheer control this man had over her in this moment, he could crush her windpipe if he wanted, he could dash her head against the wall, he could do whatever he wanted to and she was completely and utterly powerless. Alessandra Allegri, powerless. In that moment when she was struggling for breath and feeling herself drifting away at the hands of Joseph Malignaggi only one thing ran through her thoughts. She was never more sure of it than right than now.
‘You’re the man for me’.
She felt her world black out for a moment before drifting into consciousness, she felt light headed and stars spread across her vision as her eyes fluttered open. She was sat in the same chair at the head of the table, sat at the opposite end of the table with a cold stare tearing right through her was her fiancée. He had the whiskey bottle next to him and only a thin sliver lined the base. She sat up and ran a hand across her neck wincing at the pain before locking eyes with Joey.
Joey: Talk.
She had made a horrendous error, one that deserved a lot worse than what she had received so far. This was supposed to remain as a fever dream for him; this was not the time for clarity or for truth. He had jumped to a conclusion, but she was not going to slip up again, she would convince him whatever conclusion he had was wrong.
Alessandra: You hurt me.
Joey: Yeah. Yeah I did, and?
She had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. Look how radiant you are Joseph.
Alessandra: You’ll regret it in the morning, you’ve been drinking.
No, that wouldn’t make him angry and doubt himself.
Alessandra: Have you been on the smack again Joseph? At least now you’re doing it away from our child.
Joey slammed a fist down on the table and downed the last of the whiskey.
Joey: Enough.
Alessandra: J-
Joey: Stop stalling and deflecting.
Alessandra: I’m not.
Joey: You’re not, not what?
Alessandra: I-
Joey: Not what Alessandra? Not trying to make this situation go how you want? You said that I called you from jail, and that you ‘looked after me’.
Alessandra paused.
Joey: Don’t lie to me, please, if you have any shred of real feeling for me, just…
He rubs his temples.
Joey: Just tell me the truth.
Alessandra picked her glass of wine off the table; it hadn’t spilt in the scuffle. That was a boon at least. She circled a finger along the rim contemplating how to handle this situation. One wrong move and she could destroy him, another wrong move and she could destroy herself. How to find a happy medium was her dilemma. She had killed the wife, she had killed the children. She even had to smother one of them to death with her bare hands, this didn’t haunt her or upset her, and she never so much as gave it thought until Joseph brought them up. It was more faded memory than jarring nightmare. Truth or Lies, which direction should she take? She made up her mind.
Alessandra: You want to know the truth Joseph? I lied to you for our entire relationship; you think you fell in love with Alessandra, daughter of the great Bernardo Allegri the most powerful Cosa Nostra, an elegant classy but shy girl who you’d protect and make ‘yours’.
She placed the wine down and began walking toward him.
Alessandra: The woman you fell in love with doesn’t exist. But the woman stood in front of you loves you, and every time I’ve ever spoken to you of my feelings that has never been a lie. Never once.
Joey’s face and posture dropped. He wasn’t expecting that. She had him, she had him right in her palm, and this situation was hers.
Alessandra: Let me ask you Joseph, did you think that because of what’s between my legs that I’m less of an Allegri? Does that stop me from being my father’s child? Would you have fallen in love with Alessandra Allegri, sotto capo of the Allegri family? Would you have fallen in love with the Alessandra Allegri that has tortured and killed so many people she can no longer count? The abacus counting the lives I’ve ruined is even longer. Would you have fallen for that person?
She is face to face with Joey now; he didn’t even make eye contact anymore.
Alessandra: Would you have fallen in love with that person Joseph? Would you trust, care for and want to protect a woman who hasn’t lived that life because of ‘tradition’ or ‘birth right’ but simple because…it’s a complete fucking thrill.
She places a finger under his chin and lifts his face to level with hers.
Alessandra: No, I don’t suppose you would.
This time Joey didn’t break eye contact.
Joey: What did you do?
Alessandra: Does it matter Joseph? You’re here aren’t you?
He repeated himself in a hushed tone.
Joey: What did you do?
Alessandra: What do you think I did Joseph?
Joey: Did you kill them? Lucia, Emily, did you…did-
She sat on the table and crossed her legs, her face a complete cold blank pallid slate.
Alessandra: You know the answer. You wouldn’t be asking the question if you didn’t.
He put his head into his hands and rubbed his temples before letting out a deep breath.
Joey: Okay.
She had chosen truth. A gambit that could easily doom both of them, she was the first time in front of the one human being in this world truly and wholly naked, the mask was shattered and here for the first time in their lives were Joseph Malignaggi and Alessandra Allegri. What came next was the thing Alessandra Allegri hadn't planned for. Joey regarded her for what seemed like an eternity and spoke three words.
Joey: Let's go home.
A platinum star
It's Joey Flash vs Zombie McMorris, do we need a descriptive scene to show where Joey Flash is sitting or what he is eating, no matter what happens people will skip this text in grey that is a prelude to what's coming next in white. So please, sit back and enjoy, maybe get a coffee or something. This piece of text is what some idiotic commentators of promotional videos got on the likes of Gemini Battle for attempting to go lighter hearted after a darker scene, the idiotic commentator is now eating his fucking words. For those who need it, Joey is randomly sat on his couch, he is eating a burger.There. He smiles, and begins ethering the poor 'wrestler' known as ZMAC.
Joey: I watched both Zombie McMorris promotional videos before deciding to get this shit done. It’s not the way we professionals do this. Usually I like to keep a clear head and meditate on what qualities I possess over my opponent (usually every single possible attribute needed to succeed in wrestling, getting your dick wet, and generally, life), his vices, his short comings (usually too numerous to name or discuss at length without boring everyone watching my stuff to death). What we do is we probe and probe for any weakness, we make the little niggle a bigger pain before we rip the skin open and snap the bone right in half. But I wanted to see this one time, I wanted to see what Zombie McMorris had to say about me. Would he fire me up and make me even more motivated to tear his ugly ass head straight off its shoulders, god so I sat down and prepared. I was damn near shaking in anticipation.
I pressed play on that shit and I watched and observed. I even took notes while watching.
Bro I’m usually quite tactful and well thought out before I open my mouth so it pains me to say this, not to be mean, but that shit was open ass on a copy machine.
I was planning on doing a whole response shoot as well, I wanted to do something that would make you more pissed off than anything while watching this promo, by killing you with your own words and give you that Batesian treatment. Instead I’m gonna do you how we do, this ain’t gonna be any cheap shit, any weak shit, this is performance of the week shit. I’m going to show you the difference between pretender and contender; I’m going to show you the difference between those in the stratosphere and those simply staring up at the clouds and thinking ‘What if?’, bodybag king is here. We got a fresh leather joint just for one Zombie McMorris, he’s on his way to the morgue and he’s about to be booked in for fuckin cremation.
The cooker is burning and your Jew daddy is gonna fuckin fry with the heat I’m bringing.
Joey flashes his trademark grin.
Joey: Fuck Jew cancer I’m gonna catch this fat fuck and make him watch DRG promos and matches on repeat for a week. Then when he’s had enough I’ll punch your near dead daddy dead in his bloated fuckin chops. Maybe the shock of seeing his nearest and dearest get so badly fuckin battered tonight will finish the job before he prematurely waddles off in to Jew-Hell, so, Africa.
Buddy, how does it feel? How does it feel that the last year of your life might very well be known for one thing and one thing only, the eradication of your legacy and of your status as genius and mastermind as I was sat right next to you making you dance on my strings? I made you look like a rank amateur at this game, I took your next big thing and I fuckin crushed it. You hack, you fuckin bum. You’ve since managed ZMAC’s career right into the deathtrap of this match after taking him down a road more bland and boring than your pandering for votes in People’s Championship matches. If you could see yourself, dogs take after their owners I guess and your fuckin mutt has taken your lead of worthless incompetence and loses match after match against no namers and lower card bums. It’s pathetic.
Well you get that front row seat to enjoy your former ‘son’ fuckin annihilate your favourite client, your favourite client will be nothing more than a chalky outline in the centre of the ring by the end of Sunday night.
Let’s get to business, ZMAC I don’t hate you, I ain’t embracing nothing but apathy and boredom in this match. If I straight up slaughter you…sorry, I misspoke, when as is a 100% mathematical certainty I straight up slaughter you here what do I gain? What is the step up for me from this? What’s my bonus? What’s my fucking motivation? Do you realise that I’m saying this about YOU? You, ZMAC, master of the killah shoot, of dat HORROR KORE shit are nothing but a ‘filler’ opponent for me. You’re filler to the level if WCF was a long running comedy (guess your career kinda fits this description so it works) everyone would tune into the episode entitled ‘Zombie McMorris’ and oh…yep…it’s a fuckin clips episode. I doubt people will be even watching this match to be honest, Zombie McMorris will shit the bed as per usual and Joey Flash will win…as per usual. Ho hum.
It’s pathetic how you’re trying to stay relevant, it’s almost saddening at this point. Whereas I end one of the premier Pay Per Views shocking the world by teaming up with the second greatest wrestler in the history of existence my friend Jonny Fly, a move that pretty much kills the tag team division just by the sheer emanation of dominance from our names alone what does Zombie McMorris do to combat such immensity? He teams up with a fellow mid card incompetent simpleton (OOC: see Gemini, I used it, I didn’t use faggot!) fuckin faggot (OOC: Oops.) Scarecrow. Shake my fuckin head. So you go from challenging the guy and talking smack for like two weeks on the guy, telling him how much of a fuckin terrible wrestler he is, straight up killing that poor fool…to teaming up with him. That’s not one big long drawn out sweve ZMAC, that’s called inopportune planning. Go hug lambs together you fuckin fruitloop.
It shows just how far you’ve fallen, you’re willing to accept someone who wasn’t worth the shit on your shoe one week to pretty much fellating the man on national television, that right there is evidence of your worth. The fact you openly admit it by your actions alone is the most telling thing of all, you can speak all you want about where your confidence is at, and where your wrestling skill is going to take you, but when your actions are telling us the exact polar fucking opposite it’s pretty hard to take you with one iota of serious consideration.
You are a mid-card fucking segment now, where is your pride? I’d do the right thing by pride and have fuckin killed myself by now if I had to endure your terrible life. Here is what I want to see happen to your career after this match, let me lay down some steps on how to improve your current status and standing in both the fans and the wrestlers eyes in the WCF. Ready?
1. Retire.
That’s it. Zombie McMorris the one wrestler in the company today I fear if he just disappeared people would care the least. There wouldn’t be any big goodbye, there wouldn’t be a eulogy to your storied career, the only thing that would happen is that it would open up a space for a better talent to be booked in your spot, someone like say, Ace Maverick.
Joey gives one hell of a grimey smile at the camera.
Joey: You are taking up too much of my time considering the threat you pose. The time taken to body you compared to actual threat level has to be one of the most lopsided I’ve had in my time here. You think you actually have a chance to even make this competitive, to make this match NOT a fucking bathroom break? Well fuck your thoughts like cybersex. I said earlier, your words speak one thing but your actions tell a different story, you are barking loud and fierce but I can see your tail tucked between your legs and your head down on the ground when addressing me.
Who knows? Maybe this Sunday you can silence all the critics, silence all the doubters. Maybe the piece of shit wrestler Zombie McMorris can finally do something of worth and last more than two minutes in the world of Joey Flash, pardon for questioning you ZMAC but I’ve seen you falter at every fucking hurdle. Lost to Omega for the Hardcore Strap, lost in Trios to DRG, lost to Gemini in your high profile sword on a pole match, lost out to Spencer Adams for the People’s Title, about to lose the only man who believes in you and cares for you to cancer. It’s been a tough fucking year. What’s one for the fucking road eh ZMAC ya worthless fuckin mewling cunt.
Some people wanted to see the two hardest shooters in the federation square off in a battle for the ages, you came with a fucking pea shooter against an M-16 and got completely and utterly shown up for the clown that you are. Never ever think about stepping into the realm with me again. I was better than you when I first debuted here, back when you were top of the fuckin world, still I was better, you think I’ve slipped? You think you’ve gotten better? What variable has changed since last time we met that will give you the edge in this match? No, it’s called self-delusion of an insane mind walking the fucking green mile. You’ll be sat in the electric chair all the time thinking that it isn’t going to work, that shit will malfunction, well flip that switch cos John Coffey you about to fuckin fry. That bell, your death knell, there is no saving you in this match. There is no overcoming of the odds, there is no redemption for your constant shit show of performances and terrible results in that ring. There is only Joey Flash, that creeping sickening inevitability of defeat and knowing by the end of the night you will have been completely embarrassed in your chosen profession by the superior athlete.
I’ve destroyed the Vapor Kings, I’ve destroyed Imperium, all that is remaining in this federation is a flickering ember just trying to survive the winds and at Revenge I’m going to grind that ember completely underfoot. Goodbye forever ZMAC, you’ve erased your past with how terrible you’ve performed in the present, tonight Joey Flash erases your fucking future.
Bodybags on deck. You’re finished.
The World
The pair sat in silence in bed together, Alessandra could feel Joey's warm seed running down her thigh. The lovemaking was void of love, emotion or feeling, he had said nothing, he hadn't spoken a word, he just...took her. She looked across at him, Joey was staring straight ahead, bolt upright in a glazed almost trancelike state. Finally, he broke the silence.
Joey: I hate you.
Alessandra reached a hand out toward him but he caught it before she touched him. He let her go instantly and she didn't try again.
Joey: I hate you. Do you know what you've done to me?
Alessandra was silent.
Joey: You killed them. They were children, and you had them killed.
Alessandra: Jo-
Joey: Who did it?
Alessandra was silent once more.
Joey: Who killed the two children Alessandra?
He looked at her and she saw the first flashes of emotion rush across his face. Hatred. He knew. She had been so good at hiding herself it had been as natural as breathing to her, and yet now in front of this one man she could hide absolutely nothing.
Joey: Y-you didn't...
Alessandra: I was not going to live my life without you by my side.
Joey: Was it worth it? Was it fucking worth it?!
The anger was growing.
Joey: Do you understand, do you understand one bit? You have fucking ruined me. Every night is haunted by their faces, thinking I had some part to play in this, thinking that it's my fault, that I'm a fucking child killer, do you know how that fee-
He hit her.
Joey: Of course you know how that feels. Or do you? Do you even feel for anything? Why have you done this to me?
She didn't even react to the blow, and spoke to him in a very matter of fact tone.
Alessandra: I love you.
Joey: LOVE? Don't even speak of that fucking word here you evil fucking-
Alessandra: I love you Joseph. Everything I've ever done has been to protect-
Joey: Want to know why you get to call me 'junkie?', why you get to hold that over my head? Why you bring that up every time I make ONE FUCKING MISTAKE? Because I fucking need it you cunt.
Alessandra: Jo-
Joey: Just fucking shut up, for once in your fucking life you're going to listen to me. I see their faces every night and I wake up feeling the need to either block it out again or turn a fucking gun on myself. The only reason I haven't done that is because I dunno I had some stupid fucking idea that I had a family, that I had someone who I could trust, rely on and...and...
He began to cry.
Joey: Why...why...why fucking you...why is it always...
Alessandra can't remember the last time she cried, she always found it intriguing other people's emotions, trivialities that cloud rational thinking. Even so, she watched on at the broken man sat in front of her, her broken man, her love and felt the strange sensation of tears running down her cheeks.
Joey: I can't live like this anymore, I can't live...
She got the feeling that even if they hadn't been interrupted, that would have been the ending of the sentence anyway. The voice cut both of them deeper than anything else.
Christian: I had a bad dream.
Joey stared wild eyed through the tears at the little boy stood in the doorway. Joey watched as he toddled into the room, clambered up onto the bed and approached Alessandra, her face turned from stone to loving mother in a second and he watched as she soothed the child, stroking his hair. All this time he thought the monsters were all in his head, but watching this display, this fucking travesty, the monster had been his bed all along. Child killer to calming presence, murderer to mother.
Alessandra: What happened sweet thing?
Christian: I died.
Alessandra: What? No no, it's just a nightmare, you're fine, look, mommy's here.
She glanced at Joey.
Alessandra: Daddy too.
Christian looked at his father who tried to smile through the tears.
Christian: Yeah! Daddy, you'll protect me right?
Joey looked at the woman holding his child.
Joey: Right.
Christian: From anything?
Joey bit his lip.
Joey: From anything.
Christian: He killed you too you know.
Joey: Who did?
Christian: The Jackal did.
Joey looked at his scared child for a moment, but his intent was entirely on the woman holding the last bastion solace in his life and made one solemn promise. No matter what...
Joey: I will always protect you.
Alessandra Allegri coughed and sputtered for breath as she wrapped her hands around Joey’s arm to try to create a bit of give in his crushing grip. Her gaze fell across the man she loved. The rage in his eyes, the fury on his face was overwhelming. The sheer control this man had over her in this moment, he could crush her windpipe if he wanted, he could dash her head against the wall, he could do whatever he wanted to and she was completely and utterly powerless. Alessandra Allegri, powerless. In that moment when she was struggling for breath and feeling herself drifting away at the hands of Joseph Malignaggi only one thing ran through her thoughts. She was never more sure of it than right than now.
‘You’re the man for me’.
She felt her world black out for a moment before drifting into consciousness, she felt light headed and stars spread across her vision as her eyes fluttered open. She was sat in the same chair at the head of the table, sat at the opposite end of the table with a cold stare tearing right through her was her fiancée. He had the whiskey bottle next to him and only a thin sliver lined the base. She sat up and ran a hand across her neck wincing at the pain before locking eyes with Joey.
Joey: Talk.
She had made a horrendous error, one that deserved a lot worse than what she had received so far. This was supposed to remain as a fever dream for him; this was not the time for clarity or for truth. He had jumped to a conclusion, but she was not going to slip up again, she would convince him whatever conclusion he had was wrong.
Alessandra: You hurt me.
Joey: Yeah. Yeah I did, and?
She had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. Look how radiant you are Joseph.
Alessandra: You’ll regret it in the morning, you’ve been drinking.
No, that wouldn’t make him angry and doubt himself.
Alessandra: Have you been on the smack again Joseph? At least now you’re doing it away from our child.
Joey slammed a fist down on the table and downed the last of the whiskey.
Joey: Enough.
Alessandra: J-
Joey: Stop stalling and deflecting.
Alessandra: I’m not.
Joey: You’re not, not what?
Alessandra: I-
Joey: Not what Alessandra? Not trying to make this situation go how you want? You said that I called you from jail, and that you ‘looked after me’.
Alessandra paused.
Joey: Don’t lie to me, please, if you have any shred of real feeling for me, just…
He rubs his temples.
Joey: Just tell me the truth.
Alessandra picked her glass of wine off the table; it hadn’t spilt in the scuffle. That was a boon at least. She circled a finger along the rim contemplating how to handle this situation. One wrong move and she could destroy him, another wrong move and she could destroy herself. How to find a happy medium was her dilemma. She had killed the wife, she had killed the children. She even had to smother one of them to death with her bare hands, this didn’t haunt her or upset her, and she never so much as gave it thought until Joseph brought them up. It was more faded memory than jarring nightmare. Truth or Lies, which direction should she take? She made up her mind.
Alessandra: You want to know the truth Joseph? I lied to you for our entire relationship; you think you fell in love with Alessandra, daughter of the great Bernardo Allegri the most powerful Cosa Nostra, an elegant classy but shy girl who you’d protect and make ‘yours’.
She placed the wine down and began walking toward him.
Alessandra: The woman you fell in love with doesn’t exist. But the woman stood in front of you loves you, and every time I’ve ever spoken to you of my feelings that has never been a lie. Never once.
Joey’s face and posture dropped. He wasn’t expecting that. She had him, she had him right in her palm, and this situation was hers.
Alessandra: Let me ask you Joseph, did you think that because of what’s between my legs that I’m less of an Allegri? Does that stop me from being my father’s child? Would you have fallen in love with Alessandra Allegri, sotto capo of the Allegri family? Would you have fallen in love with the Alessandra Allegri that has tortured and killed so many people she can no longer count? The abacus counting the lives I’ve ruined is even longer. Would you have fallen for that person?
She is face to face with Joey now; he didn’t even make eye contact anymore.
Alessandra: Would you have fallen in love with that person Joseph? Would you trust, care for and want to protect a woman who hasn’t lived that life because of ‘tradition’ or ‘birth right’ but simple because…it’s a complete fucking thrill.
She places a finger under his chin and lifts his face to level with hers.
Alessandra: No, I don’t suppose you would.
This time Joey didn’t break eye contact.
Joey: What did you do?
Alessandra: Does it matter Joseph? You’re here aren’t you?
He repeated himself in a hushed tone.
Joey: What did you do?
Alessandra: What do you think I did Joseph?
Joey: Did you kill them? Lucia, Emily, did you…did-
She sat on the table and crossed her legs, her face a complete cold blank pallid slate.
Alessandra: You know the answer. You wouldn’t be asking the question if you didn’t.
He put his head into his hands and rubbed his temples before letting out a deep breath.
Joey: Okay.
She had chosen truth. A gambit that could easily doom both of them, she was the first time in front of the one human being in this world truly and wholly naked, the mask was shattered and here for the first time in their lives were Joseph Malignaggi and Alessandra Allegri. What came next was the thing Alessandra Allegri hadn't planned for. Joey regarded her for what seemed like an eternity and spoke three words.
Joey: Let's go home.
A platinum star
It's Joey Flash vs Zombie McMorris, do we need a descriptive scene to show where Joey Flash is sitting or what he is eating, no matter what happens people will skip this text in grey that is a prelude to what's coming next in white. So please, sit back and enjoy, maybe get a coffee or something. This piece of text is what some idiotic commentators of promotional videos got on the likes of Gemini Battle for attempting to go lighter hearted after a darker scene, the idiotic commentator is now eating his fucking words. For those who need it, Joey is randomly sat on his couch, he is eating a burger.There. He smiles, and begins ethering the poor 'wrestler' known as ZMAC.
Joey: I watched both Zombie McMorris promotional videos before deciding to get this shit done. It’s not the way we professionals do this. Usually I like to keep a clear head and meditate on what qualities I possess over my opponent (usually every single possible attribute needed to succeed in wrestling, getting your dick wet, and generally, life), his vices, his short comings (usually too numerous to name or discuss at length without boring everyone watching my stuff to death). What we do is we probe and probe for any weakness, we make the little niggle a bigger pain before we rip the skin open and snap the bone right in half. But I wanted to see this one time, I wanted to see what Zombie McMorris had to say about me. Would he fire me up and make me even more motivated to tear his ugly ass head straight off its shoulders, god so I sat down and prepared. I was damn near shaking in anticipation.
I pressed play on that shit and I watched and observed. I even took notes while watching.
Bro I’m usually quite tactful and well thought out before I open my mouth so it pains me to say this, not to be mean, but that shit was open ass on a copy machine.
I was planning on doing a whole response shoot as well, I wanted to do something that would make you more pissed off than anything while watching this promo, by killing you with your own words and give you that Batesian treatment. Instead I’m gonna do you how we do, this ain’t gonna be any cheap shit, any weak shit, this is performance of the week shit. I’m going to show you the difference between pretender and contender; I’m going to show you the difference between those in the stratosphere and those simply staring up at the clouds and thinking ‘What if?’, bodybag king is here. We got a fresh leather joint just for one Zombie McMorris, he’s on his way to the morgue and he’s about to be booked in for fuckin cremation.
The cooker is burning and your Jew daddy is gonna fuckin fry with the heat I’m bringing.
Joey flashes his trademark grin.
Joey: Fuck Jew cancer I’m gonna catch this fat fuck and make him watch DRG promos and matches on repeat for a week. Then when he’s had enough I’ll punch your near dead daddy dead in his bloated fuckin chops. Maybe the shock of seeing his nearest and dearest get so badly fuckin battered tonight will finish the job before he prematurely waddles off in to Jew-Hell, so, Africa.
Buddy, how does it feel? How does it feel that the last year of your life might very well be known for one thing and one thing only, the eradication of your legacy and of your status as genius and mastermind as I was sat right next to you making you dance on my strings? I made you look like a rank amateur at this game, I took your next big thing and I fuckin crushed it. You hack, you fuckin bum. You’ve since managed ZMAC’s career right into the deathtrap of this match after taking him down a road more bland and boring than your pandering for votes in People’s Championship matches. If you could see yourself, dogs take after their owners I guess and your fuckin mutt has taken your lead of worthless incompetence and loses match after match against no namers and lower card bums. It’s pathetic.
Well you get that front row seat to enjoy your former ‘son’ fuckin annihilate your favourite client, your favourite client will be nothing more than a chalky outline in the centre of the ring by the end of Sunday night.
Let’s get to business, ZMAC I don’t hate you, I ain’t embracing nothing but apathy and boredom in this match. If I straight up slaughter you…sorry, I misspoke, when as is a 100% mathematical certainty I straight up slaughter you here what do I gain? What is the step up for me from this? What’s my bonus? What’s my fucking motivation? Do you realise that I’m saying this about YOU? You, ZMAC, master of the killah shoot, of dat HORROR KORE shit are nothing but a ‘filler’ opponent for me. You’re filler to the level if WCF was a long running comedy (guess your career kinda fits this description so it works) everyone would tune into the episode entitled ‘Zombie McMorris’ and oh…yep…it’s a fuckin clips episode. I doubt people will be even watching this match to be honest, Zombie McMorris will shit the bed as per usual and Joey Flash will win…as per usual. Ho hum.
It’s pathetic how you’re trying to stay relevant, it’s almost saddening at this point. Whereas I end one of the premier Pay Per Views shocking the world by teaming up with the second greatest wrestler in the history of existence my friend Jonny Fly, a move that pretty much kills the tag team division just by the sheer emanation of dominance from our names alone what does Zombie McMorris do to combat such immensity? He teams up with a fellow mid card incompetent simpleton (OOC: see Gemini, I used it, I didn’t use faggot!) fuckin faggot (OOC: Oops.) Scarecrow. Shake my fuckin head. So you go from challenging the guy and talking smack for like two weeks on the guy, telling him how much of a fuckin terrible wrestler he is, straight up killing that poor fool…to teaming up with him. That’s not one big long drawn out sweve ZMAC, that’s called inopportune planning. Go hug lambs together you fuckin fruitloop.
It shows just how far you’ve fallen, you’re willing to accept someone who wasn’t worth the shit on your shoe one week to pretty much fellating the man on national television, that right there is evidence of your worth. The fact you openly admit it by your actions alone is the most telling thing of all, you can speak all you want about where your confidence is at, and where your wrestling skill is going to take you, but when your actions are telling us the exact polar fucking opposite it’s pretty hard to take you with one iota of serious consideration.
You are a mid-card fucking segment now, where is your pride? I’d do the right thing by pride and have fuckin killed myself by now if I had to endure your terrible life. Here is what I want to see happen to your career after this match, let me lay down some steps on how to improve your current status and standing in both the fans and the wrestlers eyes in the WCF. Ready?
1. Retire.
That’s it. Zombie McMorris the one wrestler in the company today I fear if he just disappeared people would care the least. There wouldn’t be any big goodbye, there wouldn’t be a eulogy to your storied career, the only thing that would happen is that it would open up a space for a better talent to be booked in your spot, someone like say, Ace Maverick.
Joey gives one hell of a grimey smile at the camera.
Joey: You are taking up too much of my time considering the threat you pose. The time taken to body you compared to actual threat level has to be one of the most lopsided I’ve had in my time here. You think you actually have a chance to even make this competitive, to make this match NOT a fucking bathroom break? Well fuck your thoughts like cybersex. I said earlier, your words speak one thing but your actions tell a different story, you are barking loud and fierce but I can see your tail tucked between your legs and your head down on the ground when addressing me.
Who knows? Maybe this Sunday you can silence all the critics, silence all the doubters. Maybe the piece of shit wrestler Zombie McMorris can finally do something of worth and last more than two minutes in the world of Joey Flash, pardon for questioning you ZMAC but I’ve seen you falter at every fucking hurdle. Lost to Omega for the Hardcore Strap, lost in Trios to DRG, lost to Gemini in your high profile sword on a pole match, lost out to Spencer Adams for the People’s Title, about to lose the only man who believes in you and cares for you to cancer. It’s been a tough fucking year. What’s one for the fucking road eh ZMAC ya worthless fuckin mewling cunt.
Some people wanted to see the two hardest shooters in the federation square off in a battle for the ages, you came with a fucking pea shooter against an M-16 and got completely and utterly shown up for the clown that you are. Never ever think about stepping into the realm with me again. I was better than you when I first debuted here, back when you were top of the fuckin world, still I was better, you think I’ve slipped? You think you’ve gotten better? What variable has changed since last time we met that will give you the edge in this match? No, it’s called self-delusion of an insane mind walking the fucking green mile. You’ll be sat in the electric chair all the time thinking that it isn’t going to work, that shit will malfunction, well flip that switch cos John Coffey you about to fuckin fry. That bell, your death knell, there is no saving you in this match. There is no overcoming of the odds, there is no redemption for your constant shit show of performances and terrible results in that ring. There is only Joey Flash, that creeping sickening inevitability of defeat and knowing by the end of the night you will have been completely embarrassed in your chosen profession by the superior athlete.
I’ve destroyed the Vapor Kings, I’ve destroyed Imperium, all that is remaining in this federation is a flickering ember just trying to survive the winds and at Revenge I’m going to grind that ember completely underfoot. Goodbye forever ZMAC, you’ve erased your past with how terrible you’ve performed in the present, tonight Joey Flash erases your fucking future.
Bodybags on deck. You’re finished.
The World
The pair sat in silence in bed together, Alessandra could feel Joey's warm seed running down her thigh. The lovemaking was void of love, emotion or feeling, he had said nothing, he hadn't spoken a word, he just...took her. She looked across at him, Joey was staring straight ahead, bolt upright in a glazed almost trancelike state. Finally, he broke the silence.
Joey: I hate you.
Alessandra reached a hand out toward him but he caught it before she touched him. He let her go instantly and she didn't try again.
Joey: I hate you. Do you know what you've done to me?
Alessandra was silent.
Joey: You killed them. They were children, and you had them killed.
Alessandra: Jo-
Joey: Who did it?
Alessandra was silent once more.
Joey: Who killed the two children Alessandra?
He looked at her and she saw the first flashes of emotion rush across his face. Hatred. He knew. She had been so good at hiding herself it had been as natural as breathing to her, and yet now in front of this one man she could hide absolutely nothing.
Joey: Y-you didn't...
Alessandra: I was not going to live my life without you by my side.
Joey: Was it worth it? Was it fucking worth it?!
The anger was growing.
Joey: Do you understand, do you understand one bit? You have fucking ruined me. Every night is haunted by their faces, thinking I had some part to play in this, thinking that it's my fault, that I'm a fucking child killer, do you know how that fee-
He hit her.
Joey: Of course you know how that feels. Or do you? Do you even feel for anything? Why have you done this to me?
She didn't even react to the blow, and spoke to him in a very matter of fact tone.
Alessandra: I love you.
Joey: LOVE? Don't even speak of that fucking word here you evil fucking-
Alessandra: I love you Joseph. Everything I've ever done has been to protect-
Joey: Want to know why you get to call me 'junkie?', why you get to hold that over my head? Why you bring that up every time I make ONE FUCKING MISTAKE? Because I fucking need it you cunt.
Alessandra: Jo-
Joey: Just fucking shut up, for once in your fucking life you're going to listen to me. I see their faces every night and I wake up feeling the need to either block it out again or turn a fucking gun on myself. The only reason I haven't done that is because I dunno I had some stupid fucking idea that I had a family, that I had someone who I could trust, rely on and...and...
He began to cry.
Joey: Why...why...why fucking you...why is it always...
Alessandra can't remember the last time she cried, she always found it intriguing other people's emotions, trivialities that cloud rational thinking. Even so, she watched on at the broken man sat in front of her, her broken man, her love and felt the strange sensation of tears running down her cheeks.
Joey: I can't live like this anymore, I can't live...
She got the feeling that even if they hadn't been interrupted, that would have been the ending of the sentence anyway. The voice cut both of them deeper than anything else.
Christian: I had a bad dream.
Joey stared wild eyed through the tears at the little boy stood in the doorway. Joey watched as he toddled into the room, clambered up onto the bed and approached Alessandra, her face turned from stone to loving mother in a second and he watched as she soothed the child, stroking his hair. All this time he thought the monsters were all in his head, but watching this display, this fucking travesty, the monster had been his bed all along. Child killer to calming presence, murderer to mother.
Alessandra: What happened sweet thing?
Christian: I died.
Alessandra: What? No no, it's just a nightmare, you're fine, look, mommy's here.
She glanced at Joey.
Alessandra: Daddy too.
Christian looked at his father who tried to smile through the tears.
Christian: Yeah! Daddy, you'll protect me right?
Joey looked at the woman holding his child.
Joey: Right.
Christian: From anything?
Joey bit his lip.
Joey: From anything.
Christian: He killed you too you know.
Joey: Who did?
Christian: The Jackal did.
Joey looked at his scared child for a moment, but his intent was entirely on the woman holding the last bastion solace in his life and made one solemn promise. No matter what...
Joey: I will always protect you.
