Post by James Wolf on Aug 5, 2018 14:48:06 GMT -5
(1994)
James Wolf, and his sister Julia are in a Memphis residence awaiting their parents arrival from a business trip they had taken together two weeks ago. It wasn't out of the ordinary for them to travel together. But on this night of this year both of them would not return. The exact date was April 9, 1994. James was still in high school. Ninth grade to be exact, and his sister was in seventh grade a couple of years behind him.
It was going to be up to him to finish school, and also get his sister through school because one thing that could not be were fucking idiots. The cop arrived at their door, and knocked on it. James, in a plain white wife beater, and a pair of navy sleep pants opened the door, and the news he received would change everything. The cop unsure of what to do exactly gave James the worst news of a life time. His parents on their way home had stopped in at a friends. Their friend's home was broken into and his parents along with the people they stopped in at were among the deceased. As the cop left, James was left with the task of telling his sister the bad news. James did too. He did not wait. He awoke his sister from her nice and quiet slumber to deliver the bad news. While his sister mourned their parents James did not. He was completely unaffected. To him it was just another day. James was completely driven not to let a bad moment affect his standing in life, nor his sisters.
The first thing he did was officially get custody of his sister so she wouldn't wind up in an orphanage. The next thing he had to do was find a job. Still being in school he couldn't work just any job. He eventually hooked up with a promoter called Dr. Whoopass, and his entry in the wrestling business officially began. Although, that relationship was rocky. The two often butted heads behind the scenes, and couldn't work together so they eventually split.
After 2 years in a bad business relationship it was time to move on. It was 1996, and James was nearing his senior year. However he had enough money to take care of himself and his sister which was good enough. Julia was now in the 10th grade, and wasn't far off from him. James was working in the wrestling business improving his standing in a variety of ways. He soon would embark on a life changing journey while his sister would not see the world as he did and go into hiding.
(Present Day)
A cemetary with big wrought iron gates around it is seen. After the WCF All Access Cameras pan through out the rows we finally stop at one where we see James Wolf standing at a tombstone looking down. We don't know whether he has finally come there to mourn, or what. But he is standing there looking at the names. The dates of his parents death now faded where you cannot read. It's clear that he has not provided any up keep to the cemetary to keep his parents family plot updated where visitors could see the plot, and actually know when he parents were born, and were killed. As the WCF All Access Camera zooms in allowing for a close up we can notice that James is still unaffected. He has a blank stare across his face, and as he turns around to see the WCF All Access camera filming him he seems surprised, and then he finally begins speaking.
It might sound harsh, but I'm happy they were killed. Without that extra push in life I may not have succeeded. I know that's a fucked up way of thinking about things but its the truth. From the numerous wrestling organizations that provided me with not only wealth, but with every championship I could dream of including multiple World Championships I can very well say this was my destiny.
James then hocks a fat snot loogie, and spits on his parents grave in a good riddance fashion. He then turns away as the WCF All Access Cameraman follows him out of the cemetary to his vehicle which is parked near by. He then turns slowly back to the camera as he has a sly smile across his lips.
Bonnie fucking Blue! Let's cut the shit shall we? Little did you know but when I planned to make my long awaited come back to this business. Namely the shit hole known as the WCF you were one of the first on my radar. You were dominant too. It made me instantly want to face you one day, and now here we here in our first show down ever. Then it happened! Something that the WCF never saw coming. Bonnie Blue was fucked out of the WCF Hardcore strap by the returning Corey Black. If I were you I'd march your little pink pussy into the WCF Head Office and demand a rematch. But knowing you; you're content with whatever shit sandwhich they hand to next! Am I right!? Of course I am. I am always right. Now I hold the Cairo stone, something I will not be letting out of my sight any time soon. I'll even go as far as to say that even on your period you cannot beat me. That's how confident I am in your inability that you actually have any actual talent left beating within your veins. What's your next marketing strategy? Tell me something I've heard a million times? You better not come at me that way because I'll turn up the volume in our match, and you'll need plastic surgery to fix the damage I do. You won't be able to call on your women in arms either because I'll wreck all of those bitches with a fury they've never seen before. I'm sure you'll also tell me you've heard it all before. Except what I have to tell you is something you've never heard before. Allow me to explain.
James Wolf gets into his mid size Chevy Colorado crew cab, as we notice from a front person view that the WCF Camera man also gets in the front seat. As the ignition turns over, and James puts the automatic transmission into drive they leave the cemetary for an unknown destination. While we await to see where they will ultimately go; the camera is centered on James Wolf while he continues his thoughts on one Bonnie Blue.
Bonnie, you are quite the under appreciated talent, and the reason the WCF booked us in a match was to get you back in their good graces. I, am not going to allow that to happen though. Because while I recognize your value as a potential threat against me, the realization is you're no longer a threat. That opens you up for a lot of possibilities on my end. Do I want to tag with you for another tag team bid? No I do not. I will not settle for dual belts. I'm all for the singles titles at the moment. You may be telling yourself you don't want to rule the tag division with me either, and that feeling is mutual on my behalf. Just so that can be cleared up ahead of time. Now, let's move on to another topic. Your standing in the company. I'm set to face Dune, who could be a transitional champion, or Kid Dynamo in another return match. A man who simply doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. I'm going to be paying close attention to that match. Just like how I scouted you waiting for the right moment to strike. Knowing the WCF couldn't resist to put us in a match against one another. Your standing in the company. That is what I'm going to explore, and I do not think I'm at all off base in this little anaylsis. Let's get right down to brass tacks now.
Bonnie, your standing in the company use to be something of dominance. You had everything going for you, and the horizon was bright. There was no James Wolf lurking about. The horizon you peered out upon was endless, and one day soon Bonnie Blue would be World Champion. Then Corey Black arrived and scaled down our opportunities. He also took away the WCF Hardcore Title from you, and also your standing within the company. You're now in wrestling purgatory, or limbo, and I am the man who is suppose to help you escape that hell. That inexplicable Area 51 that is classified. You wonder if anything that I do in this match will be classified. Allow me to ease your fears Bonnie. I'm an open book when it comes to this match. We will be testing each others limits, and I guarantee I can with stand all you throw at me, and more. Because let's face facts. You Bonnie, are beneath me! You have no class, and you have no drive to reach what you desire. I'm going to use every under handed tactic there ever was to win this match because that's how I work. I'm not a good person inside that ring. That ring is my office, and I rule it with an iron fist. If you get injured I won't stop. I don't get tired I continue on. Pain is just another word. It's euphoric in a way, and drives me on to bigger heights. Bonnie, I would say that I admire you but in fact that would be a lie. I don't admire you. In fact you fucking disgust me with your lack of motivation! That's the honest truth that I'm not afraid to admit. I expect you to be completely honest when you find the words to say something because that's the only way this thing will work. I demand complete honesty in promo's because the rest of the garbage out there is so watered down and unoriginal its just not worth your time. Bonnie, we are coming to our close but I'm not done with you yet.
James then nears the truck toward an exit, and he hits the interstate increasing his speed to 80 miles an hour. The camera is still fixed upon him as he continues once more.
Bonnie, I'm expecting not only that you'll show up but you'll give me an intelligent offering over the same brain dead shit I've heard from Kid Dynamo, Buff Mustache, or anything from the other Church of Singh members from Twitter, and the like. However, even all of that will not be enough to save you. Why? Because you're a fallen star, and at the rate that you have fallen it will be very easy to push you off the proverbial cliff, and as I watch you fall even further down the ladder of success I can see how you will react after you've lost it all! That's my goal in this. In this match, and in the after math I will push you until you have absolutely nothing left to offer. That, makes me dangerous. More of a danger to the WCF than to you, but its a nice way of putting the fact that you're in a test, and its a test you cannot win. You can only fail it. Fail it you will I know that for an absolute fact! You cannot win against the destiny of failing. Failing is your destiny. It's not mine. Although you will disagree there's no actual way of your proving me wrong, and that's the genius of this whole thing. I am the master of your destiny, and I'm the one who will pull the trigger and destroy it right in front the the WCF's very eyes. Or air waves. Whatever is relative to you! Now as we come to the end of this interview I want you to understand this very thing that not many people actually understand. You make your own destiny. There is no right or wrong path to take. We create these options in our minds based on our surroundings, or our nature. However, the WCF has made this decision for you. You're not the purveyor of your own destiny, and this I will tell you Bonnie. I will take their place, and I will destroy you before you begin. You're the fallen, and I'm the rising star. After this week maybe you will learn to think for yourself, and act as yourself because if you don't the WCF, like myself will decommission you, and keep you in wrestling purgatory!
James Wolf finally arrives at his destination, and its the WCF Main Headquarters. He switches the ignition to off, and puts the gear to park. As he gets out the WCF All Access Camera follows him. But then it abrupty shuts off as James Wolf walks through the doors of the the WCF Head Office.
James Wolf, and his sister Julia are in a Memphis residence awaiting their parents arrival from a business trip they had taken together two weeks ago. It wasn't out of the ordinary for them to travel together. But on this night of this year both of them would not return. The exact date was April 9, 1994. James was still in high school. Ninth grade to be exact, and his sister was in seventh grade a couple of years behind him.
It was going to be up to him to finish school, and also get his sister through school because one thing that could not be were fucking idiots. The cop arrived at their door, and knocked on it. James, in a plain white wife beater, and a pair of navy sleep pants opened the door, and the news he received would change everything. The cop unsure of what to do exactly gave James the worst news of a life time. His parents on their way home had stopped in at a friends. Their friend's home was broken into and his parents along with the people they stopped in at were among the deceased. As the cop left, James was left with the task of telling his sister the bad news. James did too. He did not wait. He awoke his sister from her nice and quiet slumber to deliver the bad news. While his sister mourned their parents James did not. He was completely unaffected. To him it was just another day. James was completely driven not to let a bad moment affect his standing in life, nor his sisters.
The first thing he did was officially get custody of his sister so she wouldn't wind up in an orphanage. The next thing he had to do was find a job. Still being in school he couldn't work just any job. He eventually hooked up with a promoter called Dr. Whoopass, and his entry in the wrestling business officially began. Although, that relationship was rocky. The two often butted heads behind the scenes, and couldn't work together so they eventually split.
After 2 years in a bad business relationship it was time to move on. It was 1996, and James was nearing his senior year. However he had enough money to take care of himself and his sister which was good enough. Julia was now in the 10th grade, and wasn't far off from him. James was working in the wrestling business improving his standing in a variety of ways. He soon would embark on a life changing journey while his sister would not see the world as he did and go into hiding.
(Present Day)
A cemetary with big wrought iron gates around it is seen. After the WCF All Access Cameras pan through out the rows we finally stop at one where we see James Wolf standing at a tombstone looking down. We don't know whether he has finally come there to mourn, or what. But he is standing there looking at the names. The dates of his parents death now faded where you cannot read. It's clear that he has not provided any up keep to the cemetary to keep his parents family plot updated where visitors could see the plot, and actually know when he parents were born, and were killed. As the WCF All Access Camera zooms in allowing for a close up we can notice that James is still unaffected. He has a blank stare across his face, and as he turns around to see the WCF All Access camera filming him he seems surprised, and then he finally begins speaking.
It might sound harsh, but I'm happy they were killed. Without that extra push in life I may not have succeeded. I know that's a fucked up way of thinking about things but its the truth. From the numerous wrestling organizations that provided me with not only wealth, but with every championship I could dream of including multiple World Championships I can very well say this was my destiny.
James then hocks a fat snot loogie, and spits on his parents grave in a good riddance fashion. He then turns away as the WCF All Access Cameraman follows him out of the cemetary to his vehicle which is parked near by. He then turns slowly back to the camera as he has a sly smile across his lips.
Bonnie fucking Blue! Let's cut the shit shall we? Little did you know but when I planned to make my long awaited come back to this business. Namely the shit hole known as the WCF you were one of the first on my radar. You were dominant too. It made me instantly want to face you one day, and now here we here in our first show down ever. Then it happened! Something that the WCF never saw coming. Bonnie Blue was fucked out of the WCF Hardcore strap by the returning Corey Black. If I were you I'd march your little pink pussy into the WCF Head Office and demand a rematch. But knowing you; you're content with whatever shit sandwhich they hand to next! Am I right!? Of course I am. I am always right. Now I hold the Cairo stone, something I will not be letting out of my sight any time soon. I'll even go as far as to say that even on your period you cannot beat me. That's how confident I am in your inability that you actually have any actual talent left beating within your veins. What's your next marketing strategy? Tell me something I've heard a million times? You better not come at me that way because I'll turn up the volume in our match, and you'll need plastic surgery to fix the damage I do. You won't be able to call on your women in arms either because I'll wreck all of those bitches with a fury they've never seen before. I'm sure you'll also tell me you've heard it all before. Except what I have to tell you is something you've never heard before. Allow me to explain.
James Wolf gets into his mid size Chevy Colorado crew cab, as we notice from a front person view that the WCF Camera man also gets in the front seat. As the ignition turns over, and James puts the automatic transmission into drive they leave the cemetary for an unknown destination. While we await to see where they will ultimately go; the camera is centered on James Wolf while he continues his thoughts on one Bonnie Blue.
Bonnie, you are quite the under appreciated talent, and the reason the WCF booked us in a match was to get you back in their good graces. I, am not going to allow that to happen though. Because while I recognize your value as a potential threat against me, the realization is you're no longer a threat. That opens you up for a lot of possibilities on my end. Do I want to tag with you for another tag team bid? No I do not. I will not settle for dual belts. I'm all for the singles titles at the moment. You may be telling yourself you don't want to rule the tag division with me either, and that feeling is mutual on my behalf. Just so that can be cleared up ahead of time. Now, let's move on to another topic. Your standing in the company. I'm set to face Dune, who could be a transitional champion, or Kid Dynamo in another return match. A man who simply doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. I'm going to be paying close attention to that match. Just like how I scouted you waiting for the right moment to strike. Knowing the WCF couldn't resist to put us in a match against one another. Your standing in the company. That is what I'm going to explore, and I do not think I'm at all off base in this little anaylsis. Let's get right down to brass tacks now.
Bonnie, your standing in the company use to be something of dominance. You had everything going for you, and the horizon was bright. There was no James Wolf lurking about. The horizon you peered out upon was endless, and one day soon Bonnie Blue would be World Champion. Then Corey Black arrived and scaled down our opportunities. He also took away the WCF Hardcore Title from you, and also your standing within the company. You're now in wrestling purgatory, or limbo, and I am the man who is suppose to help you escape that hell. That inexplicable Area 51 that is classified. You wonder if anything that I do in this match will be classified. Allow me to ease your fears Bonnie. I'm an open book when it comes to this match. We will be testing each others limits, and I guarantee I can with stand all you throw at me, and more. Because let's face facts. You Bonnie, are beneath me! You have no class, and you have no drive to reach what you desire. I'm going to use every under handed tactic there ever was to win this match because that's how I work. I'm not a good person inside that ring. That ring is my office, and I rule it with an iron fist. If you get injured I won't stop. I don't get tired I continue on. Pain is just another word. It's euphoric in a way, and drives me on to bigger heights. Bonnie, I would say that I admire you but in fact that would be a lie. I don't admire you. In fact you fucking disgust me with your lack of motivation! That's the honest truth that I'm not afraid to admit. I expect you to be completely honest when you find the words to say something because that's the only way this thing will work. I demand complete honesty in promo's because the rest of the garbage out there is so watered down and unoriginal its just not worth your time. Bonnie, we are coming to our close but I'm not done with you yet.
James then nears the truck toward an exit, and he hits the interstate increasing his speed to 80 miles an hour. The camera is still fixed upon him as he continues once more.
Bonnie, I'm expecting not only that you'll show up but you'll give me an intelligent offering over the same brain dead shit I've heard from Kid Dynamo, Buff Mustache, or anything from the other Church of Singh members from Twitter, and the like. However, even all of that will not be enough to save you. Why? Because you're a fallen star, and at the rate that you have fallen it will be very easy to push you off the proverbial cliff, and as I watch you fall even further down the ladder of success I can see how you will react after you've lost it all! That's my goal in this. In this match, and in the after math I will push you until you have absolutely nothing left to offer. That, makes me dangerous. More of a danger to the WCF than to you, but its a nice way of putting the fact that you're in a test, and its a test you cannot win. You can only fail it. Fail it you will I know that for an absolute fact! You cannot win against the destiny of failing. Failing is your destiny. It's not mine. Although you will disagree there's no actual way of your proving me wrong, and that's the genius of this whole thing. I am the master of your destiny, and I'm the one who will pull the trigger and destroy it right in front the the WCF's very eyes. Or air waves. Whatever is relative to you! Now as we come to the end of this interview I want you to understand this very thing that not many people actually understand. You make your own destiny. There is no right or wrong path to take. We create these options in our minds based on our surroundings, or our nature. However, the WCF has made this decision for you. You're not the purveyor of your own destiny, and this I will tell you Bonnie. I will take their place, and I will destroy you before you begin. You're the fallen, and I'm the rising star. After this week maybe you will learn to think for yourself, and act as yourself because if you don't the WCF, like myself will decommission you, and keep you in wrestling purgatory!
James Wolf finally arrives at his destination, and its the WCF Main Headquarters. He switches the ignition to off, and puts the gear to park. As he gets out the WCF All Access Camera follows him. But then it abrupty shuts off as James Wolf walks through the doors of the the WCF Head Office.
