Vic Venable's Conspiracy Part I - Charged Up/Back to Back
Sept 27, 2015 22:18:25 GMT -5
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Post by FPV on Sept 27, 2015 22:18:25 GMT -5
A PHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO CAPPOS
There is a pause on Caller #1’s line.
There is a long silence on Caller #1's part.
Caller #2 hangs up.
FPV PRESENTS...
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 21ST, 2015 - DAY
It's the second-to-last afternoon of Summer, and somewhere in the heart of Georgia, a deal is taking place.
VIC VENABLE was tired of being a nomad. He wanted a place to come to where he could just not think about a damn thing, WCF related or not. What better place to set up shop then the very same place he lived in as a kid? The previous time he was here a few weeks ago, he hadn't stayed to talk to the young woman in the house, ANNIE MARTINEZ, was a real estate agent scouting the house after the death of Paul Venable. Annie now walks through the house with Vic, forgoing the usual real estate tour walkthrough since he already knows the house inside and out, as the two make their way back to the living room.
Annie reaches into her pocket and produces a well designed, fairly professional business card. She hands it to Vic, who smiles in appreciation but quickly stuffs it into his pocket, not even glancing at it.
Annie smiles back at Vic, and proceeds to walk out the door, quickly getting in stride to the next tour. Vic is now left alone in this, the house of his childhood. The last time he was here, he was being dragged out by a cop against his will. It was scary just how much the insides of the house remained the same, the same little knick-knacks on the mantle, the same pictures in the frames hanging on the walls. It was as if the house was a time capsule to that day when his life changed. It gave Vic very uncomfortable vibes, and in his mind he began to make plans for renovations.
Here we are, ladies and gentleman. October 4th, 2015. A day that will live in infamy. WAR is upon us, my friends. And this will be night, mark my words, where people will be forced to take note of me.
At Slam on Sunday night, I made sure that my intentions for WAR were clear. The two goals I have set for self are clear. Plan A: Win the whole fucking match. Plan B: Eliminate SIX people and break the tied record for eliminations in a single War match. I can guarantee you this, one or both of those goals will be met. Defeat is not even a consideration for me these next few weeks, but once I get in that ring on Sunday, it will be my opponents ONLY consideration.
My announcement at Slam worked. People have taken notice, my name has been brought up more among WCF fans as the dark horse in the WAR match. And the roster has also been forced to recognize me. Take Gemini Battle for example. He decided to be the early bird and start talking shit right from the jump, probably to help him get over the fact that his team just lost the Trios titles in truly embarrassing fashion. He’s gone to town on pretty much the whole roster at this point, yet even when trying about other wrestlers, my name kept coming out of his mouth. He noticed what I said on Sunday and took it to heart, making claims like “If I’m the first entrant I’m going to eliminate all forty men!” I guffawed like a motherfucker when he said that. The was one of his only two points against me, to just take a claim I made and take it way too far. If you think you’re that good of a wrestler to where you can single handedly win WAR by eliminating everybody as they come in, one by one? Bitch this ain’t 2K15 Royal Rumble on Easy mode, this is real life. And what was Mr. Grayson’s other jab at me? That I couldn’t win the Waylon Cash/Billy match? I lost because Waylon decided to take the easy route, as he often does in life, and pin Billy, who was already winded by the time he slid his fat ass into the ring. If Waylon had pinned me I would have respected both his win and you’re point, Grayson. That’s your problem Grayson my boy, you can’t read between the lines, you can only see what’s on the surface. You’re attacks on me so far have been superficial and of no substance. If you had taken your time and done your homework on me, you would have had plenty of shit to work on. Instead you took the rush job route and only took a gander at my life.
That’s the difference between you and me. I’ve taken the time to look up your entire backstory. Former rockstar, couldn't cut it in that industry. You turned to wrestling, you floundered in that too, Grayson...or was it Livewire? It's hard to keep track of how many fake monikers you give yourself to make you sound more interesting then you really are. The point is, you failed as Livewire and went cuckoo for Coco Puffs and turned into the sock puppet wearing "evil genius" we now know as Gemini. I swear to Christ the origin story your mentally ill brain pulled out of your ass...there's just no words to describe my feelings about it. But then...something miraculous happened. You started actually winning matches! It took you destroying your true self to find success. That's a damn depressing life if you ask me. And ever since KL Henson, unhinged maniac that he is, made you realize who you truly were, that you're not in fact a mad scientist with a legion of minions on your own private island, but instead JUST A BORING NORMAL FUCKING DUDE, what happened after that? BAM! You started losing matches again, right on cue. People say you are one of the people closest to reaching main event status. Now who are the two people in the world title match at WAR? Joey Flash and Dune. Who has Grayson lost to ever since he figured out he was Grayson? Joey Flash and Dune. Face it Grayson, no matter how much you're going to hype yourself this match, I'll give the fucking sad truth of the matter: IT AIN'T HAPPENING. You're just going to end up like the rest of the DRG...a failure.
And what of the DRG, Grayson? Doug the Thug and Thomas Uriel Bates? The fact that you’re stuck with those two makes me want to almost feel sorry for you. I can’t think of a worst pair to be associated with. Doug is not a wrestler, is not meant to be a wrestler, and after he inevitably bails on your group to go back to playing hockey, he will never be a wrestler again. The writing is on the wall, Doug not meant for this business. Too fucking idealistic. I can see it in his eyes, everything he thought he knew about what his brother did for a living is being destroyed in front of his very eyes, and sooner or later he’s going to snap. He’s going to ditch you guys high and dry when you need him most, and you’re failure as a group will become even more apparent than it already is.
Speaking of absolute and pitiful failure, Thomas Uriel Bates, ladies and gents. AKA Mr. Fuck Up. How the fuck did you let this happen to your career, Tommy Boy? You were sitting so nice and comfy as United States champ and Trios Champ. In the span of ONLY A MONTH, you proceed to lose not only your United States title, a World title match against Dune that you didn’t deserve in the first place, and then last Sunday, you lose grasp of those Trios titles. That precious, precious Trios title the DRG and had been sitting on for months, and you blew it. You blew it so...fucking...HARD. Please teach me how to suck as hard as you do, because at this point you’ve obviously got losing down to a fucking art form. I’m sure you won’t though, since you’ve made it abundantly clear you refuse to acknowledge when things don’t do your way. Not a single word on any of these losses, Tommy Boy. What do you think this accomplishes? Makes you look stronger? Fuck no it doesn’t, it only proves that you live in a world of denial. This whole past week in your promo you talked about how “you have your eyes set on WAR” when you had probably a more important task at hand, helping your boys retain Trios. So not only do you suck, and you’re a fuck up, but you’re a selfish fuck up at that. Not only that but you’re a fucking creep too. Trying to get into Denise D’evil’s pants when she’s married to Night Rider. Do you seriously want Night Rider’s sloppy seconds? Why Denise, of all people. YOU COULD HAVE LITERALLY GONE FOR ANYONE ELSE, hell you would’ve for sure had a chance with Shannon Lerch, but DENISE?! I can only imagine that if you two had sex she would go praying mantis on your ass and decapitate you as you climax. I’d say that would be a fitting end to your life, wouldn’t you agree, Tommy? You’re days in the WCF are numbered Tommy Boy. I don’t even want to shoot on you because finding ways to attack you is just too easy at this point and I actually want to challenge myself, but your failure is just too great to ignore. You can only lose so many matches so many times before Seth fires you for incompetence. I’d give you about a month of more losses before he’s done with you.
I hope that you’re still with me Grayson. Cause I can guarantee you this, no one from the DRG will come even CLOSE to winning WAR. Not even close. It will a Dark Rider Slaughter in the ring. It practically already is. My advice, Grayson? Leave these fucks behind and go solo, it can only help what little bit of a career you have at this point.
But I can give you some props, you’re not the most pathetic stable in this company. No, that dishonor would go to the people you’ve decided to feud with, The Angels of Death. Formed way the fuck back in 2012, the AoD accomplished jackshit then, and they’ve accomplished jackshit now. What’s the point of this group? Really, I want to know. Night Rider hasn’t done anything. Denise hasn’t done anything other than set feminism back faster this year then Meghan Trainor did, Riddlebox just posts clown shit on twitter then gets mad when someone brings up his irrelevancy. Oblivion is an old hack who has to pick on easy targets like Thomas Bates to appear relevant. That’s pretty much everyone in AoD...oh wait, I did forget one person.
King Motherfucking Leukemia. I just now learned that John Gable is actually in AoD. That’s just fucking poor form in every way. The most well known member of your group, and people don’t even associate him with AoD. WHY IS HE EVEN WITH YOU PEOPLE?! Makes absolutely no sense. Even to that end, what a fucking spoiled brat of a man child Gable is. You're just like Grayson, you know that, right John? You wanted to be an actor, a movie star, you wanted it all, didn't you? But the talent just wasn't there. The only parts I'd imagine you'd get with your talent level are extras, so you wouldn't royally fuck up the movie with your presence. You pitched a hissy fit and set up shop in WCF, because you've heard stories of wrestlers who make it big in the wrestling getting movie roles out the wazoo. You weren’t doing this because you loved wrestling, or because you loved the fans, or because you want to show off your absolute dominance over every motherfucker who stands in your way, NO! You were doing this to get your name out to a talent agent in L.A who wouldn’t have even LOOKED at your talentless ass otherwise. Then after you got your fix of wrestling and realized it required actual talent and effort you ditched the biz and tried again to be a movie star. God...if people didn’t realize you were such a flop then they certainly do now. Just how bad was that movie you’re trying so hard to promote? SO FUCKING BAD. Cue you filing lawsuits against WCF. What will do once I eliminate you from WAR Gable? Cry and demand a second chance? Get over yourself you big baby. You winning WAR would be an absolute disgrace. Are we seriously going to let a man who at one point fully convinced himself he was a turkey win? I didn't think so.
You know what, the more I think about it, the more I realize that Gable and his stablemate Riddlebox have in common. Mr. Box is also a failed performer, a circus clown! How can you fuck up being a clown? Apparently Mr. Box found a way, cause people fucking hated him. So what's he gonna do to fix this? Actually learn to be funny and not creepy? Nope. Dude just snapped, turned the creep factor up times ten, and joined WCF. That seems to be the running theme here. Can't cut it doing what you love? Join the WCF and insinuate that you're mentally ill. Beautiful. Riddlebox I'd recommend you don't do anything dumb around me in the ring, or else I'm gonna have to humiliate you so bad people are gonna finally find you funny like you always wanted them to.
But do I think someone like Oblivion is going to take WAR? Absolutely not. Oblivion is one of those people like Logan, Gravedigger and Corey Black, who have been around so long, that their relevancy to the WCF has just PLUMMETED. When people look at Oblivion, they don’t ooh and ahhh at what once was a terrifying unstoppable monster, they look at a man in a mask whose level has dropped so low that he’s been forced to join the Angels of Death.Think about that for a minute. This man, a former world champion, who HOLDS THE RECORD FOR MOST HARDCORE TITLE REIGNS, is now forced to stable with these fucks. Oh how the mighty have fallen Oblivion. The shock factor that once pervaded him is now gone, replaced by calls of “oh, I’ve seen this all before, nothing new. Yawn. “ It’s gotten so bad that you’ve taken to attacking Thomas Bates, the lowest common denominator of potential rivals. Oblivion is not going to win WAR. Hell, Oblivion isn’t going to be winning any matches soon, PERIOD.
That just leaves Denise left, since I’m sure her husband Night Rider won’t even be in the audience cheering her on, he’s so afraid he’s going to be made into more of a fool than he already is. And to be honest...I have no idea what to think of Denise. She seems like the badass female viking warrior from hell looking to burn the souls of the living...but on Slam practically every week you’re engaging in some violent sexual behaviour. Like...I get the feeling you like guys repeatedly punching you in the face, and if your husband wouldn’t mind playing the role of the cuckold in this situation my knuckles would love to connect with your jawline before I pin you straight back to the locker room.
So one one side we have a group of midcarders who are bound by their very nature to remain in the mid card if not LOWER, and former TITAN of the upper card that are slowly getting just decimated and destroyed week in and week out. None of these people are going to win, hell, none of these people will even be CLOSE to winning. The best that anyone from this group can wish for is Gemini getting like two eliminations and making himself look sorta good before I pin him and humiliate him harder then his affiliation with the DRG already has.
My stock is rising, bitches, and y’all just hit Black Monday.
Peace.
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 24TH, 2015 - NIGHT
The house was really starting to come together.
The basement of the home, which previously had only contained a few boxes filled with miscellaneous items and cleaning supplies, had been converted into Vic's personal home gym. It wasn't much, just a weight bench, a treadmill, and some dumbbells, but it was all he needed.What he lacked in sheer weight and muscle of other wrestlers, he made up for in speed and agility.
Vic lays on the bench now, bench pressing 250 pounds. He's pushing hard to get these last few reps out, but he gets them done with ease. After getting up and wiping his face with a nearby towel, Vic leaves the basement gym, shutting the light off.
Now back in his living room, with all the knick-knacks and pictures taken out of the room and put into boxes scattered around the room, Vic takes a seat in his dad's old recliner, the one he would sit in on Sundays to watch the game, and takes the remote from the end-table and turns on the TV. The ten-o-clock news was on.
Vic nods at this news and smiles. While he's never really been a holy man, he can at least appreciate the good will this new Pope has been spreading thoughout the world. The graphics on screen change from that of a smiling Pope to an angry Mississippi business man being escorted by police.
Vic's eyes widen in surprise, and become glued to the TV. He knew what this meant, but he didn't want it to be true.
The TV shuts off, Vic's finger on the power button on the remote. Total silence fills the room, while Vic's head is filled with conflicting emotions. Deep down, he knows how the police found out about the plan. He should've expected something like this to happen. Putting trust into someone he hadn't seen in years was the dumbest thing he had done since he got out of jail.In Vic's mind, he began to make more plans, the first of which was to make a phone call.
A PHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN OLD FRIENDS
Vic hangs up.
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 24TH, 2015 - NIGHT
His dad's old gun was still there in his closet, thank god.
Vic knew that with guns procurred by the Cappos (including the one Cliff had given him) that they had systems on them that could permanently switch the safety on, making it useless for him to use. Some technology inside the gun controlled by computers or something. Vic could've used the sniper rifle, but that was impractical for his purposes. He could only really use a handgun for this job, and thank god his dad still believed in the second amendment.
Vic takes the gun out of the closet, buried beneath a veritable mountain of clothes. He opens the clip to check how many rounds were inside. One full clip of 12 bullets. He knew that wouldn't cut it, but knowing his criminal record he probably wouldn't be able to get more from a gunshop, so this would have to do.Every shot was going to have to count.
Paul Venable had never needed to use this gun his whole life, only keeping it around as a safety measure. Vic was going to use this to knowingly end at least one man's life, maybe more. He knew his dad would heavily disapprove of this plan, but quite frankly Vic needed to do this. Vic's goal since getting out of jail was still the same as before, he had never lost sight of that goal. Three Cappos were already dead by his hand, and when he was through, all of them would meet the same fate.
Vic takes the clip and shoves it back in the gun.
I want to pose a question to the WCF fans out there who will be listening to this. How many real contenders are there in the AoD and DRG to win WAR? I want everyone to think long and hard about how they answer that question. I can guarantee no one from AoD will even come close to making it to the end, and from the DRG only Grayson has a real shot, since he has the most talent out of this whole bunch, which isn’t really saying much. Plus people will be gunning for him right from the moment he enters that ring, considering he was the first person to speak up about the match. His ass is as good as grass.
No, you wanna where a lot of legit contenders are? #BeachKrew and Pantheon. Both more unified groups then either AoD or DRG, but just as, if not even more deplorable than the both of them combined.
There is just something about Pantheon, the way the carry themselves, how they carry on with their business, that just screams ARROGANCE to me. It’s amazing how a group of people walk around like the Big Dick Swingers of the WCF, saying “YEAH, WE RUN THIS SHIT, BOW DOWN TO US!” But Pantheon right now is missing something, something very important to it’s former success, fuck the reason the group stuck together for as long as it did. You wanna know what that reason is?
Jonny Mothafuckin’ Fly.
When people think of the glory days of Pantheon, they think of Jonny Fly, straight up. With Fly, Pantheon was a stable to be feared. If you crossed Fly and the Boys, then you better pray they took mercy on your ass. Starting Pantheon is probably the highest point on Fly’s resume of accomplishments. If you’re in Pantheon now though? It’s practically a death knell on your credibility. Y’see, when Fly left Pantheon, that group should have been dead. Gone. Forever. But we all know how wrestling loves to beat dead horses now, do we? Of course we do, and Pantheon at this point is the biggest dead horse this side of a glue factory.
Shame on you, Corey Black. Shame on you for letting this zombie of a wrestling stable continue to live instead of taking it out of it’s misery. Shame on you for making all these new, fresh-faced talents think they need to be in a group like Pantheon to be relevant. Shame. On. You.
Guys like Jay Omega and Alex Richards could have made HUGE names for themselves and been way more celebrated than they are now. The fact that they are confined to this prison of a stable has stifled them talent wise. Tell me, what are these guys biggest accomplishments? Alex Richards held a low-tier belt for a long ass time because he’s good at talking shit on Twitter. That’s all he’s really good for, really. Pantheon found a niche with the guys as their token “talk shit on the internet” guy, and never allowed him to grow beyond that, hence why when he traded the Internet belt for the People’s belt he floundered and lost it not long after. Jay Omega has held the Hardcore championship, a belt that Torture continues to make more and more irrelevant by the day, and the US championship, losing both due to injury. I’m sure if was by himself he would have more freedom to do whatever his time-traveling ass wanted rather than have to go with whatever dumb business plan NuPantheon is up to.
It’s a shame, too, cause I actually like the new guys in Pantheon. Jay Omega just seems like a fun guy to hang out with, and Alex actually came to help me out against #Beachkrew the week after Scarecrow died, which I really appreciate. Speakin of ‘Crow...how fucking dare you guys not at least acknowledge that one of your guys just DIED on national TV. I mean, when you look at how Alex is taking it, it’s hit him HARD. I’ve heard NOTHING from you other guys. You just molded Scarecrow into your “People’s title” niche you needed to fill, then when he’s gone you just shrug it off and continue on with your pathetic attempts to be dominant. At least Omega can say he views death differently than we do, what with the whole time travel business, but otherwise, you guys are legit dicks for how you’ve handled this.
That’s real sad, how the motherfucker called “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” is showing more real emotion about something then his “normal” compatriots. I’m not surprised, though. Half of you fucks seem less like real people and more like cartoon characters. Like Jeff Purse. A man who is past his prime. Former world champion, former WAR winner, now wasting away in NuPantheon with nothing better to do with his time. I guess him coming back to WCF was inevitable, dude’s got a baby on the way and diapers ain’t cheap. But looking at the guy now, makes me think he took the one unique trait about him (his OCD) and just exaggerated it to all hell. Now he’s just another character in The Pantheon Show.
Now these guys may be riding a huge wave of momentum, winning the Trios Titles against the DRG, but that’s as a big an accomplishment as the record books will make it look. The DRG s such a disorganized mess that realistically anyone could have beaten them. FUCK, I could’ve joined up with BIOWALKER and we would’ve won that bitch! Pantheon happened to get a shot at the titles at the right place at the right time. I can guarantee that they won’t hold those belts for long.
That just leaves Mr. Black himself. In a stable filled with the old guard circlejerking around new guys, you’re easily the most pathetic. You’re the reason guys like Omega and Richards aren’t at their proper place in the company, because you insist on keeping them down on your stupid-low level by keeping them in Pantheon. You used to fucking MEAN something man! You used to have RESPECT! You used to be a fucking CONTENDER! Now...now you’re just a joke, a wash-up, a hack. When Pantheon started you were nothing more than a glorified cheerleader, the only person you could feud with who would make you look good is Adam Young. Adam. Fucking. Young. The Fly leaves you and suddenly you’re without someone to keep you in check without you becoming a mess of apathy and laziness. You get angry at him for leaving you. So what do you do? You ask for a match with him on Wednesday Night, where he just WRECKS YOUR SHIT. Like...holy fuck did he make you look like a bigger tool than you already were. If you’re gonna have the balls to challenge Fly, then you should expect a performance like he put on. People looked at that match and thought “Wait, this guy’s in the Hall of Fame? But Fly isn’t?! What the hell man!” After that night I truly believe you’re career is finished. There’s just nowhere else for you to go but down. NOWHERE.
That’s how it’s going to be. If I have any say about how WAR will go down, Pantheon is gonna flop spectacularly and be laughed out of the arena with their tails between their legs. Perhaps it’ll give Richards and Omega the push to finally leave these bozos like they should’ve done a long time.
But if you’re looking for a group of individuals, who cast aside everything about who they really are, people who put on masks, literal masks or mental ones, to hide their true selves people willing to break laws of humanity in order to be relevant, look no further than WCF’s own #BitchKrew.
Jesus Fucking Christ every time you twats show up on my screen or on my twitter feeds I lose a whole Jack Daniels worth of brain cells. The sad part is...you guys all strike me as intelligent guys, yet you’re squandering that potential by pulling this charade. You could be making something out of your lives, you could be productive fucking members of society! But I guess the most brilliant people to live were always insane drug fiends who listen to random old vaguely Polish men who show up in their bedrooms one day. Except...NO...they aren’t! Because this is fucking REAL LIFE, and that shit is straight up absurdism…
You guys SAY you are a leaderless group. Can you just...I dunno...stop with that bullshit? Cause we all know it ain’t true. Jared Holmes is your ringmaster, the one who corales you ll into hotel rooms to snort coke and spout off hate-filled bullshit like a Seapunk Adolf Hitler. You’re an ungrateful little son of a bitch, you know that Jared? You complain about how your millionaire dad doesn’t understand you and your struggles, about how your dad just doesn’t GET you. Well I’m sorry to break it to you this way Jared, but your dad ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING OF HIMSELF. He put in work, and got rewarded because of it. To see some punkass like you show him disrespect cause he doesn’t spoil you like you want him to makes me want to punch that smug fucking face of yours until you’ll need dentures to chew your food. You don’t have to like the man, but you MUST show him respect.
But I suppose he did do a shit job of raising you, though. Colossal shit job, I’d say, given how you are today. Spending the better part of your day not honing your craft as a wrestler, but doing the dumb teenage thing of talking shit on the internet. I find no more wasteful use of someone time then posting the drivel I see on your twitter feed on a daily basis. And THIS is our Television Champion! Get the fuck out of my face with that SeaV Title bullshit. Watching you parade that waste of gold and leather makes me want to snatch it out of your hands and use it pummel your face is until your blood spells the letters “TV.” But I doubt you’ll hold that abomination of a belt for too much longer. Once Teo humbles you and makes you another #oneweekschamp I doubt I’ll have to worry about you for too much longer. But once we’re in that ring together at WAR, rest assured Jared, that I’m going to make that sting of losing the TV belt much...much worse.
But the more I think about it, I think the sting of your buddy-boy Wade Moor once again blow his shot at the Internet Title at the start of the show. The irony of the situation, is Wade going off on Jay Omega saying “you're the person who's been given chance after chance and you repeatedly drop the ball.” And yet he’s dropped the ball in his goal of getting the Internet Belt so many times at this point i’ve lost count. I have no fucking clue why Wade wants it so badly, to be quite honest, it’s a gimmick belt that I would mind seeing melted down and poured on Jared Holmes head Khal Drogo-style, but I guess you set goal that you can reach. And that goal was the only thing Wade could realistically obtain, given his absolute lack of talent in every other area of his career, like actual wrestling skill, charisma, grammar, etc. Yet every time he’s been given a shot, he blows it. When he went against Scarecrow for it...well, we all know how that ended. Wade taking ‘Crow’s rightful belt and declaring himself Internet champion...someone give me a barf bag. Then ZMac coming and showing the whole world how much of a #beachbitch Wade really is. But of course, like every good #BitchKrew match worth it’s salt, it goes to a no-contest, cause that’s how they work: beating you by not actually beating you. So a rematch is scheduled for WAR, and as someone paying particularly close attention to Twitter, in my humble opinion…
LOL ZMAC WINS
#BOOTY_TROMBONE_COWBOYHAT
Wade you fucking bitch. THE ONE BELT YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO WIN, AND ZMAC IS TAKING YOU OUT TO PASTURE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE. Motherfuckers drops ESSAYS on your ass, and you respond with measly paragraphs. Admit that you’re outclassed and you don’t belong in the WCF, forfeit the match, and shove your contract in the shredder you fat fuck.
But that’s not the only reason you’re still here, is it Wade? No, you want to expose the man known as Scarecrow to the world, you say he’s not the man we think he is. You wanna talk good humanity, Wade? Let’s talk about good humanity! You think Scarecrow murdered your father, yet you show us no proof, you’re going only off you’re on suspicions. But let’s humour you for a second Wade. Let’s pretend ‘Crow did kill your father. If this is true, then even if ‘Crow isn’t a good human being, he’s still a damn good wrestler cut in his prime. You are neither a good person nor a good wrestler. Get the fuck over yourself, you hateful piece of shit.
Wade’s not the only one I have history with though. Nah, but I’ve also…*ahem*...”wrestled” with one Rico Rojas. I say “wrestled” with air quotes cause before I even got out to the ring I was attacked by Rico’s #305cronies. Don’t try and tell me that’s a splinter group Gravedigger, you’re an idiot an a #BitchKrew mark if you believe that. Rico, you had to take a cheap shot to win against me, because deep down inside, you knew. You knew that if you near a wrestling ring with me that you would walk out with two less legs to walk on and a much better appreciation for the life you have today. You needed to cheat to win like the rest of your Krew, so you did and picked up the dustiest debut victory in the history of the WCF.
Fresh off the heels of your ill-be-gotten victory, you are then thrust into a 4 way match with Bad News Benson, Dustin Beaver, and Sandy Coconutz.
And you lost.
To Dustin Beaver.
YOU LOST.
TO
DUSTIN
BEAVER
HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!? You lost to the kid with the most punchable face in all of WCF! This should’ve been an easy win for you mister “HONOR AND INTEGRITY AND SPLINTER GROUPS!” Well, I tell you why you lost, cause you were too busy gloating in Zach Davis’ ear about how you just pulled off a move that doesn’t even exist, just a bunch of words you just put in a blender and spat out and made sound like a wrestling move. And in doing this, you weren't paying attention to Beaver making Benson tap out. What a fucking embarrassment. #BitchKrew says they’re the most dominant stable in the WCF< but when shit like this happens, I just have to wonder why…
Then there’s the most underrated member of #BitchKrew, and arguably the most dangerous, he is Ky-
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-I’m sorry I forgot I had to also shoot on Andre Aquarius. Fuck. I mean, does anyone take this Andre kid serious at all. I can tell you some people who don’t. Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, Rico Rojas, Kyle Kemp, Jim Thuggin and Hunter Updegraff. That’s right ladies and gentleman, Andre Aquarius’ friends hate him so fucking much that they save me from shooting on him by actually shooting on him themselves. HELL, Jim Thuggin himself even called him “the least favorite” of the bunch. I’m like half expecting Andre to show up on the entrance ramp for WAR before wade and Jared shush him back saying “Not now Andre, this match is only for big boys. Maybe when you’re older you can compete.” Andre ain’t winning shit, spoiler alert. And now that I have that out of the way…
Kyle Kemp. I have no idea why he’s in #BitchKrew. Nothing about him says Seapunk at all, he doesn’t have a nickname like “Kyle By The Seaside,” and he actually wrestled here before #BK’s debut, making him by default the most experienced member. But what he lacks in #A E S T H E T I C Kyle makes up for by being an absolutely annoying cunt. Just like Jared and Wade, he spends all of his free time on Twitter talking shit. Although usually the one receiving the brunt of his insults on the twittersphere is Thomas Bates, which is quite frankly low hanging fruit at this point. Kyle goes to his twitter and tells us shit we already know. Kyle is just another straight failure in life. Dude wanted to play baseball, be a sports star, got into MLB and all that jazz. But the sad fact of the matter is that like Gable before him, Kyle just sucked at his dream and couldn’t cut it. So he came to the WCF an angry little shrimp, and has been here pissing off Kyle Steel with that little self-announcement shit every week.
But Kyle is also admittedly a very dangerous mofo, because unlike his #BitchKrew compatriots, he doesn’t have to rely on cheating to win. He took the People’s title from Spencer Adams in dominating fashion and made Spencer look like a total bitch in the process. That iss my one piece of props to Kyle Kemp, that he does actually have a shred of talent and isn’t just a showboating punkass from the ocean. But rest assured, I’m not going to cower before Kyle just because of this. Because I remember a day not long ago where Scarecrow help People’s Title, made it mean something, made it special. And seeing Kemp with that belt...is such an insult to the legacy of ‘Crow. It makes me angry more than I’d care to admit, watching a guy hold that belt while getting booed out the fuckin wazoo. So I’m going to use that memory, that image of ‘Crow, and i’m going to use it as motivation, for fuel, and once I’m that ring with Kemp...I don’t care if ‘Crow is in Heaven Nor Hell, once I pin that twat and send him back to the locker room, I’m sure I’ll make ‘Crow smile.
Of the people who are listening to this, I don’t know how many are going to actually be in WAR, and are heeding what I say. And even of those who are listening, I don’t know how many will take me seriously. But that’s okay though, I’m fine with it. Because once I walk out of that ring next Sunday...after I make history, something no one else in that ring is going to do...after I crush the dreams of six lesser deserving men...my name is going to be on EVERYONE’s tongue. So if you’re in WAR and you’re listening to this, pay close attention.
Vic Venable. The man who will take WCF by storm.
Get used to saying that name, bitches.
ANOTHER PHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO CAPPOS
The second caller on the line, Cliff, hangs up.
CALLER # 1
Waddup boss?
CALLER #2
We have a problem. A big fucking problem.
CALLER #1
If you're talking about Casey in Mississippi, don't even sweat it-
CALLER #2
Daniel Cappo is fucking dead.
Waddup boss?
CALLER #2
We have a problem. A big fucking problem.
CALLER #1
If you're talking about Casey in Mississippi, don't even sweat it-
CALLER #2
Daniel Cappo is fucking dead.
There is a pause on Caller #1’s line.
CALLER #1
D-Daniel?
CALLER #2
Did I fucking stutter? You heard me perfectly well.
CALLER #1
When did this happen.
CALLER #2
Last night. Sniper took him out from far out. His brains were all over the desk. His secretary found him.
CALLER #1
Oh man...oh man...
CALLER #2
I thought you said you would handle the situation. Now one of my best men is dead and I'm scrambling to recover. I should have your ass QUARTERED for this! Vic is still out there, and he's caught on to you. Got you wasting your time getting protection for Casey.
D-Daniel?
CALLER #2
Did I fucking stutter? You heard me perfectly well.
CALLER #1
When did this happen.
CALLER #2
Last night. Sniper took him out from far out. His brains were all over the desk. His secretary found him.
CALLER #1
Oh man...oh man...
CALLER #2
I thought you said you would handle the situation. Now one of my best men is dead and I'm scrambling to recover. I should have your ass QUARTERED for this! Vic is still out there, and he's caught on to you. Got you wasting your time getting protection for Casey.
There is a long silence on Caller #1's part.
CALLER #2
WELL?? Are you going to do something about this?!
CALLER #1
I'll think of something, just-j-j-just give me some time, okay?
CALLER #2
Time? TIME? The more time you waste the more Cappo's I have to put in the ground. Get something figured out and take care of the situation right the fuck now. I'll be in touch.
WELL?? Are you going to do something about this?!
CALLER #1
I'll think of something, just-j-j-just give me some time, okay?
CALLER #2
Time? TIME? The more time you waste the more Cappo's I have to put in the ground. Get something figured out and take care of the situation right the fuck now. I'll be in touch.
Caller #2 hangs up.
FPV PRESENTS...
VIC VENABLE'S CONSPIRACY PART I
CHARGED UP/BACK TO BACK
CHARGED UP/BACK TO BACK
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 21ST, 2015 - DAY
It's the second-to-last afternoon of Summer, and somewhere in the heart of Georgia, a deal is taking place.
VIC VENABLE was tired of being a nomad. He wanted a place to come to where he could just not think about a damn thing, WCF related or not. What better place to set up shop then the very same place he lived in as a kid? The previous time he was here a few weeks ago, he hadn't stayed to talk to the young woman in the house, ANNIE MARTINEZ, was a real estate agent scouting the house after the death of Paul Venable. Annie now walks through the house with Vic, forgoing the usual real estate tour walkthrough since he already knows the house inside and out, as the two make their way back to the living room.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
So you've read over the paperwork and everything, I assume.
VIC VENABLE
Indeed I have.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
The price is workable?
VIC VENABLE
I've already told you, money isn't an object right now, the price is definetely do-able.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Beautiful. Just sign the paperwork I've already given to you and the house'll be yours.
VIC VENABLE
Thank you, so much. You really don't know how much this means to me. It'll be nice, almost like I have a piece of my dad still here with me, y'know. Not to get all mushy and shit, but it's just the feeling I'm feelin.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Oh no, it's fine, I totally understand how you're feeling. You have no idea how many people I've dealt with who are in the same position as you, and they usually say what you're saying right now. Sometimes they break down in hysterical tears, other times they're stone-faced as Mount Rushmore, and to me it looks like you're the latter.
VIC VENABLE
Let's just say that...I'm a little emotionally withdrawn from the situation, let's say. It's in the back of my mind, but I currently have other stuff weighing more heavily on my mental. I won't go into detail, you're not a therapist, you'd probably not be interested in what I have to say anyway. I'll be sure to get the paperwork to you soon.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Thanks. If you need to contact me, here's my card.
So you've read over the paperwork and everything, I assume.
VIC VENABLE
Indeed I have.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
The price is workable?
VIC VENABLE
I've already told you, money isn't an object right now, the price is definetely do-able.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Beautiful. Just sign the paperwork I've already given to you and the house'll be yours.
VIC VENABLE
Thank you, so much. You really don't know how much this means to me. It'll be nice, almost like I have a piece of my dad still here with me, y'know. Not to get all mushy and shit, but it's just the feeling I'm feelin.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Oh no, it's fine, I totally understand how you're feeling. You have no idea how many people I've dealt with who are in the same position as you, and they usually say what you're saying right now. Sometimes they break down in hysterical tears, other times they're stone-faced as Mount Rushmore, and to me it looks like you're the latter.
VIC VENABLE
Let's just say that...I'm a little emotionally withdrawn from the situation, let's say. It's in the back of my mind, but I currently have other stuff weighing more heavily on my mental. I won't go into detail, you're not a therapist, you'd probably not be interested in what I have to say anyway. I'll be sure to get the paperwork to you soon.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Thanks. If you need to contact me, here's my card.
Annie reaches into her pocket and produces a well designed, fairly professional business card. She hands it to Vic, who smiles in appreciation but quickly stuffs it into his pocket, not even glancing at it.
ANNIE MARTINEZ
Now if you'll excuse, I have another tour to give. I'll keep in touch.
VIC VENABLE
Thanks again. For everything.
Now if you'll excuse, I have another tour to give. I'll keep in touch.
VIC VENABLE
Thanks again. For everything.
Annie smiles back at Vic, and proceeds to walk out the door, quickly getting in stride to the next tour. Vic is now left alone in this, the house of his childhood. The last time he was here, he was being dragged out by a cop against his will. It was scary just how much the insides of the house remained the same, the same little knick-knacks on the mantle, the same pictures in the frames hanging on the walls. It was as if the house was a time capsule to that day when his life changed. It gave Vic very uncomfortable vibes, and in his mind he began to make plans for renovations.
CHARGED UP
Here we are, ladies and gentleman. October 4th, 2015. A day that will live in infamy. WAR is upon us, my friends. And this will be night, mark my words, where people will be forced to take note of me.
At Slam on Sunday night, I made sure that my intentions for WAR were clear. The two goals I have set for self are clear. Plan A: Win the whole fucking match. Plan B: Eliminate SIX people and break the tied record for eliminations in a single War match. I can guarantee you this, one or both of those goals will be met. Defeat is not even a consideration for me these next few weeks, but once I get in that ring on Sunday, it will be my opponents ONLY consideration.
My announcement at Slam worked. People have taken notice, my name has been brought up more among WCF fans as the dark horse in the WAR match. And the roster has also been forced to recognize me. Take Gemini Battle for example. He decided to be the early bird and start talking shit right from the jump, probably to help him get over the fact that his team just lost the Trios titles in truly embarrassing fashion. He’s gone to town on pretty much the whole roster at this point, yet even when trying about other wrestlers, my name kept coming out of his mouth. He noticed what I said on Sunday and took it to heart, making claims like “If I’m the first entrant I’m going to eliminate all forty men!” I guffawed like a motherfucker when he said that. The was one of his only two points against me, to just take a claim I made and take it way too far. If you think you’re that good of a wrestler to where you can single handedly win WAR by eliminating everybody as they come in, one by one? Bitch this ain’t 2K15 Royal Rumble on Easy mode, this is real life. And what was Mr. Grayson’s other jab at me? That I couldn’t win the Waylon Cash/Billy match? I lost because Waylon decided to take the easy route, as he often does in life, and pin Billy, who was already winded by the time he slid his fat ass into the ring. If Waylon had pinned me I would have respected both his win and you’re point, Grayson. That’s your problem Grayson my boy, you can’t read between the lines, you can only see what’s on the surface. You’re attacks on me so far have been superficial and of no substance. If you had taken your time and done your homework on me, you would have had plenty of shit to work on. Instead you took the rush job route and only took a gander at my life.
That’s the difference between you and me. I’ve taken the time to look up your entire backstory. Former rockstar, couldn't cut it in that industry. You turned to wrestling, you floundered in that too, Grayson...or was it Livewire? It's hard to keep track of how many fake monikers you give yourself to make you sound more interesting then you really are. The point is, you failed as Livewire and went cuckoo for Coco Puffs and turned into the sock puppet wearing "evil genius" we now know as Gemini. I swear to Christ the origin story your mentally ill brain pulled out of your ass...there's just no words to describe my feelings about it. But then...something miraculous happened. You started actually winning matches! It took you destroying your true self to find success. That's a damn depressing life if you ask me. And ever since KL Henson, unhinged maniac that he is, made you realize who you truly were, that you're not in fact a mad scientist with a legion of minions on your own private island, but instead JUST A BORING NORMAL FUCKING DUDE, what happened after that? BAM! You started losing matches again, right on cue. People say you are one of the people closest to reaching main event status. Now who are the two people in the world title match at WAR? Joey Flash and Dune. Who has Grayson lost to ever since he figured out he was Grayson? Joey Flash and Dune. Face it Grayson, no matter how much you're going to hype yourself this match, I'll give the fucking sad truth of the matter: IT AIN'T HAPPENING. You're just going to end up like the rest of the DRG...a failure.
And what of the DRG, Grayson? Doug the Thug and Thomas Uriel Bates? The fact that you’re stuck with those two makes me want to almost feel sorry for you. I can’t think of a worst pair to be associated with. Doug is not a wrestler, is not meant to be a wrestler, and after he inevitably bails on your group to go back to playing hockey, he will never be a wrestler again. The writing is on the wall, Doug not meant for this business. Too fucking idealistic. I can see it in his eyes, everything he thought he knew about what his brother did for a living is being destroyed in front of his very eyes, and sooner or later he’s going to snap. He’s going to ditch you guys high and dry when you need him most, and you’re failure as a group will become even more apparent than it already is.
Speaking of absolute and pitiful failure, Thomas Uriel Bates, ladies and gents. AKA Mr. Fuck Up. How the fuck did you let this happen to your career, Tommy Boy? You were sitting so nice and comfy as United States champ and Trios Champ. In the span of ONLY A MONTH, you proceed to lose not only your United States title, a World title match against Dune that you didn’t deserve in the first place, and then last Sunday, you lose grasp of those Trios titles. That precious, precious Trios title the DRG and had been sitting on for months, and you blew it. You blew it so...fucking...HARD. Please teach me how to suck as hard as you do, because at this point you’ve obviously got losing down to a fucking art form. I’m sure you won’t though, since you’ve made it abundantly clear you refuse to acknowledge when things don’t do your way. Not a single word on any of these losses, Tommy Boy. What do you think this accomplishes? Makes you look stronger? Fuck no it doesn’t, it only proves that you live in a world of denial. This whole past week in your promo you talked about how “you have your eyes set on WAR” when you had probably a more important task at hand, helping your boys retain Trios. So not only do you suck, and you’re a fuck up, but you’re a selfish fuck up at that. Not only that but you’re a fucking creep too. Trying to get into Denise D’evil’s pants when she’s married to Night Rider. Do you seriously want Night Rider’s sloppy seconds? Why Denise, of all people. YOU COULD HAVE LITERALLY GONE FOR ANYONE ELSE, hell you would’ve for sure had a chance with Shannon Lerch, but DENISE?! I can only imagine that if you two had sex she would go praying mantis on your ass and decapitate you as you climax. I’d say that would be a fitting end to your life, wouldn’t you agree, Tommy? You’re days in the WCF are numbered Tommy Boy. I don’t even want to shoot on you because finding ways to attack you is just too easy at this point and I actually want to challenge myself, but your failure is just too great to ignore. You can only lose so many matches so many times before Seth fires you for incompetence. I’d give you about a month of more losses before he’s done with you.
I hope that you’re still with me Grayson. Cause I can guarantee you this, no one from the DRG will come even CLOSE to winning WAR. Not even close. It will a Dark Rider Slaughter in the ring. It practically already is. My advice, Grayson? Leave these fucks behind and go solo, it can only help what little bit of a career you have at this point.
But I can give you some props, you’re not the most pathetic stable in this company. No, that dishonor would go to the people you’ve decided to feud with, The Angels of Death. Formed way the fuck back in 2012, the AoD accomplished jackshit then, and they’ve accomplished jackshit now. What’s the point of this group? Really, I want to know. Night Rider hasn’t done anything. Denise hasn’t done anything other than set feminism back faster this year then Meghan Trainor did, Riddlebox just posts clown shit on twitter then gets mad when someone brings up his irrelevancy. Oblivion is an old hack who has to pick on easy targets like Thomas Bates to appear relevant. That’s pretty much everyone in AoD...oh wait, I did forget one person.
King Motherfucking Leukemia. I just now learned that John Gable is actually in AoD. That’s just fucking poor form in every way. The most well known member of your group, and people don’t even associate him with AoD. WHY IS HE EVEN WITH YOU PEOPLE?! Makes absolutely no sense. Even to that end, what a fucking spoiled brat of a man child Gable is. You're just like Grayson, you know that, right John? You wanted to be an actor, a movie star, you wanted it all, didn't you? But the talent just wasn't there. The only parts I'd imagine you'd get with your talent level are extras, so you wouldn't royally fuck up the movie with your presence. You pitched a hissy fit and set up shop in WCF, because you've heard stories of wrestlers who make it big in the wrestling getting movie roles out the wazoo. You weren’t doing this because you loved wrestling, or because you loved the fans, or because you want to show off your absolute dominance over every motherfucker who stands in your way, NO! You were doing this to get your name out to a talent agent in L.A who wouldn’t have even LOOKED at your talentless ass otherwise. Then after you got your fix of wrestling and realized it required actual talent and effort you ditched the biz and tried again to be a movie star. God...if people didn’t realize you were such a flop then they certainly do now. Just how bad was that movie you’re trying so hard to promote? SO FUCKING BAD. Cue you filing lawsuits against WCF. What will do once I eliminate you from WAR Gable? Cry and demand a second chance? Get over yourself you big baby. You winning WAR would be an absolute disgrace. Are we seriously going to let a man who at one point fully convinced himself he was a turkey win? I didn't think so.
You know what, the more I think about it, the more I realize that Gable and his stablemate Riddlebox have in common. Mr. Box is also a failed performer, a circus clown! How can you fuck up being a clown? Apparently Mr. Box found a way, cause people fucking hated him. So what's he gonna do to fix this? Actually learn to be funny and not creepy? Nope. Dude just snapped, turned the creep factor up times ten, and joined WCF. That seems to be the running theme here. Can't cut it doing what you love? Join the WCF and insinuate that you're mentally ill. Beautiful. Riddlebox I'd recommend you don't do anything dumb around me in the ring, or else I'm gonna have to humiliate you so bad people are gonna finally find you funny like you always wanted them to.
But do I think someone like Oblivion is going to take WAR? Absolutely not. Oblivion is one of those people like Logan, Gravedigger and Corey Black, who have been around so long, that their relevancy to the WCF has just PLUMMETED. When people look at Oblivion, they don’t ooh and ahhh at what once was a terrifying unstoppable monster, they look at a man in a mask whose level has dropped so low that he’s been forced to join the Angels of Death.Think about that for a minute. This man, a former world champion, who HOLDS THE RECORD FOR MOST HARDCORE TITLE REIGNS, is now forced to stable with these fucks. Oh how the mighty have fallen Oblivion. The shock factor that once pervaded him is now gone, replaced by calls of “oh, I’ve seen this all before, nothing new. Yawn. “ It’s gotten so bad that you’ve taken to attacking Thomas Bates, the lowest common denominator of potential rivals. Oblivion is not going to win WAR. Hell, Oblivion isn’t going to be winning any matches soon, PERIOD.
That just leaves Denise left, since I’m sure her husband Night Rider won’t even be in the audience cheering her on, he’s so afraid he’s going to be made into more of a fool than he already is. And to be honest...I have no idea what to think of Denise. She seems like the badass female viking warrior from hell looking to burn the souls of the living...but on Slam practically every week you’re engaging in some violent sexual behaviour. Like...I get the feeling you like guys repeatedly punching you in the face, and if your husband wouldn’t mind playing the role of the cuckold in this situation my knuckles would love to connect with your jawline before I pin you straight back to the locker room.
So one one side we have a group of midcarders who are bound by their very nature to remain in the mid card if not LOWER, and former TITAN of the upper card that are slowly getting just decimated and destroyed week in and week out. None of these people are going to win, hell, none of these people will even be CLOSE to winning. The best that anyone from this group can wish for is Gemini getting like two eliminations and making himself look sorta good before I pin him and humiliate him harder then his affiliation with the DRG already has.
My stock is rising, bitches, and y’all just hit Black Monday.
Peace.
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 24TH, 2015 - NIGHT
The house was really starting to come together.
The basement of the home, which previously had only contained a few boxes filled with miscellaneous items and cleaning supplies, had been converted into Vic's personal home gym. It wasn't much, just a weight bench, a treadmill, and some dumbbells, but it was all he needed.What he lacked in sheer weight and muscle of other wrestlers, he made up for in speed and agility.
Vic lays on the bench now, bench pressing 250 pounds. He's pushing hard to get these last few reps out, but he gets them done with ease. After getting up and wiping his face with a nearby towel, Vic leaves the basement gym, shutting the light off.
Now back in his living room, with all the knick-knacks and pictures taken out of the room and put into boxes scattered around the room, Vic takes a seat in his dad's old recliner, the one he would sit in on Sundays to watch the game, and takes the remote from the end-table and turns on the TV. The ten-o-clock news was on.
NEWS ANCHOR
Pope Francis' visit to D.C this week has all of Hollywood showing up in droves to catch a glimpse of his Popliness as he is welcomed by the Presenditial family in their home. The Pope is scheduled to speak to Congress in the coming days about a number of issues plauging society, including war and poverty. He is scheduled to return home to The Vatican on Friday.
Pope Francis' visit to D.C this week has all of Hollywood showing up in droves to catch a glimpse of his Popliness as he is welcomed by the Presenditial family in their home. The Pope is scheduled to speak to Congress in the coming days about a number of issues plauging society, including war and poverty. He is scheduled to return home to The Vatican on Friday.
Vic nods at this news and smiles. While he's never really been a holy man, he can at least appreciate the good will this new Pope has been spreading thoughout the world. The graphics on screen change from that of a smiling Pope to an angry Mississippi business man being escorted by police.
NEWS ANCHOR
In other news, Mississippi business man Casey Brokaw was given a police escort from his office to Police protection Saturday after it was made known that an apparent attack on his life was put out.
In other news, Mississippi business man Casey Brokaw was given a police escort from his office to Police protection Saturday after it was made known that an apparent attack on his life was put out.
Vic's eyes widen in surprise, and become glued to the TV. He knew what this meant, but he didn't want it to be true.
NEWS ANCHOR
The call came in from a phone number somewhere in Georgia, and word quickly reached the Mississippi oil tycoon, who agreed to enter police custody. The planned attack never came, and Mr. Brokaw returned to work on Monday. Why he was targeted is currently under investigation.
The call came in from a phone number somewhere in Georgia, and word quickly reached the Mississippi oil tycoon, who agreed to enter police custody. The planned attack never came, and Mr. Brokaw returned to work on Monday. Why he was targeted is currently under investigation.
The TV shuts off, Vic's finger on the power button on the remote. Total silence fills the room, while Vic's head is filled with conflicting emotions. Deep down, he knows how the police found out about the plan. He should've expected something like this to happen. Putting trust into someone he hadn't seen in years was the dumbest thing he had done since he got out of jail.In Vic's mind, he began to make more plans, the first of which was to make a phone call.
A PHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN OLD FRIENDS
CLIFF
Hello, this Vic?
VIC VENABLE
Who else, homie?
CLIFF
(laughing)
How's it goin' man. You took care of that Casey bitch?
VIC VENABLE
Actually, about that...had to change up the plans a bit. Couldn't get to Casey in time, so I make a quick trip to Cali after slam and took out Daniel instead. I don't think anyone saw me.
CLIFF
Damn bruh, what happened?
VIC VENABLE
I got to Mississippi and the motherfucker wasn't even in his office. Had my gun in my hand and everything, not a soul there but me.Made a quick getaway and high-tailed my ass to Alabama. Tried again after Slam, still no one. I got pissed and went to LA right after.
CLIFF
I gotcha homie. What's your plans going forward?
VIC VENABLE
Right now, lay low. I got WAR to focus on in WCF, gonna be going up against FORTY other dudes man.
CLIFF
FORTY?! What the fuck? How does that even work?
VIC VENABLE
Everytime someone gets pinned they're out. Last man standing wins and gets SERIOUS BRAGGING rights.
CLIFF
Daaaaaaaaamn son.
VIC VENABLE
So yeah, I won't be go' after any other guys until then. If you'd like tho, I wanna meet up at Ole' Smokeys soon to discuss what to do when I'm done with this other obligation.
CLIFF
Hell yeah man, just name a time, and I'll be there.
VIC VENABLE
Thanks man, I'll let you know when I'm free. I'll talk with you then.
Hello, this Vic?
VIC VENABLE
Who else, homie?
CLIFF
(laughing)
How's it goin' man. You took care of that Casey bitch?
VIC VENABLE
Actually, about that...had to change up the plans a bit. Couldn't get to Casey in time, so I make a quick trip to Cali after slam and took out Daniel instead. I don't think anyone saw me.
CLIFF
Damn bruh, what happened?
VIC VENABLE
I got to Mississippi and the motherfucker wasn't even in his office. Had my gun in my hand and everything, not a soul there but me.Made a quick getaway and high-tailed my ass to Alabama. Tried again after Slam, still no one. I got pissed and went to LA right after.
CLIFF
I gotcha homie. What's your plans going forward?
VIC VENABLE
Right now, lay low. I got WAR to focus on in WCF, gonna be going up against FORTY other dudes man.
CLIFF
FORTY?! What the fuck? How does that even work?
VIC VENABLE
Everytime someone gets pinned they're out. Last man standing wins and gets SERIOUS BRAGGING rights.
CLIFF
Daaaaaaaaamn son.
VIC VENABLE
So yeah, I won't be go' after any other guys until then. If you'd like tho, I wanna meet up at Ole' Smokeys soon to discuss what to do when I'm done with this other obligation.
CLIFF
Hell yeah man, just name a time, and I'll be there.
VIC VENABLE
Thanks man, I'll let you know when I'm free. I'll talk with you then.
Vic hangs up.
155 BARKSDALE LANE, ATLANTA GEORGIA - SEPT. 24TH, 2015 - NIGHT
His dad's old gun was still there in his closet, thank god.
Vic knew that with guns procurred by the Cappos (including the one Cliff had given him) that they had systems on them that could permanently switch the safety on, making it useless for him to use. Some technology inside the gun controlled by computers or something. Vic could've used the sniper rifle, but that was impractical for his purposes. He could only really use a handgun for this job, and thank god his dad still believed in the second amendment.
Vic takes the gun out of the closet, buried beneath a veritable mountain of clothes. He opens the clip to check how many rounds were inside. One full clip of 12 bullets. He knew that wouldn't cut it, but knowing his criminal record he probably wouldn't be able to get more from a gunshop, so this would have to do.Every shot was going to have to count.
Paul Venable had never needed to use this gun his whole life, only keeping it around as a safety measure. Vic was going to use this to knowingly end at least one man's life, maybe more. He knew his dad would heavily disapprove of this plan, but quite frankly Vic needed to do this. Vic's goal since getting out of jail was still the same as before, he had never lost sight of that goal. Three Cappos were already dead by his hand, and when he was through, all of them would meet the same fate.
Vic takes the clip and shoves it back in the gun.
BACK TO BACK
I want to pose a question to the WCF fans out there who will be listening to this. How many real contenders are there in the AoD and DRG to win WAR? I want everyone to think long and hard about how they answer that question. I can guarantee no one from AoD will even come close to making it to the end, and from the DRG only Grayson has a real shot, since he has the most talent out of this whole bunch, which isn’t really saying much. Plus people will be gunning for him right from the moment he enters that ring, considering he was the first person to speak up about the match. His ass is as good as grass.
No, you wanna where a lot of legit contenders are? #BeachKrew and Pantheon. Both more unified groups then either AoD or DRG, but just as, if not even more deplorable than the both of them combined.
There is just something about Pantheon, the way the carry themselves, how they carry on with their business, that just screams ARROGANCE to me. It’s amazing how a group of people walk around like the Big Dick Swingers of the WCF, saying “YEAH, WE RUN THIS SHIT, BOW DOWN TO US!” But Pantheon right now is missing something, something very important to it’s former success, fuck the reason the group stuck together for as long as it did. You wanna know what that reason is?
Jonny Mothafuckin’ Fly.
When people think of the glory days of Pantheon, they think of Jonny Fly, straight up. With Fly, Pantheon was a stable to be feared. If you crossed Fly and the Boys, then you better pray they took mercy on your ass. Starting Pantheon is probably the highest point on Fly’s resume of accomplishments. If you’re in Pantheon now though? It’s practically a death knell on your credibility. Y’see, when Fly left Pantheon, that group should have been dead. Gone. Forever. But we all know how wrestling loves to beat dead horses now, do we? Of course we do, and Pantheon at this point is the biggest dead horse this side of a glue factory.
Shame on you, Corey Black. Shame on you for letting this zombie of a wrestling stable continue to live instead of taking it out of it’s misery. Shame on you for making all these new, fresh-faced talents think they need to be in a group like Pantheon to be relevant. Shame. On. You.
Guys like Jay Omega and Alex Richards could have made HUGE names for themselves and been way more celebrated than they are now. The fact that they are confined to this prison of a stable has stifled them talent wise. Tell me, what are these guys biggest accomplishments? Alex Richards held a low-tier belt for a long ass time because he’s good at talking shit on Twitter. That’s all he’s really good for, really. Pantheon found a niche with the guys as their token “talk shit on the internet” guy, and never allowed him to grow beyond that, hence why when he traded the Internet belt for the People’s belt he floundered and lost it not long after. Jay Omega has held the Hardcore championship, a belt that Torture continues to make more and more irrelevant by the day, and the US championship, losing both due to injury. I’m sure if was by himself he would have more freedom to do whatever his time-traveling ass wanted rather than have to go with whatever dumb business plan NuPantheon is up to.
It’s a shame, too, cause I actually like the new guys in Pantheon. Jay Omega just seems like a fun guy to hang out with, and Alex actually came to help me out against #Beachkrew the week after Scarecrow died, which I really appreciate. Speakin of ‘Crow...how fucking dare you guys not at least acknowledge that one of your guys just DIED on national TV. I mean, when you look at how Alex is taking it, it’s hit him HARD. I’ve heard NOTHING from you other guys. You just molded Scarecrow into your “People’s title” niche you needed to fill, then when he’s gone you just shrug it off and continue on with your pathetic attempts to be dominant. At least Omega can say he views death differently than we do, what with the whole time travel business, but otherwise, you guys are legit dicks for how you’ve handled this.
That’s real sad, how the motherfucker called “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” is showing more real emotion about something then his “normal” compatriots. I’m not surprised, though. Half of you fucks seem less like real people and more like cartoon characters. Like Jeff Purse. A man who is past his prime. Former world champion, former WAR winner, now wasting away in NuPantheon with nothing better to do with his time. I guess him coming back to WCF was inevitable, dude’s got a baby on the way and diapers ain’t cheap. But looking at the guy now, makes me think he took the one unique trait about him (his OCD) and just exaggerated it to all hell. Now he’s just another character in The Pantheon Show.
Now these guys may be riding a huge wave of momentum, winning the Trios Titles against the DRG, but that’s as a big an accomplishment as the record books will make it look. The DRG s such a disorganized mess that realistically anyone could have beaten them. FUCK, I could’ve joined up with BIOWALKER and we would’ve won that bitch! Pantheon happened to get a shot at the titles at the right place at the right time. I can guarantee that they won’t hold those belts for long.
That just leaves Mr. Black himself. In a stable filled with the old guard circlejerking around new guys, you’re easily the most pathetic. You’re the reason guys like Omega and Richards aren’t at their proper place in the company, because you insist on keeping them down on your stupid-low level by keeping them in Pantheon. You used to fucking MEAN something man! You used to have RESPECT! You used to be a fucking CONTENDER! Now...now you’re just a joke, a wash-up, a hack. When Pantheon started you were nothing more than a glorified cheerleader, the only person you could feud with who would make you look good is Adam Young. Adam. Fucking. Young. The Fly leaves you and suddenly you’re without someone to keep you in check without you becoming a mess of apathy and laziness. You get angry at him for leaving you. So what do you do? You ask for a match with him on Wednesday Night, where he just WRECKS YOUR SHIT. Like...holy fuck did he make you look like a bigger tool than you already were. If you’re gonna have the balls to challenge Fly, then you should expect a performance like he put on. People looked at that match and thought “Wait, this guy’s in the Hall of Fame? But Fly isn’t?! What the hell man!” After that night I truly believe you’re career is finished. There’s just nowhere else for you to go but down. NOWHERE.
That’s how it’s going to be. If I have any say about how WAR will go down, Pantheon is gonna flop spectacularly and be laughed out of the arena with their tails between their legs. Perhaps it’ll give Richards and Omega the push to finally leave these bozos like they should’ve done a long time.
But if you’re looking for a group of individuals, who cast aside everything about who they really are, people who put on masks, literal masks or mental ones, to hide their true selves people willing to break laws of humanity in order to be relevant, look no further than WCF’s own #BitchKrew.
Jesus Fucking Christ every time you twats show up on my screen or on my twitter feeds I lose a whole Jack Daniels worth of brain cells. The sad part is...you guys all strike me as intelligent guys, yet you’re squandering that potential by pulling this charade. You could be making something out of your lives, you could be productive fucking members of society! But I guess the most brilliant people to live were always insane drug fiends who listen to random old vaguely Polish men who show up in their bedrooms one day. Except...NO...they aren’t! Because this is fucking REAL LIFE, and that shit is straight up absurdism…
You guys SAY you are a leaderless group. Can you just...I dunno...stop with that bullshit? Cause we all know it ain’t true. Jared Holmes is your ringmaster, the one who corales you ll into hotel rooms to snort coke and spout off hate-filled bullshit like a Seapunk Adolf Hitler. You’re an ungrateful little son of a bitch, you know that Jared? You complain about how your millionaire dad doesn’t understand you and your struggles, about how your dad just doesn’t GET you. Well I’m sorry to break it to you this way Jared, but your dad ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING OF HIMSELF. He put in work, and got rewarded because of it. To see some punkass like you show him disrespect cause he doesn’t spoil you like you want him to makes me want to punch that smug fucking face of yours until you’ll need dentures to chew your food. You don’t have to like the man, but you MUST show him respect.
But I suppose he did do a shit job of raising you, though. Colossal shit job, I’d say, given how you are today. Spending the better part of your day not honing your craft as a wrestler, but doing the dumb teenage thing of talking shit on the internet. I find no more wasteful use of someone time then posting the drivel I see on your twitter feed on a daily basis. And THIS is our Television Champion! Get the fuck out of my face with that SeaV Title bullshit. Watching you parade that waste of gold and leather makes me want to snatch it out of your hands and use it pummel your face is until your blood spells the letters “TV.” But I doubt you’ll hold that abomination of a belt for too much longer. Once Teo humbles you and makes you another #oneweekschamp I doubt I’ll have to worry about you for too much longer. But once we’re in that ring together at WAR, rest assured Jared, that I’m going to make that sting of losing the TV belt much...much worse.
But the more I think about it, I think the sting of your buddy-boy Wade Moor once again blow his shot at the Internet Title at the start of the show. The irony of the situation, is Wade going off on Jay Omega saying “you're the person who's been given chance after chance and you repeatedly drop the ball.” And yet he’s dropped the ball in his goal of getting the Internet Belt so many times at this point i’ve lost count. I have no fucking clue why Wade wants it so badly, to be quite honest, it’s a gimmick belt that I would mind seeing melted down and poured on Jared Holmes head Khal Drogo-style, but I guess you set goal that you can reach. And that goal was the only thing Wade could realistically obtain, given his absolute lack of talent in every other area of his career, like actual wrestling skill, charisma, grammar, etc. Yet every time he’s been given a shot, he blows it. When he went against Scarecrow for it...well, we all know how that ended. Wade taking ‘Crow’s rightful belt and declaring himself Internet champion...someone give me a barf bag. Then ZMac coming and showing the whole world how much of a #beachbitch Wade really is. But of course, like every good #BitchKrew match worth it’s salt, it goes to a no-contest, cause that’s how they work: beating you by not actually beating you. So a rematch is scheduled for WAR, and as someone paying particularly close attention to Twitter, in my humble opinion…
LOL ZMAC WINS
#BOOTY_TROMBONE_COWBOYHAT
Wade you fucking bitch. THE ONE BELT YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO WIN, AND ZMAC IS TAKING YOU OUT TO PASTURE FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE. Motherfuckers drops ESSAYS on your ass, and you respond with measly paragraphs. Admit that you’re outclassed and you don’t belong in the WCF, forfeit the match, and shove your contract in the shredder you fat fuck.
But that’s not the only reason you’re still here, is it Wade? No, you want to expose the man known as Scarecrow to the world, you say he’s not the man we think he is. You wanna talk good humanity, Wade? Let’s talk about good humanity! You think Scarecrow murdered your father, yet you show us no proof, you’re going only off you’re on suspicions. But let’s humour you for a second Wade. Let’s pretend ‘Crow did kill your father. If this is true, then even if ‘Crow isn’t a good human being, he’s still a damn good wrestler cut in his prime. You are neither a good person nor a good wrestler. Get the fuck over yourself, you hateful piece of shit.
Wade’s not the only one I have history with though. Nah, but I’ve also…*ahem*...”wrestled” with one Rico Rojas. I say “wrestled” with air quotes cause before I even got out to the ring I was attacked by Rico’s #305cronies. Don’t try and tell me that’s a splinter group Gravedigger, you’re an idiot an a #BitchKrew mark if you believe that. Rico, you had to take a cheap shot to win against me, because deep down inside, you knew. You knew that if you near a wrestling ring with me that you would walk out with two less legs to walk on and a much better appreciation for the life you have today. You needed to cheat to win like the rest of your Krew, so you did and picked up the dustiest debut victory in the history of the WCF.
Fresh off the heels of your ill-be-gotten victory, you are then thrust into a 4 way match with Bad News Benson, Dustin Beaver, and Sandy Coconutz.
And you lost.
To Dustin Beaver.
YOU LOST.
TO
DUSTIN
BEAVER
HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!? You lost to the kid with the most punchable face in all of WCF! This should’ve been an easy win for you mister “HONOR AND INTEGRITY AND SPLINTER GROUPS!” Well, I tell you why you lost, cause you were too busy gloating in Zach Davis’ ear about how you just pulled off a move that doesn’t even exist, just a bunch of words you just put in a blender and spat out and made sound like a wrestling move. And in doing this, you weren't paying attention to Beaver making Benson tap out. What a fucking embarrassment. #BitchKrew says they’re the most dominant stable in the WCF< but when shit like this happens, I just have to wonder why…
Then there’s the most underrated member of #BitchKrew, and arguably the most dangerous, he is Ky-
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-I’m sorry I forgot I had to also shoot on Andre Aquarius. Fuck. I mean, does anyone take this Andre kid serious at all. I can tell you some people who don’t. Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, Rico Rojas, Kyle Kemp, Jim Thuggin and Hunter Updegraff. That’s right ladies and gentleman, Andre Aquarius’ friends hate him so fucking much that they save me from shooting on him by actually shooting on him themselves. HELL, Jim Thuggin himself even called him “the least favorite” of the bunch. I’m like half expecting Andre to show up on the entrance ramp for WAR before wade and Jared shush him back saying “Not now Andre, this match is only for big boys. Maybe when you’re older you can compete.” Andre ain’t winning shit, spoiler alert. And now that I have that out of the way…
Kyle Kemp. I have no idea why he’s in #BitchKrew. Nothing about him says Seapunk at all, he doesn’t have a nickname like “Kyle By The Seaside,” and he actually wrestled here before #BK’s debut, making him by default the most experienced member. But what he lacks in #A E S T H E T I C Kyle makes up for by being an absolutely annoying cunt. Just like Jared and Wade, he spends all of his free time on Twitter talking shit. Although usually the one receiving the brunt of his insults on the twittersphere is Thomas Bates, which is quite frankly low hanging fruit at this point. Kyle goes to his twitter and tells us shit we already know. Kyle is just another straight failure in life. Dude wanted to play baseball, be a sports star, got into MLB and all that jazz. But the sad fact of the matter is that like Gable before him, Kyle just sucked at his dream and couldn’t cut it. So he came to the WCF an angry little shrimp, and has been here pissing off Kyle Steel with that little self-announcement shit every week.
But Kyle is also admittedly a very dangerous mofo, because unlike his #BitchKrew compatriots, he doesn’t have to rely on cheating to win. He took the People’s title from Spencer Adams in dominating fashion and made Spencer look like a total bitch in the process. That iss my one piece of props to Kyle Kemp, that he does actually have a shred of talent and isn’t just a showboating punkass from the ocean. But rest assured, I’m not going to cower before Kyle just because of this. Because I remember a day not long ago where Scarecrow help People’s Title, made it mean something, made it special. And seeing Kemp with that belt...is such an insult to the legacy of ‘Crow. It makes me angry more than I’d care to admit, watching a guy hold that belt while getting booed out the fuckin wazoo. So I’m going to use that memory, that image of ‘Crow, and i’m going to use it as motivation, for fuel, and once I’m that ring with Kemp...I don’t care if ‘Crow is in Heaven Nor Hell, once I pin that twat and send him back to the locker room, I’m sure I’ll make ‘Crow smile.
Of the people who are listening to this, I don’t know how many are going to actually be in WAR, and are heeding what I say. And even of those who are listening, I don’t know how many will take me seriously. But that’s okay though, I’m fine with it. Because once I walk out of that ring next Sunday...after I make history, something no one else in that ring is going to do...after I crush the dreams of six lesser deserving men...my name is going to be on EVERYONE’s tongue. So if you’re in WAR and you’re listening to this, pay close attention.
Vic Venable. The man who will take WCF by storm.
Get used to saying that name, bitches.
ANOTHER PHONE CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO CAPPOS
CALLER #1
Hello?
CALLER #2
It's me.
CALLER #1
Have you talked to Mr. Venable yet?
CALLER #2
I have indeed, man. We'll be metting up at a joint in New Orleans called Ole' Smokeys Pub and Grill.
CALLER #1
Good, I'll send some of my men down there to give you a hand.
CALLER #2
Much obliged.
CALLER #1
And remember...no half-measures.
CALLER #2
Understood.
CALLER #1
Good. I'll keep in touch.
Hello?
CALLER #2
It's me.
CALLER #1
Have you talked to Mr. Venable yet?
CALLER #2
I have indeed, man. We'll be metting up at a joint in New Orleans called Ole' Smokeys Pub and Grill.
CALLER #1
Good, I'll send some of my men down there to give you a hand.
CALLER #2
Much obliged.
CALLER #1
And remember...no half-measures.
CALLER #2
Understood.
CALLER #1
Good. I'll keep in touch.
The second caller on the line, Cliff, hangs up.
