A Cleansing Pt. 1 (One rp 1/2)

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Part 1: Hank and Spencer talk One. 

The scene opens up on Hank Brown and Spencer Adams sitting in the middle of the arena where One will be held. The thousands of seats are vacant, but sound still echoes throughout the area from the various people pacing about and helping with the preparation for WCF’s big blowoff show. We see many talent and crew walking around the partially built setting for the show as Spencer looks toward Hank with the trios championship secured around his waist.

Hank Brown: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. We’re less than two weeks away from the greatest event in the world of wrestling as a whole. We will see many great clashes as championships are put on the line and feuds see their climax. Over the next several days, I will be sitting down with many of the talent who will be competing at One in front of a sold out crowd in the Staples Center. Now I’d like to introduce the very special guest who I have sitting across from me. Today I’m joined by one third of the trios champions and one of the participants in One’s highly anticipated TLC match, Spencer Adams. Spencer, I’d like to thank you for joining me today.

Spencer: Thanks for having me, Hank. It’s always a pleasure.

Hank Brown: I don’t think it’s much of a surprise why I asked you to join me for an interview of sorts seeing as you’ve been somewhat quiet about the adversities that have been facing you as of late. I don’t think that most people would blame you for being a bit more hush hush leading into a big show like this. Is it part of the strategy for you? What do you have to say about your recent silence?

Spencer: Rest assured, I’ve stayed somewhat calm for a reason. It’s not like I’ve been beaten into silence and shame, I consider myself articulate when I need to be and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. So yes, it very much has to do with part of my strategy. This show is everything and I have to be just right with everything. So I guess that I’ve been silent or vocal when I feel it’s appropriate. I wanted all of the Adam Young’s of the world to go ahead and get their bullshit in. As far as #BeachKrew goes, I know that they’d love nothing more than to have me flip my shit in response to them stripping us of the tag team championships and that’s why I’ve done my best to keep my cool. I want everyone who is going to run their mouths to do it now while they still can.

Hank Brown: So you’re laying low then?

Spencer: I guess you could say that. I feel that staying under the radar in the past couple weeks has been the best strategy. While some have spent time with their trolling, I’ve been putting in the work necessary to show them all why I am where I am today. There’s been a lot of extra training going into the title match.

Hank Brown: So how are you feeling going into a match with such high stakes like this one?

Spencer: Great, determined really. It’s no secret how I feel about the way that we “lost” our tag team championships a couple months back and this is where we get our payback, this is where we will erase any claim of legitimacy to #BeachKrew being the tag team champions. I’ve been waiting a long time for this and this will be our greatest success as a tag team period. This is career changing and I don’t just want to see me and Vic walk out with the win, I’m guaranteeing that we will.

Hank Brown: Well the confidence is definitely there. Some people may kind of rank the belts here in the WCF from top to bottom. Typically, the tag team championships are considered to be around number four or five on the ladder. What do you have to say to people who maybe don’t see the tag titles as being at the same level of prestige as some of the other belts in WCF?

Spencer: There’s definitely different levels there, but that’s just dependent on where these championship matches are placed on the card and who’s involved. Some people may look at belts like the internet or people’s championships and think of them as lower card belts, but looks who’s holding those and is competing for them. Remember, a few months back, these belts weren’t even being defended. Hell, the tag team championships spent half the fucking year in a weird sort of limbo. That is..until The People’s Choice came along and became the first group to hold tag team and trios championships at the same damn time. We brought the prestige and excitement to the tag team championships that people wanted to see them have. If you look at this match across the board, there is definitely a handful of guys who are tough competition. That’s because of me and my buddy Vic and no, this isn’t a topic that I feel the need to be humble about. The fans fueled us and we made sure to deliver. Take a look at the matches booked above us for the night. If you think for one second that this match won’t match those in excitement and importance, then I’ll love proving you wrong.

Hank Brown: Great attitude to have. Any final words for the people or your competition as we wrap this up?

Spencer: To the people, we fucking love you. I understand that it’s up to us to represent you and we'll make sure to make each and every one of you proud. This is your match and we will make sure that you know that. When the dust settles, I want every single person in this arena, every person watching at home to rise to their feet and embrace the moment, a moment that wouldn’t be possible without your love and support. See you all at One.

Hank Brown: Well you heard it hear first, ladies and gentlemen. Spencer thank you once again and we will see you guys next time.

The pans out as it fades to black with Spencer and Hank continuing to chat a bit in the background.

Part 2: Better than me? #lol #WeakKrew  

The camera opens up on a shot of Spencer Adams in the middle of the locker room, sitting upon the most plain Jane of steel chairs with his mouth resting against a curled up fist. His taped up finger extends towards the camera before doing a slow revolving motion to signal towards the room itself.

Spencer: Take a look around this place. At first glance, many people would probably see it as being nothing more than a vacant changing area, the vessel that me and every other guy on the roster uses to suit up, but I assure you that there’s more to it than that. This is where it all begins and where it all ends, the place where the mind of the antidote comes to cook up revenge, to spark motivation, to figure out how to get to where I want to be after it’s all said and done. When I came here, I saw this locker room as well as every other bit of every single arena as my very own blank canvas and I’ve made sure that art has been splattered upon every square inch of each and every one of these canvases.

Many people like to look at the artist and ask what they’re creating when they really should be asking why they’re creating. The what part is more of a rhetorical question than anything as you can be sure that any great artist will make that perfectly clear in due time, but it’s that why that really holds intrigue and will say a lot more about the one doing the illustrations. Some people want to create for profit, others may want fame, and others may just want to dominate, but do you know who really puts themselves in the hall of greats? It’s the people who do what they do for every reason. When you aren’t able to go a day without damn near every little thing on your mind doing a three sixty degree rotation and landing your psyche right back onto that obsession, that’s when you know that you have something special.

Now that balance, that true balance and the ability to control the craft, that’s something that you establish when you take that obsession and unite yourself with it. When you first step foot into a place like WCF, it’s something that begins to consume you in your entirety. I’ve learned along the way that to truly be incredible at my obsession, I must become one with it. It’s not about just going out there and saying “Oh boy, I sure do love my job!” and clocking in and out every show, it’s about me and the sport of professional wrestling combining to form a fucking super being in the ring. I came in as that naive little shit, but the fans that come roaring to life when I step through the curtain, those are the lovely motherfuckers who see that superhuman deluxe edition of the antidote and understand just how powerful our combined movement can be, how it has been, and how it will be in the future.

I will say that just from looking at the history of Spencer Adams, I feel confident in predicting one big thing to look out for in One’s historic tag team championship match and that is Spencer Adams completely and utterly fucking demolishing his most storied rival, Kyle “Iz I gud yet?” Kemp. You know who I mean, the guy that made me famous by spending most of the first half of his career bending over and getting hit with the paddle as if he aspired to be my submissive. This is one of those things that will never truly stop and I’m fine with that. Spencer Adams and Kyle Kemp has proven to be one of the most natural rivalries in the world of wrestling. Sure, there have been times in recent memory where snake-like tactics have snagged Kyle Kemp a few victories over Spencer Adams, but I’ve proven time and time again that not only am I fully capable of beating Kyle Kemp, but that I can also make it look fucking sadistic when I do. #limbfromlimb

While it certainly plays a big part in the matchup, that history and that rivalry isn’t what’s most important in this situation. This is about taking everything that we have inside ourselves and draining every bit of energy we have in the hopes that we can retrieve those belts from the top of the ladder and cement our names as fucking tag team legends. Now, who’s really poised to do that? Do you honestly think it’s someone like you, Kyle? Not only did you put a target on your back when you decided to contribute to the tyrannical rule of your #BeachKrew buddies, you also made it easier for those that are gunning for you. You stacked the deck in your favor, but didn’t real think about what would happen when you got to the big stage. Well, we’re almost there and you have no power over anyone at this point. That’s trouble for you, little bitch. #smoochsmooch #nightnightdumbfuck

Now that bullseye in the middle of your spine, that shit is way fucking inflated now that you decided to weasel your way into a tag team “championship” reign. Of course, “championship” gets those nice air quotes because your reign is a truly pathetic one that is filled with more shenanigans than the upcoming highlight real of my knee upside your dumbfounded mug. It’s not just me that you have to worry about. You know that guy I’m teamed up with? You know, the one that you and your boys have referred to as nothing more than a shit criminal? Well that’s my buddy Vic and Vic doesn’t take to kindly to people stepping on his shit. If you and the rest of your burnouts want to see criminal, then keep pushing the buttons of Spencer Adams and Vic Venable and you very well just might be in the newspaper under a headline that reads “Stupid cunt who has to constantly tell himself he’s better than others gets bloodied and left out for the buzzards.” #NoYourACIsn’tBroken #I’mJustVerballyFuckingYou

In most situations, I’d feel for a guy who has to wrestle in two title matches that each have a grueling hardcore type stipulation, but with you I definitely don’t. I’ll give you props for the fact that you’re actually going out there and competing twice like that, but the result of such a decision is pure justice in my eyes. This will end up being the event where all the shady bullshit that you’ve pulled against me and my friends over the past several weeks really catches up with you and just comes crashing down on top of your skull. I actually love the fact that you have put yourself in the situation where you have to face Teo in a People’s Punishment match before you even get to your tag title “defense”. We both know that you won’t be capable of balancing two matches like that, so what’s it gonna be, Kyle? Are you gonna go out against Teo Del Sol and not give it your all, instead deciding to save your efforts for the tag title match? Are you going to go all out and drain yourself in an unsuccessful attempt at regaining the people’s championship from the man that you know does a way better job of defending it than you did and be forced to limp your way out into TLC? #DecisionsDecisions

Do you recall the last time that me and you faced off with weaponry coming into play? I fucking decimated you like the rodent that you are to stake my claim as top talent around here in a match that I created, a match that you would later try to play off as not being a big deal, as not having high enough stakes for you to care enough about winning it. I always found it funny that you were actually stupid enough to try to brush it off as unimportant in your eyes. Does that mean that you were content with me shaving years off of the length that your career would’ve spanned prior to that encounter? How could you possibly find a match like that unimportant after the hatred that we had built up for one another? You should’ve gone into that structure with the same goal I had, to make my opponent my bitch. I’m sorry, I just really don’t understand your logic sometimes. Do you really have that much difficulty with admitting to the fact that I have your number? #Repeat

Those belts that you carry around your waist, you know damn well that they don’t belong to you. You may have slapped your name on the front of it, but the fact still remains that Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid were proving to not be better than The People’s Choice which led to you abusing your power in order to take the tag team championships from their rightful owners. The rest of us know that you’re just keeping those belts warm until me and Vic recover them from your nearly lifeless bodies. So yeah, technically you get to call yourself a tag team champion. If you want to go ahead and make that the case, then I guess that I’ll just go ahead and cave your fucking skull in with that sweet little plethora of weapons and become one half of the two time tag team champions that makes you and your entire brand a fucking afterthought. #GoneButAlsoForgotten

Don’t forget why you find yourself in a match like this either. After The Poondock Saints left the division, there was a major void left behind. To be honest with you, tag team wrestling wasn’t at that prestigious level anymore and it took a pretty fucking long time before it was finally back to form. Do you wanna know when that point was? It wasn’t when the belts were put on the line in the Ultimate Showdown match and it wasn’t when those belts went around the waists of Jonny Fly and Joey Flash either, it was when Vic Venable and Spencer Adams defeated your alpha dogs to be crowned the champs. That was the point when all these teams started popping up with hopes of being the next in line to really become something in the WCF. It wasn’t Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp with the belts that drew interest from fans and hopefuls alike, it was us. #People’sTruth

I’m not convinced of this union between you and Johnny Rabid either. Just knowing that you were that “other guy” out of the three #BeachKrew guys who gained control of the federation and are now tag team “champions” with the man that has come along and sort of fucked up everything for your stable, it tells me that whatever your game plan may be for this match, it’s full of cracks and is bound to shatter when the pressure is applied. I’m waiting, man. I got that finger right on the pulse, tapping away at that shit and running my finger along those crevices in anticipation of your inevitable demise. #FallingApart #YouLostBeforeIEvenGotStarted

It just doesn’t match up with the two of you. That level of power, it’s all crooked. The rest of the world can definitely sense that little tug o’ war between Rabid and you, but I can also see that The two of you have this weird sort of soap opera relationship where you’re power hungry and are teamed up with a guy who for some reason just kind of gets shoehorned into the middle of #BeachKrew and tries to take control only to make things more awkward and uncomfortable. You had abusive power, but there has still always been this sense of “Iz I as gud as Rabid?” hasn’t there? #WhoWearsThePants?

I see that deer caught in the headlights look from you. It’s clear that while your team isn’t anywhere near ideal, you just go along to get along, because you know that there is no world out there for Kyle Kemp outside of attaching yourself to others who will raise you up, which isn’t hard for your associates to do since you were basically at the bottom of the food chain prior to awaking from one of your unshaven, drunken stupors and adding your name to the list for one of the fastest growing Kool Aid companies on the market. Do you remember that depressing level of jobber hell that you were rolling around in? Yeah, I was the one who put you there and I will be the one to put you right back into it. #AreThereBeachesInJobberHell? #NopeJustPublicPoolsWithFloatingBandaids

So remember these words, Kyle. I don’t care how many playbacks of this it takes for you to get it through your thick fucking head that you met your match long ago. It’s not rocket science and I’m no psychic, I just know what happens when we collide and your hands are tied like this, what happens when sneaky bullshit is no longer the answer for you. If you didn’t know, this entire match takes all your lame little bullshit and throws it right out the window along with that power that you lost on Slam. The unbearable period of #BeachKrew as tag team “champions” is about to come to a messy fucking ending, one that will see your blood smeared across twisted steel and splintered wood. This is it for you. I’m coming for my belt, bitch. #LostAtSea #IHopeYouChokeOnTheSaltwater

Fade to black.

Part 3: The Farm (I.L.F. Part three) 

A small bead of sweat trickled down Jeb’s forehead before he reached up with a couple fingers and wiped it off to the side. The cracks in the barn’s walls allowed for thin strips of light to come through and illuminate his dirty, red-stained overalls. The expression upon his face was one that lacked remorse that most people would typically possess had they just murdered someone, let alone someone they were close to. His hand turned slowly, surveying the bloody cleaver whose handle was held securely in his titan-like grip as the crimson liquid cascaded down the blade and fell from it’s tip to the top of Jeb’s brown work boots.

: Jebediah, you okay in there?

With his head and expression still stuck in the exact same positions, Jeb calmly shouts back at the familiar figure.

Jeb: Yes, father, just fine! What should I do with my brother?

The figure re-enters the old barn, addressing Jeb as he approaches him.

: Awh, I’ve forgotten this is your first cleanse...Ezekiel! Could you come here a moment?

A moment of silence as a crooked smile creeps across the figure’s face.

Ezekiel: Yes father?

: Another one of your brother’s has been taken from us.

As Ezekiel walks into sight, we can see that he is a much scrawnier yet much more intimidating man then Jeb.

Ezekiel: Oh no...not Jozef…

The figure approaches Ezekiel, resting his hand on his shoulder.

: We must cleanse. Take him to the circle and tell the others to be gathered up at nightfall.

Ezekiel: It will be done.

The figure runs his hand across Ezekiel’s shaven head. Ezekiel hoists the fresh corpse over his shoulder and carries it out of the barn. The figure turns more in Jeb’s direction as his tone becomes a bit more solemn.

: Are you ready?

Jeb: I must.

Part 4: SHERPLOCK HOLMES 

Who am I? Things are confuse me.

Petrovi: Who in fuck are you?

Sherplock Holmes: Tell of what you know.

CUT!

A familiar voice shouts out from a director’s chair as the two actors stop and turn from their position on a small theatre stage.

Spencer: Petrov, buddy, listen...you came on a little strong there with that F bomb. Save that for later. I want confused, I want startled.

Petrovi: But what is this for other than for making satire of generic confused man gimmick?

Spencer: Yes, it’s for that, but we want this promo to look legitimate. I know that this Patrilli guy isn’t exactly the type that shows any deep character traits, but I know that you can do a bit better. Sherpakovski, I need a little more emotion from you this next time.

Sherpakovski and Petrov turn back as Spencer returns to the scene.

Spencer: Scene one, take fifty-seven! Annnd action!

The camera returns to a cinematic looking view of the two actors on the stage.

Brain, it is like pudding. Also am not good with processing anger.

Petrovi: Who are you and why are you in Petrovi face?

Sherplock Holmes: I am Sherplock Holmes, investigator with many skills of experience. Now, tell me what you know.

Petrovi: Angry for reason of no fucks? Why in fuck is Petrov playing man who is just rip-off of Petrov?!

CUT!

The megaphone is lowered as Spencer hangs his head a bit and exhales deeply through his nose before raising it back up and addressing the actors.

Spencer: I appreciate the help, guys...but I gotta get this little shit talk session done one way or another and it’s been a long day.

Petrovi: Fuck you! Petrov is great actor!

Spencer: Here.

Rising from his seat and walking up to the stage, Spencer passes the clapboard off to Petrov as him and Sherpakovski continue to look a little bit confused.

Spencer: I’ll just finish us off here with the traditional shoot while talking into the camera. Just say that little obligatory director stuff and we should be good to go.

The angry Russian raises the clapboard up, shouting back at Spencer with a complete lack of emotion in his voice.

Petrov: Shoot on bitch. Take one. Start action now.

Spencer: Eight men, all with one goal in mind, the WCF tag team championships. Clearly we can’t all have them and that’s why I’m here. I’m here because the antidote has a message to spread to the six men that will be stepping into the ring in hopes of coming out in much better standing than what they had before the match. This isn’t at the very top of the card, but it doesn’t matter. Whether you put a match of this magnitude in position to close the show or you put it at the bottom with all the lower card stinkers, this is the one that will be remembered, this is the one that people will be talking about for years to come and one of four teams have a shot at a proud and legendary performance, but only one of those four teams has what is needed to go in and get the job done and you’re looking at one half of that team.

This is a special occasion and one where each and every one of these six shit stains deserves their own special treatment, their own roasting. That’s what I’ve been doing for them over the past couple weeks and I will continue to do so. I know that they all will see these and know that I’m coming for them, that I’m in tip top fucking shape. It wouldn’t be right for me to just come out here and group each of these individuals together now, would it? No, each of them need to know that I’m coming for them all, that we’re coming for them all. Make no mistake about it, The People’s Choice were robbed of something that they worked their asses off for and it’s almost time for Spencer Adams and Vic Venable to reclaim that stolen property and return them to a place that they will call home for a long, long time.

I’d like to take this time to address one man who I haven’t spoken much of at all up to this point, a man who I’ve had very little to do with. Don’t worry though people, that will change. Patrilli, I must say that I had a blast with that little meeting we had back at XIII. Blood and weapons is a delicacy to people like me who have lived their entire lives enamored by the glories of this great profession, this art form. I’m always down for a good brawl, so hit me up anytime you feel like getting your ass kicked like that again. I mean, you’ll be getting another one here shortly, but if you manage to steer clear of retirement after this affair, I’d be happy to keep dishing out as many as you want to march down to the ring and take.

What is your purpose, Patrilli? Do you even have the slightest idea what it is that you’re fighting for? You have this demeanor to you where you just seem to sort of move around like a pawn in other people’s business. So you’re aligned with Kamon because De La Fontaine kinda just told you that’s what you were gonna do? It’s like someone just says “Patrilli, do this.” and you simply obey as if you’re their personal assistant. Do you actually have a mind of your own or do you have nothing better to do than do the work of others? I get that you’re trying to discover yourself, but you’re really just losing in other people’s bullshit. You act is if the journey is yours, but it really doesn’t seem that way. You’re a fucking sheep, man. Whoever you are or were, you seem to have lost that and not just by a loss of memory, but by concerning yourself more with floating along until the next command is thrown your way.

We’ve seen that you have ability in the ring, but you still have yet to show that you’re anything more than a fucking grunt for whoever holds the whip. If you’re supposed to be this badass motherfucker, then why haven’t you done things your way? Why have you opted to follow rather than spark your own movement? Even if you don’t know who Patrilli really is, you should still be trying to show us what you’re about. I heard that Seth Lerch actually found you, that he brought you into this business. That’s fucking excellent actually. Management has a habit of letting their big bad wolves run wild in this asylum that we all call home and I’m just the type of fucker to keep that shit in check. I’ve shown the ability to counter and hold my own against every single person in this match and you are no different.

Oh, and when I call you a wolf, I will say that I’m being a bit generous. You really do seem to try your hardest to let off that certain aura, but the beast that you aspire to be was conquered as soon as you came in and by your casual clusterfuck nonetheless. I know that I didn’t do so great when I started here, but you take the fucking cake with that shit. At least with me, I’ve always had that heart and that drive to continue to improve. The only thing you seem to be able to do is basic beatdowns or getting your ass handed to you by a sea of much more capable competitors. What have we really seen out of Patrilli other than a win over Adam Young and Ultimate Destroyer? Zero, zip, and zilch. You’re the most impressive person on the roster who doesn’t actually win anything, but that doesn’t mean that you’re not a fucking loser.

Now you get a tag title shot? Why? That’s about as justifiable as Adam Young’s involvement in this one. In fact, the booking team should’ve teamed you two up together instead since neither of you deserve it and both of you seem to be aligned with a tag team partner who will likely spend twenty plus minutes trying to literally carry your asses to victory. Patrilli just isn’t somebody that leaves me shaking in my little wrestling boots when I’m reminded that we will be facing off against each other in less than a week. Am I supposed to believe that you’re a real threat when I see you at One, struggling to reach for the strap? We both know that you won’t be able to retrieve it.

I earned my spot in this match, Patrilli. You are really just someone who was put in this thing to fill out a spot. You may try to look upward and think of how you’ll become a champion, how you’re going to try to change this match’s inevitable conclusion. Face the facts, Patrilli is just another body, another target put in front of The People’s Choice so that we can go out there and add a few more to the highlight reel at your expense. See, not only have I actually worked for the spot that I have in this match, but me and my brother are the ones who carry the entire fucking thing, we are the ones who make this all work. Do you really think that people would want to watch this if you were to take away the only two guys in it who bring the excitement?

While at first glance this may look like the clusterfucks that I’m sure you’ve become quite familiar with by now, this is more. If you didn’t do well in those previous clusterfucks, then you’ll really struggle in this one, because I’m in it. This is an event that is just a little too rich for someone like you to handle, so move along right back down to those fatal four-way matches where we see Mr. Grumpypants get himself disqualified to save face or some stupid shit like that. You haven’t been here more than two months and in that time, you’ve failed to make the sort of impact that would convince anyone that you have any true potential for greatness.

Now you still may not know much about yourself, but you’re about to learn a lot about me. When you step foot in that squared circle with the heart and soul of heart and soul, you’re going to see the same fire that every motherfucker before you has witnessed when they stand as my opposition. The antidote is a way of life for people like me. It’s a way of telling myself and everyone else around me that when I want something done, I’m going to do everything it takes, that I will go far past that cliche extra mile and I will get the job done. I know who I am. I’m the guy with control of the wheel. I don’t need a disgruntled wanderer to teach me anything, because I am the one who can gain more from a hundred mile journey on my own two feet than someone like you does in the seat that they aren’t even sure is theirs.

This Sunday, you will learn that everything I’ve said is the absolute fucking truth and that fun little brawl that we had at XIII, it was just the beginning, a sign of things to come, much more brutal things that would make XIII look like kid shit. While you have people in this match like Adam Young who will try to run their mouths about what they’re going to do, I’ll be the one proving what I say. Patrilli, while you may spend most of your time trying to remember who you are, you’re going to wish that you could forget the things that I will have done to you and every other fuck in this match. You may not be left with the memory of winning championship gold, but you’ll always be able to remember yourself as just another runner up.

Petrovi: You need more badass of ending than that, don’t you?

The antidote turns away from the camera and towards Petrov.

Spencer: ..what?

Petrovi: These shoot are to have big badass punch at end, right?

Spencer: It’s Patrilli.

Petrovi: Oh yes, is bitch. Petrov understand now.

Fuck you cut, buddy. Fade to black.

Part 5: A cleanse (I.L.F. Part four) 

The sun beats down in the middle of a field that appears to be barren, having been recently harvested of its goods. A familiar figure stands in the middle of the area, in front of a sea of active bodies who all stare into him, watching his every move with great interest.

: Brothers, sisters, and children of us all! Today, we come together to flush our system, to flush our world of another hindrance to all that we hold near and dear! Today is when we scrub our collective skins as we have earned the right to do! Today, we cleanse!

The crowd cheers on the man, who in this light, appears to be in his early or mid-fifties.

: Ezekiel! We call upon you to start the cleanse! Since this is your brother Jeb’s first cleanse, he shall be the one to bathe his brother Jozef.

Ezekiel steps forward with an old looking container as he lifts it up for the air much to the enjoyment of the masses.

: Ezekiel! Apply it now!

Ezekiel opens the container, splashing it’s odd, liquid contents over the Jozef’s rotting corpse.

: Jebediah, my child! Do what must be done!

He nods, pulling a book of matches from his pocket and setting one on fire before tossing it at Jozef. The crowd shouts out in excitement once more.

: He is gone now! Jozef leaves us and our world is fresh once again! Infamy lives forever, my children!

Smoke billows up into the sky as the people continue to shout out, almost in unison.

Part 6: Raymond Hatcher is a gooch 

The putrid smell of a landfill travels through the air as we see Spencer Adams in front of an endless sea of garbage, his nose plugged up to avoid the rancid scent that would otherwise flood his nostrils. A few dump trucks can be seen far off in the background before the camera zooms in a bit to focus more on Spencer.

Spencer: Ladies and gentlemen (but not those cringeworthy outlaw cunts), we are here today at the very place where Adam Young and Raymond Hatcher have been spending their free time doing intense training in anticipation of One where they will stink it up to record breaking levels, levels of stench that would put a smile on the face of that guy over there with the one tooth and the one and a half testicals (I think his name’s Floyd?) For occasions like this, I like to immerse myself in an environment that I find most fitting for my opponent or “opponents” (you know, because Adam Young is fucking terrible and all).

Now it’s not like I had to come here and do research or anything since I’m already well aware that The Outlaw Gentlemen (cringe) are the biggest non-threat on the entire card basically, but I also just enjoy being able to send a message to stupid fucks like these two who for some reason think that they can step to my shit, that they can just waltz the fuck into this and insert themselves in my personal business. You know those really annoying people who see someone with a camera in their hands and take it as an opportunity to squeeze their head right into the middle of the shot? That’s exactly the kind of people that Young and Hatcher are and it’s finally, finally almost time for The People’s Choice to kill any hope that either of these two goons had at achieving a hint of relevance.

In fact, why did you even decide to get yourself into this situation, Hatcher? This is not your kind of playground. You could’ve saved yourself the trouble and just asked to be booked into one of those throwaway matches like the battle royal or some other pointless clusterfuck that will lead to you either staying stagnant for another year or racking up another opportunity that you’ll fucking choke on. Not only is your partner as useful as a soggy napkin, but you aren’t a drastic improvement. It’s like the countless beatings that you’ve received in title match after title match weren’t enough to convince you of the fact that you just don’t make the cut against guys like me and Vic.

I think you knew that the night that Adam Young gave you that little boost to make you look “strong” against me. Young came out to blindside me like the bitch he is. because he knows damn well that will be the only way he is ever able to look strong against Spencer Adams since it won’t be happening in an actual match where me and him face each other. I think that you have to at least know to some degree what’s really up. It ties in with the same logic you applied to shooting a few of the worst, most nap worthy promos that the WCF galaxy has ever had to suffer through. You fucking know, deep down in the most stool filled crevice of your weird, awkward being that you aren’t where I am and are far from it. So that’s the reason that you try so fucking hard to thrust yourself into the spotlight, because you are a lowlife, camera whore, WCF’s version of Donald Trump.

I’ve touched on it plenty of times before, but I have to ask again, what the fuck is up with this partnership between Adam Young and Raymond Hatcher? I mean, they both manage to suck it up in any important situation, but one is clearly at least semi-competent. Sure, Hatcher sucks against actual competition, but he sure can look like he has some bit of brainpower when you put him in a jobber squash match. I’m starting to think that this is all a scheme on Hatcher’s part. I think that Raymond Hatcher just wants to be loved, to look beautiful in front of his peers. That has to be the reason that he decided to become BFF’s with the ugly girl in class. (aka my current cum rag, Adam Young)

This is your chance, Hatcher. In our first encounter, you played dirty to come away with a victory. This is when you really start to feel the pressure crushing you flat. You had to resort to bullshit in order to pull out the win in a match that would only serve as the first chapter to something far greater where the stakes are at an all time high. How are you going to perform under that pressure? History tells us that the closest you will get to that sweet TLC victory is having to be stretcher up the same ramp that you’ll see me proudly walking up as I hoist MY championship belt back up into the air. Those belts will be lifted up by the very hands that lifted this entire division, the hands of The People’s Choice.

Sunday, Spencer Adams leaves “The Real Deal” just reeling, fishing for the answers that he’s struggled to find since he arrived. Isn’t that right, Ray Ray? Those people you lost championship match after championship match against, most of those motherfuckers just went ahead and left the company altogether, so that really just shows me that you can’t even snag gold against people whose hearts aren’t in what they do. The ones that are still here, they’ve continued to surpass your ass long after giving you the business. You see, some people look at you as one of the best guys who hasn’t held a championship yet, but I don’t exactly follow that glass half full type of thing when it comes to an enemy. The way I see it, Raymond Hatcher is one of the worst guys who manages to sometimes disguise himself as something special. Now if I’m wrong, then please feel free to prove it. I know that you fucking won’t.

At the end of the month, I’m leaving Raymond Hatcher with nothing, literally nothing. I’d love to take away from all the things that you’re most proud of, but that list is non-existent, it’s all in your head. I know because I’m in that shit. Right now, I’m passing right through those soon to be cauliflowered ears and traveling into your thoughts. Spencer Adams is manifested within the front of Raymond Hatcher’s brain, filling it up with suicidal thoughts to keep my little Ray Ray feeling so lathargic that he’ll land himself inside of a pine box or better yet, just mixed in with one of these piles of waste that surrounds me. I’m taking away everything that you’ve never had and never will have such as the tag team championships and a spotlight that I’ve earned. Ciao, bitch.

The scene fades to black.