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

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Part 1: When you were Young (and still fucking sucked) 

Vic: Alright, who am I?

As Vic asks this question, the camera opens up on himself and Spencer standing in the middle of the parking lot outside of the Staples Center in Los Angeles, playing a round of sarcastic, spontaneous charades. Both are wearing street clothes and appear to give off that signature smartass vibe. Vic pulls his pants to his waist and begins to strut about like a fucking idiot (to impersonate dog shit that has attempted to take the form of a human being obviously).

Spencer: Oh! Oh! I think I know this one!

Vic begins to point in the direction of a truck that has been “modified” to say the least. It’s otherwise rusted sides are covered in graffiti reading things such as “Sick BasTURD” and “FIST my asshole, Raymond senpai” to go along with the windows that are covered in pictures from the dozens of times that WCF’s resident redneck has been knocked on his ass over the span of his long and excruciatingly terrible career as a professional wrestler.

Spencer: I got it! I should’ve known the minute I saw the footlong, phallic hood ornament! You’re Adam Young!

Vic: Damn, how’d you know? (sarcasm included)

Spencer: It’s a very distinct brand of stupid, brother.

Vic: Alright, you got me there.

Spencer: You already know that nobody else is even close to that level of ignorance, de-evolution at it’s finest I say.

Vic: So, what’s the plan for this one then? Do we really even need one to tackle the guy that’s proven to be nothing more than a meat shield at this point?

Spencer: Well, of course there’s a plan for everything, but I know exactly what you mean. While there’s always a strategy, I wouldn’t say that it’s a complex one we’ll need to use when it comes to fighting a basTURD like Adam Young.

Vic: I thought he was a super awesome talent with a wealth of knowledge on “real wrestling”. (more sarcasm)

Spencer: Oh, you mean because he likes to constantly remind me and anyone else that he thinks may listen all about how he’s old school and guys like me don’t know what it takes, don’t have what’s needed to really make it in the business? I know for a fact that there are far better people to represent the down and dirty roots of professional wrestling than a guy like Adam fucking Young. I wonder what his definition of old school grit is really like. I bet it falls right in line with your average home recording of people rolling around on a backyard mattress in the great planes of Arkansas.

You know, last time I checked, I’ve actually accomplished more in my rookie season than Young ever has and that’s made to look even more sorry on his part considering the fact that I didn’t have such a great start in the win column when I came into the WCF, but I guess I’m the one who doesn’t have what it takes to rough it out here, right? I guess that I’m the one whose new breed approach to the sport and the way I conduct myself just isn’t enough to get the job done, huh? If that’s the case, then why am I winning belts and turning heads while Adam Young continues to be the mascot for all things terrible, the guy who spends the majority of his weeks booked in the bathroom break matches against equally awful talent like Ultimate Destroyer and BioWalker and not because he’s one of those guys the front office wants to give an easy week to, but because we are all curious about whether or not he can actually come out victorious. Most of the time he can’t even manage to do that.

Actually, since the camera is rolling, I’m going to explain to Adam Young exactly what my style, my new school approach is all about. You can bash my style all you want, but understand that everything I bring to this game is far superior to any contribution you’ve ever made, better than everything you can ever hope to put forward. When I look at you, I see a man who is green with envy over the fact that a rookie like me has come in and revealed people like you for the bottom feeding trolls that you really are and always have been. It’s my combination of ability and charisma that you just can’t touch and never will be able. I’m the guy who really put on his hardhat and put in the work necessary to be great and I just continue to do so week after week. What do you do? Sit on the Twitter boards, spamming generic memes fresh from a Google image search to try to compensate for the progress and improvement that you’ve failed to make? Wow, what a way to convince the rest of the world about how much better the “Adam Young way” is than the approach that the rest of us have with this.

There’s another major flaw in your approach over the past few months as well. While I’ve been rolling along and continuing to show who I am as a competitor, you’ve been the one who has focused his efforts almost entirely on me. You know this is a tag team match with eight guys total, don’t you? I seriously think that part might have gotten past you since all you seem to be doing these days is trying to attack me and my character when you really should be worrying about every mountain in front of you, not just one. I’m gonna really enjoy ripping your mind down from the swollen cloud that it’s been resting on in recent weeks. You’re off in la la land, thinking all about how you’re gonna teach the new breed a lesson, but you have no lessons to teach. I’ve already learned more than you ever have. It’s like I’m the new student teacher around here while you’re that weird, twenty year old senior with two kids and a DUI. No matter what you say, you’ve done nothing more than sit around and take up roster space.

I still find it pretty pathetic that a guy like Adam Young gets a title shot simply by trolling someone who earned his way into the position that he’s in. You didn’t go out and have a big match against anyone, you didn’t grab a major victory over a major opponent to gain your spot in this championship match. No, you got down on your hands and knees and gave Seth Lerch the thumbs up to release his seed down your throat. You may claim that you’re the guy Seth sicks on people to test them, but we both know you’re just his aspiring lap dog, a man attempting to kiss as much ass as it takes to get him into the spotlight. Oh, and you found yourself a halfway competent partner, congratulations on that. It still doesn’t change the fact that you’re just sitting in the way, blocking the road for a more capable individual or team. Don’t think for one second that the position you’ve weaseled your way into means that you as an individual are worthy of anything other than continuing to be buried deep down into the depths of jobber hell.

Basically what I’m trying to say is that you’re one of the most obnoxious, unaware individuals that I have ever had the displeasure of having to interact with. With every single false retirement or possible injury scare that I see you go through, I jump with joy at the prospect of you not being here any longer, because I know that the show would be better off without you stinking up the place. The fact that you actually think that you’re good tells me that the rest of the swimmers must’ve been pretty defective for somebody as dimwitted as you to be able to develop into a human being. Your breed is shit. Adam Young, you are the undesired canned foods bought up from a sketchy looking grocery store, the ones that are only purchased with great reluctance after the consumer realizes that the others are leaking. I’m honestly fucking sick of hearing you run your stupid fucking mouth like you have any idea what it is that you’re trying to talk about, like you think that you’re actually able to speak human words, you fucking disgrace.

Vic: Holy shit, this man Adam is getting burnt to a crisp right now. I take it you didn’t plan on showing any mercy for this one, did you?

Spencer: I actually think I’m being quite generous. I’ve been nice enough to this point, nice enough to not chase this fucking worm down and punch him repeatedly across the bridge of his nose until I hear that shit shattering. In fact, I’ll go ahead and one up myself. I’m a charitable man, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. If this stupid fuck continues to let lame, lazy, and misinformed bullshit spew out of his mouth about me or any other matter that he’s not prepared to take care of, I will make sure that Planned Parenthood is compensated for the funding that it lost in the state of Texas. That’s how much Spencer Adams cares about making sure that cunts like this are no longer released into the world for the rest of us to deal with.

What happens when this man’s tag team partner can’t save him? For all of us, One will obviously be more about two. Every other team including The People’s Choice has two, but these Outlaw Gentlemen are going to be heading into this with a limp well before the battle has even begun. The bottom line is that their one and a half can’t take on our two or anybody else’s and I say one and a half because Adam Young is dead weight who can do nothing more than pray that somehow Raymond Hatcher can pull a victory out of his ass in this match while the rest of us are well aware that he can’t.

I think that at this point, Adam Young still hasn’t realized just how bad of a situation he’s put himself in. What is this for you, Adam? Is it WCF’s resident rednecks time to show us that he belongs? No, no it is not. That time will never come, because Adam Young doesn’t have what it takes to seize the moment when he’s in the ring against top level talent. Hell, the only notable win I’ve seen you snag was that one over Joseph Malignaggi that you were to stupid to realize was handed to you for the sake of trolling. Do you understand that, you fucking caveman? The only time you’ve shined in recent memory was when a match was intentionally thrown to make you feel good just so that your self esteem could be immediately crushed again in an endless wave of lower card snoozefests.

This match that you snuck your way into, it’s my match. Make no mistake about it, noob cunt. This TLC match is some storybook shit between The People’s Choice and the #BeachKrew snakes who robbed us of what we earned. If you think that you actually belong here, that you aren’t the biggest odd man out when compared to every match on the fucking card, then you really are more delusional than I thought you were. This will be the show where Vic Venable and Spencer Adams ascend to the top of a ladder and snatch down the belts that you never even had a chance at getting your hands on. You may have been able to get by with that weak shit six years ago, but that’s only because people like me and my brothers had not yet arrived. Our breed beats yours every single fucking time. So this is how things are going to go when the bell rings. I’m going to break your spine, spit on your paralyzed body, take back my belt from #BeachKrew, and never have to deal with you ever again. Sound good, dumb fuck?

Vic: Shit, man. I think you killed the man.

Spencer: I’ll wait a little longer for the pulse, but I don’t think it’s coming.

The two walk towards the entrance of the building as Spencer gives a sarcastic wave goodbye to the camera and the scene fades out.

Part 2: Trace (I.L.F. Part four) 

The inside of the farmhouse was about as dated looking as one could possibly imagine. The wallpaper looked as if it’s owner chain smoked for half a century as bits and pieces of it peeled off and drooped down to show glimpses of beaten and worn looking wooden walls just underneath.

: We must erase.

Jeb: What do you mean father?

The figure looked at Jeb sternly, his breath almost visible with his nostrils flaring up to resemble an angry bulls before he pulls back his aggression.

: The last step of the cleansing.

Jeb: I thought we were already done with all of that.

: The evidence, Jebediah. It all must be destroyed.

Jeb: We already got rid of the body, didn’t we?

: I do what I do here for a reason. Now, the final part of the cleanse is to erase Jozef from existence. Now, go upstairs and retrieve the documentation on your brother.

Jeb nods as the figure walks over to a nearby counter, pouring himself a glass of some kind of dark liquor as he drowns out the world around him.

Part 3: Preeching to the choir 

Spencer: Here we are again, Preecha. Are you ready for the moment? Are you prepared for the flame that sits by, heating up, and waiting to swallow you whole?

The antidote looks straight-faced into the camera. The scene that surrounds him is dim, a blank looking area in which his face can only be seen by way of a small light emitting from somewhere out of frame.

Spencer: Our first encounter was a simple one. You’re the type of guy who likes to fight, so I went out there and showed you that I could hold my own with someone who is supposed to be as highly skilled as Mr. Armand claims for you to be. Think about that, because when it comes to actual brawling, you should absolutely destroy me and yet, you didn’t. You’re supposed to be someone who would murder a guy like me in hand to hand combat seeing as you’re such a skilled fighter, but that just didn’t happen. It’s because Preecha Kamon is one-dimensional while Spencer Adams is an innovator, a motherfucker working outside of the box, the cage that Armand has you kept in. The best way you could put it to yourself is that we fought to a stalemate and I just don’t think that’s good enough for someone like you or for someone like Armand, it can’t be honestly.

So you know the good fight, right man? You go on out to the ring and try to show the world what a little bit of muay thai and a lot of obedience does, but I know that won’t get you far. If you want to continue to fight like that, you’ll find yourself struggling to make it a block in a sports car. This man has a great amount of formal discipline, but there are things that the books, that the teachers won’t be able to show you, that they haven’t shown you. Fighting is a lot more than just a bunch of “repeat after me”. You’re great at repeating though, right? You flap those wings and make a ruckus like a little cockatiel trying to spread it’s wings, but you just don’t have what it takes to get off the ground. Preecha Kamon might be trained, highly skilled even, but the type of training that you’ve gone through will always pale in comparison to the trials, the hardships that I’ve had to experience through a lifetime of walking on hot coals with nothing more than my bare feet and an undying, uncompromised will to carry on.

You know, I feel like it should be Armand in that ring Sunday seeing as he’s the man behind damn near everything that you do. If that man wants to be your mouthpiece so bad, to be the one who decides what you do and why you do it, then why doesn’t he pull up his big boy pants and step in the ring himself? I swear, that man has some mouth on him, it’s just unfortunate that he’s not the one to back them up, that he send his bitch to do his bidding for him. Between you and Patrilli, I really can’t tell who’s more of a fucking robot. You may have a hearing disability, but I don’t see why that would prevent you from seeing the fact that you’re a fucking slave to a man who sees you as one of his troops, a soldier that he treats as less than human. I think that the more time you spend under the wing of a man who looks to manipulate in the ways that Armand does, the more control he has over your brain. That’s the real disability in the situation, the fact that your entity is being controlled by someone other than yourself.

You won’t beat me in this match and it’s because I have that extra little chunk of something special that helps push me to get what I desire most and that’s the WCF tag team championships. What are those belts to you and Patrilli? You two are hired guns. There’s no authenticity to the two of you being together. Neither of you are much to be impressed by when it comes to character, but together, together it’s even worse. Patrilli and Preecha Kamon are like boneless skinless chicken breast without the seasoning. I mean..yeah, the meat is there and that’s worth something I guess, but that’s it. You don’t have the necessary flavor that people like me have. There’s a reason that I’m a three time and current title holder in this company and it’s the same reason that I am soon to be a four time title holder, it’s the flair.

I see you as someone who wants the rest of us to think that you’re this proud fighter, but you’re just so see through that it’s just sad. A guy like me, I fight for the way in which it shapes me and the fact that it makes me an all around better person and provider and contributor for fans, friends, and family alike. To you Preecha, to you fighting in this federation is nothing more than a dick measuring contest. You don’t want first place to be the best, you want first place to say “Hey look everybody, I’m the fucking bee’s knees.” That’s the same problem that a lot of people have when they step up to the plate. I see them as they reach for the stars and try to pull them down as souvenirs for them to keep to themselves for the sake of having a trophy to add to the collection without much regard to the value one puts behind it and that’s exactly what you are. When your only strategy, the only thing that links your heart..your mind...your soul, is to fight for the sake of proving that you’re good at it, that’s when you lose yourself. There’s no human touch to the way that you fight, Preecha.

Preecha, I can’t teach you or anyone else that extra little bit that I have over them, but I can show you the difference maker that it really is and the kind of difference maker that I will be in this matchup. People like me and Vic bring this special element to the ring that nobody else out of the four teams competing for the straps have. We’re the ones at One who will be fucking standout, essential parts to the future of the tag team division really. Preecha, this is a match with my name branded on it’s ass, not yours. I can see where your weaknesses are and they’re no secret. That fight that we had when we first faced each other, that was just the prelude. You want a fight, Preecha? You better prepare for a fucking snuff film.

Fade to black.

Part 4: Another lost (I.L.F. Part five) 

Sound projects from the back of an old fatback TV set, it’s screen showing images of old black and white sitcoms.

: What a shame..

A woman’s voice can be heard from the other room.

: Would you like another drink while I’m in here?

The figure looks up from an opened newspaper gripped between his hands.

: Just one.

The figure goes back to his paper, stopping for a minute and following even more silence as he begins tracing his finger along a particular section, the obituaries.

: My poor...poor..lost son..

The woman shouts back.

: You wanted scotch, right?

: Yes, Loretta.

: Just making sure, dear.

He returns once again to the paper in front of him.

: They took you from us!

: Is everything okay in there?

: They took him from us! He was our blood!

The man stands up, swiping his arm across the side table in frustration and sending everything on top of it crashing to the ground.

: Honey?

The woman looks on concerned as she enters the room to see the figure storming out. She goes to sit down the glass of scotch as she looks down and notices the paper still open on the page he was reading.

: Oh no..NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

The woman begins to have a sort of meltdown as she sees the name that caused her companion to storm out.

JOHN ADAMS

Part 5: #PartTheSea 

The scene opens up on a shot of The People’s Choice in their rental heading to the Staples Center on their way to go do promotional work in the lead up to One. Spencer sits back a bit with his hand on the wheel with Vic riding shotgun and Teo in the backseat. Vic flicks on a small camera and moves it around the car to show his partners with him.

Vic: Currently on our way to Staples. Time for your typical pre-show work filled with a lot of sitting around while waiting to shoot generic ten second clips for the WCF network I imagine. Say hi to the fans, Teo.

Teo chuckles a bit and gives the camera a thumbs up before waving at the lens.

Vic: Spencer.

Spencer: Vic.

Vic: Cut a promo.

Spencer: What?

Vic: Just a fun little road game. I’ll even post this on YouTube just to make you official with the youngsters.

Spencer: On who?

Vic: I don’t know...uh….let’s go with Rabid.

He chuckles a bit.

Spencer: Oh shit...you mean that guy that we made look like a punk in that last tag title match? The same Johnny Rabid that we had beat before that meddling Kyle Kemp came in and interrupted you pinning him?

Vic: Bingo.

Spencer: Yeah, okay, fuck it. This is the kind of shit that the universe wants to hear about, right? I’ve been biting my tongue for awhile now. Through everything that has happened in the past handful of months, every bit of bullshit, I’ve really been thinking about this particular bit of verbal bdsm. It wasn’t long after their arrival here in the federation that #BeachKrew made me and people like me a target, people like the two men in this car with me right now. Johnny Rabid, whether you believe that you’re the leader of your group or you believe that you’re simply the one that is here to enhance it, your alignment with #BeachKrew is something that I don’t take lightly, it’s something that I take personally.

Another thing I take real fucking personally is the fact that more specifically, you are now aligned with Kyle Kemp. While all members of your faction have their own unique and terrible qualities about them, he is the worst. Just as Hatcher has become my enemy for being Adam Young’s tag team partner, you are my enemy for “holding gold” with Kyle Kemp of all people. You are an enemy to me because you and your entire collective are enemies of me and my brothers. Just as XIII was revenge for the WCF roster over #BeachKrew, One will be the same as you feel every fucking ounce of pain and humiliation that we have in store for you.

I also look at Johnny Rabid as one of my main targets among the roster for being considered one of the big dogs in #BeachKrew. The way I see it, cutting off these bigger parts is how me, my brothers, and the rest of the WCF faithful are going to take out the fucking nuisance that this group is. I know that I’m more than capable of handling Rabid, because I’ve already proven that I can take care of those that are above him in #BeachKrew. At XIII, the power of the WCF was able to not only fight back and stand up against #BeachKrew, but help take care of Jared Holmes as well. For those who may have forgotten, it was Johnny Rabid’s higher ups that The People’s Choice beat to become the true tag team champions and it was #BeachKrew leader Jared Holmes whose dreams I killed at WAR.

On an in ring basis, I can tell everyone watching this right now that a guy like Johnny Rabid is the perfect competitor to bring out that extra little bit of fire in the antidote. I’ve done this for years and I take great pride in the work that I put in as a professional wrestler. I work my ass of to be the best in ring and that’s exactly what I’m going to do at the Staples Center. Anytime someone comes in and proves to be a wrestler of impressive technical prowess, I take it upon myself to go out there every night they’re on the card and make sure that I outdo them. Johnny Rabid being in the same match as me at One just makes it that much easier for Spencer Adams to go out there and outshine him.

Johnny Rabid is a man who is fighting for control and power among his allies, something that just doesn’t work in this team setting. When Jared and Wade came in, we saw them try to preach this sort of unity, this sort of cohesiveness. Rabid came in with the intentions of taking over and relieving them of their duties almost. I feel I’ve come to understand partnerships in WCF pretty well by now and that’s why I can see how this is going to play out. I could see it playing out this way ever since Rabid came in. I definitely see that from an in ring standpoint, Rabid and Kemp are a more well-oiled machine than they were the last time we met them in the ring, but that still doesn’t change the tension that we all know exists there. With that #BeachKrew struggle, those belts are coming home to me and Vic.

I see Johnny Rabid as a strategist, someone who lurks and observes and takes in every little thing that they can in order to get ahead and sometimes that may be done in some cheap, bullshit fashion, but I know that I still have to fight fire with fire. If #BeachKrew, The Outlaw Gentlemen, or Patrilli and Preecha think for one fucking second that Spencer Adams and Vic Venable are going to go out there and put on some squeaky clean performance, that we will fight with honor after they’ve shown so little of it, they’ve got another thing coming. This will be a fucking gorefest courtesy of yours truly. Johnny boy, get out while you still can and I don’t just mean to escape this matchup, I mean to flee #BeachKrew, because I’m dismantling your entire crooked collective and I’ll be starting with you.

Spencer smiles a bit as Vic lowers the camera.

Vic: Always a great way to get in the fighting spirit.

Teo leans forward a bit patting his teammates on the shoulders.

Teo: That’s the attitude. Let’s go out there and give them everything we’ve got.

Spencer: I wouldn’t have it any other way, man.