Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 21:04:28 GMT -5
Interrogation:
The Future: 2086
Clarice Brink's jaw is slack, as Michael Connor Ellison finishes recollecting his debut evening several years before. It made no sense to her, since Logan had won a future opportunity to face the World Champion, whoever it was, thanks to the interference by Seth Lerch. Only for him to turn on him much later. And Security to fall that easily? Were they incompetent back then? She asks...
Clarice: But, that doesn't make sense. Any of it! Logan turning on Seth! And Security getting beaten down so easily!
Michael: To Logan, nothing has to make sense. He eventually turns on everyone, to include me. It was several years later, but it happened. I knew it was coming, so when it did happen, I had contingencies in place for when it happened. Hell, I had contingencies in place to determine when it was going to happen! But instead of me getting beat down, Logan instead beat the hell out of a lookalike in my place. Don't give me that look! He was paid handsomely for his services in the matter. And when Logan figured it out, the look on his face was priceless!
Clarice: So you deliberately started working with the most treacherous man to ever come into the WCF? For what ends?
Michael: Honestly, I was bored back in St. Johns. That place is a might boring, truth be told. After I delivered Twilight as promised, they were so thrilled with me that they offered me a position within their Family organization. Though looking back, for being family, it must've been one of those incestuous families. There was a lot of fucking going on in that group. Save meself and Sarah.
Clarice: What about Sarah? What was her malfunction in the sexual exploits of the group?
Michael: She was just as cold as I was. Didn't seem to see much of a reason to get close to anybody. Those you were supposed to be close to, either were dead or meaner than fucking rattlesnakes. So why bother being close to people? That, and she had a similar penchant for dealing with people as I do.
Clarice: She's killed people, too?
Michael: Saw it with me own two eyes. The night I made the approach, she whacked a guy she'd fought underground. He kept getting fresh with her, so she garroted the dirty fucker while punching him to death. It was interesting to watch, as she tightened the garrote in her left hand, while punching the asshole out with her right hand. I believe it was in Montreal or Moncton. A French-speaking city in Canada that starts with an M. Forgive me age, so long ago, I forget.
Clarice: You saw this, and it didn't occur to you to run?
Michael: I had a job to do, which was deliver this redheaded firebrand to those who would pay for it! Her whacking out and killing some dirty fuck I planned on killing meself wasn't going to stop that!
Clarice shakes her head, as the psychotic lunatic continues his story...
Clarice: What made you want to kill this guy? Did you know him?
Michael: No, but I know his type. He was a real piece of shit, and it showed in his fight with Twilight. I think at one juncture in the bout, he actually grabbed her by the tits and yanked her up in the air from them. Though that didn't work out so well for him. She wound up kicking him in the face, before driving a knee into his mouth. She won the fight after a few more minutes, then she disappeared shortly thereafter. Didn't bother keeping an eye on her, I already knew where she would go. It was this bastard that I wanted to take a shot at, so I waited, and waited until the fucker left the fights. I think we were in Montreal. It was in an art gallery we had the fights.
Clarice: She killed him in revenge for the earlier match?
Michael: I assumed so. Didn't bother stopping her, either. Though I had the opportunity. I waited till the fucker drew his last breath, but couldn't see his breath this time, even though it was cold as fuck in that art gallery basement. After I made the approach, she got real pissed about it. Understandable, since you REALLY don't want witnesses when you whack a fucker out.
Clarice: You approached her AFTER she killed the guy? Ballsy, and stupid.
Michael: Hindsight. But how else was I going to leverage her AND gain her trust?
Clarice: How DID you gain her trust, after that?
Michael: Simple. Told her what I saw and told her I'd help her dispose of the body. I sympathized with her reasons for offing the bastard. We boxed him up in a wooden container and cleaned up the mess she left bleeding the fucker out with the garrote. After the trust-building exercise, I told her my deal with Katherine Phoenix, which she scoffed at, initially.
Clarice: What made her change her mind about the deal?
Michael: Told her I'd split the fee with her, minus recouped expenses. That, and being as she left WCF under less than pleasant terms a few years before, she was aching to get back and beat asses that were still there. Said something to the effect that she shouldn't have let those jealous cunts run her off to begin with, and that she would relish letting them know that their hatred of her wouldn't change the fact that she can still kick all their asses.
Clarice: So you hid the body, and she came with you to Philadelphia. You turn her over, got paid, then you all formed this group? To what ends? To attack this Beach Club?
Michael: We just said whatever we could to make a splash. We succeeded in that, but there were more axes to grind than just dealing with that group. To us, everyone was a potential target. Logan had people he wanted to hurt, as did Katherine Phoenix, and Sarah Twilight. Though in her eyes, she was okay hurting whoever. We had this Dag fellow, who just wanted some respect, and was willing to hurt whoever to get it. And then there was Morrigana, who was also of the same bent. Willing to hurt whoever to gain some respect.
Clarice: What was your motivation?
Michael: Me? I was just along for the ride. Paid for services rendered, and nothing more. I didn't make enemies on a personal level, because I didn't care enough about these people in the WCF to let them effect me personally. Save for a few instances, but that's later on down the road.
Clarice: So after the event, did you manage to find someone worthy of killing, in your mind?
Michael: Oh, there was PLENTY of assholes in the WCF that was worth a murder, but now that they were colleagues, it was kinda dumb to kill these assholes. Unless I was able to do to them what I did to previous colleagues who needed to die. Set up training accidents, or maybe with some of the drug users, get them to "accidentally" OD, stuff like that. But to go out and maliciously kill them? Yeah, didn't want to draw THAT kind of attention to meself. No thank you!
Clarice: So after the show, what came next for you and your group?
Back to the Past, which is actually the Present.
Shortly after Fifteen...
We were all hanging out after Fifteen, elated that all of us met some sort of successful measure at the biggest show in the WCF to date. Logan and Kat were making out with each other, and including this briefcase into their sexual exploits like another extra partner. It was weird, truth be told, but whatever kept their boat floating was between them.
Dag and Morrigana were playing grab-ass with each other, as well. Though not at the same intensity that Logan and Kat were going at it. It seemed they took a shine to each other somewhere along the line during the show. Morrigana didn't compete that evening, but was successful in helping Katherine take out Oblivion, who later I found out had assaulted and raped her at the behest of some people in the WCF. And people have the audacity to call ME, or anybody in this group for that matter, a sick bastard for whacking a few assholes who deserved to die? What a twisted place this WCF was...
Anyways, Sarah and I were NOT playing grab-ass with each other, so get your mind outta the gutter! Truth be told, I think she was more into the female persuasion, as it was. I found her attractive enough, but I felt that thing I always felt about other people. As in, why find myself giving a shit about anybody? So I can expose myself to abuse? Or watch them get taken away from me? Nah, being in a relationship is stupid. It was best to keep it professional with this group.
Just as I was about to ask Logan and Kat to get a room already, in walked Seth Lerch, with a dirty look on his face like someone had shit in his corn flakes. He looked around the room, to find Logan sitting in a chair with Kat and the briefcase both on his lap. He then says...
Seth: YOU SON OF A BITCH! I bring you back and get you in a position to become the World Champion. To try and get #BeachKrew out of a position of power, so you can FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID TONIGHT?!?!?!
Logan: SHUT UP! Shut your boudle-butt up, before we trashcan you!
Seth: But WHY?
Why did you do this to me?!?!?!
Katherine: Why? After letting Koala Lion use me, abuse me, and then dump me, you ask WHY? Drunky Bear is drunk. You should sleep it off.
Seth: And you might have murdered OBLIVION! Granted, he did things to you, but he didn't deserve THAT!
Morrigana: Oh, and you were going to do something about what he did to Kat? Don't worry about it. That bit of business has been finished. No thanks to you!
Seth: You aren't even a member of this roster! Who the fuck are you?
Dag: My girlfriend, and friend of The Family. Who are you?
Seth: I'm your BOSS!
Dag: Pretty shitbag move, BOSS, to NOT do anything about a member of your roster getting RAPED! So WE did something about it. And fuck you for letting that happen!
Charon: No need to thank us for what we've done. But you're welcome, by the way.
Seth looked around the room, a shocked and confused look on his face as he does so. Then his face contorts into anger, as he says...
Seth: You know what? FUCK YOU GUYS! YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME? I FUCK WITH YOU!!! DAG, YOU GET A MATCH WITH WADE MOOR!!!
Katherine: WADDLE BEAR!!!
Seth: SHUT YOUR FACE!!! YOU AND SARAH TWILIGHT... GOD, YOU BROUGHT HER BACK??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Twilight: I'm standing right here, Seth. You can say that to my face.
Seth: Both of you face Orbit and Price! How do you like them apples?
Twilight: Too easy...
Katherine: Drunk Championship Bear and Black Pimp Bear? You shouldn't have!!!
Seth: Oh, I SHOULD! THEY ARE GOING TO DESTROY WHATEVER OBLIVION WASN'T ABLE TO DESTROY IN YOUR FEEBLE MIND AND EQUALLY OFFENSIVE BODY!
And I'm sure they'd just LOVE to destroy Twilight in the process!!!
Charon: Is that the standard in the WCF? Pick on the disabled? Wow, you aren't much better than the shitbags you employ in #BeachKrew, are you?
Seth turns and looks at Charon, who glares right back at him with those icy blue eyes. Almost daring him to say something back at him in response. Seth then says...
Seth: You know what? I'll do you and Logan a solid! Just to prove I'm not unfair, I'm giving you both a shot at K.L. Henson and Mr. Holden. Good luck, though. Knowing K.L., he's got tricks up his sleeve for the BOTH of you!
Charon: Don't threaten me with a good time, Seth Lerch. K.L.'s in my wheelhouse when it comes to the type of garbage I love to take out.
Logan: Yeah, we're not done with that trashcan by a long shot. Thanks for the gift, Seth.
Seth: You can both thank me from whatever ER you land in after that match is done! FUCK ALL OF YOU!
Seth then leaves the locker room, when Morrigana says...
Morrigana: But... What about my match? Don't I get a match?
Twilight: I guess not.
Charon: Just make Seth regret not booking you during the show. Somehow I think we can manage that. As it seems real easy to get under the skin of just about everyone here in the WCF.
Katherine: I know, right? Bunch of sad little bears in the WCF! Especially when things don't go THEIR way!
Twilight: I think its time that they got used to things not going their way, anymore...
Logan: SHUT UP!!! Oh, my bad, I mean, I'm still getting used to you being around, Sarah... But yeah. Screw those jerks and them getting their way! You know who gets their way?
Dag: People who go to Burger King? Those fat and lazy slobs!
Logan: Boudles who go to Burger King, and US!!! We get OUR WAY! And trashcan those who say something different to the effect!
Charon: Agreed. Everyone here wants to trash us, but that's easier said than done. I say we stick to the plan, and continue tossing out the garbage that has collected here in the WCF. And to me, it doesn't matter what the name of that trash is. Whether its the #BitchyKunts, or the House of Oral Sex, or even that group that sells lotion. Rebel Lotion? Is that the group name?
Snickers can be heard in the locker room, but Charon continues regardless...
Charon: But Logan is right, its time to take the trash out. We continue to do what we started tonight. And after the backlash, EVERYONE IS A POTENTIAL TARGET!
Twilight: Beach party is over for EVERYONE! Bottom line! Just in case the message wasn't clear for EVERYONE IN THE WCF!!!
Logan: Fucking boudles... So Davy, looks like you and I got some stuff to do regarding these trashcan boudles we face next week. Are you up for it?
Charon: Do ducks quack?
Katherine: DUCKY FLASH!!!
Logan: Well, I got a few ideas on how to trashcan both of them...
Back to Interrogation...
Clarice then asks...
Clarice: So what was your plan in regards to the House of Oral Sex? That could not be their real name! You must be joking!
Michael: Well, the gave the WCF plenty of lip service with their threats, so that was a pretty accurate name to give them, in my opinion. Actually, they were called the House of Ophelia. Though when I think of Ophelia, I think of Hamlet. And we all know how that ended for Ophelia. Almost like they were asking to get killed. Don't threaten me with a good time, I always said.
Clarice: So what did you do to prepare for the match?
Michael: Being as we were truly horrible people gathered together, we did horrible things to them. Though I cannot take credit for anything that transpired after the fact. Except the arson, but to be fair, that wasn't my idea, either. I just assembled the parts to make it happen.
Clarice: Arson? But...
Michael: Sometimes I would cover up a murder with an arson. Don't you cops ever get suspicious deaths in fires? Do you NOT ever consider that some of these burned souls are in fact murder victims? Besides from the fires themselves?
Clarice: So what did you burn down? The House of Ophelia itself?
Michael: You could say that. But I would rather say that I empowered Logan to do it. It was his idea, to begin with. And he was there, so the credit should really go to him. But I will say that I had a lot of fun doing it. My only real regret is that I didn't get to blow the house up. Goddamned ATF and their tracking of explosives!
Clarice: What happened after the fact? What was the fallout of the arson?
Michael: They weren't thrilled about it. I guess Henson's wife perished in the fire. But before you ask, there was NO HUMAN PERSON in the house at the time! Hand to whatever God I'm supposed to raise my hand to! But cops couldn't link us to the fire, so their legal response pretty much went out the window.
Clarice: What about animals?
Michael: Are you implying that K.L. Henson was in a beastiality relationship? Because that is funny! Why didn't I think of that back then? But no, there were no animals that I could see or hear. But honestly, knowing K.L. Henson, he probably abused animals as a child and continued that trend as an adult. He was just a really creepy guy, all around. And then there was this Holden fellow.
Clarice: Holden? Who is that?
Michael: He was Henson's tag partner in the match we got booked in. He was high on himself because he had just won this Cruiserweight Title from some scientific type that looked like the guy from Beekman's World, but the only significant thing I can remember from the twat was that he would go on social media and call everyone "sheep". Wish he would look himself in the mirror and see that it took a sheep to know one. Forgive the excess sarcasm, but he was a real original guy, that fella. Though to be fair, he was an amnesia case, so monkey see, monkey do was his way of fitting in, I reckon.
Clarice: So after the arson, what transpired leading up to the match? I fear asking what happened during the match, but you might as well tell me that, as well...
Michael: I was wondering when you were going to ask that. So...
Back to the Past, which is actually the Present, again...
This time, a week later...
The night of the matches, Logan went off to argue with Road Agents about who would be entering at what time. Seeing as Mr. Holden just won the Cruiserweight Title, and felt that he was deserving of Champion status, he argued to come into the ring last. Logan didn't see it that way, since he was considered a legend by WCF standards. I was indifferent as to when we were going to enter the ring. Morrigana felt the same way.
Oh yeah, since Morrigana wasn't booked, we decided to let her be our valet for the evening. It was going to play into what we had planned for the match, as it was. When the two Oral Sex partners caught wind of that, they got even more indignant about their position when entering the ring. Whatever. Not like their bitching and moaning were going to save them this evening from what we were going to deliver on to them.
So Morrigana and I were discussing the plan while she kept throwing sexual innuendos out there, Logan came back with a hot dog in his hand and a smile on his face. I guess he had won his petty backstage battle about who was entering when, so I said...
Charon: I take it we go on after them?
Logan: Yeah! Of course we go on after them because that's how I want it!
Morrigana: I'll give you what you want...
Logan: Maybe later, babygurl, but right now, we gotta talk about entrance! I'm thinking some Treachery, and you guys follow me in...
Charon: Don't get me wrong, love the "Treachery" music. But we do have team music. Even though it doesn't hold a candle to "Oh Death"...
Logan: Yeah, I gotta admit your music is pretty sick, as well. Makes me realize you really don't give a shit about anybody you face.
Charon: I don't, and that's the point. Once in that ring, I don't really give a fuck about the other guy. Fight to win, bottom line.
Logan: That's the only way to go. But back to the music...
Morrigana: "This Means War" by Avenged Sevenfold. That is the team music. Though I must admit, both of your entrances are pretty fucking awesome. Maybe someday I'll get to do my own entrance.
Charon: I think after this week, provided we aren't all suspended by Seth Lerch's hand puppet K.L. Henson and his blind sheep follower Mr. Holden for handing them their asses back to them in a sling, you'll probably get your own match. I look forward to your entrance, by the way.
Morrigana: I bet. You like to watch, don't you?
Charon: You can learn a lot by watching. Doing is another thing. Which we should focus on. Doing damage to the House of Oral Sex, tonight.
Logan: Fine, we can do the team entrance. I just cannot wait to get my hands on Henson. He hurt my sandwich-making babygurl for his own twisted desires! THAT'S FOR ME TO DO!!! NOT HIM!
Morrigana: Yeah, Oblivion got what was coming to him. I think tonight, Henson and his bleating follower will get what comes to them.
Charon: Yeah, did you catch what Holden was calling some of us this week? Comes on like a mook, saying "Hello, sheep". What the fuck was that shit?
Logan: His lame way of trying to get into our heads. Almost as bad as this boudle Mayhem doing that trashcan Cab Ride threat back in the day.
Charon: Well, their time has come to answer for those sins. I mean, I'm by no means a nice guy, but RAPE? Really? I prefer going after family members to get my point across. Rape is so... rude!
Morrigana: Rude? You mean TERRIBLE!
Charon: I know what terrible is. Rape in comparison to terrible is just rude. Especially when you don't kill the person after the fact. I mean, if you kill the person afterwards, that seems more polite than just letting them live with that shit. But THAT would fall under terrible. Rape in and of itself is just rude.
Logan: Well, I guess I'm ready to do some rude shit to these guys in the match, putting it the way you would put it, Davy.
Charon: They deserve rudeness, in this particular case. Henson for being a shitbag who has cut off everyone's paychecks, and for arbitrarily suspending people he doesn't like.
Morrigana: You mean that ungrateful ass Andre Holmes? So much for that, he's competing tonight for TWO titles.
Charon: Oh? No shit. So much for Henson's credibility, then. I guess someone sees him as expendable in the grand scheme of things.
Logan: Oh, he's trashcan material. No doubt.
Morrigana: Garbage human being.
Charon: Well then, I guess its time to start taking out the garbage. Him and his little follower, the sheepish Mr. Holden. So would that make Henson "Little Bo Peep"? You know he fucks his sheep and licks their feet. I guess Holden is into that kinda shit.
Being the flesh sheath for what K.L. calls a dick.
Morrigana: Eww!
Logan: Harsh.
Charon: But all kidding aside about their sexual preferences for each other, all Holden is to Henson is nothing more than a blind follower. I'd say goon, but he'd have to actually pose some sort of a physical threat for that to be a legitimate statement. I mean, he beat up the dude from Beekman's World for that title he has now. I'd rather see him face someone of substance, but that probably won't happen anytime soon.
The bottom line is that both of these men, if we want to go that far in calling them that, are jokes. Punchlines in the WCF. Henson has no real power here, and Holden even less with that manufactured title around his waist. And both of them know it, but cannot admit it to themselves or anybody else. Tonight we prove what kind of joke they are, and that is of the sad variety. And while they may win this match, the fight itself will be a totally different story altogether. History can call them winners, but in reality, they will lose far more in this match than they will ever care to admit. And that is whatever dignity they may have had going in. I say that is a fair trade, considering what dignity they stole from members of MY FAMILY.
They can bluster and bitch about the situation, but it won't do them any good. And that situation is that we're going to go into the ring and we're going to kick the shit out of you in front of the whole world. If you think that's bad enough?
The Family: We're just getting started...
The Future: 2086
Clarice Brink's jaw is slack, as Michael Connor Ellison finishes recollecting his debut evening several years before. It made no sense to her, since Logan had won a future opportunity to face the World Champion, whoever it was, thanks to the interference by Seth Lerch. Only for him to turn on him much later. And Security to fall that easily? Were they incompetent back then? She asks...
Clarice: But, that doesn't make sense. Any of it! Logan turning on Seth! And Security getting beaten down so easily!
Michael: To Logan, nothing has to make sense. He eventually turns on everyone, to include me. It was several years later, but it happened. I knew it was coming, so when it did happen, I had contingencies in place for when it happened. Hell, I had contingencies in place to determine when it was going to happen! But instead of me getting beat down, Logan instead beat the hell out of a lookalike in my place. Don't give me that look! He was paid handsomely for his services in the matter. And when Logan figured it out, the look on his face was priceless!
Clarice: So you deliberately started working with the most treacherous man to ever come into the WCF? For what ends?
Michael: Honestly, I was bored back in St. Johns. That place is a might boring, truth be told. After I delivered Twilight as promised, they were so thrilled with me that they offered me a position within their Family organization. Though looking back, for being family, it must've been one of those incestuous families. There was a lot of fucking going on in that group. Save meself and Sarah.
Clarice: What about Sarah? What was her malfunction in the sexual exploits of the group?
Michael: She was just as cold as I was. Didn't seem to see much of a reason to get close to anybody. Those you were supposed to be close to, either were dead or meaner than fucking rattlesnakes. So why bother being close to people? That, and she had a similar penchant for dealing with people as I do.
Clarice: She's killed people, too?
Michael: Saw it with me own two eyes. The night I made the approach, she whacked a guy she'd fought underground. He kept getting fresh with her, so she garroted the dirty fucker while punching him to death. It was interesting to watch, as she tightened the garrote in her left hand, while punching the asshole out with her right hand. I believe it was in Montreal or Moncton. A French-speaking city in Canada that starts with an M. Forgive me age, so long ago, I forget.
Clarice: You saw this, and it didn't occur to you to run?
Michael: I had a job to do, which was deliver this redheaded firebrand to those who would pay for it! Her whacking out and killing some dirty fuck I planned on killing meself wasn't going to stop that!
Clarice shakes her head, as the psychotic lunatic continues his story...
Clarice: What made you want to kill this guy? Did you know him?
Michael: No, but I know his type. He was a real piece of shit, and it showed in his fight with Twilight. I think at one juncture in the bout, he actually grabbed her by the tits and yanked her up in the air from them. Though that didn't work out so well for him. She wound up kicking him in the face, before driving a knee into his mouth. She won the fight after a few more minutes, then she disappeared shortly thereafter. Didn't bother keeping an eye on her, I already knew where she would go. It was this bastard that I wanted to take a shot at, so I waited, and waited until the fucker left the fights. I think we were in Montreal. It was in an art gallery we had the fights.
Clarice: She killed him in revenge for the earlier match?
Michael: I assumed so. Didn't bother stopping her, either. Though I had the opportunity. I waited till the fucker drew his last breath, but couldn't see his breath this time, even though it was cold as fuck in that art gallery basement. After I made the approach, she got real pissed about it. Understandable, since you REALLY don't want witnesses when you whack a fucker out.
Clarice: You approached her AFTER she killed the guy? Ballsy, and stupid.
Michael: Hindsight. But how else was I going to leverage her AND gain her trust?
Clarice: How DID you gain her trust, after that?
Michael: Simple. Told her what I saw and told her I'd help her dispose of the body. I sympathized with her reasons for offing the bastard. We boxed him up in a wooden container and cleaned up the mess she left bleeding the fucker out with the garrote. After the trust-building exercise, I told her my deal with Katherine Phoenix, which she scoffed at, initially.
Clarice: What made her change her mind about the deal?
Michael: Told her I'd split the fee with her, minus recouped expenses. That, and being as she left WCF under less than pleasant terms a few years before, she was aching to get back and beat asses that were still there. Said something to the effect that she shouldn't have let those jealous cunts run her off to begin with, and that she would relish letting them know that their hatred of her wouldn't change the fact that she can still kick all their asses.
Clarice: So you hid the body, and she came with you to Philadelphia. You turn her over, got paid, then you all formed this group? To what ends? To attack this Beach Club?
Michael: We just said whatever we could to make a splash. We succeeded in that, but there were more axes to grind than just dealing with that group. To us, everyone was a potential target. Logan had people he wanted to hurt, as did Katherine Phoenix, and Sarah Twilight. Though in her eyes, she was okay hurting whoever. We had this Dag fellow, who just wanted some respect, and was willing to hurt whoever to get it. And then there was Morrigana, who was also of the same bent. Willing to hurt whoever to gain some respect.
Clarice: What was your motivation?
Michael: Me? I was just along for the ride. Paid for services rendered, and nothing more. I didn't make enemies on a personal level, because I didn't care enough about these people in the WCF to let them effect me personally. Save for a few instances, but that's later on down the road.
Clarice: So after the event, did you manage to find someone worthy of killing, in your mind?
Michael: Oh, there was PLENTY of assholes in the WCF that was worth a murder, but now that they were colleagues, it was kinda dumb to kill these assholes. Unless I was able to do to them what I did to previous colleagues who needed to die. Set up training accidents, or maybe with some of the drug users, get them to "accidentally" OD, stuff like that. But to go out and maliciously kill them? Yeah, didn't want to draw THAT kind of attention to meself. No thank you!
Clarice: So after the show, what came next for you and your group?
Back to the Past, which is actually the Present.
Shortly after Fifteen...
We were all hanging out after Fifteen, elated that all of us met some sort of successful measure at the biggest show in the WCF to date. Logan and Kat were making out with each other, and including this briefcase into their sexual exploits like another extra partner. It was weird, truth be told, but whatever kept their boat floating was between them.
Dag and Morrigana were playing grab-ass with each other, as well. Though not at the same intensity that Logan and Kat were going at it. It seemed they took a shine to each other somewhere along the line during the show. Morrigana didn't compete that evening, but was successful in helping Katherine take out Oblivion, who later I found out had assaulted and raped her at the behest of some people in the WCF. And people have the audacity to call ME, or anybody in this group for that matter, a sick bastard for whacking a few assholes who deserved to die? What a twisted place this WCF was...
Anyways, Sarah and I were NOT playing grab-ass with each other, so get your mind outta the gutter! Truth be told, I think she was more into the female persuasion, as it was. I found her attractive enough, but I felt that thing I always felt about other people. As in, why find myself giving a shit about anybody? So I can expose myself to abuse? Or watch them get taken away from me? Nah, being in a relationship is stupid. It was best to keep it professional with this group.
Just as I was about to ask Logan and Kat to get a room already, in walked Seth Lerch, with a dirty look on his face like someone had shit in his corn flakes. He looked around the room, to find Logan sitting in a chair with Kat and the briefcase both on his lap. He then says...
Seth: YOU SON OF A BITCH! I bring you back and get you in a position to become the World Champion. To try and get #BeachKrew out of a position of power, so you can FUCK ME LIKE YOU DID TONIGHT?!?!?!
Logan: SHUT UP! Shut your boudle-butt up, before we trashcan you!
Seth: But WHY?
Why did you do this to me?!?!?!
Katherine: Why? After letting Koala Lion use me, abuse me, and then dump me, you ask WHY? Drunky Bear is drunk. You should sleep it off.
Seth: And you might have murdered OBLIVION! Granted, he did things to you, but he didn't deserve THAT!
Morrigana: Oh, and you were going to do something about what he did to Kat? Don't worry about it. That bit of business has been finished. No thanks to you!
Seth: You aren't even a member of this roster! Who the fuck are you?
Dag: My girlfriend, and friend of The Family. Who are you?
Seth: I'm your BOSS!
Dag: Pretty shitbag move, BOSS, to NOT do anything about a member of your roster getting RAPED! So WE did something about it. And fuck you for letting that happen!
Charon: No need to thank us for what we've done. But you're welcome, by the way.
Seth looked around the room, a shocked and confused look on his face as he does so. Then his face contorts into anger, as he says...
Seth: You know what? FUCK YOU GUYS! YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME? I FUCK WITH YOU!!! DAG, YOU GET A MATCH WITH WADE MOOR!!!
Katherine: WADDLE BEAR!!!
Seth: SHUT YOUR FACE!!! YOU AND SARAH TWILIGHT... GOD, YOU BROUGHT HER BACK??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Twilight: I'm standing right here, Seth. You can say that to my face.
Seth: Both of you face Orbit and Price! How do you like them apples?
Twilight: Too easy...
Katherine: Drunk Championship Bear and Black Pimp Bear? You shouldn't have!!!
Seth: Oh, I SHOULD! THEY ARE GOING TO DESTROY WHATEVER OBLIVION WASN'T ABLE TO DESTROY IN YOUR FEEBLE MIND AND EQUALLY OFFENSIVE BODY!
And I'm sure they'd just LOVE to destroy Twilight in the process!!!
Charon: Is that the standard in the WCF? Pick on the disabled? Wow, you aren't much better than the shitbags you employ in #BeachKrew, are you?
Seth turns and looks at Charon, who glares right back at him with those icy blue eyes. Almost daring him to say something back at him in response. Seth then says...
Seth: You know what? I'll do you and Logan a solid! Just to prove I'm not unfair, I'm giving you both a shot at K.L. Henson and Mr. Holden. Good luck, though. Knowing K.L., he's got tricks up his sleeve for the BOTH of you!
Charon: Don't threaten me with a good time, Seth Lerch. K.L.'s in my wheelhouse when it comes to the type of garbage I love to take out.
Logan: Yeah, we're not done with that trashcan by a long shot. Thanks for the gift, Seth.
Seth: You can both thank me from whatever ER you land in after that match is done! FUCK ALL OF YOU!
Seth then leaves the locker room, when Morrigana says...
Morrigana: But... What about my match? Don't I get a match?
Twilight: I guess not.
Charon: Just make Seth regret not booking you during the show. Somehow I think we can manage that. As it seems real easy to get under the skin of just about everyone here in the WCF.
Katherine: I know, right? Bunch of sad little bears in the WCF! Especially when things don't go THEIR way!
Twilight: I think its time that they got used to things not going their way, anymore...
Logan: SHUT UP!!! Oh, my bad, I mean, I'm still getting used to you being around, Sarah... But yeah. Screw those jerks and them getting their way! You know who gets their way?
Dag: People who go to Burger King? Those fat and lazy slobs!
Logan: Boudles who go to Burger King, and US!!! We get OUR WAY! And trashcan those who say something different to the effect!
Charon: Agreed. Everyone here wants to trash us, but that's easier said than done. I say we stick to the plan, and continue tossing out the garbage that has collected here in the WCF. And to me, it doesn't matter what the name of that trash is. Whether its the #BitchyKunts, or the House of Oral Sex, or even that group that sells lotion. Rebel Lotion? Is that the group name?
Snickers can be heard in the locker room, but Charon continues regardless...
Charon: But Logan is right, its time to take the trash out. We continue to do what we started tonight. And after the backlash, EVERYONE IS A POTENTIAL TARGET!
Twilight: Beach party is over for EVERYONE! Bottom line! Just in case the message wasn't clear for EVERYONE IN THE WCF!!!
Logan: Fucking boudles... So Davy, looks like you and I got some stuff to do regarding these trashcan boudles we face next week. Are you up for it?
Charon: Do ducks quack?
Katherine: DUCKY FLASH!!!
Logan: Well, I got a few ideas on how to trashcan both of them...
Back to Interrogation...
Clarice then asks...
Clarice: So what was your plan in regards to the House of Oral Sex? That could not be their real name! You must be joking!
Michael: Well, the gave the WCF plenty of lip service with their threats, so that was a pretty accurate name to give them, in my opinion. Actually, they were called the House of Ophelia. Though when I think of Ophelia, I think of Hamlet. And we all know how that ended for Ophelia. Almost like they were asking to get killed. Don't threaten me with a good time, I always said.
Clarice: So what did you do to prepare for the match?
Michael: Being as we were truly horrible people gathered together, we did horrible things to them. Though I cannot take credit for anything that transpired after the fact. Except the arson, but to be fair, that wasn't my idea, either. I just assembled the parts to make it happen.
Clarice: Arson? But...
Michael: Sometimes I would cover up a murder with an arson. Don't you cops ever get suspicious deaths in fires? Do you NOT ever consider that some of these burned souls are in fact murder victims? Besides from the fires themselves?
Clarice: So what did you burn down? The House of Ophelia itself?
Michael: You could say that. But I would rather say that I empowered Logan to do it. It was his idea, to begin with. And he was there, so the credit should really go to him. But I will say that I had a lot of fun doing it. My only real regret is that I didn't get to blow the house up. Goddamned ATF and their tracking of explosives!
Clarice: What happened after the fact? What was the fallout of the arson?
Michael: They weren't thrilled about it. I guess Henson's wife perished in the fire. But before you ask, there was NO HUMAN PERSON in the house at the time! Hand to whatever God I'm supposed to raise my hand to! But cops couldn't link us to the fire, so their legal response pretty much went out the window.
Clarice: What about animals?
Michael: Are you implying that K.L. Henson was in a beastiality relationship? Because that is funny! Why didn't I think of that back then? But no, there were no animals that I could see or hear. But honestly, knowing K.L. Henson, he probably abused animals as a child and continued that trend as an adult. He was just a really creepy guy, all around. And then there was this Holden fellow.
Clarice: Holden? Who is that?
Michael: He was Henson's tag partner in the match we got booked in. He was high on himself because he had just won this Cruiserweight Title from some scientific type that looked like the guy from Beekman's World, but the only significant thing I can remember from the twat was that he would go on social media and call everyone "sheep". Wish he would look himself in the mirror and see that it took a sheep to know one. Forgive the excess sarcasm, but he was a real original guy, that fella. Though to be fair, he was an amnesia case, so monkey see, monkey do was his way of fitting in, I reckon.
Clarice: So after the arson, what transpired leading up to the match? I fear asking what happened during the match, but you might as well tell me that, as well...
Michael: I was wondering when you were going to ask that. So...
Back to the Past, which is actually the Present, again...
This time, a week later...
The night of the matches, Logan went off to argue with Road Agents about who would be entering at what time. Seeing as Mr. Holden just won the Cruiserweight Title, and felt that he was deserving of Champion status, he argued to come into the ring last. Logan didn't see it that way, since he was considered a legend by WCF standards. I was indifferent as to when we were going to enter the ring. Morrigana felt the same way.
Oh yeah, since Morrigana wasn't booked, we decided to let her be our valet for the evening. It was going to play into what we had planned for the match, as it was. When the two Oral Sex partners caught wind of that, they got even more indignant about their position when entering the ring. Whatever. Not like their bitching and moaning were going to save them this evening from what we were going to deliver on to them.
So Morrigana and I were discussing the plan while she kept throwing sexual innuendos out there, Logan came back with a hot dog in his hand and a smile on his face. I guess he had won his petty backstage battle about who was entering when, so I said...
Charon: I take it we go on after them?
Logan: Yeah! Of course we go on after them because that's how I want it!
Morrigana: I'll give you what you want...
Logan: Maybe later, babygurl, but right now, we gotta talk about entrance! I'm thinking some Treachery, and you guys follow me in...
Charon: Don't get me wrong, love the "Treachery" music. But we do have team music. Even though it doesn't hold a candle to "Oh Death"...
Logan: Yeah, I gotta admit your music is pretty sick, as well. Makes me realize you really don't give a shit about anybody you face.
Charon: I don't, and that's the point. Once in that ring, I don't really give a fuck about the other guy. Fight to win, bottom line.
Logan: That's the only way to go. But back to the music...
Morrigana: "This Means War" by Avenged Sevenfold. That is the team music. Though I must admit, both of your entrances are pretty fucking awesome. Maybe someday I'll get to do my own entrance.
Charon: I think after this week, provided we aren't all suspended by Seth Lerch's hand puppet K.L. Henson and his blind sheep follower Mr. Holden for handing them their asses back to them in a sling, you'll probably get your own match. I look forward to your entrance, by the way.
Morrigana: I bet. You like to watch, don't you?
Charon: You can learn a lot by watching. Doing is another thing. Which we should focus on. Doing damage to the House of Oral Sex, tonight.
Logan: Fine, we can do the team entrance. I just cannot wait to get my hands on Henson. He hurt my sandwich-making babygurl for his own twisted desires! THAT'S FOR ME TO DO!!! NOT HIM!
Morrigana: Yeah, Oblivion got what was coming to him. I think tonight, Henson and his bleating follower will get what comes to them.
Charon: Yeah, did you catch what Holden was calling some of us this week? Comes on like a mook, saying "Hello, sheep". What the fuck was that shit?
Logan: His lame way of trying to get into our heads. Almost as bad as this boudle Mayhem doing that trashcan Cab Ride threat back in the day.
Charon: Well, their time has come to answer for those sins. I mean, I'm by no means a nice guy, but RAPE? Really? I prefer going after family members to get my point across. Rape is so... rude!
Morrigana: Rude? You mean TERRIBLE!
Charon: I know what terrible is. Rape in comparison to terrible is just rude. Especially when you don't kill the person after the fact. I mean, if you kill the person afterwards, that seems more polite than just letting them live with that shit. But THAT would fall under terrible. Rape in and of itself is just rude.
Logan: Well, I guess I'm ready to do some rude shit to these guys in the match, putting it the way you would put it, Davy.
Charon: They deserve rudeness, in this particular case. Henson for being a shitbag who has cut off everyone's paychecks, and for arbitrarily suspending people he doesn't like.
Morrigana: You mean that ungrateful ass Andre Holmes? So much for that, he's competing tonight for TWO titles.
Charon: Oh? No shit. So much for Henson's credibility, then. I guess someone sees him as expendable in the grand scheme of things.
Logan: Oh, he's trashcan material. No doubt.
Morrigana: Garbage human being.
Charon: Well then, I guess its time to start taking out the garbage. Him and his little follower, the sheepish Mr. Holden. So would that make Henson "Little Bo Peep"? You know he fucks his sheep and licks their feet. I guess Holden is into that kinda shit.
Being the flesh sheath for what K.L. calls a dick.
Morrigana: Eww!
Logan: Harsh.
Charon: But all kidding aside about their sexual preferences for each other, all Holden is to Henson is nothing more than a blind follower. I'd say goon, but he'd have to actually pose some sort of a physical threat for that to be a legitimate statement. I mean, he beat up the dude from Beekman's World for that title he has now. I'd rather see him face someone of substance, but that probably won't happen anytime soon.
The bottom line is that both of these men, if we want to go that far in calling them that, are jokes. Punchlines in the WCF. Henson has no real power here, and Holden even less with that manufactured title around his waist. And both of them know it, but cannot admit it to themselves or anybody else. Tonight we prove what kind of joke they are, and that is of the sad variety. And while they may win this match, the fight itself will be a totally different story altogether. History can call them winners, but in reality, they will lose far more in this match than they will ever care to admit. And that is whatever dignity they may have had going in. I say that is a fair trade, considering what dignity they stole from members of MY FAMILY.
They can bluster and bitch about the situation, but it won't do them any good. And that situation is that we're going to go into the ring and we're going to kick the shit out of you in front of the whole world. If you think that's bad enough?
The Family: We're just getting started...
