Post by CJ Phoenix on Aug 28, 2016 0:49:06 GMT -5
While the screen is still blacked out, the sound of wheels turning is the only source of noise. This is the case for five full seconds. Finally, the lens brightens, revealing that it is zoomed in on a wheel rolling on a carpet. The sight is complimented by CJ Phoenix's voice in the background.
Phoenix: Revenge.
The camera zooms out and pans up enough to show that the wheel is a part of a cart with a covered silver platter. Pushing the cart is a hotel worker who is delivering a room service order. The camera view switches to first person from the eyes of the person pushing the cart. The employee reaches the elevator and steps inside once it opens.
Phoenix: It's defined as an act or instance of retaliating in order to get even.
The elevator ascends from the first floor as the camera pans around the inside of it, signifying someone observing their surroundings before looking at the hidden meal.
Phoenix: It's defined as an opportunity for getting satisfaction.
*Ding*
Wheels meet carpet once more as the elevator lets off its passenger on the 8th floor. Down the hall the cart goes until it stops at room 828.
Phoenix: On August 28th, "revenge" will have a new definition.
The employee knocks on the door and says "room service!". After a few seconds, the door is opened by CJ Phoenix. He receives the platter and tips the employee. Phoenix brings the plate to the counter and removes the cloche. As the camera attempts to reveal what's on the plate, a cloud of steam covers the lens.
Initiating Operation: REVENGE
Mission info: The WCF has produced a new championship title. It's highly unstable and its prestige has not been established. This is a perfect opportunity to make an even bigger name for yourself and separate yourself further from the rest of the pack. It's also a chance to keep the new belt from plummeting into irrelevancy. However, there are three others that are also pursuing what is being call the "Alpha" title. You must not let the belt fall into their hands. SKYBOX has provided you with the tools to create one RP, as it is commonly called. We'll help you prepare for it, but once you're in that ring, you'll have to fight through the opposition on your own to walk away with that title. Good luck. We know you can do it.
Number of Opponents: 3
Dion Necurat
Nickname: The Crimson Liontamer
Height: 6'5
Weight 270
Finisher: Praetorian Driver, Bonds of Glory, Sanctions
Strength: improving competitor, currently training to overcome adversity and losing
Weakness: injured shoulder
Henker von Massaker
Nickname: The Baron
Height: 6'4
Weight: 252
Finisher: The Blackout, The Blitzkrieg
Strength: close combat, violence
Weakness: easy to piss off
Jordan Ciserano
Nickname: N/A
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185
Finisher: Psycho 1-4, The Ciserano Super Kick
Strength: Trained by Caliban, technically sound submission wrestler
Weakness: vulnerable to "split second" offense
Objectives
Primary-
Win at Revenge and become the first ever Alpha Champion
Secondary-
1) "Spearfest!" Hit every opponent with a Spear
2) "Finish them!" Successfully execute at least one Talon Kick and at least one Crux of Fate
3) "Watch me swooce right in!" Win the match after one opponent has hit another with their finisher
4) "You mad, bro?" Troll at least one opponent on the internet boards
Mission starting in 3.....2.....1.....
Slam has just ended, and the countdown to Revenge has begun. After a hard fought tag team victory against Adam Young and Night Rider, CJ Phoenix is in the catering area standing up. He has already hit the showers post-match, and is comfortably wearing a black shirt with a leopard covering most of the front of it to go along with a pair or grey sweatpants and black and grey shoes. With one hand, he holds his back, which is still sore from the earlier contest. Meanwhile, he uses his other hand to eat some strawberries. Aside from his obvious love of food, Phoenix has decided to wait until after all of the fans have left before he would decide to leave. He doesn't feel like running into a bunch of "Blazing Phoenix" chants from the WCF Galaxy. Moments after staff have confirmed that there are no more fans present, CJ begins making his way out of the arena. What are the odds? Guess who CJ comes across? That's right! WCF's own, Hank Brown, with cameraman in tow. It's like the Brown and the camera guy are attached at the hip or something.
Brown: CJ Phoenix, you and Teddy Blaze picked up another win tonight in your tag team match. How are you feeling right now?
Phoenix: Well Hank, my back hurts. Not just from carrying the team and the other people I get matched up with into great matches, but also from the match I had tonight. I took a powerslam, a top rope saito suplex, saved my partner Teddy Blaze it after he got hit with the Redneck Riveria, and won the match. And that was just the highlights. Gotta give credit to Adam Young and Night Rider. They went down swinging. Both of them are pretty good wrestlers, even if they don't get along too well. Also gotta thank my teammate Teddy Blaze. He's a bit of a jerk, but it didn't stop us from winning.
Brown: Once more, you and Blaze worked together to secure a victory. A lot of fans are starting to call you guys the Blazing Phoenix. Is this a sign of you two working together more often?
Phoenix: No.
He pauses to look at the camera, then at Hank, then at the wall, and finally back at Hank.
Phoenix: Lemme phrase that better. Helllllllllllll no! You see what kind of poor sportsmanship that guy has? I congratulated him, raised his arm up, and even let him in on some of my...MY...spotlight. What do I get for being a team player and encouraging Teddy to Blaze it in that match? I get ignored and mean mugged by that stingy ass, selfish ass, assing ass party pooper. Yes, he's a great athlete. Yes, we gel pretty well in our matches and have each other's backs from bell to bell. However, unless Seth gets blackout drunk playing darts or whatever he does to make the show cards, you and everyone else better savor the sights of Blaze and I working together, because I highly doubt it will happen again.
Brown: Speaking of working together, every match you've been in since you returned at Ultimate Showdown has been a tag team match. Why do you think this has been the case instead of you competing more as an individual?
Phoenix: You know, I've asked myself that a few times earlier today. I believe it's because it's been a win-win for everybody. I get to try out the whole "tag team" thing. I get twice the opponents, so I get to learn twice as much in half the time. It makes everyone involved better because iron sharpens iron. The Galaxy benefits from watching WCF's Workhorse put on yet another great match. The WCF gets higher ratings. I'm not saying that I'm always better at everything than everybody at anytime. What I am saying is that every time I step in a WCF ring, I prove that I'm a guy you can build a roster around. A wrestler that gets the attention of the people whenever his name is mentioned. I know it's only a matter of time before the chains come off and I get unleashed onto the WCF as a singles competitor once more. When that happens, the WCF Galaxy better show up with helmets on, because I will blow their minds.
Brown: Revenge is next Sunday, what kind of match do you think you'll be in?
Phoenix: One that I'll win, of course.
The two share a quick chuckle at the sarcastically toned statement.
Phoenix: But seriously, one that I'll win. I don't go into the ring expecting to lose. How silly would that be?
Brown: Very silly, I'd imagine.
Phoenix: Exactly. Honestly, I don't care what kind of match it is. One-on-one, two-on-two, triple threat, fatal four way, clusterfuck, fustercluck, or anything else of the sort. No matter what match it is, two things will remain the same. CJ Phoenix will put as many dead weights on his back as needed in order to put on a phenomenal show, and CJ Phoenix will outwork anyone and everyone he's in said match against.
Brown: Confident statement there. Congrats once again on your win tonight. I'll leave you to prepare for next week.
Phoenix: Bueno.
Phoenix walks off and hails a cab to his hotel. Upon arrival, he tips the driver and walks into the building. Along the way to his room, he whistles his theme music. The sound of his suitcase rolling on the hotel floor is the only other consistent sound after he exits the elevator. He stops by the ice machine and fills a bag from his suitcase with ice. Then, he goes to his room and places the bag on his back after laying on the bed on his stomach. A deep breath is taken before CJ turns on the TV while getting his phone out. SportsCenter is the first thing that displays on the monitor as Phoenix makes a call to Kaiyah.
*ring*...*ring*...
Kaiyah: Hello?
Phoenix: Hey babe.
Kaiyah: Hey baby. Congrats on your win tonight!
Phoenix: Thanks. I'd be celebrating and dancing the night away, but see the way that my back hurts...the post game celebration's gonna have to wait until tomorrow.
CJ's statement gets treated with a laugh from his lady.
Kaiyah: Geeeee. Ya don't say?
Phoenix: Thaaaannnnnnks for the sarcasm.
Kaiyah: You're welcome.
Phoenix: So get this shit. Seth done revamped the United States title to the Casino card title!
Kaiyah: What? I thought it was called the "Alpha" title.
Phoenix: Well, that's what the birth certificate says on the belt, but as far as what it stands for, casino card. You get it, win with it, and then trade it in for shit. Sounds good to me!
Kaiyah: When do you think it'll be up for grabs?
Phoenix: Most likely this Sunday. Alpino Shineface swapped it for a World title shot at Revenge, so I'm guessing it'll come down to who gets first crack at it. I believe the title would have a new owner before Revenge ends.
Kaiyah: Do you think you'll be one of those to get first crack at it?
Phoenix: I'd like to think so. You know. Workhorse and whatnot. Plus, it would be nice to be like the U.S. Olympians and capture some gold.
Kaiyah: That's true. I guess we'll find out when the card goes up.
Phoenix: Yep. Then I'll see if I get a title match, a fifth straight tag match, or maybe even both.
Kaiyah: All possibilities.
I'm sure you won't mind regardless, Mr. "Hardest working guy in the WCF".
Phoenix: You're right. Unless of course I get fed some jobber in a squash match. I'm sorry, but I can't carry everybody to an awesome match. Sometimes, I just gotta roll with a blowout win.
Kaiyah: Sounds like you want a challenge.
Phoenix: Absolutely! It's a Pay-Per-View. I'm not tryna have a piss break match in a Pay-Per-View. That's what those bottom of the card, "Welcome to the WCF", clusterfuck matches are for. No thanks. Been there, done that, not going back.
She laughs before her exhaustion forces out a yawn.
Kaiyah: I think I'm gonna hit the bed. I'm tired.
These people here can't drive, and I gotta get up at 5 in the morning so I can be on time for this flight.
Phoenix: Hahaha yeah you don't wanna miss a flight, that's for sure. Mess around and end up having to spend the night at the airport and be out of more cash. That's a lose-lose. Can't be having that. So yeah, you do that sleep thing, and I'll do the same. Goodnight. Love you.
Kaiyah: Goodnight. Love you too.
Even though CJ Phoenix knows that Revenge will be in Newark, the guy loves casinos. Plus, he's that close to one of the hottest casino locations on the planet. Of course the plane that he got on in Columbus landed in Atlantic City. He checks in, grabs his key, and heads to his room. The sunrise catches his attention for a moment as he stares out of the window with a nature-loving smile on his face. After the sun has finished rising, he sits on the bed and takes out his laptop. Once it's on, he uses it to record himself.
Phoenix: Hello, everybody! Fill up your tanks, because we are on the Road to Revenge! Now as you may know, yours truly is in a fatal four way match for the WCF Alpha Championship. That means that either myself, Dion Necurat, "The Baron" Massaker, or Jordan Ciserano will walk out of Revenge the first ever Alpha Champion. I know some of you heard that and went "Phoenix, you idiot, don't you know that "The Shine" Brent Alpine was technically the first ever Alpha Champ?" while you furrowed your eyebrows. Well, to answer your question, Brent Alpine did not WIN that title. He was United States champ. A damn good one, too. It just so happened that when the U.S. Title got converted to the Alpha title, he was in possession of it. Do I believe that he's earned the World Title shot that he has this Sunday? Absolutely! He busted his ass week in and week out in order to defend the U.S. Title. So it's only fair that he gets said World Title shot. This brings me back to my earlier statement that he DID NOT WIN that title. The key word is "WIN". He didn't pin anyone. No one tapped out. Not a single person was thrown over the top rope or buried alive. Zero ladders were used. In fact, zero weapons were used. So yes, while Alpine is the first person to hold that belt, the four people fighting for it Sunday are the first WCF wrestlers to compete for it. Before you ask, no, this isn't me taking shots at Brent. I have nothing against him I'm just simply clarifying things. Congrats, Alpine. Congrats on being the demo guy to show the world how the new title works. Good luck out there in your World Title match. You earned it. Go out there and get your ass kicked, buddy!
He gets up and grabs a bottle of root beer from the fridge. After taking a drink he walks back to the bed with the beverage and resumes speaking.
Phoenix: Another big thing about this title match is where it's taking place. It's a match in a Pay-Per-View called "Revenge". This made me ask myself something. Out of the four of us in this match, who's out for the most revenge? Spoiler alert! It's CJ Phoenix! Why? Why is it CJ Phoenix? I'll tell you why! I'll even break it down. Let's start with Jordan Ciserano. What kind of vengeance does he seek? It might be because he's already tried to make a run in the WCF, but it didn't end well. Now, he's back and he's out for blood. So he left and came back. Been there, done that. Let's try again. I know! It's Brent Alpine! Guess I'm not done mentioning him after all. See what had happened was, a couple weeks back, Alpaca did some shady shit and attacked Jordan. Shame shame shamity shame, right? It would be, had it not been for the fact that the very next week, Ciserano got his revenge. Hear that? Jordan's ALREADY GOTTEN his revenge. That little something extra that comes from facing a rival isn't there anymore. The closest thing he has to trying to get some retribution would be if he were to win Sunday, hold the title for three months, cash it in, and beat Brent Alpine for the World Title.
He pauses for a moment and motions like he's in deep thought. Then, he snaps out of it.
Phoenix: Yeah. I know. Too many things have to happen for that to even come close to reasonably possible. It's about as likely as Lillith swearing off cookies forever. I'm sorry, but it just isn't gonna happen for you Sunday, Ciserano. And even if by some fluke it did, it wouldn't even be getting vengeance anymore. It would just be adding insult to injury. So Jordan Ciserano doesn't have the most to gain from this.
Another brief stoppage happens as CJ takes another sip of the root beer.
Phoenix: How about that Henker von Massaker, eh? What's driving him to this match? Who's his beef with? Is it Jordan Ciserano? Nooooooope. Dion Necurat? Noooooooooope. CJ Phoenix? Hahaha maybe later, but ultimately, nope. Give up? The correct answer is...Teddy Blaze! These guys have been in a bit of a kerfuffle the last few weeks. I have nothing against that. Blaziken's a good wrestler. Massaker's a good wrestler. Best of all, they're both insane! It makes for a great rivalry, a great revenge story, and a great match that is NOT happening this Sunday. Sooooooooo Baron gets scratched off the list. That leaves one opponent: Dion Necurat. Who does he need revenge against? Ummmmmm...Jason O'Neil? Whoever wrecked his shoulder? Common sense? Not gonna lie, this one's a tossup. However, one thing's for sure, he doesn't want, or need a win this Sunday bad enough.
Phoenix takes a break to finish his drink. Once the bottle's empty, he tosses it into the trash can. Then, he looks outside, takes in the view of the sky, and then turns toward the laptop's camera.
Phoenix: Guess that leaves the only right answer: one Chase Jackson. Otherwise known as CJ Phoenix. What on Earth could I possibly be seeking revenge against? Think about it. I've already answered that question before I even asked it. In case you don't remember, let me sum it up for you. I'm in a rivalry with everyone. EVERYONE! Especially those that are unfortunate enough to be on the opposite side of the "vs" sign in a match with me. I'm in a rivalry with myself for even having to wait seven months for a title win when I know good and damn well I should've been holding gold months ago! As much as it hurts to have been in this gold drought, all it has done is help me build a better foundation. For the past few weeks, I've stated over and over again that I'm the workhorse of this company and I get back up every time I get back down. The thing is, for the past seven months, I've been competing in handicap matches. I don't mean handicap matches on the WCF match cards. I mean three-on-one matches against my opponents, my life, and myself. I still have those matches, and this Sunday will be no different. There have been times where I have lost battles to win wars and times where I have won battles but lost wars. Sometimes I lose the battle and the war. Sometimes I sweep the board and win it all. I'm not perfect. I'm not unbeatable. I have been defeated. In the ring, in life, and in my own mind. I've been sadistic, erratic, and stopped short of the goal line many times. Sometimes, I stare in the mirror at the scars I've obtained throughout my tenure in the WCF. Some are bruises from matches. Others are scars from my life outside of the company. The rest are the thoughts, memories, and nightmares that haunt my mental state. For seven long months, those three things have been the bane of my existence. They've torn me apart. Driven me to places that caused me to hurt people, both physically and mentally. Stained my mind with thoughts that would make Satan sleep with one eye open. I've been a broken man for days, weeks, months, and even years throughout my life. I used to think that the mistakes I made and the losses I've taken made me weak. I used to hate myself for my past failures and then doubt myself afterwards. It was just one heartbreak after another, until something happened. Something changed. I realized that the reason I'm carrying a mountain on my back while climbing up a mountain is because I'm the ONLY ONE that can do it! It was a reminder that the WCF, life, and even mentally staying tough is a marathon, not a sprint. Every time I fail, another doubt is born. However, every time a doubt is born, it just ends up being another obstacle for me to get through. That's why this match means so much to me. That's the revenge I'm seeking. Retribution against those who have tried their hardest to stop me from ever winning a title in the WCF. Vengeance against the naysayers, both in and outside the ring, that tell me that I will NEVER hold WCF gold and that I CAN'T win the big matches. I seek revenge against the voices, thoughts, and memories that plague my mind and try to weigh me down. Revenge is MY Pay-Per-View, and that Alpha Title will be MINE! Maybe to all of the other guys in this match, as well as the people in the back who haven't nabbed a title yet, The Alpha Title's just a pit stop on the way to a different title. All that does is devalue the belt. I get it, the concept is essentially to hold it like a casino card and build enough time with it to trade it in, but that's not what I see it as. I see it as a necessity. I see it as not just a chance to build my own legacy, but also as a chance to take this company to new heights. When, and I do mean WHEN, I win that title, I will guard it like a safe guarding money. I will protect it like a mother protects her newborn. I will fight tooth and nail until the Alpha championship is seen as a title worth laying it all on the line for each and every week! Alphas are leaders, which means they lead by example. When I claim that belt, I want to be an inspiration to the future guys. You know, the younger cats on the roster, as well as any other young, hungry talents that sign WCF contracts. I want them to chase the Alpha title and say "I want to have an Alpha title run like CJ Phoenix. I want to go the distance with the belt like he did." the whole time they pursue that gold. Every generation of athletes, whether it be the WCF, NFL, NBA, NHL, or even the Olympics, has its share of trailblazers. Athletes that leave a legacy and a lasting impression on the sport that they play. My goal isn't to be the best the WCF has ever had. My goal is to be the best version of myself, and if that lands me in the convos about elite wrestlers down the line, then that's fine. If it doesn't, I'm okay with that. No matter what happens, I want to be looked back upon as someone who fought through the adversity and set an example as a sign of hope for those who don't shoot up to the top the moment, but still do all they can to try to show up and leave it all in the ring each and every show. Winning this Sunday will mean that I'll have a championship as a symbol of my revenge being successful. Holding that title would mean that seven long months of skyrocket highs and soul crushing lows will finally pay off. All the training. All the workouts. All the scouting, research, and gameplanning. All of it will be worth it when I walk out of Revenge as the Alpha Champion.
Phoenix takes a moment to let what he has said marinate before deciding to close out the video.
Phoenix: That's all I have to say for now, but it's not all I have to say about this match. I'll be back in a few days for the second half of my Road to Revenge video. Have a great day, and God bless!
Now you know it wouldn't be CJ Phoenix in Atlantic City without him going to a casino. The greatest antihero Townsville's ever had makes his way down to the casino floor in order to take a break from his gameplanning so that he won't overdo it. As he looked around, he saw some people at a craps table yelling excitedly. Guess that means they won something. The tables had their usual balance between quiet thinkers and drunken comedians. His intention was to play some slots, and while he was searching for one that would draw his interest, he saw a pissed off guy cursing out one of the machines like it was gonna argue back or some shit. Apparently, him losing was the equivalent of the machine challenging him to a boxing match to him, because he stood up, yelled out "You mother fucker!" and started attack the machine! Seriously! What the hell!? Anyways, Phoenix laughs to himself and finds a machine that catches his eye. He goes back and forth with the machine, but comes out with a little less than he started with before he made his way to another machine. From one slot to the next he would go. Some he would win on, some would be less successful. Overall, he was losing a little bit at a time, but it was adding up. He had lost $100 at this point, but he wasn't giving up. He kept trying until he made it to a Quick Hit machine. Before he started playing, a fight broke out nearby, and boy was it a good one. It looked like something fresh out of the NHL. Actually, let me clarify something. It wasn't a good one because it was an even matchup. What made it great was the fact that what spawned it was some jerk trash talking somebody because they won on the machine that the asshole had just gotten off of. The guy tried to say cool and just ignore him. Didn't work. He tried explaining that shit like that happens all the time, which it does, but that just made the douche angrier. In fact, it pissed him off enough to start pushing the guy. Still, dude tried to keep his cool and was like forget it. Unfortunately the jerk started talking shit about his family, and he even went as far as swinging at him. One hit. That's all he got in. That calm ass dude got up and beat the ignorance outta him, and if he didn't, he sure gave it a helluva try! Eventually, security broke up the fight, and things went back to normal. Again, another great moment of violence, but it would not be enough to stop Phoenix from pursuing a win on the machines. He looked back at the machine he was on and began playing it. It started off about average for him, wins offsetting losses and vice-versa. However, his resiliency finally paid off as he won five grand ten minutes after sitting at the slot machine. Finally, after all of the back and forth, the losing, and the distractions by other violence going on, Phoenix finally got the big win. As soon as they finished paying him, he hauled ass back to his room. Could this be a sign of thing to come in a few days time?
Mission Update-"The Baron" has become "The Grim Butcher". Warning: This makes him EXTREMELY dangerous as we have no intel on this "Grim Butcher". Find out what you can however you can. Be careful out there, if you weren't already in for a brawl, you're certainly in for a slugfest now.
Three days have passed since CJ recorded and posted his video to YouTube. Since then, he has studied recent matches involving the participants in the fatal four way match, including himself. He looks for patterns in movements and takes notes on his notebook. Additionally, he takes some time out to cast out a lure via internet trolling to see what he can get out of his opponents. As the sun sets on this beautiful Friday, Phoenix calls upon his laptop once more and does the whole self-recording thingy that people do.
Phoenix: Hello everybody, and welcome to Road to Revenge Part 2. I'm CJ Phoenix, and if you haven't seen part one of this video, I suggest you go back and watch it.
He gives a quick pause so that anyone watching that wants to see part one can safely switch to it without any spoilers.
Phoenix: Alright. If you're still here, you're in for the ride now. Spoiler alert. CJ Phoenix wins the Alpha title! GGs everybody. See ya next time.....okay, there's more to it. Waaayyyyyyy more to it. For starters, I've mentioned my three opponents, Jordan Ciserano, Henker von Massaker, and Dion Necurat, a few times in my last video. This time, I'm going to give you some insight on them and tell you why they will not defeat me and why I will be the one to walk away with the title.
The sun finishes setting as he decides what order he shall speak of his opponents in.
Phoenix: Okay. I have decided to go in reverse order from the last video. That means I'm starting with mister fresh meat himself, "The pup", as he referred to himself as recently, Dion Necurat! This guy has "feel good story" written all over him. He's got wrestling in his bloodline. He's overcome a fucked up shoulder to compete in the WCF. Yeah, it was a bit of a rocky start for the kid, but he's on a roll now. He has won his last two matches. And on top of all of that, he theoretically, and statistically, has a one in four shot of pulling off one of the biggest upsets in quite some time. Dion's the underdog in this match for sure, and I know what it's like to start slow and then suddenly catch fire. I've been there before. Lucky for him, he doesn't have to deal with the same struggles that I do. Unfortunately for Necurat, I'm one of his opponents. This doesn't mean that he's just gonna be a punching bag all match, nor do I see him as one heading into it. The guy's massive, people. At 270lbs, Dion Necurat is the heaviest guy in the match. Best believe that he's going to use that power to his advantage because it would be foolish of him not to. Considering he outweighs me by over 5 dozen pounds, I have absolutely no intentions on letting it be a power struggle between him and myself. When Dion connects on a strike, he hits hard. I know he's going to land a few moves on me, and they will hurt. I'm just gonna have to roll with the punches. Now one move that I will be trying my hardest to avoid is the Praetorian Driver. I saw him use that move earlier this month, and it is nasty. I'm talking Randy Moss nasty. If he's gonna hit that driver, he's gonna have to pick a different target, because if I even feel like he's setting up for it, I'm getting the hell out. There's no need for me to take that kind of move when I can let someone else take it and then capitalize on it. If it were one on one, the I would just have to beat him before he got the chance to use it. However, since it's a fatal four way, that gives him two other potential targets. I might just let him hit it on someone else just to weaken them further so I can swooce right in for the kill and win. It's strategy. At some point, he and I will mix it up during the match. I'm gonna outrun him and chip away at him. I don't mind playing defense, especially if it's to tire my opponent out. Eventually, Dion will get tired of swinging and missing me. Then, he'll just get tired. Once he's tired and off balance, I pick him apart. Oh and by the way, this "straight outta 300" ass barbarian comes to the ring with a damn shield and sword. A fother mucking shield and sword, people! That shit will be LEGAL to use! Thankfully, the sword's been nerfed, but it's still a weapon. This guy might literally go into this match like he's going to war. He might not even try to wrestle. He'll just be swinging his damn weapons around. Of course, therein lies a weakness. Because his weapons are legal, he's not the only one that can use them. I could pick up one of them and use it to nullify the other. Actually, speaking of weakness, poor Necurat has a huge target on his back, or more accurately, his shoulder. It's a blessing that he survived that crash, and an even bigger blessing that his mom was able to come out of that coma. There's no shit talking that, and I'm glad that they survived and he's able to even compete in the WCF. Sadly, for him at least, it comes at a price. That injured shoulder of his might get wrecked a third time by the end of Sunday night. What's worse is that there's a submission specialist in Jordan Ciserano who's probably chomping at the pit to go after the previously wounded Necurat. You may be strong, Dion, but how long can that shoulder last? How much damage is it gonna take to reduce you to a one-armed slot machine wrestler? Once that shoulder is neutralized, you're a sitting duck. You're not gonna be able to keep up with me with two arms, so how you gonna do it with one? I don't need brute force to beat you, Dion. I already have the tools to dismantle you. I even have two assistants who will inadvertently help me by breaking you down. As the saying goes, the bigger you are, the harder you fall. That means when I Spear you out of your shoes, that's a helluva great chance that you're not getting back up, pup.
CJ folds his arms before moving on.
Phoenix: There once was a man named "Henker", but for the purposes of this story, we'll call him "Massaker". Now Massaker's elevator didn't quite hit the top floor to begin with. That's okay. No one's perfect. He was a decent wrestler. Not one to take lightly, but not a guy who stood a realistic chance against CJ Phoenix. There were three things that he was notorious for doing. The first was talking shit. Losing was the second. Finally, he did quite a bit of that incessant bitching. When the card dropped for Revenge, young Massey wound up being one of the four guys competing for the Alpha title. That's perfectly fine. All was well...until Massaker took his sanity and Hail Mary'd that shit right out of orbit! This is a serious problem, people! I don't know what kind off drugs he's on, but he's surely gone off the deep end. Believe it or not, I was actually looking forward to facing the Baron wasteland. I've seen a few of his matches. I see how he prefers to wrestle. I was drawing up a pretty damn good gameplan against this guy. Then, outta nowhere, Elvis leaves the building. When I first found out about Massaker going from "The Baron" to "The Butcher", I didn't like it. Again, I was preparing for Baron. I don't know shit about this other alter ego or whatever it is, and that's not good. So how does CJ Phoenix go about figuring out who and what is The Butcher? I poke the bear, of course! I rattled the cage to see what was in there. Turns out, there's a psychotic, cannibalistic monster. Nooooooooo bueno! I'm pretty sure he's marked me for death. He's not gonna kill me, but I don't believe that will stop him from trying. He cannot get a hold of ANY weapons in this match, and someone's gonna have to check his blades before he comes out throwing a knife, missing yours truly, and killing some innocent fan in the audience. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that he was already brainwashed by the AoD, I'd say I could help Massaker with his obvious psychological problems. I'm no stranger to having a darker part of me take over. It happened to me a few months back. I had a sadistic alter ego. His name was Progenitus. He ruined many lives and left me to pick up the pieces afterward. You wanna know what happened, Butch? I confronted Him. We had a war so brutal that it took me out of the WCF for a while, but I won. I conquered my psychological demons in order to make myself a better person. Does that mean that I'm no longer able to be sadistic? Absolutely not! I've become a more focused, calm, and methodical version of Progenitus. You, on the other hand, you are going down the same path the wrong way. You may think you want to cause carnage and wreck everything, but wait until it starts taking things away from you. Wait until your bloodlust costs you the Alpha title. Then, you might understand me better, but by then, it'll be too late. You have serious, serious psychological problems, and you shouldn't even be allowed to compete Sunday. I'd say you're better off checking in with Dr. Phil. He's gonna tell you that you have 15 of the 14 characteristics of being a serial killer. The thing is, you might be a killer. You might want to serve my head on a platter to Frostbite and your other cohorts. You can make all the threats you want. This Sunday, you might attack me, make me bleed, or even break something. I wouldn't be surprised if you went on a rampage in our match. You're a formidable, dangerous, and unpredictable psychopath, but one thing you WILL NOT be at Revenge is Alpha champion. I don't care if I have to get carried off on on a stretcher after my win. You're gonna be so focused on causing pain that you'll be blinded by rage. Blinded by bloodlust, and then broken and humbled when, after all of the damage you do to us, you lose focus long enough for me to connect on a Phoenix Splash. You may be the next face of Horror movies, but as long as you have lost your sanity, you have lost any and all hope of defeating me. Not like you had a chance to begin with.
CJ takes out his notebook and whispers what he writes on it. "Contact Dr. Phil. Buy a straight jacket for Massaker.....maybe two." He puts the notebook away and looks back at the screen.
Phoenix: Last, but certainly not least, Jordan Ciserano. For all you gamblers out there, Ciserano's the supposed favorite to win this match. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said I was surprised. He's a hell of a wrestler and a dangerously great technician. Add to the fact that he has a high in-ring IQ, and you have the makings of a future champion. Question is, how far into the future will it be before he becomes champion? I'll admit it, I can definitely see him being champion at some point, as long as he doesn't disappear for about a year or two like he did last time. I was still in college when this guy was on the scene with Caliban. Of course, things didn't work out too well for him, but he reinvented himself. He came back stronger, and like I said, he will be champion. Thing is, he won't be champion Sunday. He may be the smartest and most technically sound of my opponents, but he has weaknesses like everyone else. He can be outplayed, just like everyone else. Most importantly, he can be beaten, just like everyone else. So how do I go about doing that? How does CJ Phoenix gameplan for Jordan Ciserano? Simple, the same way Ciserano is probably planning for Phoenix. Jordan's quite capable of studying the moves of his opponents and using that to figure out how to counter said moves into submission holds and other vicious moves. Well, so am I. If I dove off of the turnbuckle and he rolled out of the way. The moment he tries to grab me, I'll roll him into a small package. If I go for a Spear and he dodges it, I'll just roll off the ground and hit him with something else. I'm gonna keep him off balance, because I know he's gonna try to wear me down so it can be easier for him to lock in a submission maneuver. However, he can't hope to make me tap out if I slip out of every hold he tries to lock in. I'm just too elusive for you, Jordy. On top of that, I'm armed with the weapon I need to beat you. You see, all of those fancy holds and reversals didn't mean shit at the end of your match with Thomas Uriel Bates. All it took was one boot from him and you were out cold. Now, granted that one boot from Bates could knock a fireball out cold, that one big strike outta nowhere was all it took. This Sunday is no different. You may have your Ciserano Super Kick, but it pales in comparison to my Talon Kick. Sure, I may not strike like Bates, but what my finisher lacks in raw power, it surely makes up for in velocity. So you can practice all of the submission moves you want. You can move around the ring like a snake in the grass. You can think you have the upper hand in our match. I want you to truly believe that you're controlling the match. Feel in your heart that you're gonna win that Alpha title! Savor that moment! Enjoy seeing the finish line and having victory within your grasp! Save that emotion in your memories, because in a split second, all of it will be burned to ashes. All it's gonna take is for you to not be at your best for ONE MOMENT for me to capitalize. What you, and everyone else fail to realize is that the Talon Kick isn't just a physical attack. It's an instinctive reaction. You can target my legs to the point where I can barely walk. That won't matter, because in the second that euphoria and adrenaline hit my system at once, I'll hop right up and Talon Kick you so hard, you'll be leaving the match as a human bobble head. I respect your abilities as a technical wrestler, so chances are I'm not locking in the Crux of Fate on you unless I feel it absolutely necessary and that I know for a fact that it'll win me the match. However, you might as well take your Psycho Drivers right out of the playbook. You're not gonna hit a single one of them on me. You don't want this to turn into a counter fight, and you damn sure cant afford for it to become a high flying shootout. Either one works in my favor and you know it. But maybe I don't need to focus all of my efforts on you. Maybe I'll just open up a door for you to target Necurat's shoulder so you can take him out of the match. We could even have a temporary alliance to pick apart the other two competitors in the match. You disarm Dion while I tire out that nut case Massaker. Then, it'll just be you and me. One-on-one. Speed versus Technician. Aerial attack versus Ground and Pound. The Ciserano Super Kick versus the Talon Kick. Even you have to admit it would be one hell of a showdown. A showdown that I'll win, but a showdown nonetheless. I'm looking forward to this, Jordy. I'm looking forward to facing you, and I'm looking forward to beating you.
Phoenix gets his laptop and points it at the window.
Phoenix: You see that. It's a beautiful night tonight. The stars are shining. The machines downstairs are ripe for the picking. The tables are hot. People are gonna start drinking more and talking shit to the machines. Some of them will hit the slots. Some of them will hit big while others may get a little too upset or riled up and get kicked out of the casino. That's usually how it goes in places like this. I'm at peace. I'm relaxed. I'm making the most of these moments because all of this will change when the opening bell rings Sunday. There won't be any time to relax have a drink, get on a table, or hop on a machine. I'm gonna get hit. Maybe even get hurt. At Revenge, not only am I in for the fight of my life, I'll be fighting my life as well. When the match ends, I might need some ice. Scratch that, I'll definitely need some ice. I may need some stitches to help stop the bleeding. Hell, I may even have to get carried out of the arena. Even if that's the case. Even if I have to crawl and drag my body across the finish line. Even if I have to fly back to Baton Rouge with a cast, on crutches, or even on a stretcher, it'll be worth it. It'll be worth it because I WILL leave Revenge Alpha Champion. When I grab that title, it won't just be for me. I'm winning that title for Kaiyah. I'm winning it for my family, and I'm winning it for all of those back at home in Baton Rouge. My victory in this Sunday will serve as a symbol of hope for the people who have lost belief in a better future. It'll be the greatest victory for Louisiana since the Saints won Superbowl 44! My win this Sunday will be a message that says that no matter what we go through, whether Hell or high water, it will NEVER stop Louisiana from housing champions! Just as the Alpha title will be a tangible example of my revenge, I will be the tangible example of successful revenge for my home. That is why I must win and you must lose. That is why I SHALL win and you SHALL lose! Dion Necurat, your power and weaponry won't save you in this match. Massaker, there isn't a damn thing you can pull out of that meat locker that will tear me away from taking home the gold. Jordan Ciserano, no amount of scouting or planning will prepare you for what I'm bringing to Revenge. They say Revenge is a dish best served cold. Not this time. This time, Revenge will be a dish best served as hot as a motivated Phoenix! The next time you see me posting a video to this channel, I WILL have the Alpha Title on my shoulder. See you Sunday.
The camera starts fogging up until visibility is virtually nonexistent. After a few moments, the steam clears out, revealing a silver platter with BBQ ribs and fries on it. The camera zooms out to reveal that the meal belongs to CJ Phoenix. He runs through the food like the US Women's Basketball team ran through the Olympics. After finishing his meal, he grabs the platter and walks to the bathroom with it to rinse it out.
Phoenix: Like I said before, on August 28th, "revenge" will have a new definition. It will be defined as where CJ Phoenix won his first title in the WCF.
Once the plate is clean, the camera focuses on it, showing that it has a series of letters engraved on it. The letters form a message.
"Revenge
Sunday, August 28th
CJ Phoenix=Alpha Champion"
The camera stays focused on the message as it slowly fades to black.
Phoenix: Revenge.
The camera zooms out and pans up enough to show that the wheel is a part of a cart with a covered silver platter. Pushing the cart is a hotel worker who is delivering a room service order. The camera view switches to first person from the eyes of the person pushing the cart. The employee reaches the elevator and steps inside once it opens.
Phoenix: It's defined as an act or instance of retaliating in order to get even.
The elevator ascends from the first floor as the camera pans around the inside of it, signifying someone observing their surroundings before looking at the hidden meal.
Phoenix: It's defined as an opportunity for getting satisfaction.
*Ding*
Wheels meet carpet once more as the elevator lets off its passenger on the 8th floor. Down the hall the cart goes until it stops at room 828.
Phoenix: On August 28th, "revenge" will have a new definition.
The employee knocks on the door and says "room service!". After a few seconds, the door is opened by CJ Phoenix. He receives the platter and tips the employee. Phoenix brings the plate to the counter and removes the cloche. As the camera attempts to reveal what's on the plate, a cloud of steam covers the lens.
Initiating Operation: REVENGE
Mission info: The WCF has produced a new championship title. It's highly unstable and its prestige has not been established. This is a perfect opportunity to make an even bigger name for yourself and separate yourself further from the rest of the pack. It's also a chance to keep the new belt from plummeting into irrelevancy. However, there are three others that are also pursuing what is being call the "Alpha" title. You must not let the belt fall into their hands. SKYBOX has provided you with the tools to create one RP, as it is commonly called. We'll help you prepare for it, but once you're in that ring, you'll have to fight through the opposition on your own to walk away with that title. Good luck. We know you can do it.
Number of Opponents: 3
Dion Necurat
Nickname: The Crimson Liontamer
Height: 6'5
Weight 270
Finisher: Praetorian Driver, Bonds of Glory, Sanctions
Strength: improving competitor, currently training to overcome adversity and losing
Weakness: injured shoulder
Henker von Massaker
Nickname: The Baron
Height: 6'4
Weight: 252
Finisher: The Blackout, The Blitzkrieg
Strength: close combat, violence
Weakness: easy to piss off
Jordan Ciserano
Nickname: N/A
Height: 6'1
Weight: 185
Finisher: Psycho 1-4, The Ciserano Super Kick
Strength: Trained by Caliban, technically sound submission wrestler
Weakness: vulnerable to "split second" offense
Objectives
Primary-
Win at Revenge and become the first ever Alpha Champion
Secondary-
1) "Spearfest!" Hit every opponent with a Spear
2) "Finish them!" Successfully execute at least one Talon Kick and at least one Crux of Fate
3) "Watch me swooce right in!" Win the match after one opponent has hit another with their finisher
4) "You mad, bro?" Troll at least one opponent on the internet boards
Mission starting in 3.....2.....1.....
August 21st
Cleveland, Ohio
Slam has just ended, and the countdown to Revenge has begun. After a hard fought tag team victory against Adam Young and Night Rider, CJ Phoenix is in the catering area standing up. He has already hit the showers post-match, and is comfortably wearing a black shirt with a leopard covering most of the front of it to go along with a pair or grey sweatpants and black and grey shoes. With one hand, he holds his back, which is still sore from the earlier contest. Meanwhile, he uses his other hand to eat some strawberries. Aside from his obvious love of food, Phoenix has decided to wait until after all of the fans have left before he would decide to leave. He doesn't feel like running into a bunch of "Blazing Phoenix" chants from the WCF Galaxy. Moments after staff have confirmed that there are no more fans present, CJ begins making his way out of the arena. What are the odds? Guess who CJ comes across? That's right! WCF's own, Hank Brown, with cameraman in tow. It's like the Brown and the camera guy are attached at the hip or something.
Brown: CJ Phoenix, you and Teddy Blaze picked up another win tonight in your tag team match. How are you feeling right now?
Phoenix: Well Hank, my back hurts. Not just from carrying the team and the other people I get matched up with into great matches, but also from the match I had tonight. I took a powerslam, a top rope saito suplex, saved my partner Teddy Blaze it after he got hit with the Redneck Riveria, and won the match. And that was just the highlights. Gotta give credit to Adam Young and Night Rider. They went down swinging. Both of them are pretty good wrestlers, even if they don't get along too well. Also gotta thank my teammate Teddy Blaze. He's a bit of a jerk, but it didn't stop us from winning.
Brown: Once more, you and Blaze worked together to secure a victory. A lot of fans are starting to call you guys the Blazing Phoenix. Is this a sign of you two working together more often?
Phoenix: No.
He pauses to look at the camera, then at Hank, then at the wall, and finally back at Hank.
Phoenix: Lemme phrase that better. Helllllllllllll no! You see what kind of poor sportsmanship that guy has? I congratulated him, raised his arm up, and even let him in on some of my...MY...spotlight. What do I get for being a team player and encouraging Teddy to Blaze it in that match? I get ignored and mean mugged by that stingy ass, selfish ass, assing ass party pooper. Yes, he's a great athlete. Yes, we gel pretty well in our matches and have each other's backs from bell to bell. However, unless Seth gets blackout drunk playing darts or whatever he does to make the show cards, you and everyone else better savor the sights of Blaze and I working together, because I highly doubt it will happen again.
Brown: Speaking of working together, every match you've been in since you returned at Ultimate Showdown has been a tag team match. Why do you think this has been the case instead of you competing more as an individual?
Phoenix: You know, I've asked myself that a few times earlier today. I believe it's because it's been a win-win for everybody. I get to try out the whole "tag team" thing. I get twice the opponents, so I get to learn twice as much in half the time. It makes everyone involved better because iron sharpens iron. The Galaxy benefits from watching WCF's Workhorse put on yet another great match. The WCF gets higher ratings. I'm not saying that I'm always better at everything than everybody at anytime. What I am saying is that every time I step in a WCF ring, I prove that I'm a guy you can build a roster around. A wrestler that gets the attention of the people whenever his name is mentioned. I know it's only a matter of time before the chains come off and I get unleashed onto the WCF as a singles competitor once more. When that happens, the WCF Galaxy better show up with helmets on, because I will blow their minds.
Brown: Revenge is next Sunday, what kind of match do you think you'll be in?
Phoenix: One that I'll win, of course.
The two share a quick chuckle at the sarcastically toned statement.
Phoenix: But seriously, one that I'll win. I don't go into the ring expecting to lose. How silly would that be?
Brown: Very silly, I'd imagine.
Phoenix: Exactly. Honestly, I don't care what kind of match it is. One-on-one, two-on-two, triple threat, fatal four way, clusterfuck, fustercluck, or anything else of the sort. No matter what match it is, two things will remain the same. CJ Phoenix will put as many dead weights on his back as needed in order to put on a phenomenal show, and CJ Phoenix will outwork anyone and everyone he's in said match against.
Brown: Confident statement there. Congrats once again on your win tonight. I'll leave you to prepare for next week.
Phoenix: Bueno.
Phoenix walks off and hails a cab to his hotel. Upon arrival, he tips the driver and walks into the building. Along the way to his room, he whistles his theme music. The sound of his suitcase rolling on the hotel floor is the only other consistent sound after he exits the elevator. He stops by the ice machine and fills a bag from his suitcase with ice. Then, he goes to his room and places the bag on his back after laying on the bed on his stomach. A deep breath is taken before CJ turns on the TV while getting his phone out. SportsCenter is the first thing that displays on the monitor as Phoenix makes a call to Kaiyah.
*ring*...*ring*...
Kaiyah: Hello?
Phoenix: Hey babe.
Kaiyah: Hey baby. Congrats on your win tonight!
Phoenix: Thanks. I'd be celebrating and dancing the night away, but see the way that my back hurts...the post game celebration's gonna have to wait until tomorrow.
CJ's statement gets treated with a laugh from his lady.
Kaiyah: Geeeee. Ya don't say?
Phoenix: Thaaaannnnnnks for the sarcasm.
Kaiyah: You're welcome.
Phoenix: So get this shit. Seth done revamped the United States title to the Casino card title!
Kaiyah: What? I thought it was called the "Alpha" title.
Phoenix: Well, that's what the birth certificate says on the belt, but as far as what it stands for, casino card. You get it, win with it, and then trade it in for shit. Sounds good to me!
Kaiyah: When do you think it'll be up for grabs?
Phoenix: Most likely this Sunday. Alpino Shineface swapped it for a World title shot at Revenge, so I'm guessing it'll come down to who gets first crack at it. I believe the title would have a new owner before Revenge ends.
Kaiyah: Do you think you'll be one of those to get first crack at it?
Phoenix: I'd like to think so. You know. Workhorse and whatnot. Plus, it would be nice to be like the U.S. Olympians and capture some gold.
Kaiyah: That's true. I guess we'll find out when the card goes up.
Phoenix: Yep. Then I'll see if I get a title match, a fifth straight tag match, or maybe even both.
Kaiyah: All possibilities.
I'm sure you won't mind regardless, Mr. "Hardest working guy in the WCF".
Phoenix: You're right. Unless of course I get fed some jobber in a squash match. I'm sorry, but I can't carry everybody to an awesome match. Sometimes, I just gotta roll with a blowout win.
Kaiyah: Sounds like you want a challenge.
Phoenix: Absolutely! It's a Pay-Per-View. I'm not tryna have a piss break match in a Pay-Per-View. That's what those bottom of the card, "Welcome to the WCF", clusterfuck matches are for. No thanks. Been there, done that, not going back.
She laughs before her exhaustion forces out a yawn.
Kaiyah: I think I'm gonna hit the bed. I'm tired.
These people here can't drive, and I gotta get up at 5 in the morning so I can be on time for this flight.
Phoenix: Hahaha yeah you don't wanna miss a flight, that's for sure. Mess around and end up having to spend the night at the airport and be out of more cash. That's a lose-lose. Can't be having that. So yeah, you do that sleep thing, and I'll do the same. Goodnight. Love you.
Kaiyah: Goodnight. Love you too.
August 23rd
Atlantic City, New Jersey
Even though CJ Phoenix knows that Revenge will be in Newark, the guy loves casinos. Plus, he's that close to one of the hottest casino locations on the planet. Of course the plane that he got on in Columbus landed in Atlantic City. He checks in, grabs his key, and heads to his room. The sunrise catches his attention for a moment as he stares out of the window with a nature-loving smile on his face. After the sun has finished rising, he sits on the bed and takes out his laptop. Once it's on, he uses it to record himself.
Phoenix: Hello, everybody! Fill up your tanks, because we are on the Road to Revenge! Now as you may know, yours truly is in a fatal four way match for the WCF Alpha Championship. That means that either myself, Dion Necurat, "The Baron" Massaker, or Jordan Ciserano will walk out of Revenge the first ever Alpha Champion. I know some of you heard that and went "Phoenix, you idiot, don't you know that "The Shine" Brent Alpine was technically the first ever Alpha Champ?" while you furrowed your eyebrows. Well, to answer your question, Brent Alpine did not WIN that title. He was United States champ. A damn good one, too. It just so happened that when the U.S. Title got converted to the Alpha title, he was in possession of it. Do I believe that he's earned the World Title shot that he has this Sunday? Absolutely! He busted his ass week in and week out in order to defend the U.S. Title. So it's only fair that he gets said World Title shot. This brings me back to my earlier statement that he DID NOT WIN that title. The key word is "WIN". He didn't pin anyone. No one tapped out. Not a single person was thrown over the top rope or buried alive. Zero ladders were used. In fact, zero weapons were used. So yes, while Alpine is the first person to hold that belt, the four people fighting for it Sunday are the first WCF wrestlers to compete for it. Before you ask, no, this isn't me taking shots at Brent. I have nothing against him I'm just simply clarifying things. Congrats, Alpine. Congrats on being the demo guy to show the world how the new title works. Good luck out there in your World Title match. You earned it. Go out there and get your ass kicked, buddy!
He gets up and grabs a bottle of root beer from the fridge. After taking a drink he walks back to the bed with the beverage and resumes speaking.
Phoenix: Another big thing about this title match is where it's taking place. It's a match in a Pay-Per-View called "Revenge". This made me ask myself something. Out of the four of us in this match, who's out for the most revenge? Spoiler alert! It's CJ Phoenix! Why? Why is it CJ Phoenix? I'll tell you why! I'll even break it down. Let's start with Jordan Ciserano. What kind of vengeance does he seek? It might be because he's already tried to make a run in the WCF, but it didn't end well. Now, he's back and he's out for blood. So he left and came back. Been there, done that. Let's try again. I know! It's Brent Alpine! Guess I'm not done mentioning him after all. See what had happened was, a couple weeks back, Alpaca did some shady shit and attacked Jordan. Shame shame shamity shame, right? It would be, had it not been for the fact that the very next week, Ciserano got his revenge. Hear that? Jordan's ALREADY GOTTEN his revenge. That little something extra that comes from facing a rival isn't there anymore. The closest thing he has to trying to get some retribution would be if he were to win Sunday, hold the title for three months, cash it in, and beat Brent Alpine for the World Title.
He pauses for a moment and motions like he's in deep thought. Then, he snaps out of it.
Phoenix: Yeah. I know. Too many things have to happen for that to even come close to reasonably possible. It's about as likely as Lillith swearing off cookies forever. I'm sorry, but it just isn't gonna happen for you Sunday, Ciserano. And even if by some fluke it did, it wouldn't even be getting vengeance anymore. It would just be adding insult to injury. So Jordan Ciserano doesn't have the most to gain from this.
Another brief stoppage happens as CJ takes another sip of the root beer.
Phoenix: How about that Henker von Massaker, eh? What's driving him to this match? Who's his beef with? Is it Jordan Ciserano? Nooooooope. Dion Necurat? Noooooooooope. CJ Phoenix? Hahaha maybe later, but ultimately, nope. Give up? The correct answer is...Teddy Blaze! These guys have been in a bit of a kerfuffle the last few weeks. I have nothing against that. Blaziken's a good wrestler. Massaker's a good wrestler. Best of all, they're both insane! It makes for a great rivalry, a great revenge story, and a great match that is NOT happening this Sunday. Sooooooooo Baron gets scratched off the list. That leaves one opponent: Dion Necurat. Who does he need revenge against? Ummmmmm...Jason O'Neil? Whoever wrecked his shoulder? Common sense? Not gonna lie, this one's a tossup. However, one thing's for sure, he doesn't want, or need a win this Sunday bad enough.
Phoenix takes a break to finish his drink. Once the bottle's empty, he tosses it into the trash can. Then, he looks outside, takes in the view of the sky, and then turns toward the laptop's camera.
Phoenix: Guess that leaves the only right answer: one Chase Jackson. Otherwise known as CJ Phoenix. What on Earth could I possibly be seeking revenge against? Think about it. I've already answered that question before I even asked it. In case you don't remember, let me sum it up for you. I'm in a rivalry with everyone. EVERYONE! Especially those that are unfortunate enough to be on the opposite side of the "vs" sign in a match with me. I'm in a rivalry with myself for even having to wait seven months for a title win when I know good and damn well I should've been holding gold months ago! As much as it hurts to have been in this gold drought, all it has done is help me build a better foundation. For the past few weeks, I've stated over and over again that I'm the workhorse of this company and I get back up every time I get back down. The thing is, for the past seven months, I've been competing in handicap matches. I don't mean handicap matches on the WCF match cards. I mean three-on-one matches against my opponents, my life, and myself. I still have those matches, and this Sunday will be no different. There have been times where I have lost battles to win wars and times where I have won battles but lost wars. Sometimes I lose the battle and the war. Sometimes I sweep the board and win it all. I'm not perfect. I'm not unbeatable. I have been defeated. In the ring, in life, and in my own mind. I've been sadistic, erratic, and stopped short of the goal line many times. Sometimes, I stare in the mirror at the scars I've obtained throughout my tenure in the WCF. Some are bruises from matches. Others are scars from my life outside of the company. The rest are the thoughts, memories, and nightmares that haunt my mental state. For seven long months, those three things have been the bane of my existence. They've torn me apart. Driven me to places that caused me to hurt people, both physically and mentally. Stained my mind with thoughts that would make Satan sleep with one eye open. I've been a broken man for days, weeks, months, and even years throughout my life. I used to think that the mistakes I made and the losses I've taken made me weak. I used to hate myself for my past failures and then doubt myself afterwards. It was just one heartbreak after another, until something happened. Something changed. I realized that the reason I'm carrying a mountain on my back while climbing up a mountain is because I'm the ONLY ONE that can do it! It was a reminder that the WCF, life, and even mentally staying tough is a marathon, not a sprint. Every time I fail, another doubt is born. However, every time a doubt is born, it just ends up being another obstacle for me to get through. That's why this match means so much to me. That's the revenge I'm seeking. Retribution against those who have tried their hardest to stop me from ever winning a title in the WCF. Vengeance against the naysayers, both in and outside the ring, that tell me that I will NEVER hold WCF gold and that I CAN'T win the big matches. I seek revenge against the voices, thoughts, and memories that plague my mind and try to weigh me down. Revenge is MY Pay-Per-View, and that Alpha Title will be MINE! Maybe to all of the other guys in this match, as well as the people in the back who haven't nabbed a title yet, The Alpha Title's just a pit stop on the way to a different title. All that does is devalue the belt. I get it, the concept is essentially to hold it like a casino card and build enough time with it to trade it in, but that's not what I see it as. I see it as a necessity. I see it as not just a chance to build my own legacy, but also as a chance to take this company to new heights. When, and I do mean WHEN, I win that title, I will guard it like a safe guarding money. I will protect it like a mother protects her newborn. I will fight tooth and nail until the Alpha championship is seen as a title worth laying it all on the line for each and every week! Alphas are leaders, which means they lead by example. When I claim that belt, I want to be an inspiration to the future guys. You know, the younger cats on the roster, as well as any other young, hungry talents that sign WCF contracts. I want them to chase the Alpha title and say "I want to have an Alpha title run like CJ Phoenix. I want to go the distance with the belt like he did." the whole time they pursue that gold. Every generation of athletes, whether it be the WCF, NFL, NBA, NHL, or even the Olympics, has its share of trailblazers. Athletes that leave a legacy and a lasting impression on the sport that they play. My goal isn't to be the best the WCF has ever had. My goal is to be the best version of myself, and if that lands me in the convos about elite wrestlers down the line, then that's fine. If it doesn't, I'm okay with that. No matter what happens, I want to be looked back upon as someone who fought through the adversity and set an example as a sign of hope for those who don't shoot up to the top the moment, but still do all they can to try to show up and leave it all in the ring each and every show. Winning this Sunday will mean that I'll have a championship as a symbol of my revenge being successful. Holding that title would mean that seven long months of skyrocket highs and soul crushing lows will finally pay off. All the training. All the workouts. All the scouting, research, and gameplanning. All of it will be worth it when I walk out of Revenge as the Alpha Champion.
Phoenix takes a moment to let what he has said marinate before deciding to close out the video.
Phoenix: That's all I have to say for now, but it's not all I have to say about this match. I'll be back in a few days for the second half of my Road to Revenge video. Have a great day, and God bless!
August 24th
Now you know it wouldn't be CJ Phoenix in Atlantic City without him going to a casino. The greatest antihero Townsville's ever had makes his way down to the casino floor in order to take a break from his gameplanning so that he won't overdo it. As he looked around, he saw some people at a craps table yelling excitedly. Guess that means they won something. The tables had their usual balance between quiet thinkers and drunken comedians. His intention was to play some slots, and while he was searching for one that would draw his interest, he saw a pissed off guy cursing out one of the machines like it was gonna argue back or some shit. Apparently, him losing was the equivalent of the machine challenging him to a boxing match to him, because he stood up, yelled out "You mother fucker!" and started attack the machine! Seriously! What the hell!? Anyways, Phoenix laughs to himself and finds a machine that catches his eye. He goes back and forth with the machine, but comes out with a little less than he started with before he made his way to another machine. From one slot to the next he would go. Some he would win on, some would be less successful. Overall, he was losing a little bit at a time, but it was adding up. He had lost $100 at this point, but he wasn't giving up. He kept trying until he made it to a Quick Hit machine. Before he started playing, a fight broke out nearby, and boy was it a good one. It looked like something fresh out of the NHL. Actually, let me clarify something. It wasn't a good one because it was an even matchup. What made it great was the fact that what spawned it was some jerk trash talking somebody because they won on the machine that the asshole had just gotten off of. The guy tried to say cool and just ignore him. Didn't work. He tried explaining that shit like that happens all the time, which it does, but that just made the douche angrier. In fact, it pissed him off enough to start pushing the guy. Still, dude tried to keep his cool and was like forget it. Unfortunately the jerk started talking shit about his family, and he even went as far as swinging at him. One hit. That's all he got in. That calm ass dude got up and beat the ignorance outta him, and if he didn't, he sure gave it a helluva try! Eventually, security broke up the fight, and things went back to normal. Again, another great moment of violence, but it would not be enough to stop Phoenix from pursuing a win on the machines. He looked back at the machine he was on and began playing it. It started off about average for him, wins offsetting losses and vice-versa. However, his resiliency finally paid off as he won five grand ten minutes after sitting at the slot machine. Finally, after all of the back and forth, the losing, and the distractions by other violence going on, Phoenix finally got the big win. As soon as they finished paying him, he hauled ass back to his room. Could this be a sign of thing to come in a few days time?
Mission Update-"The Baron" has become "The Grim Butcher". Warning: This makes him EXTREMELY dangerous as we have no intel on this "Grim Butcher". Find out what you can however you can. Be careful out there, if you weren't already in for a brawl, you're certainly in for a slugfest now.
August 26th
Three days have passed since CJ recorded and posted his video to YouTube. Since then, he has studied recent matches involving the participants in the fatal four way match, including himself. He looks for patterns in movements and takes notes on his notebook. Additionally, he takes some time out to cast out a lure via internet trolling to see what he can get out of his opponents. As the sun sets on this beautiful Friday, Phoenix calls upon his laptop once more and does the whole self-recording thingy that people do.
Phoenix: Hello everybody, and welcome to Road to Revenge Part 2. I'm CJ Phoenix, and if you haven't seen part one of this video, I suggest you go back and watch it.
He gives a quick pause so that anyone watching that wants to see part one can safely switch to it without any spoilers.
Phoenix: Alright. If you're still here, you're in for the ride now. Spoiler alert. CJ Phoenix wins the Alpha title! GGs everybody. See ya next time.....okay, there's more to it. Waaayyyyyyy more to it. For starters, I've mentioned my three opponents, Jordan Ciserano, Henker von Massaker, and Dion Necurat, a few times in my last video. This time, I'm going to give you some insight on them and tell you why they will not defeat me and why I will be the one to walk away with the title.
The sun finishes setting as he decides what order he shall speak of his opponents in.
Phoenix: Okay. I have decided to go in reverse order from the last video. That means I'm starting with mister fresh meat himself, "The pup", as he referred to himself as recently, Dion Necurat! This guy has "feel good story" written all over him. He's got wrestling in his bloodline. He's overcome a fucked up shoulder to compete in the WCF. Yeah, it was a bit of a rocky start for the kid, but he's on a roll now. He has won his last two matches. And on top of all of that, he theoretically, and statistically, has a one in four shot of pulling off one of the biggest upsets in quite some time. Dion's the underdog in this match for sure, and I know what it's like to start slow and then suddenly catch fire. I've been there before. Lucky for him, he doesn't have to deal with the same struggles that I do. Unfortunately for Necurat, I'm one of his opponents. This doesn't mean that he's just gonna be a punching bag all match, nor do I see him as one heading into it. The guy's massive, people. At 270lbs, Dion Necurat is the heaviest guy in the match. Best believe that he's going to use that power to his advantage because it would be foolish of him not to. Considering he outweighs me by over 5 dozen pounds, I have absolutely no intentions on letting it be a power struggle between him and myself. When Dion connects on a strike, he hits hard. I know he's going to land a few moves on me, and they will hurt. I'm just gonna have to roll with the punches. Now one move that I will be trying my hardest to avoid is the Praetorian Driver. I saw him use that move earlier this month, and it is nasty. I'm talking Randy Moss nasty. If he's gonna hit that driver, he's gonna have to pick a different target, because if I even feel like he's setting up for it, I'm getting the hell out. There's no need for me to take that kind of move when I can let someone else take it and then capitalize on it. If it were one on one, the I would just have to beat him before he got the chance to use it. However, since it's a fatal four way, that gives him two other potential targets. I might just let him hit it on someone else just to weaken them further so I can swooce right in for the kill and win. It's strategy. At some point, he and I will mix it up during the match. I'm gonna outrun him and chip away at him. I don't mind playing defense, especially if it's to tire my opponent out. Eventually, Dion will get tired of swinging and missing me. Then, he'll just get tired. Once he's tired and off balance, I pick him apart. Oh and by the way, this "straight outta 300" ass barbarian comes to the ring with a damn shield and sword. A fother mucking shield and sword, people! That shit will be LEGAL to use! Thankfully, the sword's been nerfed, but it's still a weapon. This guy might literally go into this match like he's going to war. He might not even try to wrestle. He'll just be swinging his damn weapons around. Of course, therein lies a weakness. Because his weapons are legal, he's not the only one that can use them. I could pick up one of them and use it to nullify the other. Actually, speaking of weakness, poor Necurat has a huge target on his back, or more accurately, his shoulder. It's a blessing that he survived that crash, and an even bigger blessing that his mom was able to come out of that coma. There's no shit talking that, and I'm glad that they survived and he's able to even compete in the WCF. Sadly, for him at least, it comes at a price. That injured shoulder of his might get wrecked a third time by the end of Sunday night. What's worse is that there's a submission specialist in Jordan Ciserano who's probably chomping at the pit to go after the previously wounded Necurat. You may be strong, Dion, but how long can that shoulder last? How much damage is it gonna take to reduce you to a one-armed slot machine wrestler? Once that shoulder is neutralized, you're a sitting duck. You're not gonna be able to keep up with me with two arms, so how you gonna do it with one? I don't need brute force to beat you, Dion. I already have the tools to dismantle you. I even have two assistants who will inadvertently help me by breaking you down. As the saying goes, the bigger you are, the harder you fall. That means when I Spear you out of your shoes, that's a helluva great chance that you're not getting back up, pup.
CJ folds his arms before moving on.
Phoenix: There once was a man named "Henker", but for the purposes of this story, we'll call him "Massaker". Now Massaker's elevator didn't quite hit the top floor to begin with. That's okay. No one's perfect. He was a decent wrestler. Not one to take lightly, but not a guy who stood a realistic chance against CJ Phoenix. There were three things that he was notorious for doing. The first was talking shit. Losing was the second. Finally, he did quite a bit of that incessant bitching. When the card dropped for Revenge, young Massey wound up being one of the four guys competing for the Alpha title. That's perfectly fine. All was well...until Massaker took his sanity and Hail Mary'd that shit right out of orbit! This is a serious problem, people! I don't know what kind off drugs he's on, but he's surely gone off the deep end. Believe it or not, I was actually looking forward to facing the Baron wasteland. I've seen a few of his matches. I see how he prefers to wrestle. I was drawing up a pretty damn good gameplan against this guy. Then, outta nowhere, Elvis leaves the building. When I first found out about Massaker going from "The Baron" to "The Butcher", I didn't like it. Again, I was preparing for Baron. I don't know shit about this other alter ego or whatever it is, and that's not good. So how does CJ Phoenix go about figuring out who and what is The Butcher? I poke the bear, of course! I rattled the cage to see what was in there. Turns out, there's a psychotic, cannibalistic monster. Nooooooooo bueno! I'm pretty sure he's marked me for death. He's not gonna kill me, but I don't believe that will stop him from trying. He cannot get a hold of ANY weapons in this match, and someone's gonna have to check his blades before he comes out throwing a knife, missing yours truly, and killing some innocent fan in the audience. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that he was already brainwashed by the AoD, I'd say I could help Massaker with his obvious psychological problems. I'm no stranger to having a darker part of me take over. It happened to me a few months back. I had a sadistic alter ego. His name was Progenitus. He ruined many lives and left me to pick up the pieces afterward. You wanna know what happened, Butch? I confronted Him. We had a war so brutal that it took me out of the WCF for a while, but I won. I conquered my psychological demons in order to make myself a better person. Does that mean that I'm no longer able to be sadistic? Absolutely not! I've become a more focused, calm, and methodical version of Progenitus. You, on the other hand, you are going down the same path the wrong way. You may think you want to cause carnage and wreck everything, but wait until it starts taking things away from you. Wait until your bloodlust costs you the Alpha title. Then, you might understand me better, but by then, it'll be too late. You have serious, serious psychological problems, and you shouldn't even be allowed to compete Sunday. I'd say you're better off checking in with Dr. Phil. He's gonna tell you that you have 15 of the 14 characteristics of being a serial killer. The thing is, you might be a killer. You might want to serve my head on a platter to Frostbite and your other cohorts. You can make all the threats you want. This Sunday, you might attack me, make me bleed, or even break something. I wouldn't be surprised if you went on a rampage in our match. You're a formidable, dangerous, and unpredictable psychopath, but one thing you WILL NOT be at Revenge is Alpha champion. I don't care if I have to get carried off on on a stretcher after my win. You're gonna be so focused on causing pain that you'll be blinded by rage. Blinded by bloodlust, and then broken and humbled when, after all of the damage you do to us, you lose focus long enough for me to connect on a Phoenix Splash. You may be the next face of Horror movies, but as long as you have lost your sanity, you have lost any and all hope of defeating me. Not like you had a chance to begin with.
CJ takes out his notebook and whispers what he writes on it. "Contact Dr. Phil. Buy a straight jacket for Massaker.....maybe two." He puts the notebook away and looks back at the screen.
Phoenix: Last, but certainly not least, Jordan Ciserano. For all you gamblers out there, Ciserano's the supposed favorite to win this match. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said I was surprised. He's a hell of a wrestler and a dangerously great technician. Add to the fact that he has a high in-ring IQ, and you have the makings of a future champion. Question is, how far into the future will it be before he becomes champion? I'll admit it, I can definitely see him being champion at some point, as long as he doesn't disappear for about a year or two like he did last time. I was still in college when this guy was on the scene with Caliban. Of course, things didn't work out too well for him, but he reinvented himself. He came back stronger, and like I said, he will be champion. Thing is, he won't be champion Sunday. He may be the smartest and most technically sound of my opponents, but he has weaknesses like everyone else. He can be outplayed, just like everyone else. Most importantly, he can be beaten, just like everyone else. So how do I go about doing that? How does CJ Phoenix gameplan for Jordan Ciserano? Simple, the same way Ciserano is probably planning for Phoenix. Jordan's quite capable of studying the moves of his opponents and using that to figure out how to counter said moves into submission holds and other vicious moves. Well, so am I. If I dove off of the turnbuckle and he rolled out of the way. The moment he tries to grab me, I'll roll him into a small package. If I go for a Spear and he dodges it, I'll just roll off the ground and hit him with something else. I'm gonna keep him off balance, because I know he's gonna try to wear me down so it can be easier for him to lock in a submission maneuver. However, he can't hope to make me tap out if I slip out of every hold he tries to lock in. I'm just too elusive for you, Jordy. On top of that, I'm armed with the weapon I need to beat you. You see, all of those fancy holds and reversals didn't mean shit at the end of your match with Thomas Uriel Bates. All it took was one boot from him and you were out cold. Now, granted that one boot from Bates could knock a fireball out cold, that one big strike outta nowhere was all it took. This Sunday is no different. You may have your Ciserano Super Kick, but it pales in comparison to my Talon Kick. Sure, I may not strike like Bates, but what my finisher lacks in raw power, it surely makes up for in velocity. So you can practice all of the submission moves you want. You can move around the ring like a snake in the grass. You can think you have the upper hand in our match. I want you to truly believe that you're controlling the match. Feel in your heart that you're gonna win that Alpha title! Savor that moment! Enjoy seeing the finish line and having victory within your grasp! Save that emotion in your memories, because in a split second, all of it will be burned to ashes. All it's gonna take is for you to not be at your best for ONE MOMENT for me to capitalize. What you, and everyone else fail to realize is that the Talon Kick isn't just a physical attack. It's an instinctive reaction. You can target my legs to the point where I can barely walk. That won't matter, because in the second that euphoria and adrenaline hit my system at once, I'll hop right up and Talon Kick you so hard, you'll be leaving the match as a human bobble head. I respect your abilities as a technical wrestler, so chances are I'm not locking in the Crux of Fate on you unless I feel it absolutely necessary and that I know for a fact that it'll win me the match. However, you might as well take your Psycho Drivers right out of the playbook. You're not gonna hit a single one of them on me. You don't want this to turn into a counter fight, and you damn sure cant afford for it to become a high flying shootout. Either one works in my favor and you know it. But maybe I don't need to focus all of my efforts on you. Maybe I'll just open up a door for you to target Necurat's shoulder so you can take him out of the match. We could even have a temporary alliance to pick apart the other two competitors in the match. You disarm Dion while I tire out that nut case Massaker. Then, it'll just be you and me. One-on-one. Speed versus Technician. Aerial attack versus Ground and Pound. The Ciserano Super Kick versus the Talon Kick. Even you have to admit it would be one hell of a showdown. A showdown that I'll win, but a showdown nonetheless. I'm looking forward to this, Jordy. I'm looking forward to facing you, and I'm looking forward to beating you.
Phoenix gets his laptop and points it at the window.
Phoenix: You see that. It's a beautiful night tonight. The stars are shining. The machines downstairs are ripe for the picking. The tables are hot. People are gonna start drinking more and talking shit to the machines. Some of them will hit the slots. Some of them will hit big while others may get a little too upset or riled up and get kicked out of the casino. That's usually how it goes in places like this. I'm at peace. I'm relaxed. I'm making the most of these moments because all of this will change when the opening bell rings Sunday. There won't be any time to relax have a drink, get on a table, or hop on a machine. I'm gonna get hit. Maybe even get hurt. At Revenge, not only am I in for the fight of my life, I'll be fighting my life as well. When the match ends, I might need some ice. Scratch that, I'll definitely need some ice. I may need some stitches to help stop the bleeding. Hell, I may even have to get carried out of the arena. Even if that's the case. Even if I have to crawl and drag my body across the finish line. Even if I have to fly back to Baton Rouge with a cast, on crutches, or even on a stretcher, it'll be worth it. It'll be worth it because I WILL leave Revenge Alpha Champion. When I grab that title, it won't just be for me. I'm winning that title for Kaiyah. I'm winning it for my family, and I'm winning it for all of those back at home in Baton Rouge. My victory in this Sunday will serve as a symbol of hope for the people who have lost belief in a better future. It'll be the greatest victory for Louisiana since the Saints won Superbowl 44! My win this Sunday will be a message that says that no matter what we go through, whether Hell or high water, it will NEVER stop Louisiana from housing champions! Just as the Alpha title will be a tangible example of my revenge, I will be the tangible example of successful revenge for my home. That is why I must win and you must lose. That is why I SHALL win and you SHALL lose! Dion Necurat, your power and weaponry won't save you in this match. Massaker, there isn't a damn thing you can pull out of that meat locker that will tear me away from taking home the gold. Jordan Ciserano, no amount of scouting or planning will prepare you for what I'm bringing to Revenge. They say Revenge is a dish best served cold. Not this time. This time, Revenge will be a dish best served as hot as a motivated Phoenix! The next time you see me posting a video to this channel, I WILL have the Alpha Title on my shoulder. See you Sunday.
The camera starts fogging up until visibility is virtually nonexistent. After a few moments, the steam clears out, revealing a silver platter with BBQ ribs and fries on it. The camera zooms out to reveal that the meal belongs to CJ Phoenix. He runs through the food like the US Women's Basketball team ran through the Olympics. After finishing his meal, he grabs the platter and walks to the bathroom with it to rinse it out.
Phoenix: Like I said before, on August 28th, "revenge" will have a new definition. It will be defined as where CJ Phoenix won his first title in the WCF.
Once the plate is clean, the camera focuses on it, showing that it has a series of letters engraved on it. The letters form a message.
"Revenge
Sunday, August 28th
CJ Phoenix=Alpha Champion"
The camera stays focused on the message as it slowly fades to black.
