Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 1:14:55 GMT -5
Day 1: Back in the United States.
El Paso, Texas.
Very late.
Returned after almost a year working down in Mexico. While undercover as masked tenicio wrestler El Hombre Bionico, much work was done infiltrating many cartels and other underworld players. So much for my wrestling career being over, I guess. Well, it is for now. Just got to figure out a plan for the future.
The work was great. Everyone loves the good guys in the ring, even the underworld figures and the President of Mexico's children do. I believe that I will always treasure my time in Mexico more so than I have anywhere else in my career, as both an agent and as a professional wrestler. I hope I can find some work back here in the States that doesn't have me surrounded by so many hired thugs, hitmen, and pushers. So professional wrestling, it is.
Once I got back to the house, I checked my messages, which were rather plentiful. It seems that I am now the father of yet another daughter. Glad I have such a large collection of shotguns and ammo, and other tracking skills useful for hunting a piece of shit down who hurts my daughters. I just wish I had known before I left for Mexico. Especially considering this message was entered back in late October.
There was also a lot of crap about bills and other piddly bullshit you don't want to hear about, before I got to a few back in April and May, when I kept getting calls from Bates. Then there was a drunken call from Seth, in which I couldn't understand a fucking thing that drunken lush was talking about. Then lots of dead air from there. At least until a few days ago.
Seth called, asking about potentially showing up for War this year, where he has a few ideas about bringing me back from the dead. Ugh, doesn't Zombie McMorris have this gimmick already? But War, that was a completely different animal. A few years ago, I put some asses on the ground in that match and practically made a name for myself starting with that match. Of course, my last showing was less than what I was hoping for, but the writing was on the wall. It was time for me to go.
With different people arriving and targeting us specifically, injuries and illnesses mounting, and my own failures during that time on top of all that, I needed to walk away before something REALLY STUPID happened. But from what I gathered from the message in May, well that REALLY STUPID event must've happened. I'm just glad I wasn't at the center of it. Though if I was around in any capacity, SOMEONE would still try to pull me in, somehow. Even if I was just minding my own fucking business.
Either way, before I would commit to any of it, I would have to check out the facts on what has transpired since my departure from the WCF. Perhaps Colonel Steele may have some insight, which was one of my last messages, where he urges me to visit him in Fort Meade. I doubt my brother would know anything, since he's still deployed to Afghanistan. I do NOT want to talk to Vinny, and Lazlo is just as much in the dark about what has happened in the WCF.
Either way, I'll have plenty of time to read en route to D.C. before I go visit my old friend in Fort Meade. Should be interesting to see what had become of WCF during my time away.
So a lot of crazy shit went down while I was gone. And nothing could have prepared me for what went down...
When I departed, Jay Omega had won the World Title in my less than best War appearance. He shortly thereafter was killed, though he reappeared once again months later, only to disappear again. Wow!
Then there was this #BeachKrew or some other group that literally took over the WCF for some time. Yeah, and here we were, all ready to jump down the Dark Riders Gang just for existing, yet this group takes over and nobody bats an eye. I call bullshit. Then they started to fall apart, it seems, before shit REALLY hit the fan during that time I kept getting calls.
Come to find out, they were calls to enter Trios once again. Bates had Gemini for a partner, and wanted to get the old band back together. It was too bad that I didn't know, because I would've come, just for a crack at the mouth of Joey Fuccin' Flash and those retards from #BeachKrew. Mikey eXtreme instead filled in, and the magic was just not there, as those goons pretty much wiped the floor with my old compatriots from the DRG. And now it has become a "what if" moment in life.
Later on, some coup was staged, Seth went ballistic and fired everyone from the WCF live on television in Mexico. I must've been in Cabo, because that was about the only time I had where it was all about R&R. Let's just say the beach huts are fantastic, other than the lack of Wi-Fi or cable television. But the company was more than pleasant, and I spent more time with that than I did the wrestling news at the time.
But that drunk bumbling message Seth left me with made more sense now that I had the dates and times put together. Since then, it seems that the WCF is doing fine. Hell, maybe even better than when I left the organization. With certain people absent from the current roster of the WCF, it seems that the organization is a much more harmonious and balanced place. At least from the surface, anyways.
I say that, because the last two holders of the World Title were former members of the DRG, with Bates now the incumbent champion. Prior to that, Gemini Battle was the World Champion. Again, a "what if" moment comes. What if I had stuck around, rode the storm out? Would there have even been a takeover of the WCF by #BeachKrew? Would Logan have come back and wreaked so much havoc just by being a presence in the WCF again if I had stayed? Would I have won the World Title?
In hindsight, I did want to talk to some people before I made my decision to return to the WCF. One of whom I've come to Fort Meade to specifically see at the National Security Agency Headquarters. Perhaps the Colonel has been paying attention to what has been going on...
Michael Steele: Gonzo! How was Mexico?
Gonzo: You read the reports, right? Intelligence sharing, and all that noise?
Steele: Yeah, but how are you?
Gonzo: Doing real good.
Steele: Yeah, I heard you took some "you" time in Cabo before coming back. So my question is are you ready to get back to work?
Gonzo: I think I'll pass for a little while. Mexico wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. That Pemex explosion was a mess that nobody has been able to get to the bottom of.
Steele: Oh God... Don't even mention that hurricane of shit around here again. We've got people now patrolling pipelines that aren't even our own damn lines! It's a pain in the ass I really would rather not deal with, but there it is.
Gonzo: I left it in good hands, so no problems from me. I'll not mention that incident again. As for me, the next work I'm considering is the WCF...
Steele: The WCF? Are you kidding me? After how you left? I mean, death was a little extreme, but at least it helped buy you some cover when you left.
Gonzo: Yeah, because dead men make for shitty intelligence agents. Unless everyone just THINKS you're dead.
Steele: Other than that, it seemed that your time with the WCF was up. I mean, you had that title shot, and...
Gonzo: Then I fell off of the edge of the map. But after awhile, even before that match, the WCF wasn't as much fun anymore. Way too many people backstage who were just so...
Steele: Yeah, though the same minority of guys you're talking about? Most of them are gone now. Though there's still a few people you had issues with still around.
Gonzo: Oh well. At least the number of asshats has been whittled down a bit.
Steele: But still, you're dead. Is this one of them soap opera returns? Like that Stefano guy from Days of Our Lives?
Gonzo: I don't know. I just found out about it and wanted to talk to you about it. See if it's a good idea to even get my ass back into the WCF and War.
Steele: Well, the WCF is a different place than it used to be. Can you even fit into this current roster?
Gonzo: Why not? I mean, I made it to World Title Contender. Maybe this time, I go all the way.
Steele: Hmph... Well, I wish you luck in your endeavor to win the World Title again, but you aren't getting any younger or in better shape. Your health doing alright?
Gonzo: Been doing great. Haven't had an event in about a year.
Steele: And you want to go back to the place where you had your last Addisonian episode?
Gonzo: Good point, but you're right about the time running out and being well enough to continue wrestling. Hell, I did quite well in Mexico...
Steele: The difference between where you were in Mexico and the WCF are vastly different. You were in a cream puff league compared to the WCF. And you know it.
Gonzo: Again, climbed to the top once upon a time...
Steele: Again, got knocked the fuck off!
Gonzo: Well, worst case scenario, I go to War, I suck, and I give some guy a good rub on the way out the door, as I relegate myself to becoming a potential War entrant for years to come, but do little in the else of work for the WCF. Best case scenario, I go to War, win the damn thing, and go face Bates, or whoever is holding the World Title at One. And One is where it's all at. Then there's all that middle ground in between.
Steele: Well, worse case scenario is you die in the ring, but career-wise, you pretty much hit the nail on the head. But you still have to worry about your health. I mean, Bates is a big guy! And he could hurt you...
Gonzo: Meanwhile, I read about some kid before he got injured making Bates pass out in the middle of the ring during the WCF Classic. If some 150 pound squirt can do that to Bates, just imagine what I can do to him if prompted to do so.
Steele: Oh, that kid was a tragedy. I hear he may never walk again. Those injuries were that bad.
Gonzo: And he got those injuries in the ring?
Steele: ATV accident. Right before he was supposed to challenge for the World Title, too.
Gonzo: Well, I think I'm going to go talk to Seth. Set this thing up for War.
Steele: You know you could just keep the mask on, rather than do a whole "Back from the Dead" thing.
Gonzo: I think I'll keep that in mind. Not a bad idea. Now, how is my brother doing?
Steele: Hating life as a Lance Coolie in some Scout/Sniper Battalion, I bet....
So not everyone was on board with me coming back to the WCF. Lazlo was, but I think that's more for him. So he can avoid having to think about his impending divorce. Hence why he came to Mexico as an in field asset. Even Rojas, our SO in his twilight mission, thought it was an avenue worth pursuing. Though again, I think it was mostly for him, so he can continue to keep doing something as my in-ring luchador manager. Especially considering that I am going to keep the mask for the time being.
I let Seth know that I'd be happy to enter War as an entrant, and afterwards discuss my future with the company. For all I know, what he offers may not be worth pursuing, but who knows? The Future is funny in that kind of way.
So here I am once again. WCF and the War Match. Hopefully with skill and a little bit of luck, I can get back to the place I once was before.
Maybe.
El Paso, Texas.
Very late.
Returned after almost a year working down in Mexico. While undercover as masked tenicio wrestler El Hombre Bionico, much work was done infiltrating many cartels and other underworld players. So much for my wrestling career being over, I guess. Well, it is for now. Just got to figure out a plan for the future.
The work was great. Everyone loves the good guys in the ring, even the underworld figures and the President of Mexico's children do. I believe that I will always treasure my time in Mexico more so than I have anywhere else in my career, as both an agent and as a professional wrestler. I hope I can find some work back here in the States that doesn't have me surrounded by so many hired thugs, hitmen, and pushers. So professional wrestling, it is.
Once I got back to the house, I checked my messages, which were rather plentiful. It seems that I am now the father of yet another daughter. Glad I have such a large collection of shotguns and ammo, and other tracking skills useful for hunting a piece of shit down who hurts my daughters. I just wish I had known before I left for Mexico. Especially considering this message was entered back in late October.
There was also a lot of crap about bills and other piddly bullshit you don't want to hear about, before I got to a few back in April and May, when I kept getting calls from Bates. Then there was a drunken call from Seth, in which I couldn't understand a fucking thing that drunken lush was talking about. Then lots of dead air from there. At least until a few days ago.
Seth called, asking about potentially showing up for War this year, where he has a few ideas about bringing me back from the dead. Ugh, doesn't Zombie McMorris have this gimmick already? But War, that was a completely different animal. A few years ago, I put some asses on the ground in that match and practically made a name for myself starting with that match. Of course, my last showing was less than what I was hoping for, but the writing was on the wall. It was time for me to go.
With different people arriving and targeting us specifically, injuries and illnesses mounting, and my own failures during that time on top of all that, I needed to walk away before something REALLY STUPID happened. But from what I gathered from the message in May, well that REALLY STUPID event must've happened. I'm just glad I wasn't at the center of it. Though if I was around in any capacity, SOMEONE would still try to pull me in, somehow. Even if I was just minding my own fucking business.
Either way, before I would commit to any of it, I would have to check out the facts on what has transpired since my departure from the WCF. Perhaps Colonel Steele may have some insight, which was one of my last messages, where he urges me to visit him in Fort Meade. I doubt my brother would know anything, since he's still deployed to Afghanistan. I do NOT want to talk to Vinny, and Lazlo is just as much in the dark about what has happened in the WCF.
Either way, I'll have plenty of time to read en route to D.C. before I go visit my old friend in Fort Meade. Should be interesting to see what had become of WCF during my time away.
So a lot of crazy shit went down while I was gone. And nothing could have prepared me for what went down...
When I departed, Jay Omega had won the World Title in my less than best War appearance. He shortly thereafter was killed, though he reappeared once again months later, only to disappear again. Wow!
Then there was this #BeachKrew or some other group that literally took over the WCF for some time. Yeah, and here we were, all ready to jump down the Dark Riders Gang just for existing, yet this group takes over and nobody bats an eye. I call bullshit. Then they started to fall apart, it seems, before shit REALLY hit the fan during that time I kept getting calls.
Come to find out, they were calls to enter Trios once again. Bates had Gemini for a partner, and wanted to get the old band back together. It was too bad that I didn't know, because I would've come, just for a crack at the mouth of Joey Fuccin' Flash and those retards from #BeachKrew. Mikey eXtreme instead filled in, and the magic was just not there, as those goons pretty much wiped the floor with my old compatriots from the DRG. And now it has become a "what if" moment in life.
Later on, some coup was staged, Seth went ballistic and fired everyone from the WCF live on television in Mexico. I must've been in Cabo, because that was about the only time I had where it was all about R&R. Let's just say the beach huts are fantastic, other than the lack of Wi-Fi or cable television. But the company was more than pleasant, and I spent more time with that than I did the wrestling news at the time.
But that drunk bumbling message Seth left me with made more sense now that I had the dates and times put together. Since then, it seems that the WCF is doing fine. Hell, maybe even better than when I left the organization. With certain people absent from the current roster of the WCF, it seems that the organization is a much more harmonious and balanced place. At least from the surface, anyways.
I say that, because the last two holders of the World Title were former members of the DRG, with Bates now the incumbent champion. Prior to that, Gemini Battle was the World Champion. Again, a "what if" moment comes. What if I had stuck around, rode the storm out? Would there have even been a takeover of the WCF by #BeachKrew? Would Logan have come back and wreaked so much havoc just by being a presence in the WCF again if I had stayed? Would I have won the World Title?
In hindsight, I did want to talk to some people before I made my decision to return to the WCF. One of whom I've come to Fort Meade to specifically see at the National Security Agency Headquarters. Perhaps the Colonel has been paying attention to what has been going on...
Michael Steele: Gonzo! How was Mexico?
Gonzo: You read the reports, right? Intelligence sharing, and all that noise?
Steele: Yeah, but how are you?
Gonzo: Doing real good.
Steele: Yeah, I heard you took some "you" time in Cabo before coming back. So my question is are you ready to get back to work?
Gonzo: I think I'll pass for a little while. Mexico wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. That Pemex explosion was a mess that nobody has been able to get to the bottom of.
Steele: Oh God... Don't even mention that hurricane of shit around here again. We've got people now patrolling pipelines that aren't even our own damn lines! It's a pain in the ass I really would rather not deal with, but there it is.
Gonzo: I left it in good hands, so no problems from me. I'll not mention that incident again. As for me, the next work I'm considering is the WCF...
Steele: The WCF? Are you kidding me? After how you left? I mean, death was a little extreme, but at least it helped buy you some cover when you left.
Gonzo: Yeah, because dead men make for shitty intelligence agents. Unless everyone just THINKS you're dead.
Steele: Other than that, it seemed that your time with the WCF was up. I mean, you had that title shot, and...
Gonzo: Then I fell off of the edge of the map. But after awhile, even before that match, the WCF wasn't as much fun anymore. Way too many people backstage who were just so...
Steele: Yeah, though the same minority of guys you're talking about? Most of them are gone now. Though there's still a few people you had issues with still around.
Gonzo: Oh well. At least the number of asshats has been whittled down a bit.
Steele: But still, you're dead. Is this one of them soap opera returns? Like that Stefano guy from Days of Our Lives?
Gonzo: I don't know. I just found out about it and wanted to talk to you about it. See if it's a good idea to even get my ass back into the WCF and War.
Steele: Well, the WCF is a different place than it used to be. Can you even fit into this current roster?
Gonzo: Why not? I mean, I made it to World Title Contender. Maybe this time, I go all the way.
Steele: Hmph... Well, I wish you luck in your endeavor to win the World Title again, but you aren't getting any younger or in better shape. Your health doing alright?
Gonzo: Been doing great. Haven't had an event in about a year.
Steele: And you want to go back to the place where you had your last Addisonian episode?
Gonzo: Good point, but you're right about the time running out and being well enough to continue wrestling. Hell, I did quite well in Mexico...
Steele: The difference between where you were in Mexico and the WCF are vastly different. You were in a cream puff league compared to the WCF. And you know it.
Gonzo: Again, climbed to the top once upon a time...
Steele: Again, got knocked the fuck off!
Gonzo: Well, worst case scenario, I go to War, I suck, and I give some guy a good rub on the way out the door, as I relegate myself to becoming a potential War entrant for years to come, but do little in the else of work for the WCF. Best case scenario, I go to War, win the damn thing, and go face Bates, or whoever is holding the World Title at One. And One is where it's all at. Then there's all that middle ground in between.
Steele: Well, worse case scenario is you die in the ring, but career-wise, you pretty much hit the nail on the head. But you still have to worry about your health. I mean, Bates is a big guy! And he could hurt you...
Gonzo: Meanwhile, I read about some kid before he got injured making Bates pass out in the middle of the ring during the WCF Classic. If some 150 pound squirt can do that to Bates, just imagine what I can do to him if prompted to do so.
Steele: Oh, that kid was a tragedy. I hear he may never walk again. Those injuries were that bad.
Gonzo: And he got those injuries in the ring?
Steele: ATV accident. Right before he was supposed to challenge for the World Title, too.
Gonzo: Well, I think I'm going to go talk to Seth. Set this thing up for War.
Steele: You know you could just keep the mask on, rather than do a whole "Back from the Dead" thing.
Gonzo: I think I'll keep that in mind. Not a bad idea. Now, how is my brother doing?
Steele: Hating life as a Lance Coolie in some Scout/Sniper Battalion, I bet....
So not everyone was on board with me coming back to the WCF. Lazlo was, but I think that's more for him. So he can avoid having to think about his impending divorce. Hence why he came to Mexico as an in field asset. Even Rojas, our SO in his twilight mission, thought it was an avenue worth pursuing. Though again, I think it was mostly for him, so he can continue to keep doing something as my in-ring luchador manager. Especially considering that I am going to keep the mask for the time being.
I let Seth know that I'd be happy to enter War as an entrant, and afterwards discuss my future with the company. For all I know, what he offers may not be worth pursuing, but who knows? The Future is funny in that kind of way.
So here I am once again. WCF and the War Match. Hopefully with skill and a little bit of luck, I can get back to the place I once was before.
Maybe.
