Post by FPV on Oct 30, 2016 16:19:04 GMT -5
FPV Promo # 6 - Heart
My chest was still hurting, even two days after Slam. The sons of bitches in The Brotherhood actually pulled off a legit blindside, I had to give them that. Having them bring back Lester Parish to challenge for my TV Title before I go up to face Bishop for the People's Title was a genius move, cause who saw it coming? No one, least of all me. In that regard, last week was a big success for the group I've combating the past month. And if I'll have anything to say about it on Sunday, it's gonna be their only success for a long, long time.
All bravado aside though, the chest pains from that Heart Punch still lingered, and it was determined I'd have to see a doctor to make sure I wouldn't have to be the second champion pulled from the Helloween card. I've known Dr. Joe for a few years now, he'd been the one to see my previous WCF injuries, and walking back into his office felt like being invited inside by an old friend. Doc saw me and flashed me a warm smile.
My chest was still hurting, even two days after Slam. The sons of bitches in The Brotherhood actually pulled off a legit blindside, I had to give them that. Having them bring back Lester Parish to challenge for my TV Title before I go up to face Bishop for the People's Title was a genius move, cause who saw it coming? No one, least of all me. In that regard, last week was a big success for the group I've combating the past month. And if I'll have anything to say about it on Sunday, it's gonna be their only success for a long, long time.
All bravado aside though, the chest pains from that Heart Punch still lingered, and it was determined I'd have to see a doctor to make sure I wouldn't have to be the second champion pulled from the Helloween card. I've known Dr. Joe for a few years now, he'd been the one to see my previous WCF injuries, and walking back into his office felt like being invited inside by an old friend. Doc saw me and flashed me a warm smile.
Dr. Joe: Mr. Venable, it's been a while hasn't it? I was told you'd be dropping by, come on and have a seat.
FPV: Gladly.
I did as he said and sat down on the chair beside him as he began looking over some papers on his clipboard.
Dr. Joe: So chest pains, is that correct?
FPV: Yessir. I took a Heart Punch from this fat guy named Lester Parish, and it knocked the wind right outta me. Been hurtin since.
Dr. Joe: Ahhh yes, Mr Parish. I've seen him a few times before he left, did not know he was back so soon.
FPV: Really? What was he in for?
Dr. Joe: I told him he needed to watch his weight if he wanted to stay in this profession. 385 pounds for a man like him is very dangerous territory.
FPV: Well I'm sad to say it doesn't seem he's heeded your warnings.
Dr. Joe: It doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Something always seemed off about him. But I'm getting sidetracked again, let's have a look at you now.
From there, we proceeded to go through the basic medical checkup shit. I won't bore you with the details, you all should know how these things go. After going through every procedure needed, Dr. Joe gave me the news.
Dr. Joe: Well Mr. Venable, from everything I can see you should be okay to compete on Sunday. However, that hit did cause some damage that won't heal for at least another week, so if you decide you want to do this, it will be very, very painful.
FPV: That shouldn't be a problem, Doc. I can handle pain. You of all people should know that, remember?
I stuck my arm out and flashed my left wrist at him. The circular scar from where Nathan von Liebert had nailed me to a cross live on Pay Per View must've sent shivers down his spine, as he shut his eyes and visibly cringed. Dr. Joe was one of the doctors responsible for caring for me after that deadly bout, which had put me in a come for almost two months and almost derailed my career.
Dr. Joe: I know what you can handle Mr. Venable. Just be careful out there, I don't want to have to watch over you like I had to that night.
FPV: I'm a smarter man then I was back then, Doc. I'll be careful. Thanks for clearing me.
And with a confident swagger that oddly diminished the hurting, I left Doc's office.
On the coffee table within the inner sanctum was a nearly completed jigsaw puzzle. The image on the puzzle was that of The Brotherhood logo, and smack dab in the middle of it was empty hole where the final piece needed to go. Sitting on the couch across from the puzzle, I took a quick sip from my water bottle. Though the pain was still there in my chest, it had subsided well enough for me to focus on my address to Parish.
FPV: Lester, I gotta start by giving you at least some credit: you surprised me. In this day and age, I can tell you confidently that I've seen almost everything. Now that Heart Punch...that I did not see coming. So congrats. You actually managed to get the drop on me. But just know this my man: you aren't getting any more cheap shots in on me. That's a damn guarantee.
Knowing guys like you Lester, I can tell even without the sneak attacks and shit that our match on Sunday will not be pretty. It will not be a showcase of flippty-doos or masterful grappling. No, our match will be pure brutality. The violence of a Hardcore match without the weapons. The hard hitting Strong Style without the grace. In fact, this is gonna be less of a match and more of a straight up human cockfight. There's gonna be blood, and there's gonna be a fucking lot of it. All for my TV Title.
I went and watched the tape of last Sunday, and watched you stand tall with that TV Title after hitting me with that Colonnade, looking dominant. I bet you're just counting down the minutes until you can take that belt out of my hands, right? That's the feeling I got when you held it over my head. But correct me if I'm wrong Lester, cause I can be wrong every now and again, but haven't you said some shit in the past about how "belts corrupt the souls of men" and how if you won a belt you'd chuck it in the trash, cause I SWEAR I remember hearing you say that. Cause if that's the case, and after you win the belt you're gonna throw it alongside last weeks takeout and milk cartons, then we are REALLY going to have a problem here, big man.
The belt that I hold today, and that after Sunday I'll hold along with the People's title, is a true mark of the elite. Just take a look at the title history and of the people who've held it. Steve Orbit. Jonny Fly. Our current World Champion Corey Black. In a lot of ways, holding the TV Title is a mark of true greatness. It's a challenging belt to hold, because you've got to defend it every week, but so far that's a challenger I've accepted wholeheartedly and without any hesitation. I'm proud to call myself Television Champion, and if I see you ever disrespect this title like I know you will, I'm going to make you pay DIVIDENDS.
That's the consequence you pay when you talk to much. You like to talk, don't you Lester? And you do it very well, I've got no shame in saying you're one of the more eloquent speakers we've got in the WCF. Now if only the eloquence with which you speak with had words that people cared about. Cause when normal people here you give these spiels Lester, I know they're all mentally tuning out. Call them "the uneducated masses" if you must Lester, that sounds like the perfect excuse someone like you would have for these people calling you a boring fat piece of shit, but their eyes, that's exactly what you are.
The People are very likely to throw you into the "Weirdo with some talent but no one cares about him" section of the WCF roster. They did the same thing with K.L Henson, and their apathy towards him completely derailed the House of Ophelia. Do you really want to be remembered as 2016's version of K.L Henson? No you fucking don't Lester. No. You. Don't.
I felt a short little pang of pain in my chance, one final reminder of Lester's attack, and took a brief pause. From within my left pocket, I took out the final piece of the puzzle that lay before me, and tried to stick it into place, only to find that it wouldn't fit in any way onto that puzzle. I snorted in disappointment.
FPV: Figures. But that's the thing Lester. You think you're this intellectual who's so high up above everyone else because you believe you're some "piece that doesn't fit" in the puzzle of the WCF. Well here's a little reality check for you Lester. You wanna know what I call pieces that don't fit?
Without even looking, I toss the puzzle piece over my shoulder and right into the trash can standing next to the wall.
FPV: Defective.
(Epilogue: Somewhere in Seattle)
The plans were all made out. The Man in the Wheelchair knew the course he had to take in order to expose whatk ind of a man Frank Venable truly was to the world. And while he had not watched WCF Television for a long time since he had left the company, watching it again did nothing but to help The Man in his plans.
He knew that more then likely, Frank would be walking out of Helloween with at least one belt. And that with the way things were looking to play out, all of the title shots at One would go exclusively to members of Pantheon. This presented the perfect opportunity to him.
He began to make phone calls to the proper people. So far progress was slow, but he knew he just had to keep going.
Eventually, someone would listen to him.
They had to.
The plans were all made out. The Man in the Wheelchair knew the course he had to take in order to expose whatk ind of a man Frank Venable truly was to the world. And while he had not watched WCF Television for a long time since he had left the company, watching it again did nothing but to help The Man in his plans.
He knew that more then likely, Frank would be walking out of Helloween with at least one belt. And that with the way things were looking to play out, all of the title shots at One would go exclusively to members of Pantheon. This presented the perfect opportunity to him.
He began to make phone calls to the proper people. So far progress was slow, but he knew he just had to keep going.
Eventually, someone would listen to him.
They had to.
