Gauntlet: Dark Legacy
Oct 30, 2016 16:51:43 GMT -5
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Post by CJ Phoenix on Oct 30, 2016 16:51:43 GMT -5
ctober 23rd Just outside of the Stan Sheriff Center
Slam ended about two hours ago. Alpha Champion CJ Phoenix is in his hotel room with Kaiyah having a drink. Kaiyah has a Pink Flamingo while Phoenix is enjoying an Amaretto Sour. The two have already shared a toast prior to drinking. Also, there is a shoebox with spiked cleats inside of it between them. The box top is next to the box itself(of course it is).
Kaiyah: About time you stopped high stepping.
Phoenix: Hey. I made a statement tonight. I showed them a premonition of what was to come at Helloween. My opponents laid out while I walk out STILL THE WCF ALPHA CHAMPION!
Kaiyah: Okay. That explains the high stepping.
Phoenix: Actually, the high stepping was from how hyped I was after Talon Kicking Jason O'Neal. And I get to do it again in the gauntlet match!
Kaiyah: Ooooh that does sound like fun!
Phoenix: Oh it's a blast!
Kaiyah: Better than hitting a punching bag with Trump's face on it?
Phoenix: Much better.
Kaiyah: Damn. Lucky.
Phoenix: Meh. I can't be content with this though. That's why I got these cleats!
Kaiyah: So you can run over your competition?
Phoenix: Close. These opponents of mine are about to be a part of history. They're about to be victims of A SHIT STOMPING FOR THE AGES!
Kaiyah: Ohhhhh because of the cleats and the spikes and the stomping and the yeah. Well played.
Phoenix: Gracias, mi novia.
Kaiyah: De nada, mi amor.
Phoenix puts the box away before taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage. The camera follows the box and stays there for a moment.
--->Three hours later<---
The camera view slowly moves away from the cleats and back towards the bed. CJ and Kaiyah are cuddled under the covers. Phoenix has Kaiyah's bra wrapped around his head like a bandanna. Such a beautiful sight considering the rest of the room looks like the Tasmanian Devil went on a rampage in there. Alas, the calmness gets interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. CJ's eyes open, and he's clearly unhappy about getting torn from his sleep.
Phoenix: *unintelligible agitated noises*
The Alpha Champion releases his hold on Kaiyah, moving gently so that she can stay asleep. He gets up as he hears the sound of knocking again.
Phoenix: Shut up! You're gonna wake-oh shit.
About halfway to the door, CJ slips on his own shirt, which is currently laying on the floor. Luckily, he manages to crash into a wall and keep himself upright by using said wall for balance. He eventually gets to the door and opens it. Outside is one of the hotel employees. She is an Asian lady with long, black hair, and in her hand is a package.
Employee: Package for CJ Phoenix.
Phoenix: Eh? Hmmm. Okay.
Despite not actually ordering a package to be delivered to his current hotel room, CJ accepts the mail.
Phoenix: Hold on a second.
He stumbles his way to his wallet and pulls a bill out at random. Meanwhile, the sound of CJ nearly crashing and burning earlier wakes Kaiyah up.
Kaiyah: Who's at the door?
Phoenix: Mailman...woman....mailwoman.
Kaiyah: You have mail?
Phoenix: I guess so.
CJ Phoenix returns to the door and gives the woman a $100 bill.
Phoenix: You can keep the change. I'm going to bed.
The lady's eyes light up.
Employee: Wow! Thank you so much, Mr. Phoenix!
Phoenix: No problem. Good night.
Employee: Good night!
CJ closes the door and returns to bed where he once more wraps around Kaiyah.
Kaiyah: What's in the package?
Phoenix: I don't know. I'll check it out later. Night babe.
Kaiyah: Night boo.
Kaiyah has a look of concern on her face for a few moments before she shrugs it off and falls asleep.
A Shit Stomping For The Ages Day 1 Here Comes Krazzy the Kidd!
The time is 9:47 AM. While CJ Phoenix is still sleeping, Kaiyah has just gotten out of the shower. She has a big towel wrapped around her body as she walks up to the counter below the wall-mounted flatscreen TV. The package they received is in the same place until Kaiyah picks it up and opens it. It contains five blown up pictures and a note. First, she takes out the pictures. When she does, her eyes widen with fear as a cold chill runs down her back. She places the photos back and takes out the note. Then, she puts down the package so that she can hold the note with both hands.
"Dear Kaiyah,
I know where you are. I know every move you make. Don't believe me? Look at the pictures that came with this letter. I bet you're wondering why I've decided to write to you after all this time. Well, I wanted to say "congratulations!" to you for managing to stay sober long enough to get arrested. Your whore of a mother's fortune is yours to access now. Don't get too attached to it though. Now that you can get MY money, you'll be doing just that. Your first task will be to bail me out of here. Obviously, I can do it myself, but why waste the bread when I have a daughter that can do it for me? Speaking of doing stuff for me, that shall be your future. I tell you to jump. You better say "how high". If you don't, I will make your life miserable all over again by taking away everything you love piece by piece until you are nothing more than a broken mess. I will hurt you without laying a single finger on you. Oh, and one more thing. If Chase finds out about this, I will mark him as a target and make you watch me murder his mind, body and soul until there are no more ashes left. Who knows? I might start by costing him his Alpha Title that he cares so much about, or maybe I'll let him get his Wold Title shot and then stop him from winning it. It's all up to you, Kaiyah. You know I want revenge on that bastard, and you're the only thing standing in my way. Of course, that's only because you'll be the one hurting him. You have until Friday to bail me out, or Chase won't make it to Helloween.
Until next time, Your father"
Kaiyah hides the note in her travel bag and then grabs some clothes on the way to the bathroom. She turns the shower on to drown out the sound of her crying. After a few minutes, she looks up and sees the tears streaming down her face in her reflection. She wipes them away and collects herself before turning off the shower and exiting the bathroom. Finally, after emerging in a black sundress, she lays on the bed and turns on the TV. A few moments of channel flipping later, and CJ has finally awakened.
Phoenix: Good morning!
Kaiyah: Good morning!
CJ stretches before getting out of the bed, getting some clothes on, and going into the bathroom to shower. Meanwhile, Kaiyah whispers to herself so that Phoenix can't hear her.
Kaiyah: What do I do? Chase and I went through so much so that I could get away from him. Dammit! I hate that bastard so much! I can't risk telling Chase. He's really focused on further contributing to the WCF by boosting the prestige of the Alpha Title. Plus, he's been working so hard towards preparing himself for a World Title run. I don't want that douche bag to ruin that, but if I bail him out, then who knows what he'll try to get me to do next.
Kaiyah sighs and reflects on the choice that she has to make. Minutes later. Minutes later, CJ emerges from the bathroom and gets dressed. He then walks over to the already opened package and takes out the pictures. A look of confusion immediately appears on his face.
Phoenix: What the hell is this?
Kaiyah: I'm not sure, but I don't like it. Do you think one of your opponents sent it to try to psych you out?
Phoenix shuffles through the pictures of him and Kaiyah at various locations without them knowing.
Phoenix: I don't think so. Kidd Krazzy doesn't have the mean streak to do something like this. Johnny Evil wouldn't take this approach. Jason "Poor Man's CJ Phoenix" O'Neal seems like the type to do it, but he's not smart enough to do that. Besides, none of them have been here long enough for this to make sense. There's even one of us the day I went to sign with the WCF.
He puts the pics back and returns to the bed.
Phoenix: I don't have the time to be a detective right now.
He puts his cleats on and begins lacing them up.
Phoenix: I have a title to defend, which means I have a lot of shit stomping to do.
Kaiyah: Just don't trek any of it on the floor.
Phoenix smirks as he takes out his phone.
Phoenix: Relax. I'll be sure to wipe off the guts, intestines, and tears of my foes when I'm done.
Kaiyah: Nice.
She stands up and puts on some leggings and a t-shirt.
Kaiyah: If you need me, I'll be working out.
CJ grabs his Alpha Title and lays it on his shoulder.
Phoenix: Have fun.
Kaiyah: I shall.
As she approaches the door, she looks concerned and nervous once she's out of CJ's view. She opens the door and heads to the fitness center. Meanwhile, CJ has started recording himself. His phone's camera is focused on his Alpha Title.
Phoenix: Helloooooooooooooo everybody! Helloween's just a few short days away, and man do I have a treat for all of you!
He points the camera at his Nike cleats.
Phoenix: You see these cleats? These are my "Shit Stomping" shoes! This Sunday, I'm facing three of my toughest challenges. Kidd Krazzy, a young man eager to make a name for himself. Johnny Evil, a determined and very sharp individual. Most importantly, I have to overcome...looking a bit silly going to most places in cleats.
He aims his camera back at his face.
Phoenix: And I guess there's Jason O'Neal, too. It's not that he can't wrestle because he, Kidd, and Evil all throw down in the ring. It's just that he's a wannabe me. I like that he wants to be successful like me, but he's more of a hater denying his jealousy than he is a good guy trying to improve himself.
CJ stomps on the ground and then stands up.
Phoenix: Hear that? The shit stomping has begun, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever Johnny Evil classifies itself as. Come on, let's do some more stomping.
He begins walking while holding the phone in front of him. He sings softly on the way to the door. The sound of the cleats marching on the carpet can be heard in the background.
Phoenix: These cleats are made for stomping, and that's just what they'll do. At Helloween, CJ Phoenix is gonna march all over you.
He exits his room and walks to the elevator. He takes hard footsteps so that the sounds of the spikes hitting the ground can consistently be heard as he traveled.
Phoenix: So I'm starting with mister bronze medal, Kidd Krazzy. Of my three challengers, he's the ONLY one with a name that actually matches him. Johnny's not as "evil" as his name implies, and I've seen holograms realer than April O'Neil. So congrats, Kidd. Your name fits you. You're a kid that's crazy enough to think that he can survive against the heavy hitters. Thing is, you're just a kid. A child in a battlefield of adults...well, maybe aside from Lilith who fluctuates from psychotic genius to five year old troublemaker. You have a few things working for you. Things like youth and eagerness. I know what it's like to be you, Kidd. I used to be like you. Most of us were at some point in our lives. When I first stepped into the WCF, I was eager. I was all hyped up. I just knew I was gonna step in, swipe a title, and dominate. Nobody was gonna stop me!
*DING*
The elevator opens and CJ steps in. He presses the "1" button, and the doors close.
Phoenix: Then, hit, as it will for you when I keep you winless Sunday. I realized that these people were for real and they meant business. I had my eagerness and newbie excitement destroyed. It broke me, but it was exactly what I needed.
*DING*
The elevator opens on the lobby floor as the Alpha Champion walks out and heads for the front door. His spiked shoes are now making a different sound as the surface they tread on goes from carpet to tile.
Phoenix: It gave me the ashes I needed to rise as a new version of myself. A better, more mature me. I'm not saying that you'll take seven months to follow down the same path. I'm not saying you should try to dick ride my shadow and try to be me. Jason NO-Real is already doing that, and he's shit. You, however, have a chance. You have a shot at developing into someone great. That starts with how much you're willing to fight through your losses. How will you react to the loss you will take against me Sunday? Oh, by the way, YOU WILL LOSE TO ME!
Phoenix walks out the front door and takes a lap around the hotel.
Phoenix: I don't just say this because I think you can't beat me. I know for a fact that this is a stage that you are NOT ready for. These lights are too bright for your eyes to handle. This isn't homecoming where you're cheerleading for your football team to squash a team they should beat. It isn't prom where you got too tongue tied to talk to the twat you thought wasn't a thot even though you could kick a field goal through her vagina. That time, your fear of the pussy saved you from a downward spiral. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't been freaking out all month. You took third place to a pair of pussies in the Battle Royal. I guess it's selective or whatever. No matter, that's nothing compared to what you're about to face.
Phoenix completes the lap and walks around towards the back where the beach is. Cleats on sand. Shit stomping on all terrains!
Phoenix: Of course, how could I expect you to understand? You remind me of Scrappy-Doo. Remember him? It's okay if you don't. You might have still been in diapers back then. That's okay. You see, Scrappy was...well...scrappy. He was rarely scared and stepped up to virtually any foe that Mystery Inc. faced. Ole Scraps was a fierce one, but he was never really a main character. Scrappy was just making appearances in order to have more merchandise to sell. Poor guy was nothing more than a wallet padder.
A frisbee gets taken by the wind and CJ catches it. He throws it to the person that it was intended to go to, a Korean woman who was slim, but a little curvy in the right places. She had on a black one piece swimsuit that matched her long, jet black hair. The woman yelled "Thanks!" as she smiled and waved.
Phoenix: You're welcome!
He returned the wave and also waved at the woman who threw the frisbee. She had also waved first and was a little taller than her friend. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and went well with her gold two piece. After Phoenix walked by them, they nodded at each other before the Caucasian woman placed her finger on a hidden earpiece. The other lady does the same.
Blonde: Emma and I just saw Chase.
A voice responds.
Voice: Excellent work, Maria. Don't lose sight of him and figure out what he's doing.
Maria: What about Kaiyah?
Voice: Leave her be for now. I don't want her mind to be too conflicted until after she bails me out. Once she's out, make friends with her. Meanwhile, Emma, flirt with mister Jackson. Don't throw yourself at him, though. Just slow roll it.
Emma: As you wish.
Meanwhile, Phoenix continues leaving spiked imprints on the sand.
Phoenix: I know it hurts for you to hear this, but you're nothing more than a stat padder. You're an appeal to a demographic. I know O'Neal has tried to accuse me of doing the same thing, but his argument defeats itself. If anything, it just makes the twat racist. Somehow, still more evil than Johnny boy. Think about it, Kidd. You're not old enough to drink. You're not skilled enough to hold a title. You're Seth's attempt at appealing to teenagers. The next "feel good" chapter in the lower card pages in the book of the WCF. I must say, it was a smart move on his part. A rookie fresh out of high school that can do all of that high flying stuff that gets the WCF Galaxy excited. The highlight reel of the bottom feeders, ladies and gentlemen!
Phoenix stops and turns around. He begins walking back to the hotel.
Phoenix: You have a long life ahead of you, Kidd. Unfortunately, you're gonna get a few days knocked off of it when you step in the ring with me. I'm the most tactically sound person in this match. I could've pinned you myself in our tag match back on Slam. You know why I didn't? It's because I had a better idea. I Talon Kicked that dickless prick of a partner of mine and STILL picked up the win. While you were lying in the ring with the other scraps, I walked out with MY title held high. That was a premonition of this Sunday. Once again, I will leave you all broken, and I will still be the WCF Alpha Champion.
He angles the camera at the ocean.
Phoenix: Like I said, you just don't understand, Kidd. I journeyed. I struggled. I staggered. I fought to get to where I am now. I bled for this title. I nearly suffered a concussion just so that I could capture this belt. That was my desire to win it. My desire to keep it is even greater. You will walk into Helloween a Kidd, but you will be limping out a broken mess wishing you would've stayed home watching Power Rangers and playing Pokemon GO.
CJ points the camera at himself.
Phoenix: This has been day one of the shit stomping march to Helloween! I'm CJ Phoenix, WCF Alpha Champion, and that's how it's gonna be after Helloween! Laters!
The scene ends with a view of CJ closing in on his hotel. Behind him is a frisbee flying through the air as the camera fades to black.
A Shit Stomping for the Ages Day 2 Deal or No Deal?
October 25th St. Paul, Minnesota
After barely making the flight out of Hawaii, CJ and Kaiyah successfully arrive in St. Paul, Minnesota. It's a bit of a temp change, so no more grass skirts and hula dances for now. Kaiyah is still conflicted about whether or not to free her father, Tyson, from prison. This time, CJ has his camera set up in front of a full body mirror in the hotel that they have chosen to reside in. He stands in front of the mirror as Kaiyah lays in bed on her laptop. He is wearing a L'auberge Casino&Hotel T-shirt along with black and gold shorts with the New Orleans Saints logo on each side. "Stomp 'Em in the Nuts" plays in the background as the camera records.
Phoenix: Awwwwww here it goes! The Alpha Champ is back and fully loaded to fire another round of shit stomping!
Kaiyah lowers the volume of the tune playing in the background so that CJ's statements can be heard clearer.
Phoenix: First off, I'm on the first floor, so the stomping won't cause a disturbance to anyone. Now, I bet you're wondering why I'm standing in front of a mirror instead of storming through the streets in my shiny Nike cleats. To that, I say this. Day two of Shit Stomp Fest 2016 is mainly about Jason O'Neal, AKA "the poor man's bootleg version of CJ Phoenix".
Kaiyah laughs in the background.
Kaiyah: I'd say that's putting it nicely.
Phoenix: You know, a while back, I met Jason. I talked to him for a few minutes. I thought it was great having another guy on the roster reppin da boot. I considered working with him, but I wanted to see what he was capable of.
He stomps on the ground.
Phoenix: Maaaaaaannnnnnn did I dodge a bullet there! I will say that I respect the fact that Jase has a WCF contract despite he fact that he really doesn't deserve it. I'd rather have Dag Riddik here than this piss poor knockoff. I'd even take one of Teddy Blaze's poison-laced drinks over him. Yes, Blaze It has attempted to murder me numerous times. We're great friends.
Kaiyah: Practically brothers!
Phoenix: Practically brothers! Sadly, this isn't about that. It's about Steel Wheel Chasing A Meal, and you know whose meal he's chasing? Mine! Nobody gonna come here and eat my plate!
He starts stomping on the ground.
Phoenix: No. Body. Eats. My. Plate!
CJ stops and takes a deep breath.
Phoenix: Seriously, Jason O'Neal has greatly offended me. To this day, I am still offended. Not because of his words, but because of his personality. I've said many times that he's a knockoff version of yours truly. If you don't believe it, I'm gonna prove to you.
CJ stretches his legs for a second.
Phoenix: Ever since you got your little shot at my title, you've been poorly attempting to get into my head. You know what you really did? You showed everyone just how desperate and jealous you are. You want to be me so badly that it tears you apart on the inside. You want what I have because I'm the one that has it. If anything, you're like a rejected fanboy that didn't get a high five at a house show. Check this out. A guy from Louisiana, in his first year with the WCF, is competing at a Pay-Per-View for the Alpha Title in a match that involves four people.
He stomps on the ground a few times and places his left hand on his chin. His voice is almost carrying an ironic, sarcastic tone.
Phoenix: Hmmmm...why does that sound so familiar?
Kaiyah: Because you did it two months ago?
Phoenix: Exactly! Oh, and here's a bonus! Remember when I won the Alpha Title and said that I pursue the World Title?
*stomp*
Well what are the odds that Jason wants to use the Alpha Title to chase down the the World Title? It's not because he's worked hard, scratching and clawing his way up the ladder like I have. It sure as hell because it was an original idea with a noble purpose. Nope. Jason saw CJ do it, and since monkey see, now monkey thinks he can do. He wouldn't even go after the Alpha belt if I wouldn't have won it already.
*stomp*
Phoenix: Face it, Jason. You don't even think you can survive this gauntlet. If you did, you wouldn't try so hard to be in my room. Of course, champs have better things, and rather than earn a title of your own, you'd rather go into my locker room on the show that I didn't even have a match on. You and I both know that that's the closest you'll ever get to taking something of mine. Matter of fact...
He grabs his phone and picks it up. Then, he walks over to the bed and hold it up in front of Kaiyah and the Alpha Title, which rests on her legs.
Phoenix: Thirsty ass Jason O'Neal keeps on swearing up and down that if I don't keep my lady and my title close, he's gonna take one of them home with them.
Kaiyah laughs hysterically.
Phoenix: Dumbest shit I've ever heard by a country mile. First off, he says one of them like he's unsure he knows he can't have both. We know that he obviously won't get either one. If anything, it shows that he doesn't even think he can win the title. I don't blame him. He can't. Not from me.
He walks into the bathroom and points the camera at the toilet. It has a strip of paper that has "Jason O'Neal's Career inside" written on it.
Phoenix: I don't know if you have enough brain cells in that hot air balloon you call a head to figure this out. Your career is going even further down the shitter than it already is. How you gonna copy somebody and then talk shit about them? You even tried to copy my finisher! News flash! Just because it's a kick, doesn't mean it's anywhere near as effective as a Talon Kick! By the way, how's your jaw? I'm sure it'll take more than one Talon Kick to knock some sense into you. Honestly, I'm looking forward to trying. So when it's all said and done, the highlight of your career will still be the fact that you teamed up with the Phoenix you'll never be and got a win. After that, your biggest achievement is coming in SECOND PLACE in a Battle Royal. SECOND! You're welcome, by the way. I could've just had the winner face me at Helloween. Then you would just be some jobber in a piss break match. Instead, I lifted you up into relevance. Now, you're a jobber in a meaningful match. Congratulations! This Sunday, I'll take another step forward while you get knocked back into the shitter that you came from. I don't mean New Orleans when I say that. I love N'awleans! I just don't like you. You're a bigger disappointment than Johnny Evil's ability to shoot on target. You're a bigger bust than Jamarcus Russell, and you are the worst thing to be synonymous with New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina. Should've stuck with the turtles, O'Neal.
He shuts off the camera.
Phoenix: Two down, one to go. Well, collectively about one down, one to go.
Kaiyah: That's better.
Phoenix: I'm really enjoying this shit stomping. I'm gonna go for a walk, you in?
Kaiyah: Nah, busy studying.
Phoenix: Fair enough.
Phoenix walks out as the camera pans to Kaiyah's laptop. On it are two tabs. One of which is some notes she took for an online class. The other has an e-mail stating that a transaction of $2.7 million was completed. Kaiyah sighs.
Kaiyah: I hate you so much for this, Tyson.
End of scene.
A Shit Stomping for the Ages Day 3
Johnny Be No Good
October 26th
"Been singing for Jesus a long time! I'm not tired yet!
Been singing for Jesus a long time!
I'm not tired yet!
Been running by day and praying by night!
I'm not tired yet!
I've got to keep going, it's a mighty hard fight!
I'm not tired yet!"
These lyrics are heard on the roof of CJ's hotel. It's 11:55 PM and CJ is in the fitness center on the treadmill. He's dressed in a Helloween T-shirt and some gym shorts. Around his waist is his Alpha Title. In his right hand is a handheld camera. He turns it on and raises it in front of one of the large mirrors. His breathing is a little heavy and sweat is running down his face. Don't ask how he's able to run on a treadmill in cleats without tearing something up.
Phoenix: Damn right I'm not tired yet! I been working too hard to stop now! Kidd ain't gonna stop me. O'Neal ain't even gonna slow me down. Last guy though, that Johnny somewhat Evil fella, he ain't gonna beat me either. I'll give him his props on making it this far. I'll even congratulate him on actually winning the Battle Royal. He proved to me that his desire to contend for my title was greater than that of his opponents. He could argue that this match should be one on one. It wouldn't change the result. Bell rings, fight, Talon Kick, Phoenix wins. You wanna know why I came up with the gauntlet instead of just having the winner face me? It's because I'm using the present to build a future. Not just for me, but for the Alpha Title and the WCF as a whole.
He points the camera at the monitor displaying how long he's been running. It's at 53:20 and counting.
I've been running on this treadmill for over 50 minutes. I'm drained. I'm losing energy by the second, but I'm still running. Like the workhorse I am, I keep churning. I could've stopped at ten minutes. I could've stopped at 15 and that would've been fine. I didn't though. I'm not doing this to show off. I'm sharpening my Talons. You see, the thing that separates the Talon Kick from its various imitators is the fact that it's made for me. I walk, jog, and run relentlessly. Unlike O'Neal and many of these other phonies, the Talon Kick isn't just a Superkick. It isn't just a kick I labeled a finisher out of laziness. It's a natural part of me.
He points the camera back up at the mirror.
Phoenix: Do you know why you're not walking out of Helloween as the Alpha Champion? Do you know why you can't beat me? It's because I'm a better strategist. CJ Phoenix is more methodical than everyone else in this natch, including one Johnny Evil. You're a pretty good wrestler. Your shoots even pack a punch. You may have these other guys in the match worried, but not me. I see through your offense, and I know your weaknesses. You're a bull, John boy. You see something and you charge at it with the force of a wrecking ball.
A smile shoots across CJ's face.
Phoenix: I liked that tirade you went on about my Alpha Title. You resorted to the same low-brow Greek alphabet insults. There was the cliché "If you need a title to call yourself an alpha male, then you're a blah blah blah blah blah". Oh, and my favorite, all those times you said that I was the one that renamed the belt the Alpha Title. It just shows how dumb you are. Lemme give you some history about the title you're talking so much shit about, yet still want to win.
He zooms in on the reflection of the Alpha Title.
Phoenix: A few months back, there was a guy named Brent Alpine. He ended up with the United States title at Ultimate Showdown. About midways through August, Seth came out on Slam and HE decided to rename it the Alpha Title. HE came up with the concept of holding this belt for a shot at another belt. Not me. I just went out there and won the damn thing. I was never concerned about the name of the title. I wanted to build the prestige of this newly created belt. I wanted to make it into a title worth winning. That's why I came up with the Alpha Gauntlet. I could've been selfish and said "Ooooh I'm the Alpha Champion and the Alpha says that no one deserves a shot at my title". But I didn't, despite the fact that you and so many others assume that I feel like I need this belt to feel like an alpha male. I don't give a damn about that self-righteous bullshit. If anything, you're just trying to project your own insecurities onto me because I'm the champion. I never needed a title to define who I am. I'm raising the bar high with this match. I'm giving THREE guys the opportunity to have a title match at a Pay-Per-View. I can't say that you would be bold enough to do the same thing.
The timer passes the hour mark as CJ keeps running. He's fatigued, but be shakes it off.
Phoenix: Two weeks ago, you spent a good chunk of your promo bitching and moaning and complaining about being in a tag match with the other contenders. You kept talking about how you wasn't even gonna show up for the match because it didn't mean anything to you and yadda yadda yadda. What happens? You undermine ALL of that by actually showing up and competing! You have no conviction. Zero commitment! Am I supposed to expect for you to bring your "Alpha" game so to speak now that my title's on the line? I wonder what empty promises you're gonna bring to the table this time. You're gonna try to get some "respek" thrown on your name? Maybe you'll talk shit about more people going through hard times in their lives. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you parked in a handicap spot and tried to pick a fight with a guy in a wheelchair.
CJ stops the machine and steps off of it. He keeps the camera pointed at the mirror.
Oh, by the way, you have a decision to make. Because you won the Battle Royal back on the 9th, you get to decide what order you and the other contenders come out in to face me. I'll save you the trouble and let you know that I'll win regardless of your choice. However, in the spirit of shit stomping fairness, I'm gonna break down why no combination of you and those other pretenders will be enough to dethrone me. There are six of them, in case you guys can't count. Try to keep up.
*stomp*
Phoenix: One! You could match the way the Battle Royal ended and save yourself for last. That would mean it would be Kidd, Jason, then you. Best case for you, Kidd tires me out. Then, O'Neal annoys me into a near-coma-like state. Finally, you swoop in for the kill. Sounds great, right? Here's the problem. I just ran on that treadmill for over an hour, and I'm still standing. Kidd's high flying offense will only lead to him catching a Talon Kick in midair. That's gonna get the blood pumping for when O'Neal comes down that ramp. I might kick his head off his shoulders, and I'm not even exaggerating. He's gonna try all that flashy shit, and then the back of his skull will meet his spine. That just leaves you and me, buddy. Even after turning away two opponents, I will still have more than enough endurance and resilience to bring you to Spearfest and introduced you to its greatest attraction, the Talon Kick!
Phoenix: Maybe you'll switch out O'Neal with Kidd Krazzy. Maybe you think having O'Neal out first would mean that I would spend all of my energy pulverizing him. You'd be half right. I'd run through him like a marathon runner through a finish line. That won't change no matter when he comes out. The only difference is that I'll be even more fired up after beating him. Then you can watch me dismantle Kidd Krazzy like a lion tearing through a gazelle. By the time you drag your carcass down that ramp, I'll be hyped up and ready to tear your face off and kick your jaw into your brain.
He holds up two fingers.
Phoenix: So what about coming out second? On the bright side, it'll keep me from saying you're a complete coward by hiding behind two others. That's something. You can get a glimpse of me ripping through one of the other guys before you come out. Of course, the question would be who would you feed to me first? Do you try to rob me of the opportunity to shit stomp Jason O'Neal and providing once again that he is NOT the real deal? Or do you send him out so I can tear him to shreds before tearing you to shreds and then tearing Kidd to shreds? Tough choice.
CJ gets a cloth and cleans the treadmill he was on.
Phoenix: Hmmmmm...maybe you're a bold one. You might be dumb enough to come out first. Imagine that. Johnny Evil being silly enough to be the first one down the ramp. Do you think you can do it? Think you can knock off three foes in the same night without so much as a piss break in between? That's what I have to do Sunday. That what I WILL do Sunday. Sure, it might not be the same as winning six matches in a week like Corey Black did, but it's a start. It's a step in the right direction. A step towards my shot at the World Title.
Phoenix walks to the water cooler and fills one of the complementary paper cups with water. He then drinks the water immediately. Afterwards, he crushes the cup and tosses it to the ground. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head. He takes six cups and places them in two sets of three. Then, he points the camera at the cups.
Phoenix: Here's another reason why I'm gonna win Sunday and continue my 13 week journey as WCF Alpha Champion. I've been here before. I know what it takes to win a match like this. You know how I know? I've done it before. Two months ago, I stepped into the ring at a WCF Pay-Per-View. The Alpha Title was on the line, and I faced three guys who were hungry for the title. I told my people in Louisiana that I was bringing home gold, and I did. Not disappointment and shame like Jason O'Neal has. The three guys I faced are a lot like the three I faced back at Revenge.
He slides two of the cups to the side and places them next to each other.
Phoenix: The first was Dion Necurat. Some of you may know him. He's that gladiator guy that's a part of The Brotherhood now. When I see Kidd Krazzy, that's who I think of. Not from an in-ring perspective because Dion's almost twice the size of Kidd and a good foot or so taller than him as well. I mean from a background perspective. He was a lost puppy. Big fella with a lot of potential, but just not quite experienced or strategic enough to take that next step. The same applies to Kidd Krazzy. Winning hasn't really been his strong suit, but he hasn't given up. Because of that, his resiliency has landed him an Alpha Title match. Dion has definitely improved since our encounter at Revenge, and I can see Kidd Krazzy doing the same down the road. Who knows, he might be Kev's next recruit. Alas, he is destined to suffer the same fate that Necurat did.
He stomps on the cups, easily crushing them.
Phoenix: Stomped by the Phoenix.
He positions two more cups next to the already destroyed ones.
Phoenix: Next up, we have Jason O'Neal. His counterpart is obviously the Butcher, Baron Von Massaker. Why is it so obvious? Think about it. Both are arrogant, talkative pricks that spent most of their time trying to antagonize me. Does that mean that I should expect Jason to go find a skillet under the ring and start swinging for the fences? I don't think so, but it wouldn't surprise me. He might even try to attack me with a poster of me. Damn fanboy. Regardless, I pinned Massaker to win MY Alpha Title, and O'Neal will be one of the people I'll pin to keep it.
He raised his foot high in the air before stomping the pair of cups. He now moves the final two cups next to the other four.
Phoenix: That leaves just two. One from my past, and one in the present. Jordan Ciserano and Johnny Evil. When I was preparing to face Ciserano, I saw just how good he was. He's methodical. He gameplans for his opponents. He's one of the most technically sound guys on the roster. I knew he would be my biggest threat in that match. I prepared for him, just like I'm preparing for Johnny Evil. I know he's not one to take lightly despite his lack of conviction and inability to go beyond random babbling. I'm fully aware that under that blind rage is a cold, calculated summbitch. He's proven that he's worth being on my radar. Unfortunately for him, just like Jordy, I'm going to shoot Johnny Evil out of the sky and into the ground.
One more time, he stomps a pair of cups. He takes a moment to stare down the cups before he sits next to the half dozen crushed objects. His voice softens, but it's filled with seriousness. He holds his Alpha Title over the destroyed cups.
Phoenix: Here is your winner, and STILL your WCF Alpha Champion....C.....J.....Phoenix.
He shuts off the camera and tosses the smashed cups in the trash. He walks out and heads to his room. Meanwhile, Kaiyah is in a hot tub in the pool area. Her eyes are closed as she is clearing her mind. A smile slowly makes its way across her face. She is torn from her state of mental nirvana when she hears the sound of the door opening. She turns her head to see a blonde woman enter the area. She walks to the hot tub, but the camera doesn't catch her face.
Blonde: Room for one more?
Kaiyah: I don't see why not.
Blonde: Thanks.
She gets into the hot tub on the other side of Kaiyah. Her head tilts back slightly as she is enjoying the relaxation.
Blonde: Oh my God I needed this. I've been soooooo stressed out.
Kaiyah: I know how that feels. That's why I came in here.
Blonde: Same here. I've been so busy, I almost forgot what relaxation felt like. Um, can I get your name?
Kaiyah: I'm Kaiyah. Nice to meet you.
Blonde: Nice to meet you as well, Kaiyah. I'm Maria.
The camera finally reveals Maria's face, confirming that she's the same woman CJ saw on the beach in Hawaii. The screen fades to black afterwards.
Slam ended about two hours ago. Alpha Champion CJ Phoenix is in his hotel room with Kaiyah having a drink. Kaiyah has a Pink Flamingo while Phoenix is enjoying an Amaretto Sour. The two have already shared a toast prior to drinking. Also, there is a shoebox with spiked cleats inside of it between them. The box top is next to the box itself(of course it is).
Kaiyah: About time you stopped high stepping.
Phoenix: Hey. I made a statement tonight. I showed them a premonition of what was to come at Helloween. My opponents laid out while I walk out STILL THE WCF ALPHA CHAMPION!
Kaiyah: Okay. That explains the high stepping.
Phoenix: Actually, the high stepping was from how hyped I was after Talon Kicking Jason O'Neal. And I get to do it again in the gauntlet match!
Kaiyah: Ooooh that does sound like fun!
Phoenix: Oh it's a blast!
Kaiyah: Better than hitting a punching bag with Trump's face on it?
Phoenix: Much better.
Kaiyah: Damn. Lucky.
Phoenix: Meh. I can't be content with this though. That's why I got these cleats!
Kaiyah: So you can run over your competition?
Phoenix: Close. These opponents of mine are about to be a part of history. They're about to be victims of A SHIT STOMPING FOR THE AGES!
Kaiyah: Ohhhhh because of the cleats and the spikes and the stomping and the yeah. Well played.
Phoenix: Gracias, mi novia.
Kaiyah: De nada, mi amor.
Phoenix puts the box away before taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage. The camera follows the box and stays there for a moment.
--->Three hours later<---
The camera view slowly moves away from the cleats and back towards the bed. CJ and Kaiyah are cuddled under the covers. Phoenix has Kaiyah's bra wrapped around his head like a bandanna. Such a beautiful sight considering the rest of the room looks like the Tasmanian Devil went on a rampage in there. Alas, the calmness gets interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. CJ's eyes open, and he's clearly unhappy about getting torn from his sleep.
Phoenix: *unintelligible agitated noises*
The Alpha Champion releases his hold on Kaiyah, moving gently so that she can stay asleep. He gets up as he hears the sound of knocking again.
Phoenix: Shut up! You're gonna wake-oh shit.
About halfway to the door, CJ slips on his own shirt, which is currently laying on the floor. Luckily, he manages to crash into a wall and keep himself upright by using said wall for balance. He eventually gets to the door and opens it. Outside is one of the hotel employees. She is an Asian lady with long, black hair, and in her hand is a package.
Employee: Package for CJ Phoenix.
Phoenix: Eh? Hmmm. Okay.
Despite not actually ordering a package to be delivered to his current hotel room, CJ accepts the mail.
Phoenix: Hold on a second.
He stumbles his way to his wallet and pulls a bill out at random. Meanwhile, the sound of CJ nearly crashing and burning earlier wakes Kaiyah up.
Kaiyah: Who's at the door?
Phoenix: Mailman...woman....mailwoman.
Kaiyah: You have mail?
Phoenix: I guess so.
CJ Phoenix returns to the door and gives the woman a $100 bill.
Phoenix: You can keep the change. I'm going to bed.
The lady's eyes light up.
Employee: Wow! Thank you so much, Mr. Phoenix!
Phoenix: No problem. Good night.
Employee: Good night!
CJ closes the door and returns to bed where he once more wraps around Kaiyah.
Kaiyah: What's in the package?
Phoenix: I don't know. I'll check it out later. Night babe.
Kaiyah: Night boo.
Kaiyah has a look of concern on her face for a few moments before she shrugs it off and falls asleep.
A Shit Stomping For The Ages Day 1 Here Comes Krazzy the Kidd!
The time is 9:47 AM. While CJ Phoenix is still sleeping, Kaiyah has just gotten out of the shower. She has a big towel wrapped around her body as she walks up to the counter below the wall-mounted flatscreen TV. The package they received is in the same place until Kaiyah picks it up and opens it. It contains five blown up pictures and a note. First, she takes out the pictures. When she does, her eyes widen with fear as a cold chill runs down her back. She places the photos back and takes out the note. Then, she puts down the package so that she can hold the note with both hands.
"Dear Kaiyah,
I know where you are. I know every move you make. Don't believe me? Look at the pictures that came with this letter. I bet you're wondering why I've decided to write to you after all this time. Well, I wanted to say "congratulations!" to you for managing to stay sober long enough to get arrested. Your whore of a mother's fortune is yours to access now. Don't get too attached to it though. Now that you can get MY money, you'll be doing just that. Your first task will be to bail me out of here. Obviously, I can do it myself, but why waste the bread when I have a daughter that can do it for me? Speaking of doing stuff for me, that shall be your future. I tell you to jump. You better say "how high". If you don't, I will make your life miserable all over again by taking away everything you love piece by piece until you are nothing more than a broken mess. I will hurt you without laying a single finger on you. Oh, and one more thing. If Chase finds out about this, I will mark him as a target and make you watch me murder his mind, body and soul until there are no more ashes left. Who knows? I might start by costing him his Alpha Title that he cares so much about, or maybe I'll let him get his Wold Title shot and then stop him from winning it. It's all up to you, Kaiyah. You know I want revenge on that bastard, and you're the only thing standing in my way. Of course, that's only because you'll be the one hurting him. You have until Friday to bail me out, or Chase won't make it to Helloween.
Until next time, Your father"
Kaiyah hides the note in her travel bag and then grabs some clothes on the way to the bathroom. She turns the shower on to drown out the sound of her crying. After a few minutes, she looks up and sees the tears streaming down her face in her reflection. She wipes them away and collects herself before turning off the shower and exiting the bathroom. Finally, after emerging in a black sundress, she lays on the bed and turns on the TV. A few moments of channel flipping later, and CJ has finally awakened.
Phoenix: Good morning!
Kaiyah: Good morning!
CJ stretches before getting out of the bed, getting some clothes on, and going into the bathroom to shower. Meanwhile, Kaiyah whispers to herself so that Phoenix can't hear her.
Kaiyah: What do I do? Chase and I went through so much so that I could get away from him. Dammit! I hate that bastard so much! I can't risk telling Chase. He's really focused on further contributing to the WCF by boosting the prestige of the Alpha Title. Plus, he's been working so hard towards preparing himself for a World Title run. I don't want that douche bag to ruin that, but if I bail him out, then who knows what he'll try to get me to do next.
Kaiyah sighs and reflects on the choice that she has to make. Minutes later. Minutes later, CJ emerges from the bathroom and gets dressed. He then walks over to the already opened package and takes out the pictures. A look of confusion immediately appears on his face.
Phoenix: What the hell is this?
Kaiyah: I'm not sure, but I don't like it. Do you think one of your opponents sent it to try to psych you out?
Phoenix shuffles through the pictures of him and Kaiyah at various locations without them knowing.
Phoenix: I don't think so. Kidd Krazzy doesn't have the mean streak to do something like this. Johnny Evil wouldn't take this approach. Jason "Poor Man's CJ Phoenix" O'Neal seems like the type to do it, but he's not smart enough to do that. Besides, none of them have been here long enough for this to make sense. There's even one of us the day I went to sign with the WCF.
He puts the pics back and returns to the bed.
Phoenix: I don't have the time to be a detective right now.
He puts his cleats on and begins lacing them up.
Phoenix: I have a title to defend, which means I have a lot of shit stomping to do.
Kaiyah: Just don't trek any of it on the floor.
Phoenix smirks as he takes out his phone.
Phoenix: Relax. I'll be sure to wipe off the guts, intestines, and tears of my foes when I'm done.
Kaiyah: Nice.
She stands up and puts on some leggings and a t-shirt.
Kaiyah: If you need me, I'll be working out.
CJ grabs his Alpha Title and lays it on his shoulder.
Phoenix: Have fun.
Kaiyah: I shall.
As she approaches the door, she looks concerned and nervous once she's out of CJ's view. She opens the door and heads to the fitness center. Meanwhile, CJ has started recording himself. His phone's camera is focused on his Alpha Title.
Phoenix: Helloooooooooooooo everybody! Helloween's just a few short days away, and man do I have a treat for all of you!
He points the camera at his Nike cleats.
Phoenix: You see these cleats? These are my "Shit Stomping" shoes! This Sunday, I'm facing three of my toughest challenges. Kidd Krazzy, a young man eager to make a name for himself. Johnny Evil, a determined and very sharp individual. Most importantly, I have to overcome...looking a bit silly going to most places in cleats.
He aims his camera back at his face.
Phoenix: And I guess there's Jason O'Neal, too. It's not that he can't wrestle because he, Kidd, and Evil all throw down in the ring. It's just that he's a wannabe me. I like that he wants to be successful like me, but he's more of a hater denying his jealousy than he is a good guy trying to improve himself.
CJ stomps on the ground and then stands up.
Phoenix: Hear that? The shit stomping has begun, ladies, gentlemen, and whatever Johnny Evil classifies itself as. Come on, let's do some more stomping.
He begins walking while holding the phone in front of him. He sings softly on the way to the door. The sound of the cleats marching on the carpet can be heard in the background.
Phoenix: These cleats are made for stomping, and that's just what they'll do. At Helloween, CJ Phoenix is gonna march all over you.
He exits his room and walks to the elevator. He takes hard footsteps so that the sounds of the spikes hitting the ground can consistently be heard as he traveled.
Phoenix: So I'm starting with mister bronze medal, Kidd Krazzy. Of my three challengers, he's the ONLY one with a name that actually matches him. Johnny's not as "evil" as his name implies, and I've seen holograms realer than April O'Neil. So congrats, Kidd. Your name fits you. You're a kid that's crazy enough to think that he can survive against the heavy hitters. Thing is, you're just a kid. A child in a battlefield of adults...well, maybe aside from Lilith who fluctuates from psychotic genius to five year old troublemaker. You have a few things working for you. Things like youth and eagerness. I know what it's like to be you, Kidd. I used to be like you. Most of us were at some point in our lives. When I first stepped into the WCF, I was eager. I was all hyped up. I just knew I was gonna step in, swipe a title, and dominate. Nobody was gonna stop me!
*DING*
The elevator opens and CJ steps in. He presses the "1" button, and the doors close.
Phoenix: Then, hit, as it will for you when I keep you winless Sunday. I realized that these people were for real and they meant business. I had my eagerness and newbie excitement destroyed. It broke me, but it was exactly what I needed.
*DING*
The elevator opens on the lobby floor as the Alpha Champion walks out and heads for the front door. His spiked shoes are now making a different sound as the surface they tread on goes from carpet to tile.
Phoenix: It gave me the ashes I needed to rise as a new version of myself. A better, more mature me. I'm not saying that you'll take seven months to follow down the same path. I'm not saying you should try to dick ride my shadow and try to be me. Jason NO-Real is already doing that, and he's shit. You, however, have a chance. You have a shot at developing into someone great. That starts with how much you're willing to fight through your losses. How will you react to the loss you will take against me Sunday? Oh, by the way, YOU WILL LOSE TO ME!
Phoenix walks out the front door and takes a lap around the hotel.
Phoenix: I don't just say this because I think you can't beat me. I know for a fact that this is a stage that you are NOT ready for. These lights are too bright for your eyes to handle. This isn't homecoming where you're cheerleading for your football team to squash a team they should beat. It isn't prom where you got too tongue tied to talk to the twat you thought wasn't a thot even though you could kick a field goal through her vagina. That time, your fear of the pussy saved you from a downward spiral. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't been freaking out all month. You took third place to a pair of pussies in the Battle Royal. I guess it's selective or whatever. No matter, that's nothing compared to what you're about to face.
Phoenix completes the lap and walks around towards the back where the beach is. Cleats on sand. Shit stomping on all terrains!
Phoenix: Of course, how could I expect you to understand? You remind me of Scrappy-Doo. Remember him? It's okay if you don't. You might have still been in diapers back then. That's okay. You see, Scrappy was...well...scrappy. He was rarely scared and stepped up to virtually any foe that Mystery Inc. faced. Ole Scraps was a fierce one, but he was never really a main character. Scrappy was just making appearances in order to have more merchandise to sell. Poor guy was nothing more than a wallet padder.
A frisbee gets taken by the wind and CJ catches it. He throws it to the person that it was intended to go to, a Korean woman who was slim, but a little curvy in the right places. She had on a black one piece swimsuit that matched her long, jet black hair. The woman yelled "Thanks!" as she smiled and waved.
Phoenix: You're welcome!
He returned the wave and also waved at the woman who threw the frisbee. She had also waved first and was a little taller than her friend. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and went well with her gold two piece. After Phoenix walked by them, they nodded at each other before the Caucasian woman placed her finger on a hidden earpiece. The other lady does the same.
Blonde: Emma and I just saw Chase.
A voice responds.
Voice: Excellent work, Maria. Don't lose sight of him and figure out what he's doing.
Maria: What about Kaiyah?
Voice: Leave her be for now. I don't want her mind to be too conflicted until after she bails me out. Once she's out, make friends with her. Meanwhile, Emma, flirt with mister Jackson. Don't throw yourself at him, though. Just slow roll it.
Emma: As you wish.
Meanwhile, Phoenix continues leaving spiked imprints on the sand.
Phoenix: I know it hurts for you to hear this, but you're nothing more than a stat padder. You're an appeal to a demographic. I know O'Neal has tried to accuse me of doing the same thing, but his argument defeats itself. If anything, it just makes the twat racist. Somehow, still more evil than Johnny boy. Think about it, Kidd. You're not old enough to drink. You're not skilled enough to hold a title. You're Seth's attempt at appealing to teenagers. The next "feel good" chapter in the lower card pages in the book of the WCF. I must say, it was a smart move on his part. A rookie fresh out of high school that can do all of that high flying stuff that gets the WCF Galaxy excited. The highlight reel of the bottom feeders, ladies and gentlemen!
Phoenix stops and turns around. He begins walking back to the hotel.
Phoenix: You have a long life ahead of you, Kidd. Unfortunately, you're gonna get a few days knocked off of it when you step in the ring with me. I'm the most tactically sound person in this match. I could've pinned you myself in our tag match back on Slam. You know why I didn't? It's because I had a better idea. I Talon Kicked that dickless prick of a partner of mine and STILL picked up the win. While you were lying in the ring with the other scraps, I walked out with MY title held high. That was a premonition of this Sunday. Once again, I will leave you all broken, and I will still be the WCF Alpha Champion.
He angles the camera at the ocean.
Phoenix: Like I said, you just don't understand, Kidd. I journeyed. I struggled. I staggered. I fought to get to where I am now. I bled for this title. I nearly suffered a concussion just so that I could capture this belt. That was my desire to win it. My desire to keep it is even greater. You will walk into Helloween a Kidd, but you will be limping out a broken mess wishing you would've stayed home watching Power Rangers and playing Pokemon GO.
CJ points the camera at himself.
Phoenix: This has been day one of the shit stomping march to Helloween! I'm CJ Phoenix, WCF Alpha Champion, and that's how it's gonna be after Helloween! Laters!
The scene ends with a view of CJ closing in on his hotel. Behind him is a frisbee flying through the air as the camera fades to black.
A Shit Stomping for the Ages Day 2 Deal or No Deal?
October 25th St. Paul, Minnesota
After barely making the flight out of Hawaii, CJ and Kaiyah successfully arrive in St. Paul, Minnesota. It's a bit of a temp change, so no more grass skirts and hula dances for now. Kaiyah is still conflicted about whether or not to free her father, Tyson, from prison. This time, CJ has his camera set up in front of a full body mirror in the hotel that they have chosen to reside in. He stands in front of the mirror as Kaiyah lays in bed on her laptop. He is wearing a L'auberge Casino&Hotel T-shirt along with black and gold shorts with the New Orleans Saints logo on each side. "Stomp 'Em in the Nuts" plays in the background as the camera records.
Phoenix: Awwwwww here it goes! The Alpha Champ is back and fully loaded to fire another round of shit stomping!
Kaiyah lowers the volume of the tune playing in the background so that CJ's statements can be heard clearer.
Phoenix: First off, I'm on the first floor, so the stomping won't cause a disturbance to anyone. Now, I bet you're wondering why I'm standing in front of a mirror instead of storming through the streets in my shiny Nike cleats. To that, I say this. Day two of Shit Stomp Fest 2016 is mainly about Jason O'Neal, AKA "the poor man's bootleg version of CJ Phoenix".
Kaiyah laughs in the background.
Kaiyah: I'd say that's putting it nicely.
Phoenix: You know, a while back, I met Jason. I talked to him for a few minutes. I thought it was great having another guy on the roster reppin da boot. I considered working with him, but I wanted to see what he was capable of.
He stomps on the ground.
Phoenix: Maaaaaaannnnnnn did I dodge a bullet there! I will say that I respect the fact that Jase has a WCF contract despite he fact that he really doesn't deserve it. I'd rather have Dag Riddik here than this piss poor knockoff. I'd even take one of Teddy Blaze's poison-laced drinks over him. Yes, Blaze It has attempted to murder me numerous times. We're great friends.
Kaiyah: Practically brothers!
Phoenix: Practically brothers! Sadly, this isn't about that. It's about Steel Wheel Chasing A Meal, and you know whose meal he's chasing? Mine! Nobody gonna come here and eat my plate!
He starts stomping on the ground.
Phoenix: No. Body. Eats. My. Plate!
CJ stops and takes a deep breath.
Phoenix: Seriously, Jason O'Neal has greatly offended me. To this day, I am still offended. Not because of his words, but because of his personality. I've said many times that he's a knockoff version of yours truly. If you don't believe it, I'm gonna prove to you.
CJ stretches his legs for a second.
Phoenix: Ever since you got your little shot at my title, you've been poorly attempting to get into my head. You know what you really did? You showed everyone just how desperate and jealous you are. You want to be me so badly that it tears you apart on the inside. You want what I have because I'm the one that has it. If anything, you're like a rejected fanboy that didn't get a high five at a house show. Check this out. A guy from Louisiana, in his first year with the WCF, is competing at a Pay-Per-View for the Alpha Title in a match that involves four people.
He stomps on the ground a few times and places his left hand on his chin. His voice is almost carrying an ironic, sarcastic tone.
Phoenix: Hmmmm...why does that sound so familiar?
Kaiyah: Because you did it two months ago?
Phoenix: Exactly! Oh, and here's a bonus! Remember when I won the Alpha Title and said that I pursue the World Title?
*stomp*
Well what are the odds that Jason wants to use the Alpha Title to chase down the the World Title? It's not because he's worked hard, scratching and clawing his way up the ladder like I have. It sure as hell because it was an original idea with a noble purpose. Nope. Jason saw CJ do it, and since monkey see, now monkey thinks he can do. He wouldn't even go after the Alpha belt if I wouldn't have won it already.
*stomp*
Phoenix: Face it, Jason. You don't even think you can survive this gauntlet. If you did, you wouldn't try so hard to be in my room. Of course, champs have better things, and rather than earn a title of your own, you'd rather go into my locker room on the show that I didn't even have a match on. You and I both know that that's the closest you'll ever get to taking something of mine. Matter of fact...
He grabs his phone and picks it up. Then, he walks over to the bed and hold it up in front of Kaiyah and the Alpha Title, which rests on her legs.
Phoenix: Thirsty ass Jason O'Neal keeps on swearing up and down that if I don't keep my lady and my title close, he's gonna take one of them home with them.
Kaiyah laughs hysterically.
Phoenix: Dumbest shit I've ever heard by a country mile. First off, he says one of them like he's unsure he knows he can't have both. We know that he obviously won't get either one. If anything, it shows that he doesn't even think he can win the title. I don't blame him. He can't. Not from me.
He walks into the bathroom and points the camera at the toilet. It has a strip of paper that has "Jason O'Neal's Career inside" written on it.
Phoenix: I don't know if you have enough brain cells in that hot air balloon you call a head to figure this out. Your career is going even further down the shitter than it already is. How you gonna copy somebody and then talk shit about them? You even tried to copy my finisher! News flash! Just because it's a kick, doesn't mean it's anywhere near as effective as a Talon Kick! By the way, how's your jaw? I'm sure it'll take more than one Talon Kick to knock some sense into you. Honestly, I'm looking forward to trying. So when it's all said and done, the highlight of your career will still be the fact that you teamed up with the Phoenix you'll never be and got a win. After that, your biggest achievement is coming in SECOND PLACE in a Battle Royal. SECOND! You're welcome, by the way. I could've just had the winner face me at Helloween. Then you would just be some jobber in a piss break match. Instead, I lifted you up into relevance. Now, you're a jobber in a meaningful match. Congratulations! This Sunday, I'll take another step forward while you get knocked back into the shitter that you came from. I don't mean New Orleans when I say that. I love N'awleans! I just don't like you. You're a bigger disappointment than Johnny Evil's ability to shoot on target. You're a bigger bust than Jamarcus Russell, and you are the worst thing to be synonymous with New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina. Should've stuck with the turtles, O'Neal.
He shuts off the camera.
Phoenix: Two down, one to go. Well, collectively about one down, one to go.
Kaiyah: That's better.
Phoenix: I'm really enjoying this shit stomping. I'm gonna go for a walk, you in?
Kaiyah: Nah, busy studying.
Phoenix: Fair enough.
Phoenix walks out as the camera pans to Kaiyah's laptop. On it are two tabs. One of which is some notes she took for an online class. The other has an e-mail stating that a transaction of $2.7 million was completed. Kaiyah sighs.
Kaiyah: I hate you so much for this, Tyson.
End of scene.
A Shit Stomping for the Ages Day 3
Johnny Be No Good
October 26th
"Been singing for Jesus a long time! I'm not tired yet!
Been singing for Jesus a long time!
I'm not tired yet!
Been running by day and praying by night!
I'm not tired yet!
I've got to keep going, it's a mighty hard fight!
I'm not tired yet!"
These lyrics are heard on the roof of CJ's hotel. It's 11:55 PM and CJ is in the fitness center on the treadmill. He's dressed in a Helloween T-shirt and some gym shorts. Around his waist is his Alpha Title. In his right hand is a handheld camera. He turns it on and raises it in front of one of the large mirrors. His breathing is a little heavy and sweat is running down his face. Don't ask how he's able to run on a treadmill in cleats without tearing something up.
Phoenix: Damn right I'm not tired yet! I been working too hard to stop now! Kidd ain't gonna stop me. O'Neal ain't even gonna slow me down. Last guy though, that Johnny somewhat Evil fella, he ain't gonna beat me either. I'll give him his props on making it this far. I'll even congratulate him on actually winning the Battle Royal. He proved to me that his desire to contend for my title was greater than that of his opponents. He could argue that this match should be one on one. It wouldn't change the result. Bell rings, fight, Talon Kick, Phoenix wins. You wanna know why I came up with the gauntlet instead of just having the winner face me? It's because I'm using the present to build a future. Not just for me, but for the Alpha Title and the WCF as a whole.
He points the camera at the monitor displaying how long he's been running. It's at 53:20 and counting.
I've been running on this treadmill for over 50 minutes. I'm drained. I'm losing energy by the second, but I'm still running. Like the workhorse I am, I keep churning. I could've stopped at ten minutes. I could've stopped at 15 and that would've been fine. I didn't though. I'm not doing this to show off. I'm sharpening my Talons. You see, the thing that separates the Talon Kick from its various imitators is the fact that it's made for me. I walk, jog, and run relentlessly. Unlike O'Neal and many of these other phonies, the Talon Kick isn't just a Superkick. It isn't just a kick I labeled a finisher out of laziness. It's a natural part of me.
He points the camera back up at the mirror.
Phoenix: Do you know why you're not walking out of Helloween as the Alpha Champion? Do you know why you can't beat me? It's because I'm a better strategist. CJ Phoenix is more methodical than everyone else in this natch, including one Johnny Evil. You're a pretty good wrestler. Your shoots even pack a punch. You may have these other guys in the match worried, but not me. I see through your offense, and I know your weaknesses. You're a bull, John boy. You see something and you charge at it with the force of a wrecking ball.
A smile shoots across CJ's face.
Phoenix: I liked that tirade you went on about my Alpha Title. You resorted to the same low-brow Greek alphabet insults. There was the cliché "If you need a title to call yourself an alpha male, then you're a blah blah blah blah blah". Oh, and my favorite, all those times you said that I was the one that renamed the belt the Alpha Title. It just shows how dumb you are. Lemme give you some history about the title you're talking so much shit about, yet still want to win.
He zooms in on the reflection of the Alpha Title.
Phoenix: A few months back, there was a guy named Brent Alpine. He ended up with the United States title at Ultimate Showdown. About midways through August, Seth came out on Slam and HE decided to rename it the Alpha Title. HE came up with the concept of holding this belt for a shot at another belt. Not me. I just went out there and won the damn thing. I was never concerned about the name of the title. I wanted to build the prestige of this newly created belt. I wanted to make it into a title worth winning. That's why I came up with the Alpha Gauntlet. I could've been selfish and said "Ooooh I'm the Alpha Champion and the Alpha says that no one deserves a shot at my title". But I didn't, despite the fact that you and so many others assume that I feel like I need this belt to feel like an alpha male. I don't give a damn about that self-righteous bullshit. If anything, you're just trying to project your own insecurities onto me because I'm the champion. I never needed a title to define who I am. I'm raising the bar high with this match. I'm giving THREE guys the opportunity to have a title match at a Pay-Per-View. I can't say that you would be bold enough to do the same thing.
The timer passes the hour mark as CJ keeps running. He's fatigued, but be shakes it off.
Phoenix: Two weeks ago, you spent a good chunk of your promo bitching and moaning and complaining about being in a tag match with the other contenders. You kept talking about how you wasn't even gonna show up for the match because it didn't mean anything to you and yadda yadda yadda. What happens? You undermine ALL of that by actually showing up and competing! You have no conviction. Zero commitment! Am I supposed to expect for you to bring your "Alpha" game so to speak now that my title's on the line? I wonder what empty promises you're gonna bring to the table this time. You're gonna try to get some "respek" thrown on your name? Maybe you'll talk shit about more people going through hard times in their lives. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you parked in a handicap spot and tried to pick a fight with a guy in a wheelchair.
CJ stops the machine and steps off of it. He keeps the camera pointed at the mirror.
Oh, by the way, you have a decision to make. Because you won the Battle Royal back on the 9th, you get to decide what order you and the other contenders come out in to face me. I'll save you the trouble and let you know that I'll win regardless of your choice. However, in the spirit of shit stomping fairness, I'm gonna break down why no combination of you and those other pretenders will be enough to dethrone me. There are six of them, in case you guys can't count. Try to keep up.
*stomp*
Phoenix: One! You could match the way the Battle Royal ended and save yourself for last. That would mean it would be Kidd, Jason, then you. Best case for you, Kidd tires me out. Then, O'Neal annoys me into a near-coma-like state. Finally, you swoop in for the kill. Sounds great, right? Here's the problem. I just ran on that treadmill for over an hour, and I'm still standing. Kidd's high flying offense will only lead to him catching a Talon Kick in midair. That's gonna get the blood pumping for when O'Neal comes down that ramp. I might kick his head off his shoulders, and I'm not even exaggerating. He's gonna try all that flashy shit, and then the back of his skull will meet his spine. That just leaves you and me, buddy. Even after turning away two opponents, I will still have more than enough endurance and resilience to bring you to Spearfest and introduced you to its greatest attraction, the Talon Kick!
Phoenix: Maybe you'll switch out O'Neal with Kidd Krazzy. Maybe you think having O'Neal out first would mean that I would spend all of my energy pulverizing him. You'd be half right. I'd run through him like a marathon runner through a finish line. That won't change no matter when he comes out. The only difference is that I'll be even more fired up after beating him. Then you can watch me dismantle Kidd Krazzy like a lion tearing through a gazelle. By the time you drag your carcass down that ramp, I'll be hyped up and ready to tear your face off and kick your jaw into your brain.
He holds up two fingers.
Phoenix: So what about coming out second? On the bright side, it'll keep me from saying you're a complete coward by hiding behind two others. That's something. You can get a glimpse of me ripping through one of the other guys before you come out. Of course, the question would be who would you feed to me first? Do you try to rob me of the opportunity to shit stomp Jason O'Neal and providing once again that he is NOT the real deal? Or do you send him out so I can tear him to shreds before tearing you to shreds and then tearing Kidd to shreds? Tough choice.
CJ gets a cloth and cleans the treadmill he was on.
Phoenix: Hmmmmm...maybe you're a bold one. You might be dumb enough to come out first. Imagine that. Johnny Evil being silly enough to be the first one down the ramp. Do you think you can do it? Think you can knock off three foes in the same night without so much as a piss break in between? That's what I have to do Sunday. That what I WILL do Sunday. Sure, it might not be the same as winning six matches in a week like Corey Black did, but it's a start. It's a step in the right direction. A step towards my shot at the World Title.
Phoenix walks to the water cooler and fills one of the complementary paper cups with water. He then drinks the water immediately. Afterwards, he crushes the cup and tosses it to the ground. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head. He takes six cups and places them in two sets of three. Then, he points the camera at the cups.
Phoenix: Here's another reason why I'm gonna win Sunday and continue my 13 week journey as WCF Alpha Champion. I've been here before. I know what it takes to win a match like this. You know how I know? I've done it before. Two months ago, I stepped into the ring at a WCF Pay-Per-View. The Alpha Title was on the line, and I faced three guys who were hungry for the title. I told my people in Louisiana that I was bringing home gold, and I did. Not disappointment and shame like Jason O'Neal has. The three guys I faced are a lot like the three I faced back at Revenge.
He slides two of the cups to the side and places them next to each other.
Phoenix: The first was Dion Necurat. Some of you may know him. He's that gladiator guy that's a part of The Brotherhood now. When I see Kidd Krazzy, that's who I think of. Not from an in-ring perspective because Dion's almost twice the size of Kidd and a good foot or so taller than him as well. I mean from a background perspective. He was a lost puppy. Big fella with a lot of potential, but just not quite experienced or strategic enough to take that next step. The same applies to Kidd Krazzy. Winning hasn't really been his strong suit, but he hasn't given up. Because of that, his resiliency has landed him an Alpha Title match. Dion has definitely improved since our encounter at Revenge, and I can see Kidd Krazzy doing the same down the road. Who knows, he might be Kev's next recruit. Alas, he is destined to suffer the same fate that Necurat did.
He stomps on the cups, easily crushing them.
Phoenix: Stomped by the Phoenix.
He positions two more cups next to the already destroyed ones.
Phoenix: Next up, we have Jason O'Neal. His counterpart is obviously the Butcher, Baron Von Massaker. Why is it so obvious? Think about it. Both are arrogant, talkative pricks that spent most of their time trying to antagonize me. Does that mean that I should expect Jason to go find a skillet under the ring and start swinging for the fences? I don't think so, but it wouldn't surprise me. He might even try to attack me with a poster of me. Damn fanboy. Regardless, I pinned Massaker to win MY Alpha Title, and O'Neal will be one of the people I'll pin to keep it.
He raised his foot high in the air before stomping the pair of cups. He now moves the final two cups next to the other four.
Phoenix: That leaves just two. One from my past, and one in the present. Jordan Ciserano and Johnny Evil. When I was preparing to face Ciserano, I saw just how good he was. He's methodical. He gameplans for his opponents. He's one of the most technically sound guys on the roster. I knew he would be my biggest threat in that match. I prepared for him, just like I'm preparing for Johnny Evil. I know he's not one to take lightly despite his lack of conviction and inability to go beyond random babbling. I'm fully aware that under that blind rage is a cold, calculated summbitch. He's proven that he's worth being on my radar. Unfortunately for him, just like Jordy, I'm going to shoot Johnny Evil out of the sky and into the ground.
One more time, he stomps a pair of cups. He takes a moment to stare down the cups before he sits next to the half dozen crushed objects. His voice softens, but it's filled with seriousness. He holds his Alpha Title over the destroyed cups.
Phoenix: Here is your winner, and STILL your WCF Alpha Champion....C.....J.....Phoenix.
He shuts off the camera and tosses the smashed cups in the trash. He walks out and heads to his room. Meanwhile, Kaiyah is in a hot tub in the pool area. Her eyes are closed as she is clearing her mind. A smile slowly makes its way across her face. She is torn from her state of mental nirvana when she hears the sound of the door opening. She turns her head to see a blonde woman enter the area. She walks to the hot tub, but the camera doesn't catch her face.
Blonde: Room for one more?
Kaiyah: I don't see why not.
Blonde: Thanks.
She gets into the hot tub on the other side of Kaiyah. Her head tilts back slightly as she is enjoying the relaxation.
Blonde: Oh my God I needed this. I've been soooooo stressed out.
Kaiyah: I know how that feels. That's why I came in here.
Blonde: Same here. I've been so busy, I almost forgot what relaxation felt like. Um, can I get your name?
Kaiyah: I'm Kaiyah. Nice to meet you.
Blonde: Nice to meet you as well, Kaiyah. I'm Maria.
The camera finally reveals Maria's face, confirming that she's the same woman CJ saw on the beach in Hawaii. The screen fades to black afterwards.
