Post by James Wolf on Aug 7, 2018 6:54:45 GMT -5
A black screen and the letters slowly fade in to the screen in electric computer font it reads WCF All ACCESS.
We catch up with James Wolf after Slam in another exclusive footage for WCF DVD for a possible Slam anthology release.
The footage shows that James Wolf is destroying his locker room, hurling steel chairs, and slamming his fist into the wall after watching the replay of his match. He is obviously more than upset with the WCF, and how that match was structured, and what a cluster fuck it turned out to be. He had not lost his Cairo stone but that wasn't on his mind.
I am not one to spout off conspiracy theories, but the WCF had it in for me as soon as I was booked against Bonnie Blue last week. I never go out there to just run my opponent down without retaliation! I'm not happy with the way the made me look, and how Bonnie was made to look the end all, be all. It's complete Bullshit, and I'm letting the WCF powers that be know that. I go in for my contract extension for the WCF, and I don't want anybody seeing my business and this is the goddamn thanks I get! I'm going to burn the WCF down along with the rest of your roster because you do not fuck with me and make me look like a complete idiot. That's the last fucking time that happens. Bonnie Blue, what a complete waste of time, and talent! I want a goddamn rematch with Bonnie Blue some time in the near future, and I want it to a Downward Spiral match.
Here's how it works. We place cameras into a warehouse at an undisclosed location. This warehouse has three stories. There is cage lining all around the walls allowing us to climb up. Then we hook all of our favorite weapons on to the walls. Next the WCF rigs up enough explosive to kill an entire city. Then they gives us Thirty minutes to escape. We have to climb up one story at a time, and if you fall off you have to start over again. The object is to reach the hatch at the top and escape while the building explodes and crumbles upon your opponent. This case you. The sick fucking whore who thinks incest is fun to accuse other people of. So how about it Bonnie? Do you want to risk it all for your reputation? Or are you just a scared little bitch who can't follow through with anything she does! I'm game for this challenge, but I know you won't be because well you're scared of me. You need the WCF to make you look good while they make everybody else look like shit! I'm laying down the challenge, all you have to do is accept! The WCF can book it when ever the hell they want because as long as it happens I'll be fucking happy!
James then turns leaving a note placed inside his locker room. It say the WCF can foot the bill because he is not paying. Grabbing his gym bag he opens up his locker room door, and officially leaves the parking lot area. A limo pulls up and takes him back to the air port dropping him off. He walks inside the air port, and then goes over to the desk giving his return ticket to the employee there.
His carry on is added first, and then he is told he can board the plane. As he boards the plane he goes to his seat, and sits down leaning his head back against the seat. A few minutes later he drifts off to sleep.
Awakening he sees two big ornated Golden doors open, and as he steps through them he looks around seeing the fabled Valkyries of Norse lore, only this is not a fairy tale he was actually witnessing the Valkyrie as she was about to decide his fate. Would he going to Valhalla or would he be going to Folkvangr. Valhalla was Odin's Hall where he would train his soldiers every day, and then they would sit at a big long table enjoying mead that would forever quench your thirst, and you would bask in tales of triumph. This training would be eternal as you put on your armor, and then went to work preparing for Ragnarok. The end of the World where it was said it would be thend of the Gods, and new Gods would arise. Or there was Folkvangr. Freya's kingdom which was a world of peace although she needed an army for her own eternal battle. You would get to decide who you wanted there with you. The Valkyrie James was facing had big gray wings, and was carrying a long sword, and shield. She was as beautiful as she was deadly. With her sword she pointed over toward Freya. The plane melted away as what was thought to be the plane turbulence was actually your front row ticket to something out of the ordinary.
Freya's kindom was one big field that spanned as many football fields as you wanted to imagine. Her hall was in a big temple affixed in the middle of the land. This was a land of peace except for the part were you would be her ally in battle. The field was green and alive. It would never need to be farmed, and there would be fruit, and vegetables a plenty for all who were there. Freya would also teach the secrets of witch craft to anybody who wanted to learn. Odin's wife was very beautiful, and also knowledgeable. She had a chariot that was manned by two cats. She would rescue the dead, and take them back to her kingdom. It was also said she liked beautiful people but it was also true she probably liked people who were to find their inner peace. The saga's didn't tell us much but now being in this place was truly something special, and then from out of the distance a voice spoke.
"Return!"
That sense of falling in an endless abyss returned, and suddenly I wake up in a cold sweat. My plane has arrived and I get to be back home in Memphis after a very long while. Was I burned out and dreaming, or was what I witnessed real. For those unaware my religion was heathenry, and I could have gotten a glimpse of where I was going which would be nice because at least I wasn't turned away in order to complete some unfilled promise in order to get in.
I get off the plane, and head to the baggage claim. After I get my bag, I am tapped on the shoulder by the most unfamiliar of people. My daughter has come to pick me up, and take me back home. My wife Morrigan usually did this but it was nice to see my daughter Simara after such a long absence.
"Sorry dad, mom has the flu, so I had to come and get you today. I hope you had a good flight. It's been a busy day, but its still good to see you. How was work?"
I don't want to talk about it. Not only was it a bad day but I had a melt down from hell that I felt was justified. I went to the front office about some of my concerns but I'll probably have to handle it myself because that is how the real world works. Let's just go home so I can relax, and take care of your mother.
That really sucks dad. I hope things at work turn around and get better for you!
Me too. Just be happy you didn't break into the business, and you do something else for a living. Politics inside the business are a fucking bitch, and when that works against you there's not much you can do other than either take it or quit. I've never had any quit in me, and this week I have to shrug it off, and prepare for the next match. There's always something else!
Okay, well I see you traveled light so now we can get out of here.
The two then turn and walk through the air port, until they reach the exit doors. Simara's purple Chevy Colorado crew cab is there waiting on them. James puts his gym bag in the back, as he opens the passenger door, and gets inside. Simara gets in the drivers seat, and soon they are off. ?It's really only thirty minutes from Memphis International Air Port, to where James, and Simara live. Simara had recently bought a house, and it had a guest house in the back where her folks could come visit her.
As they arrive Simara parks her truck inside the drive way. James gets out of the truck also grabbing his gym bag. He carries it around the back to the drive to the guest house opening the door, and taking some time just to relax. It's not long however because he gets up, and opens the door to the bed room to see his sick wife. Looking around he places his hand over the camera as it fades to black. He apparently doesn't want to go through the motions of having people see something so personal.
We catch up with James Wolf after Slam in another exclusive footage for WCF DVD for a possible Slam anthology release.
The footage shows that James Wolf is destroying his locker room, hurling steel chairs, and slamming his fist into the wall after watching the replay of his match. He is obviously more than upset with the WCF, and how that match was structured, and what a cluster fuck it turned out to be. He had not lost his Cairo stone but that wasn't on his mind.
I am not one to spout off conspiracy theories, but the WCF had it in for me as soon as I was booked against Bonnie Blue last week. I never go out there to just run my opponent down without retaliation! I'm not happy with the way the made me look, and how Bonnie was made to look the end all, be all. It's complete Bullshit, and I'm letting the WCF powers that be know that. I go in for my contract extension for the WCF, and I don't want anybody seeing my business and this is the goddamn thanks I get! I'm going to burn the WCF down along with the rest of your roster because you do not fuck with me and make me look like a complete idiot. That's the last fucking time that happens. Bonnie Blue, what a complete waste of time, and talent! I want a goddamn rematch with Bonnie Blue some time in the near future, and I want it to a Downward Spiral match.
Here's how it works. We place cameras into a warehouse at an undisclosed location. This warehouse has three stories. There is cage lining all around the walls allowing us to climb up. Then we hook all of our favorite weapons on to the walls. Next the WCF rigs up enough explosive to kill an entire city. Then they gives us Thirty minutes to escape. We have to climb up one story at a time, and if you fall off you have to start over again. The object is to reach the hatch at the top and escape while the building explodes and crumbles upon your opponent. This case you. The sick fucking whore who thinks incest is fun to accuse other people of. So how about it Bonnie? Do you want to risk it all for your reputation? Or are you just a scared little bitch who can't follow through with anything she does! I'm game for this challenge, but I know you won't be because well you're scared of me. You need the WCF to make you look good while they make everybody else look like shit! I'm laying down the challenge, all you have to do is accept! The WCF can book it when ever the hell they want because as long as it happens I'll be fucking happy!
James then turns leaving a note placed inside his locker room. It say the WCF can foot the bill because he is not paying. Grabbing his gym bag he opens up his locker room door, and officially leaves the parking lot area. A limo pulls up and takes him back to the air port dropping him off. He walks inside the air port, and then goes over to the desk giving his return ticket to the employee there.
His carry on is added first, and then he is told he can board the plane. As he boards the plane he goes to his seat, and sits down leaning his head back against the seat. A few minutes later he drifts off to sleep.
Awakening he sees two big ornated Golden doors open, and as he steps through them he looks around seeing the fabled Valkyries of Norse lore, only this is not a fairy tale he was actually witnessing the Valkyrie as she was about to decide his fate. Would he going to Valhalla or would he be going to Folkvangr. Valhalla was Odin's Hall where he would train his soldiers every day, and then they would sit at a big long table enjoying mead that would forever quench your thirst, and you would bask in tales of triumph. This training would be eternal as you put on your armor, and then went to work preparing for Ragnarok. The end of the World where it was said it would be thend of the Gods, and new Gods would arise. Or there was Folkvangr. Freya's kingdom which was a world of peace although she needed an army for her own eternal battle. You would get to decide who you wanted there with you. The Valkyrie James was facing had big gray wings, and was carrying a long sword, and shield. She was as beautiful as she was deadly. With her sword she pointed over toward Freya. The plane melted away as what was thought to be the plane turbulence was actually your front row ticket to something out of the ordinary.
Freya's kindom was one big field that spanned as many football fields as you wanted to imagine. Her hall was in a big temple affixed in the middle of the land. This was a land of peace except for the part were you would be her ally in battle. The field was green and alive. It would never need to be farmed, and there would be fruit, and vegetables a plenty for all who were there. Freya would also teach the secrets of witch craft to anybody who wanted to learn. Odin's wife was very beautiful, and also knowledgeable. She had a chariot that was manned by two cats. She would rescue the dead, and take them back to her kingdom. It was also said she liked beautiful people but it was also true she probably liked people who were to find their inner peace. The saga's didn't tell us much but now being in this place was truly something special, and then from out of the distance a voice spoke.
"Return!"
That sense of falling in an endless abyss returned, and suddenly I wake up in a cold sweat. My plane has arrived and I get to be back home in Memphis after a very long while. Was I burned out and dreaming, or was what I witnessed real. For those unaware my religion was heathenry, and I could have gotten a glimpse of where I was going which would be nice because at least I wasn't turned away in order to complete some unfilled promise in order to get in.
I get off the plane, and head to the baggage claim. After I get my bag, I am tapped on the shoulder by the most unfamiliar of people. My daughter has come to pick me up, and take me back home. My wife Morrigan usually did this but it was nice to see my daughter Simara after such a long absence.
"Sorry dad, mom has the flu, so I had to come and get you today. I hope you had a good flight. It's been a busy day, but its still good to see you. How was work?"
I don't want to talk about it. Not only was it a bad day but I had a melt down from hell that I felt was justified. I went to the front office about some of my concerns but I'll probably have to handle it myself because that is how the real world works. Let's just go home so I can relax, and take care of your mother.
That really sucks dad. I hope things at work turn around and get better for you!
Me too. Just be happy you didn't break into the business, and you do something else for a living. Politics inside the business are a fucking bitch, and when that works against you there's not much you can do other than either take it or quit. I've never had any quit in me, and this week I have to shrug it off, and prepare for the next match. There's always something else!
Okay, well I see you traveled light so now we can get out of here.
The two then turn and walk through the air port, until they reach the exit doors. Simara's purple Chevy Colorado crew cab is there waiting on them. James puts his gym bag in the back, as he opens the passenger door, and gets inside. Simara gets in the drivers seat, and soon they are off. ?It's really only thirty minutes from Memphis International Air Port, to where James, and Simara live. Simara had recently bought a house, and it had a guest house in the back where her folks could come visit her.
As they arrive Simara parks her truck inside the drive way. James gets out of the truck also grabbing his gym bag. He carries it around the back to the drive to the guest house opening the door, and taking some time just to relax. It's not long however because he gets up, and opens the door to the bed room to see his sick wife. Looking around he places his hand over the camera as it fades to black. He apparently doesn't want to go through the motions of having people see something so personal.
