Post by James Wolf on Nov 28, 2018 23:44:09 GMT -5
"The WCF just received a shit ton of complaints regarding that little stunt you pulled regarding Stephen King and his death. Speaking of the legend, he is not dead as of this writing any way. So you might enjoying "poking the bear" but I suggest you quit while you're ahead or else you might not like the road you've started to travel on!"
James is standing beside his answering machine as he listens intently to the following message. He then immediately presses the delete button erasing it.
Stephen King!? What has that crusty old fuck ever given us beside Maximum Overdrive? The best thing for his legacy would be to keel over and croak before he ruins any more of his so called "intellectual properties"
James said this mockingly and also with absolute disgust. But at least he was successful at sending Estrella Luiz back to Mexico. Given that he was an extreme asshole he would actually send her a response after he took care of this so called threat Vincent Augustine. On paper his name didn't seem so threatening, and the fact that his man actually quit, and then he returned, well James was going to make his return the worst choice possible.
Vincent Augustine,
Welcome back to the WCF you stupid bastard! I don't know the reasons why you left to begin with. Maybe it was a confidence problem. Or maybe you got that hooker pregnant after the last event at Slam, and you needed to prove you could actually be a father without having the pitter patter of little bastard feet running around. Either way the only thing I'm interested in is to see whether you have enough talent to get through the match, and then continue on afterward. Progress is progress. Whether you have your ups or downs doesn't matter. Fuck your reputation in this bitch! The WCF fluctuates more than the goddamn stock market! I guess you'd have to have money to understand that analogy. Being flat broke doesn't help you which is also why you probably returned. Corey Black owed you some royalty checks! Maybe? Who the fuck knows because I simply don't give a flying fuck! Rest be assured I'm going to be out in that ring for Payback, and you're my target. Every shot I deliver will not miss!
At that thought James then pauses for a moment. He then takes out his cell phone and on his voice mail he has received several voice mails. Holding the phone up to his ear; all the voice mails are of the WCF notifying him that Vincent Augustine has posted a promo, and perhaps he should take a look at it. James scoffs aloud as he deletes those voice mails. Sighing he then decides to take a look at the promo of Vincent Augustine just out of sheer curiosity.
Walking down the hall way you feel like you're on an extended episode of "MTV Cribs" as we seem to be taking a very lengthy walk with the camera following behind. We finally reach the theater room of James Wolf. This damn thing is state of the art, and could house at least thirty people if they were invited. All stadium seating with seats that were so comfortable you wouldn't find them any where else. They all reclined too. The best part about this theater room is that its commissioned to show the movies they show now. However, James was so picky about what he watched that he rarely used this room unless it was to watch film from his opponents. James was going to get to be a film critic concerning Vincent Augustine. James loaded up the WCF digital as the feature began.
From a critics point of a view James was reviewing this promo like it was an actual movie. On part with a Marvel movie, or any other horror movie we would go see at the movies. As a split screen shows us his reactions so far he is not impressed by the story so far. He keeps scratching his head, but then stops as he continues to watch. Getting another reaction we see that James immediately starts laughing his ass off as if he knows exactly what was coming. As the promo came to a close James sat there dumb founded and bewildered. He then stood, and shut down his theater room, and came back into the hall way.
Goddamn that was a shitty movie! I cannot believe I wasted time in my theater room to view that garbage! That story telling in that movie reminded me of somebody! Do you know who it was? Am I going to say Stephen King? No! There is a man who has a movie coming out in January. A sequel to tie the rest of the sequels together. A movie franchise so fucking worn out you'd think it was Mama Mustache modeling for the Hooters Calendar! We know how goddamn scary that would be! This man's name is M. Night Shamalan. He came out with this movie called "The Village" several years back. I felt like I was watching "The Village" when I was in the theater room. Was that a sequel? Because that was the most pathetic thing I've seen in quite awhile. I mean let's be honest. All you need is Kennedy Matthews losing her TV Title to end that shit and you have a bonafide flop on your hands! What the fuck was the name of this movie? I completely missed the title, and the credits. Whoever had a hand in this should be fired immediately! Is this what the WCF calls talent? Short webisodes of bullshit that would put everybody to sleep? I guess I should thank what's his face.
James takes a look at who he is facing, and then speaks.
Vincent Augustine....
Vincent if that is what you would call your acting debut I'd just go ahead and blow my brains out right now! I'm sorry to be that harsh when phrasing your fuck you to the WCF, and your entry into Hollywood but let's be frank here. We're on the Payback card to wrestle, and damn near kill each other. This isn't a forest documentary or whatever the fuck you were using the camera for! That actor who was playing you has a bad rug, and needs better costuming options! Who the fuck was that kid? Was he suppose to be your son, or was that some sort of metaphor that it was you? Vincent, I'm missing the message of your little movie short! Was there some kind of message directed at me? Usually these things are hit or miss, and you definitely missed the fucking mark! However I have a message for you, and its not contained in a little movie short that's so boring it puts you to sleep. It's not so convoluted that all those Hollywood pricks would nominate it for being new and interesting. I'm not coming to hand out any awards though. So you can save that for your next dream sequence! Get in touch with the inner kid some other time! Your movie sucks! I give it a big fat fucking F! Just like I know your performance at Payback will be a big fat fucking F! I, will however give a five star performance, while also giving the middle finger to everybody else. I've been through the fire, and reborn a new monster! At Payback Vincent not only will I haunt your dreams but I will be your fucking nightmare! There is no escape, and next time you'll know to be more creative because I can see right through you Vincent, and just like the WCF I'm not fucking impressed!
James then takes the walk down the extensive hallway when stops and then gives a sly smile. Even though he doesn't have to do it he is going to respond to Estrella Luiz. Add insult to injury after beating her last week.
Estrella, you came to America for a better opportunity in wrestling, but I took that from you when I put you down with the Reign of Terror! Which is a Russian Crucifix Power bomb! If the Russians can be trusted for anything it was developing the move in which I put your little frail ass away with! Are you still hurting from it? I bet you are! Ran your little cock sucker, and it made no difference at all! I'm nobodies punching bag Estrella! I go through my highs, and lows just like everybody else here. Yourself included! Interesting that you'd leave out the obvious truth but I'm not surprised. That's a staple of you, and the company you keep! I beat your ass! That garners me plenty of respect. I've fought, and failed. But there cannot be success without some failure. As much as I hate it that is apart of life. You found out I'm not any less dangerous than I was at War. That's what happens when you take some body for granted. They turn right around and surprise you. Send you back wondering where it all went wrong! Apparently I'm not a nobody! I could have told you that before the match even existed. I've quoted myself to death but I will do it again. I'm a former multiple time World Champion. I made my living, and my accolades outside of the WCF! Yes, you're just making yourself look like more of an idiot than I could. I'm an asshole but at least I'm honest! You, and the rest of the WCF don't have to like it, or even respect it. You're forced to deal with it though. You'll always be forced to deal with it! I don't know why everybody brings the President in this. They feel it makes them a bigger heel to do so. So in keeping with that theme I no longer support President Trump! I would whip his old ass all over Washington if he came my way!
Fuck you, and Fuck Mexico! Fuck your dear old dad rotting in his grave! I hope you continue to tarnish his memory with your little experience in the WCF. And if he isn't dead yet he should be! I really don't give a flying fuck who you pity! I'm no bigot but I see I did my job of getting under your skin and this little response should be no different. You didn't beat me. You humiliated yourself, and your home land, and its music to my ears! Mexico must stand for the land of weak spirits! I bet that just doesn't sit well with you! With what America is suppose to stand for. However it's my American Dream to be as real, and unfiltered as possible. I'm done holding back. Done with acceptance from everybody. Fuck the twitter shit! You'll never see me on it again! I'm sticking to business. Come out, kick ass, and leave! If you don't like it you know where to address me. Where it fucking matters, and where it counts! Estrella, you're such a stupid bitch its pitiful! The death of my career!? It sounded good but trying to sound tough is harder when you're faced against the man who is going to beat you down and leave you for dead. While you're where ever nursing your injuries I hope you have a better PPV. You know keep that foot out of your mouth for awhile! Lol, you tried to assassinate me and you failed. You can't kill my career. In fact nobody in the WCF can do that! That's hilarious and you've all ready made my night! You need to learn to be less gullible. I've got more mind games to play and you easily fall for every single one of them! It's too easy and I'm loving it! How does it feel to be a liar? To set all those lofty goals, and then fail miserably? Come on! Eat that humble pie Estrella!
That mask should scare me? It might scare Vincent Augustine. Since he seemingly wants to make shitty independent horror movies. Maybe you two can start a tag team and call it "Epic Fail" because that would be a moment in time nobody would forget! That mask is surely afraid of me too! The power that was in that mask decided to take a vacation for a week, and it apparently showed how you cannot stand on your own two feet like I can! That dark entity is nothing. You should have told me you had a cursed mask before. I would have had Guinness World Book of Records come out so they could officially go out of business. Beyond that you can keep your cursed mask, and that dark entity who seems to do you no good. You were my punching bag, and while not a stepping stone I did step all over you, and it felt fantastic! You did make me feel sorry for ever stepping into a WCF ring! You looked so stupid that I had to do the right thing and put you out of your misery. I did that! I'm standing tall! You weren't much of a challenge or a threat! Your family is probably getting ready to say "we told you so"
I may be 39 but I haven't lost a step and I can still kick ass with the best of them! You were not one of the best either Estrella. The truth hurts! Better learn to deal with it now! Keep donning that mask! Since its cursed you can go on a losing streak, and then blame everybody but yourself! The dead don't speak. It's roughly pointless to honor them. Take that as your lesson because if you attempt to come after me again I'm going to say and do worse things than that first match. Know your place, and take your fucking loss like a champ!
James then hears the door bell ring. As he heads over to see who is at the door we immediately fade to black.
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OOC Banter: Going through some shit so this was my therapy creatively. Hope everybody has a good PPV
James is standing beside his answering machine as he listens intently to the following message. He then immediately presses the delete button erasing it.
Stephen King!? What has that crusty old fuck ever given us beside Maximum Overdrive? The best thing for his legacy would be to keel over and croak before he ruins any more of his so called "intellectual properties"
James said this mockingly and also with absolute disgust. But at least he was successful at sending Estrella Luiz back to Mexico. Given that he was an extreme asshole he would actually send her a response after he took care of this so called threat Vincent Augustine. On paper his name didn't seem so threatening, and the fact that his man actually quit, and then he returned, well James was going to make his return the worst choice possible.
Vincent Augustine,
Welcome back to the WCF you stupid bastard! I don't know the reasons why you left to begin with. Maybe it was a confidence problem. Or maybe you got that hooker pregnant after the last event at Slam, and you needed to prove you could actually be a father without having the pitter patter of little bastard feet running around. Either way the only thing I'm interested in is to see whether you have enough talent to get through the match, and then continue on afterward. Progress is progress. Whether you have your ups or downs doesn't matter. Fuck your reputation in this bitch! The WCF fluctuates more than the goddamn stock market! I guess you'd have to have money to understand that analogy. Being flat broke doesn't help you which is also why you probably returned. Corey Black owed you some royalty checks! Maybe? Who the fuck knows because I simply don't give a flying fuck! Rest be assured I'm going to be out in that ring for Payback, and you're my target. Every shot I deliver will not miss!
At that thought James then pauses for a moment. He then takes out his cell phone and on his voice mail he has received several voice mails. Holding the phone up to his ear; all the voice mails are of the WCF notifying him that Vincent Augustine has posted a promo, and perhaps he should take a look at it. James scoffs aloud as he deletes those voice mails. Sighing he then decides to take a look at the promo of Vincent Augustine just out of sheer curiosity.
Walking down the hall way you feel like you're on an extended episode of "MTV Cribs" as we seem to be taking a very lengthy walk with the camera following behind. We finally reach the theater room of James Wolf. This damn thing is state of the art, and could house at least thirty people if they were invited. All stadium seating with seats that were so comfortable you wouldn't find them any where else. They all reclined too. The best part about this theater room is that its commissioned to show the movies they show now. However, James was so picky about what he watched that he rarely used this room unless it was to watch film from his opponents. James was going to get to be a film critic concerning Vincent Augustine. James loaded up the WCF digital as the feature began.
From a critics point of a view James was reviewing this promo like it was an actual movie. On part with a Marvel movie, or any other horror movie we would go see at the movies. As a split screen shows us his reactions so far he is not impressed by the story so far. He keeps scratching his head, but then stops as he continues to watch. Getting another reaction we see that James immediately starts laughing his ass off as if he knows exactly what was coming. As the promo came to a close James sat there dumb founded and bewildered. He then stood, and shut down his theater room, and came back into the hall way.
Goddamn that was a shitty movie! I cannot believe I wasted time in my theater room to view that garbage! That story telling in that movie reminded me of somebody! Do you know who it was? Am I going to say Stephen King? No! There is a man who has a movie coming out in January. A sequel to tie the rest of the sequels together. A movie franchise so fucking worn out you'd think it was Mama Mustache modeling for the Hooters Calendar! We know how goddamn scary that would be! This man's name is M. Night Shamalan. He came out with this movie called "The Village" several years back. I felt like I was watching "The Village" when I was in the theater room. Was that a sequel? Because that was the most pathetic thing I've seen in quite awhile. I mean let's be honest. All you need is Kennedy Matthews losing her TV Title to end that shit and you have a bonafide flop on your hands! What the fuck was the name of this movie? I completely missed the title, and the credits. Whoever had a hand in this should be fired immediately! Is this what the WCF calls talent? Short webisodes of bullshit that would put everybody to sleep? I guess I should thank what's his face.
James takes a look at who he is facing, and then speaks.
Vincent Augustine....
Vincent if that is what you would call your acting debut I'd just go ahead and blow my brains out right now! I'm sorry to be that harsh when phrasing your fuck you to the WCF, and your entry into Hollywood but let's be frank here. We're on the Payback card to wrestle, and damn near kill each other. This isn't a forest documentary or whatever the fuck you were using the camera for! That actor who was playing you has a bad rug, and needs better costuming options! Who the fuck was that kid? Was he suppose to be your son, or was that some sort of metaphor that it was you? Vincent, I'm missing the message of your little movie short! Was there some kind of message directed at me? Usually these things are hit or miss, and you definitely missed the fucking mark! However I have a message for you, and its not contained in a little movie short that's so boring it puts you to sleep. It's not so convoluted that all those Hollywood pricks would nominate it for being new and interesting. I'm not coming to hand out any awards though. So you can save that for your next dream sequence! Get in touch with the inner kid some other time! Your movie sucks! I give it a big fat fucking F! Just like I know your performance at Payback will be a big fat fucking F! I, will however give a five star performance, while also giving the middle finger to everybody else. I've been through the fire, and reborn a new monster! At Payback Vincent not only will I haunt your dreams but I will be your fucking nightmare! There is no escape, and next time you'll know to be more creative because I can see right through you Vincent, and just like the WCF I'm not fucking impressed!
James then takes the walk down the extensive hallway when stops and then gives a sly smile. Even though he doesn't have to do it he is going to respond to Estrella Luiz. Add insult to injury after beating her last week.
Estrella, you came to America for a better opportunity in wrestling, but I took that from you when I put you down with the Reign of Terror! Which is a Russian Crucifix Power bomb! If the Russians can be trusted for anything it was developing the move in which I put your little frail ass away with! Are you still hurting from it? I bet you are! Ran your little cock sucker, and it made no difference at all! I'm nobodies punching bag Estrella! I go through my highs, and lows just like everybody else here. Yourself included! Interesting that you'd leave out the obvious truth but I'm not surprised. That's a staple of you, and the company you keep! I beat your ass! That garners me plenty of respect. I've fought, and failed. But there cannot be success without some failure. As much as I hate it that is apart of life. You found out I'm not any less dangerous than I was at War. That's what happens when you take some body for granted. They turn right around and surprise you. Send you back wondering where it all went wrong! Apparently I'm not a nobody! I could have told you that before the match even existed. I've quoted myself to death but I will do it again. I'm a former multiple time World Champion. I made my living, and my accolades outside of the WCF! Yes, you're just making yourself look like more of an idiot than I could. I'm an asshole but at least I'm honest! You, and the rest of the WCF don't have to like it, or even respect it. You're forced to deal with it though. You'll always be forced to deal with it! I don't know why everybody brings the President in this. They feel it makes them a bigger heel to do so. So in keeping with that theme I no longer support President Trump! I would whip his old ass all over Washington if he came my way!
Fuck you, and Fuck Mexico! Fuck your dear old dad rotting in his grave! I hope you continue to tarnish his memory with your little experience in the WCF. And if he isn't dead yet he should be! I really don't give a flying fuck who you pity! I'm no bigot but I see I did my job of getting under your skin and this little response should be no different. You didn't beat me. You humiliated yourself, and your home land, and its music to my ears! Mexico must stand for the land of weak spirits! I bet that just doesn't sit well with you! With what America is suppose to stand for. However it's my American Dream to be as real, and unfiltered as possible. I'm done holding back. Done with acceptance from everybody. Fuck the twitter shit! You'll never see me on it again! I'm sticking to business. Come out, kick ass, and leave! If you don't like it you know where to address me. Where it fucking matters, and where it counts! Estrella, you're such a stupid bitch its pitiful! The death of my career!? It sounded good but trying to sound tough is harder when you're faced against the man who is going to beat you down and leave you for dead. While you're where ever nursing your injuries I hope you have a better PPV. You know keep that foot out of your mouth for awhile! Lol, you tried to assassinate me and you failed. You can't kill my career. In fact nobody in the WCF can do that! That's hilarious and you've all ready made my night! You need to learn to be less gullible. I've got more mind games to play and you easily fall for every single one of them! It's too easy and I'm loving it! How does it feel to be a liar? To set all those lofty goals, and then fail miserably? Come on! Eat that humble pie Estrella!
That mask should scare me? It might scare Vincent Augustine. Since he seemingly wants to make shitty independent horror movies. Maybe you two can start a tag team and call it "Epic Fail" because that would be a moment in time nobody would forget! That mask is surely afraid of me too! The power that was in that mask decided to take a vacation for a week, and it apparently showed how you cannot stand on your own two feet like I can! That dark entity is nothing. You should have told me you had a cursed mask before. I would have had Guinness World Book of Records come out so they could officially go out of business. Beyond that you can keep your cursed mask, and that dark entity who seems to do you no good. You were my punching bag, and while not a stepping stone I did step all over you, and it felt fantastic! You did make me feel sorry for ever stepping into a WCF ring! You looked so stupid that I had to do the right thing and put you out of your misery. I did that! I'm standing tall! You weren't much of a challenge or a threat! Your family is probably getting ready to say "we told you so"
I may be 39 but I haven't lost a step and I can still kick ass with the best of them! You were not one of the best either Estrella. The truth hurts! Better learn to deal with it now! Keep donning that mask! Since its cursed you can go on a losing streak, and then blame everybody but yourself! The dead don't speak. It's roughly pointless to honor them. Take that as your lesson because if you attempt to come after me again I'm going to say and do worse things than that first match. Know your place, and take your fucking loss like a champ!
James then hears the door bell ring. As he heads over to see who is at the door we immediately fade to black.
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OOC Banter: Going through some shit so this was my therapy creatively. Hope everybody has a good PPV
