Post by James Wolf on Dec 7, 2018 12:17:22 GMT -5
12:00 AM
The Previous Morning
We notice James Wolf just getting in from a flight before he is scheduled to turn right back around for Monday Night Slam. This week he'll be up against one "Jazzy" John McCarty.
The WCF has recorded that James lost to Vincent Augustine but that wasn't the reality. Not the reality that mattered. In this world of competition was there really any winners and losers like they wanted you to believe? Fuck no there weren't! The reality actually was James Wolf won that match. Every match he takes he wins regardless of the outcome they want to push on you! Regardless of what the WCF roster thinks, or the tools who run the WCF think. There would be no more earning anything! As a wrestler you had to take the approach that you take it! You have to take the opportunity, and steal it away from the next person who is just aching to be successful at your expense. This was the actual reality of the match he lost. It costs him a championship opportunity, and there were only two real championships one could hold before moving into the Main Event scene. One being the Television Championship, and the other being the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Both of the WCF titles were almost virtually the same. Except one was anything goes, and the other one was sanctioned to be defended on "TV" but technically the TV Title would be exempt from Pay Per Views as this wasn't really a Television Event. Regardless it was still on the line making the question why have both belts? Surely the Hardcore title should be enough. It could be defended 24/7, and on both Television, and PPV's. Yet that was not the case. If a title was going to replace the Television Title make it something unique or something traditional. Surely Corey Black could pick a title that would be suited to the WCF! The WCF had its own reality but now they were going to be living in my reality. The reality where I take everything I want, and that reality begins at Monday Night Slam.
The fall out of Payback was happening as we working our way to One. John Rabid and Bonnie Blue were now an item. Buff Mustache could be heard crying in a corner because all of his hopes and dreams to take Bonnie as a bride were now gone!
Rabid, and Bonnie probably thought they were invincible but nothing could be further from the truth.
Welcome to a new reality! It now begins during the fall out of Pay Back. I'm taking everything I want! That earning bullshit is just a myth! I've been working for how long? I've been breaking my break in this ring for how long? What have I gotten in return to show for it? I'll tell you what, I haven't gotten a goddamned thing because the WCF show runners can't see real talent when it walks through the door! I use to be a believer. I use to believe the myth. That you'd always have something to show for everything you earned. But now the WCF has shown me a different reality. That no matter how hard you work the only thing you're going to get is fucked out of that opportunity, and all you are left with is going back and working even harder to get back where you were. So I'm not earning a title shot. I'm taking one, and I'm going to make my presence known and felt until I get exactly what I've always wanted. Remember you've pushed me this far! I know everybody has a memory and they love to throw shit in your face all the time but your memory better disappear like a black out drunk on a bad night! This is not an act, and this will not fade with time. This is a long standing approach, and it has been boiling over for awhile. It has now boiled over, and what we are left with is something that should have always been at the surface. Giving this place a chance! What a fucking joke! I have news for the WCF, and everybody it represents. Get ready for a whole new level of terror! On your roster, and on your championship divisions, and on everything you hold sacred! I'm showing it through my actions. The WCF, and its roster fucking disgusts me! The championship divisions disgust me, and its through this disgust where I will destroy everything the WCF stands for. I am the truth nobody dares to see, and that truth will be dealt out with a fury you've never seen! My opponent is a non believer, and as a non believer he has to be punished! His eyes are clouded, his heart deluded, and his existence is fading. I will keep him here a little bit longer. I will now speak his name so everybody knows there is now a target placed directly on his chest. Like an arrow that needs to be directed there! "Jazzy" John McCarty you are my next victim on a long list of people who should be hanged publicly!
An attack... where is this attack going to be directed? There were obviously two places that it could occur. One is the Television Championship which doesn't seem like the right place because that is the division where every body gets screwed out of their opportunity whether they deserve it or not. Or the Hardcore Title division that is severely under rated. It would be the perfect place to start, and to immediately conquer.
It's a cold night and we can see that James is in his winter clothes. A big heavy leather coat with winter gloves, and also a knit hat to keep his ears warm. In the background you can see bridge connecting Memphis to Arkansas all bright and lit up. Signifying that he is in downtown Memphis. At Tom Lee Park he is very close to the Pyramid in which they turned in to a big Bass Pro Shop. It would make sense with all of their outrageous prices inside the store. That location had some added perks to it like a bowling alley inside. Terrific if you didn't mind never getting to use the lanes. Call it being cynical or just being a realist this is where the promo for John McCarty is going to take place. In downtown Memphis at Tom Lee Park.
McCarty,
I'm the very last man you'd want or need to piss off! There's this old saying I've heard before. It goes like this. A man with nothing to lose is dangerous. But that's a lie. That man is not dangerous. He is just a man who has lost everything. A man with everything to lose will at least fight for it. He'll work his fingers to the bone not to lose everything. Which one are you John? Do you still believe the myths, and the lies the WCF levies at you as you walk down the hall to your locker room? Do you believe the people who say one thing but actually mean something else? I'm guessing you're the man whose still humble, who actually believes that his career matters here in the WCF. That there is no wrong direction with so many paths that you can actually choose. Am I right? You don't have to tell me I'm right because I all ready know that I am right! You had an opportunity at the WCF Television Title, and you failed! Much like myself it would seem that the TV Title is not destined to be within my grasp. Now you have to watch another man take your opportunity away from you! How does that make you feel, and don't feed me some company line that the WCF scripted for you! You, John have made the fatal mistake of pissing me off even more than necessary. Your little comment about the only way I'm going to beat your ass is if we were gay porn stars. Did you find that comment funny? Because I didn't find it funny, or hilarious. Because of that comment I'm going to pour even more hatred onto you in that ring. If I could have my way and the ring would all ready have exposed turn buckles I would bash your face into every single one of them until you had to have reconstructive face surgery. Then I would hope that it was so bad you had complications from the surgery. That way I could always remember your abstract face. That I did that to you. So you could never forget! Even if I don't get my way isn't it the thought that counts? So I all ready have a trophy sitting in my imagination!
John, let me ask you a serious question for a moment. One that I'm sure you'll jump at the bit to answer. What is your fascination with gay porn? More importantly what is your fascination with gay porn stars? I thought you were suppose to be jazzed up, and not jizzed on! What you do behind closed doors is your business with your little gay Jazz concerts. Wait, am I seeing a pattern developing here? I'm sure you'll deny it, and you'll hope people forget you made the comment in any way. You have foot in the mouth disease, and can't help saying shit you shouldn't! I'm sure there are a few on the WCF roster who will come save you from yourself. However there is nobody to save you from the onslaught of traditional wrestling I have for you. To maim you is my number one goal. So you're next career is wheel chair basketball because wheel chair wrestling hasn't been developed yet. That would be a pretty fucked up sport too when you stop, and think about it! Although absolutely nothing surprises me any more! John, you seem pretty confident in your abilities. So much so that you're confident you are going to beat me at Monday Night Slam. Now I hate to squash your confidence but nothing could be further from the truth. You have a snow ball's chance in hell of beating me. You can practice in the mirror about how tough you are, and how you will beat me but the reality is this. You cannot, and you will not! You can ask me how I'm so sure of myself while doubting you. My answer is this. You make it too easy. You're an easy target. You're like a moving target where I can hit the bulls eye every single time. That's what type of a challenge you present. All you have to do is ask Teo Blaze. While he may have said you had a bright future I beg to differ. There is no future for a man like you because the WCF will hold you down at every opportunity possible. I will hold you back as well. I'm the new WCF and I take no prisoners. You have as much opportunity at beating me as George Herbert Walker Bush has in coming back to life. Just in case you don't know the answer to that. The answer is NEVER! You'll just be another faded memory like George H.W. Bush will! Next you'll call me tasteless for pointing out the obvious. I'll be hated by the WCF roster, and its powers that be for getting "heat" in any shape or form that I wanted. They already hate me and them putting me against you is a sign they want me to beat you almost to death. Face it John; you don't have the talent to beat me, and you don't have the will to over come me either. Better ship your ass off to Boot Hill where you can join the rest of the legends that have failed! You might say I'm digging my own grave but nothing could be further from the truth. I'm doing what's necessary. What nobody else will do. What nobody else can say. I've never had a filter and I'm done holding back! What do you have that is actually threatening to me John? You have absolutely nothing. Go on tell me I'm wrong! I'm not wrong because I'm absolutely correct on everything I'm saying.
Present Day
Bonnie Blue, and John Rabid... might as well say they're co World Champions. Nobody saw it coming, and they're both in love. Well until their relationship falls apart when the World Title comes in between them. Then John Rabid will get his heart broken, and he will be humiliated in front of the whole world! The tactic of hitting below the belt which Bonnie will eventually do will cause both entertainment, and also cringe worthy moments that are sad. However when this duo does fall apart it will be so entertaining tears will stream from the rest of the roster's faces.
We could say it was a dark day in the WCF, but that would actually be a lie. It was a bright day because the WCF was doing something it hadn't done before. No they weren't being selfless. No they weren't thinking of themselves. It was probably a given Odin wouldn't get a rematch but he'd most likely throw an Odin sized fit until he did get a rematch. That would be a fun thing to see. A man his size acting like a child. Who knew the WCF was also a dating site!? The WCF could be compared to Plenty of Fish when putting a microscope under the World Title division. Devoid of love and life!
John, you must be asking yourself why do I keep provoking other people when we're booked to go one on one? The answer is simply because I can beat every single one of them, and they know it! They can't admit it to themselves, and to be honest I'm fighting boredom. Yes in this business there must always be a challenge and when everybody hates me as much as they do I'm going to make sure they never forget I'm here. I don't give two fucks what they think about me either. All of that is just motivation, and compels me to continue. It's said in this business if you're not getting a reaction then you're not doing something right. Judging by the reaction I'm doing plenty right. Now I've let them know I've got a prior engagement and I'm done at least for right now poking the stick at them to rile them up. Although, I have to admit. It is fun to watch them lose their minds, and try to figure out just what the hell I'm thinking. However let's switch gears, and get back to what's most important in this match between the two of us. John, did you ever imagine you'd be going one on one against me? Judging by the words that come out of your mouth you need to work on your promo skills, and your all around social skills because you get a big fat F in that department! Its hilarious John. I mean let's be honest here. You might not have had the best childhood. We all have our war stories, and some are worse than others. But let's be honest you deserve to be ridiculed. Ridicule is your middle name. Especially when you walk down the ramp and get in the ring. You're ready to take all of the criticism the world is likely to pile on top of you! While the rest of us would just say fuck it and move on; you want to prove yourself. That's admirable John but here is the thing. Proving yourself is going to get you hurt. Seriously hurt! I'm going to be the recipient that delivers the worst beating you've ever had in the WCF. I can make that statement because it is true, and nobody can refute it. You better bring your fucking best without looking at the cliff notes from anybody else.
So John, I'm going to force you to attempt to beat me! I know that you'll likely fail because that's what you do the most! You fail, because that is what you're best at! Prove me wrong John. I know you can't and that's what makes me proud. You John, are an untalented hack, and I don't respect anybody in the WCF, and I sure as fuck don't respect you. Never have, never will. Same goes for the WCF as a company, and who it employs on its roster. Why? Because I can, and the WCF has never given me any other option but too. Now they are reaping what they sewed, and its nobodies fault but their own. Their failures are going to be your failures because I'm going to take out all of my frustration out on you. I'm going to leave you broken wondering where it all went wrong. You are apart of the problem John, and I get to get rid of that problem. Enjoy it for all its worth because I'm going to love when you've hyped yourself up to the point where you think you're going to win and then I turn around robbing you of that win. I want you to admit to me after that I am better, and I'll always be better. Admit to me that the WCF is out to screw you! Your forward progress means nothing. Admit to me the WCF is corrupted, and it cannot get itself out of its rut. Admit it to me! After the match I will continue to punish you unless you admit it to me. If you still refuse I'll just get in a good snort, and hock the biggest snot rocket all over your face! Before I turn and leave the ring. Waiting for the next poor bastard who steps in the ring with me. You're the target. I'm the dead eye shot that will hit the bulls eye every single time, and you John you're about as important as a home less person who gets hot coffee thrown on him every single day! If you don't understand that then you've got some major problems! I'll see you at Slam John, and I'll be the only one who survives this encounter!
It's A Mad House by Anthrax plays in the background as we see the WCF ALL ACCESS logo. The service mark All Rights Reserved, and the WCF copyright is displayed and then fades.
The Previous Morning
We notice James Wolf just getting in from a flight before he is scheduled to turn right back around for Monday Night Slam. This week he'll be up against one "Jazzy" John McCarty.
The WCF has recorded that James lost to Vincent Augustine but that wasn't the reality. Not the reality that mattered. In this world of competition was there really any winners and losers like they wanted you to believe? Fuck no there weren't! The reality actually was James Wolf won that match. Every match he takes he wins regardless of the outcome they want to push on you! Regardless of what the WCF roster thinks, or the tools who run the WCF think. There would be no more earning anything! As a wrestler you had to take the approach that you take it! You have to take the opportunity, and steal it away from the next person who is just aching to be successful at your expense. This was the actual reality of the match he lost. It costs him a championship opportunity, and there were only two real championships one could hold before moving into the Main Event scene. One being the Television Championship, and the other being the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Both of the WCF titles were almost virtually the same. Except one was anything goes, and the other one was sanctioned to be defended on "TV" but technically the TV Title would be exempt from Pay Per Views as this wasn't really a Television Event. Regardless it was still on the line making the question why have both belts? Surely the Hardcore title should be enough. It could be defended 24/7, and on both Television, and PPV's. Yet that was not the case. If a title was going to replace the Television Title make it something unique or something traditional. Surely Corey Black could pick a title that would be suited to the WCF! The WCF had its own reality but now they were going to be living in my reality. The reality where I take everything I want, and that reality begins at Monday Night Slam.
The fall out of Payback was happening as we working our way to One. John Rabid and Bonnie Blue were now an item. Buff Mustache could be heard crying in a corner because all of his hopes and dreams to take Bonnie as a bride were now gone!
Rabid, and Bonnie probably thought they were invincible but nothing could be further from the truth.
Welcome to a new reality! It now begins during the fall out of Pay Back. I'm taking everything I want! That earning bullshit is just a myth! I've been working for how long? I've been breaking my break in this ring for how long? What have I gotten in return to show for it? I'll tell you what, I haven't gotten a goddamned thing because the WCF show runners can't see real talent when it walks through the door! I use to be a believer. I use to believe the myth. That you'd always have something to show for everything you earned. But now the WCF has shown me a different reality. That no matter how hard you work the only thing you're going to get is fucked out of that opportunity, and all you are left with is going back and working even harder to get back where you were. So I'm not earning a title shot. I'm taking one, and I'm going to make my presence known and felt until I get exactly what I've always wanted. Remember you've pushed me this far! I know everybody has a memory and they love to throw shit in your face all the time but your memory better disappear like a black out drunk on a bad night! This is not an act, and this will not fade with time. This is a long standing approach, and it has been boiling over for awhile. It has now boiled over, and what we are left with is something that should have always been at the surface. Giving this place a chance! What a fucking joke! I have news for the WCF, and everybody it represents. Get ready for a whole new level of terror! On your roster, and on your championship divisions, and on everything you hold sacred! I'm showing it through my actions. The WCF, and its roster fucking disgusts me! The championship divisions disgust me, and its through this disgust where I will destroy everything the WCF stands for. I am the truth nobody dares to see, and that truth will be dealt out with a fury you've never seen! My opponent is a non believer, and as a non believer he has to be punished! His eyes are clouded, his heart deluded, and his existence is fading. I will keep him here a little bit longer. I will now speak his name so everybody knows there is now a target placed directly on his chest. Like an arrow that needs to be directed there! "Jazzy" John McCarty you are my next victim on a long list of people who should be hanged publicly!
An attack... where is this attack going to be directed? There were obviously two places that it could occur. One is the Television Championship which doesn't seem like the right place because that is the division where every body gets screwed out of their opportunity whether they deserve it or not. Or the Hardcore Title division that is severely under rated. It would be the perfect place to start, and to immediately conquer.
It's a cold night and we can see that James is in his winter clothes. A big heavy leather coat with winter gloves, and also a knit hat to keep his ears warm. In the background you can see bridge connecting Memphis to Arkansas all bright and lit up. Signifying that he is in downtown Memphis. At Tom Lee Park he is very close to the Pyramid in which they turned in to a big Bass Pro Shop. It would make sense with all of their outrageous prices inside the store. That location had some added perks to it like a bowling alley inside. Terrific if you didn't mind never getting to use the lanes. Call it being cynical or just being a realist this is where the promo for John McCarty is going to take place. In downtown Memphis at Tom Lee Park.
McCarty,
I'm the very last man you'd want or need to piss off! There's this old saying I've heard before. It goes like this. A man with nothing to lose is dangerous. But that's a lie. That man is not dangerous. He is just a man who has lost everything. A man with everything to lose will at least fight for it. He'll work his fingers to the bone not to lose everything. Which one are you John? Do you still believe the myths, and the lies the WCF levies at you as you walk down the hall to your locker room? Do you believe the people who say one thing but actually mean something else? I'm guessing you're the man whose still humble, who actually believes that his career matters here in the WCF. That there is no wrong direction with so many paths that you can actually choose. Am I right? You don't have to tell me I'm right because I all ready know that I am right! You had an opportunity at the WCF Television Title, and you failed! Much like myself it would seem that the TV Title is not destined to be within my grasp. Now you have to watch another man take your opportunity away from you! How does that make you feel, and don't feed me some company line that the WCF scripted for you! You, John have made the fatal mistake of pissing me off even more than necessary. Your little comment about the only way I'm going to beat your ass is if we were gay porn stars. Did you find that comment funny? Because I didn't find it funny, or hilarious. Because of that comment I'm going to pour even more hatred onto you in that ring. If I could have my way and the ring would all ready have exposed turn buckles I would bash your face into every single one of them until you had to have reconstructive face surgery. Then I would hope that it was so bad you had complications from the surgery. That way I could always remember your abstract face. That I did that to you. So you could never forget! Even if I don't get my way isn't it the thought that counts? So I all ready have a trophy sitting in my imagination!
John, let me ask you a serious question for a moment. One that I'm sure you'll jump at the bit to answer. What is your fascination with gay porn? More importantly what is your fascination with gay porn stars? I thought you were suppose to be jazzed up, and not jizzed on! What you do behind closed doors is your business with your little gay Jazz concerts. Wait, am I seeing a pattern developing here? I'm sure you'll deny it, and you'll hope people forget you made the comment in any way. You have foot in the mouth disease, and can't help saying shit you shouldn't! I'm sure there are a few on the WCF roster who will come save you from yourself. However there is nobody to save you from the onslaught of traditional wrestling I have for you. To maim you is my number one goal. So you're next career is wheel chair basketball because wheel chair wrestling hasn't been developed yet. That would be a pretty fucked up sport too when you stop, and think about it! Although absolutely nothing surprises me any more! John, you seem pretty confident in your abilities. So much so that you're confident you are going to beat me at Monday Night Slam. Now I hate to squash your confidence but nothing could be further from the truth. You have a snow ball's chance in hell of beating me. You can practice in the mirror about how tough you are, and how you will beat me but the reality is this. You cannot, and you will not! You can ask me how I'm so sure of myself while doubting you. My answer is this. You make it too easy. You're an easy target. You're like a moving target where I can hit the bulls eye every single time. That's what type of a challenge you present. All you have to do is ask Teo Blaze. While he may have said you had a bright future I beg to differ. There is no future for a man like you because the WCF will hold you down at every opportunity possible. I will hold you back as well. I'm the new WCF and I take no prisoners. You have as much opportunity at beating me as George Herbert Walker Bush has in coming back to life. Just in case you don't know the answer to that. The answer is NEVER! You'll just be another faded memory like George H.W. Bush will! Next you'll call me tasteless for pointing out the obvious. I'll be hated by the WCF roster, and its powers that be for getting "heat" in any shape or form that I wanted. They already hate me and them putting me against you is a sign they want me to beat you almost to death. Face it John; you don't have the talent to beat me, and you don't have the will to over come me either. Better ship your ass off to Boot Hill where you can join the rest of the legends that have failed! You might say I'm digging my own grave but nothing could be further from the truth. I'm doing what's necessary. What nobody else will do. What nobody else can say. I've never had a filter and I'm done holding back! What do you have that is actually threatening to me John? You have absolutely nothing. Go on tell me I'm wrong! I'm not wrong because I'm absolutely correct on everything I'm saying.
Present Day
Bonnie Blue, and John Rabid... might as well say they're co World Champions. Nobody saw it coming, and they're both in love. Well until their relationship falls apart when the World Title comes in between them. Then John Rabid will get his heart broken, and he will be humiliated in front of the whole world! The tactic of hitting below the belt which Bonnie will eventually do will cause both entertainment, and also cringe worthy moments that are sad. However when this duo does fall apart it will be so entertaining tears will stream from the rest of the roster's faces.
We could say it was a dark day in the WCF, but that would actually be a lie. It was a bright day because the WCF was doing something it hadn't done before. No they weren't being selfless. No they weren't thinking of themselves. It was probably a given Odin wouldn't get a rematch but he'd most likely throw an Odin sized fit until he did get a rematch. That would be a fun thing to see. A man his size acting like a child. Who knew the WCF was also a dating site!? The WCF could be compared to Plenty of Fish when putting a microscope under the World Title division. Devoid of love and life!
John, you must be asking yourself why do I keep provoking other people when we're booked to go one on one? The answer is simply because I can beat every single one of them, and they know it! They can't admit it to themselves, and to be honest I'm fighting boredom. Yes in this business there must always be a challenge and when everybody hates me as much as they do I'm going to make sure they never forget I'm here. I don't give two fucks what they think about me either. All of that is just motivation, and compels me to continue. It's said in this business if you're not getting a reaction then you're not doing something right. Judging by the reaction I'm doing plenty right. Now I've let them know I've got a prior engagement and I'm done at least for right now poking the stick at them to rile them up. Although, I have to admit. It is fun to watch them lose their minds, and try to figure out just what the hell I'm thinking. However let's switch gears, and get back to what's most important in this match between the two of us. John, did you ever imagine you'd be going one on one against me? Judging by the words that come out of your mouth you need to work on your promo skills, and your all around social skills because you get a big fat F in that department! Its hilarious John. I mean let's be honest here. You might not have had the best childhood. We all have our war stories, and some are worse than others. But let's be honest you deserve to be ridiculed. Ridicule is your middle name. Especially when you walk down the ramp and get in the ring. You're ready to take all of the criticism the world is likely to pile on top of you! While the rest of us would just say fuck it and move on; you want to prove yourself. That's admirable John but here is the thing. Proving yourself is going to get you hurt. Seriously hurt! I'm going to be the recipient that delivers the worst beating you've ever had in the WCF. I can make that statement because it is true, and nobody can refute it. You better bring your fucking best without looking at the cliff notes from anybody else.
So John, I'm going to force you to attempt to beat me! I know that you'll likely fail because that's what you do the most! You fail, because that is what you're best at! Prove me wrong John. I know you can't and that's what makes me proud. You John, are an untalented hack, and I don't respect anybody in the WCF, and I sure as fuck don't respect you. Never have, never will. Same goes for the WCF as a company, and who it employs on its roster. Why? Because I can, and the WCF has never given me any other option but too. Now they are reaping what they sewed, and its nobodies fault but their own. Their failures are going to be your failures because I'm going to take out all of my frustration out on you. I'm going to leave you broken wondering where it all went wrong. You are apart of the problem John, and I get to get rid of that problem. Enjoy it for all its worth because I'm going to love when you've hyped yourself up to the point where you think you're going to win and then I turn around robbing you of that win. I want you to admit to me after that I am better, and I'll always be better. Admit to me that the WCF is out to screw you! Your forward progress means nothing. Admit to me the WCF is corrupted, and it cannot get itself out of its rut. Admit it to me! After the match I will continue to punish you unless you admit it to me. If you still refuse I'll just get in a good snort, and hock the biggest snot rocket all over your face! Before I turn and leave the ring. Waiting for the next poor bastard who steps in the ring with me. You're the target. I'm the dead eye shot that will hit the bulls eye every single time, and you John you're about as important as a home less person who gets hot coffee thrown on him every single day! If you don't understand that then you've got some major problems! I'll see you at Slam John, and I'll be the only one who survives this encounter!
It's A Mad House by Anthrax plays in the background as we see the WCF ALL ACCESS logo. The service mark All Rights Reserved, and the WCF copyright is displayed and then fades.
