Death of the Guardians? There Will Be Vengeance.

[Alex Richards]

Part 1- The Set Up

Alex Richards should already be in New Orleans, the site of Till Death Do Us Part. But he's not instead he had to return to Illinois. His home base. He's in a place he's not often seen however. Harvey, Illinois. Don't know it? That's understandable. It's one of the most boring places in the state. Normally. Today Alex wishes that was true. As he walks into what it usually a normal looking house. Inside is a different story. Severed limbs and organs are strewn everywhere. But strangely next to no blood. The police already inside especially the lead detective object to Alex's presence.

Detective: Richards! What the fuck are you doing here?

Alex decides to play drunk.. err drunker.

Alex Richards: Shit chief I didn't know was Halloween! You done good! Anybody got some beer. I couldn't hope for Zim-Quila. Maybe some mead or something.

Detective: Get him the fuck outta here!

Alex continues to play the fool while carefully taking in the scene, looking for clues as to who might have done this. A second, younger detective grabs Alex..

Detective 2: Alright maggot.. how would you like a drunk and disorderly charge.

The senior cop nods his approval as the younger man drags Alex from the house. Only outside he lets Alex go.

Detective 2: Thanks for coming Alex. You know why I called you, right?

Alex nods.

Alex Richards: Multiple bodies dismembered.. almost no blood. Doesn't add up does it? Seems like a vampire with the bodies drained of blood. But vampires don't rip bodies apart.

Detective 2: This ain't a cop for the police. Detective Sparks.. he's a great cop but he doesn't believe in the supernatural. Whoever did that.. they ain't human.

Alex Richards: You called the right man Hines. Don't worry.. the Guardians..

Alex grimaces.

Alex Richards: Sorry, force of habit. The Enforcers.. we got this.

Detective 2: The Enforcers? That worries me.. who's in your new unit?

Alex smiles.

Alex Richards: I have an ancient God on my side. Whoever this is.. they don't stand a chance.

Detective Hines: What are you gonna do?

Alex Richards: Make my city safe again. Beyond that.. you don't want to know. All I need you to do is spread the word around the city that the Enforcers are looking for the people, or whatever they are, who's responsible. We'll do the rest.

Part 2- Roy Speede
"Don't wish it were easier. Wish you were better"- Jim Rohn

People used to say that I was the best wrestler on the roster never to win the world title. I'm going to be honest. I always hated that title. See, I never wanted to be the best man never to win the world title. I never wanted to be in essence the new Roy Speede. Not that there was anything wrong with being Roy Speede. One of the best hardcore champions of all time. 182 days he held that title. Two time United States champion. He even beat former world champion FPV to win that belt. Not even remotely easy to do. He won the tag team titles twice, with different partners.

That's a career anyone would be proud of. Is what a fan would think. See fans of wrestling don't realize something. Even when Jayson Price only had one world title reign, and it was only a 2 week reign 99 percent of all wrestlers envied him. Because he won the world title. And the world title means you are the best. Even if only for a short time you were the best in the business. I've been back in the WCF for half a year and I've hated the title of being the best wrestler never to win the big one. The best wrestler to never be the best. But I was only the best current wrestler to have never been world champion. Imagine what it would be like to be the best wrestler of all time never to win the WCF world title. That "honour" belongs to you Roy Speede.

Now you can say you were a world champion. Just like I can say I'm a world champion. I won the UCI world heavyweight champion. I was a great champion at that. I won the annual award allowing me to say I was the best world champion of the year in fact. You were the world champion of Action Wrestling. In fact you won the tournament to be the first action world champion. You even regained the title. But none of that matter does it? We are both here for the same reason. The WCF world title... it's special. It has more meaning at least to the pair of us. You came back to the WCF for the same reason I did.. in order to finally get that world title.

Remember how I said I didn't want to be like you Roy Speede? Well this is why.

All those titles I mentioned you winning in the WCF, they were back in 2012. How many times have you returned to the WCF since then? Three times? Four times? Five times? At least that right? Well how many titles have you won since then? It's been 6 years since you won a title in the WCF. Let alone the world title. You came close to being world champion. Once. Ultimate Showdown 2012. You fought your absolute best. But Jonny Fly was just a little bit better. No shame in that at all. Jonny Fly makes Fly Jobbers of us all. But in any of your comebacks to the WCF did you come close to being world champion?

We all know the answer to that is no. Perhaps world champions have gotten better since 2012. But wait people like Dion Necurat have been world champion. He's best remembered for.. being a better world champion then Jason O'Neil. Stuart Slane returned several times to the WCF, he broke through the glass ceiling and he won the world title. But you didn't did you Roy Speede?

At least I have the excuse that I have literally only ever received one chance at the world title. I can at least claim I main evented One in the world title match. I can say I beat the champion Noble Savage, as well as the other two opponents Bonnie Blue and Odin Balfore. I mean.. that's not much compared to being the world champion. But still it's better then anything you did right Roy?

Because I know I can beat anybody on the WCF roster because I have beaten nearly everyone including all the top challengers. All I need the opportunity. Which I will earn when the Enforcers win the tag league. But Roy.. Roy barely knows most of the current roster let alone their strengths or weaknesses. And it shows.. I saw the way he was handled by Bonnie Blue a few short weeks ago.

Every match I wrestle in the WCF I get that much better. It's simply a matter of time before I earn the world title. Time is on my side. But it's not on Roy Speede's side. I have eventuality working in my favour. Eventually I will have that title. By eventually I mean next month when I get to call my shot and win the world title after the Enforcers clean up the tag league.

That's how confident I am. How confident are you, Roy? You're the guy who's always looking for the silver lining. That says it all about you doesn't it? Because if you're always looking for the positives in every situation that means that you're always willing to except failure. It means you never expect to succeed. Every time I step foot in that ring I expect victory. I accept nothing less. That's why I'm better every week because when I lose I force myself to get better next time so it doesn't happen again. You're not like that Roy. Your silver lining is like a career second place medal. That's why you've never been WCF world champion. That's why you won't win the tag league. That's why you aren't going to be the champ next month or any month afterwards.

But still why do I appear to be so insulting towards you. Almost like I have some personal issue with you. To be honest I don't really have a personal issue with you. I'm just disappointed. Sure your family members Jayson Price and Logan have certainly done some evil things. But I always expected more from you Roy. You may not have been world champion, but at least when you looked in a mirror you could be proud of yourself. So there's a silver lining for you, right Roy?

Not anymore! See.. your obsession with being world champion in the WCF, something you have never ever been quite good enough to do has driven you to desperate measures. You know that these days you won't earn a title shot on your own merits. But John Rabid can. John Rabid has been world champion. John Rabid just beat the world champion a few weeks ago. He's actually beaten Savage twice since she's been champion. John Rabid has the skills to be world champion while you do not Roy Speede. I remember how excited you were to be teamed with John. You stated that made you the tournament favourites didn't you? You were so happy.. to have a partner who could carry you to.. the finals of the tournament. That's the difference between you and Odin and myself. Odin and I will never agree on who is the better singles wrestler. Everyone knows that John Rabid is the strong link of your team. Our team has no weak links. Not only are you the psychical weak link you proved yourself to be mentally weak too.

You're happy to have John Rabid carry your worthless ass. To the point where you aren't willing to call him out on the one thing everyone knows. He's one of the most evil men on the planet. That's what you're teaming with. Satan on earth. The most selfish, arrogant man on the roster. He would literally kill you if he thought it would help him even one percent. But you're just ignoring all of that because hey.. Superkick Uncensored! Greatest team on the planet! Jobberkill and all that shit! No! I don't think so. You guys aren't even really the masters of the superkick.

Only one superkick that really mattered. The one Pantheon gave to Jayson Price that knocked him into a coma. Neither of you were even a part of that! I was though. My superkick has more history then either of yours and so does my team. The only real question this week isn't the result. The Enforcers had this since the tournament began. No, the question is will Roy Speede choke yet again or will John Rabid betray him? Personally I hope he stabs you in the back Roy. Maybe then you'll learn not to trust the monsters.




Part 3- The Pay Off.

Odin Balfore: You know you don't have to do this.

Alex Richards: Think nothing of it. I volunteered your services to take out some very bad people.

Odin Balfore: That's nothing. For me.. that's just a good weekend. Besides you're my partner. For as little as I like you as long as you're my partner you can rely on my help. Ya feel me?

Alex Richards: Most thick.

Odin Balfore: Don't say that! Else I might be forced to end our partnership by sending you on a trip to the river Styx.

Alex Richards: You can try.

Odin and Alex stare at each other briefly.

Odin Balfore: But like I said.. we're partners.. for now.

Alex Richards: And we gotta be equal partners so since you've helping me the least I can do to return the favour is buy you dinner at my favourite restaurant in Chicago... The Super Flying Dragon Super Buffet!

Odin looks.. sighs.

Odin Balfore: I was afraid it would be something like that.

Alex and Odin walk inside the completely deserted buffet joint.

Odin Balfore: This is your favourite restaurant? Here's a tip I learned over the years if nobody else is in the restaurant you don't wanna be there either.

Alex Richards: That ain't it at all! I called ahead and got us a private meal! The full VIP treatment!

The owner greets Alex with a huge smile on his face.

Owner: Big Happy Boot! So nice to see you again! Your usual?

Alex Richards: Nah.. I think today we'll take two Coke Garlics.

Odin Balfore: I ain't drinking that! Nobody should drink that! I'm immortal so I could eat all the grease I want but you're supposed to be an athlete Alex. How do you put this crap in your body?

Alex Richards: Something an immortal like you wouldn't understand. Every human dies, even though I know for a fact I'm living to a 105. But if you gotta die you might as well do the things that make you happy while you're alive.

Odin Balfore: Good point.

Alex Richards: I know it's a good point.

Odin Balfore: So in following your lead I'm gonna go somewhere else... with better food and better company.

And with that Odin walks out of the door. Alex shrugs, takes both Garlic Cokes and walks over to the largest table.

Alex Richards: Ah well.. more food for me.

Alex starts to load up a plate. Brings it back to his table. Then returns to the buffet and gets a second plate. He sits down.. and the door flies open. A pale skinned guy with long dyed black hair strolls in, draped in the Union Jack and sporting the absolute worst British accent of all time.

Man: Allo.. Allo Gov'ner!

Alex Richards: The hell are you doing boy?

Man: I ain't no boy mate. I'm a man. I'm the vampire you're looking for. The names Courtney Rabid love.. and it'll be the same name ya ever hear mate before I suck the blood from your body.

Alex snorts.

Alex Richards: Here.. have a drink son.

And with that Alex tosses both Coke Garlic's into Rabid's face.. with no effect. Alex smirks.

Alex Richards: Knew you were a fake from the second I saw you.

Courtney: Yeah.. I'm a fake now. But alls I have to do is impress John Rabid and he'll turn me into a vampire. After I kill you.

Alex Richards: Why do people put their trust in John Rabid anyways? In the end he's always going to screw you. But not this time.. nope this time I'm going to destroy you.. just like the real Rabid.

Courtney drops the fake accent in his anger. Now he sounds like a whiny emo kid.

Courtney: I am a real Rabid! I got mad plans just like Johnny does! I set you up you fat stupid bastard! I waited until you were alone and..

Courtney snaps his fingers. In storms an army of guys in their early 20s who immediately start destroying the place.

Courtney: That's right! They're all on bath salts! They don't feel no pain! They are going to rip you apart.

Alex Richards: I'm impressed. Using an updated, short term fad drug like that. It's the perfect tribute to John Rabid! A short term, fad champion.

Courtney: Shut up! That's not it at all!

Alex Richards: I got it! You're like John in the way you're underestimating me.. the way you think I'm just gonna make myself an easy target. Unfortunately for the both of you...

A massive boulder flies through the window immediately pinning two of the bath salt zombies to the ground. Odin Balfore steps through the broken glass.

Odin Balfore: There's a cult dedicated to impressing John Rabid? Pathetic!

Alex Richards: Correction. There was a cult.

The fight begins.. it's not much of a fight. More of a slaughter. Courtney Rabid takes the coward's way out and immediately hides in the ladies room. The members fuelled by bath salts attack. Odin and Alex immediately grab the first one and execute a vicious double spinebuster through the massive table Alex was about to eat it.

Two more attack. They each eat a pair of double boots. Then Odin and Alex looks at each other and fire them dart style into the solid cement walls. They don't get up.

Alex and Odin step things up as Odin press slams one of the zombies right into the ceiling fan. The blades slice him up and send him flying.. right into an Alex Richards big boot.

Alex Richards: Let me try.

Alex picks up another guy.. his punches having no effect on the archduke. He tosses him up but not quite as high bouncing his head off the bottom of the blades and right into Odin's choke slam backbreaker.. the Ragnarok!

Another charges firing a stack of glass plates at Odin and Alex. C'mon! Like that's gonna do anything. Double spear!

The final man approaches swinging from the chandelier.. The 7 foot tall Odin snatches him off into an electric chair position.. Alex leaps from a table executing the Asguardian Hangover

Alex Richards: That was even easier then I expected.

Odin Balfore: Every fight we have ever been in a team has been that easy.

Alex Richards: You know.. you're right. I don't think The Tag League finals is going to be any different.

Odin Balfore: There's no chance it's going to go any differently.

With a primal scream Courtney Rabid rushes from the washroom brandishing a medieval sword, because of course he would, his charge goes in vain. Odin bats the sword aside easily and Alex takes him on a trip through the buffet line roadhouse style ending with Odin planting him in the boiling pot of lotus root and pork soup. Alex puts the lid on top. Alex looks at Odin, a look of intense disappointment on his face.

Odin Balfore: What? We just put that entire group of murdering psychos out of business permanently.

Alex Richards: I know.. it's just..

Alex sighs.

Alex Richards: The ease that the two of us destroyed all of them confirms it.

Odin Balfore: What are you talking about?

Alex Richards: I've been searching for new Guardians. But nobody truly fit. Nobody was worthy of the Guardians name. Then the two of us team up.

Odin Balfore: Motherfucker I am not joining.

Alex Richards: No. You're not right for the Guardians either. We aren't friends. But we might be the most destructive duo in wrestling history. But we aren't friends, we certainly aren't family.

Odin Balfore: You got that right.

Alex Richards: The Guardians were though. So we ain't Guardians.

Odin Balfore: Yeah.. we're Enforcers.

Alex Richards: So that means we destroy Roy Speede and John Rabid to win the tag league.

Odin Balfore: We might never be friends but we are both tag team specialists. Us winning.. that was never a doubt. But hey I got a silver lining for you.

Alex Richards: A Roy Speede joke?

Odin Balfore: Since this dump is destroyed I can take you to a real restaurant to celebrate.

Alex shrugs, reaches into his doctor's bag and pulls out a stack of cash. To pay for damages. The Enforcers exit.


Part 4- John Rabid

"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil but by those who watch them without doing anything"- Albert Einstein

You spoiled my return to the WCF John. Two years ago at XIII you kicked my ass.. hit the Kingdom Destroyer and handed me a loss. But like I was saying I got better. The next time we fought was at Helimination. I hit you with the spiked Samoan punch, SJW saved you. I hit you with the super Zim-Quila hangover, SJW saved you. You're going to point out you hit the Kingdom Destroyer and won in the end. But everyone knows I was the better man that night. But that's not my point. The point is.. I was able to do that to you when it was just a match. When I had nothing against you. So imagine.. imagine what I'm going to do to you at Till Death Do Us Part.. which I'm hoping is the most appropriately named pay per view of all time.

Last month I swore vengeance on Bonnie Blue for destroying the Guardians. But when it came time to perform in the end I wasn't able to deliver the death blow. I wasn't able to win the world title at One. Why wasn't I able to win the world title at One?

Because I was trying to take out my vengeance on the wrong person. It wasn't Bonnie who killed the Guardians. It wasn't me who killed the Guardians. It was you John. It was always you. You didn't think I would figure it out did you John? You didn't think anyone would figure it out. Well I don't think the way everyone else does.

The show after One I figured it out. You came out during my match against Samuel McPherson. You made fun of me for being monochrome of all things. Quick side note the fact that I prefer to be photographed in black and white so I look like a wicked monster movie villain from the 50s is what makes me an original. You, on the other hand Rabid are just a vampire. One of millions and millions of vampires, or at least people who claimed to be vampires. Not only that didn't you used to be a space vampire? Somebody call mystery science theatre there's riffing to be done! But the fact is, you mocked then attacked myself and Sammy. Then later in the night for an encore you attacked and mocked Odin Balfore and Noble Savage. Even after you already won the match. Why did you feel the need to do that?

Simple. You always have to have things your way don't you Rabid. You always have to be the center of attention. In the business world your shadowy syndicate takes over any business, any company, anyone you consider a threat. By any means necessary you eliminate your competition. You don't care about the morality of it.. it's only the results that matter.

The Guardians. We were a threat. We saw you for the evil, disgusting waste of life.. or unlife even, that you are. As long as the Guardians were around we would be your enemies. You didn't want that. So you set out to destroy us. But you couldn't just destroy us. You tried to destroy me once. But you failed. You simply motivated me by the beating you gave me at XIII. I returned the favour in the re match. You knew that you didn't want to fight me again. You certainly didn't want to fight me again with the Guardians by my side. So you went deep into your evil, Machiavellian nature. See John I can use big words to appear smarter then I am too. I'm just not a pretentious douche about it the way you are.

You convinced Bonnie Blue to join the fight against Creeping Death. You convinced her to fight alongside you. Because for once you were doing the right thing, right? No, it was all a ploy. When Bonnie died you rejoiced. Things are all going according to your plan weren't they? You would gain Bonnie's trust by bringing her back from the dead. But you knew she would see your true self eventually and reject you. So you fucked things up when you brought her back. You knew her return only had a limited amount of time. You knew eventually she would start to die. Then she had two choices. She could either come to you for help or she could perish. Either way you won. She would turn her back on the Guardians and become a vampire like you, or she would die a painful death. I can't blame Bonnie for her choice. Not that much at least but I can blame you Rabid.

You took my friend from me. You took the Guardians from me. Because without Bonnie.. who could be a Guardian? Jaice Wilds? When I looked at my so called fellow Guardian last week I was disgusted by what we had become. If that's the best the Guardians we do.. we aren't really the Guardians at all. We aren't really a threat to criminal enterprise Rabid. Everything goes according to your plan.

Fuck no! Fuck that! This is your day of reckoning John Rabid. This is the time you're going to pay for your crimes. You know why it's going to happen? Because you're too fucking arrogant, too fucking full of yourself to ever see it coming. You look at Alex Richards and Odin Balfore and think I beat those guys before.

Yeah.. you beat me before. When I was fighting for nothing! If it was just fighting for a chance to be world champion.. sure maybe you still win. But when I'm fighting for the chance to avenge the destruction of the Guardians... MY Guardians. Let me put this into words even you can understand Rabid. Ya think you're getting the last fookin laugh but when this is one I'll be the only one fookin laughing you goddamned cunt!

When this match is over you'll wonder where it went wrong, how Alex Richards of all people could do this to you. You think I'm a joke. Well you're not the first person to think I was a joke. You're not the first person to underestimate me. Ask Howard Black what happens when you overlook Alex Richards. You certainly can't ask him in the WCF because I ended his career when I took his title.

I'll let you in on a little secret. I plan on doing the same to you at Till Death Do Us Part. You've rarely lost in the WCF. You've been world champion. You would be the best television champion of all time if not for John Gable. All of that is going to be why you lose this week. Because I want this more then you! Because you're fighting for shits and giggles. I'm fighting because you perverted and destroyed my best friend in wrestling. Bonnie Blue won the world title after she joined up with you. I'm going to enjoy the irony of making sure you don't do the same. The Enforcers are knocking you out of the world tag league and keeping you from achieving that second world title. Your overconfidence cost you the world title against SJW. A man who I wouldn't even consider on my level let alone yours. Fuck he ain't even on Roy Speedes level.

But you lost to him. Because you take it as your birthright that things are going to go your way. Fuck, no wonder you were the leader of the Beach Krew. You are the most entitled, biggest spoiled fucking brat of them all. You've had a better career then me. You.. haven't had a better career then Odin no matter how much bullshit you spew. But this isn't about career stats. This is about one tournament, this is about one match, and most importantly this is about the destruction of one stable. You killed the Guardians.. I will kill a piece of your legacy at the very least. For the rest of your career you'll know that you were beaten by the final Guardian Alex Richards. You will know that inspite of all your treachery the good guys won in the end.

You don't get what you want in the end John Rabid. This is only the beginning. After tonight you'll know that Bonnie wasn't the only threat in the Guardians. That she wasn't the only one who could destroy you. I can too. There's a difference between myself and Bonnie. There's a part of her that loves you. That's why she couldn't have destroyed you in the end. I don't have the conflict. I know what an evil creature you are. I know only your destruction is going to set things right. Guess what... I welcome that. You destroyed the Guardians John.. Monday the Enforcers destroy you. Back in the day people used to stake vampires. But for you.. that is far too quick and merciful. If I had my way I'd drag you out in the sun slowly so I could watch you burn. You don't hate me John.. you merely think I'm beneath you. That makes me dangerous because I loathe your very existence. There is no limits as to what I'll do to defeat you Monday. David Sanchez, Wade Moor, and now you. Bonnie, sorry, you're going to be looking for a new boyfriend again when I'm done with John. I'm fixing to hand you a beating you'll never recover from. And let me tell you something if you're pissed off and truly want to destroy something.. there is no better partner to have by your side then a God of War! Sad thing is.. your head is so far up your ass even after you hear this.. you'll see never see it coming. Fitting. Your downfall is going to be just as you lived. Everyone is inferior to the great John Rabid... until they are not. Until they fight back. Odin and I are here to fight back, here to strike a blow. Here to destroy a vampire. Because a metahuman and a literal God against a vampire and what appears to be some version of a Renfield. Not even close to a fair fight!

How apt Death is in New Orleans. The hometown of Polar Phantasm, the founder of the Guardians. The Guardians are dead.. but I'll honour their memory by taking John Rabid down with them. Rest in Peace... nah fuck that.. Burn in Hell.. cunt. The Guardians died.. everything dies Rabid.. even you.. or at least your delusions of grandeur

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