Tag Team Match? You have no Idea who I am do you?
Aug 20, 2016 10:50:06 GMT -6
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Post by Fang on Aug 20, 2016 10:50:06 GMT -6
"So it was your first loss," The voice on the speaker phone chuckles a bit"You need me to come down there and help you out like old times, Big Brother?"
Sitting in the back of his limo the True Immortal shakes his head. He is on his way to the airport to head to the next city on the tour. His assistant Derrick is sititng next to him.
" No,Gerritt." Jonathan says getting a bit perturbed with the man now living half way across the world in Amsterdam."It was my fault I made one mistake and the bastard capitalized on it. It happens. It's not the end of the world. Hell I've already been invited to a battle royal for this place's Rising Star Championship. So this Adams guy knows talent when he sees it. I just have to make sure I pump up the intensity."
"You need to be the vicious bastard you were when you were working for me," Gerritt says. "We ruled the AWA for a long time. It was great. Goth and Fang at the head of The Family, keeping the rest of the roster under our thumbs. You came into your own back then."
"I was always better than you, brother," Fang grins "I just held myself back because I didn't want to make "The owner" look bad. Look what it got us though. People saying I was only given title shot after title shot because my brother owned the place. They can't say that about me here."
"Hahaha, If you say so, Jon" Gerritt laughs playfully over the phone "You only ever beat me once."
"All I ever needed, Brother," Fang replies "I'm very proud of what you became. I'm sorry the Commission shut you down."
"It was time," Gerritt replies "I can hardly see, Jason and Alicia needed to be free to do other things, Especially with the new child on the way. The performers weren't getting the guidance they needed. You didn't have the proper stage to shine on. It's nothing to be ashamed about. We were the pinnicle of our corner of the sport for a long time. I'll be happy to watch you be the bastard you are every week on TV. Alright you do well in that tournament, I guess you're off the card this week?"
"No," Fang says "They are pairing me up with a guy who's returning I think for a tag match at the beginning of the card."
"A Tag match," Goth replies "Back in the day you dominated the Tag division with me as your partner and two others."
"Yeah," Jon sneers a bit "I don't want to remember the first guy, but you and Rex were great partners. I don't know anything about this guy. I'm going to have to start digging. His name is Sven Alexander. Brenda is already working to dig up some info on this guy and I already reached out to him to see if he wants to meet up and talk. I need to feel this place out. There's a lot of unknowns about this place since it's relatively new, and there's a great big influx of new talent coming in the door everyday. Seems like one of the few safe havens for performers since the Commission started cracking down on the federations.
Eventually I'll have to become who I really am. Eventually these people are going to see what darkness lies deep within me. The Demons are getting restless. I should have been better last night, but like I said this place isn't where I was, sorry brother, but there's a world of difference between the class of opponent the AWA had at the end to what this place has now. The people here are all Lady Ashe level of challenge."
"Really?" Gerritt sounds incredulous over the phone "I find that hard to believe."
"Believe it," Fang says "The beautifully devious minds that are showing themselves here make this old dark heart of mine smile. Especially the new World Champion. He reminds me so much of you from your younger days. It really has resparked my interest in proving myself to be the best. It's going to take time to assert my will. It's going to once again take careful planning and schemeing. I'm not going to be an important star here over night, Gerritt. I will get there."
"You've always played the long game," Gerritt responds back. "People didn't realize how long ago you planned to become the AWA Universal Champion. They didn't realize that each and every move you made was calculated, and came with a back-up plan should your initial timeline get altered. I always knew. Even when you walked around as the Master Deal Broker and put you services on the line between me and Penny. You always were better at the long term than I was. I was always impatient."
"That impulsiveness served you well," Fang says "Maybe I should draw on it myself from time to time, but I just like to weigh my options and know the dangers I face. It's the businessman in me. You've always been the risk-taker."
"And it's left me broken," Gerritt's voice has regret laden in it "Rich, but broken"
Fang nods his head even though his brother can't see it. The Man in Black looks out the window and begins to slide into his own thoughts. "Bro, I gotta go. Thanks for the pep talk, but I already understand what I have to do. What I always do.. Reinvent myself again. The AWA made me who I am today, but I need to remake myself for the future."
"I'm sure you'll be fine" Gerritt says "Remember the blood you have flowing through your veins. Don't try to be a hero, just be yourself. If you do that they won't know what hit them." The phone goes silent and the Wolf God looks off into space.
[Interlude 1]
[So here we are, first loss in the new company. How am I going to come back from that. I'm sure that's what all the back stabbing knuckle-dragging internet pundits are asking themselves on their self important podcasts. "Oh his accolades from another federation don't mean anything in UCI" as if all I was ever riding on was the accolades I garnered. The accolades mean something because the man who earned them means something. The man who earned them fought and clawed his way up from being a nothing to being a somebody. It's so easy for the cheetos stained fat asses to sit on their laptops or desktops and point out the flaws of someone who's giving there all, but if they were in that ring for even a minute they'd be pissing their pants and screaming for momma.
That's neither here nor there though. No, these kids think they know everything about me. They think they have some inside dirt. They admitted themselves they only keep track of the people they are long term fans of so us "New" guys have to be a little bit more flamboyant. I don't do flamboyant, I do dark and gritty. I do things that make you cover your eyes and peek out through your fingers. These internet bookers think that they have the best solution for everyone. Well thanks for your opinion, but I've been doing this for twenty years and I've been pretty successful, oh yeah that's right my former successes don't me shit. Accolades aren't proof of ability. Keep thinking that kiddies and you'll end up missing the most amazing wrestler you've ever seen.
Don't get me wrong, I know where I stand here in the UCI. I've got nothing right now. I've got an even record of one win and one loss. Hell still a better record then when I started in the GWA fifteen years ago. Back then I did tout myself as the former GCW Television champion, thinking that meant something. Thinking that the GWA was a little fish pool that I could be a big shark in. Took eight straight losses to set me right. Took a major humbling till I finally figured out that the challenge was greater there. The competition meaner. Heck it's a similar situation right now. Young fed growing from a bunch of guys who split from another fed. A fledgling promotion trying to make it on it's own, with new fresh faces walking in the door everyday. It's Deja Vu. I've been here before, seen it once already so it's like going back in time for me. Like a crazy madman from Galifrey landed his little blue box on my front lawn and invited me in. When I came out I was transported back in time with all the experience I had so I could do it all again. That's what I'm looking at right now. I'm rebuilding a legacy that should be done. A household name that many say to put up on a shelf and go away, retire, let the younger generation have the stage. I don't want to do that. I can't do that. I've tried to do it. I really have. I've left the sport time and again only to be drawn back because it's in my blood. Each time I come back I'm better than I was before. Sort of like everything Goku dies in Dragonball Z and returns stronger than he was before. I'm not unstoppable, I have limits, but I will continue to push them. Haters be damned, because small minded fools who can't be bothered to know who they are dealing with are below my need to deal with them. I'm the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling, a god amoung men, and I'm here because I want to face new challenges and prove I'm the best. Prove those past trophies were well deserved, prove that I am WRESTLING.]
(Kansas City)
A beautiful dark-skinned woman in a business skirt ensamble stands on a private airstrip as a blood red plane lands and begins to taxi towards the small airport. She has a black envelope underneath her arms. The plane comes to a stop and the hatch opens. The True Immortal looks out and waves to the woman.
"Hello, My darlin," He says. The Man in Black flashes a toothy grin and makes his way to her. The two of them kiss as husband and wife are reunited. They release and he smiles "So everything go okay? Crisis averted?"
"Of course," Brenda Gillot-Porter says "It wasn't as big a deal as it was made out to be. Seems one of our manufacturers was breaking their contract with us and doing something below board. I got rid of them and found another company to do it. I also got you the information you wanted on your opponents."
"That's great" Fang grins.
"As a bonus," She says to her Husband "I did some digging on your partner."
She hands Jonathan the Black envelope. He opens it up and in a deja vu moment like from last week there are a whole bunch of papers and photos. Some of the two women he will be facing, and others of Sven Alexander who will be tagging with him in this battle.
"Did you approve of Derrick?" Brends asks. "Was his assistance satisfactory?"
"Yes," Fang smiles "He did fine. Not as good as you do, but he did fine."
"You're opponent last week really proved himself," Brenda says "Would you like me to keep an eye on him?"
"Of course," Fang continues to smile "You never know when we could make him an ally. He's got a lot of potential. He's not one of these flash in the pan guys who's trying to crawl out of the underbrush and become a star. He's good. Now, let's get some food I'm famished and I'd like to give this intel a once over. Then we'll get to something a bit more fun when we get to the hotel room."
Brenda grins a big wide grin herself now as her husband slaps her on the ass. The two of them walk towards a blood red limo and get in. It drives off.
{Fifteen years ago}
A locker room door with the sign "Execution" Gaffer taped to it. Mumbleing can be heard inside. The door is slightly cracked and the room visible. Brenda Gillot is standing next to Jonathan Porter as he gets ready for a triple threat match for the GWA Tag Team Championship. A title that he recently lost to Nathanal Havok. A lanky man dressed in black and with his face painted white. Brenda puts her hand on Fang's shoulder.
"You've got this, babe," She says "You just need to focus on the weakest link in that match. Pin Brandon and get your title back. Now have you thought about who you're going to name as your partner once you win?
"Oh, yeah," Fang smiles and looks at the painted man "He's right there. If I'm going to do this, I want to do it right. I want someone just as twisted and sadistic as I am to cover my back. I want Goth here to be my tag partner."
Goth looks surprised and grins. He puts his hand out and the two men shake. The Man in Black stands up and gets right into the face of the man he's chosen to be one half of the GWA Tag Team Champions.
Later in the evening The Hunter holds his trophy high as Nathanal Havok looks on outside the ring and Brandon Idol lays in the middle of the ring dazed after being the victim of a Fatal Shot.
{Present day}
The True Immortal can be seen relaxing in a hot tub. Along his abdomen is a six inch scar that runs diagonally from left to right. He is leaning back against the jets. In the background his wife Brenda can be seen in a purple see through negligie and matching bra and panties. She walks over with a Jack and Coke in hand and places it on the side of the tub.
"Another grueling day at the office?" she smiles
"Another heavy workout," Fang replies. "I want to be ready for the match this week and I also want to be ready for the battle royal. It's amazing how many people are coming out of the woodwork to get this seemingly insignificant belt. I guess anyone who wants to make a name for themselves would love to start their career in the UCI off with gold."
"But you already made a name for yourself," Brenda says "You're the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling. Everyone should know who you are by now."
"In a perfect world," Fang says after taking a sip of his drink "that would be true, but this isn't a perfect world. I've realized how small the Asylum was. While we all thougt it was the end all and be all of pro wrestling, there are hundreds of places out there that feel the same. Millions of Fans that have divided their attention among all those small ponds. The Commission forming and shutting them down has begun to have a ripple effect. It's begun to consolidate all the names who thought they were big into one place. It's made me see that while I am the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling, I have to prove that I am the ONLY ICON THAT MATTERS."
"I have faith you will, my love" Brenda smiles as she slips her clothes off. The woman's body is fit and curvy. She slides into the water and slips over next to her husband.
"I am a little jealous though" Brenda pouts "I mean, this week in this tag match you're going to have two women all over you. I don't like the idea of other women touching what is undeniably mine."
Fang laughs a bit as his wife gives him a sly smile.
"Don't worry," Jon says as he takes her hand and kisses it "Those women don't want to touch me for the same reason you do. Besides their beauty pales in comparison. This is a match, not a date. Those two ladies want to make names for themselves in the UCI, much like I do. Much like my reluctant partner Sven does. We're putting on a show for the fans, and at the end only two of us will come out the winners. I don't know what type of Tag team experience these to ladies have, but for a major portion of my career I was a dominant tag wrestler. I just need to work with Sven and we will get the job done."
"About Sven," Brenda says with an almost evil glint in her eyes "It might not be HIM you should partner with."
"Oh?" Fang replies the curiosity apparant on his face "Do, tell. And who should I be trying to partner with?"
"It seems dear Sven has a second personality" Brenda grins "His name is Max, and it seems he loves violence. So much so that he was barred for Martial Arts competition because he couldn't control himself."
Fang smiles a bit. The dark soul that is the Master Deal Broker coming through to the surface. The wheels already in motion.
"So," Fang chuckles "our choir boy has a dark side. How interesting. Now I'll have to make sure I find a way to bring him out during out match. I need to watch him carefully so I can press his buttons. This Max persona, I do like the sound of that. I do like the idea of forcing him to come to the surface so I can see what I'm dealing with. Baby, I am so glad that you do so much to help me. It really does make me want you more and more."
"Aww, my love," Brenda says slyly as she moves to straddel Jonathan. Her back to the camera blocking any good view that might be caught. She kisses her husband as she lets out a moan and camera blurrs out.
[Interlude 2]
[Our inner demons, that's what it always comes down to. The things that tear us up inside and beat us down. They really are the things that most of us have to come to terms with. I've laid my inner demons bare so that all the world can see them. I've moved on from them to have a successful and satisfying career. I've lived within the bounds of what I can do and can't do for so long that there's a bit of comfort in the darkness that sometimes washes over me. Knowing that there are others who have yet to confront those demons. Those who would run away and create a new identity to deal with them. It interests me in those people. How can I help them to become their true selves. It seems to me that Sven trys so hard to push his violent nature away. He wants to be a good boy. I'm sure that's what his parents instilled in him. He needed to be a good boy. He needed to have dicipline. That's probably where Max came from. Max is Sven trying to rebel against that disipline and control. Sometimes you just have to embrace chaos. Sometimes you have to wrap your anger around you like a warm cloak and wear it with pride. I've known anger like that. I've worked through anger like that. Those were the times I was the most successful. This business is ruthless. It's hungry for blood. It wants chaos and carnage. Sven will never be able to deliver what this business wants. Max might, so I need Max this week. I need to draw him out of Sven, or I need to leave him destroyed in the ring so that there's nothing left of Sven.
I really shouldn't be talking about my partner like this, but I see someone weak who wants to be strong. I see the way for him to have that strength and it's been inside him the whole time. He has his own answers and he just isn't going to do anything about it because he's scared. He scared that Max won't let him come back. He's afraid that he'll become Max forever. You know, Sven, that might not be such a bad thing.]
(Later that evening)
Jonathan Porter is standing out on the balcony of his hotel room. The night is clear, but the light pollution from the city makes it impossible to see the stars above. The Wolf God stand with his back to the camera in a white bath robe, and he begins to speak.
"This is where I'm supposed to tear my opponents apart verbally" Fang says "It's just the traditon of these on air promos that all of you see every week. We do the same thing over and over again to get our points across. I've been talking to all of you out there for years. I talk to you more than I talk to many of the people in my own family. Somehow I never run out of ways to same the same thing over and over again. I've never been at a loss for words in twenty years."
Fang turns around and flashes his smile to the camera.
"And I'm not about to start searching for words now," The True Immortal laughs "I have to admit though it's strange to be at the bottom again. After being on top for so long. After being one of the biggest names where you were. I got used to looking down on my opposition and KNOWING I was better and KNOWING that when I said I was better it was the TRUTH.
Now though it's back to being an assumption. It's back to being something I have to prove. It's back to being just hot air until my match with my opponents is over. Last week Jack got the better of me. It humbled me. It made me see where I was. This week I assure you Ms. Dresden and Ms. Chang won't be able to do the same thing."
Fang sneers as he walks off camera and then walks back on camera carrying a belt. It's inscribed with another promotion's letters. He holds it up and looks at it.
"This," Fang says with a snarl in his voice "Was my greatest achievement. No, this isn't the AWA International Championship I walk into the UCI with the one night and showed of. This is one of the many replica belts, one of the man trophies I have attained of the years. This is the GWA Tag Team title that I earned by myself in the GWA so many years ago. I fought two other men for the right to hold this belt and pick my own partner. I created HISTORY with this belt.
What great achievments can my oppoents boast about? What great things have they done in their careers that put them on my level? I know, I know the little punks who do their YouTube review shows, and the frat boys who drink beer while laughing during their podcasts will say that this belt means nothing because UCI is different. Is it? How's it different than any other promotion that was out there before the commision? Do we fight against interstellar aliens? Demons from hell? Grey Imps from the mighty fields of the great land of Asteroth where the Dark One Garthar slumbers until seventy seven virgins are betrothed to him so he power can reawaken?
No this is wrestling. This is sport. This is the last vestige of ROME. The great gladiators walking into battle to appease Caesar and the unwashed peasants he wishes to keep docile. This is nothing more than entertainment for the brain dead people who can't achieve what we achieve. This is MADNESS, and I've been loving every minute of my insanity since I first strapped on my boots. I don't do this for accolades. They come from my ability to perform in that ring. I have to as my oppoents, can you perform as well or better than me? Do you have the heart to give up everything in your life to pursue what you love? Do you have the conviction to do whatever it takes to earn the titles you want? The four of us are fighting in a tag match this week, next we will all be opponents in a battle royal for the companiy's least important belt, the Rising Stars Championship. Now don't get me wrong. It's the company's least important title, but that's like saying the Gold medal in Olympic Shooting is less important than the ones Michael Phelps won in Swimming. It's a championship period. It's a foot in the door to the main event scene. So this week I've got more than enough reason to put both of you down before you get any ideas that you're better than me."
Fang tosses the belt back off camera, probably to some soft chair he had prepared there since there's no sound of it hitting the ground. He then sneers that trademark sneer of his.
"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you because you're women." Fang says "I've fought many female opponents. Many who at the time in my career that I fought them were better than me. Lady Elizabeth Ashe, Jade Dragon, Stacy Kissinger, Marissa Swanson, and the list goes on. These women we no pushovers. I had to fight them with everything I had. I had to go all out. So don't get the idea that I'm discounting you because you're women. I wouldn't want to get in the ring with Brenda, not because she's my wife, but because I know she knows every move I know. I know how capable my wife is if she decided she'd want to be in that ring. I never take any opponent lightly. I know exactly what I have to do. I have to be relentless. I have to be ruthless. I have to keep on you until you struggle to breath and you struggle to move. I have to dig deep down in me and be my worst."
Fang turns his back on the camera once again.
"Eliza," Fang continues "don't think I didn't do my homework. You were a gymnast and a kickboxer from a young age. You competed in both or most of your life. Many wondered why you didn't go further as a gymnast. I know why. It's fun isn't, Eliza, to damage people you feel need to be damaged? To take out your aggression and frustration on those who do you wrong. To allow them for a moment to think you're weak and frail and then to shut them up by knocking their teeth down their throat. Oh I've seen your type before. The type that thinks that might makes right, as long as they are using that might for the right side of history. You pathetic idealistic fool, there is no right side of history. Only WINNERS get to write history. Losers fall off the face of the Earth never to be seen again. I'm going to ensure that it happens to you. I'm going to push your body to it's limits. I'm going to make you sweat and hurt and beg for me to allow the pain to end.
You see you've only seen one of my three finishers. You've only seen the Fatal Shot. You need to know there's more to me than just one flashy move. I've been trained by the best. I've adapted over time. I've created innovative offense and held one of the biggest titles in our industry. So don't over look me, which I'm sure you will. I'm sure me being old and washed up is going to come out of your mouth. My age will probably be the biggest factor that any of my opponents will ever try and use against me. Let me assure you and Ms. Chang. I've only gotten better with age. I've only become more ruthless, more vicious, and less gullible. I want both of our opponents this week to realize something. I've done this for a long time. This type of match is what I became known for in my early days. I've been the backbone of championship tag teams throughout my career. Sven is going to have an easy match because he's tagging with the TRUE IMMORTAL of PRO WRESTLING a man who is every bit as good has he says he is."
Fang looks up and takes a big deep breath. He holds it for a second. Then he gets that sneer back on his face.
"The smell of fear is in the air, ladies." Fang says "You should be afraid. I'm an equal opportunity destroyer. I don't care if your a woman. I don't care if you're a man. I don't care if you're an enigma. I don't care if you keep quiet, and I will silence you with my skills if you do speak up. I AM the Best in the business today. I AM PRO WRESTLING, I am the embodiment of the Wolf God on Earth. So, Ladies, prepare yourselves for RAGNAROK, Hunting Season is OPEN"
Fang turns and walks past the camera and back into the hotel room. The scene goes black.
Sitting in the back of his limo the True Immortal shakes his head. He is on his way to the airport to head to the next city on the tour. His assistant Derrick is sititng next to him.
" No,Gerritt." Jonathan says getting a bit perturbed with the man now living half way across the world in Amsterdam."It was my fault I made one mistake and the bastard capitalized on it. It happens. It's not the end of the world. Hell I've already been invited to a battle royal for this place's Rising Star Championship. So this Adams guy knows talent when he sees it. I just have to make sure I pump up the intensity."
"You need to be the vicious bastard you were when you were working for me," Gerritt says. "We ruled the AWA for a long time. It was great. Goth and Fang at the head of The Family, keeping the rest of the roster under our thumbs. You came into your own back then."
"I was always better than you, brother," Fang grins "I just held myself back because I didn't want to make "The owner" look bad. Look what it got us though. People saying I was only given title shot after title shot because my brother owned the place. They can't say that about me here."
"Hahaha, If you say so, Jon" Gerritt laughs playfully over the phone "You only ever beat me once."
"All I ever needed, Brother," Fang replies "I'm very proud of what you became. I'm sorry the Commission shut you down."
"It was time," Gerritt replies "I can hardly see, Jason and Alicia needed to be free to do other things, Especially with the new child on the way. The performers weren't getting the guidance they needed. You didn't have the proper stage to shine on. It's nothing to be ashamed about. We were the pinnicle of our corner of the sport for a long time. I'll be happy to watch you be the bastard you are every week on TV. Alright you do well in that tournament, I guess you're off the card this week?"
"No," Fang says "They are pairing me up with a guy who's returning I think for a tag match at the beginning of the card."
"A Tag match," Goth replies "Back in the day you dominated the Tag division with me as your partner and two others."
"Yeah," Jon sneers a bit "I don't want to remember the first guy, but you and Rex were great partners. I don't know anything about this guy. I'm going to have to start digging. His name is Sven Alexander. Brenda is already working to dig up some info on this guy and I already reached out to him to see if he wants to meet up and talk. I need to feel this place out. There's a lot of unknowns about this place since it's relatively new, and there's a great big influx of new talent coming in the door everyday. Seems like one of the few safe havens for performers since the Commission started cracking down on the federations.
Eventually I'll have to become who I really am. Eventually these people are going to see what darkness lies deep within me. The Demons are getting restless. I should have been better last night, but like I said this place isn't where I was, sorry brother, but there's a world of difference between the class of opponent the AWA had at the end to what this place has now. The people here are all Lady Ashe level of challenge."
"Really?" Gerritt sounds incredulous over the phone "I find that hard to believe."
"Believe it," Fang says "The beautifully devious minds that are showing themselves here make this old dark heart of mine smile. Especially the new World Champion. He reminds me so much of you from your younger days. It really has resparked my interest in proving myself to be the best. It's going to take time to assert my will. It's going to once again take careful planning and schemeing. I'm not going to be an important star here over night, Gerritt. I will get there."
"You've always played the long game," Gerritt responds back. "People didn't realize how long ago you planned to become the AWA Universal Champion. They didn't realize that each and every move you made was calculated, and came with a back-up plan should your initial timeline get altered. I always knew. Even when you walked around as the Master Deal Broker and put you services on the line between me and Penny. You always were better at the long term than I was. I was always impatient."
"That impulsiveness served you well," Fang says "Maybe I should draw on it myself from time to time, but I just like to weigh my options and know the dangers I face. It's the businessman in me. You've always been the risk-taker."
"And it's left me broken," Gerritt's voice has regret laden in it "Rich, but broken"
Fang nods his head even though his brother can't see it. The Man in Black looks out the window and begins to slide into his own thoughts. "Bro, I gotta go. Thanks for the pep talk, but I already understand what I have to do. What I always do.. Reinvent myself again. The AWA made me who I am today, but I need to remake myself for the future."
"I'm sure you'll be fine" Gerritt says "Remember the blood you have flowing through your veins. Don't try to be a hero, just be yourself. If you do that they won't know what hit them." The phone goes silent and the Wolf God looks off into space.
[Interlude 1]
[So here we are, first loss in the new company. How am I going to come back from that. I'm sure that's what all the back stabbing knuckle-dragging internet pundits are asking themselves on their self important podcasts. "Oh his accolades from another federation don't mean anything in UCI" as if all I was ever riding on was the accolades I garnered. The accolades mean something because the man who earned them means something. The man who earned them fought and clawed his way up from being a nothing to being a somebody. It's so easy for the cheetos stained fat asses to sit on their laptops or desktops and point out the flaws of someone who's giving there all, but if they were in that ring for even a minute they'd be pissing their pants and screaming for momma.
That's neither here nor there though. No, these kids think they know everything about me. They think they have some inside dirt. They admitted themselves they only keep track of the people they are long term fans of so us "New" guys have to be a little bit more flamboyant. I don't do flamboyant, I do dark and gritty. I do things that make you cover your eyes and peek out through your fingers. These internet bookers think that they have the best solution for everyone. Well thanks for your opinion, but I've been doing this for twenty years and I've been pretty successful, oh yeah that's right my former successes don't me shit. Accolades aren't proof of ability. Keep thinking that kiddies and you'll end up missing the most amazing wrestler you've ever seen.
Don't get me wrong, I know where I stand here in the UCI. I've got nothing right now. I've got an even record of one win and one loss. Hell still a better record then when I started in the GWA fifteen years ago. Back then I did tout myself as the former GCW Television champion, thinking that meant something. Thinking that the GWA was a little fish pool that I could be a big shark in. Took eight straight losses to set me right. Took a major humbling till I finally figured out that the challenge was greater there. The competition meaner. Heck it's a similar situation right now. Young fed growing from a bunch of guys who split from another fed. A fledgling promotion trying to make it on it's own, with new fresh faces walking in the door everyday. It's Deja Vu. I've been here before, seen it once already so it's like going back in time for me. Like a crazy madman from Galifrey landed his little blue box on my front lawn and invited me in. When I came out I was transported back in time with all the experience I had so I could do it all again. That's what I'm looking at right now. I'm rebuilding a legacy that should be done. A household name that many say to put up on a shelf and go away, retire, let the younger generation have the stage. I don't want to do that. I can't do that. I've tried to do it. I really have. I've left the sport time and again only to be drawn back because it's in my blood. Each time I come back I'm better than I was before. Sort of like everything Goku dies in Dragonball Z and returns stronger than he was before. I'm not unstoppable, I have limits, but I will continue to push them. Haters be damned, because small minded fools who can't be bothered to know who they are dealing with are below my need to deal with them. I'm the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling, a god amoung men, and I'm here because I want to face new challenges and prove I'm the best. Prove those past trophies were well deserved, prove that I am WRESTLING.]
(Kansas City)
A beautiful dark-skinned woman in a business skirt ensamble stands on a private airstrip as a blood red plane lands and begins to taxi towards the small airport. She has a black envelope underneath her arms. The plane comes to a stop and the hatch opens. The True Immortal looks out and waves to the woman.
"Hello, My darlin," He says. The Man in Black flashes a toothy grin and makes his way to her. The two of them kiss as husband and wife are reunited. They release and he smiles "So everything go okay? Crisis averted?"
"Of course," Brenda Gillot-Porter says "It wasn't as big a deal as it was made out to be. Seems one of our manufacturers was breaking their contract with us and doing something below board. I got rid of them and found another company to do it. I also got you the information you wanted on your opponents."
"That's great" Fang grins.
"As a bonus," She says to her Husband "I did some digging on your partner."
She hands Jonathan the Black envelope. He opens it up and in a deja vu moment like from last week there are a whole bunch of papers and photos. Some of the two women he will be facing, and others of Sven Alexander who will be tagging with him in this battle.
"Did you approve of Derrick?" Brends asks. "Was his assistance satisfactory?"
"Yes," Fang smiles "He did fine. Not as good as you do, but he did fine."
"You're opponent last week really proved himself," Brenda says "Would you like me to keep an eye on him?"
"Of course," Fang continues to smile "You never know when we could make him an ally. He's got a lot of potential. He's not one of these flash in the pan guys who's trying to crawl out of the underbrush and become a star. He's good. Now, let's get some food I'm famished and I'd like to give this intel a once over. Then we'll get to something a bit more fun when we get to the hotel room."
Brenda grins a big wide grin herself now as her husband slaps her on the ass. The two of them walk towards a blood red limo and get in. It drives off.
{Fifteen years ago}
A locker room door with the sign "Execution" Gaffer taped to it. Mumbleing can be heard inside. The door is slightly cracked and the room visible. Brenda Gillot is standing next to Jonathan Porter as he gets ready for a triple threat match for the GWA Tag Team Championship. A title that he recently lost to Nathanal Havok. A lanky man dressed in black and with his face painted white. Brenda puts her hand on Fang's shoulder.
"You've got this, babe," She says "You just need to focus on the weakest link in that match. Pin Brandon and get your title back. Now have you thought about who you're going to name as your partner once you win?
"Oh, yeah," Fang smiles and looks at the painted man "He's right there. If I'm going to do this, I want to do it right. I want someone just as twisted and sadistic as I am to cover my back. I want Goth here to be my tag partner."
Goth looks surprised and grins. He puts his hand out and the two men shake. The Man in Black stands up and gets right into the face of the man he's chosen to be one half of the GWA Tag Team Champions.
Later in the evening The Hunter holds his trophy high as Nathanal Havok looks on outside the ring and Brandon Idol lays in the middle of the ring dazed after being the victim of a Fatal Shot.
{Present day}
The True Immortal can be seen relaxing in a hot tub. Along his abdomen is a six inch scar that runs diagonally from left to right. He is leaning back against the jets. In the background his wife Brenda can be seen in a purple see through negligie and matching bra and panties. She walks over with a Jack and Coke in hand and places it on the side of the tub.
"Another grueling day at the office?" she smiles
"Another heavy workout," Fang replies. "I want to be ready for the match this week and I also want to be ready for the battle royal. It's amazing how many people are coming out of the woodwork to get this seemingly insignificant belt. I guess anyone who wants to make a name for themselves would love to start their career in the UCI off with gold."
"But you already made a name for yourself," Brenda says "You're the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling. Everyone should know who you are by now."
"In a perfect world," Fang says after taking a sip of his drink "that would be true, but this isn't a perfect world. I've realized how small the Asylum was. While we all thougt it was the end all and be all of pro wrestling, there are hundreds of places out there that feel the same. Millions of Fans that have divided their attention among all those small ponds. The Commission forming and shutting them down has begun to have a ripple effect. It's begun to consolidate all the names who thought they were big into one place. It's made me see that while I am the True Immortal of Pro Wrestling, I have to prove that I am the ONLY ICON THAT MATTERS."
"I have faith you will, my love" Brenda smiles as she slips her clothes off. The woman's body is fit and curvy. She slides into the water and slips over next to her husband.
"I am a little jealous though" Brenda pouts "I mean, this week in this tag match you're going to have two women all over you. I don't like the idea of other women touching what is undeniably mine."
Fang laughs a bit as his wife gives him a sly smile.
"Don't worry," Jon says as he takes her hand and kisses it "Those women don't want to touch me for the same reason you do. Besides their beauty pales in comparison. This is a match, not a date. Those two ladies want to make names for themselves in the UCI, much like I do. Much like my reluctant partner Sven does. We're putting on a show for the fans, and at the end only two of us will come out the winners. I don't know what type of Tag team experience these to ladies have, but for a major portion of my career I was a dominant tag wrestler. I just need to work with Sven and we will get the job done."
"About Sven," Brenda says with an almost evil glint in her eyes "It might not be HIM you should partner with."
"Oh?" Fang replies the curiosity apparant on his face "Do, tell. And who should I be trying to partner with?"
"It seems dear Sven has a second personality" Brenda grins "His name is Max, and it seems he loves violence. So much so that he was barred for Martial Arts competition because he couldn't control himself."
Fang smiles a bit. The dark soul that is the Master Deal Broker coming through to the surface. The wheels already in motion.
"So," Fang chuckles "our choir boy has a dark side. How interesting. Now I'll have to make sure I find a way to bring him out during out match. I need to watch him carefully so I can press his buttons. This Max persona, I do like the sound of that. I do like the idea of forcing him to come to the surface so I can see what I'm dealing with. Baby, I am so glad that you do so much to help me. It really does make me want you more and more."
"Aww, my love," Brenda says slyly as she moves to straddel Jonathan. Her back to the camera blocking any good view that might be caught. She kisses her husband as she lets out a moan and camera blurrs out.
[Interlude 2]
[Our inner demons, that's what it always comes down to. The things that tear us up inside and beat us down. They really are the things that most of us have to come to terms with. I've laid my inner demons bare so that all the world can see them. I've moved on from them to have a successful and satisfying career. I've lived within the bounds of what I can do and can't do for so long that there's a bit of comfort in the darkness that sometimes washes over me. Knowing that there are others who have yet to confront those demons. Those who would run away and create a new identity to deal with them. It interests me in those people. How can I help them to become their true selves. It seems to me that Sven trys so hard to push his violent nature away. He wants to be a good boy. I'm sure that's what his parents instilled in him. He needed to be a good boy. He needed to have dicipline. That's probably where Max came from. Max is Sven trying to rebel against that disipline and control. Sometimes you just have to embrace chaos. Sometimes you have to wrap your anger around you like a warm cloak and wear it with pride. I've known anger like that. I've worked through anger like that. Those were the times I was the most successful. This business is ruthless. It's hungry for blood. It wants chaos and carnage. Sven will never be able to deliver what this business wants. Max might, so I need Max this week. I need to draw him out of Sven, or I need to leave him destroyed in the ring so that there's nothing left of Sven.
I really shouldn't be talking about my partner like this, but I see someone weak who wants to be strong. I see the way for him to have that strength and it's been inside him the whole time. He has his own answers and he just isn't going to do anything about it because he's scared. He scared that Max won't let him come back. He's afraid that he'll become Max forever. You know, Sven, that might not be such a bad thing.]
(Later that evening)
Jonathan Porter is standing out on the balcony of his hotel room. The night is clear, but the light pollution from the city makes it impossible to see the stars above. The Wolf God stand with his back to the camera in a white bath robe, and he begins to speak.
"This is where I'm supposed to tear my opponents apart verbally" Fang says "It's just the traditon of these on air promos that all of you see every week. We do the same thing over and over again to get our points across. I've been talking to all of you out there for years. I talk to you more than I talk to many of the people in my own family. Somehow I never run out of ways to same the same thing over and over again. I've never been at a loss for words in twenty years."
Fang turns around and flashes his smile to the camera.
"And I'm not about to start searching for words now," The True Immortal laughs "I have to admit though it's strange to be at the bottom again. After being on top for so long. After being one of the biggest names where you were. I got used to looking down on my opposition and KNOWING I was better and KNOWING that when I said I was better it was the TRUTH.
Now though it's back to being an assumption. It's back to being something I have to prove. It's back to being just hot air until my match with my opponents is over. Last week Jack got the better of me. It humbled me. It made me see where I was. This week I assure you Ms. Dresden and Ms. Chang won't be able to do the same thing."
Fang sneers as he walks off camera and then walks back on camera carrying a belt. It's inscribed with another promotion's letters. He holds it up and looks at it.
"This," Fang says with a snarl in his voice "Was my greatest achievement. No, this isn't the AWA International Championship I walk into the UCI with the one night and showed of. This is one of the many replica belts, one of the man trophies I have attained of the years. This is the GWA Tag Team title that I earned by myself in the GWA so many years ago. I fought two other men for the right to hold this belt and pick my own partner. I created HISTORY with this belt.
What great achievments can my oppoents boast about? What great things have they done in their careers that put them on my level? I know, I know the little punks who do their YouTube review shows, and the frat boys who drink beer while laughing during their podcasts will say that this belt means nothing because UCI is different. Is it? How's it different than any other promotion that was out there before the commision? Do we fight against interstellar aliens? Demons from hell? Grey Imps from the mighty fields of the great land of Asteroth where the Dark One Garthar slumbers until seventy seven virgins are betrothed to him so he power can reawaken?
No this is wrestling. This is sport. This is the last vestige of ROME. The great gladiators walking into battle to appease Caesar and the unwashed peasants he wishes to keep docile. This is nothing more than entertainment for the brain dead people who can't achieve what we achieve. This is MADNESS, and I've been loving every minute of my insanity since I first strapped on my boots. I don't do this for accolades. They come from my ability to perform in that ring. I have to as my oppoents, can you perform as well or better than me? Do you have the heart to give up everything in your life to pursue what you love? Do you have the conviction to do whatever it takes to earn the titles you want? The four of us are fighting in a tag match this week, next we will all be opponents in a battle royal for the companiy's least important belt, the Rising Stars Championship. Now don't get me wrong. It's the company's least important title, but that's like saying the Gold medal in Olympic Shooting is less important than the ones Michael Phelps won in Swimming. It's a championship period. It's a foot in the door to the main event scene. So this week I've got more than enough reason to put both of you down before you get any ideas that you're better than me."
Fang tosses the belt back off camera, probably to some soft chair he had prepared there since there's no sound of it hitting the ground. He then sneers that trademark sneer of his.
"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you because you're women." Fang says "I've fought many female opponents. Many who at the time in my career that I fought them were better than me. Lady Elizabeth Ashe, Jade Dragon, Stacy Kissinger, Marissa Swanson, and the list goes on. These women we no pushovers. I had to fight them with everything I had. I had to go all out. So don't get the idea that I'm discounting you because you're women. I wouldn't want to get in the ring with Brenda, not because she's my wife, but because I know she knows every move I know. I know how capable my wife is if she decided she'd want to be in that ring. I never take any opponent lightly. I know exactly what I have to do. I have to be relentless. I have to be ruthless. I have to keep on you until you struggle to breath and you struggle to move. I have to dig deep down in me and be my worst."
Fang turns his back on the camera once again.
"Eliza," Fang continues "don't think I didn't do my homework. You were a gymnast and a kickboxer from a young age. You competed in both or most of your life. Many wondered why you didn't go further as a gymnast. I know why. It's fun isn't, Eliza, to damage people you feel need to be damaged? To take out your aggression and frustration on those who do you wrong. To allow them for a moment to think you're weak and frail and then to shut them up by knocking their teeth down their throat. Oh I've seen your type before. The type that thinks that might makes right, as long as they are using that might for the right side of history. You pathetic idealistic fool, there is no right side of history. Only WINNERS get to write history. Losers fall off the face of the Earth never to be seen again. I'm going to ensure that it happens to you. I'm going to push your body to it's limits. I'm going to make you sweat and hurt and beg for me to allow the pain to end.
You see you've only seen one of my three finishers. You've only seen the Fatal Shot. You need to know there's more to me than just one flashy move. I've been trained by the best. I've adapted over time. I've created innovative offense and held one of the biggest titles in our industry. So don't over look me, which I'm sure you will. I'm sure me being old and washed up is going to come out of your mouth. My age will probably be the biggest factor that any of my opponents will ever try and use against me. Let me assure you and Ms. Chang. I've only gotten better with age. I've only become more ruthless, more vicious, and less gullible. I want both of our opponents this week to realize something. I've done this for a long time. This type of match is what I became known for in my early days. I've been the backbone of championship tag teams throughout my career. Sven is going to have an easy match because he's tagging with the TRUE IMMORTAL of PRO WRESTLING a man who is every bit as good has he says he is."
Fang looks up and takes a big deep breath. He holds it for a second. Then he gets that sneer back on his face.
"The smell of fear is in the air, ladies." Fang says "You should be afraid. I'm an equal opportunity destroyer. I don't care if your a woman. I don't care if you're a man. I don't care if you're an enigma. I don't care if you keep quiet, and I will silence you with my skills if you do speak up. I AM the Best in the business today. I AM PRO WRESTLING, I am the embodiment of the Wolf God on Earth. So, Ladies, prepare yourselves for RAGNAROK, Hunting Season is OPEN"
Fang turns and walks past the camera and back into the hotel room. The scene goes black.
