Post by Fang on Aug 26, 2016 8:38:58 GMT -6
[Pain, I've felt it before. I've felt it all my life. I've dealt with it. There's always a new one to deal with. Knee, gut, heartbreak each pain feels different. Each pain adds something else to the darkness that has grown inside me. Each pain has driven me to be greater than I thought I could be. Pain, I deal with it every waking moment of my life.]
(Eighteen years ago South Africa)
"Mister Porter," A voice calls to him from the murky depths of the darkness. "Mr. Porter, it's time to wake up and take your medication."
Bleary and disoriented the GCW Wrestler opens his eyes. The hot African day hasn't even started and the dry heat is already bringing a sweat to his brow. He looks at the frail looking black man infront of him. A doctor here at the hospital. He wonders again why he's here and then a sharp pain fills his abdomen. He had been on a Safari with a group of old friends and his wife Cassandra. The rest is all a blur, though while he was out he did have a strange dream about trying to hold his own guts in with his bare hands. He reaches out for the small cup of pills. He shakily does them like a shot. He sips some water from a straw and the pills slide down his throat. He can feel each one of them as they make their way down into the pit of his stomach.
"What happened?" he asks in almost a whisper, still groggy from being roused from sleep.
"You shouldn't worry about that now," The doctor says. "You need to rest and let your stitches heal."
"Stitches?" Jonathan pulls the sheet off him and looks down. A large diagonal scar runs down his abdomen and the memories of an angry lioness tearing into him come back into his mind. A look of fear fills his face.
"She was quite displeased that you stole her meal," The doctor says "She wanted to make you a replacement, but your brother Jacob saved you. It took ten hours to fix the damage. You've been asleep for four days, Mr. Porter."
"I've got a show," Jonathan says as he can feel the pain killers and sedatives kicking in.
"You're not going to be wrestling for a while," The Doctor says "In fact you might never be able to go back again. That little lady did quite a number on you. You're body needs time to heal and you'll need therapy. Now Relax and get some sleep."
Jonathan fades back into the embrace of sleep. Time passes. Days, weeks, and months go by. The Spirit of the Wolf's body heals, but damage has already been done. The man known as Fang has been out of Wreslting for six months now. The fans have begun to forget his name. His wife is on the road with the production touring with them as an executive assistant. It's helping to pay the bills and for his therapy, but Cassandra has become more and more distant. Life is passing Jonathan by.
"So you're not coming home this week?" Jon says into the phone. "That all this call is going to be again isn't it. Just telling me you won't see me. We're supposed to be working on getting me back into the ring. Yeah, I get it, your busy, I'll talk to you on Tuesday after the show."
Fang hangs the phone up and lowers his head and holds it in his hands. He reaches over to the bottle on the table. He brings it over and takes the cap off. He just tips it to his lips and takes a nice long swig. Then there's a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Jonathan snarls "I'm busy."
"Busy drowning your sorrows in Jack again?" the voice is deep and Fang notices it right away.
"Vic?" Fang replies. "Oh shit, it's that time already?"
"Yeah," Vic says "I figured you needed a workout. Also I brought someone to meet you. Might help with getting you back in the ring."
Fang gets up and walks over to the door. He's still holding the bottle in his hands. He opens the door and sees an older gentleman with silver hair a bald spot and a salt and pepper beard. He recognizes him right away."
"Mr. Cromwell." Fang says. "What do I owe this pleasure. I mean Jase hasn't returned any of my calls regarding when I can come back."
"That's because Jase doesn't want you back" Cromwell says "But I do. I came here without his knowledge."
"Why doesn't he want me back?" Fang growls.
There's a look on Cromwell's face and he doesn't want to say the real reason. He just shakes his head.
"Just be glad he's in a position right now where he doesn't get to make these decisions." Cromwell replies. "I'm booking your return for next month. I've got an angle for it too. You basically are going to buy back the vacated television title."
"So I'm coming back as a heel?" Fang questions
"Basically." Cromwell says "Jase has pretty much thinned out our roster by either dicking over of firing outright most of our top heels and hiring his talentless friends. I need to build someone new if this place is to survive. Also Cassandra won't be your valet anymore. She's been moved to the back of the house."
Fang shakes his head to clear it. His wife is now working in back, he's not sure what's going on but something isn't right. He finally puts the bottle down on the table and turns to Vic.
"I, I'm kinda confused" He says to his old friend
"This is stuff you're going to have to see for yourself, Jon." Vic says "We have to get you ready for the ring again though. We need to get started. Get your things."
Fang turns and walks off to the back. A few minutes later he comes back out with a gym bag and the three men leave. The scene fades out.
(Present)
The Man in Black sits in the E.R. his arm in a sling. A tall thin black man in a white coat walks over. He hands the True Immortal a perscription. Fang looks at it and balls it up.
"Now come on, Mr. Porter." The man says "Those will help with the pain."
"No thanks," Fang says "I don't need them."
"I really think you..." The doctor is interrupted by a female voice
"He said he doesn't need them." Brenda Gillot Porter says as she walks into the room "Did you read his history, doc? Jon was addicted to pain pills before. He doesn't use them anymore because he doesn't want to get hooked on them again. He doesn't need them either. Will he be ready for the next week?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Porter." The Doctor says "It was just a dislocation but there is some muscle strain. I don't want him doing anything that will make the injury worse. I'd suggest anything he has to do next weekend be put off for at least another week."
"That's not going to happen," Fang snarls. "I'm in a battle royal for the UCI Rising Stars championship this week. I can't postpone it. I need to be in it. I need to win it. I need to cement myself as a dominant force in the UCI NOW, not later. The sooner, the better."
"Well I'm not going to clear you, Mr. Porter." The doctor says to him.
Fang stands up and looks the doctor straight in the eye. The doctor doesn't budge. Fang sneers at him and looks him up and down.
"Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?" Porter says "Do you understand WHO the hell I am? Do you have any idea how much funding I sink into hospitals like this everyday. Do you know how quickly I can have your tenure revoked?"
"I don't care if you're the Pope, Mr. Porter," The doctor continues "My job is to patch people up and make sure they stay healthy. My job is to make sure we don't have to replace that shoulder like they had to replace your knee. My job is to make sure you can fight and win. I'm still not clearing you."
"Then I'll find someone who will," Fang snarls. Fang storms out of the room. Brenda stays behind, she looks at the doctor.
"You should really reconsider this," She says to him.
"Why? You going to threaten me too?" The Doctor replies back.
"Jonathan is just hurt and angry right now" Brenda smiles "He'll get over his little tirade. He's just seeing red because he knows the guy who did this to him is also in the battle royal this week. He wants to get him back."
"I just don't want his shoulder to get worse." The Doctor says with concern in his voice.
"We won't allow that to happen." Brenda grins "With the money we have at our disposal he'll be ready for the match."
"There's no way he's going to be a hundred percent by then." The Doctor says a bit angered that no one is listening to him. "He needs at least two weeks off to let the sprained muscles heal. That's what I recommend, but I have the feeling he's just going to do whatever he wants anyway. It's a war I'm not going to win. So he should at least rest as much as possible before the Battle Royal and make sure the shoulder is well taped."
"I won't let him do anything stupid, Doc. " Brenda winks "You can count on that."
Brenda turns to go find where her husband went and the scene fades out.
(Interlude )
[Looks like I got what I wanted. I pulled out the darker side of my partner during the match. Seems though that he had his own game plan. I don't fault Max for trying to take me out before the battle royal. Hell I'm more frustrated that I didn't think of it myself. I already know the ability of some of my opponents going into this fight, I already know that I have to be wary of whatever they might try to do. I'm going into this and because most of these participants just signed up a few days before the cut off I don't have a lot of information. I've always done better against my opponents when I could do some digging on them. When I could look into their past. Maybe while I rest my shoulder this week I can get on the web and look up some stuff. There's a lot of people in this thing. Everyone wants a piece of that gold and it seems that this is the best way to get a quick start in the UCI. There's just one problem the rest of them have to deal with. The fact that I'm here. The best in the Business today. I'm not going to lose, I can't afford to. Shoulder be damned I'm going to make Sven wish he'd kept better control of his alter ego. I'll be the last man standing this week. I'll eliminate everyone else. I'll take home this gold and it will only be the beginning.]
(6 years ago)
The clanking of metal plates can be heard at Allied Health systems in Scotrun, PA. The True Immortal is sitting with his left knee CPM machine while others around him are working on their own problems. The Wolf God is laying on the bed as the machine slowly moves his knee. A beautiful young blonde walks over to check on him.
"Well Mr. Porter," She asks with a cheery smile "How does that feel?
"It's helping." The Former Asylum Wrestling Alliance general manager says. "Anything to help me get rid of that damn cane."
Fang points to the siliver and black cane with a silver wolf's head on top of it. The young woman grins and bit and puts her hand on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Don't worry we'll get you back to the point where you're running like a twenty year old." she says all perky and cheery "So how did this injury happen."
"Years of wear and tear from my days as a professional wrestler." Fang replies.
The girl looks at him, it's as if a light goes of.
"NO WAY," She says "Wait, you're THAT JONATHAN PORTER?"
"Yeah" Fang says
"My brothers are big fans of yours." She says. "Can I get a picture to send to them over the phone. They're never going to believe it."
Fang almost wants to roll his eyes and get out of there, but he's strapped into the damn machinke. He sighs a bit and surrenders to the inevitable. The young P. T. gets one of her co-workers to snap the picture. She sits uncomfortably close to him on the bed. She accidentally puts her hand on his right thigh. She notices how strong the man is and how firm and muscular his thighs are and begins to blush a bit. With her ear close to his mouth he whispers to her.
"Don't get to excited," The 37 year old man says "I'm happily married, you have to go through the wife is you want a piece of this."
Instead of getting embarassed more she grins as she looks over and sees Brenda looking at her. She does get a little uncomfortable.
"Don't worry" Jon says "You happen to be her type, Brenda eats blonds for breakfast"
The picture taking session is over and the traner walks away. She leaves for about twenty minutes to go talk to Brenda about things related to the rehab. The machine finally shuts down and she comes back to unstrap him.
"Well," She says "you're all done for the day, Mr Porter. Since you don't have therapy tomorrow you should sit in the one you rented from us for a couple hours on and off. It really will accelerate the healing process. If you have any pain, take a couple Tylenol. Since you know you can't have any opiods."
Fang smiles and grabs his cane. He begins to walk away when the trainer hands him a piece of paper. On it is a girls name, and a cell number.
"If you have any problems," She says. "Give me a call. Don't worry I cleared it with your wife." She gives him a playful wink
Fang watches the personal trainer walk away. He then walks over to his wife. She kisses him and smiles at him.
"You always gotta start trouble," He says with a chuckle in his voice
"You're going to get bored while you're rehabbing." she grins "And I've got work to get done. Besides I didn't just invite her for you to play with."
The two of them laugh a bit and then walk out or the Health Center.
(Porter Compound. Long Pond, Pennsylvania August 24th 2016)
The Wolf God is sitting outside on a green lawn chair on his deck looking out at the landscape in front of him. A beautiful large wooded seven acre spread with a road leading down to the gated entrance. A beautiful pond in situated in the center with a small sandy beach close to the deck. A red nosed pit runs around the yard. The Man in Black has a large ice pack sitting on his right shoulder. He seems to be mumbling to himself a bit.
"Yeah what a great idea," Fang says to nobody around him. "Push the kid and see how twisted this Max guy can actually be. Well now I know don't I? "
A wicked grin comes on Fang's face as his expression turns sadistic. He slowly stands up. The dog runs up to him and sits infront of him. He pats the dog on the head. Brenda's voice is heard calling the name Deem and the dog looks and takes off running into the house. Fang lays the ice pack on a nearby table and then places his hands on the rail of the deck.
"This just means I can really let myself go," Fang laughs. "Oh, Sven, don't apologize for what your inner self did to me. He was thinking the right thing. Weaken your opponent. Take him down a peg. Make it harder for him to participate in the battle royal. Yeah, that's one sadistic son of a bitch you've got locked up inside you. Just means I have to play a bit harder."
The True Immortal laughs a bit. Looking out across his property. He rubs his right shoulder and winces a bit. He nods his head.
"Not going to be a hundred percent this week." Fang sneers "But I've battled on with worse done to me. See Max made one mistake. He made one error which is going to bite him in the ass. He didn't finish the job. He didn't insure that there was more damage done to me. He didn't put me down. Now I'm a wounded animal. You know what they say about wounded animals, Sven.
I guess it really is time to stop playing games here in the UCI. It's time I let my true nature come out. It's time I showed you why I'm admiring Howard Black so much. It's time I show you why the call me the Devil you don't know. You want to play games with me Max? You want to think you're sadistic? That you have the market cornered on violence? You think you're the only one who can dislocate someone's body parts. Think again, son. Think long an hard about the retribution that's coming your way. Think about what I'm going to do when I get my hands on you. You're weak Max. You're simple. You're angry for no reason other than to be angry. I'm cool, calm, and calculating. I'm better than you in every way, Max. I'm better than everyone who's getting into that ring for the battle royal combined. I'm going to snatch that Rising Stars championship out from under your fingertips. There's not a damn thing you can do about it either, boy.
Let's analyze why you actually came out last week, Max. You're jealous that Sven got attention from a woman. I bet that happens alot huh? The kinder, gentler Sven gets more attention from the women, even when they know about you. It's their maternal instinct to fix a poor broken kid, Max, don't take it personal. They'll let you out when they want a wild time in the bedroom and they realize Sven is too soft hearted to give them what they want. No need to get jealous."
Fang chuckles a bit as he pauses to let his words sink in. He turns around and leans against the railing and the camera turns with him.
"You and Sven," Jonathan sneers "Really need to learn to work together better. Seems like he's the brain and you're the brawn. You need to heed him when he's trying to tell you something's not a good idea. Angering a God is NEVER a good idea."
Jon begins to walk along the deck as he looks out across his home. He watches as a deer eats grass close to the small pond. He turns back to the camera.
"Then there's Dresden," Fang shakes his head "Or there would have been Dresden, but after all her bravado and telling Sven that he wouldn't have my help in the battle royal, she's gone and replaced by another unknown name Kestrel. Well I hope you fly like your name implies, little birdie. At least I know enough about Sven and Max to know that you probably won't even get to me. He'll have probably stomped you and plucked your feathers.
Next is Lara Chang, what an utter disappointment you are my dear. Absolutely no fun to play with. I'm sure you'll think up something quick and vapid to say this week against the overwhelming odds you'll be facing. You didn't have much to communicate to us this week though. I wonder what it is about some of the people who get contracts here and then disappear. Night Wolf was hardly around either. I'm going to say this to all the new hopefulls who've signed contracts with Spencer and the UCI. I'm not here to play games. I'm here to win titles. I'm here to fight against talented opponents who are atleast interested in putting on a good show. This battle royal comes along and a whole bunch of nobodies come out of the woodwork. People who are all confident that they're going to be the next Rising Star Champion. The only problem is that each and every one of them has never faced someone like me before.
I get it, Spencer saw something in each and every one of you. He sees your potential. Here's the thing, I come with a pedigree. I come with a list of things I've done. I come with the experience of fighting some of the toughest sons a bitches the wrestling world has ever produced. I clawed my way up from the bottom of the pile. I climed out of the abyss of obscurity. I WAS THE FACE THAT RAN THE PLACE for years. Now I know that I've got to prove every word I say. Here's the things ladies and gentlefucks, I've never been known as a liar. I always deliver on what I say I'm going to deliver on. I always put my honor on the line to do what I say I'm going to do. I don't know much about the people I'm facing this week other than their names. Celeste Mallory and I traded a small barb on Twitter the other day, other than that I don't know much about her. I'm sure she's talented. I'm sure she can take on who ever she wants and I'm sure she's had her share of victories. I just don't give a damn about that, because I know what I'M capable of. I know what lengths I'll go to to get what I want. I'm not going to back down from anyone in that ring this week, or EVER. "
Fang winces as he shakes with the emotion he's talking with and his shoulder reacts. He reaches over and rubs the offending body part. The pain just seems to make him madder.
"I worked so damn hard to get to the top of my game," the Man in Black is shaking in rage right now "And the Commission's come along and destroyed all that. Took it away from me. So ladies, fellas, if I don't address you all one by one in this damn thing, don't take it personal, but my own Agenda just goes right through you. I want to be back at the top again, like I've been for a good eight years now. I want the world to see that no matter where I go. No matter what promotion signs me, I'm the very very best in the world. I'm trying to prove that nobody is as good as I am. I'm going to do it this week on a torn up shoulder. Why? Because pain isn't new to me. I've dealt with pain many times over the years. I've had body parts destroyed and rebuilt. I've done nothing but overcome the pain. Now Max may have given me this pain in my shoulder, and he will pay for that. He may have made it a point to try and take me out. He failed. The only think Max did was make it that much harder for any of you to beat me. Why you may ask? Because I'm that much more determined to get that belt now than I was before my match last week.
You see while my opponents want to taunt each other on Twitter, and I do admit it's fun. I've seen two of my opponents barely show any resolve at all and another well Night Wolf was just kind of pathetic. I'm really starting to think the only one who was worth fighting was Jack. Celeste pretty pictures of you in your underware don't impress me, you've probably already seen what I go home to after my time out on the road. So keep flirting with the young hormonal boys. I'm fine. Meanwhile I'll be concentrating on getting this shoulder ready for the Battle Royal. I'll be making sure I don't fall behind on whatever data I can get on all of my opponents. It's time to make my grab for my very first brass ring. Nobody's going to stop me. Not you, not Lara, not Kesterl, not Sven or Max, and I'm sure that all the guys and girls waiting in the wings to pipe up are going to be hoping that can use this injury against me. It is after all the elephant in the room. It's glaring, it's right in front of you. If you need any more proof of who I am go ahead and look up the 2015 Dante's Escape from Hell Match from the last promotion I was in. I may have lost, but neither one of the guys I fought that night are still in this sport."
Fang grins a bit as he thinks about that night. He looks around as Brenda has brought out some liquid refresment. He smiles as he notices the top has already be taken off the beer. The brown bottle with the tan label is the Pennsylvania staple Yuengling Lager. He takes a long pull of the bottle and gets back to his thoughts.
"And I could go on," Fang says. "I could ramble about the past, the things I've done. That wouldn't help me. I have to look towards that bright road a head. Well maybe not a bright road. The road I travel is going to take me to a very familiar place. A place I've dwelled for most of my career. You see we saw a bit of darkness from Kestrel this week as she damaged Eliza and took her place. We saw some darkness from Max when he tried to put me out. What you're going to see at Meltdown is the type of darkness that you only get to see once or twice in your life time and live to tell your grandchildren about it. The type of malice that I'm bringing is going to be a once in a lifetime experience for most of you in this match. The DEPTHS OF HELL I have crawled out of well there's a reason I invented a match called Dante's Escape from Hell. I'd love to address each and everyone of my opponents this week. I'd love to pick each of you apart verbally. I'd love to point to each of your flaws and tell you why you're going to fail. Alas none of you want to hear it. You'd just do what everyone does. Celeste has already done it. She pointed out to how old I was. Called me a Dreamer. Well we're all dreamers aren't we? We all want our dream to be the best to come true. Thing is my dream to be the best already has come true. My dream to be at the top has happened twice already. I'm just betting on being able to do it again. To ride the lightning I have harnessed, to climb that mountain and find that I've been the Guru sitting up there the whole time waiting for myself to return from my little astral walk about.
And I will get back to the top. I will become the man who says he IS the UCI just like I was the man who said I WAS THE AWA. Because I will dominate. I will destroy and if I have to I WILL CRUCIFY my competition. I will blow the roof off the arena and I will blow the fans minds when they see what depth I will sink to to win. They will learn to either love, hate, and respect me. I'm not here to be a savior. I'm not here to be a saint. I'm here to win and prove that I AM the BEST IN THE BUSINES TODAY. I'm here to show you all that I AM THE ONLY ICON THAT MATTERS. If I have to put my boot down each and every one of your throats I will. If I have to rough up a few women, I will. I'm not a good guy."
Fang hold puts down his beer and holds up his hands. He winces a bit as he moves his shoulder. He puts his palms toward the camera.
"These hands," Fang sneers. "These hands have had their share of blood on them They've felt their share of bones snap, of joints pop out of place. I've left my own FAMILY bruised and bloodied in the ring. So whatever little fantasies you have running around in your heads about how badass and evil you are, well you best leave those in the locker room. You really think this."
Fang points to his right shoulder.
"Is going to slow me down?" The Man in Black laughs a bit "You best find some videos on me and study up. You best think about what your dealing with. You should already be writing your wills and praying to your false gods. I've got ten opponents to plow through in this fight. All I got to say is those are uneven odds and you better get more guys. That Rising Stars Championship belt? Yeah it's going over this shoulder. It's going on my wall. It's going to be JUST ANOTHER TROPHY in a long line of trophies I've amassed over the years and Ryan Jones, Archer Holt, and Zanatos, well those names will just be more names added to the long list of people I've defeated in my twenty year career. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm taking names, I'm kicking ass, and I'm claiming MY CHAMPIONSHIP. It would be best if you'd all just get the hell out of my damn way. Prepare yourselves for Ragnarok, puny mortals. The TRUE IMMORTAL IS HERE, and HUNTING SEASON IS OPEN.
The scene fades to black.
(Eighteen years ago South Africa)
"Mister Porter," A voice calls to him from the murky depths of the darkness. "Mr. Porter, it's time to wake up and take your medication."
Bleary and disoriented the GCW Wrestler opens his eyes. The hot African day hasn't even started and the dry heat is already bringing a sweat to his brow. He looks at the frail looking black man infront of him. A doctor here at the hospital. He wonders again why he's here and then a sharp pain fills his abdomen. He had been on a Safari with a group of old friends and his wife Cassandra. The rest is all a blur, though while he was out he did have a strange dream about trying to hold his own guts in with his bare hands. He reaches out for the small cup of pills. He shakily does them like a shot. He sips some water from a straw and the pills slide down his throat. He can feel each one of them as they make their way down into the pit of his stomach.
"What happened?" he asks in almost a whisper, still groggy from being roused from sleep.
"You shouldn't worry about that now," The doctor says. "You need to rest and let your stitches heal."
"Stitches?" Jonathan pulls the sheet off him and looks down. A large diagonal scar runs down his abdomen and the memories of an angry lioness tearing into him come back into his mind. A look of fear fills his face.
"She was quite displeased that you stole her meal," The doctor says "She wanted to make you a replacement, but your brother Jacob saved you. It took ten hours to fix the damage. You've been asleep for four days, Mr. Porter."
"I've got a show," Jonathan says as he can feel the pain killers and sedatives kicking in.
"You're not going to be wrestling for a while," The Doctor says "In fact you might never be able to go back again. That little lady did quite a number on you. You're body needs time to heal and you'll need therapy. Now Relax and get some sleep."
Jonathan fades back into the embrace of sleep. Time passes. Days, weeks, and months go by. The Spirit of the Wolf's body heals, but damage has already been done. The man known as Fang has been out of Wreslting for six months now. The fans have begun to forget his name. His wife is on the road with the production touring with them as an executive assistant. It's helping to pay the bills and for his therapy, but Cassandra has become more and more distant. Life is passing Jonathan by.
"So you're not coming home this week?" Jon says into the phone. "That all this call is going to be again isn't it. Just telling me you won't see me. We're supposed to be working on getting me back into the ring. Yeah, I get it, your busy, I'll talk to you on Tuesday after the show."
Fang hangs the phone up and lowers his head and holds it in his hands. He reaches over to the bottle on the table. He brings it over and takes the cap off. He just tips it to his lips and takes a nice long swig. Then there's a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Jonathan snarls "I'm busy."
"Busy drowning your sorrows in Jack again?" the voice is deep and Fang notices it right away.
"Vic?" Fang replies. "Oh shit, it's that time already?"
"Yeah," Vic says "I figured you needed a workout. Also I brought someone to meet you. Might help with getting you back in the ring."
Fang gets up and walks over to the door. He's still holding the bottle in his hands. He opens the door and sees an older gentleman with silver hair a bald spot and a salt and pepper beard. He recognizes him right away."
"Mr. Cromwell." Fang says. "What do I owe this pleasure. I mean Jase hasn't returned any of my calls regarding when I can come back."
"That's because Jase doesn't want you back" Cromwell says "But I do. I came here without his knowledge."
"Why doesn't he want me back?" Fang growls.
There's a look on Cromwell's face and he doesn't want to say the real reason. He just shakes his head.
"Just be glad he's in a position right now where he doesn't get to make these decisions." Cromwell replies. "I'm booking your return for next month. I've got an angle for it too. You basically are going to buy back the vacated television title."
"So I'm coming back as a heel?" Fang questions
"Basically." Cromwell says "Jase has pretty much thinned out our roster by either dicking over of firing outright most of our top heels and hiring his talentless friends. I need to build someone new if this place is to survive. Also Cassandra won't be your valet anymore. She's been moved to the back of the house."
Fang shakes his head to clear it. His wife is now working in back, he's not sure what's going on but something isn't right. He finally puts the bottle down on the table and turns to Vic.
"I, I'm kinda confused" He says to his old friend
"This is stuff you're going to have to see for yourself, Jon." Vic says "We have to get you ready for the ring again though. We need to get started. Get your things."
Fang turns and walks off to the back. A few minutes later he comes back out with a gym bag and the three men leave. The scene fades out.
(Present)
The Man in Black sits in the E.R. his arm in a sling. A tall thin black man in a white coat walks over. He hands the True Immortal a perscription. Fang looks at it and balls it up.
"Now come on, Mr. Porter." The man says "Those will help with the pain."
"No thanks," Fang says "I don't need them."
"I really think you..." The doctor is interrupted by a female voice
"He said he doesn't need them." Brenda Gillot Porter says as she walks into the room "Did you read his history, doc? Jon was addicted to pain pills before. He doesn't use them anymore because he doesn't want to get hooked on them again. He doesn't need them either. Will he be ready for the next week?"
"I don't know, Mrs. Porter." The Doctor says "It was just a dislocation but there is some muscle strain. I don't want him doing anything that will make the injury worse. I'd suggest anything he has to do next weekend be put off for at least another week."
"That's not going to happen," Fang snarls. "I'm in a battle royal for the UCI Rising Stars championship this week. I can't postpone it. I need to be in it. I need to win it. I need to cement myself as a dominant force in the UCI NOW, not later. The sooner, the better."
"Well I'm not going to clear you, Mr. Porter." The doctor says to him.
Fang stands up and looks the doctor straight in the eye. The doctor doesn't budge. Fang sneers at him and looks him up and down.
"Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?" Porter says "Do you understand WHO the hell I am? Do you have any idea how much funding I sink into hospitals like this everyday. Do you know how quickly I can have your tenure revoked?"
"I don't care if you're the Pope, Mr. Porter," The doctor continues "My job is to patch people up and make sure they stay healthy. My job is to make sure we don't have to replace that shoulder like they had to replace your knee. My job is to make sure you can fight and win. I'm still not clearing you."
"Then I'll find someone who will," Fang snarls. Fang storms out of the room. Brenda stays behind, she looks at the doctor.
"You should really reconsider this," She says to him.
"Why? You going to threaten me too?" The Doctor replies back.
"Jonathan is just hurt and angry right now" Brenda smiles "He'll get over his little tirade. He's just seeing red because he knows the guy who did this to him is also in the battle royal this week. He wants to get him back."
"I just don't want his shoulder to get worse." The Doctor says with concern in his voice.
"We won't allow that to happen." Brenda grins "With the money we have at our disposal he'll be ready for the match."
"There's no way he's going to be a hundred percent by then." The Doctor says a bit angered that no one is listening to him. "He needs at least two weeks off to let the sprained muscles heal. That's what I recommend, but I have the feeling he's just going to do whatever he wants anyway. It's a war I'm not going to win. So he should at least rest as much as possible before the Battle Royal and make sure the shoulder is well taped."
"I won't let him do anything stupid, Doc. " Brenda winks "You can count on that."
Brenda turns to go find where her husband went and the scene fades out.
(Interlude )
[Looks like I got what I wanted. I pulled out the darker side of my partner during the match. Seems though that he had his own game plan. I don't fault Max for trying to take me out before the battle royal. Hell I'm more frustrated that I didn't think of it myself. I already know the ability of some of my opponents going into this fight, I already know that I have to be wary of whatever they might try to do. I'm going into this and because most of these participants just signed up a few days before the cut off I don't have a lot of information. I've always done better against my opponents when I could do some digging on them. When I could look into their past. Maybe while I rest my shoulder this week I can get on the web and look up some stuff. There's a lot of people in this thing. Everyone wants a piece of that gold and it seems that this is the best way to get a quick start in the UCI. There's just one problem the rest of them have to deal with. The fact that I'm here. The best in the Business today. I'm not going to lose, I can't afford to. Shoulder be damned I'm going to make Sven wish he'd kept better control of his alter ego. I'll be the last man standing this week. I'll eliminate everyone else. I'll take home this gold and it will only be the beginning.]
(6 years ago)
The clanking of metal plates can be heard at Allied Health systems in Scotrun, PA. The True Immortal is sitting with his left knee CPM machine while others around him are working on their own problems. The Wolf God is laying on the bed as the machine slowly moves his knee. A beautiful young blonde walks over to check on him.
"Well Mr. Porter," She asks with a cheery smile "How does that feel?
"It's helping." The Former Asylum Wrestling Alliance general manager says. "Anything to help me get rid of that damn cane."
Fang points to the siliver and black cane with a silver wolf's head on top of it. The young woman grins and bit and puts her hand on Jonathan's shoulder.
"Don't worry we'll get you back to the point where you're running like a twenty year old." she says all perky and cheery "So how did this injury happen."
"Years of wear and tear from my days as a professional wrestler." Fang replies.
The girl looks at him, it's as if a light goes of.
"NO WAY," She says "Wait, you're THAT JONATHAN PORTER?"
"Yeah" Fang says
"My brothers are big fans of yours." She says. "Can I get a picture to send to them over the phone. They're never going to believe it."
Fang almost wants to roll his eyes and get out of there, but he's strapped into the damn machinke. He sighs a bit and surrenders to the inevitable. The young P. T. gets one of her co-workers to snap the picture. She sits uncomfortably close to him on the bed. She accidentally puts her hand on his right thigh. She notices how strong the man is and how firm and muscular his thighs are and begins to blush a bit. With her ear close to his mouth he whispers to her.
"Don't get to excited," The 37 year old man says "I'm happily married, you have to go through the wife is you want a piece of this."
Instead of getting embarassed more she grins as she looks over and sees Brenda looking at her. She does get a little uncomfortable.
"Don't worry" Jon says "You happen to be her type, Brenda eats blonds for breakfast"
The picture taking session is over and the traner walks away. She leaves for about twenty minutes to go talk to Brenda about things related to the rehab. The machine finally shuts down and she comes back to unstrap him.
"Well," She says "you're all done for the day, Mr Porter. Since you don't have therapy tomorrow you should sit in the one you rented from us for a couple hours on and off. It really will accelerate the healing process. If you have any pain, take a couple Tylenol. Since you know you can't have any opiods."
Fang smiles and grabs his cane. He begins to walk away when the trainer hands him a piece of paper. On it is a girls name, and a cell number.
"If you have any problems," She says. "Give me a call. Don't worry I cleared it with your wife." She gives him a playful wink
Fang watches the personal trainer walk away. He then walks over to his wife. She kisses him and smiles at him.
"You always gotta start trouble," He says with a chuckle in his voice
"You're going to get bored while you're rehabbing." she grins "And I've got work to get done. Besides I didn't just invite her for you to play with."
The two of them laugh a bit and then walk out or the Health Center.
(Porter Compound. Long Pond, Pennsylvania August 24th 2016)
The Wolf God is sitting outside on a green lawn chair on his deck looking out at the landscape in front of him. A beautiful large wooded seven acre spread with a road leading down to the gated entrance. A beautiful pond in situated in the center with a small sandy beach close to the deck. A red nosed pit runs around the yard. The Man in Black has a large ice pack sitting on his right shoulder. He seems to be mumbling to himself a bit.
"Yeah what a great idea," Fang says to nobody around him. "Push the kid and see how twisted this Max guy can actually be. Well now I know don't I? "
A wicked grin comes on Fang's face as his expression turns sadistic. He slowly stands up. The dog runs up to him and sits infront of him. He pats the dog on the head. Brenda's voice is heard calling the name Deem and the dog looks and takes off running into the house. Fang lays the ice pack on a nearby table and then places his hands on the rail of the deck.
"This just means I can really let myself go," Fang laughs. "Oh, Sven, don't apologize for what your inner self did to me. He was thinking the right thing. Weaken your opponent. Take him down a peg. Make it harder for him to participate in the battle royal. Yeah, that's one sadistic son of a bitch you've got locked up inside you. Just means I have to play a bit harder."
The True Immortal laughs a bit. Looking out across his property. He rubs his right shoulder and winces a bit. He nods his head.
"Not going to be a hundred percent this week." Fang sneers "But I've battled on with worse done to me. See Max made one mistake. He made one error which is going to bite him in the ass. He didn't finish the job. He didn't insure that there was more damage done to me. He didn't put me down. Now I'm a wounded animal. You know what they say about wounded animals, Sven.
I guess it really is time to stop playing games here in the UCI. It's time I let my true nature come out. It's time I showed you why I'm admiring Howard Black so much. It's time I show you why the call me the Devil you don't know. You want to play games with me Max? You want to think you're sadistic? That you have the market cornered on violence? You think you're the only one who can dislocate someone's body parts. Think again, son. Think long an hard about the retribution that's coming your way. Think about what I'm going to do when I get my hands on you. You're weak Max. You're simple. You're angry for no reason other than to be angry. I'm cool, calm, and calculating. I'm better than you in every way, Max. I'm better than everyone who's getting into that ring for the battle royal combined. I'm going to snatch that Rising Stars championship out from under your fingertips. There's not a damn thing you can do about it either, boy.
Let's analyze why you actually came out last week, Max. You're jealous that Sven got attention from a woman. I bet that happens alot huh? The kinder, gentler Sven gets more attention from the women, even when they know about you. It's their maternal instinct to fix a poor broken kid, Max, don't take it personal. They'll let you out when they want a wild time in the bedroom and they realize Sven is too soft hearted to give them what they want. No need to get jealous."
Fang chuckles a bit as he pauses to let his words sink in. He turns around and leans against the railing and the camera turns with him.
"You and Sven," Jonathan sneers "Really need to learn to work together better. Seems like he's the brain and you're the brawn. You need to heed him when he's trying to tell you something's not a good idea. Angering a God is NEVER a good idea."
Jon begins to walk along the deck as he looks out across his home. He watches as a deer eats grass close to the small pond. He turns back to the camera.
"Then there's Dresden," Fang shakes his head "Or there would have been Dresden, but after all her bravado and telling Sven that he wouldn't have my help in the battle royal, she's gone and replaced by another unknown name Kestrel. Well I hope you fly like your name implies, little birdie. At least I know enough about Sven and Max to know that you probably won't even get to me. He'll have probably stomped you and plucked your feathers.
Next is Lara Chang, what an utter disappointment you are my dear. Absolutely no fun to play with. I'm sure you'll think up something quick and vapid to say this week against the overwhelming odds you'll be facing. You didn't have much to communicate to us this week though. I wonder what it is about some of the people who get contracts here and then disappear. Night Wolf was hardly around either. I'm going to say this to all the new hopefulls who've signed contracts with Spencer and the UCI. I'm not here to play games. I'm here to win titles. I'm here to fight against talented opponents who are atleast interested in putting on a good show. This battle royal comes along and a whole bunch of nobodies come out of the woodwork. People who are all confident that they're going to be the next Rising Star Champion. The only problem is that each and every one of them has never faced someone like me before.
I get it, Spencer saw something in each and every one of you. He sees your potential. Here's the thing, I come with a pedigree. I come with a list of things I've done. I come with the experience of fighting some of the toughest sons a bitches the wrestling world has ever produced. I clawed my way up from the bottom of the pile. I climed out of the abyss of obscurity. I WAS THE FACE THAT RAN THE PLACE for years. Now I know that I've got to prove every word I say. Here's the things ladies and gentlefucks, I've never been known as a liar. I always deliver on what I say I'm going to deliver on. I always put my honor on the line to do what I say I'm going to do. I don't know much about the people I'm facing this week other than their names. Celeste Mallory and I traded a small barb on Twitter the other day, other than that I don't know much about her. I'm sure she's talented. I'm sure she can take on who ever she wants and I'm sure she's had her share of victories. I just don't give a damn about that, because I know what I'M capable of. I know what lengths I'll go to to get what I want. I'm not going to back down from anyone in that ring this week, or EVER. "
Fang winces as he shakes with the emotion he's talking with and his shoulder reacts. He reaches over and rubs the offending body part. The pain just seems to make him madder.
"I worked so damn hard to get to the top of my game," the Man in Black is shaking in rage right now "And the Commission's come along and destroyed all that. Took it away from me. So ladies, fellas, if I don't address you all one by one in this damn thing, don't take it personal, but my own Agenda just goes right through you. I want to be back at the top again, like I've been for a good eight years now. I want the world to see that no matter where I go. No matter what promotion signs me, I'm the very very best in the world. I'm trying to prove that nobody is as good as I am. I'm going to do it this week on a torn up shoulder. Why? Because pain isn't new to me. I've dealt with pain many times over the years. I've had body parts destroyed and rebuilt. I've done nothing but overcome the pain. Now Max may have given me this pain in my shoulder, and he will pay for that. He may have made it a point to try and take me out. He failed. The only think Max did was make it that much harder for any of you to beat me. Why you may ask? Because I'm that much more determined to get that belt now than I was before my match last week.
You see while my opponents want to taunt each other on Twitter, and I do admit it's fun. I've seen two of my opponents barely show any resolve at all and another well Night Wolf was just kind of pathetic. I'm really starting to think the only one who was worth fighting was Jack. Celeste pretty pictures of you in your underware don't impress me, you've probably already seen what I go home to after my time out on the road. So keep flirting with the young hormonal boys. I'm fine. Meanwhile I'll be concentrating on getting this shoulder ready for the Battle Royal. I'll be making sure I don't fall behind on whatever data I can get on all of my opponents. It's time to make my grab for my very first brass ring. Nobody's going to stop me. Not you, not Lara, not Kesterl, not Sven or Max, and I'm sure that all the guys and girls waiting in the wings to pipe up are going to be hoping that can use this injury against me. It is after all the elephant in the room. It's glaring, it's right in front of you. If you need any more proof of who I am go ahead and look up the 2015 Dante's Escape from Hell Match from the last promotion I was in. I may have lost, but neither one of the guys I fought that night are still in this sport."
Fang grins a bit as he thinks about that night. He looks around as Brenda has brought out some liquid refresment. He smiles as he notices the top has already be taken off the beer. The brown bottle with the tan label is the Pennsylvania staple Yuengling Lager. He takes a long pull of the bottle and gets back to his thoughts.
"And I could go on," Fang says. "I could ramble about the past, the things I've done. That wouldn't help me. I have to look towards that bright road a head. Well maybe not a bright road. The road I travel is going to take me to a very familiar place. A place I've dwelled for most of my career. You see we saw a bit of darkness from Kestrel this week as she damaged Eliza and took her place. We saw some darkness from Max when he tried to put me out. What you're going to see at Meltdown is the type of darkness that you only get to see once or twice in your life time and live to tell your grandchildren about it. The type of malice that I'm bringing is going to be a once in a lifetime experience for most of you in this match. The DEPTHS OF HELL I have crawled out of well there's a reason I invented a match called Dante's Escape from Hell. I'd love to address each and everyone of my opponents this week. I'd love to pick each of you apart verbally. I'd love to point to each of your flaws and tell you why you're going to fail. Alas none of you want to hear it. You'd just do what everyone does. Celeste has already done it. She pointed out to how old I was. Called me a Dreamer. Well we're all dreamers aren't we? We all want our dream to be the best to come true. Thing is my dream to be the best already has come true. My dream to be at the top has happened twice already. I'm just betting on being able to do it again. To ride the lightning I have harnessed, to climb that mountain and find that I've been the Guru sitting up there the whole time waiting for myself to return from my little astral walk about.
And I will get back to the top. I will become the man who says he IS the UCI just like I was the man who said I WAS THE AWA. Because I will dominate. I will destroy and if I have to I WILL CRUCIFY my competition. I will blow the roof off the arena and I will blow the fans minds when they see what depth I will sink to to win. They will learn to either love, hate, and respect me. I'm not here to be a savior. I'm not here to be a saint. I'm here to win and prove that I AM the BEST IN THE BUSINES TODAY. I'm here to show you all that I AM THE ONLY ICON THAT MATTERS. If I have to put my boot down each and every one of your throats I will. If I have to rough up a few women, I will. I'm not a good guy."
Fang hold puts down his beer and holds up his hands. He winces a bit as he moves his shoulder. He puts his palms toward the camera.
"These hands," Fang sneers. "These hands have had their share of blood on them They've felt their share of bones snap, of joints pop out of place. I've left my own FAMILY bruised and bloodied in the ring. So whatever little fantasies you have running around in your heads about how badass and evil you are, well you best leave those in the locker room. You really think this."
Fang points to his right shoulder.
"Is going to slow me down?" The Man in Black laughs a bit "You best find some videos on me and study up. You best think about what your dealing with. You should already be writing your wills and praying to your false gods. I've got ten opponents to plow through in this fight. All I got to say is those are uneven odds and you better get more guys. That Rising Stars Championship belt? Yeah it's going over this shoulder. It's going on my wall. It's going to be JUST ANOTHER TROPHY in a long line of trophies I've amassed over the years and Ryan Jones, Archer Holt, and Zanatos, well those names will just be more names added to the long list of people I've defeated in my twenty year career. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I'm taking names, I'm kicking ass, and I'm claiming MY CHAMPIONSHIP. It would be best if you'd all just get the hell out of my damn way. Prepare yourselves for Ragnarok, puny mortals. The TRUE IMMORTAL IS HERE, and HUNTING SEASON IS OPEN.
The scene fades to black.
