Getting To Know Evil
Aug 25, 2016 21:54:53 GMT -6
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Post by Outcast on Aug 25, 2016 21:54:53 GMT -6
-JOHNNY EVIL'S P.O.V-
"A lot has happened over the course of the past couple months. Right now my life could be compared to that clique rollercoaster we speak about. First it was great, Dahlia was about to give birth to our daughter and I was just getting back into wrestling, signing big deals. There's no doubt in my mind I had started to think that I had kicked that american dream everyone wonders about in the ass. I couldn't have been happier at that point.
The thing is, sometimes life doesn't always turn out the way you want it. Everything you get in life could be taken from you in any moment. Suddenly, things started to spiral down hill. Dahlia died giving birth to our daughter, Rhiannon. My temper got the best of me and caused me to catch an assault charge. That happy feeling I had vanished in the blink of an eye. Right now, it's a rough and confusing time to be me...
There was a part of me that wanted to lash out, but my mind could still distinguish right from wrong. I knew I had a newborn daughter to take care of. I couldn't lose my composure like that, for her sake. I won't say that keeping it bottled up inside was helping any. You can only hold shit inside for so long. It wasn't a matter of if I snapped. It was when. Already facing a pervious assault charge I was told to stay low key, but that's hard for me, I have a lot of charisma.
On the days I'm on the road before I fight, I find myself partying more and more. It feels like a downward spiral sometimes, but as of right now, it's the only thing keeping me level headed...
8.19.2016
LOCATION - Ink Industry Tattoo Parlor
TIME - 11:45 AM
The sound of the tattoo machine was buzzing through the tattoo porlar as Johnny had his left hand laid out across the table. The needle continued piercing his skin vibratating at a rapid pace as the ink draws into the lines. The sound of the machine cuts and the tattoo artist puts the tattoo gun to the side of him, grabbing a cloth that is laid out on the table. The tattoo artist wipes the tattoo in a soft motion, brushing away any blood or unwanted ink out of the way for the moment. He examines that tattoo for the moment and then picks the gun back up, starting the needle into motion once more, he continues his work.
JASON CASHE
"You better hope he don't mess you up. That's on your hand and there ain't no hiding that!"
Jason Cashe leans his back against one of the counters in the room and pulls the few remaining Doritos from the Nacho Cheese Dorito bag he has in his hand. He looks at them for a quick second before eating them down and tossing the empty chip bag into the garbage beside him.
Johnny continues looking at the walls inside the tattoo room. Walls that are filled from top to bottom with shots of previous work done by the artist. Johnny's eyes scan from top to bottom, seeing images of everything from dragons to life-like portraits. The sound of the machine stops once again and the tattoo artist gives a quick wipe to the work. The artist looks up at Johnny.
TATTOO ARTIST
"You drank a lot last night, didn't you?"
Johnny shrugged his free arm and looked over at Jason Cashe who started slowly evolving a smirk in his expression. The same smirk that was growing on Johnny's, because he knew exactly what Cashe was thinking at that moment.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, I drank a little.Why was that not cool to do?"
TATTOO ARTIST
"It's never good to get a tattoo with toxin's in your system. It causes a lot more bleeding."
JOHNNY EVIL
"I guess so? I thought it would help with relaxation??"
Jason cuts in with a bit of laughter in his voice at this point...
JASON CASHE
"I told you that, but no Cashe is stupid."
JOHNNY EVIL
"I didn't say Cashe is stupid, I said Cashe doesn't have any front teeth..."
Cashe jolts up from the counter and shakes his head back and forth with a bit of a chuckle.
JASON CASHE
"Bitch, that's why you look like Ellen Degeneres on steriods!"
Johnny let out a laugh as the roasting continued...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Come on, bro... That's why you look like the Geico Caveman with a low-cut!"
JASON CASHE
"Oh, you old Miley Cyrus in the face lookin-"
Johnny and Cashe both stop talking as the machine sounds once more. The artist begins doing some touch-up shading onto the piece for a moment. Jason Cashe leans in to get a better vantage point of the tattoo. As he does he makes a disgusted face as if to signify the work isn't good.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What do you think, Cashe?"
Cashe breaks the reaction on his face down as he was just messing with Johnny's head for the moment...
JASON CASHE
"It's not bad, bro. Not bad at all."
JOHNNY EVIL
"That's the response I was lookin' for."
The machine stops once more as the artist sits the tattoo gun to the side. He gives the finished piece a final wipe before reaching into his desk. The tattoo artist rubs some ointment in his hand and begins to apply a glaze over the fresh art. After giving it one final look-over, the tattoo artist rolls his chair back from the table a few feet allowing Johnny to move his hand and scout the work himself.
JOHNNY EVIL
"See, now that's bad ass."
Johnny holds up his hand and gazes upon the freshly inked tattoo stretching across his left hand. He was going to use this as his first peice to the start of a sleeve.With a nod of approval, Johnny started to get up from his chair and stretch around a little bit.
JOHNNY EVIL
"This is going on Twitter right now."
Johnny pulls his phone from his pocket and takes a snap shot of his hand. He plays with the phone a bit more and as he puts it back into his pocket, the tattoo artist asks.
TATTOO ARTIST
"Now I'm sure you know the whole idea on how to take care of that ink?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got that covered."
The Tattoo artist went into one of the drawers connected to the rolling stand that his equipment is on. He tosses a tube of ointment to Johnny. Johnny tucks the tube into his pocket and looks over at Cashe. Johnny reaches into his other pocket and begins digging around upon speaking.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Shit really did come out pretty damn good, huh?"
JASON CASHE
"Yeah..."
"A lot has happened over the course of the past couple months. Right now my life could be compared to that clique rollercoaster we speak about. First it was great, Dahlia was about to give birth to our daughter and I was just getting back into wrestling, signing big deals. There's no doubt in my mind I had started to think that I had kicked that american dream everyone wonders about in the ass. I couldn't have been happier at that point.
The thing is, sometimes life doesn't always turn out the way you want it. Everything you get in life could be taken from you in any moment. Suddenly, things started to spiral down hill. Dahlia died giving birth to our daughter, Rhiannon. My temper got the best of me and caused me to catch an assault charge. That happy feeling I had vanished in the blink of an eye. Right now, it's a rough and confusing time to be me...
There was a part of me that wanted to lash out, but my mind could still distinguish right from wrong. I knew I had a newborn daughter to take care of. I couldn't lose my composure like that, for her sake. I won't say that keeping it bottled up inside was helping any. You can only hold shit inside for so long. It wasn't a matter of if I snapped. It was when. Already facing a pervious assault charge I was told to stay low key, but that's hard for me, I have a lot of charisma.
On the days I'm on the road before I fight, I find myself partying more and more. It feels like a downward spiral sometimes, but as of right now, it's the only thing keeping me level headed...
8.19.2016
LOCATION - Ink Industry Tattoo Parlor
TIME - 11:45 AM
The sound of the tattoo machine was buzzing through the tattoo porlar as Johnny had his left hand laid out across the table. The needle continued piercing his skin vibratating at a rapid pace as the ink draws into the lines. The sound of the machine cuts and the tattoo artist puts the tattoo gun to the side of him, grabbing a cloth that is laid out on the table. The tattoo artist wipes the tattoo in a soft motion, brushing away any blood or unwanted ink out of the way for the moment. He examines that tattoo for the moment and then picks the gun back up, starting the needle into motion once more, he continues his work.
JASON CASHE
"You better hope he don't mess you up. That's on your hand and there ain't no hiding that!"
Jason Cashe leans his back against one of the counters in the room and pulls the few remaining Doritos from the Nacho Cheese Dorito bag he has in his hand. He looks at them for a quick second before eating them down and tossing the empty chip bag into the garbage beside him.
Johnny continues looking at the walls inside the tattoo room. Walls that are filled from top to bottom with shots of previous work done by the artist. Johnny's eyes scan from top to bottom, seeing images of everything from dragons to life-like portraits. The sound of the machine stops once again and the tattoo artist gives a quick wipe to the work. The artist looks up at Johnny.
TATTOO ARTIST
"You drank a lot last night, didn't you?"
Johnny shrugged his free arm and looked over at Jason Cashe who started slowly evolving a smirk in his expression. The same smirk that was growing on Johnny's, because he knew exactly what Cashe was thinking at that moment.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, I drank a little.Why was that not cool to do?"
TATTOO ARTIST
"It's never good to get a tattoo with toxin's in your system. It causes a lot more bleeding."
JOHNNY EVIL
"I guess so? I thought it would help with relaxation??"
Jason cuts in with a bit of laughter in his voice at this point...
JASON CASHE
"I told you that, but no Cashe is stupid."
JOHNNY EVIL
"I didn't say Cashe is stupid, I said Cashe doesn't have any front teeth..."
Cashe jolts up from the counter and shakes his head back and forth with a bit of a chuckle.
JASON CASHE
"Bitch, that's why you look like Ellen Degeneres on steriods!"
Johnny let out a laugh as the roasting continued...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Come on, bro... That's why you look like the Geico Caveman with a low-cut!"
JASON CASHE
"Oh, you old Miley Cyrus in the face lookin-"
Johnny and Cashe both stop talking as the machine sounds once more. The artist begins doing some touch-up shading onto the piece for a moment. Jason Cashe leans in to get a better vantage point of the tattoo. As he does he makes a disgusted face as if to signify the work isn't good.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What do you think, Cashe?"
Cashe breaks the reaction on his face down as he was just messing with Johnny's head for the moment...
JASON CASHE
"It's not bad, bro. Not bad at all."
JOHNNY EVIL
"That's the response I was lookin' for."
The machine stops once more as the artist sits the tattoo gun to the side. He gives the finished piece a final wipe before reaching into his desk. The tattoo artist rubs some ointment in his hand and begins to apply a glaze over the fresh art. After giving it one final look-over, the tattoo artist rolls his chair back from the table a few feet allowing Johnny to move his hand and scout the work himself.
JOHNNY EVIL
"See, now that's bad ass."
Johnny holds up his hand and gazes upon the freshly inked tattoo stretching across his left hand. He was going to use this as his first peice to the start of a sleeve.With a nod of approval, Johnny started to get up from his chair and stretch around a little bit.
JOHNNY EVIL
"This is going on Twitter right now."
Johnny pulls his phone from his pocket and takes a snap shot of his hand. He plays with the phone a bit more and as he puts it back into his pocket, the tattoo artist asks.
TATTOO ARTIST
"Now I'm sure you know the whole idea on how to take care of that ink?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got that covered."
The Tattoo artist went into one of the drawers connected to the rolling stand that his equipment is on. He tosses a tube of ointment to Johnny. Johnny tucks the tube into his pocket and looks over at Cashe. Johnny reaches into his other pocket and begins digging around upon speaking.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Shit really did come out pretty damn good, huh?"
JASON CASHE
"Yeah..."
Johnny pulled out a small knot of money and counted out a bit of money before handing an undetermined amount to the tattoo artist. He stuck the rest of the knot back into his pocket.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Take that as extra for such a kick ass job, bro. What was your name again?"
TATTOO ARTIST
"Max, Max Skoll but a lotta people call me Mighty Max."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, good job Max, you've been hired as my tattoo artist. You do great work, brotha."
Johnny lets out a chuckle and pats Max on the shoulder. He looks over at Jason Cashe and gives a shrug of the shoulders in a shocked state while pointing in Max Skoll's direction...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Really, Mighty Max? I mean you only gotta' be about a buck thirty soakin' wet, who wouldda' thought?"
Johnny lets off a playful chuckle as he begins walking out of the tattoo room.
JOHNNY EVIL
"So, I think I seen this fried chicken joint down the road. You wanna' catch some grub?"
Jason replied...
JASON CASHE
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
They walked through the hall and out into the main lobby of Ink Industry. Johnny reached the front door and pushed it open. With that, the sound and smell of the Detroit streets came to life. Granted it wasn't your paradise getaway or anything like it. The smell from the sewer system running under the city lifted from the sewer grates, mixing with the hot and humid summer air. A sense to the ears was that of cars passing, horns honking, and distant chatter amongst the homeless walking the streets and wheeling around shopping carts filled with useless junk. The theory of one persons trash is another persons treasure had never held more true.
Johnny and Cashe begin down the sidewalk toward the chicken spot up the road. It's at this point Cashe really catches a vivid smell of the Detroit atmosphere.
JASON CASHE
"You weren't lying when you said downtown smells like dirty bong water and pissy bed-sheets."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah... Detroit. It's my love, my hate, and my home!"
They continue walking down the street. Johnny stops for a moment as they pass a begger sitting against a building wall with a tin-can in his hand. The beggar looks to be in rough shape, his hair bushy and natted. The beggers cothes are ripped and about two sizes bigger then himself.
Johnny looks for a moment, causing Cashe to stop as well. Johnny reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bit of money. He leans down and places it into the can. The beggers eyes light up as he looks up a Johnny with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Take that and do something good with it. Don't spend it on liquor..."
Cashe looks at Johnny as they continue walking.
JASON CASHE
"How do you know he won't spend it on liquor?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"I don't, but at least I can try. If he does, then that's a weight he's gotta' carry on his shoulders."
JASON CASHE
"So Johnny Evil gives charity, huh?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Of course. It's the media that gives me a false image. Did you really think when a tweet came through saying 'Johnny Evil, sounds like he donates his time to soup kitchens' was a lie?
JASON CASHE
"No, I just looked at it like people trying to make a mockery of your name..."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Exactly. People who say that don't know the real me. I couldn't care any less."
Jason Cashe shrugs his shoulders as if to agree. Johnny looks to his side as they approach the chicken shack, viewing the environment inside from the window. There weren't many people inside, so it wasn't going to be a hassle to get food. After making up his mind, Johnny reached out and grabbed the handle pulling the door open. He and Cashe enter the chicken shack and begin looking around the food menu plastered on the wall.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What are gonna' grab, bro?"
JASON CASHE
"I don't know, the menus is pretty stacked."
JOHNNY EVIL
"One thing I learned over the years. If it's a chicken shack, make sure you stick with the chicken. It is what they're known for after all."
JASON CASHE
"Yeah, you're right. Let me get the number two. ten-wings with a Hi'C."
Johnny looks for a moment and then gives the cashier his order.
JOHNNY CASHE
"Lemme' get the Cajun Fried Chicken Strip combo with a Sprite."
Johnny proceeded with the transaction and took his change. He grabbed some salt and pepper packets from the bowls on the counter before proceeding to grab his can of Sprite from the stand up cooler. Cashe was already seated in the seat across from from where Johnny sat, kicked back and waiting to eat. Johnny dropped the salt and pepper packets onto the table and looked over at Cashe.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I'm thinkin' about buying a studio and getting into directing movies again."
JASON CASHE
"Christ, don't tell me you're thinking about trying to open up another porn studio."
JOHNNY EVIL
"No man, I mean like legit movies. The porn studio was a bad idea now and I know that. All the actresses wanna' do is snort powder up their fuckin' nose and start drama. Too much of a headache. I mean, like horror films and all that. I wanna' brand it. I still haven't come up with a name for the studio though."
Jason shakes his head slowly in disbelief.
JASON CASHE
"I know you got all this cash rolling in now, but you gotta' stop investing your money into everything. Not everything is a good idea."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Cashe, you know money attracts money. I'm gonna' keep that in good faith and give it a whirl."
JASON CASHE
"I'm saying... Just think it through first."
Cashe sits for a quick second pondering ideas in his mind and then speaks again...
JASON CASHE
"I mean, you own a weed despensary, you turned the old garage into a gym and you wanna' start training fighters. You bought yourself a comic shop, and just last week you were talking about how you wanted to open up a pool-hall. I mean, sure it all sounds good planned out in the mind, but when the paper gets spent and everything is motion it's a whole lot different."
JOHNNY EVIL
"You're right, but I have a good feeling this could take off, bro."
Jason Cashe gives a nod and points at Evil.
JASON CASHE
"I'm just sayin', think it through. You really don't want to be known as the Allen Iverson of the wrestling world."
The cashier sits the boxes with their food on the counter top. Cashe gives a nod of the head and Johnny looks over.
JASON CASHE
"I think it's ready.
Johnny stands up and looks over at the boxes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, that's them..."
Johnny walks over to the counter and grabs the boxes. He picks up a couple packs of dipping sauce and returns to the table. Johnny slides Cashe's chicken box across the table as he begins to open his. Johnny looks at it for a moment and then picks up the salt and pepper packets, holding them together and ripping them open with his teeth. He pulls the ripped peices from his mouth with his free hand as he uses his other hand to sprinkle the salt and pepper across his food. Before he begins to eat he looks up at Cashe.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I mean, I'll consider thinking about it, but to be honest I probably won't change my mind. If anything, I figured that maybe you'd like to get in on the deal too?"
Jason Cashe picks up one of the chicken wings and looks up at Johnny as the offer begins to brew in his head...
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8.21.2016
LOCATION - Johnny's apartment
TIME - 2:13 PM
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Mama Evil sits on the couch in Johnny's living room holding Rhiannon Faith in her arms. She tilts the bottle of baby formula up ever so slowly as she feeds her. After a moment she pulls the bottle away and sits it down on the coffee table. Mama Evil puts Rhiannon over her shoulders in a tender motion and then begins patting her on the back.
At this point, Johnny walks into the living room just coming from the small gym he had set up in the sun-room to his house. He pulls the towel off of his shoulder and wipes the sweat from his forehead while he looks over at his mother and his daughter. Rhiannon lets out a burp causing Mama Evil to give off a smile...
JOHNNY EVIL
"So, you gonna' be fine watching her for a ten days?"
Mama Evil gives off a nod and she cradles Johnny's daughter once more.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Thanks, you're a life-saver. You shouldn't have to worry about formula. I got a stock of that in the kitchen on the counter."
MAMA EVIL
"I'm sure everything will be fine."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, you got my cellphone just in case."
Mama Evil lets off a suprising chuckle before replying.
MAMA EVIL
"Now you know what it's like to be a single parent..."
Johnny gives off a sarcastic look and then walks out of the living room shaking his head. He makes his way down the hall and into the master bedroom. Johnny looks at himself in the mirror for a moment before making his way into the walk in closet. He looks around for a moment, gliding his fingers through his clothes.
Johnny's mind begins to conjure a bunch of thoughts at this moment. The huge weight of that emotion labeled worry came pulsing through his veins. This would be the longest amount of time he's been away from his daughter since she came home from the hospital. He also thought about the amount of weight he was leaving his mother with. She had already raised him herself as a single parent. She did deserve a break.
After dwelling in his thoughts for a moment, Johnny grabbed some clothes and then grabbed a fresh towel before exiting the walk in closet and closing it behind him. Walking over to his bed, Johnny dropped his fresh clothes on top of the blankets. He sat down and began to have flashbacks for a moment...
Congradulations, Johnny. You have a healthy baby girl...
You hear that, it's a baby girl...
Would you like to cut the cord, Johnny...
What, whats going on...
Fuck, stay with me...
We're going to have to get him out of here...
We're sorry Johnny, we did all we could to resuscitate her...
... Any thoughts on what you're going to name your daughter
...Rhiannon Faith
Johnny stared around the room in a trance for a moment before wiping a tear drop that began to flow out of his right eye. He gave a depressed sigh and stood up from the bed. Looking down at his hands, he tried to keep the shaking to a minimum.
Grabbing his towel off of the bed he looked into the mirror once more...
JOHNNY EVIL
"You can handle this. You're a warrior!"
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8.22.2016
LOCATION - The Tippery
TIME - 11:53 PM
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Johnny looks down at the double-shot of Jack Daniel's on the counter. He seems to relax himself to the music as he stares into the shot glass in almost a sense of trance. The chatter around him at the bar filters out, the clanging of beer glasses and mugs begins to drown, and not long after his ears are focused strictly on the sounds of the guitar, drums and bass that's playing upon the stage. As the song ends, Johnny reaches down and picks up the double shot. He looks up at the stage and raises his the shot glass in that direction before tilting his head back and downing the whiskey.
Dropping the shot glass onto the counter, Johnny looks over at the bartender.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Hit me with another one..."
The bartender grabs a few of the empty beer bottles from other people sitting at the bar, chucking them into the garbage. He then grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel's from the bar shelf and pours another double shot into the shotglass in front of Johnny. Johnny gives a nod and wipes the sweat from his brow.
"Johnny!"
Griffin Hawkins walks up and sits on a stool beside Johnny. Johnny Evil looks at Griff and gives a slow nod.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"What brings you to Canda, dude?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Came to hear your band play..."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"I thought that you'd be getting ready for your match UCI with that Diavolo chick?"
Johnny lets off a bit of a laugh as reaches down and picks up his shot glass. He raises it into the air a bit as a sign of 'cheers'
JOHNNY EVIL
"Griff, I am training..."
He tips his head back and downs the shot. Placing the shot-glass on the table, he looks over at Griff.
JOHNNY EVIL
"You guys aren't that bad. I could tolerate it!"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Aren't that bad, huh?"
Griff looks over in the bartenders direction. He waves his hand to get his attention.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Let me get two Molson Canadian's from the tap."
JOHNNY EVIL
"What in the fuck is Molson Canadian?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"You're about to find out dude, that's why I got two."
JOHNNY EVIL
"It's not gonna' taste like hog piss is it?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Hell no, if there's one thing Canada knows how to do well besides hockey and wrestling, it's brew beer."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well considering you saying Canada does wrestling well, I'm a lil' iffy about trying this Molson Canadian."
The bartender brings back two cold mugs topped off with Molson Canadian. Johnny looks down at it with a look of confusion and skepticism.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on, man. What you don't trust me?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Oh, I trust you Griff. I just don't know if I should trust how you Canadian's make beer?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Don't be a pussy, man. That's some very good beer you're letting get warm."
Johnny eyes it down a bit more before picking up slowly and taking a sip from the mug. Johnny looks to his left and right for a moment before swallowing it. His face gives off an expression as if someone had just shit in his cornflakes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"God, how can you drink this awful shit? It taste like old gym socks and canned fart mixed with a lil' bit of water."
Griffin takes another gulp and gives off a smile of satisfaction.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on man, it's not really that bad."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Take that as extra for such a kick ass job, bro. What was your name again?"
TATTOO ARTIST
"Max, Max Skoll but a lotta people call me Mighty Max."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, good job Max, you've been hired as my tattoo artist. You do great work, brotha."
Johnny lets out a chuckle and pats Max on the shoulder. He looks over at Jason Cashe and gives a shrug of the shoulders in a shocked state while pointing in Max Skoll's direction...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Really, Mighty Max? I mean you only gotta' be about a buck thirty soakin' wet, who wouldda' thought?"
Johnny lets off a playful chuckle as he begins walking out of the tattoo room.
JOHNNY EVIL
"So, I think I seen this fried chicken joint down the road. You wanna' catch some grub?"
Jason replied...
JASON CASHE
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
They walked through the hall and out into the main lobby of Ink Industry. Johnny reached the front door and pushed it open. With that, the sound and smell of the Detroit streets came to life. Granted it wasn't your paradise getaway or anything like it. The smell from the sewer system running under the city lifted from the sewer grates, mixing with the hot and humid summer air. A sense to the ears was that of cars passing, horns honking, and distant chatter amongst the homeless walking the streets and wheeling around shopping carts filled with useless junk. The theory of one persons trash is another persons treasure had never held more true.
Johnny and Cashe begin down the sidewalk toward the chicken spot up the road. It's at this point Cashe really catches a vivid smell of the Detroit atmosphere.
JASON CASHE
"You weren't lying when you said downtown smells like dirty bong water and pissy bed-sheets."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah... Detroit. It's my love, my hate, and my home!"
They continue walking down the street. Johnny stops for a moment as they pass a begger sitting against a building wall with a tin-can in his hand. The beggar looks to be in rough shape, his hair bushy and natted. The beggers cothes are ripped and about two sizes bigger then himself.
Johnny looks for a moment, causing Cashe to stop as well. Johnny reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bit of money. He leans down and places it into the can. The beggers eyes light up as he looks up a Johnny with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Take that and do something good with it. Don't spend it on liquor..."
Cashe looks at Johnny as they continue walking.
JASON CASHE
"How do you know he won't spend it on liquor?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"I don't, but at least I can try. If he does, then that's a weight he's gotta' carry on his shoulders."
JASON CASHE
"So Johnny Evil gives charity, huh?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Of course. It's the media that gives me a false image. Did you really think when a tweet came through saying 'Johnny Evil, sounds like he donates his time to soup kitchens' was a lie?
JASON CASHE
"No, I just looked at it like people trying to make a mockery of your name..."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Exactly. People who say that don't know the real me. I couldn't care any less."
Jason Cashe shrugs his shoulders as if to agree. Johnny looks to his side as they approach the chicken shack, viewing the environment inside from the window. There weren't many people inside, so it wasn't going to be a hassle to get food. After making up his mind, Johnny reached out and grabbed the handle pulling the door open. He and Cashe enter the chicken shack and begin looking around the food menu plastered on the wall.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What are gonna' grab, bro?"
JASON CASHE
"I don't know, the menus is pretty stacked."
JOHNNY EVIL
"One thing I learned over the years. If it's a chicken shack, make sure you stick with the chicken. It is what they're known for after all."
JASON CASHE
"Yeah, you're right. Let me get the number two. ten-wings with a Hi'C."
Johnny looks for a moment and then gives the cashier his order.
JOHNNY CASHE
"Lemme' get the Cajun Fried Chicken Strip combo with a Sprite."
Johnny proceeded with the transaction and took his change. He grabbed some salt and pepper packets from the bowls on the counter before proceeding to grab his can of Sprite from the stand up cooler. Cashe was already seated in the seat across from from where Johnny sat, kicked back and waiting to eat. Johnny dropped the salt and pepper packets onto the table and looked over at Cashe.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I'm thinkin' about buying a studio and getting into directing movies again."
JASON CASHE
"Christ, don't tell me you're thinking about trying to open up another porn studio."
JOHNNY EVIL
"No man, I mean like legit movies. The porn studio was a bad idea now and I know that. All the actresses wanna' do is snort powder up their fuckin' nose and start drama. Too much of a headache. I mean, like horror films and all that. I wanna' brand it. I still haven't come up with a name for the studio though."
Jason shakes his head slowly in disbelief.
JASON CASHE
"I know you got all this cash rolling in now, but you gotta' stop investing your money into everything. Not everything is a good idea."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Cashe, you know money attracts money. I'm gonna' keep that in good faith and give it a whirl."
JASON CASHE
"I'm saying... Just think it through first."
Cashe sits for a quick second pondering ideas in his mind and then speaks again...
JASON CASHE
"I mean, you own a weed despensary, you turned the old garage into a gym and you wanna' start training fighters. You bought yourself a comic shop, and just last week you were talking about how you wanted to open up a pool-hall. I mean, sure it all sounds good planned out in the mind, but when the paper gets spent and everything is motion it's a whole lot different."
JOHNNY EVIL
"You're right, but I have a good feeling this could take off, bro."
Jason Cashe gives a nod and points at Evil.
JASON CASHE
"I'm just sayin', think it through. You really don't want to be known as the Allen Iverson of the wrestling world."
The cashier sits the boxes with their food on the counter top. Cashe gives a nod of the head and Johnny looks over.
JASON CASHE
"I think it's ready.
Johnny stands up and looks over at the boxes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, that's them..."
Johnny walks over to the counter and grabs the boxes. He picks up a couple packs of dipping sauce and returns to the table. Johnny slides Cashe's chicken box across the table as he begins to open his. Johnny looks at it for a moment and then picks up the salt and pepper packets, holding them together and ripping them open with his teeth. He pulls the ripped peices from his mouth with his free hand as he uses his other hand to sprinkle the salt and pepper across his food. Before he begins to eat he looks up at Cashe.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I mean, I'll consider thinking about it, but to be honest I probably won't change my mind. If anything, I figured that maybe you'd like to get in on the deal too?"
Jason Cashe picks up one of the chicken wings and looks up at Johnny as the offer begins to brew in his head...
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8.21.2016
LOCATION - Johnny's apartment
TIME - 2:13 PM
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Mama Evil sits on the couch in Johnny's living room holding Rhiannon Faith in her arms. She tilts the bottle of baby formula up ever so slowly as she feeds her. After a moment she pulls the bottle away and sits it down on the coffee table. Mama Evil puts Rhiannon over her shoulders in a tender motion and then begins patting her on the back.
At this point, Johnny walks into the living room just coming from the small gym he had set up in the sun-room to his house. He pulls the towel off of his shoulder and wipes the sweat from his forehead while he looks over at his mother and his daughter. Rhiannon lets out a burp causing Mama Evil to give off a smile...
JOHNNY EVIL
"So, you gonna' be fine watching her for a ten days?"
Mama Evil gives off a nod and she cradles Johnny's daughter once more.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Thanks, you're a life-saver. You shouldn't have to worry about formula. I got a stock of that in the kitchen on the counter."
MAMA EVIL
"I'm sure everything will be fine."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, you got my cellphone just in case."
Mama Evil lets off a suprising chuckle before replying.
MAMA EVIL
"Now you know what it's like to be a single parent..."
Johnny gives off a sarcastic look and then walks out of the living room shaking his head. He makes his way down the hall and into the master bedroom. Johnny looks at himself in the mirror for a moment before making his way into the walk in closet. He looks around for a moment, gliding his fingers through his clothes.
Johnny's mind begins to conjure a bunch of thoughts at this moment. The huge weight of that emotion labeled worry came pulsing through his veins. This would be the longest amount of time he's been away from his daughter since she came home from the hospital. He also thought about the amount of weight he was leaving his mother with. She had already raised him herself as a single parent. She did deserve a break.
After dwelling in his thoughts for a moment, Johnny grabbed some clothes and then grabbed a fresh towel before exiting the walk in closet and closing it behind him. Walking over to his bed, Johnny dropped his fresh clothes on top of the blankets. He sat down and began to have flashbacks for a moment...
Congradulations, Johnny. You have a healthy baby girl...
You hear that, it's a baby girl...
Would you like to cut the cord, Johnny...
What, whats going on...
Fuck, stay with me...
We're going to have to get him out of here...
We're sorry Johnny, we did all we could to resuscitate her...
... Any thoughts on what you're going to name your daughter
...Rhiannon Faith
Johnny stared around the room in a trance for a moment before wiping a tear drop that began to flow out of his right eye. He gave a depressed sigh and stood up from the bed. Looking down at his hands, he tried to keep the shaking to a minimum.
Grabbing his towel off of the bed he looked into the mirror once more...
JOHNNY EVIL
"You can handle this. You're a warrior!"
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8.22.2016
LOCATION - The Tippery
TIME - 11:53 PM
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Johnny looks down at the double-shot of Jack Daniel's on the counter. He seems to relax himself to the music as he stares into the shot glass in almost a sense of trance. The chatter around him at the bar filters out, the clanging of beer glasses and mugs begins to drown, and not long after his ears are focused strictly on the sounds of the guitar, drums and bass that's playing upon the stage. As the song ends, Johnny reaches down and picks up the double shot. He looks up at the stage and raises his the shot glass in that direction before tilting his head back and downing the whiskey.
Dropping the shot glass onto the counter, Johnny looks over at the bartender.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Hit me with another one..."
The bartender grabs a few of the empty beer bottles from other people sitting at the bar, chucking them into the garbage. He then grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel's from the bar shelf and pours another double shot into the shotglass in front of Johnny. Johnny gives a nod and wipes the sweat from his brow.
"Johnny!"
Griffin Hawkins walks up and sits on a stool beside Johnny. Johnny Evil looks at Griff and gives a slow nod.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"What brings you to Canda, dude?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Came to hear your band play..."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"I thought that you'd be getting ready for your match UCI with that Diavolo chick?"
Johnny lets off a bit of a laugh as reaches down and picks up his shot glass. He raises it into the air a bit as a sign of 'cheers'
JOHNNY EVIL
"Griff, I am training..."
He tips his head back and downs the shot. Placing the shot-glass on the table, he looks over at Griff.
JOHNNY EVIL
"You guys aren't that bad. I could tolerate it!"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Aren't that bad, huh?"
Griff looks over in the bartenders direction. He waves his hand to get his attention.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Let me get two Molson Canadian's from the tap."
JOHNNY EVIL
"What in the fuck is Molson Canadian?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"You're about to find out dude, that's why I got two."
JOHNNY EVIL
"It's not gonna' taste like hog piss is it?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Hell no, if there's one thing Canada knows how to do well besides hockey and wrestling, it's brew beer."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well considering you saying Canada does wrestling well, I'm a lil' iffy about trying this Molson Canadian."
The bartender brings back two cold mugs topped off with Molson Canadian. Johnny looks down at it with a look of confusion and skepticism.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on, man. What you don't trust me?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Oh, I trust you Griff. I just don't know if I should trust how you Canadian's make beer?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Don't be a pussy, man. That's some very good beer you're letting get warm."
Johnny eyes it down a bit more before picking up slowly and taking a sip from the mug. Johnny looks to his left and right for a moment before swallowing it. His face gives off an expression as if someone had just shit in his cornflakes.
JOHNNY EVIL
"God, how can you drink this awful shit? It taste like old gym socks and canned fart mixed with a lil' bit of water."
Griffin takes another gulp and gives off a smile of satisfaction.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on man, it's not really that bad."
Griff sits and thinks for a moment as he watches a couple of Canadian natives shoot pool for a moment. He looks back over at Johnny.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"So really, this is your training?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"No, I mean I still got time to get a couple sessions in the gym before the fight. I mean, it's a big match so I gotta' put on!"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Yea man, you wanted to be that guy to conquer multiple companies at once. That's a mighty big cross to carry on your shoulders."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah, I'm doing it to keep my mind away from Dahlia's death."
Johnny signals for another double shot of Whiskey at this moment. There is a brief awkward silence as Griffin takes another sip from the beer mug. The bartender pours the double shot and this time Johnny doesn't waste a second to down it. He looks up and his eyes wander around the bar.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Yeah, I'm not going to tell you I know what you're going through, but I can tell you I could only imagine."
Griffin gives off a shrug as he finishes the rest of the brew and places it down on the bar. Griffin gives a shrug.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It's understandable. You were with her for five years. She died giving birth to your daughter. Stuff like that is a tough fucking pill to swallow."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, but it's a bit different then I thought..."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"How so?"
Johnny shook his head in giving off a impression that it was difficult to explain.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I dunno, just thought I would feel different. I thought I wouldda' cut the world off entirely, but it only motivated me to do so much more. Like I'm already hanging out with other women. I'm advancing myself and opening businesses. I'm trying to build an empire. I'm trying to leave behind something more then my name in a wrestling ring."
Johnny continues to shake his head and then lifts his arms in an expression as if to clarify that he's baffled.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Am I wrong for that? I mean, do I feel guilty because the way that I mourn is different then the rest of the world? Like, most people would go on hiatus or at least break down for a short period of time."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It's like you said, people mourn different. I think you're going about things the smart way. You're focusing on the bigger picture and that is that you can't change the past. You're not wrong and I don't think you can feel guilty at all."
Griffin signals to the bartender for a second round. The bartender cleans the counter a short distance away from them and collects a couple dollar bills left by other patrons. After that, he slings the rag over his shoulder and grabs the tap house. As he fills Griffin's cup, Griff looks at Johnny.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"How's your newborn doing?"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"So really, this is your training?"
JOHNNY EVIL
"No, I mean I still got time to get a couple sessions in the gym before the fight. I mean, it's a big match so I gotta' put on!"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Yea man, you wanted to be that guy to conquer multiple companies at once. That's a mighty big cross to carry on your shoulders."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yeah, I'm doing it to keep my mind away from Dahlia's death."
Johnny signals for another double shot of Whiskey at this moment. There is a brief awkward silence as Griffin takes another sip from the beer mug. The bartender pours the double shot and this time Johnny doesn't waste a second to down it. He looks up and his eyes wander around the bar.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Yeah, I'm not going to tell you I know what you're going through, but I can tell you I could only imagine."
Griffin gives off a shrug as he finishes the rest of the brew and places it down on the bar. Griffin gives a shrug.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It's understandable. You were with her for five years. She died giving birth to your daughter. Stuff like that is a tough fucking pill to swallow."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Yea, but it's a bit different then I thought..."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"How so?"
Johnny shook his head in giving off a impression that it was difficult to explain.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I dunno, just thought I would feel different. I thought I wouldda' cut the world off entirely, but it only motivated me to do so much more. Like I'm already hanging out with other women. I'm advancing myself and opening businesses. I'm trying to build an empire. I'm trying to leave behind something more then my name in a wrestling ring."
Johnny continues to shake his head and then lifts his arms in an expression as if to clarify that he's baffled.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Am I wrong for that? I mean, do I feel guilty because the way that I mourn is different then the rest of the world? Like, most people would go on hiatus or at least break down for a short period of time."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It's like you said, people mourn different. I think you're going about things the smart way. You're focusing on the bigger picture and that is that you can't change the past. You're not wrong and I don't think you can feel guilty at all."
Griffin signals to the bartender for a second round. The bartender cleans the counter a short distance away from them and collects a couple dollar bills left by other patrons. After that, he slings the rag over his shoulder and grabs the tap house. As he fills Griffin's cup, Griff looks at Johnny.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"How's your newborn doing?"
Johnny chuckles at Griff's comment...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Ya' know, I thought that would be a lot different too. For starters, I thought it would be harder. Not saying that it isn't but it's not as crazy as I imagined."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Well, wait until she's two. "
JOHNNY EVIL
"Why what happens when she's two?"
Griff smirks for a moment. He reaches down and looks at his beer mug, wrapping his hand around it before replying.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"You'll see, but for now I think you deserve a toast? I mean you're a parent now. Situation wasn't the greatest, but you can look at that as a beacon of hope at least."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Ya' know, I thought that would be a lot different too. For starters, I thought it would be harder. Not saying that it isn't but it's not as crazy as I imagined."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Well, wait until she's two. "
JOHNNY EVIL
"Why what happens when she's two?"
Griff smirks for a moment. He reaches down and looks at his beer mug, wrapping his hand around it before replying.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"You'll see, but for now I think you deserve a toast? I mean you're a parent now. Situation wasn't the greatest, but you can look at that as a beacon of hope at least."
Griffin went to go lift his mug in the air and as he did he accidentally nudged into the person sitting behind him with his elbow. Griffin turned around and looked at the man who stared back at him with a look of anger. The guy had been drinking for quite a while. You could tell from the flush complexion and the sweat rolling down his forehead.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Whoa, sorry dude..."
DRUNK MAN
"Yeah, you're sorry. You better be sorry."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It was an accident, buddy. Relax yourself!"
DRUNK MAN
"Look, you long haired rocker punks think you rule the world. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Griffin gets a disgusted look on his face and puts his beer mug down while looking over at Johnny Evil. Johnny looks over Griffin's shoulder at the drunk man. The look in Griff's face shows that he's a little bit angry, so Johnny tries to defuse the situation.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Look, just keep drinking whatever your drinking. We're not even gonna' take it there tonight."
The drunk man stands up from the stool and pokes his chest out.
DRUNK MAN
"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but that goofy hairstyle doesn't make you tough."
Johnny smirks and begins to stand up. Griffin tries to calm him, but Johnny nudges away from Griff and stands to his feet beginning to ball his fists up.
JOHNNY EVIL
"No, you're right... My hairstyle shows my creativity. These hands are what makes me tougher then you."
DRUNK MAN
"Oh yea, you really think so. I'm still wondering who pitches and who catches outta' you two."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Mother fucker!"
Johnny lunges toward the drunk man and Griffin tries to get in the way, but is send stumbling back a bit in the tussle. Johnny lands on top of the man and begins choking him as a couple of people begin to break it up. Evil throws elbows back to clear people off of him and then begins landing a couple elbows across the drunk mans face.
Blood begins gushing from the bridge of the drunk mans nose as Griff pulls Johnny off of him. Johnny looks at his shirt which has blood speckles all across it. Looking around the bar he notices a lot of looks from other people that would be compared to deeming him a monster.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Johnny, you gotta' go, dude! They'll crucify you in Canada. They don't like U.S citizen's coming over here and getting into trouble.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What in the fuck are they gonna' do, 'call The Mounties'?
Johnny wipes the sweat from his brow...
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Dude that's stereotypical, not all our police force looks like Dudley Do Right!"
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Whoa, sorry dude..."
DRUNK MAN
"Yeah, you're sorry. You better be sorry."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"It was an accident, buddy. Relax yourself!"
DRUNK MAN
"Look, you long haired rocker punks think you rule the world. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Griffin gets a disgusted look on his face and puts his beer mug down while looking over at Johnny Evil. Johnny looks over Griffin's shoulder at the drunk man. The look in Griff's face shows that he's a little bit angry, so Johnny tries to defuse the situation.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Look, just keep drinking whatever your drinking. We're not even gonna' take it there tonight."
The drunk man stands up from the stool and pokes his chest out.
DRUNK MAN
"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but that goofy hairstyle doesn't make you tough."
Johnny smirks and begins to stand up. Griffin tries to calm him, but Johnny nudges away from Griff and stands to his feet beginning to ball his fists up.
JOHNNY EVIL
"No, you're right... My hairstyle shows my creativity. These hands are what makes me tougher then you."
DRUNK MAN
"Oh yea, you really think so. I'm still wondering who pitches and who catches outta' you two."
JOHNNY EVIL
"Mother fucker!"
Johnny lunges toward the drunk man and Griffin tries to get in the way, but is send stumbling back a bit in the tussle. Johnny lands on top of the man and begins choking him as a couple of people begin to break it up. Evil throws elbows back to clear people off of him and then begins landing a couple elbows across the drunk mans face.
Blood begins gushing from the bridge of the drunk mans nose as Griff pulls Johnny off of him. Johnny looks at his shirt which has blood speckles all across it. Looking around the bar he notices a lot of looks from other people that would be compared to deeming him a monster.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Johnny, you gotta' go, dude! They'll crucify you in Canada. They don't like U.S citizen's coming over here and getting into trouble.
JOHNNY EVIL
"What in the fuck are they gonna' do, 'call The Mounties'?
Johnny wipes the sweat from his brow...
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Dude that's stereotypical, not all our police force looks like Dudley Do Right!"
Johnny turns his attention toward the drunk man on the ground, holding his face over the crimson mask he recieved due to the vicious elbows.
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on, we got to get out of here, Johnny."
Griff grips at Johnny's shoulder and spins him in the direction of the door. With a quick nod of the head, Johnny catches his breath and both men make a dashing escape toward the door.
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8.25.2016
LOCATION - Pre-Match Press Release (Phoenix, Arizona)
TIME - 9:03 AM
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As Johnny sat down, he instantly pulled his black Detroit Til' I Die cap over his head a bit more to avoid the camera flashes hitting his eyes. He placed his bottle of Fiji water on the table in front of him as he pushed the chair in a bit. Once the commotion and the clapping of hands died down, Johnny rested his elbows upon the press table.
A couple late snap-shot flashes came out as Johnny's long time friend and manager sat down in the seat beside him. Johnny looked over at Dax and giving a nod, Dax looked into the media mob and pointed at a reporter in the front row...
REPORTER #1
"Johnny, the rumor has been going around that there are a lot of people in UCI that don't really like your position in the company right now. This is more along the lines of you signing a contract to only show up and compete to your liking. People feel you're getting a special treatment of sorts?"
Johnny nods a couple times for a moment and then sits up in his chair extending his arms outward as if to explain how he feels.
JOHNNY EVIL
"It's come to my attention that there may be some people that aren't happy with my position in the UCI for whatever reason. They may look at me a bit different because I show up when I want, and I get booked when I want. That's fine, they can look at me however they want. Their opinions never really mattered anyway, to be honest. I own businesses and I wrestle in multiple companies. I make paycheck after paycheck to support my daughter. Anyone that's slandering me or my deal, I gladly invite them to step up and do something about it."
Johnny reaches out and grabs his water bottle, untwisting the cap.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I mean, to be prefectly honest, I didn't come here to make friends. I have enough friends. My fanbase are also my friends."
Johnny takes a sip of his water and put it down before giving another nod to Dax. This time Dax points in the back section of the room. A few more camera flashes go off as the reporter asks his question.
REPORTER #2
"Some people are referring to you as a mercenary of sorts to the world of wrestling, how do you feel about that?"
Johnny gives of a small smirk as he pauses for a moment. His face almost looks surprised...
JOHNNY EVIL
"As for a mercenary? I kinda' like that idea. When you put it like that I guess you can say I wanna' make a company money just as much as I want to make myself money. If I'm a decent draw in ticket and merchandise sales, then why would I limit myself and put a barrier on that? Basically just as much as one company may want to brand me, I pretty much brand myself. Nothing more, nothing less..."
As Johnny answers that question, the reporter fires back with a second part to the same topic.
REPORTER #2
"However, people question if you really have any real love or loyalty for the organizations you sign with?"
Johnny smirks and nods, looking over at Dax for a moment...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, what is your name guy?
REPORTER #2
"Scott Shelby from Contact Sport Junkies"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, Scott Shelby from Contact Sport Junkies, I'll run it down for you. Never misunderstand what should already be understood. Is it really that impossible to work for multiple organizations and be loyal to all of them? I'm going to come to Meltdown and I'm gonna' put my all into the match with Diavolo just like I would with any other company. People may call it disloyal to not just brand yourself with one wrestling company. You wanna know what I call it? Smart... Why in a world full of opportunity should I limit myself?"
Dax points at a female reporter in the third row this time...
REPORTER #3
"You're facing Diavolo at Meltdown. It's known that she doesn't exactly have the in-ring skill like you. In fact she has very little in ring training, but still manages to make an impact in the sport. How do you go into a match against an opponent you know very little about from an in ring stand point?"
Johnny kicks back and relaxes himself in his chair a bit, removing his elbows from the press table, he now lays them in his lap.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I know Diavolo isn't fully trained to be in a wrestling ring. I'm not gonna' say it's going to be a walk in the park, but that wrestling training she lacks is going to catch up with her. I've been doing this for years and I was an amateur boxer before that. Running guns and narcotics has nothing to do with being inside a wrestling ring. Diavolo better learn some real skills to help her at Meltdown, and she better learn them real quick."
Before Dax can point, as many media mobs do, it began to turn into a fun house. Some distant chatter could be heard along with camera flashes still going of in the distance. It's at this point that the male reporter from the back attempts another question.
REPORTER #2
"How does the recent tragedy in losing your fiancee while giving birth to your daughter effect you mentally? It's a heavy experience, so I'm sure it's got to hold a weight on your mind somewhere?"
Johnny bites his lip for a moment and thinks hard. It's almost as if he doesn't want to answer it, but eventually he speaks on the topic...
JOHNNY EVIL
"I'm working on it. Every day is a battle with myself and my thoughts. These past couple months has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride. I'm not gonna' sugar coat anything. Is my mind fully at one hundred percent, probably not. I will say with loss comes great motivation if you allow it to be your motivation. Pretty much that's the only way I can look at it. I keep thinking that we can't change the past then we can't live mourning for it either. It's helped me so far."
A fourth report fires a question out from a distance.
REPORTER #4
"There was a report going around about an incident that happened at a bar in Canada a couple nights ago. Would you care to comment on that and tell us what happened?"
At this point, a drop of sweat comes folling down Johnny's forehead. He looks over at Dax Dillinger before replying...
JOHNNY EVIL
"No comment."
With that, the media frenzy begins, causing Johnny to get that feeling of anxiety. He closes his eyes and shakes his head for a moment as another question is fired.
REPORTER #4
"People are saying that as well as you may be trying to put on a show of all smiles, in reality you're losing focus. People have spotted you out with different women, some of which were known to be female escorts. It's also well documented that recently you have resorted to excessive partying when you're out on the road. We need you to clear the air, Johnny. Is this true?"
Johnny quickly returns fire as he sits up in his chair.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Look, people get over things in different ways. What I do in my personal life is none of your concern or anyone elses concern. You work for the media. You're going to do what the media has always done with anyone who becomes a rising star. You're going to try and twist things around and paint a false image of me, because of my childhood. People hate to see someone who was in the dirt rise above and make a future for himself. Me, I'm brutally honest. Do I drink a lot, sometimes. Do I smoke a lil' weed every so often, you're damn right I do. Am I laying with different women after only losing my fiancee a couple months ago, yeah. I don't expect certain people to understand it. I'm dealing the the hands that I was dealt the only way I know how."
Johnny pushes his chair out from under the press table a bit and grabs his water...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Closing statement... Johnny Nation will be in the building August twenty-eighth for UCI Meltdown. Tune in if you're ready to see me burn the fuckin' arena to the ground!"
Johnny hops up from the seat as the reporters begin snapping off various photos of him leaving th conference table. He starts making his way from the stage to the back hallway, leaving all the commotion from the press to drown out behind him...
"Shaking my head at stupidy..."
"First off, It's Evil Like Keinevel Not Like Dr.Evil you cheap hooker!"
"To my dear stupid Daivolo, you are a typical woman with but a typical mind. You talk about how you've dug down and found out all you possibly could about Johnny Evil. The truth is you don't know shit. While we are talking about truths, let's talk about truths and basics. You say a lotta' things about me aren't creative. Let's talk about the uncreativity to Alessandra Malignaggi. I think when I flipped through the channels at night when I'm thinking about everything other then my match with her, I tend to pass a show called Queen Of The South. You know, that new television show on USA network that everyone raves about? Well, it just so happens that around the time that show had aired, in front of me what do a see?"
"I see a women entering the wrestling business. This woman is suppose to be weapons and drug trafficer. I guess you could say a queen pin. I mean, honestly I'm not buying it at all. Shit sounds like a fuckin' publicity stunt to me. However, if you are some kinda' 'queen-shit , queen pin, do you want a fuckin' cookie or something? Is that suppose to be impressive. Listen, Diavolo... I once seen a monkey smoke a cigarette. You're no where near as impressive as that. The truth is you said I'm average. That's real funny coming from an average person such as yourself. I'm gonna' show you how average I am at Meltdown when I come to YOUR show and rough YOU up!"
*Johnny shows himself off to the world, extending his arms out to the sides of him.*
... Cause Diavolo, there ain't a damn thing average about me. I got the skills to pay the bills. I'm the bees knees, his wings, his stinger, and his fuckin' socks!
"I've done my research on you too Diavolo, and the truth is, you and I... We do have some things in common."
"See, I used to deal drugs and guns myself back when I was younger. The thing is, I stopped being an idiot when I became successful. Let's be honest, what in the fuck do you need to deal guns and drugs for when you get a decent pay check in the wrestling business? Is it because you think it's the cool thing to do? Maybe you get turned on and it's a thrill for you?? Whatever it is, you got some screws loose up in that brain of yours, chica'. The funny thing is, everyone is a fuckin' gangster until they get themselves caught up in business that is entirely over their head. It's gonna' happen to you one day and there's nothing you can do to stop it. As I said, I've lived that life. I know what it's about and some chick who walks around thinking she's a queen pin ain't gonna' scare me one bit. I fought myself outta' a life of crime and illegal activities with these..."
**Johnny Evil balls his fists and lifts them up, tossing a couple jabs.**
"I let these, work for me and not against me. I let these earn my money legally. Most of all at Meltdown, I'm gonna' use these to beat you!"
"To be honest, it's actually a bit of a relief to know that you look at yourself as a gangster, because personally, I've been saying the wrestling world needs a super hero for a while. I plan on being that man. Granted, I wouldn't be your typical clique, mask wearing, cape baring, crusader. I'm too profound and cutting edge for that. We all know children should never try to quote anything that Johnny says, and in case your wondering it's Evil like Kinevel, not like the struggle between good and bad. I've always been a dare devil. Where selling guns and leading a cartel might get your panties wet Diavolo, the rush and the reaction from the crowd is what gives me a stiffy!"
*Johnny does a pelvic thrust and grabs his cock and balls.*
"So, The Crimson Lady..."
"I mean, it's almost too good to be true. Not only do you stink of filth and illegal activities, but you also tend to have a super-villian type of name. I don't plan on losing to someone that names themselves The Crimson Lady. Correct me if I'm wrong, but there is no sexism needed when I say this. Wouldn't all females technically be Crimson Lady's? After all for the most part, every woman bleeds for five to seven days. You wanna' know why I can just come in here and get thrown on as a headline? You wanna know why my first match in UCI is a co main event at Meltdown? It's because I am a huge blockbuster draw for any company that aquires me. I'm a mercenary of sorts. I'm not bound to one particular company. I come, I fuck shit up, I win, and then I go home. Next time a blockbuster match is needed, the process repeats!!"
"Now don't take this as me being disloyal to a company, because I'm loyal to every organization I step into. If I tell em' I'm coming, bet your ass I'm gonna' be there. If I got a match, bet your ass I'm gonna' perform! Most of all, if I gotta' shut someone down and snap them back into reality I do that. Diavolo, you are in well need of a reality check. You think you got the world by it's balls because of the reputation that you have built for yourself. Lady, you got a better chance of standing out in a war-zone selling your narcotics and not getting clipped by a stray bullet before you ever take Johnny Evil by the balls!"
*Johnny lifts his pointer finger and ticks it back and forth as if to say 'no, no, no'*
"On the flip-side of that, I've heard you're known to get a little dirty in the ring. I'm almost tempted to bring a pack of wet-wipes to shut that shit down. Bring your tricks, because you're gonna' need them when that bell rings. No matter how hard you fight, I never disappoint the masses that are Johnny Nation. I mean, I got more people behind me then Usain Bolt when he's running down the track at the Olympics."
"Trust me Diavolo, I'm gonna' show you what making an impact is all about. My first matcy in UCI and I can see the headlines now. This is going to be an epic night that rocks the foundation of UCI. Through it all, I'm gonna' show you why before biting off more then you chew you should have done your research. If I don't impress you, all that shit is gonna' be laid to rest when we step into that ring."
"So in the end of it all, I'm sorry if I'm boring to you on paper. I will promise you one thing, though. After Meltdown is over, it's going to say Johnny Evil was the winner of this match... ON PAPER..."
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
"Come on, we got to get out of here, Johnny."
Griff grips at Johnny's shoulder and spins him in the direction of the door. With a quick nod of the head, Johnny catches his breath and both men make a dashing escape toward the door.
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8.25.2016
LOCATION - Pre-Match Press Release (Phoenix, Arizona)
TIME - 9:03 AM
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As Johnny sat down, he instantly pulled his black Detroit Til' I Die cap over his head a bit more to avoid the camera flashes hitting his eyes. He placed his bottle of Fiji water on the table in front of him as he pushed the chair in a bit. Once the commotion and the clapping of hands died down, Johnny rested his elbows upon the press table.
A couple late snap-shot flashes came out as Johnny's long time friend and manager sat down in the seat beside him. Johnny looked over at Dax and giving a nod, Dax looked into the media mob and pointed at a reporter in the front row...
REPORTER #1
"Johnny, the rumor has been going around that there are a lot of people in UCI that don't really like your position in the company right now. This is more along the lines of you signing a contract to only show up and compete to your liking. People feel you're getting a special treatment of sorts?"
Johnny nods a couple times for a moment and then sits up in his chair extending his arms outward as if to explain how he feels.
JOHNNY EVIL
"It's come to my attention that there may be some people that aren't happy with my position in the UCI for whatever reason. They may look at me a bit different because I show up when I want, and I get booked when I want. That's fine, they can look at me however they want. Their opinions never really mattered anyway, to be honest. I own businesses and I wrestle in multiple companies. I make paycheck after paycheck to support my daughter. Anyone that's slandering me or my deal, I gladly invite them to step up and do something about it."
Johnny reaches out and grabs his water bottle, untwisting the cap.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I mean, to be prefectly honest, I didn't come here to make friends. I have enough friends. My fanbase are also my friends."
Johnny takes a sip of his water and put it down before giving another nod to Dax. This time Dax points in the back section of the room. A few more camera flashes go off as the reporter asks his question.
REPORTER #2
"Some people are referring to you as a mercenary of sorts to the world of wrestling, how do you feel about that?"
Johnny gives of a small smirk as he pauses for a moment. His face almost looks surprised...
JOHNNY EVIL
"As for a mercenary? I kinda' like that idea. When you put it like that I guess you can say I wanna' make a company money just as much as I want to make myself money. If I'm a decent draw in ticket and merchandise sales, then why would I limit myself and put a barrier on that? Basically just as much as one company may want to brand me, I pretty much brand myself. Nothing more, nothing less..."
As Johnny answers that question, the reporter fires back with a second part to the same topic.
REPORTER #2
"However, people question if you really have any real love or loyalty for the organizations you sign with?"
Johnny smirks and nods, looking over at Dax for a moment...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, what is your name guy?
REPORTER #2
"Scott Shelby from Contact Sport Junkies"
JOHNNY EVIL
"Well, Scott Shelby from Contact Sport Junkies, I'll run it down for you. Never misunderstand what should already be understood. Is it really that impossible to work for multiple organizations and be loyal to all of them? I'm going to come to Meltdown and I'm gonna' put my all into the match with Diavolo just like I would with any other company. People may call it disloyal to not just brand yourself with one wrestling company. You wanna know what I call it? Smart... Why in a world full of opportunity should I limit myself?"
Dax points at a female reporter in the third row this time...
REPORTER #3
"You're facing Diavolo at Meltdown. It's known that she doesn't exactly have the in-ring skill like you. In fact she has very little in ring training, but still manages to make an impact in the sport. How do you go into a match against an opponent you know very little about from an in ring stand point?"
Johnny kicks back and relaxes himself in his chair a bit, removing his elbows from the press table, he now lays them in his lap.
JOHNNY EVIL
"I know Diavolo isn't fully trained to be in a wrestling ring. I'm not gonna' say it's going to be a walk in the park, but that wrestling training she lacks is going to catch up with her. I've been doing this for years and I was an amateur boxer before that. Running guns and narcotics has nothing to do with being inside a wrestling ring. Diavolo better learn some real skills to help her at Meltdown, and she better learn them real quick."
Before Dax can point, as many media mobs do, it began to turn into a fun house. Some distant chatter could be heard along with camera flashes still going of in the distance. It's at this point that the male reporter from the back attempts another question.
REPORTER #2
"How does the recent tragedy in losing your fiancee while giving birth to your daughter effect you mentally? It's a heavy experience, so I'm sure it's got to hold a weight on your mind somewhere?"
Johnny bites his lip for a moment and thinks hard. It's almost as if he doesn't want to answer it, but eventually he speaks on the topic...
JOHNNY EVIL
"I'm working on it. Every day is a battle with myself and my thoughts. These past couple months has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride. I'm not gonna' sugar coat anything. Is my mind fully at one hundred percent, probably not. I will say with loss comes great motivation if you allow it to be your motivation. Pretty much that's the only way I can look at it. I keep thinking that we can't change the past then we can't live mourning for it either. It's helped me so far."
A fourth report fires a question out from a distance.
REPORTER #4
"There was a report going around about an incident that happened at a bar in Canada a couple nights ago. Would you care to comment on that and tell us what happened?"
At this point, a drop of sweat comes folling down Johnny's forehead. He looks over at Dax Dillinger before replying...
JOHNNY EVIL
"No comment."
With that, the media frenzy begins, causing Johnny to get that feeling of anxiety. He closes his eyes and shakes his head for a moment as another question is fired.
REPORTER #4
"People are saying that as well as you may be trying to put on a show of all smiles, in reality you're losing focus. People have spotted you out with different women, some of which were known to be female escorts. It's also well documented that recently you have resorted to excessive partying when you're out on the road. We need you to clear the air, Johnny. Is this true?"
Johnny quickly returns fire as he sits up in his chair.
JOHNNY EVIL
"Look, people get over things in different ways. What I do in my personal life is none of your concern or anyone elses concern. You work for the media. You're going to do what the media has always done with anyone who becomes a rising star. You're going to try and twist things around and paint a false image of me, because of my childhood. People hate to see someone who was in the dirt rise above and make a future for himself. Me, I'm brutally honest. Do I drink a lot, sometimes. Do I smoke a lil' weed every so often, you're damn right I do. Am I laying with different women after only losing my fiancee a couple months ago, yeah. I don't expect certain people to understand it. I'm dealing the the hands that I was dealt the only way I know how."
Johnny pushes his chair out from under the press table a bit and grabs his water...
JOHNNY EVIL
"Closing statement... Johnny Nation will be in the building August twenty-eighth for UCI Meltdown. Tune in if you're ready to see me burn the fuckin' arena to the ground!"
Johnny hops up from the seat as the reporters begin snapping off various photos of him leaving th conference table. He starts making his way from the stage to the back hallway, leaving all the commotion from the press to drown out behind him...
"Shaking my head at stupidy..."
"First off, It's Evil Like Keinevel Not Like Dr.Evil you cheap hooker!"
"To my dear stupid Daivolo, you are a typical woman with but a typical mind. You talk about how you've dug down and found out all you possibly could about Johnny Evil. The truth is you don't know shit. While we are talking about truths, let's talk about truths and basics. You say a lotta' things about me aren't creative. Let's talk about the uncreativity to Alessandra Malignaggi. I think when I flipped through the channels at night when I'm thinking about everything other then my match with her, I tend to pass a show called Queen Of The South. You know, that new television show on USA network that everyone raves about? Well, it just so happens that around the time that show had aired, in front of me what do a see?"
"I see a women entering the wrestling business. This woman is suppose to be weapons and drug trafficer. I guess you could say a queen pin. I mean, honestly I'm not buying it at all. Shit sounds like a fuckin' publicity stunt to me. However, if you are some kinda' 'queen-shit , queen pin, do you want a fuckin' cookie or something? Is that suppose to be impressive. Listen, Diavolo... I once seen a monkey smoke a cigarette. You're no where near as impressive as that. The truth is you said I'm average. That's real funny coming from an average person such as yourself. I'm gonna' show you how average I am at Meltdown when I come to YOUR show and rough YOU up!"
*Johnny shows himself off to the world, extending his arms out to the sides of him.*
... Cause Diavolo, there ain't a damn thing average about me. I got the skills to pay the bills. I'm the bees knees, his wings, his stinger, and his fuckin' socks!
"I've done my research on you too Diavolo, and the truth is, you and I... We do have some things in common."
"See, I used to deal drugs and guns myself back when I was younger. The thing is, I stopped being an idiot when I became successful. Let's be honest, what in the fuck do you need to deal guns and drugs for when you get a decent pay check in the wrestling business? Is it because you think it's the cool thing to do? Maybe you get turned on and it's a thrill for you?? Whatever it is, you got some screws loose up in that brain of yours, chica'. The funny thing is, everyone is a fuckin' gangster until they get themselves caught up in business that is entirely over their head. It's gonna' happen to you one day and there's nothing you can do to stop it. As I said, I've lived that life. I know what it's about and some chick who walks around thinking she's a queen pin ain't gonna' scare me one bit. I fought myself outta' a life of crime and illegal activities with these..."
**Johnny Evil balls his fists and lifts them up, tossing a couple jabs.**
"I let these, work for me and not against me. I let these earn my money legally. Most of all at Meltdown, I'm gonna' use these to beat you!"
"To be honest, it's actually a bit of a relief to know that you look at yourself as a gangster, because personally, I've been saying the wrestling world needs a super hero for a while. I plan on being that man. Granted, I wouldn't be your typical clique, mask wearing, cape baring, crusader. I'm too profound and cutting edge for that. We all know children should never try to quote anything that Johnny says, and in case your wondering it's Evil like Kinevel, not like the struggle between good and bad. I've always been a dare devil. Where selling guns and leading a cartel might get your panties wet Diavolo, the rush and the reaction from the crowd is what gives me a stiffy!"
*Johnny does a pelvic thrust and grabs his cock and balls.*
"So, The Crimson Lady..."
"I mean, it's almost too good to be true. Not only do you stink of filth and illegal activities, but you also tend to have a super-villian type of name. I don't plan on losing to someone that names themselves The Crimson Lady. Correct me if I'm wrong, but there is no sexism needed when I say this. Wouldn't all females technically be Crimson Lady's? After all for the most part, every woman bleeds for five to seven days. You wanna' know why I can just come in here and get thrown on as a headline? You wanna know why my first match in UCI is a co main event at Meltdown? It's because I am a huge blockbuster draw for any company that aquires me. I'm a mercenary of sorts. I'm not bound to one particular company. I come, I fuck shit up, I win, and then I go home. Next time a blockbuster match is needed, the process repeats!!"
"Now don't take this as me being disloyal to a company, because I'm loyal to every organization I step into. If I tell em' I'm coming, bet your ass I'm gonna' be there. If I got a match, bet your ass I'm gonna' perform! Most of all, if I gotta' shut someone down and snap them back into reality I do that. Diavolo, you are in well need of a reality check. You think you got the world by it's balls because of the reputation that you have built for yourself. Lady, you got a better chance of standing out in a war-zone selling your narcotics and not getting clipped by a stray bullet before you ever take Johnny Evil by the balls!"
*Johnny lifts his pointer finger and ticks it back and forth as if to say 'no, no, no'*
"On the flip-side of that, I've heard you're known to get a little dirty in the ring. I'm almost tempted to bring a pack of wet-wipes to shut that shit down. Bring your tricks, because you're gonna' need them when that bell rings. No matter how hard you fight, I never disappoint the masses that are Johnny Nation. I mean, I got more people behind me then Usain Bolt when he's running down the track at the Olympics."
"Trust me Diavolo, I'm gonna' show you what making an impact is all about. My first matcy in UCI and I can see the headlines now. This is going to be an epic night that rocks the foundation of UCI. Through it all, I'm gonna' show you why before biting off more then you chew you should have done your research. If I don't impress you, all that shit is gonna' be laid to rest when we step into that ring."
"So in the end of it all, I'm sorry if I'm boring to you on paper. I will promise you one thing, though. After Meltdown is over, it's going to say Johnny Evil was the winner of this match... ON PAPER..."