A strong woman builds a strong man.
Aug 3, 2016 20:59:16 GMT -6
Spencer Adams, Mr. Wright, and 2 more like this
Post by Fang on Aug 3, 2016 20:59:16 GMT -6
The sun rises and the Man In Black is sitting on the beach in the early hours of another day in Florida. He sits there looking out at the ocean. The short drive from Gainsville was nothing and he needed to have his head clear. The news that came from his brother was very jarring. The end of an era was coming, but it had been prepared for. The AWA was closing, and now Jonathan had to succeed here. His first match went well, but this is only the beginning. Well okay it isn't the real beginning, but it is a new beginning.
(Twenty years ago)
A beautiful redhead is getting all dressed in a black and red corset. She's wearing black stillettos and fishnet stockings. She looks back and her emerald green eyes catch the light.
"Baby" She says "Could you tighten me up back there?"
Jonathan smiles at the woman. He walks over and begins to pull the laces tight. When he ties them off the woman turns and kisses him.
"We're going to knock em dead tonight," She says "You've been trainning for two years for this moment. Your debuit in a major federation. You can be the best Jonathan, and we can live this life together."
"Thanks, Cassie" Jon says "I'm glad you wanted to go to the ring with me and help. It really takes the nerves away."
"You're my husband," Cassie says "We do things together..."
That night was Fang's creation. His big debut in Global Championship Wrestling. He did good, but he didn't win. He held his own but he made one mistake. He lost his debut match because he wasn't focused enough. He'd earn accolades in the GCW, he'd be a two time Television Champion but in the end the place would close down, and Cassie?
(Back in the present)
"That was a crock of shit wasn't it, Cassie" Fang mutters. "We didn't last all that long. I guess people just fall out of love, or they see money and followl it."
Jonathan thinks about how Cassie just up and left him one day for the owner of the fed. They took off with the gate reciepts of the final show. He never saw her again. By this time the man who would become the Wolf God didn't care. He was too busy dealing with his own demons.
(Fifteen years ago)
>BANG< >BANG< >BANG<
"JONATHAN," A man's voice calls out from behind a locked door. "JONATHAN ARE YOU AWAKE. Fuck, Vic, break the door down."
A Big burly black man comes crashing through the door. Wood splintering and flying everywhere. An older gentlemen comes rusing in behind him. He runs over to where Jonathan Porter lays face down in a puddle of his own vomit, a tipped over bottle of Jack Daniels staining the white rug.
"Victor," The older man says "Call nine-one-one. Shit what was he thinking?"
Vic grabs the landline and dials the number. The older man pulls Jonathan to his knees. He checks to make sure his friend is still breathing. Fortunately he is, he's just so out of it he's almost comatose. Vic gets off the phone and walks into the bathroom. He brings out a towel and hands it to the old man.
"Here, Bill," Vic says "Get him cleaned up EMS is on it's way."
Vic picks up and empty bottle of percosets off the table next to the couch. He shakes his head.
"He must of been thinking about her again," Vic says "Damn Cassandra. Why'd she have to break him like that."
"She was always selfish," Bill said "Even back when she was a student at the school. She wanted into the business so bad. I really thought Jon had changed her, but I guess nothing could. Now he's the one changed."
Vic pulls out his cell phone. He dials a number and it connects.
"Brenda," Vic says "I need you to come give me a hand. Yeah, bring the girls, you're going to be helping me for a little while. Nah, my boss' son needs a bit of attending to. He's in a bad way right now. Yeah I know, I'll make the arrangements so get packed. Thanks, Sis."
(Present)
Jon's eyes are closed as he continues to think about the things that brought him here. He continues to relive the painful memories that made him who he is. Life's journey has never been easy. It's always been an uphill battle, but he's found some success. He's found some happiness. He even found a brother he never thought he had. He opens his eyes and looks out at the ocean. The colors of the sunrise setting the water on fire. A slender dark-skinned hand touches his shoulder. He looks up at the beauty standing behind him.
"It's been a long road." Fang says "Glad you could make it to the show, Brenda"
"Baby," Brenda says "I may have to take care of our empire, but I'd never miss an important match of yours. We traveled that road together for years. I'll always be there when it means the most. I'll always be by your side when you need me the most. Gerritt called me and told me about his decision. Looks like you can put your full focus on UCI."
"Yeah," Fang shakes his head "He finally succumbed to the pressures being put on him by the commission. Looks like the law claimed another place. He wanted to hold out as long as he could, but he's not made of money, and his health isn't what it used to be."
"Neither is yours," Brenda replies as the morning sun hits her brown skin. As the sun brings more and more light to the beach, the woman standing behind Jonathan get's more and more beautiful. Thin waist, nice hips, well endowed where it counts, and a face that would make a man do anything she asked. She smiles at her husband "I don't mind you doing this, but remember there are parts of you that are more important to me than any championship belt"
"Now come on," Jonathan says "You've never loved me for my rugged good looks."
"Stop," Brenda smiles "I love you because you've always treated me like a Queen. Even when I've been a bitch."
"You saved me," Jonathan says with a smile. His mind drifts back into thought.
(Fifteen Years Ago)
Jonathan is laying on a bed shaking. His arms and legs are strapped down. Vic and Brenda Gillot are in the room. Brenda is looking at her brother in disbelief.
"Vic," Brenda says "What are you doing. We just can't keep him tied down here. He'll hurt himself."
"We have to keep him from using," Vic says sternly "It's just for a couple of days. Just until we get him through the withdrawl. It's either this, or we find him drowning in his own sick again. He needs help, Brenda. He's broken inside. He's not the guy I knew growing up. I was told to do whatever I can to help him. The Porters don't want to bury him. I need you to take care of him."
"Fine," Brenda says "But we loosen the restraints. I don't want him popping a shoulder out of place."
A few days go by, Jonathan doesn't even know where he is, and only he knows what's going on in his head. He keeps babbling Cassandra's name in his fever dreams. Brenda wipes the sweat off his brow, she gets in really close. She notices how handsome the man is. His eyes pop open and meet hers.
"W-who are you," Jon says "W-where am I?"
"I'm Vic's sister," Brenda says "My name is Brenda Gillot. You're home, at your parents house in Long Pond. You tried to kill yourself."
"Oh," Jon's expression changes from fear to depression "I did, didn't I."
"She's not worth it," Brenda smiles "The woman who did this to you. She had someone who would do anything for her and she tossed him away. Don't waste your time hurting yourself over her."
"It's kinda hard, " Jon says "She was my world."
"No she wasn't" Brenda says as she squeezes out the washcloth and mops more sweat off Jon's forehead "Wrestling is your world and you've allowed her to keep you from it. My brother always talked about how you trained so hard to become a professional wrestler. How you lived for it. Don't let one bad experience kill your dreams."
"But I'm not that good," Jon replies "I can't do the things some of these guys can do."
"Do what you can." Brenda urges "You have talent. You have charisma. You know how to talk. Find yourself and use that. Be who you are in real life. Don't try to be something you're not."
"But I'm not a nice guy," Jon looks away "I'm an asshole who thinks about himself and doesn't think about anything else but what's going to get me what I want."
"Then be that." Brenda grins "Be that strong man who takes what he wants. Sure it may take you time to find your feet, but you'll find them. I've seen the tapes of you in the ring. You've got talent. You just need to hone it. You just need to find that part of you that brings out the best of you."
(Present)
[That part that brings out the best of me. Who'd have thought I'd find it in the eyes of a woman who was taking care of me only because her brother asked. Now that woman is a faiithful wife and the woman who runs my company when I'm off playing wrestler. I didn't deserve her. I'm glad I have her. She's the real reason I became a legend. I do what I do because she's had my back for over fifteen years. ]
Fang stands up and takes his wife's hand. The begin to walk down the beach. He looks into her deep brown eyes. Everytime he started over she was there. When they had to put in his new knee, she was there. When he went back to become the UNIVERSAL Champion for the first time, She was there. Last night in the crowd at his first UCI show, She was there. The anchor, the supporter, his biggest fan, Brenda Gillot Porter. Her pride in him is what keeps him going. Her pride allows him to be the cocky, arrogant, full of himself wrestler who calls himself the best in the business today. He lucked out.
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Fang: (Voice Over) What does it take to be a man. It's more than a line in a song by Boston. Being a man is more than being hard. More than being tough. More than swilling beer and making fart jokes. Men have to have hardened exteriors, and be able to remove themselves from their feelings. In the end though they are still only human. We lose to our emotions. We do things to protect the people we care about. Hell even I've done things I didn't want to do to protect the people I care for.
I don't much understand human emotion. I've been told I'm not very empathetic to those around me. I try to see things there way, but so much has been heaped on me in my life that it's hard to see past what I want for myself. What I need for my self. It goes back to everyone having their own demons. Mine are alcohol and pain killers. I was sent down that path when I was betrayed by a woman I thought loved me. Maybe she did for a time. Maybe she cared. I don't know, and time actually does heal a lot of wounds. The one left in my heart has long ago scarred over. I don't really think about that life much anymore. I continue with the one I built. The one I have in front of me. The Global Empire that is Porter Industries and the woman who helps me maintain it.
She was also there for when my career took off. She helped plot and scheme when I rode up the road with Fans Execution and VIndication. She was there to bring me back to reality when I lost myself in the power I recieved from Fenrir. She's been my beacon of hope and my pillar of strength, and yeah there have been times she's been my greatest weakness. The one thing that could stop me from doing what I needed to do. It's all been worth it though. The look on her face when I reach each new accomplishment. The smile and warmth in her eyes when I share each milestone with her. Nothing compare to the feeling of knowing that no matter who turns against me, I'll always have my biggest fan. My wife, Brenda.
Sure the road may have been long and hard. The path rocky, and full of compromises. I may have held myself back and not shown my true power because I wanted my brother to succeed. He's had his time. He's had his moments. Everything now is my own, and I share that with only one person. The woman I love.
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A well tanned blonde man in a grey business suit is standing at the airport holding a sign that simply reads "Fang" in big bold letters. The Wolf God sees the man and begins to walk towards him. He's travelling alone, a single carry-on being dragged behind him.
"Mr. Porter" the blonde man says "I'm Derrick, your wife assigned me to be your assistant while you're here for your match this week. She's sorry she couldn't be here to greet you but there's a problem in Singapore and she had to go deal with it."
"No problem, Derrick." Fang says "So I'm sure Mrs. Porter brought you up to speed, and I'm also sure you got me the information I need to look at about my next opponent."
"Yes sir," Derrick says. He pulls an envelope from inside his jacket. Fang takes it and opens it up. He pulls some DVD's from the envelope and looks at the covers.
"Porn?" He asks Derrick. "This is relevent how?"
"The man on the cover," The assistant replies "He's your next opponent. Seems he got his start in the gay porn industry..."
"Just call it the porn industry," Fang says "It's all the same thing. Hmm, well it's not the first time I've fought and aspiring adult entertainment actor who's trying to break out into something bigger. This is the name he's wrestling under? Sounds sort of like a villian from an Austin Powers film."
Derrick stiffles a laugh. Fang just shakes his head. Fang then puts the DVD's back into the envelope and the two men walk through the airport to the waiting limo. The two men get in and the doors close.
"Derrick," Jonathan looks at the young man "I want you to look for some local gyms that I can use this week. Find out what the going rates are. Get me some local talent. I want sparring partners and practice matches lined up. I realize that this isn't the Asylum and there are a lot of capable opponents out there. I'm going to need to step up my game. Money is not object. I need to be ready to conquer this place."
"Yes, Mr Porter," Derrick says writing all this down into his notes.
The car pulls off and heads down the road away from the airport. Derrick begins to get to work pulling out his tablet. Meanwhile the Man in Black turns his thoughts to the UCI fans and his opponent.
"Phase one," Fang says "Is complete. I got my foot in the door and beat my first opponent. It's been a long time since I felt the thrill of winning my first match in a federation. It's been a long time since I had to pull out the Fatal Shot from pretty much out of nowhere to take a man down. Don't get me wrong. That match would have lasted much longer if I hadn't caught Night Wolf's one fatal mistake. I did catch it though and it was all I needed to take him down and get the pinfall. Better luck when we next meet my friend.
This week I battle another newcomer. A man with a sordid past. A man who's used his body to get where he wanted to get in life. Jack "The Crack" Schlongson. You know I really don't care what you did in your past, Jack. I don't care if you stared in a hundred films taking it up the ass. What you did to get where you are now, well it's what you had to do isn't it. You took the talent that you had, and ran with it. You saved your money and followed your dreams to get to the top of the business. You took that reputation, one I'm sure was know for how HARD you worked and you applied it to a new vocation. Nobody can fault you for that."
Fang opens up the mini bar in the Limo and a small bottle of Jack Daniels is there. He opens it and pulls crystal rocks glass from another cabinet. He puts some ice in and empties the small bottle into the glass. He raises it up to take a sip.
"Hell," Fang smiles "You may even be proud of your career. I'll make sure to send these movies to my wife and she can tell me if you're any good at what you did. She kinda has a soft spot for that kinda thing."
The True Immortal sets the drink down in front of him and leans in. A big sneer fills his face as he looks straight ahead.
"Meanwhile," Fang snarls "I've been honing my craft inside that ring for over twenty years. I've done it all and seen it all and I've left plenty of my own bodily fluids on the canvas. I've had the shit beat out of me. I've been left hanging in the ropes. I even had my leg wrapped up in a figure four while pressed against the steel of the ring post. I already know what kind of a sadistic lover this sport can be. I'm sure you had a taste of her already, Jack. I'm sure you've felt the cold touch of her rough hand. This sport isn't a kind mistress, she's an evil, vicious, wretched whore of a dominatrix who'll take everything you have and leave you spent and broken by the end of the day.
Now I know that I'm sorta coloring this idea of this sport with what I'm attracted to, but you get the idea. None of us are going to every satisfy this bitch's need for our blood and sweat. We're never going to make it happy. At the end of our careers we're just going to be heaps of spent flesh writhing around on the ground wondering what we did with our lives. I don't want you to ruin that body of yours, Jack. It seems you can make a far better living showing off your physique on the screen while letting other muscular men do what they want with you. Hell you may even stay pretty a whole hell of a lot longer in that business. I know that when you step in that ring with me this week you're most assuredly going to suffer some new scars and bruises. I tend to play rough with my toys.
A big grin fills Fang's face. He reaches down and grabs his drink again. He takes another long sip at it.
"I don't mind destroying pretty things, Jack" Fang's smile turns back into a sneer. "In fact it's a hobby of mine. I've left many an opponent with a rearranged face, or some teeth missing. This is a fight that you're really going to have to put some effort in to win. This is a fight that you'll need to bring more than your A game for. This is a fight against a man who has nothing to lose and everything to prove. YOU see very recently this place became my new home. It wasn't through my own decision, although I did come here to play for a while. So now I'm more motivated than ever to etch out my place. I need to carve out my spot, and if in the process of doing so I carve off a few pounds of skin off your hide, so be it. I'm not one to mince words here, Jack. I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not here to make friends and I'm not going to ask anyone here to like me. At the end of the day though, you will respect me.
This week I have to prove that I'm just not a one pump chump. That I have the staying power to satisfy. That I can and will be the measuring stick that the new talent on this roster will have to perform as well or better than. I'm not going to just lay back and let you do all the work. I'm going to show you what a truly dominant performer looks like. You're going to come into that ring with a plan. You should abandon all hope of that plan going the way you're expecting. That ring belongs to me. It's a part of who I am. It is my whole way of life. Some half serious bit player isn't going to come into it and steal MY SPOTLIGHT.
You see, Jack, this was the life I was always meant for. The modern day Gladitorial battles. The spilling of blood, getting that taste of copper in your mouth and not knowing whether it's yours or your opponents. The rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you feel that pump of your heart. The rush that's better than any drug out there as the crowd reacts to every single thing you do. There's no way you can comprehend how it feels to a veteran of the sport like myself. You wouldn't understand how it can pull you back time and time again. How it can make you crave the pain and the noise. You can't understand it because you didn't come from it. You didn't start with it. You don't have that passion in you.. For you this is just another stepping stone on your career, and a way that you can get your hands around the bodies of muscular men to get your jollies off. You don't come off a serious to me, just another Porn star who thinks he can do anything because his ego is bigger than his brain."
Fang downs the rest of the Jack Daniels. He lets the warmth of the alcohol wash over him. He sets the glass down and looks back at the camera.
"This isn't play time, Jack" Fang snarls again "This isn't a place to find yourself a cuddle buddy. This is a place where men of all persuasions fight to be the very best there is. The top of the food chain. I'll watch these movies of yours, to find out the most important thing I can about you, Jack. These will show me whether you're a top or a bottom. I already think I know which one you'll end up being, because I'm Jonathan Porter, the man they call Fang and I ALWAYS COME OUT ON TOP, JACK. I am The SPIRIT OF THE WOLF, Jack. Meanwhile you'll end up as nothing but a timid little rabbit, and I WILL DEVOUR YOU. So prepare thyself for Ragnarok, Jack. The Hunter is here and HUNTING SEASON IS OPEN."
The Scene fade as Derrick gets back to Jonathan about everything he asked for. The True Immortal of Pro Wrestling grins and he opens another bottle of Jack from the mini bar.
(Fade out.)
(Twenty years ago)
A beautiful redhead is getting all dressed in a black and red corset. She's wearing black stillettos and fishnet stockings. She looks back and her emerald green eyes catch the light.
"Baby" She says "Could you tighten me up back there?"
Jonathan smiles at the woman. He walks over and begins to pull the laces tight. When he ties them off the woman turns and kisses him.
"We're going to knock em dead tonight," She says "You've been trainning for two years for this moment. Your debuit in a major federation. You can be the best Jonathan, and we can live this life together."
"Thanks, Cassie" Jon says "I'm glad you wanted to go to the ring with me and help. It really takes the nerves away."
"You're my husband," Cassie says "We do things together..."
That night was Fang's creation. His big debut in Global Championship Wrestling. He did good, but he didn't win. He held his own but he made one mistake. He lost his debut match because he wasn't focused enough. He'd earn accolades in the GCW, he'd be a two time Television Champion but in the end the place would close down, and Cassie?
(Back in the present)
"That was a crock of shit wasn't it, Cassie" Fang mutters. "We didn't last all that long. I guess people just fall out of love, or they see money and followl it."
Jonathan thinks about how Cassie just up and left him one day for the owner of the fed. They took off with the gate reciepts of the final show. He never saw her again. By this time the man who would become the Wolf God didn't care. He was too busy dealing with his own demons.
(Fifteen years ago)
>BANG< >BANG< >BANG<
"JONATHAN," A man's voice calls out from behind a locked door. "JONATHAN ARE YOU AWAKE. Fuck, Vic, break the door down."
A Big burly black man comes crashing through the door. Wood splintering and flying everywhere. An older gentlemen comes rusing in behind him. He runs over to where Jonathan Porter lays face down in a puddle of his own vomit, a tipped over bottle of Jack Daniels staining the white rug.
"Victor," The older man says "Call nine-one-one. Shit what was he thinking?"
Vic grabs the landline and dials the number. The older man pulls Jonathan to his knees. He checks to make sure his friend is still breathing. Fortunately he is, he's just so out of it he's almost comatose. Vic gets off the phone and walks into the bathroom. He brings out a towel and hands it to the old man.
"Here, Bill," Vic says "Get him cleaned up EMS is on it's way."
Vic picks up and empty bottle of percosets off the table next to the couch. He shakes his head.
"He must of been thinking about her again," Vic says "Damn Cassandra. Why'd she have to break him like that."
"She was always selfish," Bill said "Even back when she was a student at the school. She wanted into the business so bad. I really thought Jon had changed her, but I guess nothing could. Now he's the one changed."
Vic pulls out his cell phone. He dials a number and it connects.
"Brenda," Vic says "I need you to come give me a hand. Yeah, bring the girls, you're going to be helping me for a little while. Nah, my boss' son needs a bit of attending to. He's in a bad way right now. Yeah I know, I'll make the arrangements so get packed. Thanks, Sis."
(Present)
Jon's eyes are closed as he continues to think about the things that brought him here. He continues to relive the painful memories that made him who he is. Life's journey has never been easy. It's always been an uphill battle, but he's found some success. He's found some happiness. He even found a brother he never thought he had. He opens his eyes and looks out at the ocean. The colors of the sunrise setting the water on fire. A slender dark-skinned hand touches his shoulder. He looks up at the beauty standing behind him.
"It's been a long road." Fang says "Glad you could make it to the show, Brenda"
"Baby," Brenda says "I may have to take care of our empire, but I'd never miss an important match of yours. We traveled that road together for years. I'll always be there when it means the most. I'll always be by your side when you need me the most. Gerritt called me and told me about his decision. Looks like you can put your full focus on UCI."
"Yeah," Fang shakes his head "He finally succumbed to the pressures being put on him by the commission. Looks like the law claimed another place. He wanted to hold out as long as he could, but he's not made of money, and his health isn't what it used to be."
"Neither is yours," Brenda replies as the morning sun hits her brown skin. As the sun brings more and more light to the beach, the woman standing behind Jonathan get's more and more beautiful. Thin waist, nice hips, well endowed where it counts, and a face that would make a man do anything she asked. She smiles at her husband "I don't mind you doing this, but remember there are parts of you that are more important to me than any championship belt"
"Now come on," Jonathan says "You've never loved me for my rugged good looks."
"Stop," Brenda smiles "I love you because you've always treated me like a Queen. Even when I've been a bitch."
"You saved me," Jonathan says with a smile. His mind drifts back into thought.
(Fifteen Years Ago)
Jonathan is laying on a bed shaking. His arms and legs are strapped down. Vic and Brenda Gillot are in the room. Brenda is looking at her brother in disbelief.
"Vic," Brenda says "What are you doing. We just can't keep him tied down here. He'll hurt himself."
"We have to keep him from using," Vic says sternly "It's just for a couple of days. Just until we get him through the withdrawl. It's either this, or we find him drowning in his own sick again. He needs help, Brenda. He's broken inside. He's not the guy I knew growing up. I was told to do whatever I can to help him. The Porters don't want to bury him. I need you to take care of him."
"Fine," Brenda says "But we loosen the restraints. I don't want him popping a shoulder out of place."
A few days go by, Jonathan doesn't even know where he is, and only he knows what's going on in his head. He keeps babbling Cassandra's name in his fever dreams. Brenda wipes the sweat off his brow, she gets in really close. She notices how handsome the man is. His eyes pop open and meet hers.
"W-who are you," Jon says "W-where am I?"
"I'm Vic's sister," Brenda says "My name is Brenda Gillot. You're home, at your parents house in Long Pond. You tried to kill yourself."
"Oh," Jon's expression changes from fear to depression "I did, didn't I."
"She's not worth it," Brenda smiles "The woman who did this to you. She had someone who would do anything for her and she tossed him away. Don't waste your time hurting yourself over her."
"It's kinda hard, " Jon says "She was my world."
"No she wasn't" Brenda says as she squeezes out the washcloth and mops more sweat off Jon's forehead "Wrestling is your world and you've allowed her to keep you from it. My brother always talked about how you trained so hard to become a professional wrestler. How you lived for it. Don't let one bad experience kill your dreams."
"But I'm not that good," Jon replies "I can't do the things some of these guys can do."
"Do what you can." Brenda urges "You have talent. You have charisma. You know how to talk. Find yourself and use that. Be who you are in real life. Don't try to be something you're not."
"But I'm not a nice guy," Jon looks away "I'm an asshole who thinks about himself and doesn't think about anything else but what's going to get me what I want."
"Then be that." Brenda grins "Be that strong man who takes what he wants. Sure it may take you time to find your feet, but you'll find them. I've seen the tapes of you in the ring. You've got talent. You just need to hone it. You just need to find that part of you that brings out the best of you."
(Present)
[That part that brings out the best of me. Who'd have thought I'd find it in the eyes of a woman who was taking care of me only because her brother asked. Now that woman is a faiithful wife and the woman who runs my company when I'm off playing wrestler. I didn't deserve her. I'm glad I have her. She's the real reason I became a legend. I do what I do because she's had my back for over fifteen years. ]
Fang stands up and takes his wife's hand. The begin to walk down the beach. He looks into her deep brown eyes. Everytime he started over she was there. When they had to put in his new knee, she was there. When he went back to become the UNIVERSAL Champion for the first time, She was there. Last night in the crowd at his first UCI show, She was there. The anchor, the supporter, his biggest fan, Brenda Gillot Porter. Her pride in him is what keeps him going. Her pride allows him to be the cocky, arrogant, full of himself wrestler who calls himself the best in the business today. He lucked out.
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Fang: (Voice Over) What does it take to be a man. It's more than a line in a song by Boston. Being a man is more than being hard. More than being tough. More than swilling beer and making fart jokes. Men have to have hardened exteriors, and be able to remove themselves from their feelings. In the end though they are still only human. We lose to our emotions. We do things to protect the people we care about. Hell even I've done things I didn't want to do to protect the people I care for.
I don't much understand human emotion. I've been told I'm not very empathetic to those around me. I try to see things there way, but so much has been heaped on me in my life that it's hard to see past what I want for myself. What I need for my self. It goes back to everyone having their own demons. Mine are alcohol and pain killers. I was sent down that path when I was betrayed by a woman I thought loved me. Maybe she did for a time. Maybe she cared. I don't know, and time actually does heal a lot of wounds. The one left in my heart has long ago scarred over. I don't really think about that life much anymore. I continue with the one I built. The one I have in front of me. The Global Empire that is Porter Industries and the woman who helps me maintain it.
She was also there for when my career took off. She helped plot and scheme when I rode up the road with Fans Execution and VIndication. She was there to bring me back to reality when I lost myself in the power I recieved from Fenrir. She's been my beacon of hope and my pillar of strength, and yeah there have been times she's been my greatest weakness. The one thing that could stop me from doing what I needed to do. It's all been worth it though. The look on her face when I reach each new accomplishment. The smile and warmth in her eyes when I share each milestone with her. Nothing compare to the feeling of knowing that no matter who turns against me, I'll always have my biggest fan. My wife, Brenda.
Sure the road may have been long and hard. The path rocky, and full of compromises. I may have held myself back and not shown my true power because I wanted my brother to succeed. He's had his time. He's had his moments. Everything now is my own, and I share that with only one person. The woman I love.
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A well tanned blonde man in a grey business suit is standing at the airport holding a sign that simply reads "Fang" in big bold letters. The Wolf God sees the man and begins to walk towards him. He's travelling alone, a single carry-on being dragged behind him.
"Mr. Porter" the blonde man says "I'm Derrick, your wife assigned me to be your assistant while you're here for your match this week. She's sorry she couldn't be here to greet you but there's a problem in Singapore and she had to go deal with it."
"No problem, Derrick." Fang says "So I'm sure Mrs. Porter brought you up to speed, and I'm also sure you got me the information I need to look at about my next opponent."
"Yes sir," Derrick says. He pulls an envelope from inside his jacket. Fang takes it and opens it up. He pulls some DVD's from the envelope and looks at the covers.
"Porn?" He asks Derrick. "This is relevent how?"
"The man on the cover," The assistant replies "He's your next opponent. Seems he got his start in the gay porn industry..."
"Just call it the porn industry," Fang says "It's all the same thing. Hmm, well it's not the first time I've fought and aspiring adult entertainment actor who's trying to break out into something bigger. This is the name he's wrestling under? Sounds sort of like a villian from an Austin Powers film."
Derrick stiffles a laugh. Fang just shakes his head. Fang then puts the DVD's back into the envelope and the two men walk through the airport to the waiting limo. The two men get in and the doors close.
"Derrick," Jonathan looks at the young man "I want you to look for some local gyms that I can use this week. Find out what the going rates are. Get me some local talent. I want sparring partners and practice matches lined up. I realize that this isn't the Asylum and there are a lot of capable opponents out there. I'm going to need to step up my game. Money is not object. I need to be ready to conquer this place."
"Yes, Mr Porter," Derrick says writing all this down into his notes.
The car pulls off and heads down the road away from the airport. Derrick begins to get to work pulling out his tablet. Meanwhile the Man in Black turns his thoughts to the UCI fans and his opponent.
"Phase one," Fang says "Is complete. I got my foot in the door and beat my first opponent. It's been a long time since I felt the thrill of winning my first match in a federation. It's been a long time since I had to pull out the Fatal Shot from pretty much out of nowhere to take a man down. Don't get me wrong. That match would have lasted much longer if I hadn't caught Night Wolf's one fatal mistake. I did catch it though and it was all I needed to take him down and get the pinfall. Better luck when we next meet my friend.
This week I battle another newcomer. A man with a sordid past. A man who's used his body to get where he wanted to get in life. Jack "The Crack" Schlongson. You know I really don't care what you did in your past, Jack. I don't care if you stared in a hundred films taking it up the ass. What you did to get where you are now, well it's what you had to do isn't it. You took the talent that you had, and ran with it. You saved your money and followed your dreams to get to the top of the business. You took that reputation, one I'm sure was know for how HARD you worked and you applied it to a new vocation. Nobody can fault you for that."
Fang opens up the mini bar in the Limo and a small bottle of Jack Daniels is there. He opens it and pulls crystal rocks glass from another cabinet. He puts some ice in and empties the small bottle into the glass. He raises it up to take a sip.
"Hell," Fang smiles "You may even be proud of your career. I'll make sure to send these movies to my wife and she can tell me if you're any good at what you did. She kinda has a soft spot for that kinda thing."
The True Immortal sets the drink down in front of him and leans in. A big sneer fills his face as he looks straight ahead.
"Meanwhile," Fang snarls "I've been honing my craft inside that ring for over twenty years. I've done it all and seen it all and I've left plenty of my own bodily fluids on the canvas. I've had the shit beat out of me. I've been left hanging in the ropes. I even had my leg wrapped up in a figure four while pressed against the steel of the ring post. I already know what kind of a sadistic lover this sport can be. I'm sure you had a taste of her already, Jack. I'm sure you've felt the cold touch of her rough hand. This sport isn't a kind mistress, she's an evil, vicious, wretched whore of a dominatrix who'll take everything you have and leave you spent and broken by the end of the day.
Now I know that I'm sorta coloring this idea of this sport with what I'm attracted to, but you get the idea. None of us are going to every satisfy this bitch's need for our blood and sweat. We're never going to make it happy. At the end of our careers we're just going to be heaps of spent flesh writhing around on the ground wondering what we did with our lives. I don't want you to ruin that body of yours, Jack. It seems you can make a far better living showing off your physique on the screen while letting other muscular men do what they want with you. Hell you may even stay pretty a whole hell of a lot longer in that business. I know that when you step in that ring with me this week you're most assuredly going to suffer some new scars and bruises. I tend to play rough with my toys.
A big grin fills Fang's face. He reaches down and grabs his drink again. He takes another long sip at it.
"I don't mind destroying pretty things, Jack" Fang's smile turns back into a sneer. "In fact it's a hobby of mine. I've left many an opponent with a rearranged face, or some teeth missing. This is a fight that you're really going to have to put some effort in to win. This is a fight that you'll need to bring more than your A game for. This is a fight against a man who has nothing to lose and everything to prove. YOU see very recently this place became my new home. It wasn't through my own decision, although I did come here to play for a while. So now I'm more motivated than ever to etch out my place. I need to carve out my spot, and if in the process of doing so I carve off a few pounds of skin off your hide, so be it. I'm not one to mince words here, Jack. I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not here to make friends and I'm not going to ask anyone here to like me. At the end of the day though, you will respect me.
This week I have to prove that I'm just not a one pump chump. That I have the staying power to satisfy. That I can and will be the measuring stick that the new talent on this roster will have to perform as well or better than. I'm not going to just lay back and let you do all the work. I'm going to show you what a truly dominant performer looks like. You're going to come into that ring with a plan. You should abandon all hope of that plan going the way you're expecting. That ring belongs to me. It's a part of who I am. It is my whole way of life. Some half serious bit player isn't going to come into it and steal MY SPOTLIGHT.
You see, Jack, this was the life I was always meant for. The modern day Gladitorial battles. The spilling of blood, getting that taste of copper in your mouth and not knowing whether it's yours or your opponents. The rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins as you feel that pump of your heart. The rush that's better than any drug out there as the crowd reacts to every single thing you do. There's no way you can comprehend how it feels to a veteran of the sport like myself. You wouldn't understand how it can pull you back time and time again. How it can make you crave the pain and the noise. You can't understand it because you didn't come from it. You didn't start with it. You don't have that passion in you.. For you this is just another stepping stone on your career, and a way that you can get your hands around the bodies of muscular men to get your jollies off. You don't come off a serious to me, just another Porn star who thinks he can do anything because his ego is bigger than his brain."
Fang downs the rest of the Jack Daniels. He lets the warmth of the alcohol wash over him. He sets the glass down and looks back at the camera.
"This isn't play time, Jack" Fang snarls again "This isn't a place to find yourself a cuddle buddy. This is a place where men of all persuasions fight to be the very best there is. The top of the food chain. I'll watch these movies of yours, to find out the most important thing I can about you, Jack. These will show me whether you're a top or a bottom. I already think I know which one you'll end up being, because I'm Jonathan Porter, the man they call Fang and I ALWAYS COME OUT ON TOP, JACK. I am The SPIRIT OF THE WOLF, Jack. Meanwhile you'll end up as nothing but a timid little rabbit, and I WILL DEVOUR YOU. So prepare thyself for Ragnarok, Jack. The Hunter is here and HUNTING SEASON IS OPEN."
The Scene fade as Derrick gets back to Jonathan about everything he asked for. The True Immortal of Pro Wrestling grins and he opens another bottle of Jack from the mini bar.
(Fade out.)
