Post by enforcer on Sept 16, 2020 12:30:00 GMT -5
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::Enforcer is sitting in a dark room. He has black sunglasses on and wearing a black on black three piece Armani Suit.::Enforcer:I’m a horrible person. I’ve taken on a life that requires it. I’ve hurt people and each time I do in that moment a small part of me dies that is among the wreckage I have left in my wake. When I was young I romanticized the life of an outlaw…..Bad Guys. That was a long time ago. Since my younger days I have seen what being an outlaw truly means. What it means deep down in one’s heart because to truly be an outlaw you have to have the will deep down inside to do what your opposition won’t do. But we have all seen it! Sadly we have seen it over and over again of those posers who want to say how big and bad they are but truly don’t have what it takes to truly be an outlaw. People like Christian Rivers who likes to show the world the crimes he commits. Like he is playing a game of Grand Theft Auto stealing cars and beating up hookers. I’ll leave such things to the weak minded sycophants who truly don't have what it takes to actually be an outlaw. That true will to do what others can’t or even won’t do. That will deep down inside them that only comes with having demons in their mind, body, and soul.
::Enforcer puts a cigar to his mouth and takes a puff of his cigar as he hears a chuckle.::
Enforcer:I take it you doubt me? That is fine if you do that you do because there are very few people that see the unwashed masses for what we really are. Yes, I am including myself in that because I am guilty of such things too. Those things being the seven deadly sins. Which I freely confess to violate those seven deadly sins multiple times a day because at a very young age I accepted my flaws and would indulge in my vices. It wasn’t until my daughter, Isabella, was born and I held her in my arms after her mother died shortly after childbirth that I understood that I needed to pump on the breaks of allowing those vices to have full control over my life. It wasn’t until Justice came into the picture and she gave birth to our son, Ian, that I knew I had to stop those vices that would destroy the few around me that I came to care about over the years. Because I didn’t grow up living the same nightmare I did as a child. Which they have not!
::Enforcer smirks as he sits back in the chair he is sitting in.::
Enforcer:I can tell by the look on your face you are wondering what the fuck does this have to do with anything. What does this have to do with you? What does it have to do with Stairway 2 Heaven? What does this have to do with Maddox, Dread, or whatever he is calling himself now and trying to convince the cretinous humanoids? Quite simply, my friend, it has everything to do with all of those damn things. While I have known the majority of the people on the OPW roster for the better part of two decades if not just a little longer going back to my rookie year in this business back in nineteen ninety seven. My opponent and I on the other hand have only worked with each other for a couple years despite the fact he used to be married to my wife’s sister and the fact he fathered two children with my sister in law, Madison. Up until recently Mikey and I ran up and down these roads all while logging millions of miles together going all over the world wrestling together. In those couple years of traveling all over the world I actually got to see the man who fancies himself as a ladies man. He would let his guard down with me. I have come to realize I was witnessing the inner workings of a very, very insecure man. A man who had to have his hand in everything because he didn’t want to be left out of anything. The man who over extended himself so much his workaholic spirit turned out to be a detainment to himself. Which was disappointing to see on one hand because I know how good of a talent inside the square circle he actually is but it all goes back to having that voice in the back of your head saying that you aren’t good enough. So, what did good ol Mikey do? He over compensated. He was investing financially into wrestling companies that clearly had no business being open in the first place much less given a second look by anyone with any kind of talent. Then those untalented minions became his crew of glandhanding, nonsensical, douchebag, yes man. God forbid, you try to be real with Mikey and tell him something that his anus cleaners are too much of a pussy to say in his company he would become a sensitive little bitch and brush it off with a simple, “Nah!” Which is cool if you want to have that kind of mindframe that would lead to your downfall but don’t expect me to ride your coattails to your crash landing.
::Enforcer takes another puff of his cigar.::
Enforcer:Unlike the mooncalves in Insurgence and those actually doing a God awful thing like support those belligerent recalcitrants I have seen the true lay of the land for a while now. Unlike most though I saw these happenings from the inside. I saw what was happening behind the curtain that the supposed all might Oz. I saw him insist on being the leader of Insurgence. He literally came to me and the others in the group politicking for it. All of which was indifferent to me because being the leader of any group doesn’t equate to victories in the ring and at the end of the day that all that matters to me.Because more wins, means more championship, which means more and more money. Anyone who has followed my career at all knows that when I am doing business it is all about the championships and money for me. Because whoever has the most of those must be pretty damn successful. I have always known that my greed is my burden, my cross to carry. Like I stated earlier I have always accepted my flaws and have always been the first one to own my greed. Unlike you, Mikey, you try to show the world some benevolent leader who will do anything and everything for his people. In reality though, you only do something if there is something in it for you. It is why everyone and I mean everyone thinks you are an unreliable joke that they may say nice things to your face but mock you behind your pathetic back. Which makes me wonder how you even think you are going to beat me?
::Enforcer leans over and sets his cigar in an ashtray.::
Enforcer:Before anyone else could tell I could tell that you checked out of OPW despite when you, Nevra, and I became World Tag Team champions. Then when Necra and Jen brought in the weird ass Russian doctor, Rene whatever her name is, to perform this weird ass procedure. I figured you can do whatever you felt needed to be done because dammit we were champions and I want to keep the Tag Team championships for as long as fucking possible. Then out of nowhere I got an OPW Prestige Heavyweight champion and as luck would have it on that day things went my way which made me the new OPW Prestige Champion. Then the thought started to creep into my mind that I got my own thing. I don’t have to depend on the almighty man of a thousand personalities, Mikey Dredd Maddox. I don’t have to depend on the very formabidle “Greek Goddess” Necra Octavian Kane. I don’t have to depend on the “Dark Mistress” Jennifer Enigma or on their cooky ass doctor. Mikey can go have sex dreams about the each of them on his own because this is just a damm business to me. This is about making money. I have enough friends so show me the damn money!!! Which is exactly what the Syndicate did. They backed up the brinks truck to me and I got to take whatever the fuck I wanted. The world is in the palm of my hand! These are people in the Syndicate that I have been up and down the road with for fifteen to twenty years. Going back to mVw, CWF, WF’nW, and xWa. I realized years ago that to be in the mix with the Syndicate that you can print your own money because an endless amount of money would be coming my way and guess what? It does and is. And I had to sit back and chuckle to myself last week when after I destroyed you and Necra, Mikey only eluded to me but wasn’t man enough to actually say my name. Which is fine if that is how you want to play it, Mikey, but rest assured at Stairway 2 Heaven we have thirty minutes to let this whole thing between us play out and I will make you say my name,bitch!!!
::Enforcer pauses and smirks as he rubs his chin as though he is thinking.::
Enforcer:I always found it bizarre that even though people were in the same faction that you liked to face them inside the squared circle. While I thought it was fucking weird it didn’t occur to me at the time but you like to face those in your faction so that they can remain under your thumb. You not only want but need that feeling of having the power. You need the power in the same vein as Jim Jones, Charles Manson, and David Koresh needed power. It all fits together, Mikey. Your need for power, having yes men around you at all times, as well as having multiple wifes all while you try to pass yourself off as some sort of ladies man. It’s pathetic is what it is. Someone needed to say it,Mikey, and it’s clear that your moronic sheep don’t have the testicular fortitude to do so. Which leaves it on me to say so. When we step into the ring at Stairway 2 Heaven, Mikey, all cold dish of reality will slap you across your pathetic face. I’ll retain MY Prestige championship and proceed with my life. While you go back to Florida and sell sandwiches on the side of the road.
::With a big smile on his face Enforcer relaxes in the chair he is sitting in.::
Enforcer:All Insurgence was, was a few human beings in a mob following their so called leader but what is a mob to a king? What is a King to a God? So, how could you even think you are truly leading, Necra? While, Mikey, asks himself that, Necra you should be wondering to yourself what is a God to a non believer? So, who truly has the power in Insurgence? The answer is and always be me because I got out of there before you fools blow it up. I can see what is going to happen. Each of you will cancel each other out and for anyone that so happens to survive your upcoming civil war you’ll only wake up to wreckage that each of you left in your wake. But it won’t affect me because I got off the tracks before the Insurgence blows up. I’ll be damned if I am going to get caught up in that bullshit! While the Syndicate reigns on not only over all of OPW but the entire wrestling business because that is what we do.
::The lights in the room start to come on as Enforcer looks directly at the camera.::
Enforcer:Adrian Black, Xavier Wolf, Christian Rivers, Le’Andra Fury, our phenomenal World Champion Anika Swan, our beautiful Southern Heavyweight champion Blair Buchanan Stylez! Nobody is fucking with our clique!
::As all the lights in the room come on you can see that Enforcer is in an empty New Orleans Superdome Skybox with his back to the field. Enforcer looks to his right.::
Enforcer:Isn’t that right, Johnny boy?
::Camera pans over to see Johnny Stylez standing there.::
Johnny Stylez:Damn phucken right!!!
::The camera fades to black.::