Post by lajohnnystylez on Jan 12, 2021 1:02:52 GMT -5
2:47 a.m.
New Orleans, Louisiana
@ OUTLAWZ on Bourbon Street
Scene opens inside of the now WORLD FAMOUS OUTLAWZ strip club owned and operated by LA Johnny Stylez, and also serves as the main headquaters and main front office of Outlaw Pro Wrestling, and coincidentally is the exact location where Monday's live SyNDiCaTe pay per view DRUGZ, SeX, and RoCK ~n~ RoLL is set to take place. The shot is an establishing shot of the large elaborate RED LED OUTLAWZ sign on the front of the building.
Scene then suddenly switches inside the luxurious establishment and we are focused on what the sign on the door in front of us indicates as the Women's restroom. The door itself has been painted a shiny shade of black and all over the door are random messages written by the various BRAZZER girls Johnny has brought in to preform at his club to make sure his club remains the most talked about and most visited strip club that as ever existed in The French Quater.
The camera does a close up shot of one of the signatures in particular that was written with a purple paint pen. As we get close enough we can clearly see that it was written by infamous BRAZZER GIRL and now insanely popular OPW backstage interviewer Madison Ivy. The camera pans until we are able to read Madison's message that says...
"HERE AT OUTLAWZ THERE IS ALSO NO SEX IN THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM...THEREFORE IF YOU'RE GUNNA FUCK BE A MAN AND DO IT IN THE LADIES ROOM!!!...KiSSeS MaDiSON IVY!!! OPW4LyFe
It is then we suddenlky hear the loud unmistakeable sound of moaning from pleasure andthe sound of skin slapping skin. The moans grow seemingly louder and louder and louder until whomever the female is on the otherside of the door comes out on the other end of what had to be a RAGING CLIMAX. After a few moments the loud piercing sounds are replaced by sweet and slightly eerie silence, until we hear the sound of a toilet flushing and then a sink faucet running. Not a few moments later the door swiftly swings open and we catch a glimpse of OPW PORN-N-PRORASSLIN Champion Madison Ivy leaning against the mirror above the sink with her legs spread and panties around her ankles. Then suddenly a large dark figure emerges from the otherside of the WOMEN'S RESTROOM DOOR. The camera has a difficult time trying to catchb a glimpse of the man's face. It isn't until a few more moments that we see the man in question is apparently The Member of The Riggs Family that no one remembers or even knows exist. The Outlaw Nation knows him by the same name his mother does...Ladies and Gentlemen this is JASON RIGGS!
Jason Riggs along side his niece are set to challenge FoCuS members Paul Montouri and Cameron Vincent for the OPW Immortal World Tag Team Titles and will also be forced to contend with The CuRe members Apathy and Scotty Adams live on pay per view tomorrow night. But as the camera focuses on Jason Riggs we can tell somethin aint quite right...And it's not just the HUGE F'N SHINER he has over his right eye. Or the dried up blood underneath his left nostril and around his lips. It's the fact that clearly he has been through quite the physical ordeal but some how doesn't seem to feel any of it or give a flying fuck. It isn't until he stumbles over to the bar where he had clearly been sitting at prior to his trip to the little girls room.
As he practically falls onto his bar stool his hand reaches for a pack of Camel Krushes and the neon orange crack lighter. He pops the cigarette in his mouth and fires up the lighter and allows the flame to gnetly dance across the tip of his cigarette. Smoke then fills the air as he takes his first drag and quickly exhales the smoke. He then reaches across the table and grabs one of four shot glasses and throws it back. We then see Jason pick up an almost empty bottle of ANGRY ORCHID hard cider and takes a swig to chase the shot. He lightly presses the cigarette against the glass ash trey as he looks over and sees the camera there. He looks around and then a troubled look comes over his face, as he puts the cigarette in his mouth and motions for the camera to come closer. Once its close enough Jason begins to speak and explain just what in the FUCK is goinz on!!!
But as he speaks slowly but surely the scene with Jason on the bar stool slowly fades away and we find ourselves abruptly rewinding through the entire evening until we get back to the point where it all started. It picks up with Jason Riggs getting on his black Harley Davidson motorcycle with neon white lighting streaks runnin down the sides of the bike. As Jason speaks and tells the story we see shots of it all actually taking place only it seems slightly fast forwarded and Jason does the voices for all the people in the scene. He does a big burly deep voice for his older brother Damon that makes Damon sound like an angry Mufasa...He does a high pitched voice that when you really listen to it isn't exactly thatr far off from the way ARP actually sounds its actually quite freakish to be honest. And for some odd reason he gives Madison Ivy this accent that sounds like she is from Brooklyn that makes absolutely no sense at all because Madison was born and raised in California. And we dont ever find out why he did it..He just kinda did. But the images and story Jason tells is his drunken recollection of the events that took placer eariler in the evening so whether or not it acutally went down this exact way is uhhh kinda hersay...But it seems logical enough so we'll BiTe!
Jason Riggs: Look I don't know exactly how in the hell you guys made it here so quickly, but uhh...Hmm how do I put this...You guys are kinda early...and by kinda I mean like SUPER FUCKIN EARLY...Like almost 8 hours too early! Unless you are blind as a bat or a woman who has consensual sex with Paul Montouri then you can clearly see that it's been quite the evening to say the least, not only do I look like I was the 3rd car in the 6 car pile up, but obviously I am having a drink of 7...Or wait....8...Ive had 8 now! But don't worry! It's not what it looks like! Whoops there I go with that shit again....That exact sentence got me punched right in the mouth eariler!...Ok so maybe it got a lil heated for like an hour, but after that cooler heads prevailed and they finally let me explain myself...We all hugged it out like BROs...And I feel like we are all united more than ever goin into this pay per view tomorrow night! That and well A few seconds ago I just got laid for the first time since I joined OPW! So ya know GO ME!
Look I totally understand a lot of this just sounds like a bunch of random sentences since yall don't know what in the hell went down exactly...So look like I said I don't know how in the hell you all made it here, but seems to me like you mutha lovers need to figure out a way to REWIND or whatever the cool kids are doin these days! Because look I won't spoil anything else other than everything I already have, but I will tell you this. I know it may not look like it, but today was actually one of the most enlightening days of my entire life. I was making the ride from Houston to here on my Harley and I heard what PMONT had to say...And it's the same shit he has been sayin about me.
It's the same shit they all say about me. You know the whole...He didn't main event a million bagillion shows like his older brother...He hasn't held a million different titles like his older brother....He doesn't still listen to Ja Rule like his older brother...So he doesn't deserve to use the Riggs name, because no one even knows he is a Riggs bla bla you get the picture...And full disclosure that shit used to fuck me up bad. Because I believed them when they would say that shit! And a lot of it was because I was jealous of Damon...He made it seem so effortless but he busted his ass for every...Well most of the accolades and accomplishments he accumulated over the course of his career...And I was young and wanted success to just come and happen for me the way I thought it did for him...That's how I saw shit that is what I believed...Pretty pathetic huh? So I pull into New Orleans, get to the French Quater, get checked in at the hotel...
Meanwhile all in my own head ready to throw myself the biggest got damn pitty party Bourbon Street had ever freakin seen..Which I'd hazard a guess that is quite a bold statement...But anyway I was gunna try at least. So I left my phone in my room because I still had like five or six of my French Quater Dealer's numbers in my phone and if I was gunna go down and get shitty ass drunk at least I was gunna make it difficult on myself if I was gunna totally wreck my sobriety. But then the craziest thing happened. I went down to the bar...I went straight to Outlaws because Madison told me she was working the weekened with the pay per view in town her and Mason make a KILLING dancing at the club...So I went in and I orderd a drink. And then another...and then another...And right when I was about to order another suddenly I heard Damon's voice come out of no where....
I Look up at the TV and it was a got damn commercial for Drugs Sex and RoCK~N~RoLL...And then suddenly out of no where something clicked in my brain and I reached a realization I had been struggling for years to reach. And then suddenly out of freakin no where seemingly a huge piece of my life's puzzle falls out of my mind and into my gut and the buzz I was starting to generate vanished...I felt alive...I felt motivated...I had purpose...SO I ask Madison to borrow her phone and I text Allie and Damon to meet me at the bar as quickly as they could...So about thirty minutes later I was sitting at this exact fuckin bar stool when Damon showed up. I forgot I didn't explain much to them I just told them to come quickly because it was important...SO Damon walks into the bar sees me sitting at the bar drinking and smoking cigarettes and well
...See WHaT HaD HaPPeNeD WAS!!!
!!!!BOOM!!!!
Damon Riggs With A WILD PASSIONATE HAYMAKER THAT HITS ME SO I HARD I FLY OFF MY BAR STOOL AND INTO ANOTHER ONE TWO STOOLS OVER!!!
I did everything I could to get Damon to calm down, but he was too busy keeping a promise he made himself and me the day he brought me my OPW contract to that treatment center in Prescott Arizona offically allowing me back on the team for the first time in almost 12 years!
I franticly attempt to get my older brother to calm the fuck down, but he aint trying to hear NONE of that shit. Instead with tears in his eyes he kicks the bar stool I landed in out from under me and then stands on top of me and slams his fist into my face over and over and over again. Allie is standing I guess behind him balling her eyes out lets her Father get a few good shots in before she puts a stop to it. They are both so beyond fucking pissed and had every damn right to be. This isn't the first second or even third time this has happened. They have heard every excuse in the got damn book. Some of them were so good they even surprised me...And some of them were so fucking just unbelievably horrible and stupid that sometimes when my mind takes a wrong turn down Memory Ln, I still get humiliated. But eventually when things calmed down and they listened to what I was saying and saw that some of the shit didn't add up as I desperately tried to plead my case and explain to both of them that while this looks like every other time...This is the one time we...or at least I have been waiting for my entire life!
When they suddenly realized that I had left my phone in the hotel room...And actually called both of them to come meet me so they could see for themselves they then began to consider they have have acted a bit rash, but to be honest for all the times Damon probably wanted to throw me that beatdown and didn't I guess I let it go because in some fucked up kinda way I guess I had it comin. But that's not important...What's important is that finally after the family spent an actual fortune, not to mention countless hours, emotions, sleepless nights, stressful mornings, empty and broken promises, lies pissed on second chances, therapists, wasted time, breathe, and opportunity. I don't know why it happened here or now but it couldn't have come at a more cruicial or important moment of my life.
Because today as I started out on the easy path to self destruction as I had done a million times before this...When I saw Damon on that commercialk and I heard him talking about fighting Joe Montouri inside of that WAR Match and beating back FoCuS one more time it made me realize that for years I allowed the PMONTS and the JMONTs, The Stratfords and The Moores, The Galens and The McKNights sit there and literally drive me insane making me feel like an inadequate piece of shit because I wasn't anywhere near as accomplished as Damon. Part of me didn't stop to notice that everything my brother had was shit he paid for in blood, hardwork, dedication, and more times often than not sacrafice. Yet he did it so effortlessly it seemed like it just came ot him...And I believed it was all supposed to be handed it to me, because I was a RIGGS GOT DAMNIT!
But today I learned that if you want the honor the name can bring then we ourselves must bring honor to it. I told Damon that I am not nor will I ever be him...But I am still a got damn Riggs and now I am here in OPW at his side catching his back fully prepared to write my own chapter in the family Legacy book. Ready to carve out my own path...Ready to force any and everyone who stands in opposition to us to respect me and the name as much as they respect him. Now they may never fear me as they do him or hold me in that high of esteem, but from this day forward everyone who stood across the ring from me would know good and got damn well they were standing in the ring with one of this business finest thoroughbred WARRIORS! I bring an entirely different skillset to the table I have many talents and attributes that Damon did not and I am more than ready and prepared to use them. I just think it's fitting that Allie and I will be able to carve out our place in the Riggs Family Legacy by pounding some of the very same faces and laying waste to some of the very same names Damon laid waste to when he was constructing his own two decades ago.
I even got him to laugh a little bit when I told him that it wasn't easy being his brother...I then a few moments later got him to laugh a lot when I told him not to laugh in the first place because it wasn't funny. But we both shared a laugh and Damon stood up and shook my hand. He looked me in my eye and he said that no one is ever going to give us anything. Especially since we were who we were. We were fighting a WAR for our very survival as this time FoCuS returned to see to it that our names were ommitted from the HISTORY books entirely, and that we would all three have to be prepared at all times. Let them underestimate us all they want...In this business there are few gifts greater than the value that comes with being underestimated. After that I even convinced Damon to sit and have one drink with me which he did and then he went on up to his room to finish his mental preperation for one of the biggest matches of his entire life tomorrow as he climbs inside of the WAR CeLL with his arch rival.
Allie on the other hand..I begged to stay just a few moments because we definitely needed to speak with one another about what the future held for us as a team. It became much easier to convince Allie to stay when I informed her that Madison was going to be taking the stage in a few moments, so she bent down and pulled out Damon's debit card from her sock and she went and pulled out five hundred dollar bills tht we some how converted to five hundred one dollar bills and we made it RAIN GEORGE WASHINGTONS on Madison Ivy. After our bit of fun I decided to walk Allie out and on our way out we made a promise to one another that we wouldn't give up this quest until we heard our names announced as the brand new OPW Immortal Tag Team Champions of The World.
We needed to understand that we had the advantage because we weren't just a team...We were molded and made of the shit that that goes beyond the bonds of a team. We were a FAMIY and that cannot be broken. We went into battle strictly for the other. I wanted to win these titles to help her like she wanted to win these titles to help me. At any given moment we woud both be willing to sacrafice whatever we had to to ensure that the other was in position to keep pushing forward and bringing the fight to out enemies door step. Because like it or not we both knew Damon wasn't going to be around much longer. These high profile matches were starting to take a toll, but we knew the old man would never leave unless we could prove to him that we were both strong enough to srand on our own. And a victory here and now would most assuredly let Damon know that his hardwork was not in vein and that he could now leave this business and enjoy the rest that he had come back to prove to himself that he earned! ANd it was time for Allie and I to show why we are not just the premiere team in Outlaw Pro Wrestling, but we were one of the best tag teams in the entire freakin WORLD! And the best way to do that would be to make sure that we send FoCuS back to the locker room empty fucking handed trying to figure out how two people that they had written off as weak and ineffective were able to put together a game plan that left them soundly defeated. This was our moment this was our TIME....It was put up or shut up time...And I was tired of being smacked down. I let them bully and push me around long enough. I have my family at my side and it was time to break the curse known as FoCuS!
So I made Allie promise me to wake me up in the morning early so we could try and sneak in another quick work out so we could work on that new finisher we had been working on for weeks. The time to unveil it was now and it was truly devastating. So the plan was she would bring two drinks...A caramel frappicino if by some miracle I awoke tomorrow without a hang over and if not then a bloody mary to make sure I wasnt puking my cuts up when we made our ring entrances tomorrow night. SO I gave my niece a hug and a kiss on the forehead and sent her on her way. I then turned around went to walk into Outlaws as I heard some fucking punk ass frat boys cat calling Allie...One of them threw some crappy beads at her after she refused to show them her tits so I ran up there and gave one of these kids I think his name was Chad a super wedgey and then hung him from one of the balcony spikes while he cried and pissed on himself. Allie was gracious enough to accept his apology the 9th or 10th time he asked for it because I told him he I wouldntn allow him to get down until she accepted his apology. SO after she accepted it I pulled CHad off the balcony and he his friends and now even tigher whities ran on back to their hotel room. I then went back to find Madison only to find out she had been watching from the bar in OUTLAWS and apparently me standing up for Allie like that got her 10 diff kinds of hot and bothered which explains where we were presently....SO
Madison Ivy kisses Jason Riggs on the cheek as she offers the promise of a quick return so that they can return to Jason's hotel room a few blocks from here where they can finish what they started a little while ago in the WOMEN's restroom, only this time comfort promised to be a perk that was utterly absent from their first sexual escapade a little while ago. She went to walk away but he grabbed her arm just before she was out of reach and Jason used the momentum from Madison Ivy's body stopping unexpectedly as Jason Riggs hand wrapped around her arm and he pulled her back in close and the two share a few flirty kisses as Madison flashes a flirty mischievous smile as Jason Riggs watches in almost amazement as he watched the woman he was going to spend the few fleeting moments of this monumental evening with as the hours turn from late to early. As she eventually disappears behind the corner Jason Riggs looks up after lighting a cigarette.
His eyes then began to shoot around the bar he was sitting at looking for it's tender but they were no
where to be found. Given everything that happened this evening, after the major break through in which the man known as Jason Riggs seemingly finally found his purpose or reached some sort of understanding that has alluded him for practically the entirety of his adult life. This was a time for celebration, especially considering it was nearing three a.m. and he was smack dab in the middle of a city known for it's all nighters. Turn the wrong or right corner in the French Quater on any given night and you can find just about anything...In addition to being able to find people of all sorts of colors, shapes, and sizes out and about celebrating something or other...And for the first time since he can remember Jason Riggs this morning had something to celebrate...Which would probably still pale in comparison to the celebration he and his family and fellow soldiers in arms were sure to throw if they were all able to some how manage to leave The SyNDiCaTe's pay per view, DruG$, SeX, and RoCK~n~RoLL all victorious.
The winds of change were already shooting a cool calming breeze into Jason Riggs face as right here in this moment he felt the way his older BROTHER must have felt every single night when he pulled up to an arena that he himself had jam packed to the rafters. SO he allowed himself to quietly arrogantly smirk as he took a long drag from his cigarette as he lightly touched the tip of the Camel Crush dance across the rim of the glass ash trey. He sat for a few moments as he looked up at the television above the bar and saw a commercial for the tremendous pro wrestling show that was set to take place not 100ft from where he was sitting right now. HE sat as we could see the lights from the screen that was flashing images of some of the marquee match ups on the card, seemingly causing his eyes to illuminate in the dark corner of the bar.
One of the final images Jason Riggs sees as the commercial seemingly comes to an end is one of The OPW Immortal Tag Team Champions of the World Brandon Moore and Paul Montouri standing on the entrance ramp flanking the so called leader of FoCuS "The PRODUCER" Joe Montouri. Jason Riggs scoffs at the image and shakes his head as he found it quite entertaining that unless you knew what you were looking for Jason Riggs was hardy in the commercial. But as he took one final drag from the cigarette and smashed the stunted end into the center of the glass and dropping the butt of the cigarette into a bed of ashes as he pushed the ash trey slightly out of his way but not too far so he couldn't reach over and grab it if need be. Jason Riggs then slightly pokes his head up and looks around to make sure his present situation was what he thought it was.
After carefully surveying the empty bar floor it then became quite clear what the next course of action was as he stood up and walked around to the other side of the bar and began to survey his choices and one thing his rather large warm smile suggested was that he was quite pleased with the selection before him. It then became a matter of preference as his eyes danced from one bottle to the other. He comes to a bottle of GREY GOOSE and KETTLE ONE right next to one another. We can see the mental debate going on in his mind as it is written all over his face. After a few moments he shakes his head and passes on the impressive selection of high end vodkas...If it was a bit earlier then maybe, or perhaps if he knew there was going to be a scrap vodka would have definitely been his first choice, but since what remained of the evening and the early stages of the rapidly approaching morning were to be spent doing the exact opposite of fighting...Unless of course things get a little kinky which this is Madison Ivy we are talking about here, so things could absolutely go there. Still VODKA was not what he was looking for.
He then approaches a bottle of PATRON SILVER placed above all the other tequilas to where it was sort of looking down on all the others. Jason Riggs hand reached out to grab it just out of instinct...But then he quickly jerked it back as it occured to him that he would very much like to recall what he could of this evening and would also like to be able to make his way down to the ring tomorrow night without puking his guts up..Because even though PATRON was so much better than all of it's dirty cousins it still was tequila and well anyone who has ever taken a drink before in their life has at least one tequila story and not a got damn one of them ends happily ever after.
Jason Riggs search continues as he stops and looks at the bottle of Cpt. Morgan with the pirate Captain standing there with his leg up in that stupid dumb ass pose and he shakes his head as he doesn't even have to waste a single moment debating on whether or not RUM was in the running. Jason Riggs thought to himself that he was not a pirate nor a post highschool grad female with daddy issues who would gladly put more than a dent in that bottle of Captain Morgan if it meant that little voice inside of her that demanded that she have some degree of self respect and restraint shut the hell up and let her have some fun, and if she came back to after a black out a few hours later to find the best friend of the guy she actually wants to bang balls deep in her then she would count the evening as a W!...Def not the party Jason Riggs was trying to go to presently.
Jason Riggs didn't spend much time debating or even looking over the catalog of RUMS in the OUTLAW liquor collection...And he even spent less time looking over any of the GINS. There was once upon a time a period in his life where all he drank were gin and tonics, but that was a long ass time ago, and he was definitely not trying to spend a single moment of this evening/early morning reliving a single moment of his life that took place beyond three hundred and sixty five days ago.
What Jason Riggs was in the market for was something as strong as the others. Something with a good strong taste that had some character. He needed a man's drink...And also something that would prevent his ejaculation from being premature. So clearly the choice was WHISKEY...but then there came the subject of which one. Jason Riggs eyes shot up and down the bar to a degree that you'd think he knew what he was looking for. And to be perfectly honest he hadn't the slightest idea what he was looking for...That is until he saw it. On a shelf above the sea of liquor bottles as a large glass container that had a rather large brick of actual honey comb at the bottom center of it as the rest of the bottle was filled up enough to where it slightly covered half of the honey comb. He then looked at the bold white letters etched onto the bottle that read WOODFORD RESERVE.
Jason Riggs eager smile shot from one side of his face to the other as his eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as he turned around looking for a rocks glass. After a few moments of fumbling and bumbling he finally locates a small stack of them in a shelf underneath the liquor bottle display. He then removes the modern looking rox glass, grabs the glass container of Woodford Reserve from off of it's perch and then opened up one of the beer cooler's and removed a single yet oversized ice cube and dropped it in the glass. He then held the glass underneath the glass container containing the honey soaked Bourbon. He lifted the small lever and watched as the sweet sexy brown liquid began to cascade off of the large ice cube and then take the form of the bottom of the glass as Jason Riggs let it pour until he almost hit the half way mark in his glass. He then spots a bottle of JAMESON out of the corner of his eye as he stretches and fully extends his fingers until he wraps enough of them around the neck of the bottle enabling him to lift it. He pulls it over to where he is and then he bends down and grabs three shot glasses. He then turns the bottle of Jameson IRISH Whiskey upside down and watches as each shot glass fills to the top before moving onto the next one. Jason Riggs then walks around to the otherside of the bar and grabs the pack of CAMEL Crush's that Madison Ivy foolishly left there with Jason as she went off to do her checkout so they could leave.
Jason Riggs removes one from the pack and grabs the pack of matches right next to Madison's purse and he removed it from the package and then ran the red phosphorus tip across the side of the box as suddenly the red tip of the match bursts into flames and Jason Riggs lifts the small wooden match up to the tip of his cigarette as he cups his hands and waits until the fire dances across the entire tip of the cigarette and he takes a long soothing drag. He slowly exhales the smoke and glares out into space as if he is either collecting his thoughts or trying to recall where he misplaced them. Either way the strange off putting silence that had come over the part of the bar he was sitting was suddenly broken as Jason Riggs took a sip of his Woodford and then picked up one of the shot glasses and knocked it back. Jason Riggs turns the shot glass upside down and slams it on the top of the bar as he shakes the stiff bite at the end out. Then once he regains his composure he looks at the camera and a mischevious grin has now begun to creep acros his face as he finally begins to speak.
Jason Riggs: "STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, BUT WORDS WILL NEVER HURT ME." You've all heard that expression right? Well while we are all just sitting around lemme ask yall this real quick...Have any of you ever in your entire lives heard a BIGGER CROC OF BULLSHIT? I mean whoever said that was probably the same fricken dummy or at least best friends with the same fuckin idiot who said that "MONEY DOESN'T BUY HAPPINESS." Which don't get me wrong, cause I fuckin get it...I understand why someone once said it and then enough people continued to say it enough times to where it finally became ya know...A "THING" or whatever. Because the truth is fundamentally speaking and morally speaking both of those statements should be true, which is apparently close enough for some people to assume that it is...But the world we live in and the social rules we govern ourselves by openly contradict both of those common phrases. If I'm gettin a little too deep for your assholes this late at night and you need me to make another example so that you can understand the point I'm trying to make here. Both of those statements are by their very nature are just like the existence of the Montouri Brothers...
...On a good day seemingly even their two cents is worth buying into. Until of course a situation suddenly arises where they are forced to stand behind their cause until them and their cause are beaten down into the ground by the brick hands of the TRUTH and they are left lying face down in a pool of their own
BLOOD and BULLSHIT
THE TWO MAIN INGRIDIENTS GOD USES WHEN HE MAKES MONTOURIS!
But ya know what? Even a got damn broken clock is right twice a day...SO in that sense there is something I would like to take a minute to share with both of you Paul and Joe...And hell if they are around the rest of the scum sucking leeches that comprise the roster of FoCuS. Because in this moment I feel compelled to share with all of you something I learned today. Something I discovered that myself and my family have wasted dump truck loads of money, time, and energy have been searching for only to discover that the entire time it was right where most things are that we misplace and then tear the got damn house apart trying to find, which is of course right in front of our faces. For the longest time I felt like something in me was broken, like something about me wasn't right or inadequate, and rather than just deal with these issues I self medicated and did everything I could to either run from or avoid at any and all cost. And sitting here almost a decade and a half later believe me when I tell you the cost was GREAT! Only the realization that I was able to reach just a few hours ago was so profound I believe it may very well be the reason I am not only able to turn around my entire life and finally stand up and claim my ownership of the last name I carry, but also will be the driving force or perhaps even the deciding factor that allows My niece and I to relive you of the OPW Immortal Tag Team Championships...Creating a moment that forces you all to realize one thing. That while I may be The Riggs no one has ever heard of or isn't important enough to remember. But when Allison Riggs Preston and Myself walk down Bourbon Street climb into the ring and force whichever two FoCuS NIMRODS that brought the OPW Tag Team Titles down to the ring to leave Bourbon Street, and the United States of America
EMPTY FRiCKEN HANDED
LIKE CHASE AIGA FELT ON THE PLANE RIDE HOME LAST WEEK
But wait I am jumping ahead of myself a bit. Let me back up, because PMONT and Cam Vincent I am fully prepared to disclose two very important facts to the both of you. SO that when the two of you are finally able to scrape your sorry asses off of the ring canvas and you finally mope your sorry asses back to the FoCuS locker room with your dominion over OPW's Tag Team Division where it belongs in the PAST TENSE, and everyone asks the both of you what happened...If you take advantage of this free knowledge I'm finna drop on ya I give you my word that when the time comes you will be able to answer that question in full detail!
Now the first thing I am going to disclose to you two hyenas is that one thing it took me almost an entire wasted lifetime to realize is that the both of you and anyone else whoever thought or said that Jason Riggs is hardly worth the energy it takes to FoCuS on, because if I'm not worth remembering then no that would make me the exact opposite of my OLDER BROTHER who apparently is so important that his mere existence was enough to motivate or even directly cause a reuniting of a collection of the biggest group of self absorbed assholes to ever exist in this business to come back and give it another try. SO again before I get too far off the beaten path and we miss the point entirely what I'm trying to tell you two mental midgets is that every time you were forced to say anything in regards to me more times often than not the route you took was that I was a far cry from The Riggs Name/Legacy that you all know it to be and expect it from anyone who dares also carry that name. I am not Damon nor have I ever been. He has forgotten more about this business than the three of us will ever know in our entire lifetime! He paved the streets we presently wage war on. He has sold out arenas all over the world, and is responsible for some of the most classic, memorable, and ruthless battles to ever take place in this business. He has dolled out ass beatings that haunt people two decades after they happened. SO to those of you that sought to make sure the world or more specifically ME was aware of the fact that since I hadn't accomplished even a fraction of what my brother has then I wasn't worth remembering or even worth the effort it took to focus on me in any match. And to a certain degree you were absolutey right...
HOWEVER
...*AHEM* HOW-EVERRRRRRRRR
Now this next part is the part I am going to need the two of you to pay as much attention as your tiny attention spans will allow, because while you are right about me not being my brother. The one thing the two of you and everyone else who ever used that lame ass insult to try and get inside my head and force me to doubt my worth as a person and competitor is that while no I am not nor will I ever be DAMON...But I am always have been and always fucking will be a
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WHICH IS VERY...VERY BAD NEWS FOR EVERY FRICKEN ONE OF YA!
Because I am actually ashamed to admit how much power that insult had over me for the longest. It drove me to make mistake piled ontop of mistake, to let down people I love and that love me back because a group of spiteful, hateful, deplorable mouth breathers like the lot of you couldn't accept the fact that my brother built his...OUR LEGACY by beating the breaks off of every single one of you! You hate the fact that just because we happen to have the same last name he does that automatically people would pay more attention and be more interested in what we were doing than they would all of you combined which is why you have all dedicated considerable portions of your careers trying to break him down and destroy him. But Allison and Myself are walking talking living, breathing fighting pieces of hard
EVIDENCE
OF YOUR CONSTANT NEVER CEASING FAILURES!!!
Our bond is of the strongest material that you assholes couldn't break even if you were strong enough. We are FAMILY...And the LEGACY and MEMORY of who and what Damon "Havok" Riggs is and was...And what he meant to this business will live on beyond any memory or mention of any and all of you just as it always ways because of us...And we will be able to carve out our own places in this LEGACY because of the sacrificesand accomplishments he accumulated over the course of one of the single greatest careers anyone in this business has or will ever know! And so go right ahead...Keep saying the same ole tired bullshit PMONT...Cam you too. Sit there and say that just because I was not the megastar my brother was...YET that makes me over look able, because I am giving you a promise that is good as gold...That the moment any of you FoCuS FUCKERS makes the mistake of underestimating me ever again will be the same exact day you become acquainted with REGRET MORE SO THAN YOU EVER HAVE over the span of your entire pathetic bitter existences! SO just incase yall still aint feelin me let me put it to ya like this...You may not know my name. My face may be as much of a mystery to the both of you as is the mans who took both of your virginitys, but one thing I can promise the both of you is that one thing the two of you will remember from the moment it happens until the day your souls leave this planet, and will probably still be remembered and spoken about long even after that will be the sum of all your efforts to thwart or diminish the accomplishments of anyone who carries the last name that epitomizes excellence in this business...But the night that the daughter of the man you despise and the member of the family who you two have spent considerable amounts of time and effort into making sure everyone knows isn't worth the time and energy it takes to remember or worry about hand you your fucking asses
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...AND LEAVE WITH THE ONLY GOLD YOU SHITSTAINZ HAVE TO YOUR NAMES!!!
Because the thing you need concern yourselves with more so than anything else in the world past, present or future if you have any designs or hopes of leaving with the OPW Immortal Tag Team TItles still in your possession is the fact that unlike the two of you and even unlike the other two partners of circumstance in this match Allison and I are a TEAM IN EVERY SINGLE SENSE OF THE WORD! We will march down to the ring as two different people, but I promise you we will both be of the same mind, driven by the same sense of desire and purpose, out there fighting for each other and the last name we were both GIVEN the moment we were BORN! And win or loose I will still be there to offer a hand to help Allison back up to her feet, and if we must we will put our heads back down and we won't stop pushing, we won't stop grinding, and we won't stop fighting until Royal Powerhouse pics up his mic and declares Allison and Myself The BRAND NEW OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING IMMORTAL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONZ! Cameron Vincent can you say the same thing? If you are the one who makes a mistake and gets pinned and costs Brandon Moore and Paul Montouri their OPW Tag Team Titles do you trust that they won't at least discuss whether or not to make sure you pay your debt to them? Can you honestly tell me that they won't begin to snicker and whisper behind your back what you already feel to be blatantly obvious that you are the weakest link in the entire FoCuS CHAIN...And therefore you can be broken...So then it is only the next logical deduction that they themselves break you way before anyone else can do it and make fools out of them and the FoCuS name in the proccess! If your answer to that question is YES Cameron Vincent then you are either as stupid as I thought or as niave as I thought either way you will have only proven yourself too weak to remain in this business for any extended period of time!
Allison and I want this victory so badly we can taste it, because we are ready to carve our names into the metaphorical family tree...And know it gives us both great pleasure and joy to know that we will be able to write our own chapter in the LEGACY of the RIGGS FAMILY by building a solid foundation the same way Damon did...By defeating, humbling, and humiliating assholes like the two of you! So now you know the truth before we even step foot inside that ring the only thing FoCuS has proven is that you are failures...Spiteful, sorry ass, SUCKERZ who don't know their asses from their hats! The OPW fans and locker room should take solace in the fact that finally after three hundred and sixty five days OPW will have Tag Team Champions who perfectly demonstrate what it means to be a TEAM. To both be willing to sacrafice anything at any given time if it means the other will be able to carry on and keep fighting. Because again assholes need I remind you...We are the mother fuckin
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FIGHTING IS JUST A FAMILY TRADITION!!!
Other than that I don't think there is much left to say to any of you! Save the fact that Damon has made no secret about knowing his time left in the ring is limited at best. Hell if we are just being honest truth is Damon never truly intended to get back in the ring. But when he saw the dissention LA Johnny Stylez was causing the family he had built in this business and was really the only thing he truly took from it when it came time for him to leave it all those years ago, what choice did he have? And as a result we were given the opportunity to watch him lead by example...But at this next pay per view it will be us who go on first and make sure he knows that we have not only learned but applied anything and everything he has tried to teach us over the years. Because we will follow his example, and at Drugs Sex and Rock and RoLL...Allison and I will finally become what we were BORN and FUCKING BRED TO BE....CHAMPIONS! SO before yall get to the arena, why don't yall do yourselves a favor and pull over at the nearest Circle K or Chevron run inside and grab a TWIX so you can take a second and CHEW that one over for a little while!
Ohh and before I go...CuRe...You don't think that I sat here and spent all this time and effort warning FoCuS to not make the mistake of underestimating their opponents and then turn around and do it to the two of you then you obviously haven't been paying attention. But one thing I can assure the both of you of is the fact that one thing I can proudly assure you both of is that I have been paying attention...Very fucking closely! Because after Tag Wars when we fell at your hands the last time...I vowed that was the last time Allie and I ever failed to accomplish our goal by doing our opponents any favors and helping them defeat us. And to be as candid as I possibly can with both of you. Deep down I realize and understand what you were hoping to accomplish by forming The CuRe...Lord knows we agree with every bit of what you are doing. And I know by hearing your opinions on the matter that the both of you view us as no different than FoCus or The SyNDiCaTe...And on that particular note I can and will look both of you in your faces and let you know just how wrong the both of you are. And perhaps once this is all over and justice is finally administered and the better team walks out with the gold...We can sit down and start the proccess of allowing you to see that perhaps we have more to offer one another by fighting our enemies together instead of seperately! Because believe me I am well versed on the careers of the both of you...And I have sat back and watched the things that the both of you have accomplished here...Yet One thing that I can sense is that despite the appearences the two of you work tirelessly to maintain...Something aint right in the CuRe CAMP...I don't know what it is exactly, but one thing I do know is this...If you can't go into battle with people you trust then you are better off electing to battle another day, because going into a fight with enemies on both sides is a good way to wind up getting your ass kicked and then being forced to fall to your knees helpless while you sit and watch everything that you have fought as hard as the both of you have to make it to where you are only to watch it reduced to rubble and ash before your very eyes! Allie and I will see you two out by the ring...Just don't make the mistake of believing that just because I see more potential in a potential joining forces than I do waging a pointless war with one another that we are overlooking or underestimating you in anyway. When that bell rings you two will be met with the same amount of ferocity and precision that those two jackyls who are bringing the belts will be met with. Because once again Allison and Myself are going down to the ring at Drugs Sex and ROCK and RoLL to not just win the titles...But to redefine what it means to be the Immortal Tag Team Champions here In Outlaw Pro Wrestling...And that is where our LEGACY WILL BEGIN...And if you two aren't careful it will also be the place where both of yours ENDS!
THINK ABOUT THAT
...REALLY F'N THINK ABOUT IT!!!
SO with that being said I guess we will see you pansies on BourBon Street! LEGACY OUT!!!
Jason Riggs then smiles and winks at the camera as he puts his cigarette out and grabs the last two shot glasses and knocks em back And with that Madison Ivy shoots onto the screen by jumping in the air and leaping into Jason Riggs arms wrapping her legs around his waist and slamming her lips into his. Jason almost falls over but he catches his balance...Wait....Wait NO HE DOESN'T! Jason tries desperately to catch his balance but he and Madison Ivy crash and burn onto the ground. Madison Ivy is heard laughing her ass off as Jason Riggs screams as loudly as we have ever heard him....F M L! We then hear Madison repluy with a "AWWW PooR BaBy...We then hear the sound of buckles unbuckling as then we hear the sound of...Well if you dont know what that sound is you don't need to...Anyway we will see yall at DruG$ SeX and RoCK ~n~RoLL where The Riggs Legacy WILL TAKE BACK OUR RIGHTFUL SPOT AT THE TOP...BELIEVE IT!