Repeating history expecting a different outcome is insane
Apr 25, 2021 11:45:03 GMT -5
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Post by enforcer on Apr 25, 2021 11:45:03 GMT -5
Flashback
11/13/20
Enforcer:After a much needed rest from going hard every week from carrying the Insurgence to the World Tag Team titles, to becoming the greatest, longest reigning and current OPW Prestige Heavyweight Champion of all time, to burying the hatchet with Johnny boy to join the notorious group known as The Syndicate. Even though things are going ideal for me it was fucking terrific to get sometime to rest.::Enforcer opens the passenger side door to set the Doritos on the passenger side chair. He sets the black and mild behind his left ear. He shuts the car door and walks around to the gas pump. He opens the car gas tank and gets the gas pump. He puts the gas pump into the tank and starts to pump the gas. He locks the hook at the end of the pump down so the gas will pump by itself.::
Enforcer:We are just a few days away from Tag Wars 2 where we will see new Tag Team champions. In the middle of all that I will defend my championship in a triple threat match against two undeserving challengers. Now, don’t get me wrong Mr. Elias, you are a hell of a talent inside the ring. You know how to buy your company for the night real well. You also know how to play with fire too. (Enforcer rolls his eyes) Really, Mr. Elias? I felt like I was watching the movie with Kevin Costner and Demi Moore called Mr. Brooks. Or I could have been watching that television show on NBC called The Blacklist. I can see we are fairly similar, Mr. Elias. We really are. The burden of the darkness that we carry is always with us. Quite honestly I use to carry that burden of darkness just like you do these days, Mr. Elias. By keeping my distance from people and living a life of solitude due to what and how I lived my life. I accepted it until my daughter was born many years ago then she became the light in the darkness. Now I admit I will never be the one to step into the light. Me being a Ned Flanders acting fucker will never be me. Which is why I am not trying to live my life like I am playing Smokey and The Bandit. That is what I ain’t gonna do. I am about winning championships and making money. I made sure my kids never go without and my wife is spoiled beyond belief for always putting up with my shit. And you think I am going to allow me to lose the extra perks of being a champion? Fuck no!!! To a random tagalong who probably went and blew Roger to get this championship match.
::The gas pump stops then the Enforcer looks over at how many gallons of gas went into the car’s tank. Enforcer grabs the gas pump, pulls the pump out, and puts the pump back. Enforcer shuts the tank and gets back into the car. Enforcer shuts the car door behind him, he starts the car, and starts to drive off.::
Enforcer:So, a few weeks ago after I beat Chris Gibson to retain my Prestige championship I got confronted by Joe Exotic and Carole Basken’s favorite wrestler, The Dark Tiger. That seven foot goof Dark Tiger to put me on notice that he and his pussy ass eyes on me and my championship. Can you believe that shit? He had the audacity to talk shit and try to square up to both Johnny Boy and I!!! Yet the boy with pussy eyes is nowhere to be found. He sends his nephew to come after me. We have one Uncle Tiger who is seven foot and nephew Tiger who is 6’6. Fuck you have the big baby genetics. All the mothers in that family who pumped out those big ass babies are left with vaginas that sag lower than the jeans of a white boy who pretends he is a gangster. I am not concerned about facing the muscle of a guy who has pussy eyes. Big goofy Hecliff, you are for damn sure not going to take my championship from me. You won’t, your Uncle damn sure won’t and I will continue my record breaking championship Prestige title reign. With the recent Southern Heavyweight title change I officially became the longest current reigning champion here in OPW. Now my eyes are set on beating the six and half month reign of the former OPW Southern Heavyweight champion to become the longest reigning champion here in OPW no matter which championship. Just because I am that damn good and to solidify not only myself but also The Syndicate as what truly runs OPW. Mr. Elias and the big goof won’t have what it takes to beat me. The gumpy ass cat will not soften me up for anybody much less his Unc. Just because that family of giants truly doesn’t have what it takes to do so. Just because that family was blessed with height doesn’t mean they are capable of wrestling. Just because I could shoot a basketball doesn’t mean I could beat MJ, Kobe, or Lebron in a one on one pickup basketball game. Your logic just doesn’t make sense, Tiger. While you are in the ring with me you should take notes on how to carry yourself as a champion so one day you might be able to reclaim your glory of being a champion. It won’t be here in OPW but you can go back down to the minor leagues to try to get a title. It won’t mean much because it won’t be here in OPW but you’ll have done something. At the end of the day gentlemen you’ll just be statistics of my record breaking championship title reign because I am not only the greatest Prestige Heavyweight champion of all time but I am and have always been the greatest person to ever live.
::The Enforcer continues driving down the highway as the camera fades to black.::
*Scene*
Present Day
::Enforcer is sitting in a brown Queen Anne Wingback Reception chair with a roaring fire behind him in a private library. He is looking through a First Edition of “Tale of 2 Cities.” He shuts the book and sets it down on a table next to his glass of scotch that is right in front of the OPW Prestige Heavyweight title belt that is perched on the table..::Enforcer:Hello boys and girls and welcome to storytime with well….me. Very rarely in life do we get a second chance but for the second straight par per view another challenger that I previously turned away gets another shot at MY Prestige Heavyweight championship. I suppose since I have held the Prestige Heavyweight title for over eight months then it was bound to happen. At Drugs, Sex, & Rock-n-Roll I finally was able to kick the ass of that seven foot tiger loving goof Sebastian. This time around I am facing that low level wanksta, Ryan Elias. How can I look at Mr. Elias as a serious threat when he cavalierly boasts about his so called criminal endeavours? That is just outright stupidity to me. Why not just invite the FBI to be there with you to perform a criminal act. Does anyone understand that? Yet, Mr. Elias, must be feeling he is on top of the world right now because you have somehow weaseled your way back into contention for my championship and for that I must applaud you. The delusions of grandeur that is swirling around in your head about taking the Prestige Heavyweight championship will ultimately lead to your downfall and keep my championship title reign soering well into the summer. Tell me, Mr. Elias, how will this second chance of yours be different then the first? I mean sure this match is a one on one Iron Man Match and I doubt that we will be so lucky that you’ll get kidnapped again. So I must digress and just accept the fact that Mr. Elias gets another shot at my championship which will force me to implore my will upon you, Mr. Elias. In the thirty minutes we have to resolve this thing of ours between us I will remind you why I am the longest reigning champion of all time in Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Do you realize, Mr. Elias, that it is fucking unholy to think that anyone can replace me as Prestige Heavyweight champion. It is often a question when someone wins a championship...does the man or woman make the championship or does the championship make the man or woman that has just won the championship? There is not a single damn doubt that I have made the OPW Prestige Heavyweight championship relevant. It has been me who despite the aw inspiring, kick ass, fucking talent that is in the Syndicate and OPW as a whole it is me who defending my championship for the tenth time. Do you understand the gravity of that, Mr. Elias? Seriously!?!?! Do you actually fucking get it? Just look at the roster...from the Damon Riggs to Brandon Moore to Johnny boy, Anika Swan, Vhodka, Xavier Wolf, Miss Michelle, Paul Monotouri, Blair Buchannan, Stephen, Demi Strafford, Necra, and the list of names I can rattle off of who have stepped into an OPW ring. And out of all those legendary names it is mine that gets the distinction of giving the credibility to the Prestige Heavyweight title by keeping this championship for over two hundred fifty days. Mr. Elias, I don’t hate to break it to you that despite you writing “sinner” on my chest that you just don’t have the jets to end my championship title reign. You, like everyone else, just has to accept that this title of mine has already found it’s forever home.
::Enforcer stands up, grabs his glass of scotch with great anger, and walks away. Moments later Enforcer’s hand grabs the OPW Prestige title belt and takes it off the table.::
*Scene*
Twelve hours later
::Enforcer is walking through a dingy warehouse in Tokyo, Japan as a group of people surround two men in a bare knuckle fight. A man walks up to Enforcer and stands just to his left.::
Enforcer:I’ve got to admit, Christian, this is a very lucrative business venture you have carved out for yourself.
Christian Livewire: What can I say? I spent over a decade primarily wrestling here in Japan after I left the states and I got to know my audience.
Enforcer:I’d say you are in their heads.
Christian Livewire:My bottom line would have to agree.
Enforcer:(Cracking a smile)What else matters?
Christian Livewire:Not a hell of a lot.
Enforcer:Maybe I should come over here more often and get into this racket with you, Christian.
Christian:Shiiiit! The hell you are, man. This is my hustle and it took me years to get this to where it is now. Which means I am not sharing anything with anybody.
Enforcer:Damn, like that?
Christian Livewire:It’s like that. Plus you’ve still got business inside the ring you still have to attend to. Someone has got to defend your Prestige title.
Enforcer:Very true, my friend. With this latest OPW international tour I have taken this championship of mine global and there ain’t nothing or nobody that is going to stop me. Especially not someone I have already disposed of once before.
Christian Livewire:So you are giving Elias a zero percent chance to win at International Incident?
Enforcer:I wouldn’t give him a zero percent chance to win. He now is facing me one on one percent match which usually gives someone a fifty percent chance to win the match. Even though I beat him a couple months ago in a triple threat match where he had a thirty three and a third percent to win the match that I ultimately won that gave me a one hundred percent chance to win the match. So, if you subtract the thirty three and a third percent from his now fifty percent chance of him winning in a one on one match that takes his chances of beating me down to a sixteen point seven percent chance of beating me his second time around. While you take my one hundred percent chance of winning our first match up, adding it to my thirty three and one third percent chance of winning our previous match plus my fifty percent chance of winning this one on one match up I now have a one hundred eighty three and a third percent chance of beating Mr. Elias at International Incident to retain my part of the Syndicate gold. You see, Christian, when it all comes down to it this match the numbers simply don’t lie.
Christian Livewire:Steiner math still holds up after all these years.
Enforcer:Damn right it does.
::The screen fades to black as Enforcer and Christian continue to watch the fight.::