Post by Jay$oN VyLoEnCE on Jun 1, 2021 0:03:29 GMT -5
It was an evening of celebration! Perhaps the first one I have ever truly enjoyed in my entire lifetime, because even though the group didn't manage the clean sweep we were hoping for, CALEB and I got the got damn JOB DONE AS FUCKING PROMISED! And now finally after almost two years busting my ass in this business I make good on one of these CHAMPIONSHIP opportunities and I stand before you as we speak ONE HALF OF THE OPW IMMORTAL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!
We had just taken some wicked nasty shots at the bar. Something Caleb's uncle insisted we take. Some kind of Japanese Absinthe that is illegal in like 18 different countries and some places where it is legal you have to sign a waiver before drinking it. Much like the one I put my Herby Hancock to just a few moments ago. Yet despite all the noise in the bar as apparently a lot of the Japanese Fans were super pumped when a lot of us took to the streets of Tokyo after another extremely successful pay per view, that saw that blue haired douche bag tyrant boss of ours finally get his. Which aint none of that shit any of my business, but I have to admit I allowed a small smirk creep across my face when I saw it all go down. I mean the guy did every bit of it to himself. But now with him and his empire crumbled that leaves the door wide the fuck open for whoever has the sack to walk through!
...But, wait hold on...Did yall hear that shit?
Uhhhh anyway...So where was I?...Ohh yeah...I was saying...GOT DAMNIT! THERE IT IS AGAIN! Why? Why here? Why now? I broke that cunt's neck in three places and left her to choke on her last breathes. I saw her for a little while after that. Wait hold on I didn't say that right, because I mean I "saw" her, but I didn't actually you know "see" her! I'd be getting out of the shower, training, watching TV and she would pop up. She would just stare at me with these cold dead empty eyes. She never said a got damn word either. She didn't have to. I mean when you know someone on the level that I knew the former OPW XKoRe Champion Ophelia Pain one look, one slight facial expression speaks volumes, and the face I saw until Apathy made them go away said way more than I wanted to hear! But I mean what fucking choice did she leave me? I know everyone wants to hate me for that...That's when the BOO's started, and I am ashamed to admit it now, but it really bothered me at first. I gave that fucking bitch everything I had. Every ounce of faith, trust, love, compassion, understanding and effort that a man can give a woman, and no matter what none of it was ever going to be good enough. Why? Because Ophelia Pain despite what most wrestling fans see on the surface is exactly what Outlaw Pro Wrestling is plagued with. The type of person Ophelia Pain is, was, and probably always will be if she is even still alive is the main reason we as a collective UNIT that refers to ourselves as THE CURE is because Ophelia Pain is a variety of selfish, greedy, and entitled that no human being ever has the right to be...But the unfortunate reality of it is all is that is seemingly how they are breeding these mother fuckers these days. So she can spare me those looks because she doesn't deserve to torment me for doing to her what she was going to do to me eventually anyway!
But why am I justifying this to myself right now? She has been gone for at least two months now thanks to Apathy. This is the the biggest night of professional wrestling career. After failed opportunity after failed opportunity I...Or WE FINALLY PULLED IT OFF! My new partner Caleb Koresh and I went into that ring at International Incident with a simple game plan and OUR CAUSE and we emerged victorious! And apparently that silly cunt Lisa Marie Ashton is having a tough time coming to grips with failure so they barged into whoever's office you barge into now that Johnny's gone and saw to it they received a rematch they have no business receiving because it is and always has been Outlaw Pro Wrestling policy that CHAMPIONS who loose their titles are not guaranteed rematches for the titles they lost unless they SUCCESSFULLY DEFEND THEM! Which they never did!
But why make a stink of it? Caleb and I don't need a technicality to skate by two vapid mallrats and gutter sluts like the former OPW Immortal Tag Team Champions! We don't need to avoid them, we aren't afraid in the least to face them. Caleb and I haven't really had the chance to sit down and actually discuss it in length yet, but I know he feels the same way I do about the situation, which is we are more than fucking happy to climb in the ring with those two INSIGNIFICUNTS one more time, because this time when Caleb and I BASH THEM into the ground by the time they are revived by the medical staff on hand anyone who even jokes about suggesting that the Caffine Mafia deserves another opportunity at The CuRe's OPW Immortal World Tag Team Titles will need to have their heads examined almost as much if not more than the two BEAT UP BIMBOS WHO USED TO BE THE IMMORTAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
OUUUUUCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My FUCKING HEAD!!!
Jesus FUCK what in the hell was in that ABSINTHE???
Suddenly Jayson's mental dialogue comes to a sudden an abrupt hault as we see his eyes cross and then roll into the back of his head as his face slams down onto the bar with a THUD and the screen goes BLACK. We hear the people in the bar start to make a commotion as we hear the sound that could only come from when someone passes out and falls out of their bar stool. We hear Apathy cursing and shouting orders as Jayson's eyes shoot open and he sees everyone in the bar's attention shoot at him. Everything is fuzzy save the image of Apathy, she was so clear she was almost glowing. Jayson picks up his head and looks around and sees the bar stool he fell out of lying on the ground right next to him like the two of them decided to take a nap together right here in the middle of the bar. His hand starts to move around until the tips of his fingers feel the stone cold metal of HIS HALF of the OPW Immortal World Tag Team Titles and a feeling of comfort rushes over him as his eyes blink and suddenly the screen goes black again as we hear Apathy...
Apathy: SHIT! THERE HE GOES AGAIN! Alexander what in the hell did you give him?
Nocturnal: Elizabeth dear where are we?
Apathy: GOT DAMNIT NOC, ABSINTHE? I remember puking my guts up for the better part for two days after the first time you brought me here!
Nocturnal: Wasn't that the time you had those visions or memories about when you slept with Hunter?
Apathy: Hence the two days of vomiting! There is no telling what kind of night this bastard is in for now!
Nocturnal: Whatever it is Ap, he is a solider he can handle it...He needs to if he is going to be prepared for what lies ahead! Winning the titles was the easy part...Now the hard shit begins and we must work together on this if these two are what we both hoped they would be yes? That is the agreement we came to when it was decided it would be Jayson and Caleb who represented YOUR CuRE in the OPW Immortal Tag Title match.
Apathy: Jayson?...JAYSON??? JAYSON WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! Got damnit! Noc I am sore as fuck from my match with The Silver Medal Wolf, and I have to go check on the Asset, I can't baby sit him...This one is on you!
Nocturnal: Very well!
Apathy: Alright Mr. Baby Sitter, get to work because I'm pretty sure he just friggin PUKED EVERYWHERE!
Nocturnal: And I suppose maybe mentioning this before I agreed to watch over him slipped your mind?
Apathy: No not at all...I needed YOU to WATCH HIM, so I just left it out! Thanks NoXy, but I've gotta run I have to go speak with the Asset and make sure nothing happened out there that triggered anything, and then I need to get back to the hotel room Eoin is already there waiting on me and Mama needs her Vitamin D!
Nocturnal: But Elizabeth! Johnny Stylez got placed in handcuffs and as we speak is being extradited back to the states where he will stand trial...Finally after all these years that bastard FINALLY got what he had coming...We should celebrate!
Apathy: And we will! When we are standing ontop of the ashes of what used to be his kingdom the night before construction begins building ours in it's place...And when we aren't in a bar that serves that GAWD AWFUL purple Absinthe! Good night NoXy you get my boys home safe!
Nocturnal: Ohhh I'll get them home...Safe? No one is ever safe, and if nothing else Caleb and Mr. Violence here will understand that better than anything they ever have in their entire lives! Farewell Ms. Elizabeth I'm sure we will speak tomorrow!
They faintly kiss on the cheek as suddenly Jayson Violence's eyes shoot up and his head shoots up and all he can think or say is the last word he heard come out of Alexander Koresh's mouth...
TOMORROW?
...WTF is TOMORROW?
...What the f...Wait no that's not right...That's not what I said...
So what's it like? It's fucking crazy isn't it?
Suddenly Jayson's eyes open and once again everything is fuzzy. He and his bar stool are no longer on the ground. He is sitting on it and for a split second it appears that he was in the bar he passed out in, but when his hands frantically feel around unable to find his half of the OPW Immortal Tag Team Titles it's another belt that his fingers touch. And the moment both of his hands grip the side plates and he pulls the Championship belt close enough to where he can see it, suddenly the bar he and the rest of The CuRe were drinking and celebrating in faded away into a bar in Brooklyn New York where Jayson Violence and his running mate Ophelia Pain would spend countless hours, dollars, and precious moments in this bar recounting their many adventures and esqupades.
But Jayson Violence's vision finally settles out as he looks down and sees himself holding what was then Ophelia Pain's OPW XKoRe Championship. Up next immediately was a Championship unifcation match against the then Youngblood Champion Parody and the winner would become the brand new Outlaw Pro Wrestling PureBLooD Champion as OPW made an offical decision to cut ties with anything that bound them to the pro wrestling company OPW's roots were heavily based in the former PRO WRESTLING JUGGERNAUT NEW EDGE WRESTLING. But at INJUSTICE-4-ALL the final OPW XKoRe Title match was a triple threat match and the culmination of a long term feud between then former OPW PuReXKoRE CHampion the now deceased Scotty Adams as he put the gold on the line against both Ophelia Pain and Jayson Violence in what we swear to GOD was a triple threat match and not a handicapp match or at least it wasn't supposed to be. It was a triple threat casket match and Jayson Violence had made the tough decision to opt out and take a metaphorical bullet for Ophelia because he knew what it would mean for her to return to pro wrestling and win such a prestigious title live in front of everyone.
So Jayson Violence allowed himself to be placed in a casket and the lid slammed shut eliminating him from contention to win the match but that wasn't the last Scotty Adams was to hear from Jayson Violence as a few moments later when it seemed Scotty Adams was going to easily toss Ophelia Pain into a casket slam the lid shut and start mentally preparing for the unification match but much to Scotty and everyone in attendance that night's surprise when Scotty had the lid lifted suddenly Jayson Violence clad in the exact same garb new secret weapon of The CuRe KoRRuPT presently wears. Jayson Violence then emerged from that casket seemingly a new man as he and Ophelia Pain dealt Scotty Adams a decisve blow and prevented him from being able to claim that he ended the OPW XKoRE title under his terms and up until it was brought back by Kal X Wolf eariler this year Ophelia pain was once upon a time the very last OPW XKoRe Champion.
And now that we had that lovely impromptu stroll down memory lane and everyone is all caught up. This was the night after INUSTICE-4-ALL when Jayson and Opehlia got to bring that title belt baclk home and celebrate together the way they had celebrated anything worth celebrating inside this lil danky ass corner bar that was always rather busy, but that was one of the reasons they liked it. Still Jayson glared at the OPW XKoRe center plate almost with a sense of regret as he was out there he heard the roar of the crowd when Royal Powerhouse made Scotty Adams defeat offical and anounced Ophelia as the new champion. The look on Ophelia's face. The joy, the sense of accomplishment mixed with euphoria was something Jayson wanted very badly, and even though the content look on her face and the frisky behavior it lead to helped ease Jayson's pain a bit, some little voice on the inside had told him he had made a mistake...Well another one in a very long line of them that lead to Ophelia Pain like the bread crumbs in Hanzel and Grettle!
SO where were we? Ohh yeah that's right we were celebrating. Jayson took a the last sip of his Heineken and placed it on the bar motioning with his brow to the bartender that it was time for another. And just as the fairly attractive brunette bar tender with a little too much make up and the face that is pretty enough to make it work sets the cold beer down in front of him he picked it up and before taking a sip insisted on getting an answer to his question.
Jayson Violence: So come on Pheelz, what's it like? I mean yeah I was out there...But what you experienced and what I did are two entirely different things I am still trying to figure out the difference between a wrist watch and a wrist lock but even I know that!
Ophelia Pain: OK, OK....Hold on let me think about it, cause it's really hard to describe! I mean from what I am able to gather it's one of those things like sex or doing a whole bunch of MoLLy...It is an experience you can't put into words that could ever truly capture what it meant to you or what it felt like...THe only thing you know for sure it's one of them feelings that you can't explain...And the only thing you know is that it is one of those things in life that is it's own type of AMAZING!!!
Jayson Violence: So basically it's like sex?
Ophelia Pain: Well sometimes its better!...But then again when you bang some of the winners I have Pop Tarts with Whip Cream is better than sex!
Jayson Violence; Bite your tounge at once Ms. XKoRe Champion!
Ophelia Pain: I'm sorry did you say pizza?
Jayson Violence: Ohh no need to apologise, and yes that is exactly what I said!
Ophelia Pain: I am afraid I am going to need you to elaborate sir!
Jayson Violence; Because when it's great...It's FUCKING AH-MA-ZINNNGGGGG...But even when it's bad it's still PRETTY GOOD! Huh?
Ophelia Pain: You stole that from a tshirt or something, that is way to clever for you! I like it...but come on you didn't make that up!?...Right?
Voice: Ohhh for fucks sake will you just do it already before the restr of us throw up all over the bar?
Jayson Violence appears to be the only person in the bar that heard the bar tenders rather rude and confusing comments. Jayson Violence looks over and he sees that the bar tender is none other than new found mentor and CuRe Benefactor Alexander Koresh, but most of you know him as NOCTURNAL. He smiles at Jayson as he removes a long dark purple bottle from the top shelf pours it in a neon green shot glass that glows in the dark and then throws back the shot. Jayson stands up shocked and confused about what's going on.
Jayson Violence: What in the fucking hell is going on?
Nocturnal: Well I am not really a doctor despite my knack for unapproved medical procedures as alternate means of persuasion, but if you my diagnosis I'd say you are losing your shit...But then again there is another possibility isn't there Caleb?
Caleb Koresh: Yeah, My uncle knows this weird extreme branch of the Yakuza that create that purple fart water he made us drink earlier. Turns out it helps stimulate part of the 80% OF our brain we never use. It has varying affects. The dirty Yakuza fuckers use it to induce a type of mental torture that only the strongest minds can make it through. It's a final means of initiation.
Jayson Violence: But I don't wanna fucking join the Yakuza!
Nocturnal: SHUT UP nobody is here to join the Yakuza!
Jayson Violence: THANK GOD!...Ok then what the fuck are we doing here!
Nocturnal: Well if you want to know that then you are going to have to choose Jayson...Right here and right now!
Jayson looks at Nocturnal with a look of utter confusion. Caleb Koresh has taken a seat at a both directly behind where Jayson and Ophelia were sitting. He grabs some scrawny kid at the end and he throws him out of his seat and Caleb sits down and helps himself to the people's Buffalo wings. Jayson spins around while his tag team partner shoves one into his mouth and seemingly vaccums all of the chicken off the bone as he looks at Jayson and rolls his eyes. Then all of a sudden Jayson looks over at Ophelia and then at Nocturnal and then at Caleb. Jayson Violence then shrugs his shoulders as Ophelia then looks up at Jayson with a look of sheer and utter HORROR as Jayson quickly like a snake that already has it's victim wrapped in it's coils Jayson quickly strikes sudden and fierce as he wraps his muscular arms around Ophelia's neck and in one swift motion jerks her head and the loud horrific sound of bones popping echoes throughout the entire bar causing it all to fall silent. Nocturnal's head sinks as Caleb Koresh shoots up to his feet knocking everyones drinks over onto them practically turning the table over on them in the process as he gets right in his uncle's face...
Caleb Koresh: COME ON! PAY UP! I TOLD YA HE WOULD DO IT!!!
Nocturnal looks up with an sinister sly smirk on his face as he reaches in the breast pocket of his suit and removes a fresh folded greenish baby blue hundred dollar bill that Nocturnal has drawn on with a black sharpie to make Benjamin Franklin look like himself. Caleb Koresh looks at his tag team partner as the two bump fists as Alexander Koresh reaches from beind the bar and removes the OPW Immortal World Tag Team Titles from the shelf behind the bar and hands them to the new OPW Immortal Tag Team Champions of the world. Koresh then walks from behind the bar and over to a large glass cabinet in the corner. Nocturnal opens the the cabinet and removes a large fat cigar that he pops in his mouth and strikes a match. He puffs away until the smoke rises and vanishes into the air as he exhales the smoke from his nostrils.
Nocturnal: Gentlemen the most important thing Apathy or Myself can teach the both of you at this point is that the match that you emerged victorious from that resulted in your ownership of those titles is as easy as it's ever going to get. SO many fools in this business don't grasp this concept and that is why not all title holders or winners are really champions. The next match...The one on ShowCa$e this week is now the most important match of both of your careers. Because if the two of you should drop the ball and allow those titles to fall back into the clutches of those two dim witted females then the two of you aren't any better than them...And if that is the case what good are either of you to Apathy Myself and the rest of CURE? Just like you knew what to do a moment ago Jayson deep down you know the answer to that question. This time there must be no excuses! There will be no help. Apathy wanted me to let the both of you know that she won't be coming down to make sure you win and the same goes for anyone who is a member of her faction. Your critics are already raising their voices saying that KoRRuPt is the only reason you two are The Champions to beign with. We want you to squash those rumors along with this blip on the radar that should have never held the honor of holding these titles to begin with. But in order to do that gentlemen today you must decide who and what you are! Is our cause worth the oath you took to fight for it, protect it, and see it prosper under any means necessary? Because as we told you when this all began like any antibiodic or antidote introduced to a host riddled with infection, the battle will be brutal, violent, and over before you know it. But when the dust settles finally and you stand up and you take that first breathe of fresh air you will know just as the rest of the world does that everything you have ever gone through that lead the both of you to this pivotal moment was worth it. Now Caleb Koresh and Jayson Violence you must prove to yourselves and the rest of the world that is watching...and most importantly to those two inferior tavern wenches who stand in opposition to you that among all the things the two of you may be individually and collectively the one thing you are now today and will continue to be more so everyday after...
Jayson Violence: ARE CHAMPIONS!
Nocturnal: VERY GOOD MR. Violence. I do believe this is enough to merit you a ride home!
Jayson Violence: You mean back to the hotel?
Caleb Koresh grabs his title from off the bar and slings it over his shoulder before walking back over to the booth he sat down at and he picks up both plates of Buffalo wings and heads towards the door Nocturnal had propped open where a long black hearse looking limo was parked out back waiting for them. The driver is a large looking gentlemen and the closer we get we notice that it is none other than pro wrestling ICON and former member of The SyNDiCaTE Seth Iser. He doesn't appear his normal menacing self. He has a somber almost whipped look about him as his empty eyes peer out into the world the same way a tiger that lives in a zoo lazily glares at the gawking humans as they stand and stare at him doing nothing. His mask is on and judging by the large metal staples all around his neck as well as the large spike necklace seems he is unable to remove it on his own free will. Nocturnal nods in his direction and Seth Iser opens the door and Nocturnal climbs inside along with Caleb. Jayson walks passed Seth Iser and looks at him with confusion as Jayson Violence remembers Seth Isers early days in OPW where he and Al Envy engaged in one of OPW's most violent rivalries. But Jayson just looks him over and climbs inside the limo. Seth Iser shuts the door and then goes to get in the drivers seat and begin the drive home.
As the scene switches to inside the limo the plot once again thickens as Jayson Violence climbs in only to find the leader of The CuRe, Apathy sitting in the limo puffing on a black clove cigarette. She offers a faint SURPRISE smile as the limo begins to move and the conversation begins.
Apathy: Good evening gentlemen...Great job on passing your little test Jayson. I feel I have to be blunt in saying I am sorry I couldn't be inside for it, I would pay to watch it if I could! But maybe next time we are in Japan...
Jayson Violence: Well Ap sorry to let you down but I am never ever drinking that purple shit ever again!
Apathy: Yes I don't blame you it has been a crazy night I suppose, but there is something we need to discuss of the out most importance. The two of you have definitely earned a good nights sleep and well neither of you are in the frame of mind presently to do what I shall require of you moving forward. Because while International Incident did not go the way we originally intended we did walk out with the victories we needed. The two of you are the Tag Team Champions and our asset otherwise known as KoRRuPT was a success. The people Noxy has had monitoring him have assured me that everything went off without a hitch but it's best in these early stages to keep him confined until he accepts his new reality. In the coming days and weeks he is going to have questions...
Caleb Koresh: Yeah so we've been over this already...He is a devoted member of The CuRe. He chose to take up residence at The Koresh Compound after Johnny Stylez hired thugs to wipe out his family and chose to don the KoRRuPT persona to become the living embodiment of the ultimate weapon we will use to cleanse and CuRe OPW...DId I miss anything?
Nocturnal: SILENCE CALEB!
Jayson Violence: SO you guys are seriously gunna make that dude live locked up at Noc's compound like one of Noc's fighting pit Pittbulls?
Apathy: Yes, and top marks for the comparison because that is exactly it!
Jayson Violence: Are you sure that is the wisest course of action? Because like you said he is going to start asking questions especially when it comes to shit like QualITY COMFORT OF LIVING?
Apathy: I know it seems morally questionable, but having been in this situation myself before I know it's the only move to make at this point. WHich is where the two of you come in. We must make sure he is NEVER seen without his mask. It is our job to make him believe that his current living conditions are ones he has chosen for himself. You know a sort of way to help him focus his entire life on gaining his ultimate vengance. But now with Johnny Stylez in handcuffs it sort of presented a slight snag in our plans because now the face of his mission is no longer there to be himself and give Scotty more than enough reasons to keep his good work going. SO now we must create new enemies and new reasons to help motivate him. This life, this moniker...It must become him...If we do this correctly there is a chance that his mind is never able to revert back. As I said eariler yes it is a bit on the morally questionable side but again gentlemen allow me to remind you that we are at WAR, and we had a very big weapon fall in our laps...And at the end of the day we are doing Scotty a favor. Which is kind of the final point I wanted to make. Never under any circumstance are any of you to ever even SAY his name in his pressence. His focus should be on the MISSION...ANd right now the mission is to return to the United States go to SHOWCASE and force feed our CURE to all of OUTLAW PRO WRESTLINg. I want those CaFFine MAFIA trifling whores beaten within an inch of their lives and made an example of. I want the two of you fully unleashed...MONDAY NIGHT we make sure that every pro wrestling fan in the universer knows and understands one thing...PUSSIES DON'T ROAR...THEY PUR...PUT THEM DOWN and BRING BACK THOSE BELTS...DO we understand one another?
They silently nod their heads as Apathy smiles and the car comes to a complete stop. The door opens and Jayson Violence finds himself in front of his apartment complex in Brooklyn. He looks back at the limo as he gets out. Apathy gives Jayson a hug and a small kiss on the cheek as she leans in and hands him his half of the OPW Immortal Tag Team Title belts...ANd as his fingers feel the cold metal suddenly the screen goes black and his eyes shoot open. It is morning and he is in his own bed. He shakes his head and grabs the glass of water next to his bed and he guzzles it down. He then looks on the floor and sees his halfg of the OPW Immortal Tag Team titles belts and he smirks as he rolls over and decides to go back to sleep for a little while longer. The empty purple bottle of ABSINTH suggests he has at least earned that much