Can'T LeaVe WiF OuT A KiSS GooD-ByE RiGHT???
Jun 5, 2021 0:53:50 GMT -5
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Post by fiktion on Jun 5, 2021 0:53:50 GMT -5
Scene opens backstage after the latest episode of Monday Night SHoWCa$e...A Night of many shocks and surprises as per usual when it comes to the top wrestling show to ever grace us with it's presence live on Monday Nights! So many twist and turns as we head plunge headfirst towards a future that is as uncertain as it is bright...Or at least that's what the promise makers are promising the validity to their statements remains to be seen. Yet alas we aren't here to question the integrity of the new powers that BE...especially when you consider who the predecessors were! This IS NON-FiKTioN portion of Outlaw Pro Wrestling programming. We do our best to leave the politics wayyyyyyy the phuckin hell out of this!...
???HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO TELL THE TRUTH???
...E.X.A.C.T.L.Y.
But since our time together is growing short, we thought we should use what is left of our time wisely and give you people a good strong dose of the truth while the rules still allow us to bring it to ya FREE of CHARGE!
Because on a night full of twists and turns...Thickening and twisting plots, tragic ends and remarkable beginnings...As per usual there still lived your typical stack of unanswered questions. Moments within one of our final SHOWcases where we are seemingly left to wonder with no end or answer in sight. We believe it is in this regard the service we provide will be missed the most...
...Because for those of you who are wondering what exactly happened to the new FORMER OPW Prestige Champion Ryan Elias after his stunning defeat at the hands of glorious new OPW Prestige Champion and leader of dominate faction R.O.A.R., Dark Tiger...We FoRTuNaTeLy FoR YoU CaN EnD The SPeKuLaTiON!!!
Why of course the rumors about his sudden and mysterious disappearance were as numerous as they were non-sensical (a lot like the list of men, women, and things to enter Miss Michelle's naughty ((and should be FORBIDDEN)) steamy rain forest of LOVE and lived to tell the tale). However this particular time the truth we bring you is almost if not more far fetched then some of the rumors surrounding the former Prestige Champion's disappearance, so much so there was a debate as to whether or not we should air this particular truth in fear of it diminishing our reputation of being the only mouth in OPW that is willing to tell the truth at all costs...But we figured with the door's closing what in the phuckin phuck do we have to lose? SO you can choose to believe this or not ladies and gentlemen, we most certainly won't blame you if you don't...But rest assured just like any and everything else we have ever brought to you
~$~My NaMe IS FiKTioN~$~
...AND THe$E ARe THe F.A.C.T.$.
Scene opens in the dim lit private dressing room of OPW Prestige Champion Ryan Elias. Moments after his match against Dark Tiger where he lost The OPW Prestige Championship he had just claimed by dethroning the longest reigning champion in OPW HiSToRy THe Enforcer live on Pay Per View at International Incident. But The OPW Prestige Championship wasn't exactly the only thing Mr. Elias had lost over the course of the last few weeks here in OPW as his seemingly IMMACULATE PARTNERSHIP with PaGaN PRiNCeSS, Necra Octavian Kane, which promised to upset the very supernatural balance of the very world we lived in came to a sudden and abrupt hault when Necra turned her back on Elias shortly after The International Incident pay per view.
Ryan Elias is a man who does not get taken by surprise very easily if even at all, but this was a turn NOT EVEN HE COULD SEE COMING! He had more questions than answers as now his plans for the future were in complete disarray! Never mind holding the OPW Prestige Championship, this over sight had altered the course of supernatural history which in turn opened an account that must be settled and could ultimately only be repaid in blood and vengeance. But where to begin? Who was really responsible? Those were but two of the seemingly endlessly growing list of questions swarming around in his head.
As in addition to Mr. Elias not being a man accustomed to being taken by surprise failure wasn't something he was particularly known for either, yet they seemed to be piling up as of late. His only hope at this juncture was to regroup as quickly as possible, find as many answers as he could using the short time he had to find them and come up with something close to or at least resembling a plan before any of his new enemies or his old ones for that matter came calling. Chief among them being his Father, or the person you call commonly know and fear as THE DE...Well if you don't know already you haven't been paying attention! WHICH SHAME ON YOU!
Ryan Elias stood leaning against the structure in his dressing room that looked like what he was and had been using it for since he arrived here this evening...A bar. His fists were bruised and bloody as revealed by the shreds of ripped away athletic tape revealed as he drove his hand into his bag of ice removing a handful of it's contents and dropping almost as much ice on the counter as he did into his glass as he removed the cork from the bottle of Johnny Walker RED and spit it out onto the floor as he turned it upside down and watched as the bronze liquid filled the glass. THe liquid's chemical composition forcing the physical shape of the ice cube's to change instantly as he took a swig straight from the bottle and put the full glass of top shelf scotch to his forehead as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe as he leans his head to the right and shouts out a name...
Ryan Elias: TODD!?!? TODDDDDDDDD!?!? Amazing months go by and I can never get rid of you and the one bloody moment I actually need you no where to be found! Par for the course I spose!
Ryan Elias lifts the bottle of Johnny Walker RED back up to his lips and turns it upside down as he slowly and gently rubs the cold glass over his bruised forehead as his eyes once again close and the smile he was able to muster at his own joke quickly vanishes. Replaced with a long solemn look of dissapointment. Judging by the long look on his face we can only guess he is replaying the events from the last two days run through his mind as he tries to figure where it all went wrong. But before his mind can reach anything close to an answer his thoughts are interrupted by one of the most unmistakeable feelings in the entire world...The sound of a zipper unzipping and the soft hands a woman wrapping her hands around his...Well you know! (And if you don't then your Mother probably doesn't know you are reading this and you should get back to bed at ONCE!)
Ryan Elias eyes shoot open and when his eyes lock with the woman whose hands are wrapped around his junk his face turns to one of disgust as he instinctively shoves her off of him and then finally takes a drink from his glass only to spit the contents out all over the mischievously attractive brunette woman with red streaks shooting down her hair that lead the eyes down to her ample cleavage begging to be unbound from the tightly drawn lace bodice keeping the girls at bey. Her eyes green as neon emeralds and her teeth white as the life preventing cold found smack dab in the middle of Antarctica. As soon as Elias and her eyes lock we see two tiny little horns sprout on both sides of her head but stop at a point to where one can tell they are stunted as long as you know what you are looking for.
THe woman laughs hysterically as Elias doesn't stop at just spitting on the woman he takes his cup and throws the remainder of it's contents in her face which only causes her to laugh louder as she wipes the Scotch from her eyes as Ryan Elias drives his hand back into the bag of ice and makes himself another drink. Once the cup is full he once again takes the bottle and turns it upside down while reaching over and handing the woman a towel which she takes as she glares at him with an evil flirty grin...
Woman: Now RYAN! Is that anyway to treat YOUR MOTHER???
Ryan Elais: Bite your tongue WITCH YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER! Which you know just as well as I do, Lillith! Just because you have been my father's plaything since the dawn of time doesn't mean shit!
Lillith: Especially during the handful of times we've...
Ryan Elias: DON'T!...Don't REMIND ME! I had almost managed to forget that handful of mistakes, but I guess that proves I'm not PERFECT...HA maybe I am the anti-Christ afterall!...TODD WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU!!!
Lillith: Aren't you gunna ask me what I want?
Ryan Elias: NO! That would imply I gave something resembling a FUCK about what you want! But since that never has been nor ever will be the case...I cordially invite you to enjoy another FUCKOFF Free of CHARGE FROM YOU TO BE!!! TODDDD GOTDAMNIT WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU!!!
Suddenly in the distance we see half of Ryan's face lightup as if he had a campfire going in the middle of the room and someone just threw gasoline onotp of it. The flames appear to have risen high and fast as suddenly the room returned to it's dim shade as if nothing had ever happened at all, as Ryan Elias scowl had only grown even larger as we could tell the voice speaking to him off to the side of the camera repulsed him even more than the one he was speaking to previously...
Voice: Now SON! Is that any way to speak to your mother?
Ryan Elias: SHE'S NOT MY BLOODY MOTHER!!! BUT YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY DON'T YA...FATHER?
Scene then quickly turns around to see a man looking like the perfect mix of AL Pacino just as he started to age and Hugh Hefner sitting in a black and red pin striped suit sitting back in a black leather chair with an ice bucket holding a bottle of DOM PERIGON in it with the cork popped off. IN his left hand a half empty champagne flute that was quickly lifted to his smiling face and guzzled down with a chuckle as he looked his baby boy up and down in astonishment...Almost as he enjoyed looking at him stew in this failure. Yet Ryan Elias just glared daggers at his father...But before Ryan Elias could utter a single word his father quickly informed him...
Lucifer Morningstar: You needn't continue calling for that ghastly assistant of yours...Todd was his name?...Yeah he doesn't work here anymore!
Ryan Elias: What'd you do with him?
Lucifer Morningstar: What I always do to insignificant flies like him! He's not important, son! Your most recent FUCK UP! That's what's IMPORTANT!!!
Ryan Elias: Geez Dad, didn't know you were a wrestling fan!!!
The being known as Lucifer Morningstar and his son share an uneasy laugh until rage quickly overtakes the man also commonly referred to as the devil's face and he shoots to his feet sending the ice bucket and bottle of DOM flying into the distance and from the sound of things shattering into a million pieces.
Lucifer Morningstar: NO YOU IMBECILE I AM TALKING ABOUT LETTING THE PAGAN PRINCESS FALL INTO THE HANDS OF SOMEONE MUCH WORSE THEN HER AND HER ENTIRE FAMILY PUT TOGETHER! IT WAS BAD ENOUGH WHAT THE TWO OF YOU WANTED TO DO! BUT NOW! NOW...IF THAT FUCKING DIP SHIT MORTAL IS ALLOWED TO FUFILL HIS GOALS IT'S BAD NEWS FOR US...THOSE ASSHOLES UPSTAIRS AND THESE MINDLESS CREDIT CARD TOTING, TICK TOCKING, KNOB POLISHING SHEEP ARE GOING TO GET IT WORST OF ALL! HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKING STUPID SON? HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS?
Ryan Elias: If I say PRIDE, will you take it personally?
Lucifer Morningstar: Wise cracks...You hear that LiL? I tell the boy he may have just royally fucked the afterlife, the before life, turning it all into the NEVER LIFE...And all he has for me is WISE CRACKS! Well I'm afraid I have some bad news for ya KIDDO! THE JOKES ARE FUCKING OVER...AND SO IS YOUR GOT DAMN VACATION RIGHT NOW! THIS AINT A FUCKIN SITCOM...YOU ARE COMING HOME WIT ME...AND WE ARE GOING TO COME UP WITH A WAY TO UNFUCK THIS BEFORE THINGS GET ANYMORE FUCKED UP THAN YOU LET THEM BECOME! BECAUSE SO HELP ME IF THEY SEND SOMEONE DOWN HERE TO DEAL WITH THIS...AND DO IT BEFORE WE DO AND THEN RUB THAT IN OUR FACE FOR ALL ETERNITY THEN THE ONLY TIME YOU'LL EVER SEE THIS STINKIN SHIT HOLE EVER AGAIN IS WHEN THAT WHOLE OPENS UP ONCE A WEEK AND DROPS DOWN EVERY CRACK PIPPIN, ASS WIPING, LOW LIFE PIECE OF SHIT TO EVER ROAM WHAT SHOULD BE MY GREEN EARTH!!!
Ryan Elias: Ohhh PUN DEFINITELY INTENDED, but LIKE HELL I AM!!!
Lucifer Morningstar: I don't know what's funnier the part where you think I didn't know what the fuck you were up to, or that you actually think you coming back with me right now is some kind of a choice you have...U'll let ya know when we get back down there!!!
Ryan Elias: WAIT...NO YOU CAN'T YOU'LL FUCK EVERYTHING UP!!!
Lucifer Morningstar: YEAAAHHHHHH FUCKIN RIGHT, LIKE I AINT HEARD THAT SHIT BEFORE!!!! LiL COVER YOUR HORNZ BABE, unless you want em to look more fucked up than they already do!...Hope ya got some pussy while you were up here son, because it may be a while...Fuck who am I tellin! Enough with the speeches let's get the fuck outta this shitbox!
Ryan Elias: I HATE YOU...TO HELL AND BACK YOUR MOTHERLESS SON OF A....
Lucifer Morningstar: Zip it JUNIOR say whatever about your Mother, but I won't hear you say a single word about your GRANDMA...NOW SHADDUP!!!
The last we see of Ryan Elias is Lucifer Morning Star's hand wrapping around his throat and pulling him over to where he was sitting. Lucifer let's go of Ryan's throat as he tosses him in the chair he was sitting in and then steps in his way ever time Elias tries to stand up on his feet to get passed him. Lucifer winds up yanking the bottle of Johnny Walker out of Elias hand and takes a giant swig. He then reaches into the breast pocket of his black and red pin striped suit and removes a pack of matches from a bar in Japan known as THe SIN BIN. Lucifer strikes one and then holds the flame to the rest of the matches and waits a moment as the rest of them suddenly are engulfed in flames.
He drops them on the ground as he takes another swif from the bottle of Johnny Walker and spits down on the pack of matches. The camera then shotos over to the exit door as we see the shadow of the flames raises high into the air only for a few moments and then as the sound of a roaring Category 5 TORNADO is heard only for a few brief moments and then...NOTHING...DEAD SILENCE...THe camera pans around and we see Ryan Elias bag full of his ring gear and personal belongings.
We see the carpet is singed on four corners where the chair was...And then we see Todd, Ryan Elias personal assistant lying face down dead with his eyes wide open lying behind the bar with only his upper body visible to the camera. But after a ferw moments the camera glitches....glitches....glitches and suddenly TODD's face is replaced with the face of the humanly form of Ryan Elias...as the scene suddenly fades back to FiKTiON!!!
FiKTiON: So like we said...You saw what you say therefore you are free to believe what you want...We don't give a fuck either way, because the fact of the matter is...That's what happened, and this entire time it was our job to show you the truth not convince you of it!...So again you are WELCOME! And UNTIL NeXT TIME, GUESS WE WILL SEE THE REST OF YOU OUTLAWZ, CONVICTZ, AND CRiMINaLZ IN THE GoT DAMN FUNNY PAPERS...OR IN THIS CASE...IF NONE OF THOSE PLACES THEN WE WILL DEFINITELY SEE THE REST OF YAS IN HeLL!!! CATCH yall on the FLIP SIDE!!! PEACE BE WITH YOU....AND ALSO WITH YOU! FiKTIoN OUT!!!
-FiN-
OOC:
I promised Chris (Elias) I'd write him off TV...and this keeps me a man of my word. Hope you all enjoyed, and Chris hope this allows you the chance to come back swinging...If ya don't like it don't use it...But either way this makes for a very interesting return and gives a lot of you something to go on going forward so if that is the case then mission accomplished, my job here is done. If nothing else I hope those that read it enjoyed it. And on a personal note thank each and everyone of you that ever contributed anything to this fed. It was a genuine pleasure working with each and every single one of you...And know that I walk away from all of this with no regrets. We did the best we could with what we had..The only consistency this place ever had was that shit was going to be late...but more so than that it was going to be a good got damn show stacked with top quality that matched the work done by those who brought this place to life to begin with. KNow that is all I ever tried to do was give you back a piece of what you gave to me. I wanted to bring your chars to life to help bring this place to life and I feel over the course of almost two years we accomplished that. We saw some great feuds, some amazing matches, and some priceless, unbelievable, amazing, top notch RPS...and like I said from the moment we posted the first set of results until right now...THAT IS WHAT MADE US THE BEST GOT DAMN FED IN THE WORLD! If I let any of you down along the way I sincerely apologise, that was never my intention...Bc I read each and every single rp that was ever posted in this fed no less than 4 times each. I loved every single one of them in their own way...Even the bad ones!
To those who rejoined us from the AOL DAYS...Hopefully I played some small role in helping you adapt to how the game is played today and helped find your love and respark your passion for this game, because as I have said a million times over and will believe until the day I die...THe most talented crop of rpers in my opinion after 30 years of playing this game hands down without question was that bunch from the AOL DAYS...Seeing all of you come back to life and take your place upon the modern era know that I consider it a privleage to have worked with all of you and walk away content and glad knowing I played apart in making sure your names and legacies weren't lost in time like everything else on AOL, because as stupidly gifted and amazingly talented as each of you are/were in your own right the rpers of today have a great deal to learn from you and the game still needed to see some of your epic clashes and knowing a handful of those went down here in OPW is a pride, honor, and privleage that will make this place live on forever for me...And I can't even begin to express what that means to me, so I will simply offer this raggedy ass THANK YOU and pray to God that hits home enough to where you all one day gain a fraction of an understanding of how much it actually meant to me...
To those of you who rejoined me from the ASHES of New Edge Wrestling. There are a few less here than when we started, but that's OK because those of you that stuck with me are all on the list I would make if I had to make one of RPers from there that I would want on a fed I ran. I sought you all out individually and even though the pitch may have sounded eerily similar to a few of you please know that they were all still given with an individual passion that spoke to your individual talents and convictions. I wanted you all here because I know you could be more than what you were there, because one of the things I promised all of you was that this place would be like NEW only with none of the bad and ALL OF THE GOOD...and I would like to think for the most part that is precisely what I delivered to each of you. One of the main and most selfish reasons I wanted to do this to begin with is because of the dream matches, scenarios, classic and unforgettable moments that would come from the mixing of the talents, minds, and work of the two best and most hard working generations I have ever seen in this game. And while I can personally say I probably saw more than my fair share I can also walk away gladly knowing that the surfaced hasn't even been scratched as far as that shit is concerned. So I pray that you all stay the course and continue to learn and grow together because believe me the two generations working together could only mean great things for the future...Especially with a generation presently coming up that could stand to learn from people with such talent, experience, wisdom, and time spent doing this wonderful one of a kind sanity swallowing game of ours! Together we built somewhere i felt was superior of NEW in many regards and where you all are taking it from here i truly feel and believe is the place that I had originally intended OPW to be, but due to contraints placved on it by me kept it from getting there. And I don't say that looking for sympathy because as I said eariler i have no regrets, because I gave eacvh and every last person who ever rp'd for OPW everything I had and then some. But I also want you all to know going forward that it is now your turns to adopt and live that mentality...because each of you will make the actual contribution to this game that you were always meant to when you do just that! SO to all of you once again thank you for taking a chance on a fed that was run by probably the biggest asshole you ever played this game with, and stuck with me this long despite that not really changing all that much. It was just as much of a pleasure working with all of you as it was then...And despite all the greantess I saw here in OPW I know all of you are capable of so much more..And don't worry I will be keeping an eye to make sure that you make it there because believe me you won't be happy unless you do, and don't ever leave this game unless you have given it your all...Otherwise they will always be able to suck your ass back in...ASK ME HOW I KNOW...I LoVE YALL!
And to all of those I met for the VERY FIRST TIME! I will admit there aren't very many on this list...Definitley not as many as I had hoped, as most of the modern rpers came and went over their course of OPW, but that was largely inpart due to they were intimidated by the level of talent here in OPW, and hid behind the uqality/quantity argument...But here in OPW where we aren't full of shit to those of you that stuck it out and carved out your places I commend you. One thing I tried to make everyone understand from day one until now is that this game is filled with so many different styles, points of view, and methods of playing this game...And one of the things I hoped to accomplish with OPW was that it would be a home to all styles and manners of rping. Because length, style, quality they all matter. But what must be done is that all three generations...The AOL people...The GFED/NEW PPL..and the modern people come together and build a fed that stands above and beyond any and everyone else out there...And together you guys work together to create and IRON OUT a style of rping that becomes the standard in this game of ours and I firmly believe the group..the very roster that exists here in OPW's final days is the exact roster to be able to at the very least start us all down the road where that request becomes truth...where that truth becomes REAL...and as my kids say where that REAL BECOMES LIFE! Because the talent on this roster from top to bottom proves that we can all work together and that we all no matter hoiw long we have been doing this shit for decades, years, or months we all are still learning and can still learn from each other. Use every success as well as every failure...Never ever take each other or your talents for granted, because as long as someone shows up and is willing to do the work in order to belong then you all reach out and help them find a way to belong...Because that ladies and gentlemen is how you become the best! Because the more people that believe in it means there are more than can and will contribute to it...and the more that contribute to it the bigger it gets...and the bigger it gets the harder it is to ignore...And the more they can't ignore it just means more of them have to accept it...That the work you do here with each other...Building towards a future telling your stories putting your heart work and talent into this shit...Despite what anyone ever tells you or thinks of you....Incase any of you ever forget MOTHER PHUCKERS I'm TELLING YA RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW...THE WORK YOU DO HERE PHUCKING MEANS SOMETHING...IT IS VERY SPECIAL AND IT IS LIVING BREATING BLACK AND WHITE...INDIVIDUAL AND COLLABORATIVE PROOF THAT YOU HAVE A TALENT UNLIKE ANY OTHER THIS GAME OR THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN...ANd should anyone stumble across OPW...FIGHT or whatever comes after on accident or on PURPOSE they will know that by reading any bit of it. ANd I mean that shit more than anything I have told you or will ever tell you for the rest of my life. So I don't know where I go after this...Maybe Ill come back maybe I wont...And even if this truly is the end of OPW...I just want to say thank you all for helping make this place something special. Because we fought for it...And I fought for all of you! And if you all ever feel lost just come back here and you can feel home...Bc that is what this place was built for and that is what this place will always be! It was the start of all of your greatness, because I truly believe it awaits every last one of you on the horizon! SO thank you for starting here it was a pleasure, a joy, and truly an experience woring with every single one of you, and know I walk away with no regrets and so should everyone of you. You all are heading to a place in the best hands possinle. If I were to hand select a group of people to carry on what it is we did here it wouldf be the exact group that is leading you into the future now! SO please focus on nothing but that and look back on OPW with nothing but fondness those are the only two things I ask....Now having said that I do have one last request, and that is eacvh and every single one of you spare me one, two, or three more seconds or however long it takes you all to
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!!SoME!!!!!
!!!!!!!UP!!!!!!!
Cause Every SHRED of OPW's SUCCESS IS YOUR JUST AS MUCH AS IT IS MINE!!!
THANK YOU ALL
LOVE YOU ALL
(YES EVERY GOT DAMN ONE OF YOU)