Post by Rivers on Jul 11, 2022 11:54:09 GMT -5
The first person view of a camera is outside the door of a big luxurious mansion, and as the door opens it follows inside. Once inside you see a grand double sided staircase, with 24 karat gold rails. With just that imagery we wonder how many rooms this thing has, and just who the fuck actually lives here. But, in true OPW style you know you'll find out eventually.
The camera follows until we are in the media room where every archive of the OPW library is stored, and that's when it dawns on us where we are. If you need it explained to you then you're on a need to know basis, and you'll never know. It doesn't take long to understand who stopped by for a visit though. Although we don't understand the reason for his visit it is now about to become apparent.
"Johnny invited me over, and I definitely got more than I bargained for. In a good way as he bet me I couldn't do a promo in a certain way, and we all know by know I'm always up to prove somebody wrong. Especially Johnny."
The camera doesn't find the guest it was looking for however and ascends up the staircase until it gets to the top, and continues on until it arrives into one of the many bedrooms this mansion must have. There we see something that should come as no surprise to any viewer, but because of it's nature we will obviously of course save that for the very end.
"I'm here to respond to Jason Ryan, and normally my schedule would never allow me to do this, but Johnny called in a special favor. We have this bet going, and if I didn't at least attempt this, well I'm sure you'd know how the rest of my matches would be scheduled."
We can see that Rivers face is flushed, and he is trying very hard to keep his composure before giving in to whatever this bet is that he, and Johnny Stylez have going, so we know Rivers is a professional, and will continue until he can no longer if that possibility arises.
"Jason, have you forgotten that we're professionals, and here you are crying over losing a belt? A belt, you can win back at any time. You're over here pissing a fit about Chris Gibson. Do you know what that does when you do that in this business? It makes his stock go up. It means he is doing his job. I've never been to prison, but maybe OPW can create a specialty title for you. You know, for how many times you've been ass raped while you were in there. It makes the most sense considering your constant need for attention. You have some obsession with Dark Tiger too. I don't know what that is, but maybe it stems from your PTSD from prison. Or maybe you secretly have a crush. How am I suppose to know? I'm sure you know how this business works, but in case you don't allow me to explain it to you. We're the talent, and Johnny, being the owner who employs us brings in other talent to face us. With the main goal being to either move up, or stay in a division until such a time where we move to another division because we're better than where we started out from. If you have dreams of staying in the Prestige division, then by all means please continue to act like an ex con who hasn't hit his knees for a forced blow job. I have higher standards, and I always have. I'm constantly evolving, and getting better because unlike you I actually take myself to task. I don't have the time or luxury to complain. I'm a professional. I'll tell you something else as well. I'll never get caught, or serve one day in prison for anything I do. For one I take extreme precautions that no man should have to live by, and secondly Christian Rivers is an alias. I've never revealed what my real name is and I never will. Why remove the intrigue? While you were getting ass raped while awaiting your mandatory release I was killing mother fuckers on the daily, and reaping the rewards. I had a crew I worked for, but eventually it was just easier to cut out the middle man, and go into business for myself. You know when the motherfucker who doesn't exist has to show up, and set you straight that you've royally fucked yourself. Sounds like that's something you're use too. I hope you're serious about letting Chris Gibson keep that belt too because whenever that title comes back to me it will have been well worth it. He, like you needs to understand nobody dictates my life. I've been Prestige Champion before. I've got nothing to lose. If you think after two years I came back for a win loss record, well you're just as brainless as Chris Gibson."
I feel my legs start to quiver, and the only thing that kept coming into my mind was the fact that this girl was Phreeq. This probably wasn't the last bet I made with Johnny, but I still would have no idea what the stakes would be or how much that would be raised.
"Jason, there's a description for you, and after seeing this you're most likely going to shit your pants with painful aggression. I'll continue since you'll have a pause button to continue watching this. I'll presume you've changed into some new depends. Now, we call you a paper champion. I'm sure now that you've revealed your huge man crush on Chris Gibson he'll go through the motions of saying how he is the true champion, and will keep the belt, blah, blah. The reality of this business is nobody keeps a title for that long. Unless, they're better than originally believed, or they just have no competition. While you've just regulated yourself to jobber status by lowering your stock, and raising his I'm sure as shit not going to follow your lead. You're suppose to lead by example, and in your case Jason you're a horrible example. Myself, I'm not one to make excuses, but I'm still shaking off a little bit of ring rust, and inexperience from being gone for two years, but go ahead, and worry yourself to death. Go on a coke bender, and die of an overdose so nobody has to see you or your advocate's face again. Since you have no semblance of what this business is. It's time you hear this Jason. The world does not revolve around you. It's about time you heard that. If you want something you have to put the work into it, and trust me when I tell you that I'm always putting the work into it. How is this reality check working out for you? I bet you wished you had never uttered my fucking name. You told me I'd bow to you after that ladder match. That'd I'd beg for your mercy, and I'm sure deep down you believed I'd leave the Prestige division. You suffered a rude awakening. Not only did I not leave but you lost your title, and it shattered all that you were. You're fucking pathetic Jason. How the mighty have fallen. I can see the tears streaming down your face now. While you can never prove the horrible things you've done. Everybody knows the horrible things I've done, and I'll never change, or apologize for any of them. It got me here, and much to the displeasure of everybody on this fucking roster I'm not going any where. Much to the displeasure of Chris Gibson I'm not going any where either. Just putting that out there. See, I don't give a flying fuck what people think of me or what my current status is. I'm always going forward. Struggles, build success. I don't allow anybody to knock me down whether I win or lose. Because it only takes one moment to catapult you back into the den of wolves. Nobody knows when that moment will be but I'll get there again. Since you've taken yourself out indefinitely I'd advise you of this. Keep your word, or you won't have to worry about Dark Tiger. I'll do the OPW a favor, and toss your ass into a Crematorium. Just for the hell of it. Just because your pain, your screams, and the thought of you burning alive would be music to my ears. Sounds like you want your career finished off and I'll be happy to oblige you Jason. Show you what a horrible person looks like in real life. Show the OPW what they've been dying to see. I'm feeling like myself more, and more every day."
It's at this point the camera lowers to reveal that Mason Moore is sucking Rivers dick, and he finally waves off the bet, but Mason Moore continues until she is confident she has Rivers under her spell, and then in the background we can hear Johnny laughing, and belting out an "I always win!" and slowly we fade to static.
The camera follows until we are in the media room where every archive of the OPW library is stored, and that's when it dawns on us where we are. If you need it explained to you then you're on a need to know basis, and you'll never know. It doesn't take long to understand who stopped by for a visit though. Although we don't understand the reason for his visit it is now about to become apparent.
"Johnny invited me over, and I definitely got more than I bargained for. In a good way as he bet me I couldn't do a promo in a certain way, and we all know by know I'm always up to prove somebody wrong. Especially Johnny."
The camera doesn't find the guest it was looking for however and ascends up the staircase until it gets to the top, and continues on until it arrives into one of the many bedrooms this mansion must have. There we see something that should come as no surprise to any viewer, but because of it's nature we will obviously of course save that for the very end.
"I'm here to respond to Jason Ryan, and normally my schedule would never allow me to do this, but Johnny called in a special favor. We have this bet going, and if I didn't at least attempt this, well I'm sure you'd know how the rest of my matches would be scheduled."
We can see that Rivers face is flushed, and he is trying very hard to keep his composure before giving in to whatever this bet is that he, and Johnny Stylez have going, so we know Rivers is a professional, and will continue until he can no longer if that possibility arises.
"Jason, have you forgotten that we're professionals, and here you are crying over losing a belt? A belt, you can win back at any time. You're over here pissing a fit about Chris Gibson. Do you know what that does when you do that in this business? It makes his stock go up. It means he is doing his job. I've never been to prison, but maybe OPW can create a specialty title for you. You know, for how many times you've been ass raped while you were in there. It makes the most sense considering your constant need for attention. You have some obsession with Dark Tiger too. I don't know what that is, but maybe it stems from your PTSD from prison. Or maybe you secretly have a crush. How am I suppose to know? I'm sure you know how this business works, but in case you don't allow me to explain it to you. We're the talent, and Johnny, being the owner who employs us brings in other talent to face us. With the main goal being to either move up, or stay in a division until such a time where we move to another division because we're better than where we started out from. If you have dreams of staying in the Prestige division, then by all means please continue to act like an ex con who hasn't hit his knees for a forced blow job. I have higher standards, and I always have. I'm constantly evolving, and getting better because unlike you I actually take myself to task. I don't have the time or luxury to complain. I'm a professional. I'll tell you something else as well. I'll never get caught, or serve one day in prison for anything I do. For one I take extreme precautions that no man should have to live by, and secondly Christian Rivers is an alias. I've never revealed what my real name is and I never will. Why remove the intrigue? While you were getting ass raped while awaiting your mandatory release I was killing mother fuckers on the daily, and reaping the rewards. I had a crew I worked for, but eventually it was just easier to cut out the middle man, and go into business for myself. You know when the motherfucker who doesn't exist has to show up, and set you straight that you've royally fucked yourself. Sounds like that's something you're use too. I hope you're serious about letting Chris Gibson keep that belt too because whenever that title comes back to me it will have been well worth it. He, like you needs to understand nobody dictates my life. I've been Prestige Champion before. I've got nothing to lose. If you think after two years I came back for a win loss record, well you're just as brainless as Chris Gibson."
I feel my legs start to quiver, and the only thing that kept coming into my mind was the fact that this girl was Phreeq. This probably wasn't the last bet I made with Johnny, but I still would have no idea what the stakes would be or how much that would be raised.
"Jason, there's a description for you, and after seeing this you're most likely going to shit your pants with painful aggression. I'll continue since you'll have a pause button to continue watching this. I'll presume you've changed into some new depends. Now, we call you a paper champion. I'm sure now that you've revealed your huge man crush on Chris Gibson he'll go through the motions of saying how he is the true champion, and will keep the belt, blah, blah. The reality of this business is nobody keeps a title for that long. Unless, they're better than originally believed, or they just have no competition. While you've just regulated yourself to jobber status by lowering your stock, and raising his I'm sure as shit not going to follow your lead. You're suppose to lead by example, and in your case Jason you're a horrible example. Myself, I'm not one to make excuses, but I'm still shaking off a little bit of ring rust, and inexperience from being gone for two years, but go ahead, and worry yourself to death. Go on a coke bender, and die of an overdose so nobody has to see you or your advocate's face again. Since you have no semblance of what this business is. It's time you hear this Jason. The world does not revolve around you. It's about time you heard that. If you want something you have to put the work into it, and trust me when I tell you that I'm always putting the work into it. How is this reality check working out for you? I bet you wished you had never uttered my fucking name. You told me I'd bow to you after that ladder match. That'd I'd beg for your mercy, and I'm sure deep down you believed I'd leave the Prestige division. You suffered a rude awakening. Not only did I not leave but you lost your title, and it shattered all that you were. You're fucking pathetic Jason. How the mighty have fallen. I can see the tears streaming down your face now. While you can never prove the horrible things you've done. Everybody knows the horrible things I've done, and I'll never change, or apologize for any of them. It got me here, and much to the displeasure of everybody on this fucking roster I'm not going any where. Much to the displeasure of Chris Gibson I'm not going any where either. Just putting that out there. See, I don't give a flying fuck what people think of me or what my current status is. I'm always going forward. Struggles, build success. I don't allow anybody to knock me down whether I win or lose. Because it only takes one moment to catapult you back into the den of wolves. Nobody knows when that moment will be but I'll get there again. Since you've taken yourself out indefinitely I'd advise you of this. Keep your word, or you won't have to worry about Dark Tiger. I'll do the OPW a favor, and toss your ass into a Crematorium. Just for the hell of it. Just because your pain, your screams, and the thought of you burning alive would be music to my ears. Sounds like you want your career finished off and I'll be happy to oblige you Jason. Show you what a horrible person looks like in real life. Show the OPW what they've been dying to see. I'm feeling like myself more, and more every day."
It's at this point the camera lowers to reveal that Mason Moore is sucking Rivers dick, and he finally waves off the bet, but Mason Moore continues until she is confident she has Rivers under her spell, and then in the background we can hear Johnny laughing, and belting out an "I always win!" and slowly we fade to static.