Post by Rivers on Jul 28, 2022 10:21:46 GMT -5
Fading in we see a door, but not just any door. Hazy but auto focus reveals a name on the door, and it reads "The Paragona of Amerikana Johnny F'n Stylez. This very familiar song begins to play in the background intertwined with the production video.
"Start spreading the news"
"I'm leaving today"
Without warning, and a site that would catch any man, or woman off guard the current door we are looking at splinters into a million shards as Chris Gibson comes through it onto the floor. Stylez walks out and looks down at Gibson, and then looks up at the camera with a huge shit eating grin on his face. Stylez then holds up Gibson's contract, and a blunt in the other hand. He touches the contract to the blunt, watching as it goes up in flames. Stylez then flicks the roach at the security camera as we fade out.
Fading back in we're now at Ellis Island and you could literally get lost in this sea of a million people, but it doesn't take long to notice that Rivers has stopped by the famous site. On this day I was given an ear piece to give my thoughts regarding Showcase, and one Layla Lionheart the newest challenger to my Prestige Title.
"New York, a place where it all started, and all ended for some. Especially in one night! We'll save the depressing shit for another night. It was so tragic what happened to Chris Gibson. He legitimately believed he had enough balls to walk into Johnny's office, and demand that the rules be changed to cater to him. He was running high on emotion, and believed for all intents and purposes that he was the rightful Prestige Champion. What he was so mad about was that he himself turned into another Jason Ryan. He lost the belt before he really got started. Let me tell Mr. Gibson a very important life lesson he should have already learned in the life. Shit happens! Nobody has an easy life, and this belt here on my shoulder is going to change hands. It doesn't mean I can't win it back. The time I have with it is the most important. I wasn't there to see the boot licker get fired, but I'm told I will receive a video I can watch later. If it's as good as I think it is I'll have to mark it as a highlight in my ever expanding video library."
"There's a specific reason why I keep coming back here. New York has a special place in my heart. The Statue of Liberty represents the struggle, and fight for all of us. In a city where the crime rate just as important as being a genderless X what the hell else can you say about New York? What's that? I'm being told here in this ear piece that I just shit on the meaning of the Statue of Liberty. Oh well, that didn't take long. What do you say we get the hell out of here, and get into some trouble eh?"
Rick's Cabaret gave the OPW a full invitation to film inside. A rarity that few are given, but they had no choice. I stopped inside so I could eat a steak and enjoy the sites around me. Most people don't know this but you can get a lot of business done in a strip club because nobody bothers you. Beside these ladies were out to impress me, and impress I'm sure they would. I'm at the rooftop smoking lounge where I get the news of who I'm facing at Showcase. The last blip I can make out is a trailing "and don't fuck this up too" well it's going to be a long night. From bringing along the OPW Prestige Title with me, to possibly banging one or more of these bitches when I get home. It was shaping up to be a very long night.
"Before I get to Layla Lionheart I need to explain something. I tipped my hat to the now disgraced, and fired Chris Gibson. It was a nod of respect, but you'll be happy to know I had that fedora burned. I may be a lot of things but I'm also a professional. Too many people in the OPW think they can throw their weight around without paying you the proper respect. That's fine. Now I have the OPW Prestige Title, and guess what? I'm going to defend it with an iron fucking fist."
A topless cabaret waitress comes by Rivers dropping off the Crown, and coke he ordered. She also tells him that his steak will be ready in a few minutes. I tip her a ten, and watch her saunter off with a smile.
"Layla, I have to be honest with you from the start. I really don't know anything about you other than your last name. I'm not about to blow smoke up your vagina, and play the pretend game. All that really intrigues me is your last name. Which by the way has the same name as the shitty martial arts Van Damme movie."
The topless cabaret waitress stops by again to deliver Rivers his lunch. Let's call her "Star" since she loved the red, white, and blue, or at least that was the color of her g-string. She also had a set of tits a man like Johnny Stylez would die for. Well done, the perfect steak, I take my first bite, and have to admit, its one of the best steaks I've ever tasted. I, then lean back for a moment relaxing as I wave Star back over, and tip her a 50 for the steak. I take another bite savoring the flavor before moving again to my opponent for this week.
"It's very rare to find a personality like mine Ms. Lionheart. A lot of us are orphans in this life, and I'm no exception. For a woman who wanted a shot at the champion you sure haven't been acting like it. I, seem to get that a lot. Maybe you had other obligations that held you back. Let me be clear though. I'm the champion, and you have to take this belt from me. It's not the other way around. I don't have any other obligations. Other than to show up per my contract. I'm sure you can hear my disgust too but you brought this upon yourself. I'm not a man who falls for the charm of my female competition. I'm not a liberal, and I don't mince words. Women have an advantage over men, in that, they can use their assets to get by. Convince others of things that are not there. I thought you'd use this tactic to your advantage. Obviously, you're not that smart, and that leads into your second mistake. You don't seem like you have the heart of a lion. You're not acting like you want to be here, and understand I'm judging you by your actions thus far. You've been as quiet as a church mouse. No introduction at all. What are you afraid of? You know that? Forget I even asked that. You're right to be afraid. Your silence confirms it, and to say I hope you stay silent is an understatement. I sincerely hope you stay silent because I would love an easy night, but nothing about my life is ever easy."
Finishing my steak Star comes back, and now takes my plate and a few more shot glasses of crown, and coke. She also slips me her number as I side it into my suit coat pocket. I tip her five hundred from my money clip, and then head out. Rick's called me a taxi, and while I was waiting I had some more thoughts.
"It's also coming to my attention that I may be intimidated that you're a woman, and I may indeed have a personal issue with facing a woman. Let me expel those rumors right now. I'm an equal opportunity ass kicker. I'd fight your grandma if the money was right. Have to tell you though, that based on your lack of attention I'm inclined to believe that your grandma would be the better fighter. At this point Layla I'd make my way down your family tree beating the hell out of them until I got to you. That's a lot of unknown generations of my family beating yours. My family even though I've never met them is better than yours. By a mile! You're making this too easy for me. Knowing how easy you are I have a proposition for you. I'll make short work of you in the ring. After I've successfully defended my belt the party doesn't have to end Layla. Me, my Prestige Title, and yourself can return to the hotel room for a little private time. I truly hope you're not a prude. With a name like lionheart I thought for sure you were something special in the ring but maybe that only applies to the bedroom. Time will tell. I expect an answer Layla. With the proper respect. Because I'm going to have to dismantle you in the ring I don't want there to be any bad feelings. Nothing personal. It's just business."
As I arrive in the cab I get a phone call. I place the phone to my ear, normally not showing any reaction, but this gets a reaction for me, and on the way to my destination I figure I might as well hammer the point home. Beat a dead horse if you will.
"Layla, how are you going to convince myself, or anybody else that you're serious when you refuse to show up? You do know that is bad business, correct? The OPW doesn't make any money, and we are all in this business to make money. Especially yours truly. You're now hurting my way of life, and I have to show you why that is a very bad decision. I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life. Some worked out for me, and others did not. I've been to the very top of the mountain, and to the lowest of lows. I've risen like a Phoenix, and now I'm champion again. Nobody, and I mean nobody works harder than I do. You're about to learn that first hand. I'm not mixing business with pleasure. At least not yet."
I arrive at the Prism at Park Ave South. 50 East 28th Street.
(The following takes place off camera)
I look up and think to myself if you wanted to hide out this would be the perfect luxury apartment. I walk inside of the lobby where my phone rings again. I open it and again place it to my ear.
"You're being set up"
"Simara Wolf is fucking Torment, he is not her uncle"
"Kill them both, and make it look like an accident"
I drop my cell phone for a moment, before again picking it up. Since I'm all ready here I decide to rent one of these apartments so I can think of my next move. Leave it to me to try, and be involved with somebody, and they're all ready involved. Before I send somebody off of this planet I need to know why they're trying to fuck me over. I can't believe I just dropped an extra sixteen grand on an apartment I'll be leaving next week, but my head is now swimming. I had to put those thoughts out of my mind though. I had a Prestige Title shot to focus on no matter how inept my opponent was. I laid the Prestige Title across the lavish couch, and then pulled out my phone to video myself to finish up my thoughts regarding my Prestige Title match.
:Recording:
"Layla, you know even though I've got other things in my life I still remain focused on my Prestige Title match, and while there may be carnage in the big apple Friday, you may not even survive the build up. Which is a shame. I was expecting so much more out of a person with a unique last name. The OPW was leading me to believe that I had to be worried. Much to my chagrin, all you've proven is that I'm going to remain champion for a very long time. I guess I should say thank you for not being a threat to my success. Layla, I know this next little piece of imagery may offend you, disgust you, and even may turn your stomach a little but it needs to be said. Judging by your work ethic Stylez got one hell of a lazy blow job. I would say that I'm offended but Mason Moore gives such a good experience that you'd think that would translate well to other women. Clearly Lionheart, is not suited for your last name. We need to give you a new last name. Something that really encapsulates what you stand for. Layla Lazybone works for me better. Why? Because you refuse to get off of your ass to do anything, and at Showcase much like your Prestige Title shot you're just going to be another wasted opportunity"
:End Recording:
I dial a number on my phone, and when the voice on the other end answers I run down a list of things I need to pull off a performance of a life time, and one I'd never thought I'd ever have to make people believe in. I was going to attempt to pull of a scene from Darkman. This was either going to go off without a hitch, or it would go down in flames. I peered out to the New York skyline delivering a heavy sigh, but more than anything I was ready to defend my Prestige Title. I then as my last act of mixing business with pleasure invited Star to come over after she got off of work. Might as well make her sparkle before leaving this town.
"Start spreading the news"
"I'm leaving today"
Without warning, and a site that would catch any man, or woman off guard the current door we are looking at splinters into a million shards as Chris Gibson comes through it onto the floor. Stylez walks out and looks down at Gibson, and then looks up at the camera with a huge shit eating grin on his face. Stylez then holds up Gibson's contract, and a blunt in the other hand. He touches the contract to the blunt, watching as it goes up in flames. Stylez then flicks the roach at the security camera as we fade out.
Fading back in we're now at Ellis Island and you could literally get lost in this sea of a million people, but it doesn't take long to notice that Rivers has stopped by the famous site. On this day I was given an ear piece to give my thoughts regarding Showcase, and one Layla Lionheart the newest challenger to my Prestige Title.
"New York, a place where it all started, and all ended for some. Especially in one night! We'll save the depressing shit for another night. It was so tragic what happened to Chris Gibson. He legitimately believed he had enough balls to walk into Johnny's office, and demand that the rules be changed to cater to him. He was running high on emotion, and believed for all intents and purposes that he was the rightful Prestige Champion. What he was so mad about was that he himself turned into another Jason Ryan. He lost the belt before he really got started. Let me tell Mr. Gibson a very important life lesson he should have already learned in the life. Shit happens! Nobody has an easy life, and this belt here on my shoulder is going to change hands. It doesn't mean I can't win it back. The time I have with it is the most important. I wasn't there to see the boot licker get fired, but I'm told I will receive a video I can watch later. If it's as good as I think it is I'll have to mark it as a highlight in my ever expanding video library."
"There's a specific reason why I keep coming back here. New York has a special place in my heart. The Statue of Liberty represents the struggle, and fight for all of us. In a city where the crime rate just as important as being a genderless X what the hell else can you say about New York? What's that? I'm being told here in this ear piece that I just shit on the meaning of the Statue of Liberty. Oh well, that didn't take long. What do you say we get the hell out of here, and get into some trouble eh?"
Rick's Cabaret gave the OPW a full invitation to film inside. A rarity that few are given, but they had no choice. I stopped inside so I could eat a steak and enjoy the sites around me. Most people don't know this but you can get a lot of business done in a strip club because nobody bothers you. Beside these ladies were out to impress me, and impress I'm sure they would. I'm at the rooftop smoking lounge where I get the news of who I'm facing at Showcase. The last blip I can make out is a trailing "and don't fuck this up too" well it's going to be a long night. From bringing along the OPW Prestige Title with me, to possibly banging one or more of these bitches when I get home. It was shaping up to be a very long night.
"Before I get to Layla Lionheart I need to explain something. I tipped my hat to the now disgraced, and fired Chris Gibson. It was a nod of respect, but you'll be happy to know I had that fedora burned. I may be a lot of things but I'm also a professional. Too many people in the OPW think they can throw their weight around without paying you the proper respect. That's fine. Now I have the OPW Prestige Title, and guess what? I'm going to defend it with an iron fucking fist."
A topless cabaret waitress comes by Rivers dropping off the Crown, and coke he ordered. She also tells him that his steak will be ready in a few minutes. I tip her a ten, and watch her saunter off with a smile.
"Layla, I have to be honest with you from the start. I really don't know anything about you other than your last name. I'm not about to blow smoke up your vagina, and play the pretend game. All that really intrigues me is your last name. Which by the way has the same name as the shitty martial arts Van Damme movie."
The topless cabaret waitress stops by again to deliver Rivers his lunch. Let's call her "Star" since she loved the red, white, and blue, or at least that was the color of her g-string. She also had a set of tits a man like Johnny Stylez would die for. Well done, the perfect steak, I take my first bite, and have to admit, its one of the best steaks I've ever tasted. I, then lean back for a moment relaxing as I wave Star back over, and tip her a 50 for the steak. I take another bite savoring the flavor before moving again to my opponent for this week.
"It's very rare to find a personality like mine Ms. Lionheart. A lot of us are orphans in this life, and I'm no exception. For a woman who wanted a shot at the champion you sure haven't been acting like it. I, seem to get that a lot. Maybe you had other obligations that held you back. Let me be clear though. I'm the champion, and you have to take this belt from me. It's not the other way around. I don't have any other obligations. Other than to show up per my contract. I'm sure you can hear my disgust too but you brought this upon yourself. I'm not a man who falls for the charm of my female competition. I'm not a liberal, and I don't mince words. Women have an advantage over men, in that, they can use their assets to get by. Convince others of things that are not there. I thought you'd use this tactic to your advantage. Obviously, you're not that smart, and that leads into your second mistake. You don't seem like you have the heart of a lion. You're not acting like you want to be here, and understand I'm judging you by your actions thus far. You've been as quiet as a church mouse. No introduction at all. What are you afraid of? You know that? Forget I even asked that. You're right to be afraid. Your silence confirms it, and to say I hope you stay silent is an understatement. I sincerely hope you stay silent because I would love an easy night, but nothing about my life is ever easy."
Finishing my steak Star comes back, and now takes my plate and a few more shot glasses of crown, and coke. She also slips me her number as I side it into my suit coat pocket. I tip her five hundred from my money clip, and then head out. Rick's called me a taxi, and while I was waiting I had some more thoughts.
"It's also coming to my attention that I may be intimidated that you're a woman, and I may indeed have a personal issue with facing a woman. Let me expel those rumors right now. I'm an equal opportunity ass kicker. I'd fight your grandma if the money was right. Have to tell you though, that based on your lack of attention I'm inclined to believe that your grandma would be the better fighter. At this point Layla I'd make my way down your family tree beating the hell out of them until I got to you. That's a lot of unknown generations of my family beating yours. My family even though I've never met them is better than yours. By a mile! You're making this too easy for me. Knowing how easy you are I have a proposition for you. I'll make short work of you in the ring. After I've successfully defended my belt the party doesn't have to end Layla. Me, my Prestige Title, and yourself can return to the hotel room for a little private time. I truly hope you're not a prude. With a name like lionheart I thought for sure you were something special in the ring but maybe that only applies to the bedroom. Time will tell. I expect an answer Layla. With the proper respect. Because I'm going to have to dismantle you in the ring I don't want there to be any bad feelings. Nothing personal. It's just business."
As I arrive in the cab I get a phone call. I place the phone to my ear, normally not showing any reaction, but this gets a reaction for me, and on the way to my destination I figure I might as well hammer the point home. Beat a dead horse if you will.
"Layla, how are you going to convince myself, or anybody else that you're serious when you refuse to show up? You do know that is bad business, correct? The OPW doesn't make any money, and we are all in this business to make money. Especially yours truly. You're now hurting my way of life, and I have to show you why that is a very bad decision. I've made a lot of bad decisions in my life. Some worked out for me, and others did not. I've been to the very top of the mountain, and to the lowest of lows. I've risen like a Phoenix, and now I'm champion again. Nobody, and I mean nobody works harder than I do. You're about to learn that first hand. I'm not mixing business with pleasure. At least not yet."
I arrive at the Prism at Park Ave South. 50 East 28th Street.
(The following takes place off camera)
I look up and think to myself if you wanted to hide out this would be the perfect luxury apartment. I walk inside of the lobby where my phone rings again. I open it and again place it to my ear.
"You're being set up"
"Simara Wolf is fucking Torment, he is not her uncle"
"Kill them both, and make it look like an accident"
I drop my cell phone for a moment, before again picking it up. Since I'm all ready here I decide to rent one of these apartments so I can think of my next move. Leave it to me to try, and be involved with somebody, and they're all ready involved. Before I send somebody off of this planet I need to know why they're trying to fuck me over. I can't believe I just dropped an extra sixteen grand on an apartment I'll be leaving next week, but my head is now swimming. I had to put those thoughts out of my mind though. I had a Prestige Title shot to focus on no matter how inept my opponent was. I laid the Prestige Title across the lavish couch, and then pulled out my phone to video myself to finish up my thoughts regarding my Prestige Title match.
:Recording:
"Layla, you know even though I've got other things in my life I still remain focused on my Prestige Title match, and while there may be carnage in the big apple Friday, you may not even survive the build up. Which is a shame. I was expecting so much more out of a person with a unique last name. The OPW was leading me to believe that I had to be worried. Much to my chagrin, all you've proven is that I'm going to remain champion for a very long time. I guess I should say thank you for not being a threat to my success. Layla, I know this next little piece of imagery may offend you, disgust you, and even may turn your stomach a little but it needs to be said. Judging by your work ethic Stylez got one hell of a lazy blow job. I would say that I'm offended but Mason Moore gives such a good experience that you'd think that would translate well to other women. Clearly Lionheart, is not suited for your last name. We need to give you a new last name. Something that really encapsulates what you stand for. Layla Lazybone works for me better. Why? Because you refuse to get off of your ass to do anything, and at Showcase much like your Prestige Title shot you're just going to be another wasted opportunity"
:End Recording:
I dial a number on my phone, and when the voice on the other end answers I run down a list of things I need to pull off a performance of a life time, and one I'd never thought I'd ever have to make people believe in. I was going to attempt to pull of a scene from Darkman. This was either going to go off without a hitch, or it would go down in flames. I peered out to the New York skyline delivering a heavy sigh, but more than anything I was ready to defend my Prestige Title. I then as my last act of mixing business with pleasure invited Star to come over after she got off of work. Might as well make her sparkle before leaving this town.