Post by Rivers on May 2, 2020 19:42:32 GMT -5
"In this post Covid-19 world there were a lot of troubling things, and while others have been over the beginning stages; now we are in the transition stages. The news media has been building mass hysteria since this virus began. Every day is another field day where bogus research over takes any credible source, and as it makes its way through your air waves, and you partake the information you have a choice to make. Believe all of it, or question everything. I know my answer, what is yours? Now you may be asking yourself, just what does this have to do with Outlaw Pro Wrestling Christian? Well, its like this wrestling usually happens in cycles, and you often have to peel back the layers to actually see what is going on! Now, you can be labeled as a conspiracy theorist, just like the rest of the world. Have your words, and actions branded as nonsense. Be place in a sort of wrestling purgatory if you will. Those of us who have been there more than once understand this is not the place you want to be."
"You should never trust your government, because they've never given a fuck about you. All that posturing on television is an act. Behind closed doors, its all about who can line their pockets the fattest, while American's around the world starve. The brutal honest truth, and whether you like it or not, none of you can disagree with that fact!"
"But, you ask me where is the tyranny when the Government is protecting you? Can you not see it? Humans are being weaponized with this virus in order to push the Goverment's agenda, and transitioning to reopen the Economy is pushing the goverment's agenda even further. If the Government can virtually shut down your way of life over a virus that kills senior citizens, then you have a big problem with your government. The truth fucking hurts, and I'm taking the biggest shovel I can find, and heaping it on until you cannot stand to be around it. Every where you turn, there it is. Which brings me to last week. While the world goes to shit around us, I was placed into a no win situation. It seems like the only people who have the winning situations around this shit hole are Johnny Stylez, and his cunt, or ex cunt of a wife. But first lets examine last week shall we?"
"Tommy Kain, must be sucking dick to get ahead. So much dick in fact he believes that Brazzers is going to give him his own special. While that might entice some new eyes over to OPW, the only thing it makes me want to do is vomit all over the hall way where the office of Johnny Stylez belongs. Now not with standing the loss I faced, as I said earlier I was placed into a no win situation. I guess the optimal approach would have been to no show the match, but whether I stink the joint out, or I amaze them every night I'm going to show up unless situations beyond my control prevent me from doing so. Now once upon a time Insurgence was going to run rough shod all over OPW, and make them understand what an unstoppable force truly was. I haven't heard anything from Maddox, so since I have the opportunity to dethrone Johnny's cunt, or ex-cunt, whatever she is to him this week, I need an answer. And I expect the answer immediately. That means you either show up during my match ready to make Blair complain about what she loves to complain about, or you stay fucking gone, and I'll show you what real violence is! So Maddox, as you watch the clock, and you hear each tick, melt the time away don't forget to give me my answer because if I have to come looking for one you won't enjoy the fucking outcome!"
I arrived at the hangar and as I checked my pocket watch it was now 3:22 PM Eastern time. It was also 85 degrees outside. Not too hot, but hot enough to sit in front of the AC. There was a private plane for me to board. I had to book it, because OPW is too cheap to look out for its talent. None the less, I knew I had taken all the necessary precautions against governmental, and OPW interference so this plane taking me to Showcase would actually be up to my standards. It wasn't set to arrive for another hour, so that left me with some time on my hands. With the prospects of Tommy Kain, and Mike Maddox wrapped up it was now time to focus on my OPW Southern Championship match with the some would say "revered" Blair Buchanan. But there was nothing revered about her to me. Nothing!
Before I begin, I would just like to say, FUCK THE GOVERNMENT, AND FUCK THE SENIOR CITIZENS! I hope Covid-19 wipes out most, if not all of them. Survival of the fittest at its finest. Now, that we've gotten that out of the way here we stand Blair. You, and the man who doesn't usually give a fuck about titles, but about causes. I've looked around here, and I cannot for the life of me find a cause to get behind. You're here sitting pretty with the OPW Southern Championship, with hardly any competition. I think we know the answer to that question too. Because Johnny Stylez keeps it that way. All you have to do is give him a little of that Tommy Kain treatment, and boom! Another week with that title! Think I'm wrong, how about you actually prove me fucking wrong! Some people, and I don't know who they actually are, would venture to say that we're like. To those people whoever, and where ever they are I would just like to say please shut the fuck up, because you're completely clueless! I know what you're going to say too Blair. Well, you're not the Christian Rivers of old. The man who thought submission wrestling was superior to everything, and he would not change regardless of what was around him. Blair, let me explain something to you for a moment. There's this thing called "evolution" its just another word for change. Well there are some things I still do that are very methodical, there are other things I've had to change because well just for the hell of it those methods worked better. I love submission wrestling but it involves a lot of transitional set ups that well might come back to bite you in the ass if you know what I mean. So I have to adapt in the ring, and use that against the person I'm facing. In this case its you. If I do it better, and quicker then you're not going to be able to stop me, and you're going to lose. No matter how much you kick and scream against it you'll realize why I'm the better competitor here. I don't take anything for granted, and I leave no stone unturned! In many ways I can be my own worst enemy when it comes to the analysis of another person. Now, there is a theory I've been contemplating over. It's not a very long walk through, and its something you, yourself can understand. I'm going to explain it to you. Although, its probably something you'd rather not listen too that's just too fucking bad on your part! The theory is of course that Christian Rivers no longer belongs here any more. So out of pity they put me against you Blair Buchanan hoping that I will see the writing on the walls. Pass the torch, and watch as my own torch is of course extinguished. So goes another legend snuffed out and you can be the one to do it! It's a good theory, that holds a lot of weight when you examine my progress here in OPW. But, as everyody knows, or should know I walk to the beat of my own drum, and I do what I want whenever I want! Blair, let me just tell you before hand, and let me also tell your husband, ex husband, drug trafficker, Porn mogul, or whatever he is to you. You cannot, and will not snuff me out! Win, lose, or draw I'm bigger, and better than the OPW. You know it, and the rest of OPW knows it. I'm better than all of these champions, you included! If I have to step in the ring with Johnny Stylez to prove it I will. If I have to walk into the most brutal, insane, and never before seen stipulations to prove it then I will. It's not hard to see the writing on the wall Blair, and while this match between you, and I will most definitely steal the show. Don't think this is just about a title because you, and I know its about more!
My private plane finally arrives, and I'm amazed it is in fact four minutes early. I place my pocket watch back inside of my suit jacket. I'm guided by the attendee in charge of this that I can board early but will have to wait the other three to four minutes before take off, and that is just fine with me. I've got the most expensive champagne, and the most expensive dinner on board. I've spared no expense to myself. Just like I will spare no expense when it comes to my opponent Blair Buchanan.
Before we step inside the ring, and are on opposite ends of each other, there are just a few things I cannot understand. I'm sure you'll be happy to explain them to me during, or after this match is completed, and you're forced to call yourself a former champion. Number one on my list is what the in the fuck do you see in Johnny Stylez? I've had the unique disposition to tag with the man, and in that time I did not thing any woman would be able to stand him, much less marry, and have relations with the man. How can you stand to look in the mirror at yourself? Much less the house! What's worse is that you too have a child together. I think I speak for everybody involved when I say that child was better left off as being a bastard's child because at least the kid would have better examples of what to look up too. I know what you're thinking. Well let's pull out the long laundry list of women you've fucked, and you know what? You've probably got more bastard kids running around than any of us combined, and you know something? You're absolutely right. The difference is I'm a cold hearted bastard, and I'm not ashamed to admit. Fuck my children, and all the mothers who possibly had them. I get can get away with it, and you, well you can't. I'm sure that also burns you alive. That I'm so freely honest, and face little to no consequence. But, do you really want to know why I want this more than you do Blair? The answer is fairly simple, and I'm happy to answer it for you. Far be it for me to keep you, or anybody else in the dark.
In a little under four hours my private plane landed in the designed OPW hangar, and when I got out I've got to tell you that area was the shittiest thing I had ever seen. I mean ever seen but I was contractually obligated to praise it but fuck that garbage. Things didn't always good as planned. Just ask Johnny the first time he stuck his dick into Blair for example! As the jet's door lowered I stepped off of the plane, and naturally there was a car waiting for me. It wasn't anything spectacular but at this point I just had to accept it. From a plane ride of luxury to the bottom of the barrel, but hey that was life some time! As I got into the private shuttle, my mind began to race about what kind of shit hole seedy motel they'd stick me in. You know the kind. The type that admits they actually enjoy Tommy Kain's work. It was that thought that made me throw up in my mouth a little. I had the driver roll down the window so I could hang my head out until I no longer felt sick. I can't tell you how long that actually was. Just that I felt better afterward.
As I previously noted, I wasn't going to keep you in the dark as to why I wanted this more than you Blair. The reason is simple. Because Johnny puts a lot of stock in your ability, where as I don't. You're just another never was attempting to cement a legacy, and I can't have that happen. I just also want to see the look on the face of Johnny Boy when I beat his golden goose, and there is nothing he can do but sit there and watch. Now some where out there, and it never fails there is some dip shit who will say well you're advocating for violence against women. To that I say this. I have no choice. It suits my needs, and I'll advocate all types of violence against Blair, and you have to take it, and enjoy it. I want to see Johnny Stylez fall to his knees, and weep because you lost. Sure you had a good run but that run is now over! Stylez can puke up blood like he's just gotten an ulcer. As a matter of fact me winning will likely give him one. So that's even a further reason to root for me. So, let me address another question. To those people who say Rivers, why do you keep mentioning Johnny Stylez? That question shouldn't even be asked because you all ready know the answer to it. The answer is obviously, because the after math of this will involve Johnny Stylez whether you want it too or not. He has always had a soft spot for Blair that has never kept him on the level. Now he is forced to remain objective even when his guts swell up in a knot. At this point its not nerves. Just an inability to do what is right! Blair on the other hand is so use to doing what is common place she couldn't change even if she wanted too! Blair, make no mistake about it I'm coming to take that OPW Southern Strap. I'll do every under handed thing possible to achieve it too. But you probably all ready knew this. We have a very long history, and the chapters will likely grow. You know what isn't going to grow though? The times you defend this belt because that is coming to an end right now. You see I had a good reason for mentioning tyranny in my opening monologue. As with everything I guess I should explain it so we don't have somebody like Xavier Wolf reading things into it that isn't there. The OPW is like the government was pre-Covid 19. Johnny Stylez is a lot like Donald Trump except we can't impeach that bastard! As such you have to take baby steps with him if you expect to see any progress. Yes Blair, your husband has a fucking pea brain. Stylez is like a tyrant throwing his weight around. He promises the world but can't deliver. Sound familiar Blair?
The private car pulls up to the hotel I'll be staying in. I have to get my own luggage, but that's usually the case any way. I'm surprised for once that its actually a decent housing. As I begin walking inside I adjust my final thoughts regarding this match.
Blair, I want you to understand something. I hate you and Johnny more than probably anybody on this planet, and when I step into that ring its going to show. I knew some where on this jagged road that the two of us would eventually cross paths again. How old is your bastard now? You know what? Nevermind! It's not like you'll have another pair of eyes on you. I'm sure Johnny will have his secretary bent over his desk during most of this match so you can count on him missing the entirety of it! But if he does decide to murder the English language and come out during our match know that I have no problems caving his face in with my size 15 and a half boot! Did the OPW actually need this match? You're goddamn right it did! From a business stand point we'll rake in more cash than Anicka Swan could ever dream of! I just want to remind you Blair, please, please, please take me for granted so I can shift the momentum in my favor and give you the death sentence you not only need, but you deserve. All me the service to keep you in that painful hold until you're forced to tap, and not only forced to tap but you are injured unable to step inside of the ring again! You have that attitude like your husband, but I'm the perfect one to counter that! Those words have been spoken before but unlike the rest of the roster you know I mean it, and I can actually achieve it. Your words, and your actions lack the venom that mine do, and that's perfect! You couldn't have been booked to fail at a better time. Now Blair get your game face on, and try to keep it on because at Showcase, the only show case the OPW will see is a new champion! Johnny may try to keep the tyranny of the OPW going, but just like I'll do to you, I'll put him out of commission faster than he, or you can blink!
I get to the counter to get my room key, and pulling my luggage behind me find the nearest elevator to take up to the third floor. Before the doors close I give the camera the middle finger, and as the elevator doors close you no longer see me.
"You should never trust your government, because they've never given a fuck about you. All that posturing on television is an act. Behind closed doors, its all about who can line their pockets the fattest, while American's around the world starve. The brutal honest truth, and whether you like it or not, none of you can disagree with that fact!"
"But, you ask me where is the tyranny when the Government is protecting you? Can you not see it? Humans are being weaponized with this virus in order to push the Goverment's agenda, and transitioning to reopen the Economy is pushing the goverment's agenda even further. If the Government can virtually shut down your way of life over a virus that kills senior citizens, then you have a big problem with your government. The truth fucking hurts, and I'm taking the biggest shovel I can find, and heaping it on until you cannot stand to be around it. Every where you turn, there it is. Which brings me to last week. While the world goes to shit around us, I was placed into a no win situation. It seems like the only people who have the winning situations around this shit hole are Johnny Stylez, and his cunt, or ex cunt of a wife. But first lets examine last week shall we?"
"Tommy Kain, must be sucking dick to get ahead. So much dick in fact he believes that Brazzers is going to give him his own special. While that might entice some new eyes over to OPW, the only thing it makes me want to do is vomit all over the hall way where the office of Johnny Stylez belongs. Now not with standing the loss I faced, as I said earlier I was placed into a no win situation. I guess the optimal approach would have been to no show the match, but whether I stink the joint out, or I amaze them every night I'm going to show up unless situations beyond my control prevent me from doing so. Now once upon a time Insurgence was going to run rough shod all over OPW, and make them understand what an unstoppable force truly was. I haven't heard anything from Maddox, so since I have the opportunity to dethrone Johnny's cunt, or ex-cunt, whatever she is to him this week, I need an answer. And I expect the answer immediately. That means you either show up during my match ready to make Blair complain about what she loves to complain about, or you stay fucking gone, and I'll show you what real violence is! So Maddox, as you watch the clock, and you hear each tick, melt the time away don't forget to give me my answer because if I have to come looking for one you won't enjoy the fucking outcome!"
I arrived at the hangar and as I checked my pocket watch it was now 3:22 PM Eastern time. It was also 85 degrees outside. Not too hot, but hot enough to sit in front of the AC. There was a private plane for me to board. I had to book it, because OPW is too cheap to look out for its talent. None the less, I knew I had taken all the necessary precautions against governmental, and OPW interference so this plane taking me to Showcase would actually be up to my standards. It wasn't set to arrive for another hour, so that left me with some time on my hands. With the prospects of Tommy Kain, and Mike Maddox wrapped up it was now time to focus on my OPW Southern Championship match with the some would say "revered" Blair Buchanan. But there was nothing revered about her to me. Nothing!
Before I begin, I would just like to say, FUCK THE GOVERNMENT, AND FUCK THE SENIOR CITIZENS! I hope Covid-19 wipes out most, if not all of them. Survival of the fittest at its finest. Now, that we've gotten that out of the way here we stand Blair. You, and the man who doesn't usually give a fuck about titles, but about causes. I've looked around here, and I cannot for the life of me find a cause to get behind. You're here sitting pretty with the OPW Southern Championship, with hardly any competition. I think we know the answer to that question too. Because Johnny Stylez keeps it that way. All you have to do is give him a little of that Tommy Kain treatment, and boom! Another week with that title! Think I'm wrong, how about you actually prove me fucking wrong! Some people, and I don't know who they actually are, would venture to say that we're like. To those people whoever, and where ever they are I would just like to say please shut the fuck up, because you're completely clueless! I know what you're going to say too Blair. Well, you're not the Christian Rivers of old. The man who thought submission wrestling was superior to everything, and he would not change regardless of what was around him. Blair, let me explain something to you for a moment. There's this thing called "evolution" its just another word for change. Well there are some things I still do that are very methodical, there are other things I've had to change because well just for the hell of it those methods worked better. I love submission wrestling but it involves a lot of transitional set ups that well might come back to bite you in the ass if you know what I mean. So I have to adapt in the ring, and use that against the person I'm facing. In this case its you. If I do it better, and quicker then you're not going to be able to stop me, and you're going to lose. No matter how much you kick and scream against it you'll realize why I'm the better competitor here. I don't take anything for granted, and I leave no stone unturned! In many ways I can be my own worst enemy when it comes to the analysis of another person. Now, there is a theory I've been contemplating over. It's not a very long walk through, and its something you, yourself can understand. I'm going to explain it to you. Although, its probably something you'd rather not listen too that's just too fucking bad on your part! The theory is of course that Christian Rivers no longer belongs here any more. So out of pity they put me against you Blair Buchanan hoping that I will see the writing on the walls. Pass the torch, and watch as my own torch is of course extinguished. So goes another legend snuffed out and you can be the one to do it! It's a good theory, that holds a lot of weight when you examine my progress here in OPW. But, as everyody knows, or should know I walk to the beat of my own drum, and I do what I want whenever I want! Blair, let me just tell you before hand, and let me also tell your husband, ex husband, drug trafficker, Porn mogul, or whatever he is to you. You cannot, and will not snuff me out! Win, lose, or draw I'm bigger, and better than the OPW. You know it, and the rest of OPW knows it. I'm better than all of these champions, you included! If I have to step in the ring with Johnny Stylez to prove it I will. If I have to walk into the most brutal, insane, and never before seen stipulations to prove it then I will. It's not hard to see the writing on the wall Blair, and while this match between you, and I will most definitely steal the show. Don't think this is just about a title because you, and I know its about more!
My private plane finally arrives, and I'm amazed it is in fact four minutes early. I place my pocket watch back inside of my suit jacket. I'm guided by the attendee in charge of this that I can board early but will have to wait the other three to four minutes before take off, and that is just fine with me. I've got the most expensive champagne, and the most expensive dinner on board. I've spared no expense to myself. Just like I will spare no expense when it comes to my opponent Blair Buchanan.
Before we step inside the ring, and are on opposite ends of each other, there are just a few things I cannot understand. I'm sure you'll be happy to explain them to me during, or after this match is completed, and you're forced to call yourself a former champion. Number one on my list is what the in the fuck do you see in Johnny Stylez? I've had the unique disposition to tag with the man, and in that time I did not thing any woman would be able to stand him, much less marry, and have relations with the man. How can you stand to look in the mirror at yourself? Much less the house! What's worse is that you too have a child together. I think I speak for everybody involved when I say that child was better left off as being a bastard's child because at least the kid would have better examples of what to look up too. I know what you're thinking. Well let's pull out the long laundry list of women you've fucked, and you know what? You've probably got more bastard kids running around than any of us combined, and you know something? You're absolutely right. The difference is I'm a cold hearted bastard, and I'm not ashamed to admit. Fuck my children, and all the mothers who possibly had them. I get can get away with it, and you, well you can't. I'm sure that also burns you alive. That I'm so freely honest, and face little to no consequence. But, do you really want to know why I want this more than you do Blair? The answer is fairly simple, and I'm happy to answer it for you. Far be it for me to keep you, or anybody else in the dark.
In a little under four hours my private plane landed in the designed OPW hangar, and when I got out I've got to tell you that area was the shittiest thing I had ever seen. I mean ever seen but I was contractually obligated to praise it but fuck that garbage. Things didn't always good as planned. Just ask Johnny the first time he stuck his dick into Blair for example! As the jet's door lowered I stepped off of the plane, and naturally there was a car waiting for me. It wasn't anything spectacular but at this point I just had to accept it. From a plane ride of luxury to the bottom of the barrel, but hey that was life some time! As I got into the private shuttle, my mind began to race about what kind of shit hole seedy motel they'd stick me in. You know the kind. The type that admits they actually enjoy Tommy Kain's work. It was that thought that made me throw up in my mouth a little. I had the driver roll down the window so I could hang my head out until I no longer felt sick. I can't tell you how long that actually was. Just that I felt better afterward.
As I previously noted, I wasn't going to keep you in the dark as to why I wanted this more than you Blair. The reason is simple. Because Johnny puts a lot of stock in your ability, where as I don't. You're just another never was attempting to cement a legacy, and I can't have that happen. I just also want to see the look on the face of Johnny Boy when I beat his golden goose, and there is nothing he can do but sit there and watch. Now some where out there, and it never fails there is some dip shit who will say well you're advocating for violence against women. To that I say this. I have no choice. It suits my needs, and I'll advocate all types of violence against Blair, and you have to take it, and enjoy it. I want to see Johnny Stylez fall to his knees, and weep because you lost. Sure you had a good run but that run is now over! Stylez can puke up blood like he's just gotten an ulcer. As a matter of fact me winning will likely give him one. So that's even a further reason to root for me. So, let me address another question. To those people who say Rivers, why do you keep mentioning Johnny Stylez? That question shouldn't even be asked because you all ready know the answer to it. The answer is obviously, because the after math of this will involve Johnny Stylez whether you want it too or not. He has always had a soft spot for Blair that has never kept him on the level. Now he is forced to remain objective even when his guts swell up in a knot. At this point its not nerves. Just an inability to do what is right! Blair on the other hand is so use to doing what is common place she couldn't change even if she wanted too! Blair, make no mistake about it I'm coming to take that OPW Southern Strap. I'll do every under handed thing possible to achieve it too. But you probably all ready knew this. We have a very long history, and the chapters will likely grow. You know what isn't going to grow though? The times you defend this belt because that is coming to an end right now. You see I had a good reason for mentioning tyranny in my opening monologue. As with everything I guess I should explain it so we don't have somebody like Xavier Wolf reading things into it that isn't there. The OPW is like the government was pre-Covid 19. Johnny Stylez is a lot like Donald Trump except we can't impeach that bastard! As such you have to take baby steps with him if you expect to see any progress. Yes Blair, your husband has a fucking pea brain. Stylez is like a tyrant throwing his weight around. He promises the world but can't deliver. Sound familiar Blair?
The private car pulls up to the hotel I'll be staying in. I have to get my own luggage, but that's usually the case any way. I'm surprised for once that its actually a decent housing. As I begin walking inside I adjust my final thoughts regarding this match.
Blair, I want you to understand something. I hate you and Johnny more than probably anybody on this planet, and when I step into that ring its going to show. I knew some where on this jagged road that the two of us would eventually cross paths again. How old is your bastard now? You know what? Nevermind! It's not like you'll have another pair of eyes on you. I'm sure Johnny will have his secretary bent over his desk during most of this match so you can count on him missing the entirety of it! But if he does decide to murder the English language and come out during our match know that I have no problems caving his face in with my size 15 and a half boot! Did the OPW actually need this match? You're goddamn right it did! From a business stand point we'll rake in more cash than Anicka Swan could ever dream of! I just want to remind you Blair, please, please, please take me for granted so I can shift the momentum in my favor and give you the death sentence you not only need, but you deserve. All me the service to keep you in that painful hold until you're forced to tap, and not only forced to tap but you are injured unable to step inside of the ring again! You have that attitude like your husband, but I'm the perfect one to counter that! Those words have been spoken before but unlike the rest of the roster you know I mean it, and I can actually achieve it. Your words, and your actions lack the venom that mine do, and that's perfect! You couldn't have been booked to fail at a better time. Now Blair get your game face on, and try to keep it on because at Showcase, the only show case the OPW will see is a new champion! Johnny may try to keep the tyranny of the OPW going, but just like I'll do to you, I'll put him out of commission faster than he, or you can blink!
I get to the counter to get my room key, and pulling my luggage behind me find the nearest elevator to take up to the third floor. Before the doors close I give the camera the middle finger, and as the elevator doors close you no longer see me.