Post by jaysonviolence on May 17, 2020 21:31:53 GMT -5
What is this disgusting feeling I have swelling up in my gut as I stare at this gorgeous Championship belt they call “The PUREBLOOD” Championship….What the fuck does that even mean?
...Or at leas that’s what that foul mouthed blue haired dickhead is always running around talking about? So what does this title mean? Right now there is a note attached to is that doesn’t say shit execpt for
“I CAN’T DO THIS!”
No shit huh? Wish I would have known that before I literally dove inside a coffin for ya. Wish I would have known that before I signed a stupud five year contract to wrestle for a promotion that you could just walk away from! But again I am brought right back to the same fucking question I first asked myself and all of you hiding behind this 4th wall….What the fuck is this feeling swimming around in my gut that won’t let me sleep, eat, think, breathe? It isn’t anger….it’s worse than that! It isn’t sadness its way more depressing than that. It isn’t rage, because I love RAGE...No this is something darker...Something much worse! This is like I want to destroy
I want to take something precious. Something beautiful that brings a smile to everyone nd then rip it to bloody shreds while millions of people watch on in horror. I want everyone in the entire world to feel the emptiness the loathing, the utter FUCKING
That has been my life since SHOWCASE went off the air last week! And since I am contractually obligated and bound to Outlaw Pro Wrestling at least I won’t go to jail when I unleash whatever this emotion is onto Scotty “DOUCHE KEG” Adams and Parody “EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME” Paradox! What a couple of fucking clowns those two assholes are! Both of them have their own heads shoved so far up their own asses they wouldn’t know a real problem if it kicked em right in the fuckin JACOBZ, like it fixing to when SHOWCASE goes live this week! But more on that in just a moment, because my train of thought is abruptly interrupted by quite possibly the worst possible person to ever interrupt any thought process. We are talking about the man on this planet who is probably better and responsible for fucking up more than his fair share of wet dreams...The one and only...well I guess he aint the one and only owner of OPW anymore...But he is the one and only LA Johnny Stylez.
The ink aint even dry on Ophelia’s release papers yet and this got damn dickhead has the nerve to text me...NOT EVEN FUCKIN CALL ME TO SAY DIS BULSHIT!
“To WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (Whadda FUCKIN JERK OFF AM I RIGHT?) Given the sudden an abrupt departure of Ophelia Pain I am left with no choice other than to declare the OPW PureBLooD Championship previously owned by Ophelia offically vacant. She claimed to not have the Championship belt on her person when she came into resign stating that she left it in her hotel room with YOU, Jayson Violence and would not be returning to get it. So given that the title belt is actually the offical property of Outlaw Pro Wrestling I am going to have to demand that you return the belt to us at once or suffer the consequences which include fines, suspensions, or physical harm. In which order those come in is entirely up to you, but one way or another that CHAMPIONSHIP will be returned to us at once. We suggest you do so in a timely fashion as to avoid anymore unnecessary trouble regarding this unfortunate circumstance as we are sure you are also going through a grieving state of your own. But business is business is it not? Try your best to look within yourself Mr. Violence and try and SOAK SOME UP...and bring me my PHUCKING BELT PRONOTO….This is the only time I will ask nicely. SINCERELY YOUR F’N BOSS...LA JOHNNY STYLEZ.”
I seriously fuckin wondah if that fuckin prick has evah met someone that didn’t wanna knock his teeth down his throat at one point or anothah. Aw fuck this fuckin prick musta just pissed me off I haven’t spoken in my Brooklyn accent since I left for my 2nd tour in IRAQ. It took me fuckin tree years of trainin to get it all out of my system and my instructor said it would only return in matters of serious stress or some uddah bullshit that I presently can’t recall. Now I’m ovah here talkin like I’m fuckin Sonny Black or some shit, God Rest his Soul, poor bastad!
But I know exactly how he felt. Sittin alone in that fuckin bar waitin for the white cadillac to pull up. They said he was gettin called in for a meetin wit the boss, they bring the guy outsida town put two in the back of his head and chopped his hands off and buried em deep enough in the marsh to where he could be found so that everyone knew this is what happens to idiots who let people in who have means to betray the family and fuck things up for everyone. Only I wish that type of shit was gunna happen to me. At least then this feeling in my gut would hopefully go away. But no I have to sit and marinate in it. So if that’s the case then everyone I come inta contact wit from here on out is going to feel this wretched feeling I got in me. I am goin to bathe myself in so much blood pain and anguish of others until I can’t feel my own anymore.
Cause the more I sit and stared at the magnificent gold belt places neatly infrunna the pillow after it looks like she made the bed I just couldn’t shake the thought. Not just
This busness was full of a bunch of fuckin punks who wouldn’t last ten got damn seconds in the world I come from. These little barbie doll bitches were at one of them little picnics in the barbie doll toy commercials living out their fake pretend lives thinkin they are hard as rocks when really they aint a bag of wet pixie sticks and that was an unfortunate truth I was finna introduce them to personally. The thought made me do something I aint done in what feels like a lifetime. In that moment in the dark dead silence of my room I laughed. I laughed so hard my sides started to hurt. Why?
You fuckin ninnies tell me what’s funnier when you think of them two fuckin pricks I gotta lay down at SHOWCASE this week down in Florida? Is it that painted face Baboon Parody who thinks that just because he woke up one day and had a cute idea for what they refer to as a gimmick in this business that he can actually carry that out? What you expect me or anyone with a real lick of sense believes for two seconds you can do VIOLENCE better than me? What because you fuckin said so?
You think you can do or go to the place in my head that I’ll need to go where I start showing you pieces of yourself to the point where you loose consciousness because what? You aint been the places I’ve been you little ferry bitch! You can sit at home and fuck up cookin ramen noodles wit your girlfriend all day ya fuckin asshole. While you was jerkin off to free porn on pornhub I was outside of Bagdad watchin kids get their heads blown off for crossing a line they weren’t supposed to cross. I’ve seen shit that would make your soul look like the monster you paint your little face up like. You can steal my moves all you want pussy boy, but that will only irritate me and when I swat you away with a stone cold back hand that smacks some sense into that thick skull of yours finally you wil find out that you are the joke son, not me! The parody is your entire life you have been leadin while REAL MEAN like me died in the sand so you could live under the false assumption that you are some kind of a bad ass! Well no more THAT FUCKIN SHIT ENDS MONDAY NIGHT YA LITTLE TWAT and while for the first time since I been in this shit hole company we will be around enough sand to where I could show you what it feels like to lie in it grasping for your last breathe begging to God or whoever the fuck it is you pray to for someone to show up that aint comin. No one’s comin. If anything you are the one leaving...
And the person you were begging God to show up and save you aint the person you asked for. Instead it’s a man shrouded in all black comin to take you to a place you had nightmares about. But when you look into my eyes when you makeyour way down to the ring after making your grandisoe entrance for the last time. You will look into my eyes and see the dark shroud of a man that is coming to carry you to the fate you didn’t nkow was coming. The fate you concinved yourself a long time ago couldn’t be [possible. And when you feel the firey wrath of true hatred and violence you will cry out in such a way that every man woman and child in FLORABAMA wulill know there is one thing you could never do better than me. I have been shown methods of torture that will hurt you so bad that everyone who has ever been in your life in a passing glance will feel the way your soul hurts by the time I fuckin done wit ya! Parody the joke is on you, because this entire time ya little punk bitch the joke is was and always has been
Jayson Violence: So allow me to pose a question if you'll indeed induldge an old soilder for a brief moment. What do you expect from me? What do you think I'm going to do? Come out to that arena tomorrow night and act like I don't give a flying fuck about Ophelia or the three truckers she probaby let fuck her in the ass for the ride home? Because as much as I would love to say that's how I feel I can't look myself in the mirror and say that's true. Because that's what it is all about isn't it? At the end of the day to live with ourselves as men, women, competitors we have to live with the shit we do and say and be able to look ourselves in the mirror in order to lay our heads down on these feather pillows to catch a wink of sleep at night. But the real answer to the question Mr. Joke and Mr. Serious is what the two of you ought truly be afraid of! Because I do care about what Ophelia has done. I do give a fuck that she strung me along for almost a decade, played her part in making me fall deeply, passionately, and devoutly fall in love with her. And then convinced me to sign my life away on a contract I didnt read because she said it was standard. I should have made better choices, because I used to laugh at men on base who were getting these tattoos of the name of the woman that was in their home getting railed by their best friends while they were going through almost intolerable pain to get something they were going to have to pay a ridicilious amount of money removing just a few months later when they came home and found out that wrotten cunt was pregnant. I fell victim to the same shit they did only I was close by perhaps if we would have met and then I went on tour again would it have been clearer to me. But instead I am left with nothing but this title belt that doesn't belong to me...YET! So if you two nit wits look at it...This title belt right here that does not bare my name on the plate at the bottom is really the only thing I have left, and if you fools or any of the others who have thrown their names into the hat to win this prestegious honor is going to have to do anything less than pry it from my FUCKING
Is only fooling yourselves as much as you think you are fooling the audience or anyone else paying attention to your psycho babbling! So Mr. Parody mayhaps this particular joke is on me, but as I'm sure you know being the living embodiment of a joke you know the rules don't you? The one who wins is the one who laughs last and I can assure you it will be me. How can I assure you of such a thing you wonder? You mean aside from the fact that if you peel all the layers about you away like I have said at least twice already you are nothing more than a joke, and a stale one at that. But no...I am going to take everything I have been trained to do ever since I was old enough to throw a puncn and know what it meant to do so. And then I am going to take every nasty feeling that is seemingly eating me alive from the inside out and I am going to open the flood gates. I am going to allow the monster out that I have kept subdued since I was hoorably discharged from the military. You assholes think you have seen V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.?
I keep making all these jokes and Ill be the one who does it better than you PARODY...What will your wife say to or about you then when you are failing at cooking dinner? No matter, because you will find out one way or the other. Because I can assure you I have never known an anger such as this. I have never known persoal pain such as this. And if the inner turmoil manisfets physically then I swear to Christ that your wife ultimately will be upset that you threw your name into this match with me at this particular juncture to begin with, because the man I send back to her will hardly be recgonizable physically or mentally. Because when I show you in that ring what you couldn't have possibly known in your suburban soccer mom bitch lifestyle you have grown accustomed to thanks to my men, my friends, my family's sacrafice and blood shed. Then there is no way when you are revived that you face this world as the same man! This is all about transformation and evolution.
Because a failure to evolve Mr. Paradox is all but guranteeing extinction, and the sooner this realm is rid of you...The sooner it becomes a more enjoyable prodcut for everyone MARK MY FUCKING WORDS! But perhaps I should take some of my own advice. Talk is cheap after all. Perhaps I transform myself a bit more than I have already. Because I must admit that that was what I was going for when I dawned the mask you see on the table in the corner. When I painted my face and hid inside that coffin wating for you or Scotty to foolishly attempt to throw Ophelia in it. But it wasn't enough. Now there is one more transformation that needs to be made in order to prove my point. And I invite you Scotty Adams to linger a while and watch me because this...This pertains and speaks to you. So enough of all this jobber jabbering...Join me won't you?
I then sit up and as I stand grab the OPW PUREBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP title and hold it in my hands glaring at it for a moment. The craftmansship of it is flawless. It is a little gawdy sure, but still to hold such a thing high in the air to symbolize yourself a superior to others beneath and before you is truly magnificent. A shift in focus a lust for blood soaked gold perhaps was the very cure for the beast scratching, clawing, and begging to be released inside of me every moment of every day now. So I then dropped my hands at my side and in my left hand carried the title belt with me. It wasn't going to leave my side from this moment until someone worthy enough wrestled it from my fingers, beause this was the goal. This is how I could assure myself to remain the hunter clothed as the hunted which was my favorite way to catch prey.
To lure them to me under the false sense of security that they were fixing to happen upon an easy hefty meal, only to find out one moment directly passed the one that offically marks it too late. I then stumble into the bathroom of the little shitty hotel room Ophelia and I were supposed to be sharing as we awaited to head home to see Tilly for a day before we head for Florida. I rest the CHAMPIONSHIP title against the mirror to my right so that it would remain within my sight. I then reached for my toiletrey bag on my left and dug around it until I found the tool for which to make the final part of my transformation. It didn't take long until my left hand emerged with a pair of clippers. I flicked the switch on and off to make sure the battery was charged enough and the strong buzz I felt in my hand indicated that finding the plug in that mess of a bag was fortuately unnecessary. I then ran my hands through my hair one last time then turned the sink on.
I turned the clippers on as I took my right hand and ran my hands through the running water and then splashed some on my hair to make this a little easier. Then once my hair was damp enough I raised the clippers to my head and ran it from the right edge of my forehead all the way back dow to the top of my neck and watched the dirty blonde lock fall forward into the sink. I then sat for a moment and gazed at the sily way I looked with that chunk of hair missing, and thought what every single person who had ever taken a pair of clippers to their head in the middle of an emotional breakdown had thought and said to myself aloud.
Jayson Violence: Ohh well...Too late to turn back now.
I then took the clippers and ran them down the opposite side of my head just as I did before, and continued to do so until all of the hair on my head was gone. And then bald as the day I was born with my beard was looking a bit scraggely as I glared into the mirror I took the clippers and ran them slightly against the edge of my beard not trimming it off completely but just enough. And then once satisfied I for the first time in days smiled a real smile. I could feel the transformation. I hadn't painted my face or put my mask on, but I could still very well feel the transformation was complete.
The mission wouldn't be accomplished until Royal Powerhouse informed the wrestling world the OUTLAW NATION that it had a brand new OPW PuREBLooD CHAMPION and his name was V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.. It was then my mind wanderd back to Scotty Adams. I then laughed as I ran my hand over my bald head and then under the running sink. I then grabbed the OPW PuReBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP off of the counter and held it in my hands as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my hotel room. I walked right over to where I had put my mask and I carefully placed the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Pureblood Championship right next to it and scoffed at the mere symbolism of it. Because very soon the Outlaw Nation would see these two things synonymous of one another just as they seem to me in this very moment. Because very soon OPW would not know one without the other. And it was after that thought that I began to address the man I considered my greatest rival in this sport known as PRO WRESTLING...
Jayson Violence: You know Scotty...as crazy as this is for me to admit to you here and now I feel at this point I must or risk never saying...And it is something I feel I need to get off my chest so that you understand why your last victory over me was and always be just that...YOUR LAST VICTORY OVER ME! And what I need to disclose to you Scotty is that ya know despite the fact that we have been rivals or even enemies since the day we first crossed paths here in Outlaw Pro Wrestling. But be that as it may I used to like you albiet it was really more respect than anything.
Because you were a man who handed me my first defeat my first taste of humility one needs to compete in this business. And you were able to do it because much like men who have far more training than you are taught to fight with not only purpose but precision as well. What makes the best warriors is not stregth or size. But everyone knows heart has more to do with it than anyone gives it credit for. But how to manage and even manipulate the heart within the warrior is a gift reserved only for the best and it is in this regard Scotty I am far superior to you and always will be until you learn this lesson. I respected you however because I believed you my equal on this front.
Like a poker player who exposed their tail for what to watch for when you make the moves you are going to. Once you showed me that it became easier and easier to manipulate you and the circumstances around you to get what we want. First we let you believe you were in the driverseat. And then the bigger your plan got the smaller your focus got on the task at hand. You became so focused on the bigger picture you lost sight on the steps it takes to complete the bigger picture. And like any artist worth their salt will tell you themselves Scotty MY BOY...Focusing only on your broadstrokes will cost your picture in the end, because what sells art my friend is attention to detail...And once you showed me what kind of card player you were it became almost impossible for me to respect you.
It was without a single ounce of regret that I was able to take from you what I did. Because make no mistake about it old friend, it was I who took from you your legacy of destroying the XKoRe DIVISION, and it will be I who keeps it from you forever. Because I am glad that you also realize one thing that apparently only you and I do presently realize about our circumstancial situation. That the championship belt in my posession is about something already. Yes the next champion will help iron out its actual meaning but already it carries with it a significance beyond almost everyone's comprehension because in this title is the blood sweat and tears that have been spilt in this company until today. It is the bonding of two of our great3est championships.
Two titles that were fought for with more valor, pride, and rage than any other titles fought for in the history of this business. You can speak to this yourself being probably the most dominant XKoRe Champion in the titles brief lineage. But now what you seek to snuff out, I seek to CARRY ON. Because while XKORE no longer exists in the halls and realms of the OUTLAW NATION. The bloodthirsty savage violence for which the title was founded upon will not be lost, because it will become apart of this title and it will be seen as such as long as I draw breathe. So if you want this title Scotty you had better be prepared to go all the way, because if I have to snap your neck in the middle of that ring and cause dear sweet Luciana the type of grief of never seeing her daddy walk and able to do the things he loves probably even more so than her ever again will be a fate I am more than prepared to send you to my friend.
And if you look in my eyes right now you will see that truth glaring back at you Scotty! So stay away from me, and give up those hope of snuffing out which you cannot because while it was an admirable way to approach sustaining your legacy here in OPW and in this business. XKoRE was always bigger than you because ULTRAVIOLENCE is and always will be a part of this profession and it can become what you sought to make it without snuffing it out completely and I will show you that first hand when I personally put you down along with the other participants in this match and then ultimately raise this title above my head and it is offically proclaimed my personal property. And it is in that regard boys and girls that I know
King Quari, Carter Alpha, and my personal favorite the man who calls himself INVITICUS Aleister Davison. I love listening to you sorry sacks of shit walk in here and claim a right of passage straight to greatness for your own personal insignificant reasons. Of course you came here seeking greater competition because you easily dispatched the alleged competition around the globe because why else would you be here? But clearly not a single one of you yet understands what sepertes this place from all the others. Apparently none of you understand why Outlaw Pro Wrestling is the PINNACLE of this industry.
And it's because Men such as myself, Scotty Adams, and even that wet rag Parody have shown you the lengths at which we will push ourselves which is beyond any threshold any of you have been pushed to or gone past in your entire pathetic careers. And after I bend you over my knee and give you the metaphorical spanking in the form of the literal most horrific public beating you have ever taken in your lives...THEN AND ONLY then will you understand what it takes to survive and succeede here. You men have been pro wrestlers longer than I...But I have been an OUTLAW much longer than all three of you and it takes more to be what I am than what all three of you are put together...
And that is a lesson you will learn and I will teach to you the hard way. Because you will learn that the OPW PUREBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP will be held by only those of us THAT ARE PUREBLOOD OUTLAWS! THE HOMEGROWN STARS! The men and women who make up the very fabric of our existence. The men and women who represent what makes OPW GREATER THAN ANY AND ALL other wrestling promotions before it. Because we allow any and all styles...And we get the job done by any means necessary! This is what this title means and this is my mission I will carry out with a firey rage and hatred that will scorch every single person in that rumble and who steps in my path afterwards. MONDAY NIGHT AT SOCIAL DISTANCING will begin an era of VIOLENCE UNLIKE ANYTHING OPW or PRO WRESTLING HAS SEEN BEFORE IT! And I will...let me say that one more time so that you all understand
PAINT THAT FUCKING PICTURE TO ADD TO THE IMAGE OF THE BIGGER PICTURE HERE IN OPW WITH ALL OF YOUR BLOOD...AND ILL DRIP YOU ALL DRY IF I GOTTA, AND I WONT BAT AN EYELASH...AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS
So do yourselves a favor and get used to it...If not get the fuck on because you wont survive...I'll see to that as well! Because before I go I want to make one thing crystal fucking clear! Ophelia may be gone, but you can bet your sorry asses that it is my mission going forward to make sure every last one of you knows the true meaning and feeling of absolute, bitter, and unforgetable
Nighty night PUSSIES...See ya tomorrow night!
!!!!IN OPW THE CHAMPION DEFINES THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!
“I CAN’T DO THIS!”
No shit huh? Wish I would have known that before I literally dove inside a coffin for ya. Wish I would have known that before I signed a stupud five year contract to wrestle for a promotion that you could just walk away from! But again I am brought right back to the same fucking question I first asked myself and all of you hiding behind this 4th wall….What the fuck is this feeling swimming around in my gut that won’t let me sleep, eat, think, breathe? It isn’t anger….it’s worse than that! It isn’t sadness its way more depressing than that. It isn’t rage, because I love RAGE...No this is something darker...Something much worse! This is like I want to destroy
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL ANGER.
HOPELESSNESS
The ink aint even dry on Ophelia’s release papers yet and this got damn dickhead has the nerve to text me...NOT EVEN FUCKIN CALL ME TO SAY DIS BULSHIT!
“To WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (Whadda FUCKIN JERK OFF AM I RIGHT?) Given the sudden an abrupt departure of Ophelia Pain I am left with no choice other than to declare the OPW PureBLooD Championship previously owned by Ophelia offically vacant. She claimed to not have the Championship belt on her person when she came into resign stating that she left it in her hotel room with YOU, Jayson Violence and would not be returning to get it. So given that the title belt is actually the offical property of Outlaw Pro Wrestling I am going to have to demand that you return the belt to us at once or suffer the consequences which include fines, suspensions, or physical harm. In which order those come in is entirely up to you, but one way or another that CHAMPIONSHIP will be returned to us at once. We suggest you do so in a timely fashion as to avoid anymore unnecessary trouble regarding this unfortunate circumstance as we are sure you are also going through a grieving state of your own. But business is business is it not? Try your best to look within yourself Mr. Violence and try and SOAK SOME UP...and bring me my PHUCKING BELT PRONOTO….This is the only time I will ask nicely. SINCERELY YOUR F’N BOSS...LA JOHNNY STYLEZ.”
I seriously fuckin wondah if that fuckin prick has evah met someone that didn’t wanna knock his teeth down his throat at one point or anothah. Aw fuck this fuckin prick musta just pissed me off I haven’t spoken in my Brooklyn accent since I left for my 2nd tour in IRAQ. It took me fuckin tree years of trainin to get it all out of my system and my instructor said it would only return in matters of serious stress or some uddah bullshit that I presently can’t recall. Now I’m ovah here talkin like I’m fuckin Sonny Black or some shit, God Rest his Soul, poor bastad!
But I know exactly how he felt. Sittin alone in that fuckin bar waitin for the white cadillac to pull up. They said he was gettin called in for a meetin wit the boss, they bring the guy outsida town put two in the back of his head and chopped his hands off and buried em deep enough in the marsh to where he could be found so that everyone knew this is what happens to idiots who let people in who have means to betray the family and fuck things up for everyone. Only I wish that type of shit was gunna happen to me. At least then this feeling in my gut would hopefully go away. But no I have to sit and marinate in it. So if that’s the case then everyone I come inta contact wit from here on out is going to feel this wretched feeling I got in me. I am goin to bathe myself in so much blood pain and anguish of others until I can’t feel my own anymore.
Cause the more I sit and stared at the magnificent gold belt places neatly infrunna the pillow after it looks like she made the bed I just couldn’t shake the thought. Not just
FUCK OPHELIA PAIN...BUT NOT JUST THAT GRIMEY BITCH FUCK EVERY LAST ONE OF THE CAWK SUCKIN BASTADS!
You fuckin ninnies tell me what’s funnier when you think of them two fuckin pricks I gotta lay down at SHOWCASE this week down in Florida? Is it that painted face Baboon Parody who thinks that just because he woke up one day and had a cute idea for what they refer to as a gimmick in this business that he can actually carry that out? What you expect me or anyone with a real lick of sense believes for two seconds you can do VIOLENCE better than me? What because you fuckin said so?
BITCH...MISS ME WITH THAT PUSSY ASS SHIT!!!
And the person you were begging God to show up and save you aint the person you asked for. Instead it’s a man shrouded in all black comin to take you to a place you had nightmares about. But when you look into my eyes when you makeyour way down to the ring after making your grandisoe entrance for the last time. You will look into my eyes and see the dark shroud of a man that is coming to carry you to the fate you didn’t nkow was coming. The fate you concinved yourself a long time ago couldn’t be [possible. And when you feel the firey wrath of true hatred and violence you will cry out in such a way that every man woman and child in FLORABAMA wulill know there is one thing you could never do better than me. I have been shown methods of torture that will hurt you so bad that everyone who has ever been in your life in a passing glance will feel the way your soul hurts by the time I fuckin done wit ya! Parody the joke is on you, because this entire time ya little punk bitch the joke is was and always has been
!!!!YOU!!!!!
ONLY AS YOU CAN SEE NOW ASSHOLE...I AINT FUCKIN LAUGHING AT LEAST NOT ANYMORE!!!!
Jayson Violence: So allow me to pose a question if you'll indeed induldge an old soilder for a brief moment. What do you expect from me? What do you think I'm going to do? Come out to that arena tomorrow night and act like I don't give a flying fuck about Ophelia or the three truckers she probaby let fuck her in the ass for the ride home? Because as much as I would love to say that's how I feel I can't look myself in the mirror and say that's true. Because that's what it is all about isn't it? At the end of the day to live with ourselves as men, women, competitors we have to live with the shit we do and say and be able to look ourselves in the mirror in order to lay our heads down on these feather pillows to catch a wink of sleep at night. But the real answer to the question Mr. Joke and Mr. Serious is what the two of you ought truly be afraid of! Because I do care about what Ophelia has done. I do give a fuck that she strung me along for almost a decade, played her part in making me fall deeply, passionately, and devoutly fall in love with her. And then convinced me to sign my life away on a contract I didnt read because she said it was standard. I should have made better choices, because I used to laugh at men on base who were getting these tattoos of the name of the woman that was in their home getting railed by their best friends while they were going through almost intolerable pain to get something they were going to have to pay a ridicilious amount of money removing just a few months later when they came home and found out that wrotten cunt was pregnant. I fell victim to the same shit they did only I was close by perhaps if we would have met and then I went on tour again would it have been clearer to me. But instead I am left with nothing but this title belt that doesn't belong to me...YET! So if you two nit wits look at it...This title belt right here that does not bare my name on the plate at the bottom is really the only thing I have left, and if you fools or any of the others who have thrown their names into the hat to win this prestegious honor is going to have to do anything less than pry it from my FUCKING
COLD DEAD FINGERS
Is only fooling yourselves as much as you think you are fooling the audience or anyone else paying attention to your psycho babbling! So Mr. Parody mayhaps this particular joke is on me, but as I'm sure you know being the living embodiment of a joke you know the rules don't you? The one who wins is the one who laughs last and I can assure you it will be me. How can I assure you of such a thing you wonder? You mean aside from the fact that if you peel all the layers about you away like I have said at least twice already you are nothing more than a joke, and a stale one at that. But no...I am going to take everything I have been trained to do ever since I was old enough to throw a puncn and know what it meant to do so. And then I am going to take every nasty feeling that is seemingly eating me alive from the inside out and I am going to open the flood gates. I am going to allow the monster out that I have kept subdued since I was hoorably discharged from the military. You assholes think you have seen V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.?
HA
...LooK I DID IT AGAIN!!!
I keep making all these jokes and Ill be the one who does it better than you PARODY...What will your wife say to or about you then when you are failing at cooking dinner? No matter, because you will find out one way or the other. Because I can assure you I have never known an anger such as this. I have never known persoal pain such as this. And if the inner turmoil manisfets physically then I swear to Christ that your wife ultimately will be upset that you threw your name into this match with me at this particular juncture to begin with, because the man I send back to her will hardly be recgonizable physically or mentally. Because when I show you in that ring what you couldn't have possibly known in your suburban soccer mom bitch lifestyle you have grown accustomed to thanks to my men, my friends, my family's sacrafice and blood shed. Then there is no way when you are revived that you face this world as the same man! This is all about transformation and evolution.
Because a failure to evolve Mr. Paradox is all but guranteeing extinction, and the sooner this realm is rid of you...The sooner it becomes a more enjoyable prodcut for everyone MARK MY FUCKING WORDS! But perhaps I should take some of my own advice. Talk is cheap after all. Perhaps I transform myself a bit more than I have already. Because I must admit that that was what I was going for when I dawned the mask you see on the table in the corner. When I painted my face and hid inside that coffin wating for you or Scotty to foolishly attempt to throw Ophelia in it. But it wasn't enough. Now there is one more transformation that needs to be made in order to prove my point. And I invite you Scotty Adams to linger a while and watch me because this...This pertains and speaks to you. So enough of all this jobber jabbering...Join me won't you?
I then sit up and as I stand grab the OPW PUREBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP title and hold it in my hands glaring at it for a moment. The craftmansship of it is flawless. It is a little gawdy sure, but still to hold such a thing high in the air to symbolize yourself a superior to others beneath and before you is truly magnificent. A shift in focus a lust for blood soaked gold perhaps was the very cure for the beast scratching, clawing, and begging to be released inside of me every moment of every day now. So I then dropped my hands at my side and in my left hand carried the title belt with me. It wasn't going to leave my side from this moment until someone worthy enough wrestled it from my fingers, beause this was the goal. This is how I could assure myself to remain the hunter clothed as the hunted which was my favorite way to catch prey.
To lure them to me under the false sense of security that they were fixing to happen upon an easy hefty meal, only to find out one moment directly passed the one that offically marks it too late. I then stumble into the bathroom of the little shitty hotel room Ophelia and I were supposed to be sharing as we awaited to head home to see Tilly for a day before we head for Florida. I rest the CHAMPIONSHIP title against the mirror to my right so that it would remain within my sight. I then reached for my toiletrey bag on my left and dug around it until I found the tool for which to make the final part of my transformation. It didn't take long until my left hand emerged with a pair of clippers. I flicked the switch on and off to make sure the battery was charged enough and the strong buzz I felt in my hand indicated that finding the plug in that mess of a bag was fortuately unnecessary. I then ran my hands through my hair one last time then turned the sink on.
I turned the clippers on as I took my right hand and ran my hands through the running water and then splashed some on my hair to make this a little easier. Then once my hair was damp enough I raised the clippers to my head and ran it from the right edge of my forehead all the way back dow to the top of my neck and watched the dirty blonde lock fall forward into the sink. I then sat for a moment and gazed at the sily way I looked with that chunk of hair missing, and thought what every single person who had ever taken a pair of clippers to their head in the middle of an emotional breakdown had thought and said to myself aloud.
Jayson Violence: Ohh well...Too late to turn back now.
I then took the clippers and ran them down the opposite side of my head just as I did before, and continued to do so until all of the hair on my head was gone. And then bald as the day I was born with my beard was looking a bit scraggely as I glared into the mirror I took the clippers and ran them slightly against the edge of my beard not trimming it off completely but just enough. And then once satisfied I for the first time in days smiled a real smile. I could feel the transformation. I hadn't painted my face or put my mask on, but I could still very well feel the transformation was complete.
MISSION F'N ACCOMPLISHED...err KINDA!
The mission wouldn't be accomplished until Royal Powerhouse informed the wrestling world the OUTLAW NATION that it had a brand new OPW PuREBLooD CHAMPION and his name was V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.. It was then my mind wanderd back to Scotty Adams. I then laughed as I ran my hand over my bald head and then under the running sink. I then grabbed the OPW PuReBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP off of the counter and held it in my hands as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my hotel room. I walked right over to where I had put my mask and I carefully placed the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Pureblood Championship right next to it and scoffed at the mere symbolism of it. Because very soon the Outlaw Nation would see these two things synonymous of one another just as they seem to me in this very moment. Because very soon OPW would not know one without the other. And it was after that thought that I began to address the man I considered my greatest rival in this sport known as PRO WRESTLING...
Jayson Violence: You know Scotty...as crazy as this is for me to admit to you here and now I feel at this point I must or risk never saying...And it is something I feel I need to get off my chest so that you understand why your last victory over me was and always be just that...YOUR LAST VICTORY OVER ME! And what I need to disclose to you Scotty is that ya know despite the fact that we have been rivals or even enemies since the day we first crossed paths here in Outlaw Pro Wrestling. But be that as it may I used to like you albiet it was really more respect than anything.
Because you were a man who handed me my first defeat my first taste of humility one needs to compete in this business. And you were able to do it because much like men who have far more training than you are taught to fight with not only purpose but precision as well. What makes the best warriors is not stregth or size. But everyone knows heart has more to do with it than anyone gives it credit for. But how to manage and even manipulate the heart within the warrior is a gift reserved only for the best and it is in this regard Scotty I am far superior to you and always will be until you learn this lesson. I respected you however because I believed you my equal on this front.
...That is until you showed your tail!
Like a poker player who exposed their tail for what to watch for when you make the moves you are going to. Once you showed me that it became easier and easier to manipulate you and the circumstances around you to get what we want. First we let you believe you were in the driverseat. And then the bigger your plan got the smaller your focus got on the task at hand. You became so focused on the bigger picture you lost sight on the steps it takes to complete the bigger picture. And like any artist worth their salt will tell you themselves Scotty MY BOY...Focusing only on your broadstrokes will cost your picture in the end, because what sells art my friend is attention to detail...And once you showed me what kind of card player you were it became almost impossible for me to respect you.
It was without a single ounce of regret that I was able to take from you what I did. Because make no mistake about it old friend, it was I who took from you your legacy of destroying the XKoRe DIVISION, and it will be I who keeps it from you forever. Because I am glad that you also realize one thing that apparently only you and I do presently realize about our circumstancial situation. That the championship belt in my posession is about something already. Yes the next champion will help iron out its actual meaning but already it carries with it a significance beyond almost everyone's comprehension because in this title is the blood sweat and tears that have been spilt in this company until today. It is the bonding of two of our great3est championships.
Two titles that were fought for with more valor, pride, and rage than any other titles fought for in the history of this business. You can speak to this yourself being probably the most dominant XKoRe Champion in the titles brief lineage. But now what you seek to snuff out, I seek to CARRY ON. Because while XKORE no longer exists in the halls and realms of the OUTLAW NATION. The bloodthirsty savage violence for which the title was founded upon will not be lost, because it will become apart of this title and it will be seen as such as long as I draw breathe. So if you want this title Scotty you had better be prepared to go all the way, because if I have to snap your neck in the middle of that ring and cause dear sweet Luciana the type of grief of never seeing her daddy walk and able to do the things he loves probably even more so than her ever again will be a fate I am more than prepared to send you to my friend.
And if you look in my eyes right now you will see that truth glaring back at you Scotty! So stay away from me, and give up those hope of snuffing out which you cannot because while it was an admirable way to approach sustaining your legacy here in OPW and in this business. XKoRE was always bigger than you because ULTRAVIOLENCE is and always will be a part of this profession and it can become what you sought to make it without snuffing it out completely and I will show you that first hand when I personally put you down along with the other participants in this match and then ultimately raise this title above my head and it is offically proclaimed my personal property. And it is in that regard boys and girls that I know
I AM GOING TO BREAK THE REST OF YOU AS WELL!!!
King Quari, Carter Alpha, and my personal favorite the man who calls himself INVITICUS Aleister Davison. I love listening to you sorry sacks of shit walk in here and claim a right of passage straight to greatness for your own personal insignificant reasons. Of course you came here seeking greater competition because you easily dispatched the alleged competition around the globe because why else would you be here? But clearly not a single one of you yet understands what sepertes this place from all the others. Apparently none of you understand why Outlaw Pro Wrestling is the PINNACLE of this industry.
And it's because Men such as myself, Scotty Adams, and even that wet rag Parody have shown you the lengths at which we will push ourselves which is beyond any threshold any of you have been pushed to or gone past in your entire pathetic careers. And after I bend you over my knee and give you the metaphorical spanking in the form of the literal most horrific public beating you have ever taken in your lives...THEN AND ONLY then will you understand what it takes to survive and succeede here. You men have been pro wrestlers longer than I...But I have been an OUTLAW much longer than all three of you and it takes more to be what I am than what all three of you are put together...
And that is a lesson you will learn and I will teach to you the hard way. Because you will learn that the OPW PUREBLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP will be held by only those of us THAT ARE PUREBLOOD OUTLAWS! THE HOMEGROWN STARS! The men and women who make up the very fabric of our existence. The men and women who represent what makes OPW GREATER THAN ANY AND ALL other wrestling promotions before it. Because we allow any and all styles...And we get the job done by any means necessary! This is what this title means and this is my mission I will carry out with a firey rage and hatred that will scorch every single person in that rumble and who steps in my path afterwards. MONDAY NIGHT AT SOCIAL DISTANCING will begin an era of VIOLENCE UNLIKE ANYTHING OPW or PRO WRESTLING HAS SEEN BEFORE IT! And I will...let me say that one more time so that you all understand
I WILL
PAINT THAT FUCKING PICTURE TO ADD TO THE IMAGE OF THE BIGGER PICTURE HERE IN OPW WITH ALL OF YOUR BLOOD...AND ILL DRIP YOU ALL DRY IF I GOTTA, AND I WONT BAT AN EYELASH...AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS
V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.
So do yourselves a favor and get used to it...If not get the fuck on because you wont survive...I'll see to that as well! Because before I go I want to make one thing crystal fucking clear! Ophelia may be gone, but you can bet your sorry asses that it is my mission going forward to make sure every last one of you knows the true meaning and feeling of absolute, bitter, and unforgetable
P.A.I.N.
Nighty night PUSSIES...See ya tomorrow night!