Post by HavoK on May 31, 2020 22:48:40 GMT -5
time arises for me to shove you OFF!” - Quoted April the sixth Two Thousand and Four
Weight: 275 pounds
Height: 6 feet, 4 inches
Hometown: San Gregorio, California
Marital Status: Married to Jenna Riggs
Trademark Move: Ravager [Urinagi Suplex]
Desperation Finish: Sudden Impact [Superkick]
Signature Finish: Black Out [Split-Legged Pedigree]
Submission Finish: Sweet Dreams [Million Dollar Dream w/Body Scissors]
Combo Finish: The Royal Dream Sequence/R.D.S. [Punch Flurry/Gut Kick/Flowing DDT/Guillotine Choke]
Theme Song: Metallica's Master of Puppets [Jay30k Drum & Bass Remix]“I had planned on bowing out silently, but I just couldn't leave the business in the hands of
these miscreants. I am the best there is, and there isn't a single person who can contest
that fact. Whether I win, lose, or draw, I'll always be better than the rest.”
The sun had just started to go down, the air was cooling off quickly, so everyone was gathering their families up and heading back to their respective homes at the Compound. A day at the lake that would be the first of many more to come, a resounding success in terms of water fun, and relaxation. As everyone is going their separate ways, Damon kisses Jenna, nods to Dane and the boys to head to Church. Allison walks over and the two go over their plans to meet at Church in about an hour.
About twenty minutes later Dane has JJ and DJ running rope drills in the ring. Damon has set up shop in the lounge area, sipping his pre-workout as he oversees the training session. Popping his neck from side to side as he is known to do, Damon sets his shaker cup down and leans back on the couch. Scratching at his full beard for a moment before rubbing his stubby scalp with both hands, before putting his hands behind his head.
About twenty minutes later Dane has JJ and DJ running rope drills in the ring. Damon has set up shop in the lounge area, sipping his pre-workout as he oversees the training session. Popping his neck from side to side as he is known to do, Damon sets his shaker cup down and leans back on the couch. Scratching at his full beard for a moment before rubbing his stubby scalp with both hands, before putting his hands behind his head.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“In my damn near 30 year career, I’ve had a lot of firsts. But this, this one means more than any of them. You see, to my knowledge, this is the first time a father and daughter will be tagging together. The icing on the cake? We’re competing for the OPW Tag titles in our first match. And I finally get to lock up with the head cheese himself, Johnny Stylez. Or at least he was head cheese. But this time around, in another first, I’m the underdog in this match. I’m stepping into the ring with people that have no rust. People that have been actively competing in the ring. Make no mistake about it folks, as good as I may be in the ring, you can’t dismiss the ring rust. Don’t twist my words, I’m not making excuses here, no, quite the contrary to be honest.”
“Think about it Johnny, you’re a guy that’s been chasing my coattails, nipping at my heels but still living in my shadow after all these years. I come back and suddenly the spotlight has been taken from you and aimed directly at me and mine. Here I am, after a lengthy hiatus, about to break my foot off in your sorry ass. Imagine what that’s going to do to your image, your reputation. Imagine how disrespectful that will be to the legacy of the Don of Disrespect. And speaking of disrespect, I expected more out of this company. Instead, I see a scattered and disorganized front office, no surprise with you at the helm, Johnny. Not only that, but I see talent with egos bigger than mine whining and complaining about my ego and how I comport myself around the offices and locker rooms. And my oh my what a revolving door you’ve got here. They’re in, they’re out, they’re back in and then right back out again. At some point, Johnny, ya gotta put your foot down, pull on your big boy britches and start getting these hacks in line. But it’s okay, Johnboy. See, you have the full might of the Wolfpack here to save the day. Just like old times, and you know it.”
“The second one of us set foot in a company, the whole roster knew it was just a matter of time before the rest of the pack followed. And there wasn’t anyone that could stop us from taking over...each…and...every...time. Sure, we had some solid opposition, FoCuS was possibly the biggest threat we went up against. But in the end, where are they, and where are we? My sentiment exactly. It’s so cute that you think your little Syndicate is up to Pack or even FoCuS standards. Be real with yourself Johnny, the biggest threat in your crew is one of us, who simply lost his way, and then there’s his wife who has a pedigree all her own. You think that makes you or the rest of your ragtag group of misfits a viable threat to us?”
“NOT EVEN F’N CLOSE!”
“You know full well that I built my career dominating people inside the ring. Josh Manhunt, The Montuoris, Morbid Wolf, JR, ENFORCER, and of course you too Johnny. The revolving cast of characters set up before me, just to be laid to waste at my feet by the end of each respective match. And this is only the list from the top of my head. If one were to delve into the rabbit hole of Damon HavoK Riggs' casualties, you’d find Jason Jarrett, Corey Bradley, Chris Champion, The Game, Bryan A. Dyamond, Shane Douglas, Jerome, Stephen Stratford, Sean Galen, Falcon May, hot damn this list could go on and on for days. Now, please don’t think me so arrogant that I would lead the world to believe I’ve never tasted the bitterness of defeat. I’d be a damned liar if I tried to claim to be unbeatable. Unbreakable? Absolutely. Unbeatable? Nah. You just gotta get up really early in the morning if you plan on securing a victory against me. So pack two lunches for yourself and two more for Mrs. Fury-Wolf. It’s gonna be a long, hard night for the both of you.”
Damon rises from the couch, grabbing his shaker, and strolls over to the low, padded, barricade wall used to prevent the action from spilling out of the ring and into the lounge area. Propping himself up on one arm and eyeing Dane’s training techniques and cues more closely, Damon sips his pre-workout once more before he speaks again.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“Here I am giving Johnny all of my attention, I’d be remiss to keep quiet about you Le’Andra. Your father Bryan and I, we had some run-ins back in the day. But I can’t honestly say that I had any issues with him as our working relationship was brief, and he eventually moved onto greener pastures. That was about the same time myself, Vincent and VooDoo formed the very foundations of the Wolfpack. That said, I respect your father. But at this moment in time, I find myself holding very little respect for your husband, Xavier. No secret there, very seldom gave he and I seen eye to eye. Hell, I broke my hand punching through a wall, instead of his face, when I found out about him and my Princess. I can’t hold his past transgressions against you though, Le’Andra. As I said earlier, your pedigree speaks for itself. I know you took after your father, much to your mother’s dismay. Do send her regards from me and Jenna, she’s always been kind and seen to it that our needs were met whenever we stayed in one of your family hotels. But that’s where the respect stops, young Miss Fury. You’ll have to earn the rest. When we set foot in the ring, do not think me evil or violent, but I will be putting my hands on you and it will not be a pleasant experience for you.”
“When you have been around so many talented and dominant women in this business like I have, you learn to put morals aside and kick their asses just like you would any of the boys in the locker rooms. Because if you don’t, women like VooDoo, Vhodka Marie, Stellar Giuliani, my sister Miss Michelle, Anicka Swan and now my daughter Allison, let's just say they’re not afraid to beat a man down any more than they’d be afraid of beating YOU down. I tell you all of this as a courtesy, please see to it that you and I do not face each other in the ring. I will not be held accountable for what I do, I know your parents will both understand. Mom being a cutthroat businesswoman and your dad being a former wrestler. They know competition and they know that business is simply business.”
“But let’s get back to you for a moment, Johnny. Don’t think for one moment that I’ve forgotten about how you destroyed my property. Or how you attempted to sully my reputation, by accusing ME of fraud. Or how you damn near blinded and almost permanently scarred my son in law’s face, it was bad enough to begin with. See, now it’s high time the Devil gets his due. In this story, you’re the Devil, Johnny. And you’re due for one hell of a beating. I don’t care one iota about the Tag Championship. If we win them, awesome, another feather in my cap and something else to brag about. Father and daughter, battle tested Warriors, Wolves by another name, CHAMPIONS BY BLOOD. But the big prize here, to me, that is me finally getting my hands around that weaselly, little neck of yours. I can already feel the Thrill rising, just thinking about what I’m going to do to you in that ring. And before you try to twist my words around on me, turning them into some degenerative sexual innuendo, the Thrill I'm talking about, that’s the adrenaline, the rush, the inexplicable energy coursing through my veins each and every time I step into the ring. That Thrill is what has given me the edge, the advantage if you will, throughout the course of my career.”
“I learned, very early on, how to focus my anger, anticipation and adrenaline into something useful. I learned how to harness those emotions and energies, and focus them as I go into battle. It’s what has set me and mine apart from everyone else all these years. Wolves recognize other wolves. Predators acknowledge other predators. And then there’s you Johnboy. The man who wished he rode up and down the road with Wolves, but instead surrounded himself with snakes and vipers. Your allies would sooner be at your throat for their own personal gain than prop you up as their leader. Especially considering what you did to that poor girl back in aW, I’ll have you know I paid for her medical expenses after you beat her half to death. We can add that to your tab as well. But before I collect the money you owe me, I’m going to throw you a beating the likes of which you haven’t seen since the last time you and I were in the ring. You know how this ends Johnny. The same way it always does. No matter how good you think you are…”
“I AM THAT MUCH BETTER!”
“...always have been, always will be...”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“...try and prove me wrong.”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Try and prove US wrong.”
Allison walks into view in her training gear and pads. Damon was finishing up taping his hands and wrists and tossed the athletic tape her way.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“Damn right, Princess. It’s time to show OPW that Allison Riggs-Preston isn’t a dainty little Princess, but the Warrior Princess this business has desperately been yearning for. Sadly, Le’Andra, she’s going to prove that at your expense. But don't feel too bad about it, because I’m about to make Johnny my BITCH one more time.”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“And like my daddy always says, no matter how good you THINK you are...”
“WE ARE THAT MUCH BETTER!”
Damon simply glares through the camera lens before finishing his pre-workout and setting the shaker down. Hopping the barricade, Damon yells at Dane and the boys to go hit the cardio equipment so he and Allison could take the ring.
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