Post by enforcer on Jun 14, 2020 22:34:01 GMT -5
*Scene*
::Wearing a black sweater, over a white dress shirt, a yellow tie, with black pants, and black dress shoes. Enforcer is sitting in a dimly lit room that is used as a library on an estate. Enforcer takes a puff of a cigar and sets the cigar down in an ashtray on a small table that is just to the left of the chair Enforcer is sitting in. Enforcer picks up the glass of scotch that was next to the ashtray and takes a sip of scotch. Enforcer sets the glass of scotch back down on the table next to the ashtray.::Enforcer:When I was young I romanticized the life of an outlaw. Bad Guys! That though was a long time ago. Which is why I accepted at a very young age, doing the things that were necessary for me to survive. Does that make the horrible things I have had to do make me a horrible person or just devoid of emotion? Or does it even phucken matter? I have always thought that there has been no tectonic shift of the greed of the eighties. We as a society seemed to just know how to hide it better despite being in the age of social media. At least the people with a clue can keep their vices and flaws private but the majority of the analphabetic society doesn’t have a clue. Which is why there are nonsensical twitter rants and or lowbrow Instagram Live posts. Much like our society mirrors those in this business. For that one person will the some intelligence there is a thousand people who are showing the world how idiotic they truly are. There are people around OPW who would like to believe that Insurgence is fizzling out. Which is fine because I get it. It would be one less group the Wolfpack and corny ass phailures, The Syndicate, would have to worry about. But if those mooncalves really believe that and have their heart set on Insurgence continued downfall they’ll indeed be in for a rude awakening.
::Enforcer picks up the glass of scotch and the Cuban cigar out of the ashtray. Enforcer takes a hit from his cigar then takes a sip of scotch.::
Enforcer:I have found myself needing to have a drink and or smoke each time I even think of OPW or talk about that of Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Because Mike and I have had our eyes on the World Tag Team title since coming into OPW. We came close against the sheeps in wolves clothing and of course we remember what happened in that match. Eddie Havok stuck his nose in our business and cost us the titles we were just about to win. Then the now former tag team champions, the Syndicate, got a underhand win when they became World tag Team titles. Hey, Johnny Boy how did the match against the Riggs Legacy go last week? Looks like Damon put you into your place once again. Not that I am surprised in the least but it was still riveting television. But I must digress because I am now focused on not only keeping Insurgence strong but also looking forward to not only a fatal fourway but an Ultimate X fatal fourway against three exceptional talents.The winner not only gets bragging rights but also qualifies for the Stairway 2 Hell match.
::Enforcer takes the last sip of his scotch and sets the glass back down on the table.::
Enforcer:I know, I know what you bitch asses are going to say because you are all so predictable. All that scotch is nothing but liquid courage. WRONG!!!! I just like scotch. No need to overthink this, fellas. That is assuming you were thinking at all. Now to get to Stairway 2 Hell I have once again do battle with Abdul Bin Hussan. Seriously, Abdul again? He just bitches about infidels in America yet he came to this country from the Middle East. Hey genius, why would you travel all the way to the United States if you hate the country and the people in it. That just screams like a dumb ass move to me. Why put yourself through the heartache, Abdul? I mean damn that flight is just about twenty four hours long. I am not going to scoot over on the couch if I don’t feel like it, much less travel thousands upon thousands of miles to a place I don’t want to be. Why not just hangout in your castle, marry like six or so hot ass women who will be subservient to you, and enjoy your millions of dollars? Yet here you are Abdul making all of us suffer listening to your voice over and over. While I have your attention Abdul, will you make my voicemail outgoing message? Now don’t get me wrong, it is not because you have such an engaging voice like James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman. It is not because you’ll cuss more than a phucker being chased by a Cheetah. It is because your voice sounds like a baby hyena getting raped by an elephant with Fran Drescher on commentary as she gargles two razor blades. That is the kind of outgoing message that will make people realize they should text me instead of actually calling me. Do the world a favor, go drink a big bottle of Coronavirus and go back home.
::Enforcer walks over to the door of the library. He opens the door to a long hallway that is dimly lit, as well.::
Enforcer:Dammit! Why does he keep doing so much construction on this damn place? It is never the same from one day to the next!!!
::Enforcer looks in each direction of the hallway and he shrugs his shoulders. From behind him the Enforcer hears a voice.::
Voice:You don’t know which way to go, do you?
::Enforcer turns around and sees the 8 year old son of HHW owner, Caden Cranston::
Enforcer:Dammit Caden!!! What the hell are you doing up at damn near one in the morning?
Caden:How dare you curse in front of me? You know I don’t like to hear those words.
Enforcer:Even in the middle of the night and you are still trying to hustle me money for your swear jar?
Caden:Yup!
Enforcer:I can appreciate that, kid. But you need to get back to bed. If your dad is going to kill you and he is going to endlessly bitch at me!
Caden:You're not going to tell my dad, are you? I woke up and just wanted some cookies.
Enforcer:It’s cookies, I get it but you need to get back to your room. Your dad nags me on a good day. I don’t need to hear all that noise.
::Caden pouts and starts to walk down the hall.::
Enforcer:Hey, kid, wait up I am going to make sure you go where you're supposed to.
Caden:(Looking up at Enforcer)You just need help so you won’t be lost anymore?
Enforcer:Shoosh! I don’t need you asking your pesky questions!
::Enforcer and Caden walk down the hallway. They take a right turn and another left turn.::
Enforcer:Here we are at your room and now it is time for you to go to bed.
Caden:But I do…..
Enforcer:But nothing! Go!
Caden:Way to be a jerk about it.
::Caden walks into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him.::
Enforcer:Damn kid.
::Enforcer continues walking down the hallway.::
Enforcer:We each are going somewhere. Even if you are going nowhere it just so happens to be somewhere. The quest to find that destination is addictive because we easily forget and have to remind ourselves is to stop and smell the roses. To enjoy the journey. Even when we stop to smell the roses we still have the destination on our minds. Mr. Holiday, where is your ultimate destination? Unlike most of the other wrestlers who step into the ring I see the finish line to my career. Which means I have to make every damn opportunity count because they very well could be the last. Mr. Holliday, our journey to our respective destination will clash at Highway 2 Hell. There is no other option but to go straight through each other and sees where everything lays once that happens.
::Enforcer stops in the hallway in front of a room. He opens the door and turns on the light.::
Enforcer:Phuck yeah!!!! There is my stuff and the room I am staying in tonight.
::Enforcer walks over to the bedroom window and opens the window. The Enforcer feels the cool air of the midnight air. He takes another hit of his cigar.::
Enforcer:We all look at ourselves as the protagonist of our own journey. We are the hero that will save the day no matter what is put before us. Well, Mr. Protagonist, as it has been said before many times, “Every fairytale has a hero and a villain.” I quite enjoy wearing the black hat because when you do you can do whatever the phuck you want. I have to say, Mr. Protagonist, thank you for noticing my verbiage skills. Those who cannot grow and learn from history are stuck to repeat the same things over and over again. Which is why I don’t feel the need to constantly repeat myself. Who needs to keep saying the same things over and over? It is preposterous and that is in fact the point. If that can’t be comprehended then that is a user error that was made by the student. The point of it all I handle my business in the ring, Mr. Protagonist. You can talk about it all you want. I, on the other hand, am about it. Which is why I have been able to sustain a twenty three year long career and still be able to compete in a company such as OPW. If you haven’t noticed Johnny Boy some how was able to bring in some damn good talent. While it is probably more so Roger who did the actual leg work we all know Johnny Boy will try to hog all the credit. We all have to admit to ourselves of our shortcomings and our flaws. I am able to do so but I still remain the greatest person to ever live.::
::Enforcer takes another hit of his cigar as the camera fades to black.::