Riggs Legacy 2: "Shining in gold, blinded by the light."
Jun 14, 2020 22:40:53 GMT -5
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Post by HavoK on Jun 14, 2020 22:40:53 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 - www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fBmYiEqCw0]“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.”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
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ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Daddy, Jenna said that you flew back to San Francisco for a few days?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I did. Why, what’s up?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Are you going to be stopping by The Castle on your way back to The Compound?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I hadn’t planned on it, but I can since I'm already here. What do you need me to grab?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Mom doesn’t have the address to the new Compound, so she sent all of her old ring attire there for me. I thought since the boys were having some of your old gear tailored and tooled to them, that I would do the same with some of mom’s old gear. Can you grab one of your old ring jackets too, the shiny black one with the sleeves?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“One of the old black Bloodpact ones?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I worked out this morning with Vin before I left The Compound. He tagged me on the jaw pretty good too.”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Sounds like Uncle Vin, I’ll try popping Aunt Voo to get back at him for ya. I’m just walking into Church. I love you, Daddy. Don’t forget my stuff!”
A montage of aerial views from a small private jet set to Steve Miller Band’s “Jet Airliner” plays as the trip makes its way across the United States from Parts Unknown to San Francisco. Touching down at a San Carlos Airport, a smaller airstrip reserved for privately owned planes, the sleek but luxurious Howling Wolf II taxis to a blacked out private hangar. Once inside, the door opens as the hulking mass of Damon HavoK Riggs steps out, his large feet crashing down on the steel steps as he makes his way down. The music ends as Damon steps down from the last step, his smartphone glued to the side of his head.
“No, no. You have it all wrong Manhunt. They gave me the choice of who I want to speak at this thing. [Pause] No, it’s not a ploy to get you back into the ring. I’ve already got a full plate with Johnny Stylez and his little Syndicate, and whoever the fuck this SAM dude is. [Pause] I get it, I respect your decision to stay in retirement, just at least consider speaking at this thing. You and I had some wars in our day, it would mean a lot for you to be there. [Pause] That’s all I’m asking, just think about it. I just touched down, I’m heading to the office, we’ll talk about this more soon.”
The pilot walks over with Damon’s duffel and messenger bag, which Damon graciously accepts, after which he hands the pilot a small wad of cash before giving him further instructions. Nodding in agreement, the pilot takes his leave and Damon tosses his bags on the back seat of his slammed Black Diamond Edition Chevrolet Avalanche 4x4, before ducking down to climb inside. Damon taps on his Apple Watch a few times and the view switches to a dash mounted camera aimed directly at him in the driver’s seat.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“Before I get down to business, I wanted to take this moment to speak from the heart. I would like to express my heartfelt condolences to the Black community in America, it’s been a very hectic couple of weeks for all of you and your friends and family. I wanted to take a moment to let you all know that I am heading into the office to jump on a conference call with all talents contracted to Icon Statys Inc. about our support for the Black Lives Matter movement and to assure all of our Black team members that we have your back and we will fight to do what it takes to ensure that equality and justice finally includes Black Americans and all other nationalities, people of color as well as the LGBTQ+ communities. Not to sound cliche, but All Lives Can’t Matter until Black Lives Do. I have already committed $10M to the NAACP on behalf of Icon Statys Inc. To my OPW fans, friends, family and foes; it’s been a very busy couple of weeks for me, so I’d like to apologize for not making an appearance sooner. Between the day to day business operations of my firm, the pandemic, the social upheaval in our country and the fact that I’m being honored with a lifetime achievement award and an event that has required much planning on my end, my attention has not been as focused on the upcoming tag title match against Apathy and Eoin O’rourke as it should have been.”
Damon reaches down and pushes the Engine Start button and listens to the engine kick over, the loping of the cam at idle a sound as pleasant as the hum of a cat as it sleeps, he gently raps on the gas, twin turbochargers spool up and the Borla ATAK exhaust growls as the engine comes to life. Placing his hand on the Camaro ZL1 shifter he had installed in the truck, Damon shifts into drive and punches the gas, all four wheels breaking loose leaving a trail of rubber in its wake as the Avalanche rips out of the hangar and heads toward the airport exit.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“Before I address the match, I need to address a few things. First, I’d like to welcome my sister Miss Michelle back to the business, it’s good to see more family returning to that which made us successful. Especially considering this being my last hurrah and all. So it’s great to have you back to witness it first hand. Secondly, Adrian Black, I see that you’ve opted to return to the business as well, but this time you’ve chosen to drop yourself right in the middle of Wolf Pack and Syndicate business, on the wrong side no less. What you did, drugging and abducting Voodoo, that will not go unpunished, I can promise you. In due time, whether it’s Vincent, me, Anicka, or Allison, someone from the Pack is going to make you regret your actions. Thirdly, SAM, you’ve already got my attention you son of a bitch. Stop making life difficult for other people, be a man and come meet me in the ring and speak your mind. I haven’t lied about a goddamned thing and I will be damned if some horror genre reject is going to run around attacking people and blaming me for it. Like I said before, I’m not hard to find. As a matter of fact, after Allison and I defend our tag titles at Highway to Hell, why don’t you join me in the ring, hmm? I humbly await your reply. To my son in law Dane, I noticed you have been distant since the last Showdown. I know you went and spoke to Xavier, and you’ve been avoiding me ever since. I want to know what that conversation was all about and I want to know immediately.”
After stopping for a red light at Redwood Shores Parkway, Damon punches the gas when the light turns green, shooting for Highway 101 northbound towards San Francisco where the HQ for Icon Statys Sports Marketing and Talent Agency is based. Ripping down the freeway, Damon threads the needle between cars, making lane changes that normal folks wouldn’t dream of executing. Finally merging into the fast lane, Damon buries the needle and has a wide open lane to himself.
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“If I could pluck myself out of 1997 and have him ride shotgun with me today, oh the lessons I would impart to him. Being a young father, a survivor after a shitty upbringing marred with tragedy, to a career riddled with nefarious characters. I wonder if life today would be different after giving my younger self the heads up, or if it would have created an alternate timeline where the Damon Riggs of that timeline made smarter decisions, and less enemies. I’ve got the reputation of a shrewd, cutthroat businessman, and for good reason. Because I am one. But the truth of it is, when I succeed, so too does the business I am associated with and by extension so too do those associated with said business. But not everyone recognizes the correlation of success by having me as an active competitor on their roster.”
“I’m sure some of you are sitting there wondering what in the blue hell is the old man prattling on about. Allow me the indulgence of telling you my story. It’s no secret that I am a hated man in this industry. Companies rose and companies fell, oftentimes as a direct result of my presence or my actions while employed by some of these companies. I was labeled a cancer, despite the fact that wherever I went, success followed. And with that success came the contenders, the naysayers, the guys and gals that wanted to prove themselves by stepping into the ring with me. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone in the business. I did manage to amass a circle of friends and allies who fought at my side. The truth of the matter is that while I was dominating the business on my own, some of my allies and foes were dominating in other companies and circles. Eventually we came into the same circles and that is when the magic really happened. Among those foes were Josh Manhunt, Stephen Stratford, Sean Galen, Bryan A. Dyamond off and on, Jerome, Joe and Paul Montuori, Alexander Yanez, Cameron Vincent, Johnny Stylez, Damien and Xavier Dunn, Jason Jarrett and Corey Bradley to name a few. Among those friends and allies were Vincent Black and VooDoo, Dave Mitchels, Eric Walsh, Bobby Ciccone, Dyamond and his wife Vhodka Marie, Kal X Wolf, The Enforcer, and Anicka Swan. There are so many people throughout my career that I wish I had kept in contact with, because I would love for them to be with us in OutlawPro.”
“The point is, at the highest peak of success for the Riggs Family and the Wolf Pack, everyone else was wining and dining and living high on the hog because the business itself was more successful than it had ever been. Some can argue with me over this, but the fact is that success had a lot to do with me and the Wolf Pack. Which brings me to why any of this matters. Some here in OPW take issue with my presence here, whether it be from the reputation of my past, or because I carry a fair amount of stroke and I’m not afraid of showing it. I know, Apathy, that you are one of those speaking out against me. I know you don’t like me. I know you also have a bone to pick with me after what SAM did to you a couple weeks back. You’re entitled to feel however you choose, just know that at the end of the day my aim is to ensure OPW’s continued success, and that includes your success as well. We don’t have to be friends, in this business it’s very well known that you make more enemies than you do friends, and I’m perfectly fine with that. At the very least, I’d like to ensure that there would be more pleasantries between us in the locker room in the future. I know that’s a tall order for a person in my position to ask, all things considered, especially when we’re about to face off in the ring for the OPW Tag Team Championships that Allison and I just won.”
“While Johnny Stylez and I are very clearly not the best of friends, we have been known to counsel with one another regarding the business. One of his wet dreams has always been to see Voodoo vs Apathy, as a matter of fact this is a topic he has driven into my skull many times. In his eyes the two of you are so similar to each other. Top Marquee billing, anyone with half a brain would see big money with that match. Be that as it may, I find myself second guessing Johnny on his comparison, because I just don’t see the similarities between the two of you. What I do see is two very unique women with a respectable career in the business. Your name is not foreign to me, as I’ve heard your name mentioned over the years, and I know with it comes a reputation all your own. Though I don’t recall us ever crossing paths in a match before, please correct me if I am wrong.”
“It would seem that you and I have more in common than I had originally thought, Apathy. According to Johnny, we are two legends in this business that he holds in very high regard. We are both back to finish our careers on our own terms and in so doing, I imagine there are matches we both want to happen, and I can’t imagine this tag match being one of them. Be that as it may, this is where we find ourselves, two legends on opposing sides of the ring, about to go to war for the golden prize. Only one legend’s team is walking out with those titles, and that team is mine. I can’t recall a time in this business where a father and daughter had the privilege of standing in the ring, united by something other than family or blood bonds, with Championship gold in their possession. And I will be damned if someone is going to take that away from us, especially so soon after we won these titles. Now, I’ve got to switch gears for a moment…”
Almost as if he uttered those words on cue, Damon cranks the wheel to the right, then left, then right and left once more as he weaves in and out of slower traffic and punches the gas once more. With his famous Billion Dollar Smirk plastered from one ear to the other, Damon continues.
“Slow ass motherfucking Bay Area drivers. Oh, wait. Where was I? That’s right, I’ve spent all this time talking about little old Apathy that I haven’t given myself a chance to speak on her partner Eoin O’rourke. A man of mystery, a family man of sorts, and a man who just so happens to be bedding his tag partner. Hmm, I know quite a bit about those last two. Mystery has never been my strong suit, I’ve always been more of a Leeroy Jenkins kinda guy; runnin and gunnin, only difference being that I don’t wind up getting my ass handed to me. Well, at least not like him. Ohhhh, did the Old Man just make a gaming reference? Yes, yes he did. The price one pays for having teenage boys and a now full grown daughter who have all played games, well the boys still do. I’ve had tag matches with my ex-wife Stellar Giuliani, my ex-girlfriend Alexis Austin, I’ve had tag matches with my wife Jenna. That said, my current partner is my daughter, and I am NOTHING like that Angry Orange Twitterman currently occupying the Oval Office, because I would never claim that I would date my own daughter. Sorry, just had to cover that one before someone else tried to make something out of it. ANYways, this just got a tad awkward, so moving right along.”
“I understand you’re trying to rise up the ranks here in OutlawPro, I commend you for it. Focusing on career advancement by becoming a contender is one of the things I have taught all my students. Well, those who would listen at any rate; Dane Preston and my daughter Allison being the two most successful of students. Some would argue that Brandon Moore is more successful, be that as it may, I don’t claim him. He washed out of my training and went on to do what some say are great things. Whatever. The point is you have your head in the right place and seem to be focusing on the right path in terms of career trajectory. Sadly, your head isn’t going to be in the right place after I drill it into the mat with a Black Out. I’ve been as respectful as I could be, but the fact is, we are opponents and we’re about to lock up inside the ring. While I have no personal quarrels with you or your dame, you are an obstacle in our path to successfully defend the OPW Tag Team Championships. Which means this is where the respect ends and the battle for glory begins.”
With that, Damon takes the Sierra Point Parkway exit off of Highway 101 and heads toward a towering building in the distance, its massive crest can be seen for miles, the white silhouette of a muscular man, followed by Icon Statys Inc. in bold red lettering both outlined in black. A few minutes and several stoplights later, Damon pulls up to the very secure campus of his firm. Upon reaching the gate, Damon swipes his Apple Watch at the scanner and fist bumps the guard on duty. Engaging in some muffled small talk, Damon checks in with the security guard until the gate opens and Damon says goodbye and proceeds to the building.
“15 years into this profession, I had amassed a fortune I never thought possible. I had also built a network of managers, agents and talent scouts. I saw how important their roles are and knew that I wanted to do something that was still connected to this business when I couldn’t do what we do in the ring any longer. I spent a long time building this business. I had some funding from Kal X. Wolf, the late Ryan Hall, and several other more well off stars in the business to get the ball rolling on this. I am proud of the fact that my firm was so successful in its first 5 years, that I was able to repay all the people who invested in the startup, with interest. 5 years later, I’m more successful than I have ever been. And yet, that itch, that desire, that raging inferno still burned in the pit of my gut. My boys were too young to truly get to see me do what I do in the ring, and I know I’ve got one last good run in me. So here I am, putting this tired, old body through the ringer one more time.”
The phone began to ring, Damon pressed the call button on the steering wheel.
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Daddy, Jenna said that you flew back to San Francisco for a few days?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I did. Why, what’s up?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Are you going to be stopping by The Castle on your way back to The Compound?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I hadn’t planned on it, but I can since I'm already here. What do you need me to grab?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Mom doesn’t have the address to the new Compound, so she sent all of her old ring attire there for me. I thought since the boys were having some of your old gear tailored and tooled to them, that I would do the same with some of mom’s old gear. Can you grab one of your old ring jackets too, the shiny black one with the sleeves?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“One of the old black Bloodpact ones?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Those are the ones. I hope you don’t mind it being tailored for me, I’m also throwing the Riggs family crest on it like you have on your vest and tights.”
“That’s my girl. I’ll grab two of them. Lord knows I had way too much attire made that I never actually wore. Now then, how are my grandbabies?”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“They’re fine. Napping. One and Two are looking after them. Dane and I are heading to Church with the boys right now. Voo is meeting us there. You know you should be training too, right?”
DAMON HAVOK RIGGS
“I worked out this morning with Vin before I left The Compound. He tagged me on the jaw pretty good too.”
ALLISON RIGGS-PRESTON
“Sounds like Uncle Vin, I’ll try popping Aunt Voo to get back at him for ya. I’m just walking into Church. I love you, Daddy. Don’t forget my stuff!”
Before Damon could reply the call ended. With a shrug Damon turns the truck off and kills the recording before climbing out of the truck to head into his office.
[D4L Productions 1997-2020]