Post by Rivers on Jun 25, 2020 19:16:48 GMT -5
The inside of a factory, and as the camera pans around down to the lights we are almost completely blinded, so the camera has a hard pan up. When it does it becomes very apparent that we are in a smelting forge, but we do not now the exact reason until
now. There is a reason why this place is lit up like a world famous baseball field, and that is when it slowly centers upon Christian Rivers. Usually he would look furious but it appears he set this meeting upon himself and the viewer purposely. As the camera begins to zoom out we finally get an idea of just what he is up to.
"I see Damon finally dragged his walker out of the closet, and then practiced day, and night before he was able to walk without it. However, we are not here to discuss Riggs, and his path to his former glory. So now please allow me to move on to what we're doing here now."
I step up to the camera and set it back up so it doesn't fall lopsided again, or fall to the side either. It is with this that I now shift the focus over to one Jason Ryan, who was the new OPW Prestige Champion after dethroning Eddie Havok. The fact that I would not get a rematch with Eddie at first gave me great concern, but then I laughed it off because the OPW gave me a greater gift. A triple threat match meaning that Jason didn't have to be involved in the decision to lose his belt.
"Jason, let me ask you a serious question before you start to run your mouth again like it's nobodies business. Do you really think that anybody cares about the APW? You see if I were able to even hold your APW championship I would bring it here, and smelt it down into nothing more than a piece of scrap to sell. That would probably piss you off more than I could ever imagine because you could not afford the insurance on carrying it around any more. In fact, you'd likely be fired because you couldn't be trusted with it. This, however is not the APW, and this is in fact, the OPW, and guess what? I hold the power here! I'm sure nobody has to tell you the honest truth which is the simple fact that you are powerless to do anything here. You cannot stop me from taking that OPW Prestige belt and do you want to know how I know? Because I'm superior to you in every way! My experience far out weighs yours, and my submission wrestling is far superior. Not only do you have a death warrant but you will have a death sentence, and it will be a death sentence you can't escape!"
"Now while everything may have temporarily come together for you; it is all about to fall about in an instant, and do you know why? I'll tell you why! I'm going to send you back into obscurity. Now it doesn't matter what you say against me. It's all been said before, and I've all ready conquered it. It's not like facing you for this belt is worth my time, or is even a real challenge to me but some where in the back of your mind you probably believe you actually stand a chance. They said ignorance is bliss, and if you live in your body ignorance must be bliss because you're the most ignorant fellow I've ever laid my eyes on! If you're what a champion should be then the OPW should close its doors right now! You can disagree with me all you wish, but the fact remains you are talking out of your ass, and that general consensus is true. No matter what you tell yourself, or whether you petition others in the OPW to tell me I'm wrong it doesn't really matter! The reason it doesn't matter is simply because I speak the gospel. While when you speak, well nobody pays attention. It's now time for me to lay some truth on you. You're not a double champion Jason. You are in fact a single champion here in the OPW. It's not as if anybody would follow you over to that hack operation known as APW just to beat you for that piece of shit that stinks up these hallowed halls. You're giving yourself too much credit too Jason because you've come across a man whose career you cannot end. I can mangle your body worse than a car accident, and you better goddamn believe I will do that! When I look back on your promo against Eddie Havok I'm ashamed to even have to use it as home work to face you! I thought I would be looking at something ground breaking, and earth-shattering. But no! Just like that organization you promote, and that title you bring here like I'm suppose to be impressed, I am in fact neither! I'm ashamed you promote a second rate organization, and you carry a title that reeks of dog shit every place you go! You some how got your hands on the Prestige Title, but that is all coming to an end, because in Boston I will not waste this gift that has been given to me! While you thought Eddie was not worth the effort I in fact think you are worth the effort. Not only to be beaten but to be humiliated on the grandest stage we can place you on! To show you that OPW is the only thing that matters. Not any other organization. This is like a protest in a way. You have no right to free speech, and the only other difference is it's legal to riot, and burn shit! However riots aren't going to save you because I do something most people don't. I carry two 45 caliber 1911's to the ring, in my two leg holsters here. They're both loaded. Now there may some type of agreement I signed with OPW when I got here that says I cannot blow your goddamn head off, but I will most definitely knee cap you in both of your knees to get my point across. Your hospital bill is none of my concern. You need to remember you came into hostile territory spouting off nonsense and somebody might have taken offense. Usually its hard to offend me but the tide must be turning because your mere presence simply does it!"
Any past accolade I have I throw into the smelting forge and watch it disintegrate into nothing.This is symbolic of my moving onto OPW, and letting my actions in OPW speak for themselves. I didn't care about anybodies thoughts and opinions on the subject. Everybody eventually gets to this point. We cannot all be like Damon Riggs. A man who let's his former glory speak for him. Some of us have to actually live in the present, and that is exactly what I was doing. If the OPW needed an outlaw they damn sure found one. I've never been one to go along with the pack. I always made my own decisions for better or for worse, and nobody was going to tell me different.
"Jason, Highway 2 Hell could have been a turning point for you. But it wasn't! All it did was set the road that was to follow. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine that you would win a title, and then you were destined to lose it! You're never really going to get the opportunity to challenge yourself, or have people feel like you're a dominant champion. You've all ready hit the dead end. I am the bench mark in the OPW, and I've had my issues but my past reputation speaks for itself. That's bad for you because when you start asking people about me whether its good or bad people will answer the same. "You're fucked!" Might as well just hand the belt over to me, and admit that you were drowning in the deep end. I'm not the person to save you either! I'm the type of person to hold your head under until you drown, and then I'll be sure to put your dead body in a place it will disappear, and nobody will ever find you. I'm guessing nobody would ever honor your memory either. Your hack organization would likely replace you without a second thought. No need to disagree with me Jason! You all ready know I'm right! Nothing you say will ever convince me I am wrong! Your first defense, and you are all ready dead in the water! You clearly were not ready for this type of stress. You were completely unprepared. In my world that is called a perfect storm. Because you are you, you won't be able to over come this storm! Face it I've got the advantage and you don't!"
As I turn from smelting my past possessions I turn to the camera, and crack a cocky smile, and then I'm in deep thought but only for a moment as I shift the focus away from Jason Ryan, and then onto my other potential threat. A competitor by the name of Ariel Shadows.
"Ariel, this is what you would call a bit of irony isn't it? I guess there is no low the OPW will not sink to especially with you being the Commissioner. One might look at this, and see it as a reward, but I instead see it as a punishment. This is obviously a test to see if you pass or not! When you introduced yourself I bet you thought somebody was going to take notice right? Ask me if I give a shit because clearly I do not! I'm the money maker for the OPW. I fail to understand why you would make the suggestion that its your job to keep this place running. Maybe its simply because I'm selfish and I do not share my money with anybody. When it comes to money I'm a goddamn hoarder. Some folks might call me a tight wad, but guess what? I always have money because banks are bullshit. It's better you know this now than later. If you're going to sign my paycheck even after I beat the holy hell out of you then I guess you're good in my book. With one exception, you like Jason Ryan are powerless to stop me or fire me or anything I do. Now that we have that aside we can all get back to getting to know each other! You know when you go over your titles it seriously makes me want to laugh out loud. I mean seriously! You're a regulator? You can't regulate a triple threat match. It's going to turn into pure chaos, and you will not be able to stop it from happening! Now the next thing you said was not only hilarious, but makes me think maybe you are in the wrong job. You're a peace keeper? Now that's hilarious. There is no peace in the OPW. You can take a look at this roster, and figure that out! A peace keeper! Now that's rich! Tell me another joke please! If I were truly allowed to do what I wanted the way I wanted to do it then you would not be in this match. You would excuse yourself right on the hell out of it. But you're not going to do that. So maybe you should just take a dive for what's best for business, and hand me the belt right now! You being in this match shakes the fundamentals of OPW. A commissioner in the match, as if that doesn't scream favoritism, and selfishness. It's a good thing I have a remedy for that!"
I walk out of the smelting forge, and I shut the lights off as we're left in complete darkness. I then walk outside into the brisk air that is beginning to get a chill do it. Damn this Colorado weather. You could never depend on it for anything! It was a coat thing I had a heavy coat close by.
"You're so concerned about Roger Wright, and "The Don of Disrespect" Johnny Stylez that you insert yourself into my business? A man I might add you have no business getting involved with. Words, and actions are two different things, and your actions don't really line up with your words do they? You love wrestling but anybody who knows me knows I like to put bullets between my enemies eyes, and then I disappear. I cover my tracks so well that I can never be caught, and if you need to ask why then clearly you don't understand just how dangerous I actually am. Nobody gives a rats ass whose giving who a head ache, as long as we all get paid and stay in business. You might have been awarded a fancy title, but clearly you are a dumb as a brick! Seems like you're doing the opposite of your job to me but don't worry Ariel. I'm about to give you a lesson in why you should stay the fuck out of my business! You might think you have unlimited power to do what you want in this match but I'm about to show you how wrong you are after I put you on the shelf in your first and only match here in the OPW. I'm a submission wrestling machine. I know more holds than the history books on the subject. That's a lot of mastery on the subject, so I'm going to tell you this only one time. Recuse yourself out of this match or else I'm going to send you to the hospital and I promise you that OPW won't foot the goddamn bill. I'll just bill it to APW and Jason Ryan on your behalf! Clearly you're not very good with locations or geography because this is Boston. Not Vegas! Clearly, you would understand this if you looked on a map, or used an atlas! Beside if you ask me who the hell cares if Johnny, and Roger tear each other a part. We call that a big money match, but you obviously have a limited knowledge of this business despite of what you put on your resume! You lied, and I get it I really do but this time its going to cost you! I'm fucking with Ariel, and I guarantee that I won't see shadows. You'll just be face down dead in the water like Jason Ryan over there. The soon to be former single champion, and if that's it and I believe it to be, we're done here. Fuck with me and you're RIP, which will be happen shortly!"
I head off camera to get a heavy coat, and once I get my coat, you can hear my cell phone keypad dialing some numbers but you can't tell what they are. I then hang up, and begin the wait.
"Nobody really prepares you to the expenses associate with travel in this business, but I've arranged my travel, and while I am in Colorado now I will be in Boston for Showcase. Now that we have some down time what can we talk about? I think everything has been covered, but its always good to make sure your bases are covered right? While my town car is on the way to get here let's delve further into this new commissioner, and her role here."
"Ariel, you have really stepped into it now haven't you? I see what you're doing you know. You think if you get this Prestige Championship that you'll be able to extend an olive branch to Roger, and Johnny. But I have news for you! Those two would rather start a nuclear war than to work together. Clearly you're all ready in over your head, and our match doesn't make things any better. Because when I looked at this triple threat match my first thought was you needed a bullet, and nice new exit wound! How rude of me would it be to kill off the OPW Commissioner without crippling her first? I do believe confining you to a wheel chair will exceed all of your expectations in believing you actually control me or anybody else here. That's what being a champion actually means. You need to have that killer instinct to keep the title when things get hard. You've got to be more ruthless than anybody can envision, and while you may have the the title your hands are cuffed when it comes to enforcing anything! Mine, however, well I get to live out my homicidal fantasies without being punished. Something you can never envision! Those thoughts, and desires aren't in you! You're use to doing business a completely different way than I do business. Not to fear though. I'm about to teach you why you don't insert yourself into the business of people you don't know. Your fall from grace comes early, and you're only lucky you're not getting a watery grave with a hidden camera attached to get your expression. They have cameras that can go under water now. I don't make threats. I make guarantees.
"Think about that while you sleep tonight Ariel!"
The driver pulls up shortly after as you can hear my feet along the gravel road. This is happening off camera so can't see what is actually happening. The car door opens as you can hear a man fall out. The car door then slams shut. As the car takes off, and that is all you can really see.
Rivers is next seen driving the car toward the interstate going to Boston, and that's when it hits us. The previous driver has been left to freeze to death at the smelting forge. An early arrival for Rivers definitely! Fade out.....
now. There is a reason why this place is lit up like a world famous baseball field, and that is when it slowly centers upon Christian Rivers. Usually he would look furious but it appears he set this meeting upon himself and the viewer purposely. As the camera begins to zoom out we finally get an idea of just what he is up to.
"I see Damon finally dragged his walker out of the closet, and then practiced day, and night before he was able to walk without it. However, we are not here to discuss Riggs, and his path to his former glory. So now please allow me to move on to what we're doing here now."
I step up to the camera and set it back up so it doesn't fall lopsided again, or fall to the side either. It is with this that I now shift the focus over to one Jason Ryan, who was the new OPW Prestige Champion after dethroning Eddie Havok. The fact that I would not get a rematch with Eddie at first gave me great concern, but then I laughed it off because the OPW gave me a greater gift. A triple threat match meaning that Jason didn't have to be involved in the decision to lose his belt.
"Jason, let me ask you a serious question before you start to run your mouth again like it's nobodies business. Do you really think that anybody cares about the APW? You see if I were able to even hold your APW championship I would bring it here, and smelt it down into nothing more than a piece of scrap to sell. That would probably piss you off more than I could ever imagine because you could not afford the insurance on carrying it around any more. In fact, you'd likely be fired because you couldn't be trusted with it. This, however is not the APW, and this is in fact, the OPW, and guess what? I hold the power here! I'm sure nobody has to tell you the honest truth which is the simple fact that you are powerless to do anything here. You cannot stop me from taking that OPW Prestige belt and do you want to know how I know? Because I'm superior to you in every way! My experience far out weighs yours, and my submission wrestling is far superior. Not only do you have a death warrant but you will have a death sentence, and it will be a death sentence you can't escape!"
"Now while everything may have temporarily come together for you; it is all about to fall about in an instant, and do you know why? I'll tell you why! I'm going to send you back into obscurity. Now it doesn't matter what you say against me. It's all been said before, and I've all ready conquered it. It's not like facing you for this belt is worth my time, or is even a real challenge to me but some where in the back of your mind you probably believe you actually stand a chance. They said ignorance is bliss, and if you live in your body ignorance must be bliss because you're the most ignorant fellow I've ever laid my eyes on! If you're what a champion should be then the OPW should close its doors right now! You can disagree with me all you wish, but the fact remains you are talking out of your ass, and that general consensus is true. No matter what you tell yourself, or whether you petition others in the OPW to tell me I'm wrong it doesn't really matter! The reason it doesn't matter is simply because I speak the gospel. While when you speak, well nobody pays attention. It's now time for me to lay some truth on you. You're not a double champion Jason. You are in fact a single champion here in the OPW. It's not as if anybody would follow you over to that hack operation known as APW just to beat you for that piece of shit that stinks up these hallowed halls. You're giving yourself too much credit too Jason because you've come across a man whose career you cannot end. I can mangle your body worse than a car accident, and you better goddamn believe I will do that! When I look back on your promo against Eddie Havok I'm ashamed to even have to use it as home work to face you! I thought I would be looking at something ground breaking, and earth-shattering. But no! Just like that organization you promote, and that title you bring here like I'm suppose to be impressed, I am in fact neither! I'm ashamed you promote a second rate organization, and you carry a title that reeks of dog shit every place you go! You some how got your hands on the Prestige Title, but that is all coming to an end, because in Boston I will not waste this gift that has been given to me! While you thought Eddie was not worth the effort I in fact think you are worth the effort. Not only to be beaten but to be humiliated on the grandest stage we can place you on! To show you that OPW is the only thing that matters. Not any other organization. This is like a protest in a way. You have no right to free speech, and the only other difference is it's legal to riot, and burn shit! However riots aren't going to save you because I do something most people don't. I carry two 45 caliber 1911's to the ring, in my two leg holsters here. They're both loaded. Now there may some type of agreement I signed with OPW when I got here that says I cannot blow your goddamn head off, but I will most definitely knee cap you in both of your knees to get my point across. Your hospital bill is none of my concern. You need to remember you came into hostile territory spouting off nonsense and somebody might have taken offense. Usually its hard to offend me but the tide must be turning because your mere presence simply does it!"
Any past accolade I have I throw into the smelting forge and watch it disintegrate into nothing.This is symbolic of my moving onto OPW, and letting my actions in OPW speak for themselves. I didn't care about anybodies thoughts and opinions on the subject. Everybody eventually gets to this point. We cannot all be like Damon Riggs. A man who let's his former glory speak for him. Some of us have to actually live in the present, and that is exactly what I was doing. If the OPW needed an outlaw they damn sure found one. I've never been one to go along with the pack. I always made my own decisions for better or for worse, and nobody was going to tell me different.
"Jason, Highway 2 Hell could have been a turning point for you. But it wasn't! All it did was set the road that was to follow. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine that you would win a title, and then you were destined to lose it! You're never really going to get the opportunity to challenge yourself, or have people feel like you're a dominant champion. You've all ready hit the dead end. I am the bench mark in the OPW, and I've had my issues but my past reputation speaks for itself. That's bad for you because when you start asking people about me whether its good or bad people will answer the same. "You're fucked!" Might as well just hand the belt over to me, and admit that you were drowning in the deep end. I'm not the person to save you either! I'm the type of person to hold your head under until you drown, and then I'll be sure to put your dead body in a place it will disappear, and nobody will ever find you. I'm guessing nobody would ever honor your memory either. Your hack organization would likely replace you without a second thought. No need to disagree with me Jason! You all ready know I'm right! Nothing you say will ever convince me I am wrong! Your first defense, and you are all ready dead in the water! You clearly were not ready for this type of stress. You were completely unprepared. In my world that is called a perfect storm. Because you are you, you won't be able to over come this storm! Face it I've got the advantage and you don't!"
As I turn from smelting my past possessions I turn to the camera, and crack a cocky smile, and then I'm in deep thought but only for a moment as I shift the focus away from Jason Ryan, and then onto my other potential threat. A competitor by the name of Ariel Shadows.
"Ariel, this is what you would call a bit of irony isn't it? I guess there is no low the OPW will not sink to especially with you being the Commissioner. One might look at this, and see it as a reward, but I instead see it as a punishment. This is obviously a test to see if you pass or not! When you introduced yourself I bet you thought somebody was going to take notice right? Ask me if I give a shit because clearly I do not! I'm the money maker for the OPW. I fail to understand why you would make the suggestion that its your job to keep this place running. Maybe its simply because I'm selfish and I do not share my money with anybody. When it comes to money I'm a goddamn hoarder. Some folks might call me a tight wad, but guess what? I always have money because banks are bullshit. It's better you know this now than later. If you're going to sign my paycheck even after I beat the holy hell out of you then I guess you're good in my book. With one exception, you like Jason Ryan are powerless to stop me or fire me or anything I do. Now that we have that aside we can all get back to getting to know each other! You know when you go over your titles it seriously makes me want to laugh out loud. I mean seriously! You're a regulator? You can't regulate a triple threat match. It's going to turn into pure chaos, and you will not be able to stop it from happening! Now the next thing you said was not only hilarious, but makes me think maybe you are in the wrong job. You're a peace keeper? Now that's hilarious. There is no peace in the OPW. You can take a look at this roster, and figure that out! A peace keeper! Now that's rich! Tell me another joke please! If I were truly allowed to do what I wanted the way I wanted to do it then you would not be in this match. You would excuse yourself right on the hell out of it. But you're not going to do that. So maybe you should just take a dive for what's best for business, and hand me the belt right now! You being in this match shakes the fundamentals of OPW. A commissioner in the match, as if that doesn't scream favoritism, and selfishness. It's a good thing I have a remedy for that!"
I walk out of the smelting forge, and I shut the lights off as we're left in complete darkness. I then walk outside into the brisk air that is beginning to get a chill do it. Damn this Colorado weather. You could never depend on it for anything! It was a coat thing I had a heavy coat close by.
"You're so concerned about Roger Wright, and "The Don of Disrespect" Johnny Stylez that you insert yourself into my business? A man I might add you have no business getting involved with. Words, and actions are two different things, and your actions don't really line up with your words do they? You love wrestling but anybody who knows me knows I like to put bullets between my enemies eyes, and then I disappear. I cover my tracks so well that I can never be caught, and if you need to ask why then clearly you don't understand just how dangerous I actually am. Nobody gives a rats ass whose giving who a head ache, as long as we all get paid and stay in business. You might have been awarded a fancy title, but clearly you are a dumb as a brick! Seems like you're doing the opposite of your job to me but don't worry Ariel. I'm about to give you a lesson in why you should stay the fuck out of my business! You might think you have unlimited power to do what you want in this match but I'm about to show you how wrong you are after I put you on the shelf in your first and only match here in the OPW. I'm a submission wrestling machine. I know more holds than the history books on the subject. That's a lot of mastery on the subject, so I'm going to tell you this only one time. Recuse yourself out of this match or else I'm going to send you to the hospital and I promise you that OPW won't foot the goddamn bill. I'll just bill it to APW and Jason Ryan on your behalf! Clearly you're not very good with locations or geography because this is Boston. Not Vegas! Clearly, you would understand this if you looked on a map, or used an atlas! Beside if you ask me who the hell cares if Johnny, and Roger tear each other a part. We call that a big money match, but you obviously have a limited knowledge of this business despite of what you put on your resume! You lied, and I get it I really do but this time its going to cost you! I'm fucking with Ariel, and I guarantee that I won't see shadows. You'll just be face down dead in the water like Jason Ryan over there. The soon to be former single champion, and if that's it and I believe it to be, we're done here. Fuck with me and you're RIP, which will be happen shortly!"
I head off camera to get a heavy coat, and once I get my coat, you can hear my cell phone keypad dialing some numbers but you can't tell what they are. I then hang up, and begin the wait.
"Nobody really prepares you to the expenses associate with travel in this business, but I've arranged my travel, and while I am in Colorado now I will be in Boston for Showcase. Now that we have some down time what can we talk about? I think everything has been covered, but its always good to make sure your bases are covered right? While my town car is on the way to get here let's delve further into this new commissioner, and her role here."
"Ariel, you have really stepped into it now haven't you? I see what you're doing you know. You think if you get this Prestige Championship that you'll be able to extend an olive branch to Roger, and Johnny. But I have news for you! Those two would rather start a nuclear war than to work together. Clearly you're all ready in over your head, and our match doesn't make things any better. Because when I looked at this triple threat match my first thought was you needed a bullet, and nice new exit wound! How rude of me would it be to kill off the OPW Commissioner without crippling her first? I do believe confining you to a wheel chair will exceed all of your expectations in believing you actually control me or anybody else here. That's what being a champion actually means. You need to have that killer instinct to keep the title when things get hard. You've got to be more ruthless than anybody can envision, and while you may have the the title your hands are cuffed when it comes to enforcing anything! Mine, however, well I get to live out my homicidal fantasies without being punished. Something you can never envision! Those thoughts, and desires aren't in you! You're use to doing business a completely different way than I do business. Not to fear though. I'm about to teach you why you don't insert yourself into the business of people you don't know. Your fall from grace comes early, and you're only lucky you're not getting a watery grave with a hidden camera attached to get your expression. They have cameras that can go under water now. I don't make threats. I make guarantees.
"Think about that while you sleep tonight Ariel!"
The driver pulls up shortly after as you can hear my feet along the gravel road. This is happening off camera so can't see what is actually happening. The car door opens as you can hear a man fall out. The car door then slams shut. As the car takes off, and that is all you can really see.
Rivers is next seen driving the car toward the interstate going to Boston, and that's when it hits us. The previous driver has been left to freeze to death at the smelting forge. An early arrival for Rivers definitely! Fade out.....