Post by themorbidwolf on Jun 24, 2024 13:58:02 GMT -5
In what would be considered a first we're seeing through the eyes of another person. Eyes shifting over to the left, and then to the right. Followed by some rapid breathing, that slowly steadies to a regular breathing pattern. The eyes begin darting around again, and then darkness as the eyes close.
We wouldn't even be seeing this at the moment. But thanks to new nano technology we're able to see this because of the neuro link that is implanted within Wolf. Jestyr Seryous has the ability to remotely live stream, and when that happens we all know what's happening, but Wolf still has to process it, and catch up in real time.
Although right now it appears he has mastered that capability. The eyes open again.
What we see before us is the following. A state of the art lab, and porn stars that are also doctors? That was a new one on Wolf, but he wasn't one to complain about much.
Looking down however would be a different story. He was placed in what looked like a protective display case. It was made of glass, as a wavering sigh happens to escape. The fact that this was live streaming was one thing but now, and maybe for this only time we could hear his thoughts as if they were narrating us leading up to the next Danger.
Glass, all around me, and the only way to get out of here is to damage myself, and the protective head mask I was using. I guess it was time. Haven't revealed myself since 1997 in the RWA. Its time for the EPW to see what real danger was like. Be sure to thank Stylez personally.
Okay let's make this fucking thing look shattered, and I'll wrestle in this or what's left of it, until next week when I can reveal myself properly.
Wolf pulls his arms free also pulling the electrodes off, moving his legs enough the rest of the electrodes fall away. Wolf lunges forward a few times, and then leans back. Wolf keeps lunging forward hitting the glass with more force. We see the impact from the medical glass as it begins to crack. The surface cracks are becoming greater, and getting worse until it finally cracks.
Wolf comes tumbling out of the protective case to the floor, which has set off of a secret alarm letting Jestyr know its finally time.
A thought randomly pops into the head of Wolf.
And, I'm naked.
Maybe there was some gear left out for me. As I stand again, I begin looking for gear to partly cover my naked ass. I couldn't worry too much about that now.
"There have been a lot of events going on in the EPW lately. New victims appearing on the roster, and one name in particular I'll address after I rip apart my opponent, in what we thought was going to be a second chance, but is it really? All of this, and more. I know you're not going to want to miss it."
"The Ringmaster" John Blaze
"John, this week, or upon the lead up to this match, the second chance to go to Revival or be left out in the cold, well you're going to be left out in the cold. While Damage got the ultimate kick in the balls, life also did me a favor. A second chance against you to move on to Revival."
"John, let me first hammer this home to you so you'll understand. You are a stranger to me. Beyond that I don't respect you. You've given me absolutely no reason too, and when this is over I still won't respect you. I'm going to make an example out of you. You, and everybody after you will come to understand why it's not wise to cross me. You, and I have different approaches. Damage seemed to understand the concept, but he absolutely failed on the execution. From where I'm standing currently, you are failing at both. I don't need the imagery of what you're putting up your butt either. Your fans on the other hand, they can imagine whatever the hell they want. We're now getting down to the brass tacks, and I, John, I'm the anti hero of this place. If you don't know what that means then you better look it up, and get the best grasp on it you possibly can."
"Now John, since we both have different approaches let me clue you in, and the rest of the bottom feeders that attach their names, and reputations to this company."
"John, I simply don't give a fuck why you're here. Your reasons, or what you need, they simply don't concern me. If you're not taking everything this business has, and making the most of it then you're failing at everything this business offers. Because you want to be the guy everybody comes after, and you also want to be the guy for as long as humanly possible. Champion, means you set the standard for what the rest of the EPW should be. If you're just pussy footing around in the tulips, that may make you feel good, but its a really bad example for EPW. The only person putting asses in seats, and also the only person selling tickets here is me. You get to be in the ring with the most infamous, twisted, uncaring son of a bitch ever! My reputation, well, I'm going to start throwing it around more. Because I'm the last of a dying breed. I'm a hardcore wrestler whose won more World Titles than you could ever fathom. I'm still a hardcore wrestler whose a former World, and Tag Team Champion. There isn't really a wrestling title I haven't won, unless you're mentioning the women's title. I shouldn't have to point out why, but your disposition shows that maybe you're just too jolly. It has to be explained to you."
"I don't know where you're getting your information from John. But the one thing I do know is you don't bring the ratings. You make them plummet, in new lows. This business is all ready passing you by, and there you sit, with a smile on your face. Unwilling to take a chance to change this business for yourself. For the better if you will. That's the complete opposite for me. You see the perfect storm is all ready building. I'm going to tear this motherfucker down, and reshape it into my own vision. You're in my way, and that means its the worst news of your very life. I can also tell you that you're not a ring master either. I think its funny that you call yourself that though. Were you looking to give me a few of your highlights, and I'd just go away? You could brag about chasing away a bully? Well, John, its a good thing that I'm your worst fucking nightmare, and I'm not going any where! Go back to your nursey rhymes, and back to the place where you think the world is all puppy dogs, and rainbows! That's not the world I live in, and you're going to get a first hand lesson in this! "
"Now John, I wanted to take you to task especially with Revival coming up because its simply like this. My trauma runs deep. I embrace it. I live my truth, and it motivates me, and drives me more than you'll ever imagine. I'm worthy of every title in this company, that doesn't restrict the men from holding it. I'm the standard whether I win or lose. You're not. You reek of desperation. It's that reason why you point out other people's flaws. Because you aren't comfortable with your own. You John, are not the be all, end all. I don't give a fuck about being feared. I hurt people. I'm going to hurt you. You'll be left in a body cast after this match. Damn near a vegetable on life support. I'm daring you to bring all that holier than thou bull shit to me. Because the only thing you'll be getting is a cold, clammy table next to the mother of Damage! Was that too far? Guess what? I still don't give a fuck! Get ready John, because I'm the monster you never thought you'd see, but the monster has finally arrived. John, I'm going make sure I'm there when your death certificate is signed. So, I can pull my zippo out, and burn it in front of the coroner. My final act as a fucking bastard will be making it appear as if you've never existed!"
As I'm looking around this cold lab, my feet are cold from the bare concrete, and I begin looking for a closet. A supply closet to be exact. Walking around with my dick flapping in the breeze was not something I was looking forward too. I then stop and notice a mirror. The face part of this mask was split right down the middle. It suddenly occurred to me that it was a very distinct possibility that what was left of this head mask would be coming off, and the reveal I was going to put in motion would now happen in my match against John Blaze. Whether, I wanted it to or not. I spot a closet off in the distance, making a wide sprint for it. Finally arriving there, I slipped and almost busted my ass to either laugh at myself, or for the whole world to see. I would find out soon enough.
Opening the closet I found a pair of dark pants, and boots. Eureka! I heard myself exclaim, in some what of a funny moment for myself, and then I turned around quickly noticing that this was in fact being live streamed from some where, as a evil smile crept across my lips. I immediately slipped the pants, and boots on. Although, I also noticed a heavy leather jacket hanging up, and when I pulled it out I looked at the design across the chest, and it was perfect. I pull out the jacket, and slip it on. It's at this moment I know I've got to mention the last few remnants about my opponent John. The very thought of how I'd escape this place not even factoring into my next barrage.
"John, the idea that a person could be this motivated, and happy about it simply amazes me. Not even the best high from the best buds of marijuana can save you from this match. Not that you really need it. You're on a life high, while life destroys everybody, and everything around it. There is a special word for people like you, although I don't know what I'd use. Actually, I do. Special is the word, but you're not special in a talent way. You're special in a very short bus way. It amazes me nobody has actually brought this up before. If they had I'm sure you'd be still there staring off into space. Still very unassuming. John, you can try your normal tactics, but I'm simply not phased by it. You can bring what you feel will give you a victory, but I'm here to tell you the victory will elude you John. You don't have the killer instinct needed to get past me. I do have the killer instinct to get past you. After this match is over you're still going to have nightmares over why you didn't mean it. You see I'm the reason for the failure of Damage. Even though this company fucked me out of my debut match I still provided more "Damage" to the man who calls himself that, and now he's no longer here. He'd rather lock himself away in the dark, and grieve. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for more family members to drop like flies. That's the type of person I am John. I'm one of those types of people where death doesn't phase me. I'm all ready content with what has happened. Maybe it was the trauma that left me this way, but those are just the cards that I was dealt. I have a secret that I can reveal to you John. Make sure you have the volume turned up to the max on your television too. Are you ready? Well, here it is."
"I'VE FUCKED OVER MORE PEOPLE THAN GOD!"
So, what happens to you in the ring is of no consequence. You're rarity in this business John. Not only are you a fan favorite, but you're an ignorant one too. When they say that ignorance is bliss I know truly they're talking about you. For you that's not a good thing either. You're not a ring master either. It's a cute little trademark, but you're never going to earn anything as "The Ring Master" either. The best thing for you to do would be to go to a jewelry store, and toss that name around. Because in this squared circle, the only thing you're going to earn is an early retirement. Push me John. You know what? That's actually hilarious, because you don't have the heart. I'm challenging you on everything you think you are, because I don't believe it, and I'll never believe it. In this scenario, if you can't figure out what I'm getting at. You'll have to give yourself a pep talk, because everything you try to test on me will not work. You can't try my approach on me either. Not only would I sue you for gimmick infringement, but I would also bury your body some place nobody would ever find it. I'm the original bad ass. I'm not empty or filled with sadness. No! I am that trauma. Life can't hurt you, when your family created the only thing they always wanted. Scary isn't it? When you can no longer traumatize a person because they've embraced it so much. Conquering trauma by traumatizing everybody around you. It's the one glorious moment where people would claim you're lying. But, you know different don't you John? You know that I'm one hundred percent serious. I'm going to traumatize you in such a way you'll avoid me at all costs, and if you ever want a repeat of my triumph we can revisit your losing streak."
"John, I'll never know why they penned you in as my opponent. You sure as fuck haven't showed any initiative, and you've left me to do that. That's always been a pet peeve of mine. Any other person would have made a mockery of themselves to get their point across. Everybody though except me. Let's see how you fail yourself next John. I'll be watching closely."
The door of the service elevator open as Wolf steps out upon the roof. Approaching the business chopper that reads "Brazzers" Wolf opens the door climbing in closing the doors shut. The Chopper begins lift off, and as it does, we head toward the destination of Danger.
Static follows
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The follow role-play contained extreme subject matter, and poor tasteless humor. It was specifically designed to illicit a reaction for the build up to Revival. Stay tuned for next week.
We wouldn't even be seeing this at the moment. But thanks to new nano technology we're able to see this because of the neuro link that is implanted within Wolf. Jestyr Seryous has the ability to remotely live stream, and when that happens we all know what's happening, but Wolf still has to process it, and catch up in real time.
Although right now it appears he has mastered that capability. The eyes open again.
What we see before us is the following. A state of the art lab, and porn stars that are also doctors? That was a new one on Wolf, but he wasn't one to complain about much.
Looking down however would be a different story. He was placed in what looked like a protective display case. It was made of glass, as a wavering sigh happens to escape. The fact that this was live streaming was one thing but now, and maybe for this only time we could hear his thoughts as if they were narrating us leading up to the next Danger.
Glass, all around me, and the only way to get out of here is to damage myself, and the protective head mask I was using. I guess it was time. Haven't revealed myself since 1997 in the RWA. Its time for the EPW to see what real danger was like. Be sure to thank Stylez personally.
Okay let's make this fucking thing look shattered, and I'll wrestle in this or what's left of it, until next week when I can reveal myself properly.
Wolf pulls his arms free also pulling the electrodes off, moving his legs enough the rest of the electrodes fall away. Wolf lunges forward a few times, and then leans back. Wolf keeps lunging forward hitting the glass with more force. We see the impact from the medical glass as it begins to crack. The surface cracks are becoming greater, and getting worse until it finally cracks.
Wolf comes tumbling out of the protective case to the floor, which has set off of a secret alarm letting Jestyr know its finally time.
A thought randomly pops into the head of Wolf.
And, I'm naked.
Maybe there was some gear left out for me. As I stand again, I begin looking for gear to partly cover my naked ass. I couldn't worry too much about that now.
"There have been a lot of events going on in the EPW lately. New victims appearing on the roster, and one name in particular I'll address after I rip apart my opponent, in what we thought was going to be a second chance, but is it really? All of this, and more. I know you're not going to want to miss it."
"The Ringmaster" John Blaze
"John, this week, or upon the lead up to this match, the second chance to go to Revival or be left out in the cold, well you're going to be left out in the cold. While Damage got the ultimate kick in the balls, life also did me a favor. A second chance against you to move on to Revival."
"John, let me first hammer this home to you so you'll understand. You are a stranger to me. Beyond that I don't respect you. You've given me absolutely no reason too, and when this is over I still won't respect you. I'm going to make an example out of you. You, and everybody after you will come to understand why it's not wise to cross me. You, and I have different approaches. Damage seemed to understand the concept, but he absolutely failed on the execution. From where I'm standing currently, you are failing at both. I don't need the imagery of what you're putting up your butt either. Your fans on the other hand, they can imagine whatever the hell they want. We're now getting down to the brass tacks, and I, John, I'm the anti hero of this place. If you don't know what that means then you better look it up, and get the best grasp on it you possibly can."
"Now John, since we both have different approaches let me clue you in, and the rest of the bottom feeders that attach their names, and reputations to this company."
"John, I simply don't give a fuck why you're here. Your reasons, or what you need, they simply don't concern me. If you're not taking everything this business has, and making the most of it then you're failing at everything this business offers. Because you want to be the guy everybody comes after, and you also want to be the guy for as long as humanly possible. Champion, means you set the standard for what the rest of the EPW should be. If you're just pussy footing around in the tulips, that may make you feel good, but its a really bad example for EPW. The only person putting asses in seats, and also the only person selling tickets here is me. You get to be in the ring with the most infamous, twisted, uncaring son of a bitch ever! My reputation, well, I'm going to start throwing it around more. Because I'm the last of a dying breed. I'm a hardcore wrestler whose won more World Titles than you could ever fathom. I'm still a hardcore wrestler whose a former World, and Tag Team Champion. There isn't really a wrestling title I haven't won, unless you're mentioning the women's title. I shouldn't have to point out why, but your disposition shows that maybe you're just too jolly. It has to be explained to you."
"I don't know where you're getting your information from John. But the one thing I do know is you don't bring the ratings. You make them plummet, in new lows. This business is all ready passing you by, and there you sit, with a smile on your face. Unwilling to take a chance to change this business for yourself. For the better if you will. That's the complete opposite for me. You see the perfect storm is all ready building. I'm going to tear this motherfucker down, and reshape it into my own vision. You're in my way, and that means its the worst news of your very life. I can also tell you that you're not a ring master either. I think its funny that you call yourself that though. Were you looking to give me a few of your highlights, and I'd just go away? You could brag about chasing away a bully? Well, John, its a good thing that I'm your worst fucking nightmare, and I'm not going any where! Go back to your nursey rhymes, and back to the place where you think the world is all puppy dogs, and rainbows! That's not the world I live in, and you're going to get a first hand lesson in this! "
"Now John, I wanted to take you to task especially with Revival coming up because its simply like this. My trauma runs deep. I embrace it. I live my truth, and it motivates me, and drives me more than you'll ever imagine. I'm worthy of every title in this company, that doesn't restrict the men from holding it. I'm the standard whether I win or lose. You're not. You reek of desperation. It's that reason why you point out other people's flaws. Because you aren't comfortable with your own. You John, are not the be all, end all. I don't give a fuck about being feared. I hurt people. I'm going to hurt you. You'll be left in a body cast after this match. Damn near a vegetable on life support. I'm daring you to bring all that holier than thou bull shit to me. Because the only thing you'll be getting is a cold, clammy table next to the mother of Damage! Was that too far? Guess what? I still don't give a fuck! Get ready John, because I'm the monster you never thought you'd see, but the monster has finally arrived. John, I'm going make sure I'm there when your death certificate is signed. So, I can pull my zippo out, and burn it in front of the coroner. My final act as a fucking bastard will be making it appear as if you've never existed!"
As I'm looking around this cold lab, my feet are cold from the bare concrete, and I begin looking for a closet. A supply closet to be exact. Walking around with my dick flapping in the breeze was not something I was looking forward too. I then stop and notice a mirror. The face part of this mask was split right down the middle. It suddenly occurred to me that it was a very distinct possibility that what was left of this head mask would be coming off, and the reveal I was going to put in motion would now happen in my match against John Blaze. Whether, I wanted it to or not. I spot a closet off in the distance, making a wide sprint for it. Finally arriving there, I slipped and almost busted my ass to either laugh at myself, or for the whole world to see. I would find out soon enough.
Opening the closet I found a pair of dark pants, and boots. Eureka! I heard myself exclaim, in some what of a funny moment for myself, and then I turned around quickly noticing that this was in fact being live streamed from some where, as a evil smile crept across my lips. I immediately slipped the pants, and boots on. Although, I also noticed a heavy leather jacket hanging up, and when I pulled it out I looked at the design across the chest, and it was perfect. I pull out the jacket, and slip it on. It's at this moment I know I've got to mention the last few remnants about my opponent John. The very thought of how I'd escape this place not even factoring into my next barrage.
"John, the idea that a person could be this motivated, and happy about it simply amazes me. Not even the best high from the best buds of marijuana can save you from this match. Not that you really need it. You're on a life high, while life destroys everybody, and everything around it. There is a special word for people like you, although I don't know what I'd use. Actually, I do. Special is the word, but you're not special in a talent way. You're special in a very short bus way. It amazes me nobody has actually brought this up before. If they had I'm sure you'd be still there staring off into space. Still very unassuming. John, you can try your normal tactics, but I'm simply not phased by it. You can bring what you feel will give you a victory, but I'm here to tell you the victory will elude you John. You don't have the killer instinct needed to get past me. I do have the killer instinct to get past you. After this match is over you're still going to have nightmares over why you didn't mean it. You see I'm the reason for the failure of Damage. Even though this company fucked me out of my debut match I still provided more "Damage" to the man who calls himself that, and now he's no longer here. He'd rather lock himself away in the dark, and grieve. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for more family members to drop like flies. That's the type of person I am John. I'm one of those types of people where death doesn't phase me. I'm all ready content with what has happened. Maybe it was the trauma that left me this way, but those are just the cards that I was dealt. I have a secret that I can reveal to you John. Make sure you have the volume turned up to the max on your television too. Are you ready? Well, here it is."
"I'VE FUCKED OVER MORE PEOPLE THAN GOD!"
So, what happens to you in the ring is of no consequence. You're rarity in this business John. Not only are you a fan favorite, but you're an ignorant one too. When they say that ignorance is bliss I know truly they're talking about you. For you that's not a good thing either. You're not a ring master either. It's a cute little trademark, but you're never going to earn anything as "The Ring Master" either. The best thing for you to do would be to go to a jewelry store, and toss that name around. Because in this squared circle, the only thing you're going to earn is an early retirement. Push me John. You know what? That's actually hilarious, because you don't have the heart. I'm challenging you on everything you think you are, because I don't believe it, and I'll never believe it. In this scenario, if you can't figure out what I'm getting at. You'll have to give yourself a pep talk, because everything you try to test on me will not work. You can't try my approach on me either. Not only would I sue you for gimmick infringement, but I would also bury your body some place nobody would ever find it. I'm the original bad ass. I'm not empty or filled with sadness. No! I am that trauma. Life can't hurt you, when your family created the only thing they always wanted. Scary isn't it? When you can no longer traumatize a person because they've embraced it so much. Conquering trauma by traumatizing everybody around you. It's the one glorious moment where people would claim you're lying. But, you know different don't you John? You know that I'm one hundred percent serious. I'm going to traumatize you in such a way you'll avoid me at all costs, and if you ever want a repeat of my triumph we can revisit your losing streak."
"John, I'll never know why they penned you in as my opponent. You sure as fuck haven't showed any initiative, and you've left me to do that. That's always been a pet peeve of mine. Any other person would have made a mockery of themselves to get their point across. Everybody though except me. Let's see how you fail yourself next John. I'll be watching closely."
The door of the service elevator open as Wolf steps out upon the roof. Approaching the business chopper that reads "Brazzers" Wolf opens the door climbing in closing the doors shut. The Chopper begins lift off, and as it does, we head toward the destination of Danger.
Static follows
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The follow role-play contained extreme subject matter, and poor tasteless humor. It was specifically designed to illicit a reaction for the build up to Revival. Stay tuned for next week.