Post by themorbidwolf on Jul 24, 2024 15:38:12 GMT -5
(The camera fades in to reveal the city of Hartford, Connecticut. We're wondering why David Francis, better known to the wrestling world as Morbid Wolf has arrived far earlier before any of the other stars booked to Danger. That will soon reveal itself as the panoramic view widens to be better shot to view more of the city. Then we spot a very old heritage type building. The view itself begins to lower, and pull in closer. It appears to be a sign. The following sign reads: The Law Offices of Michael L. Chambers before cutting off.)
(The next interaction takes place off camera and is only visible to Jestyr Seryous via the neuro-link he implanted into Wolf. As much as he wanted to out smart the law on this one. This following limited interaction now takes place inside of a big corporate office. Between David, and lawyer Donald Ericson. We don't know what the meeting is about, but we are about to find out soon. David is dressed to the nines in a black suit with a navy striped tie. His lawyer is also dressed in a suit and tie, but in something far more expensive.)
"Mr. Francis, I'd personally like to welcome you to our office today. Are you looking for a specific source of information, or are you looking for a free quote."
"Actually, I'm here concerning an issue regarding my intellectual property. You see I'm a wrestler for Elevate Pro Wrestling. I wrestle under the moniker Morbid Wolf, and I get paid to bring out the worst in people. However, my opponent Stevie Satisfaction, has made some very inflammatory comments. So inflammatory in fact that after I watched his promo I immediately recorded sections of it, to see what my options are. I usually never do this either. I had something else planned for my promo, but I felt it was better if I changed it. I'll be looking for a cease, and desist order going forward. I'm not trying to stifle the comments, or the creativity behind it, but if you're going to push me to into a situation where I'm not responsible for my my actions. I need to at least protect myself first."
"I understand. By the way, I'm Donald Ericson, and our lawyers would be happy to take your case. Before we get any where first I need to you sign a contract acknowledging certain areas of limitation, and our initial fees. Then, we can reach out to your companies lawyers regarding the person you're referring too in question. What limitations he can and cannot partake in, and finally we'll of course have to view his promo to determine what violations occurred, and what you may or may not be paid."
"So, allow me a few minutes to get my secretary to fax over the necessary documents, and then we'll begin. When you give me the word, cameras are not allowed in our meeting. Unless there is an exception. You can personally let me know, and then we can work around it."
(David nods, and sits in the waiting room while he waits. Unsure of the amount of time he'll be there waiting. I take the necessary steps to address Stevie Satisfaction for the upcoming episode of Danger.)
"Stevie, HR will be calling you back into their office, and this time it won't be about your goddamn ranking! Where did I come up with the name Morbid Wolf? Why does it matter? I mean anything I tell you, you'll just ignore it, and twist it to your version of events. But for context I will tell you. Since you couldn't have been bothered to ask around first. I came up with the name at random. To survive an alcoholic father, as well as being raised by an alcoholic father. It helped me to also protect, and raise my little brother as best as I could during those ever fleeting moments. I bet you feel like a major asshole now. It also appears to me Stevie you shouldn't talk out of your ass, and leave the evidence behind. Because now I'm going to sue you until you can no longer afford to wrestle in the EPW or any where else. See, I was going to play your little game with a nice wrestling promo. With a big fat bow tied around it. Add to my stock option, boost the EPW's ratings, and all that jazz. However, when I noticed you infringed upon my intellectual property I took a red eye over to Hartford. To speak with the best of the best. To keep you in the EPW HR office on what is and isn't allowed when we not only exchange promos, but when we also step into the ring. I just can't have you slandering my reputation, and disparaging my image. You brought this upon yourself too Stevie. I really do admire your tenacity, but now you're going to be forced to pay me more money than this wrestling business will allow for. Your little autism, and sex offender remark is now going to cost you. Not just in the legal ring but the physical one as well. Because after I drive you out of this business the only thing way you'll be able to make a living is sucking dick for coke. And no, I'm not talking about the bit from Half Baked. I was ready to consider this another wrestling match, but no Stevie. Instead, I'm going to reach a satisfactory conclusion. While you being the half wit you are, are going to reach an unsatisfactory decision. A very unsatisfactory one!"
(I see the office secretary pick up her office phone, and place the call on hold, while she works on taking other calls regarding the legal business here in Hartford. I'm very patient too. Standing, I open the door to an adjacent building, walking down the hall until I get a drink from the water fountain, before returning to the waiting room where I have more to offer our bumbling idiot, who just can't keep his foot out of his mouth.)
"So, you came out first with your little promo. Believing, there was no way I'd show up. That all your little comments regarding whatever you chose would knock me off of my mark. Leaving me speechless right? How's this for you. See the problem with all of the shit that ever slowly slips out of your mouth is I've heard it all before. It didn't matter then, and it doesn't matter now. Well, that's not really true. It does matter when it concerns it never coming out of your mouth again. Because I'm filing an injunction against you to make sure it never does. See that how that works. Make the system work for you and not against you. I bet you never in a million years would think I'd use wrestling law against you did you? You're a lot like Scott Thorne in thinking I'm just some meat head who doesn't deserve to be here. My guess is after this airs you're not going to be feeling too good about yourself."
"Stevie, you really didn't think this one through, and now it shows. You've forced me to drag Britt, and the EPW legal team into this. Because we're not going to have a match unless you cater to my personal terms on how you can't violate my intellectual property. Because I have enough money to sue you out of your personal existence, and I have enough experience in that ring to make you disappear for a very long time. These hardcore matches, I take them literally. I do not make frivolous challenges until I'm sure they will solve whatever the reason was for the challenge to begin with."
(The Secretary then takes a call off of hold, and let's me know they're ready for me now. I stand, and go inside of the office. Sitting down at the table I look over all of the contracts. Making sure I proof read each one of them. I go through signing each one of them, and then I pull out a card from my wallet slipping it over to my lawyer Donald Ericson. It has all of the EPW's numbers. How to reach Britt, and how to reach their legal team. Afterward the meeting is concluded. I stand, shaking the hand of Donald Ericson, and then walk out of his office. I approach a luxury elevator, and while gathering my thoughts to say a few finalities, before booking myself an Uber.)
"Stevie, you don't know when to stop, but now you're going to be forced too. While this all may have been fun, and games to you, it was quite serious for me. You're about to learn I'm not the one you want to step against. Oh, and your little promo is now evidence. It will be picked apart for years to come. It will set a precedent of why you don't say the things you said to me. It's going to set a precedent for everybody else too. Whether that's good or bad. Consequences Stevie. You're about to feel the full weight of them."
(The Uber drops me off in front of a medium sized warehouse. I go up to the door opening it with my key walking inside as we fade out.)
(As we fade back in this next little interaction is on camera. I've changed out of my suit, and into some work clothes. Gray coveralls to be exact. Inside of my works space you can see several work tables, and benches lying around. We can see a custom welder's mask where the face is of a wolf, and the visor is where the wolves eyes are. I pick up a hand held camcorder showing the specific things around my work office. There's something that will catch the attention of the viewer. It's a four cornered scaffold, that has been welded together to look like a wrestling ring. When its finished, the highest point will have turnbuckles in each of the four corners. Except where the ropes are suppose to be will be lined with razor wire designed to rip apart your flesh. Where the canvas is suppose to be will have a sheet of hickory welded underneath. Then underneath the scaffold will have a wrestling ring that's engineered to fit in that bottom section. Only the ring will be lined with razor wire. So whoever falls through that hickory will fall into a pit that's designed to disfigure you. It will be shipped to the EPW warehouse where our lovely owner will be tasked with using it, or updating it further for the Circus Deathmatch. Which contrary to what you think really doesn't have much to do with the circus.)
"You just don't know when to stop Stevie. So after you're left broke and penny less with absolutely no where to turn too I'll send your parents a video of your suicide. I'll even add in Slayer's reigning blood just for their satisfaction; because when it comes to the both of us you say shit just to get a reaction. I really hope that boosted your reputation in tiktok, and X, formerly Twitter. Because after this week is over everybody will have sworn they've seen you on the back of a milk carton. I sense a hint of jealousy that you weren't involved in my little challenge. You can refer to whatever you want as silly. But, the only silly thing is; is that you never saw this coming. As usual I'm ten steps ahead while you show yourself to be little more than a pest. I know how to take care of pests. You're now going to be shut down from cutting a promo. How does that feel Stevie? I took away your ammunition. You're cartoony attempt at shutting me down. It didn't work! I also realize this is going to piss a lot of the people on the roster off as well. But like you, they can all go eat a bag of dicks! Stevie, after this match you won't have to worry about a fan club. Because your career is effectively done. Go back to the drawing board, and learn what it takes to survive in this business, because you simply don't have it. I really wanted to take a different approach here, but you left me no option. I'm the ultimate bad guy. While you saw an opportunity to score a few points with management I saw an even greater opportunity. Let's face it Stevie. Not only am I smarter, but I'm better looking too. You made the biggest rookie mistake in this business. A few actually. You left yourself open for the unpredictable. Also, you have to worry about yourself, and your match. You don't have to worry about Donnie Harris because you're never going to make it there to face him. You'll never be anything more than a gimmick. A very poor one at that as well. I gave my lawyer your number as well. I wouldn't want to be you when he leaves my feedback either."
(We're now privy to the message that Donald Ericson left on caller feedback of Stevie Satisfaction, on behalf of David "Morbid Wolf" Francis)
"Mr. Stevie Satisfaction, the plaintiff in the current case docket number 1245KF26 of Hartford, Connecticut has officially issued an injunction against you regarding his intellectual property. Legally, you're no longer to make any derogatory, or inflammatory comments against him. Jokingly, seriously, or sparingly, or else he'll be forced to sue you in a court of law. The damages are specified in the current contracts at my office. If you don't have a lawyer I suggest you find one. As, I'm all ready representing Mr. David Francis, or Morbid Wolf as you may know him, I cannot represent you as that would create a conflict of interest. You can contact David Francis at 901-555-3421 or my email at xxx-xxx and we look forward to hearing from you. He submitted your promo as evidence. We believe he has a case. Should this matter go further, it could prevent your aspirations in the wrestling business. I, welcome hearing from you via a call or through email. Have a nice day Mr. Satisfaction. I'm sure we'll be in touch regarding the current injunction against you. You cannot cut a promo using any of the material in your current promo, or any related material in any piece of work going forward."
(The message then ends)
(Opening momentarily as we see a middle finger extended toward Stevie Satisfaction as we now fade out.)
(The next interaction takes place off camera and is only visible to Jestyr Seryous via the neuro-link he implanted into Wolf. As much as he wanted to out smart the law on this one. This following limited interaction now takes place inside of a big corporate office. Between David, and lawyer Donald Ericson. We don't know what the meeting is about, but we are about to find out soon. David is dressed to the nines in a black suit with a navy striped tie. His lawyer is also dressed in a suit and tie, but in something far more expensive.)
"Mr. Francis, I'd personally like to welcome you to our office today. Are you looking for a specific source of information, or are you looking for a free quote."
"Actually, I'm here concerning an issue regarding my intellectual property. You see I'm a wrestler for Elevate Pro Wrestling. I wrestle under the moniker Morbid Wolf, and I get paid to bring out the worst in people. However, my opponent Stevie Satisfaction, has made some very inflammatory comments. So inflammatory in fact that after I watched his promo I immediately recorded sections of it, to see what my options are. I usually never do this either. I had something else planned for my promo, but I felt it was better if I changed it. I'll be looking for a cease, and desist order going forward. I'm not trying to stifle the comments, or the creativity behind it, but if you're going to push me to into a situation where I'm not responsible for my my actions. I need to at least protect myself first."
"I understand. By the way, I'm Donald Ericson, and our lawyers would be happy to take your case. Before we get any where first I need to you sign a contract acknowledging certain areas of limitation, and our initial fees. Then, we can reach out to your companies lawyers regarding the person you're referring too in question. What limitations he can and cannot partake in, and finally we'll of course have to view his promo to determine what violations occurred, and what you may or may not be paid."
"So, allow me a few minutes to get my secretary to fax over the necessary documents, and then we'll begin. When you give me the word, cameras are not allowed in our meeting. Unless there is an exception. You can personally let me know, and then we can work around it."
(David nods, and sits in the waiting room while he waits. Unsure of the amount of time he'll be there waiting. I take the necessary steps to address Stevie Satisfaction for the upcoming episode of Danger.)
"Stevie, HR will be calling you back into their office, and this time it won't be about your goddamn ranking! Where did I come up with the name Morbid Wolf? Why does it matter? I mean anything I tell you, you'll just ignore it, and twist it to your version of events. But for context I will tell you. Since you couldn't have been bothered to ask around first. I came up with the name at random. To survive an alcoholic father, as well as being raised by an alcoholic father. It helped me to also protect, and raise my little brother as best as I could during those ever fleeting moments. I bet you feel like a major asshole now. It also appears to me Stevie you shouldn't talk out of your ass, and leave the evidence behind. Because now I'm going to sue you until you can no longer afford to wrestle in the EPW or any where else. See, I was going to play your little game with a nice wrestling promo. With a big fat bow tied around it. Add to my stock option, boost the EPW's ratings, and all that jazz. However, when I noticed you infringed upon my intellectual property I took a red eye over to Hartford. To speak with the best of the best. To keep you in the EPW HR office on what is and isn't allowed when we not only exchange promos, but when we also step into the ring. I just can't have you slandering my reputation, and disparaging my image. You brought this upon yourself too Stevie. I really do admire your tenacity, but now you're going to be forced to pay me more money than this wrestling business will allow for. Your little autism, and sex offender remark is now going to cost you. Not just in the legal ring but the physical one as well. Because after I drive you out of this business the only thing way you'll be able to make a living is sucking dick for coke. And no, I'm not talking about the bit from Half Baked. I was ready to consider this another wrestling match, but no Stevie. Instead, I'm going to reach a satisfactory conclusion. While you being the half wit you are, are going to reach an unsatisfactory decision. A very unsatisfactory one!"
(I see the office secretary pick up her office phone, and place the call on hold, while she works on taking other calls regarding the legal business here in Hartford. I'm very patient too. Standing, I open the door to an adjacent building, walking down the hall until I get a drink from the water fountain, before returning to the waiting room where I have more to offer our bumbling idiot, who just can't keep his foot out of his mouth.)
"So, you came out first with your little promo. Believing, there was no way I'd show up. That all your little comments regarding whatever you chose would knock me off of my mark. Leaving me speechless right? How's this for you. See the problem with all of the shit that ever slowly slips out of your mouth is I've heard it all before. It didn't matter then, and it doesn't matter now. Well, that's not really true. It does matter when it concerns it never coming out of your mouth again. Because I'm filing an injunction against you to make sure it never does. See that how that works. Make the system work for you and not against you. I bet you never in a million years would think I'd use wrestling law against you did you? You're a lot like Scott Thorne in thinking I'm just some meat head who doesn't deserve to be here. My guess is after this airs you're not going to be feeling too good about yourself."
"Stevie, you really didn't think this one through, and now it shows. You've forced me to drag Britt, and the EPW legal team into this. Because we're not going to have a match unless you cater to my personal terms on how you can't violate my intellectual property. Because I have enough money to sue you out of your personal existence, and I have enough experience in that ring to make you disappear for a very long time. These hardcore matches, I take them literally. I do not make frivolous challenges until I'm sure they will solve whatever the reason was for the challenge to begin with."
(The Secretary then takes a call off of hold, and let's me know they're ready for me now. I stand, and go inside of the office. Sitting down at the table I look over all of the contracts. Making sure I proof read each one of them. I go through signing each one of them, and then I pull out a card from my wallet slipping it over to my lawyer Donald Ericson. It has all of the EPW's numbers. How to reach Britt, and how to reach their legal team. Afterward the meeting is concluded. I stand, shaking the hand of Donald Ericson, and then walk out of his office. I approach a luxury elevator, and while gathering my thoughts to say a few finalities, before booking myself an Uber.)
"Stevie, you don't know when to stop, but now you're going to be forced too. While this all may have been fun, and games to you, it was quite serious for me. You're about to learn I'm not the one you want to step against. Oh, and your little promo is now evidence. It will be picked apart for years to come. It will set a precedent of why you don't say the things you said to me. It's going to set a precedent for everybody else too. Whether that's good or bad. Consequences Stevie. You're about to feel the full weight of them."
(The Uber drops me off in front of a medium sized warehouse. I go up to the door opening it with my key walking inside as we fade out.)
(As we fade back in this next little interaction is on camera. I've changed out of my suit, and into some work clothes. Gray coveralls to be exact. Inside of my works space you can see several work tables, and benches lying around. We can see a custom welder's mask where the face is of a wolf, and the visor is where the wolves eyes are. I pick up a hand held camcorder showing the specific things around my work office. There's something that will catch the attention of the viewer. It's a four cornered scaffold, that has been welded together to look like a wrestling ring. When its finished, the highest point will have turnbuckles in each of the four corners. Except where the ropes are suppose to be will be lined with razor wire designed to rip apart your flesh. Where the canvas is suppose to be will have a sheet of hickory welded underneath. Then underneath the scaffold will have a wrestling ring that's engineered to fit in that bottom section. Only the ring will be lined with razor wire. So whoever falls through that hickory will fall into a pit that's designed to disfigure you. It will be shipped to the EPW warehouse where our lovely owner will be tasked with using it, or updating it further for the Circus Deathmatch. Which contrary to what you think really doesn't have much to do with the circus.)
"You just don't know when to stop Stevie. So after you're left broke and penny less with absolutely no where to turn too I'll send your parents a video of your suicide. I'll even add in Slayer's reigning blood just for their satisfaction; because when it comes to the both of us you say shit just to get a reaction. I really hope that boosted your reputation in tiktok, and X, formerly Twitter. Because after this week is over everybody will have sworn they've seen you on the back of a milk carton. I sense a hint of jealousy that you weren't involved in my little challenge. You can refer to whatever you want as silly. But, the only silly thing is; is that you never saw this coming. As usual I'm ten steps ahead while you show yourself to be little more than a pest. I know how to take care of pests. You're now going to be shut down from cutting a promo. How does that feel Stevie? I took away your ammunition. You're cartoony attempt at shutting me down. It didn't work! I also realize this is going to piss a lot of the people on the roster off as well. But like you, they can all go eat a bag of dicks! Stevie, after this match you won't have to worry about a fan club. Because your career is effectively done. Go back to the drawing board, and learn what it takes to survive in this business, because you simply don't have it. I really wanted to take a different approach here, but you left me no option. I'm the ultimate bad guy. While you saw an opportunity to score a few points with management I saw an even greater opportunity. Let's face it Stevie. Not only am I smarter, but I'm better looking too. You made the biggest rookie mistake in this business. A few actually. You left yourself open for the unpredictable. Also, you have to worry about yourself, and your match. You don't have to worry about Donnie Harris because you're never going to make it there to face him. You'll never be anything more than a gimmick. A very poor one at that as well. I gave my lawyer your number as well. I wouldn't want to be you when he leaves my feedback either."
(We're now privy to the message that Donald Ericson left on caller feedback of Stevie Satisfaction, on behalf of David "Morbid Wolf" Francis)
"Mr. Stevie Satisfaction, the plaintiff in the current case docket number 1245KF26 of Hartford, Connecticut has officially issued an injunction against you regarding his intellectual property. Legally, you're no longer to make any derogatory, or inflammatory comments against him. Jokingly, seriously, or sparingly, or else he'll be forced to sue you in a court of law. The damages are specified in the current contracts at my office. If you don't have a lawyer I suggest you find one. As, I'm all ready representing Mr. David Francis, or Morbid Wolf as you may know him, I cannot represent you as that would create a conflict of interest. You can contact David Francis at 901-555-3421 or my email at xxx-xxx and we look forward to hearing from you. He submitted your promo as evidence. We believe he has a case. Should this matter go further, it could prevent your aspirations in the wrestling business. I, welcome hearing from you via a call or through email. Have a nice day Mr. Satisfaction. I'm sure we'll be in touch regarding the current injunction against you. You cannot cut a promo using any of the material in your current promo, or any related material in any piece of work going forward."
(The message then ends)
(Opening momentarily as we see a middle finger extended toward Stevie Satisfaction as we now fade out.)