Post by themorbidwolf on Sept 22, 2024 14:21:05 GMT -5
Opening we can clearly see we're inside a movie studio for a very special production but we'll have to await to see the final product. What very few people knew was that Wolf had made movies. Very specific movies over the years, and over the years a lot of fun was had by seeing what kind of crazy off the wall shit you could come up with. Well, we're back to that moment. We can see Wolf inside setting things up. Only this time Wolf looks different than he did before.
"Quiet on the set! I'm just about ready to begin, and when this son of a bitch kicks off well even my opponent for this week will regret ever trying to upstage me, or asking stupid fucking questions as well."
As the camera explores around the studio we see a group of various unknown actors in rehearsing their scripts each one with a different role that will be explained later.
"It all comes down to this final match. After all of these years my pension, and blood lust hasn't gone away yet. What I initially thought would be a hard road has come a lot easier than I thought. Who would I be if I still wasn't the same old bastard as before, with a tarnished reputation, and a person still not giving a fuck about it. Now before we get to the fun stuff I've got to introduce my daughter who has now blossomed into a beautiful woman. Simara Wolf. No relation to any of those dipshits in WGWF. Now that we have that out of the way. She is my assistant director. Believe it or not she's a lot more ruthless than I'll ever be. But, my path was not the same as hers. Now Stevie, I know you have a lot of questions, and you feel like you've taken it upon yourself to answer them but after this little production let's just say you won't be able to live it down."
"Linkin Park? Really!? And of all things it had to be their worst song ever! The people who pick your music really don't pay attention to the lyrics do they? But don't worry Stevie, you'll fall and lose it all after this match. See what I did there? There will be no more legal shit from here on out. Because maybe you should have asked your peers who the fuck I am. Jestyr would have told you that I'm not to be fucked with. You see that David Francis, that went to the legal department well, that was a human response. All of that shit is gone. And that hot blonde you loved to hit on she was a tranny. So I guess you'll be going back to Connecticut to suck some dick, and get your ass rammed for Only Fans! Maybe yourself and Shawn Savage could take her to the trailer park, and have a three way. To be fair though your sexual life, and preference isn't my business. Well, not until you made it my business. I'm an uncaring psychopath, and I have no problem admitting it. How about you keep your mouth full next time by doing what you do best. I'm sure Donnie Harris would love a rim job from you. Stevie, you know you I have to admit you try hard. I mean really too hard. The whole bit you're doing is about as played out as you having a tranny's panties between your teeth. Oh yeah, I've got the pictures, and the video. I'm going to show them to the EPW too. Not next week, but right fucking now! Well after our little production is over. I'm an expert at public black mail. You just don't know when to fucking quit, but you're going to now motherfucker, and even if you don't Grinder will be the only place you'll be allowed to frequent after this. I'm done with the deathmatch shit, and things that don't really matter. My focus is right where it needs to be, and I will eliminate anybody that gets in my way with extreme prejudice! It's true I've usually hung around the lower divisions, but Stevie I'm what some would refer to as a relic of the past. You new school pussies would never know what it was like before technology basically streamlined things for you. This relic has returned, and guess what? You're not going to like the end result. I always thought it would be Johnny who brought me back to my fuck it all ways. But no. I exposed him for the fraud he was, but even so. That guy is my brother. Call it a bad week or whatever but I'm the man who gets to rip you the fuck apart!"
"Stevie, you really went with that old tripe? This is your destiny? Nope you're about to have your destiny robbed from you in front of the whole world again. Only this time you won't be able to find an excuse. Who are we kidding? Of course you'll find an excuse. That's all you do is find excuses. Very poor ones at that, I love your recap too. Thinking that somebody has a bad week, and that's all that defines them. Your one good week has past. I'm not that same David Francis, or Morbid Wolf. It doesn't just apply to you Stevie. You're not the only one who evolves. We, as humans all do that. You call me a lot of shit, but you Stevie are seriously one stupid fuck! You're going to explain to me? That's down right hilarious since you've been explaining to the EPW, and to the rest of the world who I am, or who you think I am when you actually have no fucking clue! Now you've got to pay in a way that makes you understand. You actually thought that when I saw your little temper tantrum that I wouldn't show up. That same old recycled garbage you think carries you. Thanks fuck nuts! I really needed that laugh. In case you may have forgotten nobody gives a fuck about you, or takes you seriously Stevie. Especially me! Stevie, Jestyr Seryous aka Johnny motherfucking Stylez, the Paragona of Americana brought me into this organization, and I'm going to make sure his efforts pay off. He can tell you that I've won more World Titles, than you have fucked trannies. And if the EPW management sees it the same way I do then I'm on my way to winning another one. You're hilarious! Why do you care so much about my music? I must be doing something right if it keeps driving you insane. You know I was going to change it, and go back to one of my more familiar songs I used when I first started. However, I'm going to keep it to drive you bat shit crazy. This definitely needs to be said since you think you own the rights to everything. You need to worry more about yourself. Because what you're doing is not destiny. It's career suicide, and I'm the man to kill your fucking career!"
Wolf gets up from behind the camera, and then heads over to the live streaming platform. He then pulls out a thumb drive inserting it into the computer. Fuck the FCC, and anybody who dared try to stop this.
What airs is video of the blonde paralegal inside of Stevie's apartment. The bedroom where as Stevie would say all the magic happens. We can clearly tell the blonde paralegal is a man but like Shawn Savage Stevie has very low standards. We can see Stevie getting his dick sucked by a man who he thinks is a woman, and also Stevie is giving the "satisfaction" to the blonde paralegal while bent over. Stevie Satisfaction is clearly ass ramming a man. This has now been live streamed out to millions if not billions of people, and the best part is, that Stevie has no response for it. Not yet any way, but who would believe him anyway?
"How's that for a hit to your reputation bitch?"
"Wolf now takes a cut of Stevie's footage, and replays it for context"
'From the back we get to the sounds of hustle, and bustle from a busy street. Sure enough stepping out from a door is a well groomed Stevie Satisfaction. Just like we hinted to earlier he had an appointment at a Turkish Master Barber and he certainly looks like he's leaving that store now. Stevie stops and reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out his buzzing phone, due to the magic of editing we are privy to both sides of the phone call.
Our-Stevie: It's a go.
Other-Stevie: Stevie. It's Stevie Prime. Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you sure you're ready to get involved in the war? If you're not, no worries this is going to be a big commitment. However, if you're ready-
Our-Stevie: Oh, I'm ready for this. Just tell me what I have to do.
Other-Stevie: Alright, Stevie. Or should I say Stevie number two hundred forty three. Your target is just a block away from where you currently at. He should be there, but make sure you check his name before you do what you need to do. There will be a van pulling around the corner that will get you out of there, just in case you're being followed.
Our-Stevie: Easy stuff.
Other Stevie: Thanks, and Stevie...time to get some justice for what they did to you. Welcome to the war.
With that the phone call ends and Stevie begins to walk with a purpose down the street. He eventually walks in front of a hot dog cart near the corner of this busy street, creeping up on the side of side of the road is one of those van whites that you should never get in if you're a kid. You know what I mean. Either way, Stevie stops at the hot dog stand, and steps up.
Our-Stevie: Hey man, don't I know you? Aren't you Alan?
Hotdog Alan:Yeah, that's me, I'm sorry where do I know you from?
Our-Stevie: Oh from the war.
And with that, Stevie hits a monster of a super kick right to the side of the chin of the hot dog vendor. The dude crumbles to the ground with a hot dog ready to serve in each hand, the people scatter as they see this. Stevie, however doesn't run but instead gets into the guy's face, and ad-libs his favorite line from that movie "Tombstone."
Our-Stevie: You all picked the wrong Stevie to mess with. All right Alan.... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You tell the rest of the Alan's I'm coming, and hell's coming with me! You hear? Hell's coming with me!"
And after he does that, Stevie gets up, and charges off into the white van waiting for him as we fade to black. No better yet, we fade to the logo you're going to start seeing a whole lot at all of the upcoming EPW events....
The footage then cuts off, and Wolf has a big grin on his face, as if Christmas had come early because well it had.
"Stevie, you've given me one of the greatest gifts of all time with this little interaction. I'm not here to judge your PSTD, but rather make fun of it. Because you left yourself open. I, fancy myself a realist. I had a different plan all together for this. Something that will have to wait until our next match. We're just going to get down to the brass tacks of the matter as they would say. After all of that we just witnessed, and witnessed again. Are we to believe that there were no police on a bustling street? You can't walk down the street any more more with out seeing those fucking ham hocks. Let's just roll with the fact that maybe in the area you were in there were no police. You had the perfect storm so to speak. Then you commit this act without using a disguise? So you're suppose to be this great guy handing out tee shirts that read "And Justice for Stevie" but that's just not realistic. I think what actually happened was you imagined all of this, and when you've had your meds regulated you'll go on, and hope we forget right? There will be no justice for you Stevie. We've entered no man's land and I'm the fucking executioner!"
"But, your PSTD aside, we do share something in common. See Tombstone is my favorite movie as well. I always got my hands on anything related to Doc Holliday. I think you can see where I might be going with this, and if you can't don't worry I'm saving it for the very end. You over played your hand Stevie. Any good poker player will tell you that you should never reveal all of your cards at once. Yet, you did. Then you went on to commit a crime in front of the damn cameras! In your twisted little world where you're the center of your own universe that might work. Here in the real world you'll be very lucky if there's not a nationwide man hunt to track your ass down. You know, charge you and send your ass to prison. Where you'll have your favorite course of sucking dick, getting butt fucked, and being abused by the correction officers. Of course I don't have to worry about that because I don't do stupid shit like you, and if I do, its not on the fucking camera! I would love to be the US Marshall tracking you down. Just so I could place the cuffs on you myself to show you life is not always about satisfaction, and Stevie where you're heading, where you're eventually going to put yourself there is no satisfaction."
"I can't get no satisfaction, though I try, and I try, and I try, I can't get no..."
"Better learn that Rolling Stones song, because that will be your ultimate reality. When you wind up in prison a fancy nickname isn't going to save you. Damn Stevie, you don't know how happy it makes me that you're nothing but a spoiled fucking hypocrite with no sense of reality. You had to know I was going to bring up that little on camera interaction. You just gifted the whole EPW roster with that shit! They all can refer back to it when they need to refer to a promo for inspiration. Stevie, I'm not going to turn you in don't worry. I want the satisfaction of moving on to challenge for the World Title. Not pander to the powers that be. You caught me once Stevie, but that will never happen again. The Morbid Wolf you see now is the old school Morbid Wolf. I will rip your fucking world apart, and not bat an eye. Fuck you, and fuck the roster. I'm going to show you what a real world champion looks like because I may not have a belt around my waist but I'm still a world champion. I'm more of a world champion than you'll ever be! Why not just admit to yourself that I'm right. It will save you a whole lot of trouble in the long run. The original bad ass has taken over. Yeah fuck face I've been calling myself that since the beginning. It pissed a lot of people off, and now it can continue to piss off a whole new generation. The only person on this roster that deserves not only a World Title shot, but to go on to win the World Title is me! You can go fight your secret war. Beat up another Alan, but we know you won't fuck Alan's wife, because as previously mentioned dick is the only thing on the menu. Trust me here buddy, I'm flattered. I really am, but I don't swing that way. My fiance' Katie is enough for me. You even mention her name and I'll go postal. Sadly, you, and I are nearing our end here. One man will move forward, and the other well, at least you have that war on hot dog vendors. To put things in a greater perspective I am the ace of spades, and you Stevie, you are the two of clubs!"
"Just because I'm putting my little production on hold for now I promise the rest of the EPW roster the full, unedited Stevie Satisfaction the musical at a later date. Some time a gift just falls into your lap, and that gift is greater than you ever realized. You speak as if you're my nemesis but you're nothing to me. I've never considered you a threat, and I still don't. There's only one man I'd consider my nemesis and I've all ready told him. And no I will not tell you who it is. I will do you a solid though Stevie. Since you seem to care more about your little secret war than moving on in this tournament I'll round up all of those "And Justice for Stevie" shirts and burn them in a big dumpster fire so you can finally see what your career actually is. I'll pay your camera man Curt slave wages while he films it. Then the both of you can watch it over a romantic dinner before the three way with that tranny paralegal you're so fond of. Oh, and now the world knows how fond you are. Blame your tranny for leaking the video to me. See how I continue to rub it in, you tranny fucker! Doesn't feel so great when you're on the other side does it. Or maybe it does. Who am I to dictate what does and doesn't feel good to another person?"
"You're no daisy at all!"
"Quiet on the set! I'm just about ready to begin, and when this son of a bitch kicks off well even my opponent for this week will regret ever trying to upstage me, or asking stupid fucking questions as well."
As the camera explores around the studio we see a group of various unknown actors in rehearsing their scripts each one with a different role that will be explained later.
"It all comes down to this final match. After all of these years my pension, and blood lust hasn't gone away yet. What I initially thought would be a hard road has come a lot easier than I thought. Who would I be if I still wasn't the same old bastard as before, with a tarnished reputation, and a person still not giving a fuck about it. Now before we get to the fun stuff I've got to introduce my daughter who has now blossomed into a beautiful woman. Simara Wolf. No relation to any of those dipshits in WGWF. Now that we have that out of the way. She is my assistant director. Believe it or not she's a lot more ruthless than I'll ever be. But, my path was not the same as hers. Now Stevie, I know you have a lot of questions, and you feel like you've taken it upon yourself to answer them but after this little production let's just say you won't be able to live it down."
"Linkin Park? Really!? And of all things it had to be their worst song ever! The people who pick your music really don't pay attention to the lyrics do they? But don't worry Stevie, you'll fall and lose it all after this match. See what I did there? There will be no more legal shit from here on out. Because maybe you should have asked your peers who the fuck I am. Jestyr would have told you that I'm not to be fucked with. You see that David Francis, that went to the legal department well, that was a human response. All of that shit is gone. And that hot blonde you loved to hit on she was a tranny. So I guess you'll be going back to Connecticut to suck some dick, and get your ass rammed for Only Fans! Maybe yourself and Shawn Savage could take her to the trailer park, and have a three way. To be fair though your sexual life, and preference isn't my business. Well, not until you made it my business. I'm an uncaring psychopath, and I have no problem admitting it. How about you keep your mouth full next time by doing what you do best. I'm sure Donnie Harris would love a rim job from you. Stevie, you know you I have to admit you try hard. I mean really too hard. The whole bit you're doing is about as played out as you having a tranny's panties between your teeth. Oh yeah, I've got the pictures, and the video. I'm going to show them to the EPW too. Not next week, but right fucking now! Well after our little production is over. I'm an expert at public black mail. You just don't know when to fucking quit, but you're going to now motherfucker, and even if you don't Grinder will be the only place you'll be allowed to frequent after this. I'm done with the deathmatch shit, and things that don't really matter. My focus is right where it needs to be, and I will eliminate anybody that gets in my way with extreme prejudice! It's true I've usually hung around the lower divisions, but Stevie I'm what some would refer to as a relic of the past. You new school pussies would never know what it was like before technology basically streamlined things for you. This relic has returned, and guess what? You're not going to like the end result. I always thought it would be Johnny who brought me back to my fuck it all ways. But no. I exposed him for the fraud he was, but even so. That guy is my brother. Call it a bad week or whatever but I'm the man who gets to rip you the fuck apart!"
"Stevie, you really went with that old tripe? This is your destiny? Nope you're about to have your destiny robbed from you in front of the whole world again. Only this time you won't be able to find an excuse. Who are we kidding? Of course you'll find an excuse. That's all you do is find excuses. Very poor ones at that, I love your recap too. Thinking that somebody has a bad week, and that's all that defines them. Your one good week has past. I'm not that same David Francis, or Morbid Wolf. It doesn't just apply to you Stevie. You're not the only one who evolves. We, as humans all do that. You call me a lot of shit, but you Stevie are seriously one stupid fuck! You're going to explain to me? That's down right hilarious since you've been explaining to the EPW, and to the rest of the world who I am, or who you think I am when you actually have no fucking clue! Now you've got to pay in a way that makes you understand. You actually thought that when I saw your little temper tantrum that I wouldn't show up. That same old recycled garbage you think carries you. Thanks fuck nuts! I really needed that laugh. In case you may have forgotten nobody gives a fuck about you, or takes you seriously Stevie. Especially me! Stevie, Jestyr Seryous aka Johnny motherfucking Stylez, the Paragona of Americana brought me into this organization, and I'm going to make sure his efforts pay off. He can tell you that I've won more World Titles, than you have fucked trannies. And if the EPW management sees it the same way I do then I'm on my way to winning another one. You're hilarious! Why do you care so much about my music? I must be doing something right if it keeps driving you insane. You know I was going to change it, and go back to one of my more familiar songs I used when I first started. However, I'm going to keep it to drive you bat shit crazy. This definitely needs to be said since you think you own the rights to everything. You need to worry more about yourself. Because what you're doing is not destiny. It's career suicide, and I'm the man to kill your fucking career!"
Wolf gets up from behind the camera, and then heads over to the live streaming platform. He then pulls out a thumb drive inserting it into the computer. Fuck the FCC, and anybody who dared try to stop this.
What airs is video of the blonde paralegal inside of Stevie's apartment. The bedroom where as Stevie would say all the magic happens. We can clearly tell the blonde paralegal is a man but like Shawn Savage Stevie has very low standards. We can see Stevie getting his dick sucked by a man who he thinks is a woman, and also Stevie is giving the "satisfaction" to the blonde paralegal while bent over. Stevie Satisfaction is clearly ass ramming a man. This has now been live streamed out to millions if not billions of people, and the best part is, that Stevie has no response for it. Not yet any way, but who would believe him anyway?
"How's that for a hit to your reputation bitch?"
"Wolf now takes a cut of Stevie's footage, and replays it for context"
'From the back we get to the sounds of hustle, and bustle from a busy street. Sure enough stepping out from a door is a well groomed Stevie Satisfaction. Just like we hinted to earlier he had an appointment at a Turkish Master Barber and he certainly looks like he's leaving that store now. Stevie stops and reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out his buzzing phone, due to the magic of editing we are privy to both sides of the phone call.
Our-Stevie: It's a go.
Other-Stevie: Stevie. It's Stevie Prime. Are you sure you're ready for this? Are you sure you're ready to get involved in the war? If you're not, no worries this is going to be a big commitment. However, if you're ready-
Our-Stevie: Oh, I'm ready for this. Just tell me what I have to do.
Other-Stevie: Alright, Stevie. Or should I say Stevie number two hundred forty three. Your target is just a block away from where you currently at. He should be there, but make sure you check his name before you do what you need to do. There will be a van pulling around the corner that will get you out of there, just in case you're being followed.
Our-Stevie: Easy stuff.
Other Stevie: Thanks, and Stevie...time to get some justice for what they did to you. Welcome to the war.
With that the phone call ends and Stevie begins to walk with a purpose down the street. He eventually walks in front of a hot dog cart near the corner of this busy street, creeping up on the side of side of the road is one of those van whites that you should never get in if you're a kid. You know what I mean. Either way, Stevie stops at the hot dog stand, and steps up.
Our-Stevie: Hey man, don't I know you? Aren't you Alan?
Hotdog Alan:Yeah, that's me, I'm sorry where do I know you from?
Our-Stevie: Oh from the war.
And with that, Stevie hits a monster of a super kick right to the side of the chin of the hot dog vendor. The dude crumbles to the ground with a hot dog ready to serve in each hand, the people scatter as they see this. Stevie, however doesn't run but instead gets into the guy's face, and ad-libs his favorite line from that movie "Tombstone."
Our-Stevie: You all picked the wrong Stevie to mess with. All right Alan.... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You tell the rest of the Alan's I'm coming, and hell's coming with me! You hear? Hell's coming with me!"
And after he does that, Stevie gets up, and charges off into the white van waiting for him as we fade to black. No better yet, we fade to the logo you're going to start seeing a whole lot at all of the upcoming EPW events....
The footage then cuts off, and Wolf has a big grin on his face, as if Christmas had come early because well it had.
"Stevie, you've given me one of the greatest gifts of all time with this little interaction. I'm not here to judge your PSTD, but rather make fun of it. Because you left yourself open. I, fancy myself a realist. I had a different plan all together for this. Something that will have to wait until our next match. We're just going to get down to the brass tacks of the matter as they would say. After all of that we just witnessed, and witnessed again. Are we to believe that there were no police on a bustling street? You can't walk down the street any more more with out seeing those fucking ham hocks. Let's just roll with the fact that maybe in the area you were in there were no police. You had the perfect storm so to speak. Then you commit this act without using a disguise? So you're suppose to be this great guy handing out tee shirts that read "And Justice for Stevie" but that's just not realistic. I think what actually happened was you imagined all of this, and when you've had your meds regulated you'll go on, and hope we forget right? There will be no justice for you Stevie. We've entered no man's land and I'm the fucking executioner!"
"But, your PSTD aside, we do share something in common. See Tombstone is my favorite movie as well. I always got my hands on anything related to Doc Holliday. I think you can see where I might be going with this, and if you can't don't worry I'm saving it for the very end. You over played your hand Stevie. Any good poker player will tell you that you should never reveal all of your cards at once. Yet, you did. Then you went on to commit a crime in front of the damn cameras! In your twisted little world where you're the center of your own universe that might work. Here in the real world you'll be very lucky if there's not a nationwide man hunt to track your ass down. You know, charge you and send your ass to prison. Where you'll have your favorite course of sucking dick, getting butt fucked, and being abused by the correction officers. Of course I don't have to worry about that because I don't do stupid shit like you, and if I do, its not on the fucking camera! I would love to be the US Marshall tracking you down. Just so I could place the cuffs on you myself to show you life is not always about satisfaction, and Stevie where you're heading, where you're eventually going to put yourself there is no satisfaction."
"I can't get no satisfaction, though I try, and I try, and I try, I can't get no..."
"Better learn that Rolling Stones song, because that will be your ultimate reality. When you wind up in prison a fancy nickname isn't going to save you. Damn Stevie, you don't know how happy it makes me that you're nothing but a spoiled fucking hypocrite with no sense of reality. You had to know I was going to bring up that little on camera interaction. You just gifted the whole EPW roster with that shit! They all can refer back to it when they need to refer to a promo for inspiration. Stevie, I'm not going to turn you in don't worry. I want the satisfaction of moving on to challenge for the World Title. Not pander to the powers that be. You caught me once Stevie, but that will never happen again. The Morbid Wolf you see now is the old school Morbid Wolf. I will rip your fucking world apart, and not bat an eye. Fuck you, and fuck the roster. I'm going to show you what a real world champion looks like because I may not have a belt around my waist but I'm still a world champion. I'm more of a world champion than you'll ever be! Why not just admit to yourself that I'm right. It will save you a whole lot of trouble in the long run. The original bad ass has taken over. Yeah fuck face I've been calling myself that since the beginning. It pissed a lot of people off, and now it can continue to piss off a whole new generation. The only person on this roster that deserves not only a World Title shot, but to go on to win the World Title is me! You can go fight your secret war. Beat up another Alan, but we know you won't fuck Alan's wife, because as previously mentioned dick is the only thing on the menu. Trust me here buddy, I'm flattered. I really am, but I don't swing that way. My fiance' Katie is enough for me. You even mention her name and I'll go postal. Sadly, you, and I are nearing our end here. One man will move forward, and the other well, at least you have that war on hot dog vendors. To put things in a greater perspective I am the ace of spades, and you Stevie, you are the two of clubs!"
"Just because I'm putting my little production on hold for now I promise the rest of the EPW roster the full, unedited Stevie Satisfaction the musical at a later date. Some time a gift just falls into your lap, and that gift is greater than you ever realized. You speak as if you're my nemesis but you're nothing to me. I've never considered you a threat, and I still don't. There's only one man I'd consider my nemesis and I've all ready told him. And no I will not tell you who it is. I will do you a solid though Stevie. Since you seem to care more about your little secret war than moving on in this tournament I'll round up all of those "And Justice for Stevie" shirts and burn them in a big dumpster fire so you can finally see what your career actually is. I'll pay your camera man Curt slave wages while he films it. Then the both of you can watch it over a romantic dinner before the three way with that tranny paralegal you're so fond of. Oh, and now the world knows how fond you are. Blame your tranny for leaking the video to me. See how I continue to rub it in, you tranny fucker! Doesn't feel so great when you're on the other side does it. Or maybe it does. Who am I to dictate what does and doesn't feel good to another person?"
"You're no daisy at all!"