Post by themorbidwolf on Sept 24, 2024 9:59:34 GMT -5
.......We don't make mistakes....... We have happy little accidents.....
The joy of painting with Bob Ross can be over heard from the near by television. It may have been playing on a loop but at this point who knows.
7:59 AM New York City
Pendry Manhattan West Hotel.
"I have to be honest with the viewer who may be watching this. I have no idea how I got here. But before we put those pieces together or try too let's switch gears for a moment, and bring up two very important topics. One being the Anarchy Championship, and the other being K-Mont."
"I've done my research on the Anarchy Championship, and I know what K-Mont has done in order to secure that title. After all the shit I've done I'm not here to judge at all. If I saw a path moving forward I might take the same or similar steps. I didn't though, and my path forward was a much smarter decision."
I rub my head feeling a sharp pain near my face, almost like a migraine, but not quite. Something inside told me that there would be bruising, but that is something I'd just have to deal with. Because nothing was getting between me, and securing that Anarchy Championship.
"Let's go over the steps that K-Mont took that would inevitably lead to this match. I feel like a reminder would be helpful for those who missed it. Now K-Mont initially came in without any gold. She changed her name to vacant, and even held a replica before everything was made official. Those were some pretty extreme steps. The road to being a champion has many paths. We can all agree on this statement. However, I feel like her steps were a little bit reckless, and because of that the ghost has risen to take its toll for this gross happenstance."
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed feeling woozy, I immediately fall back, and the next few moments are a blur.
"I can make out a shadow, but as my vision begins to clear I see a woman on top of me. Riding me so hard as if she wanted the pain the next morning to keep me from being able to get out of bed. All of a sudden she head butts me, and then suddenly I snap back to reality."
What the actual fuck? Let's see if I could focus in enough for this no dq match.
"K-Mont, I'm going to a tailor later to get a suit made specifically for this match. Not only do I want to look like a million bucks for this match but I'm doing this so you'll always be able to recall this specific memory. When, through no fault of your own you allowed the EPW Anarchy Championship to slip from those skinny little fingers of yours. I was duly warned not to take you for granted, and I gave my word that I wouldn't. I've seen your work before K-Mont, and although I can see you're no push over, I'm also not impressed. Seeing that you're also related to J. Mont gives me slight pause. The whole world heard him say he wouldn't get involved in your affairs. But considering who you're up against. The temptation for him to get involved is always there. Not that I'm worried. I just understand that temptation very well."
I hear a knock at my door, and naturally, I get up opening the hotel door. Nobody is there, but as I look down I see something. It's a painting. I pick it up bringing it back inside so I can see what is it of, and why would anybody be delivering anything to me, this early in the morning. I close the hotel door examining the painting closer. As I turn it around its me. The painting is of me naked, knocked out, and laying beside a dumpster. This sure was one hell of a way to put the pieces together. But, it still lead me no further in figuring out who left this for me. I immediately rip the painting apart, and in my rage I almost went too far. I had to remind myself that this was almost a thousand dollars a night to stay here, and I'd be shelling out a few more thousand to stay here until after Danger. But now we had to regain our focus. Nothing was going to throw me off.
"You're not too familiar with my style of wrestling, or my mindset. I'm a professional, and part of that is being professional through everything. The state of mind that I place myself in means its nothing personal. It's just business. However, this business is a little more personal, and the stakes are even higher for me. You can follow any advice you wish but I'd advise you not to become overly obsessed. Why? Because you were the first Anarchy Champion of the new era, and nobody will ever remove that accomplishment from you. Unfortunately, it ends here.
I stand getting dressed. The black suit I'm wearing has seen better days so even though it would cost me a more than I was willing to part with I was still going to go through the whole process. That was the responsible thing to do.
"K-Mont, I'm a technical wrestler. Something you don't see very often. Not only do you not see it very often but you don't run into many purists like myself. There are some people with the opinion that in a no disqualification match that technical wrestling has no place in the match itself. To those people who honestly believe that all I've got to say is watch closely. Watch as I prove you wrong again. I have my own landscape to paint with your blood, sweat, and tears K-Mont. I will use the ring itself, and everything around it. If you want to know how real anarchy in motion feels, well its about to happen to you. Through all of the possibilities in this match, when it is finally over I will be the one not only walking way with the victory, but I'll also be taking your most prized possession away from you."
I receive a text, and as I feel the vibration in the pocket of my suit pants I remove the brand new IPhone 16 Pro. I see a private car has been booked for me. Now what I'm feeling is maybe its time for breakfast. I then head down to the car, getting in. They take me to Tick Tock Diner NY. As we pull up I'm noticing its across the street from Madison Square Garden. Perfect, I think to myself. Feeling, and hearing my stomach growl, I get out of the car, shutting the door, then walking inside the diner. Sitting down at a booth, I order a black coffee with creamer, and three sugar packets. I'd never envision myself drinking coffee. I've always hated it, but now it's just become apart of my routine.
"K-Mont, I need you to understand that nothing I do is routine. Not in that ring or any where else. I have a very specific reason for carrying myself the way I do. When you finally understand why it will make sense. That doesn't happen often in this life or this world. I also want to address the Bob Ross quote since I made a painting reference. You might have little accidents that work in a painting to bring it all together in the end, but make no mistake, there won't be any happy accidents in this match. I understand your frustration, and I'm frustrated too. I mean you seriously were going to wait until the last possible minute to out smart me, and look how the tables have turned. All of that work you put into getting the Anarchy Championship, and now you're not going to keep it. It's just a fact of life that somebody better always comes along. That is not an opinion either. That's a fact!
A waitress comes up to a me taking my order. I order the country steak and eggs. Well done on the steak, and over easy on the eggs. Starting my day wasn't always a success, but today I felt like it would be. After finishing my breakfast I pay, and leave a very generous tip before returning to the private car. We head over to Madison Square Garden so I could get some business done. New York was one of those cities I loved. That's all I'm allow to mention. Any more might incriminate myself, and we know I would never do that.
Walking into the MSG arena just reminded me of why I loved this place, and its people so much. This place was going to be rabid by the time I got into the ring. It was going to be triumph of epic proportions.
"K-Mont, there are a lot of people who will tell you I don't belong in this business. Those people can have their opinions, but in all honesty what those people say have no affect on me. What you say will have no effect on me either. I have the feeling though that if you were going to present a protective front that you would have all ready done it. It's not as if we can call the JKO a masterpiece, because I can promise you it will not keep me down. I'm going to grind you down, and win the war of attrition. Even though this is a no dq much you will submit to me in other ways. Just so we make ourselves clear to Jestyr, no that was not sexual. I feel like that needed to be said., Moving on, this is going to be a good night for you K-Mont. Or should call you vacant, because that's all you've been this week. I know it runs both ways but I'm not use to this approach where I come out here first, and then you show up with two minutes left. K-Mont I seriously hope you take this seriously. I'd love to see the color drain out of your face after you have the title of former champion next to your name. Not only will that please me but that will please my boss Brit. The ultimate redemption for me is removing that strap from your waist. Of course, I'm not really one for redemption. I don't believe in the concept. Redemption is a corporate concept to sell books, movies, and anything else you can buy. Adding to the consumer statistics. K-Mont, whatever pre conceived notions you have about me please keep them to yourself. You can parrot the roster all you'd like but I'm now in that frame of mind where nothing can touch me. You will be wondering why you lost after Danger is over. Anarchy is about to get a make over, and its one that is much needed. K-Mont, this is where I will leave you. You can remain vacant all you'd please. Only in this instance its not going to win you a damn thing."
-The Following interactions are now off camera-
Walking out of the MSG arena to my private car felt like it was all of a sudden taking forever. As if everything were moving in slow motion. A would be robber sticks a gun in my back walking me into a dark alley way. This man can't tell but I've actually got a smile on my face. You know some times in my line of work you get an itch you have to scratch. For reasons out of your control, you have to put off that adrenaline rush. Because nothing quite matches it. A lot of things can come close, but some things never come close.
The would be robber has me slowly turn around, but what he doesn't know is I was all ready prepared. He wants my valuables. Phone, wallet, the usual. Anything for a quick score only to repeat the process.
"You look like a rich fucker. I'm going to hock all your shit, and then go fuck the people who are the closest to you. Whether they are alive or dead. Now give me all your fucking money or I'll shoot you in the face!"
"I understand there is no reasoning with you, but what you may not understand is I've all ready disarmed the gun from you, while you felt the need to deliver a silly threat to me. I'm not sorry for this either."
Before the would be robber can act again, I kick the gun away. I pull the would be robber close to me stabbing him several times in the stomach, before feeling the little tab just below his rib cage. I use enough force to break that fucker off as a rush of adrenaline hits my body. The would be robber falls to the pavement choking, and gasping for air, and choking on his own blood. The would be robber mouths hospital to me but I keep my knife sheathed. There was no need for over kill. I quietly walk out of the alley way back to the private car. Opening the car door, and getting inside. Allowing the adrenaline to dissipate. This would only be a short term solution to handle before Anarchy. I tapped on the back glass, and the drive drove me back to the Pendry Manhattan West hotel. I get back inside and then pay for a couple of extra nights before I decided to follow the crew after Danger had concluded.
I get back up to my room opening the door, walking inside. From there what I see is a note pad with a number. Written on the note pad it simply reads "Call me!"
This day was just getting harder and harder to figure out, and I began to wonder who was toying with me. Thinking I was a puppet, and they they could pull my strings. And Justice was right around the corner, and for the first time in my life. I had no answers yet. But I would eventually as I'd get back to my own personal investigation. Hopefully, I'd recover some results, but I had to keep focused. My sights were clearly on the Anarchy title, and even though I was personally experiencing some Anarchy, I'd still over come this to bring back a brand new shiny title.
Looking at the second night stand in my hotel room I see a phone book. I pick it up, looking through it to find a tailor. When I find one that I like I rip the page out, and put it on the bed. I pull out my cell, dialing the number, and making an appointment.
VITTONE Tailors is where I made my appointment. I had read good reviews about this business. However, my schedule didn't allow for such things until now. This was another thing most people wouldn't understand. But it goes back to being a professional. When you allow yourself to be sophisticated, the whole world will take notice too. My appointment was for 3 PM today. Just the right amount of time I needed.
Standing I remove my suit hanging it on the rack which was not very far from my bed. Even though this was about as luxury as you could get, the room was still not very big.
Suddenly, my phone starts blowing up, and I answer it. I then smile, as I walk over to my luggage. Opening my gym bag I remove a notebook, and a pen. I write all the information down, and the target's name, what they were wearing, and who the target was. I place both of the items down after hanging up. Then I read the information a loud so it can remain fresh in my memory.
'Sandy Smith'
'Ran away to pimp we suspect'
'Parents are offering a reward if she's brought back safe'
'Last known address is xx-xx'
These were new calls. You could no longer remain independent with the cesspool that crime has undergone in the last few years. Being selfish, and staying out of the public eye or their trail was a near impossibility, but since this was a private job, and a trail would be left behind I hand to be very careful in how I handled this. Nobody would ever tell you that I had a heart of gold, but occasionally you got this type of job coming through. It was inevitable. Another new thing was I had to put in a bid on this offer. Because I was forced back into my old line of work I had to use a pair of fresh eyes to make sure I wasn't being set up. Also I came back here to my hotel room to personally remove the evidence of my little encounter in the alley way.
Like a good little soldier I pulled out my cell phone, and typed in the price, the time, and also I wrote under no circumstances will I take this job again if the girl escaped her parent's care again. I hit send, and then I waited.
Organized crime could get really sloppy. Even if you had good intentions, shit could go side ways at any minute. I didn't want to walk into this one blind. I needed specific gear so I wouldn't be recognized, a voice changer possibly, and a lot of pay offs. I didn't know if those would take. It was risky. Very little information provided. This could be the type of work that either gets you remember, or almost leaves you dead in the gutter. No happy little accidents on this one.
My phone chimed again as I removed it from my pants pocket. It read the job was no longer available, and in this instance is the best thing to ever happen.
The joy of painting with Bob Ross can be over heard from the near by television. It may have been playing on a loop but at this point who knows.
7:59 AM New York City
Pendry Manhattan West Hotel.
"I have to be honest with the viewer who may be watching this. I have no idea how I got here. But before we put those pieces together or try too let's switch gears for a moment, and bring up two very important topics. One being the Anarchy Championship, and the other being K-Mont."
"I've done my research on the Anarchy Championship, and I know what K-Mont has done in order to secure that title. After all the shit I've done I'm not here to judge at all. If I saw a path moving forward I might take the same or similar steps. I didn't though, and my path forward was a much smarter decision."
I rub my head feeling a sharp pain near my face, almost like a migraine, but not quite. Something inside told me that there would be bruising, but that is something I'd just have to deal with. Because nothing was getting between me, and securing that Anarchy Championship.
"Let's go over the steps that K-Mont took that would inevitably lead to this match. I feel like a reminder would be helpful for those who missed it. Now K-Mont initially came in without any gold. She changed her name to vacant, and even held a replica before everything was made official. Those were some pretty extreme steps. The road to being a champion has many paths. We can all agree on this statement. However, I feel like her steps were a little bit reckless, and because of that the ghost has risen to take its toll for this gross happenstance."
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed feeling woozy, I immediately fall back, and the next few moments are a blur.
"I can make out a shadow, but as my vision begins to clear I see a woman on top of me. Riding me so hard as if she wanted the pain the next morning to keep me from being able to get out of bed. All of a sudden she head butts me, and then suddenly I snap back to reality."
What the actual fuck? Let's see if I could focus in enough for this no dq match.
"K-Mont, I'm going to a tailor later to get a suit made specifically for this match. Not only do I want to look like a million bucks for this match but I'm doing this so you'll always be able to recall this specific memory. When, through no fault of your own you allowed the EPW Anarchy Championship to slip from those skinny little fingers of yours. I was duly warned not to take you for granted, and I gave my word that I wouldn't. I've seen your work before K-Mont, and although I can see you're no push over, I'm also not impressed. Seeing that you're also related to J. Mont gives me slight pause. The whole world heard him say he wouldn't get involved in your affairs. But considering who you're up against. The temptation for him to get involved is always there. Not that I'm worried. I just understand that temptation very well."
I hear a knock at my door, and naturally, I get up opening the hotel door. Nobody is there, but as I look down I see something. It's a painting. I pick it up bringing it back inside so I can see what is it of, and why would anybody be delivering anything to me, this early in the morning. I close the hotel door examining the painting closer. As I turn it around its me. The painting is of me naked, knocked out, and laying beside a dumpster. This sure was one hell of a way to put the pieces together. But, it still lead me no further in figuring out who left this for me. I immediately rip the painting apart, and in my rage I almost went too far. I had to remind myself that this was almost a thousand dollars a night to stay here, and I'd be shelling out a few more thousand to stay here until after Danger. But now we had to regain our focus. Nothing was going to throw me off.
"You're not too familiar with my style of wrestling, or my mindset. I'm a professional, and part of that is being professional through everything. The state of mind that I place myself in means its nothing personal. It's just business. However, this business is a little more personal, and the stakes are even higher for me. You can follow any advice you wish but I'd advise you not to become overly obsessed. Why? Because you were the first Anarchy Champion of the new era, and nobody will ever remove that accomplishment from you. Unfortunately, it ends here.
I stand getting dressed. The black suit I'm wearing has seen better days so even though it would cost me a more than I was willing to part with I was still going to go through the whole process. That was the responsible thing to do.
"K-Mont, I'm a technical wrestler. Something you don't see very often. Not only do you not see it very often but you don't run into many purists like myself. There are some people with the opinion that in a no disqualification match that technical wrestling has no place in the match itself. To those people who honestly believe that all I've got to say is watch closely. Watch as I prove you wrong again. I have my own landscape to paint with your blood, sweat, and tears K-Mont. I will use the ring itself, and everything around it. If you want to know how real anarchy in motion feels, well its about to happen to you. Through all of the possibilities in this match, when it is finally over I will be the one not only walking way with the victory, but I'll also be taking your most prized possession away from you."
I receive a text, and as I feel the vibration in the pocket of my suit pants I remove the brand new IPhone 16 Pro. I see a private car has been booked for me. Now what I'm feeling is maybe its time for breakfast. I then head down to the car, getting in. They take me to Tick Tock Diner NY. As we pull up I'm noticing its across the street from Madison Square Garden. Perfect, I think to myself. Feeling, and hearing my stomach growl, I get out of the car, shutting the door, then walking inside the diner. Sitting down at a booth, I order a black coffee with creamer, and three sugar packets. I'd never envision myself drinking coffee. I've always hated it, but now it's just become apart of my routine.
"K-Mont, I need you to understand that nothing I do is routine. Not in that ring or any where else. I have a very specific reason for carrying myself the way I do. When you finally understand why it will make sense. That doesn't happen often in this life or this world. I also want to address the Bob Ross quote since I made a painting reference. You might have little accidents that work in a painting to bring it all together in the end, but make no mistake, there won't be any happy accidents in this match. I understand your frustration, and I'm frustrated too. I mean you seriously were going to wait until the last possible minute to out smart me, and look how the tables have turned. All of that work you put into getting the Anarchy Championship, and now you're not going to keep it. It's just a fact of life that somebody better always comes along. That is not an opinion either. That's a fact!
A waitress comes up to a me taking my order. I order the country steak and eggs. Well done on the steak, and over easy on the eggs. Starting my day wasn't always a success, but today I felt like it would be. After finishing my breakfast I pay, and leave a very generous tip before returning to the private car. We head over to Madison Square Garden so I could get some business done. New York was one of those cities I loved. That's all I'm allow to mention. Any more might incriminate myself, and we know I would never do that.
Walking into the MSG arena just reminded me of why I loved this place, and its people so much. This place was going to be rabid by the time I got into the ring. It was going to be triumph of epic proportions.
"K-Mont, there are a lot of people who will tell you I don't belong in this business. Those people can have their opinions, but in all honesty what those people say have no affect on me. What you say will have no effect on me either. I have the feeling though that if you were going to present a protective front that you would have all ready done it. It's not as if we can call the JKO a masterpiece, because I can promise you it will not keep me down. I'm going to grind you down, and win the war of attrition. Even though this is a no dq much you will submit to me in other ways. Just so we make ourselves clear to Jestyr, no that was not sexual. I feel like that needed to be said., Moving on, this is going to be a good night for you K-Mont. Or should call you vacant, because that's all you've been this week. I know it runs both ways but I'm not use to this approach where I come out here first, and then you show up with two minutes left. K-Mont I seriously hope you take this seriously. I'd love to see the color drain out of your face after you have the title of former champion next to your name. Not only will that please me but that will please my boss Brit. The ultimate redemption for me is removing that strap from your waist. Of course, I'm not really one for redemption. I don't believe in the concept. Redemption is a corporate concept to sell books, movies, and anything else you can buy. Adding to the consumer statistics. K-Mont, whatever pre conceived notions you have about me please keep them to yourself. You can parrot the roster all you'd like but I'm now in that frame of mind where nothing can touch me. You will be wondering why you lost after Danger is over. Anarchy is about to get a make over, and its one that is much needed. K-Mont, this is where I will leave you. You can remain vacant all you'd please. Only in this instance its not going to win you a damn thing."
-The Following interactions are now off camera-
Walking out of the MSG arena to my private car felt like it was all of a sudden taking forever. As if everything were moving in slow motion. A would be robber sticks a gun in my back walking me into a dark alley way. This man can't tell but I've actually got a smile on my face. You know some times in my line of work you get an itch you have to scratch. For reasons out of your control, you have to put off that adrenaline rush. Because nothing quite matches it. A lot of things can come close, but some things never come close.
The would be robber has me slowly turn around, but what he doesn't know is I was all ready prepared. He wants my valuables. Phone, wallet, the usual. Anything for a quick score only to repeat the process.
"You look like a rich fucker. I'm going to hock all your shit, and then go fuck the people who are the closest to you. Whether they are alive or dead. Now give me all your fucking money or I'll shoot you in the face!"
"I understand there is no reasoning with you, but what you may not understand is I've all ready disarmed the gun from you, while you felt the need to deliver a silly threat to me. I'm not sorry for this either."
Before the would be robber can act again, I kick the gun away. I pull the would be robber close to me stabbing him several times in the stomach, before feeling the little tab just below his rib cage. I use enough force to break that fucker off as a rush of adrenaline hits my body. The would be robber falls to the pavement choking, and gasping for air, and choking on his own blood. The would be robber mouths hospital to me but I keep my knife sheathed. There was no need for over kill. I quietly walk out of the alley way back to the private car. Opening the car door, and getting inside. Allowing the adrenaline to dissipate. This would only be a short term solution to handle before Anarchy. I tapped on the back glass, and the drive drove me back to the Pendry Manhattan West hotel. I get back inside and then pay for a couple of extra nights before I decided to follow the crew after Danger had concluded.
I get back up to my room opening the door, walking inside. From there what I see is a note pad with a number. Written on the note pad it simply reads "Call me!"
This day was just getting harder and harder to figure out, and I began to wonder who was toying with me. Thinking I was a puppet, and they they could pull my strings. And Justice was right around the corner, and for the first time in my life. I had no answers yet. But I would eventually as I'd get back to my own personal investigation. Hopefully, I'd recover some results, but I had to keep focused. My sights were clearly on the Anarchy title, and even though I was personally experiencing some Anarchy, I'd still over come this to bring back a brand new shiny title.
Looking at the second night stand in my hotel room I see a phone book. I pick it up, looking through it to find a tailor. When I find one that I like I rip the page out, and put it on the bed. I pull out my cell, dialing the number, and making an appointment.
VITTONE Tailors is where I made my appointment. I had read good reviews about this business. However, my schedule didn't allow for such things until now. This was another thing most people wouldn't understand. But it goes back to being a professional. When you allow yourself to be sophisticated, the whole world will take notice too. My appointment was for 3 PM today. Just the right amount of time I needed.
Standing I remove my suit hanging it on the rack which was not very far from my bed. Even though this was about as luxury as you could get, the room was still not very big.
Suddenly, my phone starts blowing up, and I answer it. I then smile, as I walk over to my luggage. Opening my gym bag I remove a notebook, and a pen. I write all the information down, and the target's name, what they were wearing, and who the target was. I place both of the items down after hanging up. Then I read the information a loud so it can remain fresh in my memory.
'Sandy Smith'
'Ran away to pimp we suspect'
'Parents are offering a reward if she's brought back safe'
'Last known address is xx-xx'
These were new calls. You could no longer remain independent with the cesspool that crime has undergone in the last few years. Being selfish, and staying out of the public eye or their trail was a near impossibility, but since this was a private job, and a trail would be left behind I hand to be very careful in how I handled this. Nobody would ever tell you that I had a heart of gold, but occasionally you got this type of job coming through. It was inevitable. Another new thing was I had to put in a bid on this offer. Because I was forced back into my old line of work I had to use a pair of fresh eyes to make sure I wasn't being set up. Also I came back here to my hotel room to personally remove the evidence of my little encounter in the alley way.
Like a good little soldier I pulled out my cell phone, and typed in the price, the time, and also I wrote under no circumstances will I take this job again if the girl escaped her parent's care again. I hit send, and then I waited.
Organized crime could get really sloppy. Even if you had good intentions, shit could go side ways at any minute. I didn't want to walk into this one blind. I needed specific gear so I wouldn't be recognized, a voice changer possibly, and a lot of pay offs. I didn't know if those would take. It was risky. Very little information provided. This could be the type of work that either gets you remember, or almost leaves you dead in the gutter. No happy little accidents on this one.
My phone chimed again as I removed it from my pants pocket. It read the job was no longer available, and in this instance is the best thing to ever happen.