Axle Vengeance [vs.] Ryan Apollos

Axle Vengeance tries to get back to his winning ways as he takes on "The Legend Slayer"

Present Day
Location: Los Angeles, California
“Calling It How I See It.”


Are you not entertained? Posing a rhetorical question it appears as though those in the back muttered those very words as I shared my history and promoted my upcoming DVD. FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. Period. I couldn’t care less if I was less than enthused last week. Who in their right minds would be enthusiastic about having to face Gordon Fury? Gordon Fury blows. He’s one of the worst this company has on the roster. Granted there are far less talented peons in IWF but Gordon is a curtain jerker. Gordon struggles to find himself on a weekly basis. Hell even Gordon has a slip of the tongue when facing against GIANTS. He stumbles over his words and they come out as timid, unsure and shaky. There is no conviction, no confidence and certainly zero swagger when it comes to the Australian Menstruation. Fuck this kangaroo loving, vegemite eating, comes from the land down under how fitting…false champion Gordon Fury. He can’t handle me. A fluke for the ages and an untrue victory now grace the pages of IWF’s history books. Looks like I’m going to have to pull out the proverbial eraser and wipe that win from the books. When all is said and done things will be right in the universe and the questions will stop. I’m a dangerous man Gordon Fury…too dangerous for you to fuck with.

So taking advantage of one man’s distraction is such the feat. Such the feat that you needed to take a week off from being pounded by a legend. Take your fluke win and be happy Gordo. Be happy that you’ve caught me off guard. Be happy that you’ve been granted a week off because you aren’t “medically” prepared to step into the ring this week. If you were actually man enough to compete you’d fall before me and that minuscule victory would all be forgotten. You see you can’t claim that you dominated Axle Vengeance in the ring. You can’t claim you truly conquered this giant. You just can’t do it. You know I should’ve won that match, I know I should’ve won that match and soon enough it’ll be a reality.

There isn’t much to be desired when looking at someone like Gordon Fury. His unkempt appearance looking like Pig-Pen from the Peanuts. The disgusting neckbeard, stupid greasy mop top, puffy physique and overall tacky fashion sense…nothing shows me that you deserve to be a champion. People don’t watch Battlegrounds to watch Gordon Fury. They pay to so me. No matter if these fans out there think that your win was oh so amazing because Axle Vengeance lost…finally. However they can laugh and cheer you the only reason you even got that reaction was simply because you were in the ring with me. My career is undeniable. You and your career…pathetic. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. The next time there will be no Alexander Remington trying his hardest to play mind games. There will be no distractions, period. This next time it’ll be your fucking execution. That’s a fact. I’ve made a living out of coming back for VENGEANCE…thus the name. I didn’t choose the name it’s a fucking lifestyle and one that I don’t intend to deny.

Lick your wounds on your week off Gordo. Real competitors and real champions don’t take breaks. Real fighters get back out there night after night and bring the fucking house down. I compete no matter what. Do you think I was fit to compete after the match with Brandon Macdonald? Fuck no. I was banged up beyond belief and my body felt every bit as weak as my performance was. They made me sign a waiver before getting in the ring against you Gordo. I’m not professional wrestling’s Ironman for nothing.

Here’s what I want you to do Gordo. I want you to sit at home and watch me work. Watch what I do and pay close attention maybe one day you’ll be as great as I am. Take notes. But do me a favor take notes don’t infringe. Realizing the greatness before you that is Axle Vengeance doesn’t mean go out and act like a thieving cunt. You can go to a steakhouse like me, wear a v-neck like me with shameless promoting, talk like me it all doesn’t change the fact that you’ll never BE ME! Oh by the way Gordo did you really need to hold a microphone when you pathetically attempted to shoot at me? Oh that’s right, that’s right…my mistake. You see they wouldn’t give you a sound crew huh? You had to use a microphone instead of having a sound crew with microphone booms and the whole nine. I get it. Australians are naturally pretty poor and God knows the IWF wouldn’t provide you with a crew seeing as how you’re pathetic. Here again, Gordon Fury…his promos are a cheap b-movie version of an Axle Vengeance production. Some day you’ll learn.

But for now sit back relax enjoy the show. I’m sure I’ll display massive amounts of creativity and people will try their hardest to tear me down only to be just like me in the same breath. A history lesson was given last week but this week a lesson in respect shall be given. Gordon Fury you will not escape this fate. Fury is described as intense, disordered and often destructive rage. None of which describe Gordo. Let’s rename Gordon Fury to Gordon gets win via JURY. The jury might give votes but I’m the fucking executioner. I’m calling you out. Come next week let’s see if you’ve got the sack to come down to the ring and meet your maker. Come down to the ring and get executed by yours truly. It’s time you’ve paid for the crimes of theft. Steal my style and steal my victory…this doesn’t end well for you at all. The GIANT has awaken fee-fi-fo-fum Gordon I smell the blood…oh the blood, oh the blood, oh the massacre.

So I pose to you the very question I did in the beginning…ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

-Axle Vengeance



Flashback
Location: New York City, New York
“Love, Lust, Lies, and a Judas Kiss” Part I

She wanted it. I could see it in here eyes. She was batting her eyelashes and puckering her soft succulent lips. I could easily sense the desire. Just looking at her I knew there was a burning in her heart, between her thighs, running up and down her spine. My eyes locked onto her eyes only to drift off watching her weave and seductively sway her body towards me. Fighting the urge to grab her and rip her clothes right off of her body was proving to be difficult. It couldn’t happen, it just couldn’t. This was no ordinary female; she was my best friend’s sister. The man I considered a brother to me. The man who fought along side with me and helped me through ever situation I had ever gotten myself into. A betrayal of this magnitude would surely be unforgivable.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in my hotel room she ran her finger over my lips biting her bottom lip breathing softly as my heart began to skip a beat. Her mouth neared my ear as she whispered soft sensual words to me.

“Don’t you want me?”

Of course I wanted her, what type of stupid question was that. I had intense feelings for Elizabeth. We had been on the road together for sometime now and she was riding with HFF. She was just like me and I think that attracted me to her more than anything. Fuck all that opposites attract bullshit. I wanted someone that was just as fucked up as I was, someone I had more in common with than just the thought of giving it them deep…to the ribs deep. Elizabeth was just that person. Elizabeth Stetson also known as Krystal Meth in the ring and the sister of my best friend Ace Static also known as Sal Stetson had captured my eyes. Maybe it was all the time we had been spending together wrestling in UECW and now PWW especially with Ace locked up. Either way I could feel the passion between us…the heat. She glanced into my eyes the proceeded to softly run her tongue over my earlobe lightly biting it. My eyes closed wanting to embrace it.

“Of course I want you Elizabeth, I can’t do this to Ace. There’s no chance I can betray our friendship like this.”

With a smile she placed her hand on my chest pushing me back onto the bed firmly but not overly aggressive. As she climbed on top of me removing her shirt revealing her black colored bra and amazingly perky chest I didn’t fight it.

“Look Alex, Sal won’t mind one bit. You’re like a brother to him and I doubt he’d want anyone else to be with me. I really care about you and I know you care about me…let the guard down Alex it’s only me…”

Her words echoed through my mind and I gave into her. As she kissed my neck and ripped my shirt from my body her lips were softly being planted one by one down my chest. Unclasping my belt, unbuttoning my pants, clawing her nails down my chest passionately…everything was going as I had originally imagined it throughout the years. Trembling I had never felt this way before. I didn’t want her to stop at all.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

She continued working her magic on me and it felt like heaven. Her soft lips and perfect use of her tongue, it wasn’t just about raw passion this was much more than that. Enough games though I knew how she wanted it. Grabbing her and putting her on her back I reached for her throat softly squeezing it giving her a devilish smile. Things were about to get crazy.


We continued going about our business. It was the time of my life and an experience like no other female had ever been able to provide me with before. This was a new feeling to me and was something I had deeply yearned for. As sweat dripping from our bodies the windows in the hotel room were certainly completely fogged over. The load moaning and heavy breathing was a workout in it’s own. Ignited between the sheets we were joined as one. The passion continued on and on, we were like animals. As time passed we rolled off of each other our heads rested softly on the pillows. Catching our breaths we looked at each other and we both couldn’t hold back our smiles.

“That was incredible.”

“I’m crazy about you Elizabeth. I’ve been crazy about you for sometime now I’m just glad you feel the same.”

Hearing her giggle was uncommon. She couldn’t help it. Things were just too perfect. For two people that have had such rough lives like Elizabeth and myself this was something neither of us saw as possible. Having love for someone in this way seemed almost unachievable for me and she shared the same thoughts. Two misguided souls joining together in a beautiful scene of passion had come to love one another. We were like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde. Sharing one last kiss we closed our eyes falling asleep in each other’s arms.



Present Day
Location: Hollywood, California
“Speak Now or Forever Rest in Peace”

The sun was still up but barely peeking through the grey dark colored clouds that plagued the Hollywood Hills. It was uncharacteristic for California to have such dark and gloomy weather. While uncharacteristic it couldn’t be more apropos.

The video camera was set up perfectly in front of me as I sat on a steel-folding chair. My hands clasped over my lap as I hunched forward looking deeply into the lens. Clearing my throat preparing to speak two figures were creeping in the background of the dimly lit room. A single halogen light hung from the ceiling directly over me shining just enough light to catch glimpses of my face while it flickers struggling to maintain it’s life. A coy grin surfaced over my face as I spoke.

“You know Krystal Meth was probably the closest I had been to in love. Despite being with Ashley Valance the love there was severely forced. It wasn’t passionate in fact it was more hallow and empty than that of my now blackened heart. The reason we came together was for the sake of our unborn child. Her lies tore through me like a rusty pair of scissors. I’ve never been slighted by a woman in such a way that my mind twists and turns unsure of what to do. Where to go and how to handle the situation seemed like an impossible solution to equate. Regardless of what had happened between Ashley and I it doesn’t take away the fact that someone out there had played me for a fool. Soon enough that fool would emerge from the shadows and feel my wraith.”

One of the figures, the larger one placed has hand upon my shoulder. Leaning forward his face painted white with corpse paint and his eyes blacked all around…his grin painted sloppily like a horrifying clown of sorts…he smiled looking into the camera before speaking sternly to me.

“She said she doesn’t know anything. I gagged her again to shut her up so you could have a moment. I don’t know what’s going to work with her, we might need to up the ante a bit.”

Nodding my head I gave him the go ahead. I wasn’t about to let this woman leave here without giving me some sort of satisfaction. She would spill her guts to us literally. As the two figures disappeared to the back of the room escaping all light I turned my focus back to the small video camera set up on the tripod.

“You see people aren’t just allowed to play games with my emotions. Very few times have I been invested in something other than myself and every time that someone has fucked it up I’ve returned the favor. Ashley Valance took me to the cleaners taking my money and convincing me that I was actually the father of some bastard seed. I can’t let it slide. I just can’t possibly let it slide. I’m not physically or mentally capable of doing so. So I’ve asked me good friends here to go ahead and find answers. By any means everything will come to surface…EVERYTHING.”

As I started to chuckle a bit suddenly a loud scream came from the room deep behind my current location. A hellacious shriek of a tortured woman echoed, as it was obvious she was going to hell and back. Thriving in pain her agony made me smile. Sitting forward still looking into the camera lens I felt another hand placed upon my opposite shoulder. As the smaller of the two stood by my side he spoke to me.

”She still says she doesn’t know anything. We’ve been working her over for an hour now and she’s still not talking. Want us to increase the pain? Or maybe you wanna go talk to her yourself?”

The thought of going in there and getting my hands dirty was something I had highly considered in the first place. It wasn’t as though my men were incapable of achieving said result. Maybe this bitch needed to see my eyes and know the severity of the situation. Fuck it guess these hands needed more blood on them.

”Let’s take care of it. Follow my lead in there, this bitch will talk and if she doesn’t then she’ll never talk again.”

I tapped the light hanging above me causing it to shed light into random areas of the blackened warehouse room. An entrance about a hundred feet away led to a small separate room. We walked side by side slowly trudging towards our destination. Opening the door slowly I threw a burlap sack over my head with the eyes cutout and a smile painted on where the mouth should be.

”WE KNOW YOU KNOW! Spill it you stupid fucking TWAT!”

The giant mammoth of a man with his face painted like a twisted clown of sorts reach back with his gigantic hand striking the woman across her face with a vicious backhand. She wept more and more I looked through the eyeholes of the burlap sack scanning the area. The room had to have been a janitor’s closet or something. Old mops and an old mop bucket sat in the corner with a few rusty lockers that hadn’t been opened or used in years say in the other corner. Looking at woman centered in the room she was tied to a wooden chair her hands tightly bound by rope. Glancing her over I noticed blood dripping from her nose, her cheek swollen and purple, and her eyes we’re red from the vigorous crying. A small pool of blood had started to collect beneath her as blood ran down her hands and fingers where her fingernails once were. I crouched before her as the smaller man grabbed her hair yanking her head back forcing her to look me in the eyes.

I’m certain my friends here have told you what you’re doing here right? Now all this can be over with once you tell us what we want to know. Aren’t you tired of all the pain and suffering? And for what, just to cover up some stupid bitches mistake? Come on now Amber tell us what we want to know.”

I could see the pain in her eyes she was exhausted. Barely able to hold her own head up my comrade was sure to prevent her from dropping her focus. The woman began to mumble her voice obviously beat to shit from the screaming. Taking a deep breath she managed to murmur the words.

”I…I don’t know anything. She hasn’t talked to me in over a year. We aren’t that close anymore. When she got the job in the wrestling business we didn’t talk after that. Look I don’t know who you are or what you want from me but please believe me I know nothing.”

Studying her eyes I could tell she was telling us the truth. Had we gone too far this time? Was she a liability? Would we have to dispose of her? All the questions circled my mind as I calculated a solution to our problem. I needed to find out the truth and if she wasn’t capable of telling me anything I didn’t already know then she was completely and utterly useless to me and my cause.

”I believe you.”

”Thank you! Oh thank you!”

Crying while she spoke and thanked me I still wasn’t sure as to what to do with her. I snapped my fingers and the smaller man duct taped her mouth shut as the largest man quickly threw a pillowcase over her head. She screamed and tried struggling out of the chair but all her efforts were to no avail. The mammoth lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder as we crept from out of the warehouse. Walking over to the all black 1958 Cadillac Fleetwood I popped open the trunk and he threw the bitch inside. Slamming it shut all three of us piled into the car.


”What should we do now? Where do you wanna go next?”

”Well Ace…looks like we need to pay a visit to her baby brother.”

”Ax what about the cunt in the trunk?”

”HA! Funny stuff Dames…Cunt in the Trunk, I like that…sounds like doctor Suess shit. We should probably pull over off of Mulholland and dump her over there.”

”Just dump her?”

”She never saw our faces and has no idea what’s going on. Fuck it no need to make the situation dirtier than it needs to be.”

”It’s your call, does this place look good enough?”

Pulling over to the side of the road there were some large bushes and dirt paths that looked just as good as any place. Ace hit the lights in the Caddy off before we came to a halt. Damien hopped out of the ride from the backseat and proceeded to pop open the trunk pulling the almost lifeless woman from the car. Throwing her over his shoulder once more he dumped her in the bushes removing the pillowcase, duct tape, and hand restraints. I watched everything in the rearview mirror from the passenger’s seat as Damien emerged from the bushes climbing back into the vehicle.

”We’re all good?

”She’s still breathing if that’s what you mean…yeah we’re all good.”

”She won’t be for long if she doesn’t crawl her way out and get seen by someone.”

”Hey this kid lives in an apartment off of Fig right?”

”Yeah he’s off of Fig, as far as I know he lives alone and it’s a shit hole so it’ll be easy to get in. I’d recommend taking the paint off. Even though it’s a shit hole there’s people hanging out and around the outside of the apartment building. If we walk up normally it’ll be low key but the face paint is too fucking burnt.

”Dames pass me the bottle of water under my seat and the rag in the pocket behind Axle’s seat.”

”I got you, here you go bro…”

”Hold the wheel for a second yeah?”

Nodding I reached over and grabbed the wheel steering while Ace drove through the streets of downtown Los Angeles. Pouring the water on the rag Ace proceeded to wipe his face clean of the paint and makeup. After finishing he tossed the rag and bottle back to Damien who followed suit. Reaching back Ace placed his hands back on the wheel as I rolled down the window lighting up a cigarette.

”Rollin together again with you two fucks it feels like old times again.”

”I thought you died.”

”Yeah, yeah, yeah…eat a dick Dames. You know as well as I that I just needed to get away for a while. Stop busting my balls.”

”Sensitive are we? You know you could’ve told us about it Dennis the Menace. I mean fuck I’m over in Japan reading reports about Ace Static being dead only to see you here and now.”

”Listen just because your goatee is as long as Jack Savage’s dick doesn’t mean you can talk shit hahaha. Seriously though we hadn’t talked for over a year. So…EAT…A…DICK.”

”You know, if you really were to have died I would’ve snorted your ashes.”

All three of us started cracking up at the thought of pouring out ashy Ace and doing lines of his former self. Inhaling our brother…fuckin strange. Suddenly Ace made a sharp right and slowed down parking the car next to the curb.

”We’re here, it’s the apartment building over there to the left.”

”Here’s how we’re gonna play this. Ace, hop the fence and open the door so we don’t have to get buzzed in. Damien and I will walk in behind you. When we get to his apartment I’ll pick the lock we’ll rush in and Damien you know what to do from there.”

”We locate the little fuck and I’ll smack him in the back of the head with the club. Throw him down on the carpet, cut that shit around him, roll him up in the carpet, duct tape it and carry his ass out like nothing.”

”Perfect, let’s do this.”

Mobbing out of the whip Ace hit the alarm for the Caddy locking it. He watched closely as a group of young black kids walked by. As soon as they past by us Ace hopped over the gate and opened it for Damien and I. With the small billy club tucked away in his jacket Damien surveyed the area as we walked down the hall of apartments looking as inconspicuous as three white dudes in the hood could. Arriving at the foot of his door I quickly picked the lock and felt it pop slowly opening the door avoiding the creaking sound.

”Let’s make this shit quick.”

Storming into the place I flicked on the lights and we quickly noticed the kid lying down on the couch. Shocked he jumped up and tried to run for the window. Ace rushed with a quickness leaping over the coffee table grabbing the kid by the hood of his hoodie. Slamming him to the ground with force the kid had the wind knocked right out of him. Damien pulled out his billy club smacking the kid in the back of the neck putting him to sleep.

”You’ve got the blade right Ace?”

Ace nodded to me pulling out his switchblade as Damien dropped the kid in the middle of the carpeted living room. Just like the cartel Ace cut out a square around the kid and Damien rolled him up in it like a fucking burrito. I wrapped the carpet in duct tape as Damien threw the rolled up kid over his shoulder and we were off.



Present Day
Location: Los Angeles, California
“No One Will Help You…”

The water dripped from a leak in the ceiling and provided a quaint little soundtrack for our encounter. The young kid hung from the ceiling his arms tied up as his body sagged. Appearing to still be woozy slowly moving his head in circles focusing and trying to regain his consciousness. I chuckled pacing around him while Ace and Damien stood in the not too far distance arms folded in front of themselves.

“Are you awake now?”

He looked up at me his eyes slowly opening. This was starting to take way too long. Cocking back I backhanded him with ferocity. The instant my hand smashed his face he was alert once again.

“SPEAK!”

“Hey man, hey…hey! I didn’t do anything I swear!”

“Didn’t do anything, real fucking cute. Look guys little Jacob says he didn’t do anything.”

The fact that I knew his name was alarming for young Jacob. He opened his eyes wide looking into mine. I smiled back at him as the very instant he recognized me.

“Alex…”

“Yes it’s me Jacob. It’s me Alex.”

“What are you doing!?”

Ace yelled out to me as I let Jacob know exactly who had kidnapped him. It was no concern to me though. No masks were needed this time around. If the kid got any ideas I would surely lay waste to them with my next few comments.

“Now Jacob before you get any ideas…you obviously know me and recognize my face. However if you think of telling anyone about what’s about to happen here tonight then…”

“What do you mean!? What’s going to happen tonight? Oh please man just…just…don’t hurt me.”

Cutting me off before I could finish irritated me beyond belief. This fucking kid, he was unbelievable. Look at how pathetic he was begging for his life already.

“Hurt you? Maybe just a little…”

As the tears rolled down his cheek he whimpered and shook like a scared little dog, quite sad really if you ask me. Grabbing his face I squeezed his cheeks together gripping tightly as my knuckles turned to white.

“You see I’m hell bent on finding out what I need to know. Are we clear?”

He nodded his head while I held his face. Giving him a couple soft slaps on the face I grinned once again stepping back to have our little chat. Suddenly as I released my grasp he grew a pair of testicles.

“You know…you won’t get away with this right?”

“I WON’T will I? Look at the balls on you. Get away with it…HA! What are you going to go and tell on me after this is all over? You’ll have to write it if you do because after a threat like that I suddenly feel the urge to RIP your tongue directly out of that BIG fucking mouth of yours. UNDERSTAND ME! Understand me clearly Jacob. Your older sister Ashley stole from me both physically and emotionally. Do I look like the type of guy that just let’s bygones be bygones? FUCK NO. Besides who would believe a fucking slum living junkie as opposed to successful professionals like the three of us that have been clean for over a year? Didn’t think of that one did you?”

“I’m not a junkie! I’m not a junkie anymore!”

“The needle that was shoved in your arm about an hour ago says otherwise Jacob.”

“Mother fuck…”

“SILENCE! That’s enough out of your mouth. You see all the angles have been covered. Alibis secured, sobriety on point, drugs planted in your system and so on and so forth. You see we could waste you right here and now. No one would be none the wiser either. Most people would just assume it was a drug dealer coming to get his money only to take your life instead. It’s the nature of the beast Jacob. You’ve fallen into a situation that proves que sera sera.”

Placing my hands in a praying position over my mouth I paused for a moment slightly raising an eyebrow before gesturing with my hands as I continued to speak. I had his undivided attention now and he would not argue let alone speak to me unless spoken to again.

“So Jacob if you don’t know already…Ashley and I supposedly had a child which I had come to find out was NOT my child after all. She took my money and pissed on the little bit of kindness I had left in my heart. How many men has she conned before? Was I one of many? But most importantly…who is Aiden’s father?”

Jacob’s head was starting to drop obviously still feeling the effects of being doped up. As he stared down at the ground a few drops of blood dripped from his lip that I had busted from my backhanded smash.

“Look man I hardly even talk to Ashley anymore. She called me a few weeks ago looking to score some blow but other than that we don’t talk.”

“LIAR!”

Cocking my fist back and tweaking my body I lunged unleashing a viciously placed right hook to his ribs. The impact of my fist caused his skin to ripple and his body to jolt like a heavy bag being punished by a heavyweight. He groaned loudly spitting on impact. Without hesitation I delivered another viciously placed blow to the left side hearing a crack as my fist sunk in further than the first shot. Coughing and struggling to breathe Jacob was in an excruciating amount of pain after I had cracked his rib.

“I suggest you start talking and not hold anything back this time kid.”

“Ok, ok just…just…*deep breathing* just please stop.”

“Start talking…”

“Ashley was over here doing a couple of lines after I scored for her and…”

“You said you were clean, oh what a tangled web of lies we weave, when we first choose to deceive.”

“Look man I’m being straight up with you. She was doing some lines trying the stuff out with me and she was going on about our pops. Telling me that he wanted her to stop seeing you and how it was stressing her out because she had been with someone else. She didn’t give me a name or anything. All I know is that our pops had set her up with the guy.”

“The guy? As in Aiden’s real birth father?”

“Yeah and that’s all I know, I swear. If anyone knows the truth it’s my pops…”

“Selling out your own father, you truly are pathetic Jacob.”

“Fuck him he disowned me so I owe him ZERO loyalty. I do remember a name…the name Sam or Sammy or Samuel I’m not sure it’s all kind of foggy we were getting fucked up man.”

As much as it pained me he was telling the truth. He was completely honest with me. I’d have to fly out to New York City and have a visit with Mr. Valence. Surely this corporate giant would be able to tell me EVERYTHING I needed to know. There was no more use for Jacob. He had told me what he knew and I didn’t have time to waste. Swiftly I nudged my head indicating to Ace and Damien that I was finished. They unhooked Jacob’s hands and took him away from my sight.

“Get him out of here, we’re finished.”

“Thank you Alex, thank you…”

Like a whimpering child he thanked me repeatedly for showing mercy. Fuck this kid he’d probably end up dead in the gutter in a few weeks anyways. I never understood the appeal of heroin. Being incognizant of your surroundings and putting needles in your arm…disgusting if you ask me. It’s a drug for trashy fucks. In the back of my mind the name Sam was furiously running through my memory banks. I had known a few Samuels in my lifetime but none of which were relevant to my current situation. Clasping my hands together I watched and waited as Ace and Damien appeared.

“We headed to New York?”

“In due time. If I can find things out on my own it would be much more beneficial. The last thing I’d really want to do is get a corporate big wig involved…you know money, power etcetera. For now we’ve got other things we need to discuss…”

Damien and Ace understood exactly where I was coming from. As three men that have been through hell and back together we were consistently on the same page. Connected like brother’s through our thoughts and actions. IWF would take precedence over a red eye flight to New York acting on a whim. We were cold yet calculated not your average monsters that go bump in the night. Our process would serve to be meticulous not brash. As we left the abandoned warehouse the objective had not been fully complete but at least there was a path and an outline to follow.




Present Day
Location: Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
“Shoot to KILL”

The dust had settled after I was robbed of a win against Gordon Fury. Surely I was bitter about the loss deep down but the loss would only further my disdain for Alexander Remington. The games had begun and he was the first man to strike. I was almost certain that Remington was chuckling on the inside from getting one over on me but it made no difference to me. I knew what was blatantly obvious; Remington was beginning to fear me. The showdown would take place at Rising Monarchy and as time drew closer to the moment where I would be able to lay my hands on him the fear grew vastly within his heart. He knew the clock was ticking on his title reign that would prove to be short much like many of these so-called former IWF Champions.

As I sat pondering the inevitable I puffed away on my cigarette ashing it out as the paper burned down covering the cherry. Plenty of things were weighing on my mind. However the time to address certain concerns was now.

“They call me The Butcher because just like a butcher I cut through people with precision never missing my mark and always getting blood on my hands. I cut my opponents up verbally and cut them down physically in the ring. No one could stop me then and no one can stop me now. Gordon Fury a name that will prove to be irrelevant given a week or two after everyone dies down murmuring about my little slip up. Seems as though Alexander Remington has taken further steps to run away from the inevitable. Really though Remington, having them hit your music to distract me…BRAVO! Well done. I find it funny that you’d have a hand in my defeat in more ways than one. I consider your acts to be cowardly and that of a frightened boy. Honestly though what else can I do but laugh about it. This FLUKE has no impact on my current frame of mind or status. When you want to boast to everyone about your triumph over me it only sheds light on my superiority. How so you ask? Well it’s easy really. I’ve preached it time and time again. Without Axle Vengeance then Alexander Remington would still be NOTHING. You can deny it all you want but the fact remains that the moment you retired me it defined who you are and what you’ve become. I see you around back with your head held high, the title on your shoulder feeding everyone loads of SHIT about how you consider yourself to be the best in IWF. Well Remington would the best vie for recognition or would they just go out there and TAKE it? I don’t beg for anything you on the other hand can pan handle with the best of them…I give you that. Make no mistake though as much as you’d like to talk shit I’m the only man in this company capable of putting you down. Sure you could hold that belt for over a year however there’s one wrench in your perfect little plan…I’m that very wrench. I’m the man that plans on sending your 2013 plummeting down to the abyss. I will be the one to knock you down and it’s just a matter of time. Time is on my side, yes it is. You see sooner or later you’ll have to stop running, sooner or later you’ll have to stop working the corners and running the angles to sway things in your favor. When the time comes…your time will be up. Act as though you want to befriend me only to lash out with backhanded comments it makes no difference to me. Once I’ve lured you in there’s no turning back.”

I had grown tired of Remington constantly going on and on about me. His obsession with me was almost to the point of surpassing my obsession with seeking VENGEANCE against him. The match was set and soon enough we’d meet. Unlike him I preferred waiting for that moment to lash out but after last week I just couldn’t resist the urge anymore.

“For someone that talks as much as Remington has been talking I don’t see the hype. I don’t see what everyone has been jawing on and on about. Remington is supposed to be this imposing character yet he faces off against the unworthy and worthless Eric Steel…this week he takes on Jack Savage? Wow Remington you’re developing quite the resume here…impressive indeed.”

Laughing to myself as smoke spilled from my nostrils it was pathetic to see him accepting opponents far inferior to himself. Then again Remington has always had a way of using his mouth to get what he wants…in more ways than one. Alexander was becoming a pathetic excuse for a champion week by week. The creativity wheel must’ve had a cog missing.[/]

“I’m not impressed by an stretch of the imagination Remington and you shouldn’t be either. You should be ashamed of yourself truth be told. Ashamed that you once gloated about being this fighting champion…this champion amongst champions. All your claims little by little are proving to be FALSE. Slither your way to the top and pander to the crowd on your way. We all know at the end of the day once The Empire has proven its stranglehold on IWF that Alexander Remington will be chomping at the bits to get back into Corey Casey’s good graces. Crawl back like the beaten DOG you are. You pathetic excuse for a human being.”

[i]A man that I once considered a worthy opponent looked like a shell of his former self. He wanted to call me out stating that very accusation however truth be told Remington was the one that was losing a step. I could see it in my eyes. Taking the easy road to the top. Oh well, so much for someone wanting to take my title as the Mother Fucking Greatest. Fuck Alexander Remington and the coward he had become.

“This week isn’t about Remington and I however…no that will have to wait. This week is a redemption week. Redemption for the bullshit I suffered through last week. People are human and people make MISTAKES. Was it a mistake losing to Gordon Fury…YES…abso-fucking-lutely. Would I beat Gordon Fury again and again and again if given said opportunity? You better bet the house cause I most certainly would. This week my redemption culminates with the disposal of Ryan Apollos. What does Ryan Apollos have on a MONSTER like me? NOTHING. He couldn’t hold a candle to the talent I possess even if you measure the talent I possess in my fucking PINKY NAIL!”

Holding my pinky nail up to the camera I grinned trying to conjure up the best way to describe how I looked at Ryan Apollos…how I truly saw him. It didn’t take long for me ash out my cigarette and run my hands through my hair coming up with the thoughts.

“Ryan Apollos when I look at you this is what I see…I see an Ernie look alike unibrow and all, that simply BORES people to DEATH. I mean Jesus Christ if we’re talking snoozefest you’ll always be the number one subject matter. Watching you is like a mixture of a cheap Lifetime movie with a dash of a 1980’s wrestling promo. SNORE. Either learn to evolve or continue to be irrelevant and wither away. Who knows maybe you’ll magically rise to occasion and give me the fight that I oh so yearn for. I doubt it though. Surely you’d probably see my comments about you and throw a bitch fit. Maybe you’d even have words for me that would sting a little. Honestly if I’m to tell the truth…I think you’ll just run your mouth a little boasting some sort of false bravado right before I smack the SHIT out of you bringing you back down to the harsh realities that you just can’t compete with someone of my stature.”

It was the truth, nothing that was shocking. Ryan Apollos didn’t stand a chance against me. With the news playing the background a distinct story unfolded.

“The son of business mogul and self-made millionaire Theodore Valence was found dead today in his apartment. The early indication is that Jacob Valence had overdosed as the police found him dead with paraphernalia next to his body. We await the toxicology reports for further confirmation. Jacob Valence had a history of drug abuse and his father would not give comment on the situation. Some are saying this will hurt the chances of Theodore Valence’s running for senate. We’ll have more on this story as things unfold.”

Shrugging my shoulders it seemed as though young Jacob had suffered an all too imminent fate. I knew it would only be a matter of time until he gave in and sent himself over the edge. As a former addict I could see the signs of his demise. Oh well no one would bat an eye over the loss of this dreg of society. Not even his own father.

“Happy endings for the Valence family it appears…”

Laughing to myself I knew the dark truth of the story behind Jacob’s death but that would be kept locked with me. Turning towards the television I turned it off avoiding any further distractions.

“You know there’s a few things I’ve learned here in my short time with IWF. One thing being that Corey Casey will never steer you wrong. Despite Remington trying to chastise me for siding with the mastermind of The Empire I think it’s simply out of jealousy. He had an opportunity to run with The Empire and let Corey Casey take the point. Not being able to see the BIG picture, which is typical of Remington, he left. Now seeing what I’ve been able to accomplish with Corey Casey and The Empire I’m sure the jealousy is just seeping through his veins and when I see him speak it’s clearly plastered on his face. You had your chance Remington and I took it. While you were just a role player in The Empire I’ve taken this organization put it on my fuckin back and took the lead. With my name attached to this Empire it’s truly given it a purpose…a reason for existing and a certain relevance that could only be provided by my legendary status and Corey Casey’s brilliance. Fall before The Empire. A word to the wise for everyone out there…if you can’t BEAT us…JOIN US!”

A cynical laugh escaped my mouth as I stood up with pride. I was proud of the steps The Empire were making and while the little sparks were beginning to flame in terms of a revolt against us there was no need to worry. The spark had certainly caught and turned to flame a flame that we were more than prepared to handle.

“Did the members of the revolt garner a certain sense of existence last week? Having fun at the expense of my misfortunate miscue? The thing is if not for Remington the injustice would’ve never occurred. This pathetic revolt’s moment in the sun was created by a man that will have nothing to do with them. Do they actually believe that Remington would aid them in their dismantling of The Empire? No not now, not ever. He’s far too egotistical and cowardly to side with a group of insignificant guppies in a sea of sharks. The same can be said for Stygian another name that I don’t doubt this little revolt would be looking to add to their stable of lame horses. Stygian would fit in nicely though I do admit. He knows what it’s like to be in my shadow. Much like when I ruled the roost in UECW and he struggled to find his place. Many of these IWF apologists suckle at the teat of Stygian proclaiming him as some sort of wrestling Jesus. Let us not forget that before Stygian, before Chuck Matthews, before Brandon Macdonald, before Alexander Remington and even before Corey Casey there was Axle Vengeance. I’ve been doing this shit for a LONG time and my ferocity hasn’t slowed with age. This is just the beginning of my rebirth.”

Right about now Ryan Apollos was probably literally shitting himself somewhere with his head buried beneath a blanket tucked away hoping the big bad Vengeance wouldn’t completely BREAK him. Unfortunately for him this Axle Vengeance just came off a loss and this Axle Vengeance was severely pissed off. Some one had to pay, that someone just happened to be Ryan Apollos this week.

“Tough break Ryan, you’ve been given the daunting task of taking on Axle Vengeance. While I don’t sympathize with your situation I’m just going to offer you some more food for thought. Take this into consideration. Just don’t show up. Don’t even come to the ring and bother trying to slay this BEAST. No one will look at you any different. It’s not like you’re held in high regard around here anyways. So save a few years on your career length and don’t show your face at Battlegrounds.”

At least I was playing nice and giving Ryan an out. Now he could stay home and not even worry about having to face me…damn I’m such a nice guy sometimes I even surprise myself. He’d probably ignore my suggestion and puff his chest thinking he had something to prove now. Needless to say that’s what I wanted. The idea of a pissed off kid coming into my playground swinging his fists wildly with no rhyme nor reason just making it Haymaker City. An overly emotional mindless child vying for a purpose…his destruction would be half self-inflicted.

“This giant will not be conquered. I’m a BEAST and I gotta eat. Ryan Apollos is nothing but a starter salad, next week is the appetizer, the main course is Alexander Remington and Parker Wayde at Rising Monarchy. I’m hungry. The fire in my eyes hasn’t burned so bright in a long time. From defeat we learn who we truly are. For me, I am Axle Vengeance, the Mother Fucking Greatest…make no mistake about it. At Battlegrounds, at Rising Monarchy there will be blood…oh the blood, oh the blood, oh the Massacre. You can’t stop it, no one can.”

My eyes meant business and my blood ran cold. Fuck what everyone had thought of me or said about me last week. With a new week came a new me. If anyone wanted to question my dedication and focus this week they’d see the HAMMER being dropped. They’d all better be prepared because it would remain this way every…single…week…from here on out. Step up against me or just add the loss to your record. This would be the moment everyone remembered. The moment Axle Vengeance said he wouldn’t lose again, not now not…ever. Just like Tebow’s promise I had made mine, minus the Jesus praising and overall nice guy bullshit. IWF had been put on notice. Especially Ryan Apollos, game, set and match Ryan. I walked away from the camera it was time I met with Ace Static and Damien Drake. A meeting of the minds was necessary after what I had heard on the news. Besides we had to make arrangements for Battlegrounds.