[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]Welp, here it is. My rp for the week. As always, putting the uncoded text below, but the official version is the linked pretty coded version
Same words tho.
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Prologue
Inside The Mind
Off Camera Character Narration
With every passing week, the tension between the Empire and I grew to an all time high. With every passing moment, I continued to prove my decision to depart from their ranks a wise one indeed. Sure, under the wing of Corey Casey, I would have the backing of one of the more powerful men in our sport, but now the game was appearing to change. Corey Casey would send his dogs after me each and every week, and each and every time, I would prove it to be a lost cause for the powerful hand of the Empire.
Parker Wayde, however, seemed to place a wedge between myself and the Empire for the moment. By my own admission, I never expected him to make his return last week on BattleGrounds, and when he fought off the scum of the Empire, I furthermore didn't expect to taste steel between my teeth.
But is Parker Wayde really a threat?
At New Year's Evil, I destroyed Parker Wayde. I annihilated him. I made him appear as though he didn't belong in the same ring with me. And in one month, those facts would not change. Parker Wayde is good at getting in a few cheap shots when I am unaware, but what kind of a man is he when he is made to fight me face to face? Well, I proved that in December, and I'll do it again at the end of this month. And after I ruin his dream at a second IWF World Championship reign, perhaps he'll go back to carrying someone's bags again - something, I admit, he was excellent at.
Two weeks, however, and I would face my biggest challenge of this young year. Whether or not I liked the man was contrary to the point - Axle Vengeance would be my most difficult test in my young IWF career. I respected the talent of Axle Vengeance; the man, however, much differently. Axle Vengeance was a man that I'd rather pity than revere; shame than acknowledge. He was a man that had the world at the edge of his fingertips, and time and time again, he would allow it to slip away.
So what would make me think that this time was any different?
He'd bring in his clique and he'd promise the world that this reincarnation was different. He'd swear to the masses that Axle Vengeance was back to secure his legacy as the 'motherfucking greatest' and he'd plot his - well, no pun intended - vengeance on me for forcing him into retirement and ultimately his millionth stint at corporate-sponsored rehab, as though I should be at fault for simply beating him in a match several years ago. No Axle, it isn't my fault that your career went spiralling out of control. No Axle, it isn't me that is to blame for you losing all that you once held dear to you. No Axle, it isn't even my fault that when your wife looked at you before bed, she fantasised about fucking other men.
You did this to yourself and you only have you to blame. I'm simply the bearer of the final nail in your coffin.
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January 17, 2013
New York City, New York
On-Camera
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - the locale where the odds were stacked against me. I expected difficult circumstances despite my opponent for the evening. It wasn't Jack Savage - Jack Savage was a fucking pawn that had his head so far up Corey Casey's ass that he couldn't see or think clearly enough to understand that he wasn't even remotely in my league. I had to watch and to listen as he would go on and on and on again about how he wanted to prove he was better than me, and even so far away from their voices, I could even hear the snickering coming from the Empire locker room.
Nobody took this clown seriously, and nor would I. He wanted so desperately to be relevant, clinging to World Championships from companies that nobody of repute had ever even heard of, but he would hold those old relics high in the air and he would act as though they made him great, but he might as well have held up a chocolate filled gold medal from the Special Olympics and claimed himself to be the best of the retards. Jack Savage was and is a joke. Jack Savage is a piece of shit that has no clue what he's doing in the ring, and his hired help? Howard Harvard? For a man that claims himself to be an astute lawyer, he certainly sounded as though he were kicked in the head so many times as a young child that any sense of the English language was foreign to him.
Seriously?
But it wasn't just about Jack Savage. I had to watch as the rest of the Empire surrounded the ring, giving a reprieve to everyone else employed by IWF for the duration of the match. Blyss as ring announcer; Axle as enforcer. Corey Casey as the smug piece of shit in a cheap suit who thought that he was the master orchestrator of a grand scheme. But he forgot who he was dealing with. He forgot that I was and continue to be the Master Manipulator.
But we were all fooled that night as Parker Wayde would make his glorious return. I say glorious only because I'm supposed to sell tickets to Rising Monarchy, but seriously, does anyone really give two shits about Parker Wayde? Did anybody watch the match we had at New Year's Evil where he wasn't even a factor; where I played with him like scraps of meat thrown into the lion's den? Good fucking job Parker Wayde, you were able to get one over on me and attack me from behind. Seems to be the way you operate, pussy. At least you found the balls that had sunk into your mangina long enough to take out the Empire while you were at it, but I don't consider it a noble cause. Nor do I forget about your actions against me while under direction of Corey Casey as you took that Catonine and beat my back to a pulp. And I won't forget last week. And just like I beat the living hell out of you at New Year's Eve, I assure you, your fate will be the same.
D.O.A.
But now the destination would change and so, I believed, would prove to be the destiny of one, Jack Savage. Because now, he wouldn't have the Empire surrounding the ring. He wouldn't have Parker Wayde to stop the match from even happening. What he would have is two solid steel cages locking us in like dogs, and he'd have the most vicious destructive sonofabitch on the roster to deal with. The question wasn't if Jack Savage could defeat me inside the Double Cage Horror; the miracle would be if he could walk out of it with his career intact. Because I was going to change Jack Savage forever. I was going to take this dream he had of ever being considered in my league, and like everyone else before him, I would shatter it. I would break him. I would make him fucking get on his hands and knees and beg for my mercy.
Madison Square Garden, my home away from home. The place where legends became immortal. And for me, my Mount Olympus.
I was staying in a loft far above the busy streets of New York, standing in front of a long panel of windows which overlooked them as I stared below, watching as life took place on this great canvas. But my mind was elsewhere. I wasn't thinking about the city life or what I wanted to do on the evening. My thoughts were purely on everything that was transpiring within the Insurgency.
"Your dinner sir," a voice spoke from behind me, but I dismissed it as folly, never giving it the time of day. I heard the footsteps approaching me, and the voice appeared even closer. "Mr. Remington, your dinner."
"Oh right," I said softly as I snapped out of my thoughts, slowly turning my body toward the desk upon which he had placed my food. "Thank you Geoffrey."
I removed my coat, setting it on the back of the chair as I had my seat, removing the lid from the dish I would be eating upon; a nice juicy steak as requested. But I stared into the distance while taking in the wonderful aroma of the meat, my mind once again escaping to another place.
"If I may ask, is something troubling you sir? New York City of all places and you're stuck in this place like you're in hibernation. I've never seen you like this before."
I shook my head.
"You've followed me through the years, off and on. You know that I've been through many battles which have worn me thin. Why is this fight getting to me so?"
"Perhaps because you understand this to be your final journey. I know you've refused to accept this for some time, but you've been doing this for a very long time. And now you see someone who legitimately holds the power to remove you from the career you've loved most."
"Perhaps, but I wouldn't continue in this line of work if I didn't feel I still was the best. Hell Geoffrey, I'm not fading into the darkness so fast," I laughed, shaking my head as I took my first bite of steak. Delicious. "It's not a false sense of bravado that causes me to lay challenge to the best this company and this industry has to offer. I didn't join the Insurgency simply to fight Stygian - I joined because I knew I could and would defeat him. I didn't challenge Chuck Matthews because of his silly claim that he is the smartest man in professional wrestling. We both know that I am the man who pulls all the strings in this industry. But this time, it appears as though I am facing a foe that is every bit on par with myself."
"Jack Savage?"
I laughed.
"Don't be ridiculous Geoffrey. Jack Savage couldn't wrestle himself out of a paper bag. I'm talking about Corey Casey. Sure, he can't and won't fight me in the ring, but he is cunning and resilient and he'll always see to it that his plans are executed to perfection, or he will die trying. He is a man who in reality has everything to lose, but what makes him dangerous is that he doesn't realize it. I've fought and battled against many company's owners in the past, but this circumstance seems more dire than ever before."
I sighed, having another bite before pushing the tray away.
"I can't stomach another bite; please take this away and leave me to my thoughts."
Geoffrey nodded, taking the platter and carrying it out of the room, glancing over at his shoulder with concern at me one last time before walking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I held my head within my hands, breathing a deep sigh as perhaps the stress of the situation was finally getting to me. But glancing my eyes upward, I saw my championship sitting at the corner of the desk, cracking my first smile of the evening.
"This isn't the end of my run in this profession; no, it's only the beginning," I began, letting my fingers run over my championship as I turned on the camcorder in front of me to record my thoughts. "This championship, it doesn't define who I am as a wrestler, but it certainly validates everything I've claimed from the very beginning. I walked into this company the day that UECW closed its doors, and I from day one told you all that I would be the Insurgency's champion, and that the culture of championship reigns would forever be changed by my hand."
I smiled, pushing my office chair back a bit from the desk, leaning back in my chair as I stared forward at the camera with all manner of confidence that I could possibly afford.
"Three times is the most this championship has ever been defended, and as most of you are aware, it was accomplished by none other than Brandon McDonald. I'm going to change that. This title is known for being passed around by more men than Angelica Layne at the local bowling alley's singles night, and that is soon going to change. Mediocrity has stained this championship for too long. When I left the Empire, I told everyone that I would do things on my own and that I would elevate myself to new heights, and guess what," I said, grasping the championship in my hands and hoisting it over my shoulder, "I did just that."
"Do you think I fear the fact that I'm facing Axle Vengeance and Parker Wayde in a couple of weeks for this title?" I shook my head to the contrary. "No, I embrace it. If I were any less of a champion, perhaps I would run away from the challenge, but I don't fear anybody in this company or outside of it. I don't care if you are a legend like Brandon McDonald, a hasbeen like Chuck Matthews, or a big-mouthed never-was like James Shark, I will put this championship on the line against anybody and everybody and each and every time, I will walk out of that match as champion. Wherever he is, if Stygian himself wants to make his return to this company, I'm not hard to find. I'll stand in the middle of the ring and I'll get on my fucking hands and knees and beg "Superman," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "to descend from Blackrock Spire and have our war that we have talked about for over a year and a half. Or hell, if Corey Casey wants to stop hiding behind his desk and stop using his bum back as an excuse, perhaps he'd like to step into the ring with a god like me. Understand, I don't fear anybody. I don't worry about anyone. I am so confident that I am the best champion the Insurgency has ever had to offer that I would even be willing, Corey, to place this championship on the line against you in your favorite match; in a match you claim you never lost in - the Double Cage Horror match."
Who was I kidding? Corey had lost his touch. Corey could only send others to fight his battles. He no longer was a great warrior; he was merely a mortal who lived vicariously through others. Shame too, because each and every time he put someone in my way, I've not only beaten them; I've embarrassed and humiliated them.
"The flavor of the week, of course, is Jack Savage. You've chosen to feed him to the wolves and place him in the middle of your patented match, and it's time you be honest with the world about your intentions. There's not a single fragment of you that actually believes that Jack Savage will walk out of that match in one piece. Oh sure, perhaps you hope that he gets a few shots in on me and weaken me the week before I defend this championship against your golden boy, but the truth of the matter is, you and I both know that Jack Savage has more of a chance of not sounding like a high-school dropout as he does of ever beating me. And so I wonder why. Why would you send your weakest link to fight me in such a hellacious structure? And then it donned on me..."
"Even you are sick and tired of Jack Savage waving the Empire's banner. Even you are sick and tired of Jack Savage sticking his head so far up your ass. Even you are sick and tired of hearing Jack Savage get on his hands and his knees and sucking off Axle Vengeance week in and week out. Jack, you pretend that you are friends with Axle Vengeance and the rest of Hollywood's Fucking Famous. You pretend as though they give two shits about you, but unfortunately, that just isn't the case. Jack, you are like that little brother that followed his big brother everywhere he went, hoping that one day, he could be considered just as cool as his elder sibling, but you always will be that thumb-sucking dumbass bitch that carries his blankie in his right hand and his teddy bear in his left, telling his imaginary friends while sitting around his fucking play tea-set that one day, big brother Axle Vengeance will look on him with favorable eyes and let him join the big boys as they look for girls on the strip."
I rolled my eyes, disgusted by this display.
"You're pathetic Savage; you're a fucking loser. You wave your past championships from insignificant companies in the air as though they are something special. All your career you've looked for acceptance, and you wonder why you aren't getting any. I'll give you a newsflash. You suck. You're terrible. You are the worst excuse of a professional wrestler that I've ever seen. Howard Harvard, he's a fucking loser too. Axle and Ace, they aren't your friends. They nod their heads and pretend to agree with everything you say, and maybe even when you say a pathetic joke, they'll chuckle a few times to make you feel good. After all, nobody wants to make the mentally challenged feel bad. But when you walk out of the room, they all look at themselves with a collective 'What in the fuck was that' look, and laugh their asses off about how stupid you are. Seriously Jack, haven't you figured out by now that you are the Empire's weak link. You ALWAYS name yourself in the company of legends like myself, and yet your greatest accomplishments thus far in this company is that you beat John fucking Tolly a couple of times. Good job Jack, you beat the only man in the world that you might actually beat on an IQ test. You are a fucking waste of space, and the fact that you've figured out how to keep your job this long is a fucking miracle that is best left for Unsolved Mysteries at night."
"You want to bitch and moan about how I keep getting opportunities handed to me on a silver platter? Really Jack? Let me count on one hand the number of world title shots I've received in my last few promotions. AWE - 0. eWo - 0. UECW - 1. IWF - 1. My record in these matches. Two wins, no losses. The point? I don't lose when it matters. You, you've made a career of losing. If they were to make a documentary of your career, it would look just as bad as the most recent Johnny Cage feature film. I haven't been handed a damn thing. If anything, I've been kept down for years, and it wasn't until I left the Empire that I made this opportunity for myself. Because let me ask you Jack, who exactly handed me the chance to fight for this championship? Corey Casey? If you believe that, you're about as mentally fucked up as you look in that cheap suit of yours - don't worry, the dry cleaners will get that slobber stain right out. Axle's cumstains from your incessant dickriding? Eh, not so much. Then who? Nobody, that's who. I beat the living fuck out of Parker Wayde on my own, and what you and the rest of the Empire can't stand is that I proved to everyone in the locker room that we don't need the Empire to have success in this company. We don't need Corey Casey's blessing to be successful. What drives the Empire fucking nuts is that you can't even claim one single championship to your name, and so you all have been proven to be a bunch of microphones without an ounce of talent to back your words up."
I stood to my feet, setting the camcorder on a tripod as I walked around my desk, standing in the middle of the large room as I continued to address Jack Savage, and through him, the rest of the Empire.
"I'm not pretending to be a leader in this war of the Empire against everyone else. In fact, I choose not to. The truth is, as much as Gordon Fury and company would love for me to take control of the reigns and lead them into battle, I refuse because at the end of the day, I still don't give two shits about them or anyone else. I fight for those people who have stood in my corner through thick and thin. I fight for those people that are tired of seeing complete anarchy in the Insurgency and wish for something resembling order and structure. I fight for myself, but my cause is far greater than I. Gordon Fury? He can go fuck himself; he and his crew will never defeat the powers of the Empire, but I will. I will make you all bow the knee to me, and when the dust clears, I will still remain upon my proverbial throne."
But would this match ultimately serve Corey Casey's purpose? Weaken me before Rising Monarchy so that Axle Vengeance could pick me clean and claim rights to the championship I fought so hard to obtain?
"Double Cage Horror, a match made famous by your fearless leader, Corey Casey. A match he pretends to be undefeated in, even if only by a technicality. And a match that will define the end of Jack Savage's meaningless career. I'm not stupid though. Just like last week, Corey Casey has made this match in hopes of softening me up for Axle Vengeance, because he knows that man to man, Axle Vengeance would only lose to me yet again. He has to cripple me; he has to weaken me, because like the god that I am, unless I am fallen to the earth and my powers taken away, Axle Vengeance even does not belong in the same ring as Alexander Remington. But all he's doing is awakening the monster within me. All he's doing is making me hate everything the Empire stands for more. All he's doing is giving me the opportunity to take one of its members and crucify him in the middle of the fucking ring!"
"I don't give a fuck if your name is Jack Savage, Eric Steel, Axle Vengeance, or Corey Casey himself, I'm out for blood when you raise the Empire banner high above your head. For weeks now, Jack, you've bombarded social media saying that you want to prove to me once and for all that you're in my league. To you, this is your Super Bowl. A Super Bowl, by the way, that your Packers will be watching from home, but nevertheless, you look at this as your championship match. Fuck everything that's happened before; you look at me as your mountain that you must climb in order to be relevant. And maybe by beating me, Axle Vengeance will even look your way with that nod of appreciation. Maybe Ace Static will finally let you do a line with him in the back. Maybe you won't look so fucking ridiculous sucking their dicks and acting like you're their friend all along. But Jack, inside the DCH, I'm going to take you to a place that you've never been before. I'm going to make you wish that you never bowed the knee to the whim of Corey Casey. I'm going to make you bleed. I'm going to make you suffer. I'm going to make you want to quit."
"On BattleGrounds, I'm going to leave my mark on this war between myself and the Empire and fire yet another crippling shot in their direction. Corey, you can add all the numbers you want but," I cracked a smile, holding the Insurgency championship high above my head, "he who holds the championship truly holds all the power."
"Come and get it."
I cracked a smile as I reached before me, turning off the camcorder, watching as the red light faded to nothingness. I set my championship back upon the desktop, glancing at it for a moment before walking back to the window, staring at a city which now was darkened by the setting of the sun. And in my heart of hearts, though I knew that I had won many battles against the Empire, the war had truly just begun.
End.
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