Post by Hazard on Aug 17, 2019 20:22:23 GMT -6
Once upon a time, there was an infant that was found by a pack of Wolves. Sounds pretty cut and dry, doesn't it? A tasty morsel, easy pickings. But surprisingly, they didn't kill the child. Instead, they took it in as one of their own. Protected him, fed him, sheltered him, taught him everything they knew in terms of being a Wolf. But with each year that had passed, it became more apparent. No matter what you instill in the boy, no matter how hard you might try to alter the facts... he would never truly be a Wolf. Maybe he could howl at the moon. Maybe he could show his fangs when in danger, or on the hunt. But at the end of the day...
He's still human. Nothing more. Nothing less.
That's you, Roger. A man who is convinced he is predator and not prey. All because of what I've done, yet... you insist that this was how you predicted it would happen. That you knew all along I'd be paying you a visit. No, you were counting on it. So you're a mastermind, hmm? All of a sudden, you go from broken down to ahead of the curve. From one extreme to the next? I gave you that anger in hopes that you'd learn how to harness it. You know, make this whole thing more entertaining for me. Swatting down insects is no fun. You were supposed to transcend that. Sadly..
Your emotion has morphed into delusion.
I gave you more of a chance than anyone that predates you. This was meant to be an epic clash of two conflicting energies. Black Sheep versus Golden Boy. To settle the debate once and for all. Maybe all that radiation from Chernobyl has gone to your brain? That, or you've stumbled through a wormhole and ended up in an alternate reality? One where I'm no match for you, physically, mentally, psychologically. It's the Roger Wright show, ladies and gentleman. The man has no equal. He exists in a league of his own, where all challengers meet the same fate. They get psyched out, then swerved, then belittled, then beaten!
I like your confidence, even if it's foundation is questionable.
Many, many years back... I believe I described it best. Unless you're truly prepared for the consequences, unless you are absolutely SURE you're "Squash Proof". Do not, and I can't stress this enough, do NOT wake a sleeping Giant. Well, that's what you've done. By your own account, it's what you wanted. Now you have it, Roger. And soon, boy... you'll see why it was the biggest mistake of your life.
The charade's over... and maybe you're blinded by confidence that looks more like arrogance? However...
You were NEVER close to Check Mate. Not unless you and I were playing different games all this time?
Shocking...
The last time we touched base with The Monster, he had just fled the scene of a crime(Understatement of the year). But he never mentioned where he and Spaz were off to, or what his plans were when they arrived. Fortunately for those of us that favor time skipping to move past all the boring shit, we appear to be at our destination. Green Bay, Wisconsin. Named "La Bay Verte" (The Green Bay), by French Explorer Jean Nicolet back in 1634. More importantly, the location of NEW's first PPV since their hiatus. And... if you want even more... the final resting place of a smug piece of shit who has bitten off more than he can chew named Roger Wright. As narrator to this tale, I should probably digress. It's not my place to verbally assault the competition. Even if they deserve a good hiding. Back to the story! ... We appear to be standing just out front of the famed "Chapel in the Woods". Better known to the locals as LaMeiux Chapel. Constructed by the same family of it's name sake all the way back in 1925 for Matriarch Odile and Ordained son Edward. But we all know it looks far better with a Monster and a psychotic homosexual standing within close proximity, don't we? Our cameras happen to pick up their conversation midway through as they take in the sights.
"What are your thoughts on Christianity, Spaz?"
"Psh, E Z. It's lame."
"Why do you think that?"
"Cuz' ... they wouldn't accept me and all my sexiness."
"And why not?"
"I prefer taking the black cherry, by force sometimes, over the regular?"
"Ugh... can you NOT go that far into detail?"
"You want me to cut the bull-nana? I'm gay, and Christians pass judgement on us for that."
"So, if they don't condone you or those like you, what purpose do their beliefs serve?"
"Wait... are you asking me personally? Or asking the gay community as a whole?"
"You see anyone else around for miles?"
"I mean... trees and plants are living creatures, ya' know?"
Clearly irritated that he's no closer to making his point, Haz's tone changed.
"Humans, Spaz..."
"Oh, duh!!! Ehm... lemme see... I guess to me, they mean about as much as the skid mark I left on your bath towel the other day."
"Wait... what?!"
"We were out of toilet paper! What else was I supposed to use?! MY HAND?! YOU SICK FUCK!!"
"I used that towel after my shower..."
"Sorry?"
Just like that, Haz lunged out to grab Spaz but the little fuck was much too quick on his feet. He retreated behind the safety of a nearby tree, peeking his head out from one side. The big man shook his head following a sigh, then turned his menacing glare back on the structure in front of them.
"Anyway, the point I was trying to make is this... if you don't fit a certain mold. Think a certain way. Act a certain way, then groups that normally welcome you with open arms end up black listing you. That is, unless you decide to change your lifestyle. Spaz?"
Calling out to his manager had fallen upon deaf ears, as Spaz was more interested in chasing a butterfly around the wooded area, leaping up attempting to grab it every so often. This did nothing except piss Hazard off.
"SPAZ!!"
"Jesus H. Christmas, WHAT?!"
Right, so remember when I said he pissed the Monster off? Amplify that. Staring daggers right into the soul of his much smaller counterpart, Spaz finally conceded and came back over to his side, now looking at the building with his dainty arms folded over his chest. Haz followed suit, even though he was the one being infringed upon, as he ended up in almost an identical pose now. Both of them fixated on the Chapel as their conversation picked back up.
Without warning, our frame locked up. Must be a glitch in the system? Out of nowhere, the colors became so vibrant that they almost hurt the eyes. Pinks, purples, greens, blues.
Hey, wassup peoples? This is your friendly neighborhood psychopath!! Konichiwa!! Oh, what? The big guy is the only one who can do this? Psh, fuck that. I have thoughts too! I'm not simply a crutch to make him look good or add some life to the party! NOPE! I wanna welcome you all to the magical land of my mind now. Take off your coats! Kick off your shoes! Stay a while! And most important, don't EVER drop the soap. Not unless ya want to, wink wink.
I wish there was something I could do for Rodgey Podgey. He's kinda cute. I'd like to lick his face off and wear his ass as a hat. BUT! (Pun definitely intended) I can't... cuz Hazzy wants him. Not in a manly, lumberjack kicking down the front door and wanting to give his seed kinda way. Gotta admit, that'd be fucking hawt, right?! Unfortunately, he wants to hurt him. He's scary when he gets like this. Like a fockin' bull in a China Shop scary. Godzilla invades Japan scary. Realizing that it's your turn to be the catcher for the first time scary. Wait, what? ... He's so... ehm... what's that one word? Yah' know... the one that means you're driven?
Oh yah!!! Motivated, that's the old pepper! Hazzy is out for more than blood. I don't even think he plans to win this match. Which kinda sucks... I remember how proud he was of beating that nasty old butter face, Seth Iser, to regain the Championship. And how at ease his heart was. Yah know... I can feel his heart beat, right? It's kinda like when you're close to blowing your load of creamy goodness, and if you stop for a moment, you can feel it pulsating down below. Then you shower your lover, Daniel Devine, with all them kids. I feel his heart like I felt THAT! I can tell when he's angry, or sad, or... well, he's never happy. Just content.
Which is why I'm worried about Rodge. A victory over that sexy stack of man flesh won't be enough to quench Hazzy's thirst for blood. Trust me, folks... he's going balls deep this time. The tip ain't gonna cut the bread.
"Hey!! Quit daydreaming already, we're losing daylight!"
Welp, gotta skate! That's my cue to play the stupid manager who takes nothing seriously! Until next time, much love! XoXo.
He perked up as Haz had his fist clenched and was seconds away from drilling him into oblivion. He refrained, however, and once again (Getting old, no?) turned back to the Chapel.
"Do I have your attention?"
Spaz nodded in compliance.
"Good. Now, as I'll say again, for the third time. This land mark reminds me of my opponent. If you aren't on his level, or what he deems to be, you're nobody. He has the nerve... to talk down to me like I just showed up, out of complete obscurity? He dares take a condescending tone with me? This, Spaz, is what we call misinformed. But perhaps I've given him too much credit? I THOUGHT he was a smart man? I THOUGHT that intellect made him a wise target? To be a "Grand Master" of head games as he so wonderfully put it, what good will going after the weak do? They bore me. I want only the strong. And I THOUGHT that's what I got."
"Aye, buddy. Don't beat yourself up! You "where" right to set your sights on Rodge. You "where" both former World Champions! "Where" both the be all, end all of this company! You may have been loathed by your peers, but nobody can say that you "where'nt" dominant!"
"Why the hell are you saying WERE like that?!"
"Oh... I dunno... Rodge said it that way. I think it's a Texas thing. Must be the accent?"
"Or he's an idiot."
"Well, whatever keeps da' boat afloat, ya dig?"
"Yeah... sure..."
"Anything else ya' wanna say about Rodgey Podgey? Or this uh... what's it called?"
"This is a Chapel, you are a moron, and... yes, actually. I'm not done. Roger? You'll want to listen closely. Make sure your fluffer is standing nearby too. He'll want to hear this. I don't know where either of you got off with that foolish tape you sent. Or what you were trying to accomplish by doing so, but if I can offer some constructive criticism? You're reaching with your childish antics. It's no better than the time that bearded simpleton, Ryan Pugh, made a mask to try and emulate me. Hell, it's not even a peg above the ludicrous stunts that Hunter Valentyne pulled. Know what every one of those instances have in common, Roger? I mean, why they succeeded and you've failed? Because, when THEY did it... I was a different beast. One who was easily goaded. Lured in. So I guess what I'm really trying to say is..."
"Hazzy ain't the same... and yer' in BIG TROUBLE, mister."
"I'd say prepare for your destruction, as is the tradition. But my opponent claims he's ready. That he's been wanting this. But I wonder... what happens when the bell rings? I wonder... how quickly his mindset changes into something more like "Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? SHANE! HELP!" Nobody can help you now, boy... and nobody can save you. You're fucked. And just like this piece of history..."
Perhaps it happened when we were in the middle of that "Spazmission" earlier? But the place reeked of gasoline. Hazard flicked a match against the box as it ignited. He tossed it near a pile of leaves just feet away from the Chapel as flames quickly spread. Catching everything around and the Chapel itself on fire.
"All of your dreams, fantasies, and aspirations will go up in flames."
The duo quickly got out of dodge as the flames continued to spread. We fast forward a couple of hours as the Chapel that once stood proudly was nothing but charred cinder and wreckage. That's when we spotted Detective Maddox walking up the trail. A couple of officers in tow. He removed his sunglasses and just stared at the scene in complete shock.
"Why the fuck would someone burn this Chapel down? The SUV's and now this... You know, boys... I'd say we have a serial arsonist on our hands. Let's spread out. Find anything that looks remotely like a clue, and before you touch it with your germ riddled hands, come and get me."
The men fanned out, searching high and low for the cause. With one thing on every one's minds. Maddox was getting warmer.
- Fade
He's still human. Nothing more. Nothing less.
That's you, Roger. A man who is convinced he is predator and not prey. All because of what I've done, yet... you insist that this was how you predicted it would happen. That you knew all along I'd be paying you a visit. No, you were counting on it. So you're a mastermind, hmm? All of a sudden, you go from broken down to ahead of the curve. From one extreme to the next? I gave you that anger in hopes that you'd learn how to harness it. You know, make this whole thing more entertaining for me. Swatting down insects is no fun. You were supposed to transcend that. Sadly..
Your emotion has morphed into delusion.
I gave you more of a chance than anyone that predates you. This was meant to be an epic clash of two conflicting energies. Black Sheep versus Golden Boy. To settle the debate once and for all. Maybe all that radiation from Chernobyl has gone to your brain? That, or you've stumbled through a wormhole and ended up in an alternate reality? One where I'm no match for you, physically, mentally, psychologically. It's the Roger Wright show, ladies and gentleman. The man has no equal. He exists in a league of his own, where all challengers meet the same fate. They get psyched out, then swerved, then belittled, then beaten!
I like your confidence, even if it's foundation is questionable.
Many, many years back... I believe I described it best. Unless you're truly prepared for the consequences, unless you are absolutely SURE you're "Squash Proof". Do not, and I can't stress this enough, do NOT wake a sleeping Giant. Well, that's what you've done. By your own account, it's what you wanted. Now you have it, Roger. And soon, boy... you'll see why it was the biggest mistake of your life.
The charade's over... and maybe you're blinded by confidence that looks more like arrogance? However...
You were NEVER close to Check Mate. Not unless you and I were playing different games all this time?
Shocking...
The last time we touched base with The Monster, he had just fled the scene of a crime(Understatement of the year). But he never mentioned where he and Spaz were off to, or what his plans were when they arrived. Fortunately for those of us that favor time skipping to move past all the boring shit, we appear to be at our destination. Green Bay, Wisconsin. Named "La Bay Verte" (The Green Bay), by French Explorer Jean Nicolet back in 1634. More importantly, the location of NEW's first PPV since their hiatus. And... if you want even more... the final resting place of a smug piece of shit who has bitten off more than he can chew named Roger Wright. As narrator to this tale, I should probably digress. It's not my place to verbally assault the competition. Even if they deserve a good hiding. Back to the story! ... We appear to be standing just out front of the famed "Chapel in the Woods". Better known to the locals as LaMeiux Chapel. Constructed by the same family of it's name sake all the way back in 1925 for Matriarch Odile and Ordained son Edward. But we all know it looks far better with a Monster and a psychotic homosexual standing within close proximity, don't we? Our cameras happen to pick up their conversation midway through as they take in the sights.
"What are your thoughts on Christianity, Spaz?"
"Psh, E Z. It's lame."
"Why do you think that?"
"Cuz' ... they wouldn't accept me and all my sexiness."
"And why not?"
"I prefer taking the black cherry, by force sometimes, over the regular?"
"Ugh... can you NOT go that far into detail?"
"You want me to cut the bull-nana? I'm gay, and Christians pass judgement on us for that."
"So, if they don't condone you or those like you, what purpose do their beliefs serve?"
"Wait... are you asking me personally? Or asking the gay community as a whole?"
"You see anyone else around for miles?"
"I mean... trees and plants are living creatures, ya' know?"
Clearly irritated that he's no closer to making his point, Haz's tone changed.
"Humans, Spaz..."
"Oh, duh!!! Ehm... lemme see... I guess to me, they mean about as much as the skid mark I left on your bath towel the other day."
"Wait... what?!"
"We were out of toilet paper! What else was I supposed to use?! MY HAND?! YOU SICK FUCK!!"
"I used that towel after my shower..."
"Sorry?"
Just like that, Haz lunged out to grab Spaz but the little fuck was much too quick on his feet. He retreated behind the safety of a nearby tree, peeking his head out from one side. The big man shook his head following a sigh, then turned his menacing glare back on the structure in front of them.
"Anyway, the point I was trying to make is this... if you don't fit a certain mold. Think a certain way. Act a certain way, then groups that normally welcome you with open arms end up black listing you. That is, unless you decide to change your lifestyle. Spaz?"
Calling out to his manager had fallen upon deaf ears, as Spaz was more interested in chasing a butterfly around the wooded area, leaping up attempting to grab it every so often. This did nothing except piss Hazard off.
"SPAZ!!"
"Jesus H. Christmas, WHAT?!"
Right, so remember when I said he pissed the Monster off? Amplify that. Staring daggers right into the soul of his much smaller counterpart, Spaz finally conceded and came back over to his side, now looking at the building with his dainty arms folded over his chest. Haz followed suit, even though he was the one being infringed upon, as he ended up in almost an identical pose now. Both of them fixated on the Chapel as their conversation picked back up.
Without warning, our frame locked up. Must be a glitch in the system? Out of nowhere, the colors became so vibrant that they almost hurt the eyes. Pinks, purples, greens, blues.
Hey, wassup peoples? This is your friendly neighborhood psychopath!! Konichiwa!! Oh, what? The big guy is the only one who can do this? Psh, fuck that. I have thoughts too! I'm not simply a crutch to make him look good or add some life to the party! NOPE! I wanna welcome you all to the magical land of my mind now. Take off your coats! Kick off your shoes! Stay a while! And most important, don't EVER drop the soap. Not unless ya want to, wink wink.
I wish there was something I could do for Rodgey Podgey. He's kinda cute. I'd like to lick his face off and wear his ass as a hat. BUT! (Pun definitely intended) I can't... cuz Hazzy wants him. Not in a manly, lumberjack kicking down the front door and wanting to give his seed kinda way. Gotta admit, that'd be fucking hawt, right?! Unfortunately, he wants to hurt him. He's scary when he gets like this. Like a fockin' bull in a China Shop scary. Godzilla invades Japan scary. Realizing that it's your turn to be the catcher for the first time scary. Wait, what? ... He's so... ehm... what's that one word? Yah' know... the one that means you're driven?
Oh yah!!! Motivated, that's the old pepper! Hazzy is out for more than blood. I don't even think he plans to win this match. Which kinda sucks... I remember how proud he was of beating that nasty old butter face, Seth Iser, to regain the Championship. And how at ease his heart was. Yah know... I can feel his heart beat, right? It's kinda like when you're close to blowing your load of creamy goodness, and if you stop for a moment, you can feel it pulsating down below. Then you shower your lover, Daniel Devine, with all them kids. I feel his heart like I felt THAT! I can tell when he's angry, or sad, or... well, he's never happy. Just content.
Which is why I'm worried about Rodge. A victory over that sexy stack of man flesh won't be enough to quench Hazzy's thirst for blood. Trust me, folks... he's going balls deep this time. The tip ain't gonna cut the bread.
"Hey!! Quit daydreaming already, we're losing daylight!"
Welp, gotta skate! That's my cue to play the stupid manager who takes nothing seriously! Until next time, much love! XoXo.
He perked up as Haz had his fist clenched and was seconds away from drilling him into oblivion. He refrained, however, and once again (Getting old, no?) turned back to the Chapel.
"Do I have your attention?"
Spaz nodded in compliance.
"Good. Now, as I'll say again, for the third time. This land mark reminds me of my opponent. If you aren't on his level, or what he deems to be, you're nobody. He has the nerve... to talk down to me like I just showed up, out of complete obscurity? He dares take a condescending tone with me? This, Spaz, is what we call misinformed. But perhaps I've given him too much credit? I THOUGHT he was a smart man? I THOUGHT that intellect made him a wise target? To be a "Grand Master" of head games as he so wonderfully put it, what good will going after the weak do? They bore me. I want only the strong. And I THOUGHT that's what I got."
"Aye, buddy. Don't beat yourself up! You "where" right to set your sights on Rodge. You "where" both former World Champions! "Where" both the be all, end all of this company! You may have been loathed by your peers, but nobody can say that you "where'nt" dominant!"
"Why the hell are you saying WERE like that?!"
"Oh... I dunno... Rodge said it that way. I think it's a Texas thing. Must be the accent?"
"Or he's an idiot."
"Well, whatever keeps da' boat afloat, ya dig?"
"Yeah... sure..."
"Anything else ya' wanna say about Rodgey Podgey? Or this uh... what's it called?"
"This is a Chapel, you are a moron, and... yes, actually. I'm not done. Roger? You'll want to listen closely. Make sure your fluffer is standing nearby too. He'll want to hear this. I don't know where either of you got off with that foolish tape you sent. Or what you were trying to accomplish by doing so, but if I can offer some constructive criticism? You're reaching with your childish antics. It's no better than the time that bearded simpleton, Ryan Pugh, made a mask to try and emulate me. Hell, it's not even a peg above the ludicrous stunts that Hunter Valentyne pulled. Know what every one of those instances have in common, Roger? I mean, why they succeeded and you've failed? Because, when THEY did it... I was a different beast. One who was easily goaded. Lured in. So I guess what I'm really trying to say is..."
"Hazzy ain't the same... and yer' in BIG TROUBLE, mister."
"I'd say prepare for your destruction, as is the tradition. But my opponent claims he's ready. That he's been wanting this. But I wonder... what happens when the bell rings? I wonder... how quickly his mindset changes into something more like "Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into? SHANE! HELP!" Nobody can help you now, boy... and nobody can save you. You're fucked. And just like this piece of history..."
Perhaps it happened when we were in the middle of that "Spazmission" earlier? But the place reeked of gasoline. Hazard flicked a match against the box as it ignited. He tossed it near a pile of leaves just feet away from the Chapel as flames quickly spread. Catching everything around and the Chapel itself on fire.
"All of your dreams, fantasies, and aspirations will go up in flames."
The duo quickly got out of dodge as the flames continued to spread. We fast forward a couple of hours as the Chapel that once stood proudly was nothing but charred cinder and wreckage. That's when we spotted Detective Maddox walking up the trail. A couple of officers in tow. He removed his sunglasses and just stared at the scene in complete shock.
"Why the fuck would someone burn this Chapel down? The SUV's and now this... You know, boys... I'd say we have a serial arsonist on our hands. Let's spread out. Find anything that looks remotely like a clue, and before you touch it with your germ riddled hands, come and get me."
The men fanned out, searching high and low for the cause. With one thing on every one's minds. Maddox was getting warmer.
- Fade
