Post by English/Corpse on Jun 2, 2014 18:54:22 GMT -6
Deep Shit
What the fuck am I doing? I spent a year as a ghost. After I left the wrestling industry due to IPW's closure no reputable newspaper would touch me. People wouldn't promote my blog anymore. With the movement I created in Immortal Pro Wrestling it destroyed me on the outside world. I preached to a few people here and there who I would see a false hunger in. They all had a gross misunderstanding of what my teachings were all about. This is how Charlie Manson feels. They called insane, they locked me out. None of the major wrestling corporations wanted to touch me.
In short I had failed. The 99% were just as useless, just as stupid as when I started out and the 1%. . . fuck they only got stronger. They only killed me a little more inside. I have grown cold.
I knock the dead bits of the burning ember off the tip of my cigarette. Squinting my eyes I took in more focused view of Verizon Wireless Center. Huh, this is where I am supposed to re-write history, maybe I am fucking crazy. The weight of my backpack broke my brief daze. I took another drag off my cigarette. This is the bullshit I signed up for Visionaries of Wrestling, but I see nothing different. I see nothing that sets this little business apart from all the other little businesses. . . oh right they have a suicide note. The contract of Casanova English. The good thing about your name being taken away from the spotlight and sheltered is the fact that some dumb company will get a peak at just exactly who Casanova English is. They see beyond the riot of April 2013, and they see the talent that was associate. Finally I am appreciated, and if I am not. . . come the final bell at Breakthrough I will be.
I walk toward the building flicking another ember off the cigarette, but it floats through the air and lands on my leather jacket forcing me to brush it off briskly. I toss it to the ground with anger and stomp it out. I pull the glass doors open at the Verizon Center. As I fallow signs toward the dressing room I pass by the large arena potion. I can't help myself and walk in. The crew is just beginning to set the ring up. Gazing out upon the empty seats I salivate in the spotlight, and here in the empty arena I can almost feel the buzz of the crowd.
A hand taps my back and I spin around to see the face of Darius Yates. Stepping back a bit I extend my hand, his grip is firm.
Casanova English.
Darius Yates, pleasure to meet you Mr. English. I would like to welcome you to VOW.
Well this is a cute little introduction, but where is the catering table?
Well that's only during the show.
What the fuck did I sign up for. This dog and pony bullshit, I haven't eaten anything but peanut butter and jelly. I bite my tongue, it is a new place after all.
I would however be interested in a quick interview.
Sure, why not.
We have a small area set up right now if you want to follow me over there Mr. English.
I follow the young African American male with all the athletic and intellectual qualities any kid lucky enough not to be born in the ghetto and got a foot ball scholarship would have. He tells the camera man to turn it on, but that's not how I like to do things.
I would actually prefer if we used my own camera. I like to do my own editing.
I say sarcastically as I pull a small camcorder from my back pack. The truth is this is my way around that censorship bullshit. I don't have to worry about what the fuck I said, and where the fuck I fucking said it, because it is on my own camera on my own fucking blog where the right to free speech still resides. The camera man fumbled with the camera. He turns it on and settles it while golden boy Yates clears his throat like this is the interview of his life.
I am here with new VOW prospect Casanova English who just arrived here in Minnesota in preparation for a packed edition of Breakthrough. Casanova you face what some people would consider a legend in the business in your first match. Bobby Backdoor is fresh off a two match win streak. How have you mentally prepared to face this man? I mean you haven't seen competition in over a year.
Oh, your the guy that asks the though questions huh? You want to delve right into my opponent this week. I don't think you formally introduced me. I am Casanova English. I am here to wake you people the fuck up. Get your fat ass up off your couch, get your head out of the god damn news. This is all you need right here. Hop on my back and I will lead you down the true path of fulfilment. You want to be enlightened I will enlighten you. See Yates, I walk into this company with great expectations. I thought that this was Visionaries of Wrestling.
Well it is. This is V.O.W. I didn't think I would need to expand the abbreviation, I thought you were some big anarchist intellectual or something.
Aw, there is something anyway. Some sarcasm and spunk! See I don't see anything that separates VOW from the competition. I don't see any hot young new talent that leaps off the page, I don't see originality. What I see is recycling. I see that prime example this week when I face Bobby Backdoor, a fella who can't hack it where he was before because the wrestling industry gets rough. See VOW has done nothing to separate itself from the already over flowing small wrestling market. So what makes VOW different? What makes them visionaries?
Well I don't know.
They signed Casanova English. . . I will make this company more then a bucket of profit for the upper class, and the corporate thugs. I will use this company as my stage to preach. As a way to reach the masses and ignite the revolution. See what you stumbled upon here is not the future of wrestling. FUCK the future of wrestling. This is a platform to the future direction of mankind.
I can see that Yates knew he bit off more then he can chew. He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
I would hate to bore you though Yates, so let me expand on my opponent. Bobby Backdoor, they just can't keep the rainbow from rising huh? Look Bobby, I don't know what the fuck happened to you over at NEW. Okay, well I looked into it a bit. Yeah it was rough, but you quit. See to me a winning streak means nothing when you are a quitter. So what a new company starts up so you walk you ass over here thinking it will be easy to pick off the young guns and make yourself the face of the company? That's just what you couldn't do in the big leagues. It must kill you Bobby.
I smile cracking my neck and feeling that mode, that spark.
Well I regret to inform you that at Breakthrough I will remind you where your place is. I am sorry Bobby, but is time you wake up from your little dream. The competition here in VOW just got a hell of a lot stiffer, and not in the way you would enjoy. The homosexual thing is such an easy target, but I am not above low blows to win. See you are swinging that big porn star dick around here in VOW, but this week I face a Bobby who's not one hundred percent. See Brett Carson did half my job for me Bobby. What are you going to do when I open up not so old wounds? Hell will you even make it there? I am hating to take a win this way, but I am going to break and mangle the Bobby Backdoor. You should of stuck to porn, because the ass pounding I am about to deliver will make sodomy look like a Sunday bike ride.
I pull a cigarette from my pocket and flip it between my fingers repeatedly before raising it up and placing it behind my left ear.
See it all changes, this is the new movement. I am a new breed, and Bobby you will be the best example to pursue my vision. I know you have ran into deep shit before, but not like this.
I pull the cigarette from behind my ear and put it to my lips. I put a lighter to it and take a long drag. Yates is shocked.
YOU CAN'T SMOKE IN HERE!!!!
I laugh as I ash on on the floor of the Verizon Wireless.
Shit is gonna change around here.
I smirk as I collect my camera and walk to the dressing room still puffing on future cancer.