Momma Didn't Raise No Fool

VOW Presents

A Casanova English Original

Momma Didn't Raise No Fool

Part I

I think everyone needs to look back at
the origins of words. Equality, they toss that secrete word around
like it means nothing. The fight for equality? You don't care about
equality, in fact we all fight to be better than one another. The
ones that are bitching about it, are the ones that can't fight. They
don't know how and they've already lost. They think they are making
waves when they set up feminist groups, all they do is divide an
already class divided society, thus opening up more conflict, not
solving it. Feminism might even be something that the average fan
with stray drool tracking down his chin may not fully comprehend is
feminism is the equality of BOTH sexes. Feminism deals with what it
takes to be a good man, just as much as what society tells you it
takes to be a good woman. The problem is that we assume these issues
are gender specific, but it's not. Look at me, these fans still judge
me as evil, sure it is a little bit because of my ideologies, but
it's also because I am facing two woman. They look at me as walking
into this match the man, and therefore I should win based on my
inherited male DNA. They suggest I have some kind of advantage. All
this work, all these years to get woman on the same playing field as
men, and still these idiots cheer you for all the wrong reasons.

Then they look at me, and based off the
color of my skin they assume I haven't had a hard day in my life.
That white privilege they all talk about. Privilege? Ha, look what I
did here in VOW. I took everything I wanted, I pulled it's panties
down just enough to probe my way in. I've never had anything handed
to me. I have never experienced privilege, I have worked my fingers
to the bone. Privilege is getting a job because the employer has to
fill a fucking quota. I've never been part of a quota, I'm that
missing digit in your algorithm. No, not once was I handed anything.
Gaia Galanos likes to think that it's the championship defenses that
make a champion, but I look at it broader than that. . . not through
that 3 inch wide window that is professional wrestling. Since I was
conceived I have been defended my pride, my honor, and that is what
makes a man. . . or woman. For this match I needed some one who
thinks along those same lines. Someone that measures their success in
the weight of blood, not the weight of gold.

Artemis Kaiser

Sunday Night Detonation she set my
teeth on edge with that speech. It was like my brain waves reached
her, it was like for once I saw a wrestler on the same train of
thought as me. She wants to destroy the oppressors, she understands
this is bigger than VOW, bigger than GPW. Her and I, we are a new
breed. The young and the hungry. Artemis is tired of being looked at
as a second act, just because her gold isn't as precious. No I see it
in her eyes. I see it every day when I look into my own. Whether
Artemis likes it of not she's already a member of The Orphanage. She
is already spreading the same word. On Sunday Night she made a huge
step in exposing the corruption and the feeble war in GPW. The caner
is all though this industry. She and I, people like us we are the
cure, we are. . .

The Solution.

The World Visionary Championship rests
on my lap, I glance down on it catching my reflection. A suit, I
never thought I would really see myself in a suit again, but since I
created this organization The Orphanage I have been feeling like
dressing the part. I have been inside the system for two years trying
to eat it from the inside out, it's time I dress the part. Blend in
with a little camouflage. You dress like this and it makes that
silver tongue I already posses shine and glimmer. A single glass of
whiskey sits in front of me, 12 year aged. My eyes float up off the
championship and on the glass of liquor that sits on the mahogany
table. I take a sip out of the oak aged whiskey, letting the flavor
settle in my mouth before swallowing. It was nice to get a chance to
stop off hear between shows and clear my head going into Fate of The
Gods. I'm not taking my opponents lightly at all. I know what this
means to them, the chance to shut me up. People are lining up to take
a crack at that, and boy is it fun stomping out their ambitions. My
thought train is brought to a screeching halt as Corpse smashes his
mit against the door to my office. Poking his large head in he
shouts.

“Mr. English. You have a visitor.”

I'm surprised he has recovered from his
self loathing so quickly. I told Corpse we will get that opportunity
to meet with his family as soon as this business is through at Fate
of the Gods. That idea of reuniting with his daughters must be
affecting his job performance since I clearly told him I wanted to
speak to no one before I leave to New York again.

“What do you mean? No one is supposed
to know that I'm here.”

“Well It's your brother, so I thought
you would want to hear from him. Looks like he is pretty anxious to
talk to you, why else would he get a ticket to the states? He said he
was already in New York. . .”

I stare at him coldly, shaking my head.
I take a small sip off my whiskey to pad the coming conversation with
my delusional brother.

“I just felt bad. What do you want me
to do, take him up? Or send him away?”

Rolling my eyes and letting out an
audible sigh I reply.

“Yeah, send Andy in.”

Truth is I think Corpse did this
because he likes to see the human parts of me, the weak parts. The
parts he might think are sympathetic. I saved him, I pulled him from
the gutter a drug addicted piece of trash. Everyone wants to see
their God at work, showing mercy. I have no idea my brothers
intentions as I hear his footsteps follow behind Corpse's thunder.
Corpse opens the door and my younger brother walks in, a five o'
clock shadow on his face, his brown eyes are sunk in by the swollen
bags underneath depicting fatigue.

“Hello brother.”

I say with a grin, he tosses a nod my
way as he walks further into the room looking around, he lets out a
sarcastic whistle.

“Take a seat Andrew. You look like
you could really use one.”

Andy slowly drags the seat in front of
my desk out slowly, making damn sure the legs scrape across the
floor. He sits down as I run my hand over the World Visionary
Championship.

“Well look at you Cassidy. You made
it big didn't ya?”

Andrew runs his finger gently across my
desk, holding his finger up he sarcastically inspects it for dust.

“You have this big office. This big
organization, a World Championship. . . you always where the over
achiever. Now you leave me home to deal with the trash that is our
family.”

“What has happened now? Mom overdose
again and almost die? Auntie getting sick. Ever since our uncle died
there hasn't been much of a family has there?”

I don't need this I came back to St.
Paul for some peace before I got into the ring at Fate of the Gods to
defend VOW's honor. This family shit that has haunted me. I thought I
killed it, I thought I've moved on.

“Who's fault is that? Sure as hell
not his. You walked away from us when he passed away.”

He was tired, cranky. . . so am I.

“Fuck off. Where were you when he was
taking his last breath? Hiding under the fucking bed scared to
confront death. Let's cut the foreplay here.”

I say shaking my head. I lift up the
bottle of aged alcohol tipping it to my brother.

“Want some?”

“Yeah. . . yeah I better have some.”

I pour him a glass and slide it across
the table. He catches it gracefully by pressing his palm against the
edge of the wood. He takes a long hard drink, finishing almost the
entire couple ounces I placed in.

“So what is it? What is going on now?
What trouble did our mother get herself into? I won't pay for rehab
again, it's just not going to work for her. She tires to fuck her
drug counselors, she's a born manipulator.”

Maybe that is where I get it.

“Well you are right about mom being
the party involved. She didn't overdose, and she is okay for now. The
thing is she owes a lot of money to some really dangerous people
Cassidy. I am talking cut your wife's tits off and mail them to your
kids preschool kind of scary. I hate to ask you, but someone has to
bail her out. We got cars creeping up Auntie's road late at night,
just watching the place. If she doesn't find a way to pay up soon.
Someone might get hurt Cass.”

“No, I can't do it. Why didn't you
leave this for a month. I am in Canada with VOW and I would have time
to maybe deal with this a little bit, but I won't pay her fucking
debt. The shit she has already put this family through. Do you
remember the first time we where placed in foster care? All because
she refused to give us up to her own brother. She deprived us of
happiness.”

“She is still your mother Cass.”

“I don't care. She has to pay for her
consequences. Why do you have to come by and drop this crap on me
now. I am preparing for one of the biggest matches of my career. I'm
tired of bailing you out, I'm tired of bailing mom out. . .”

“It's deeper than that. It effects
the whole family. What if they burn Auntie's house down? What if she
was inside? The world doesn't revolve around this Casanova English
facade you parade around with. Your an egotistical fuck and it's all
gone to your head. You already forgot about your family. You forgot
about me, left me behind to clean up the mess.”

What selfish words. What arrogance.
Stepping into my house and questioning me. Without me he would of
drowned that time I found mom with a needle sticking out of her arm
passed out, and Andrew in the tub barely a year old with the water
slowly filling around him. Or the time she almost fed him Oxies
instead of his child’s medication. If it wasn't for me he wouldn't
be here. Heat overwhelms my body as he continues to rant on about how
I haven't done a thing for him. Bullshitting about how I abandoned
him. No, one understands. Everything I am doing is bigger than one
man, bigger than me. I'm trying to wake these idiots up. Anger over
powers me and I throw my glass of whiskey across the room into the
wall. The glass shatters, but the butt end of the glass is embedded
into the wall. I breath heavily trying to calm down as silence fills
the room. It doesn't last long though as Andrew continues the assault
while I am vulnerable.

“Some things never change. That
temper, that anger. You never did escape that did you? You never did
break that habit. One day that is going to catch up to you. One day,
that temper is going to get you killed. You know what your grave
stone is going to read? Not what is engraved on that FUCKING
CHAMPIONSHIP! It is going to read CASSIDY JONES!”

The name rings around my head like a
ricocheting bullet, destroying parts of my brain as it effortlessly
glides trough the soft tissues and pings off the inner skull. I grind
my teeth, feeling that fire building again. . . but Corpse saves me.
He swings the door open to check on things.

“Everything okay here?”

The fire in my eyes smolders as I move
my eyes off my brother and up to Corpse at the doorway.

“Yeah. Everything is fine in here.
Andrew was just leaving.”

My brother gets up and slowly leaves my
office not looking back. Corpse shuts the door tight behind them
both. I look at the big bottle of whiskey. My mother, Gaia Galanos,
Stacy Jones. . . why must the woman in my life be destine to break my
heart. I take the top off the bottle glaring at the broken glass on
the floor I take a long hard swing, making sure I feel that burn.

Corpse focuses the camera on the
beautiful scenery. He looks down at all the concrete towers below and
the glowing lights. The vibrant infection of life riddling the
streets of the city that never sleeps. Corpse pans back allowing me
to enter the frame. I am dressed in a gray suit, the World Visionary
Championship is gently slung over my left shoulder as I turn and look
out into to scenery taking a deep breath.

“You know when you are this high up
in New York you can ALMOST taste clean air. I love it up here, on top
of the Empire State building it reminds me that I on top of the
world. It's good to come up here and clear my head before this big
match. I hear a lot of people online are doubting me, not sure I can
win a big one over the great Gaia Galanos and the VOW golden princess
Stacy Jones. Good, if there is one thing I love it is being an
underdog. I love taking that. Stacy I love your ambition. The fact
that you went ahead and put a team together to combat The Orphanage.
At least someone in that locker room is thinking with their head.
Obviously, you are not going to get it done alone. The problem is,
virtually everyone you chose a member of my team has already disposed
of. This was your big surprise? We were targeting you all before you
were even a team. . . does that give you any idea how intellectually
superior I am to you Stacy? The way I seemingly am able to see into
the future by observation. Imagine what we all could accomplish if
you tried to open that third eye!”

I pull a package of cigarettes from my
pocket and place one gently between my lips.

“Stacy, you need to refocus. This
whole thing with Katie and Tayla. Stop worrying about who you are
going down on net, and start really focusing on me. This is your
opportunity kid. This is your chance to shine, and I know that locker
room is screaming for you to put me in my place. Put me in my place
like no one else in that locker room has the guts to attempt. That is
the thing I love about you Stacy. The Orphanage knocked you down, and
now you are popping right back up. Your not like the others that fell
before our might. No you begged for this match, from the moment this
was announced I knew you wanted the chance to fight alongside Gaia
and prove to the world that you are bigger than that Xcel
Championship. More importantly, you want to prove to these fans that
The Orphanage isn't unstoppable. You didn't do a very good job of
that when we attacked you and put you out of active competition for a
month. You can talk all the talk you want, prepare all you want, but
baby the war is already on and this is you chance. Rain down that
judgment you have been promising, that judgment you haven’t been
able to deliver to me my entire career here in VOW. Hell Ziu can
blame loosing his winning streak n you. It was your shoulders I
pinned to the mat at Breakthrough before I won this championship not
Ziu's.”

I pull the lighter up casually lighting
the cigarette and taking a few puffs blowing smoke high above New
York City.

“So this is it. Your chance to offer
that judgment you hold up so highly. Last time a Messiah met human
judgment he rose from the dead and created a cult. So. . . bring it
on.”

I smile at my quick jab at religion but
get back on point.

“Before I discuss my opponent from
GPW. I think first I need to talk to my opponent. See Artemis you
seem to be underestimating me just as much as Gaia Galanos. I read
you little email, and there is something you need to understand first
and foremost I do not take orders from anyone. You don't tell me what
to do with my flock. I won't have them at ringside, but it is not
because you asked. It's courtesy. I will respect your athletic
ability, and I won't allow them to take any credibility from our win.
There is another thing you need to realize too. You say I wouldn't
have a partner if you didn't step up. Well I knew you where my
partner the moment Gaia jumped the barricade. I knew that you would
hop on that, because I have been watching Arty. I have been looking
over at GPW and I see the person who really deserves the spotlight,
but don't act for a second that I am not giving you the biggest
opportunity in your career. You are on a 7 win undefeated streak in
GPW, and I am offering you the opportunity to pin the GPW World
Champion and prove that you are the best in GPW. I had this whole
time mapped. You might be smart Artemis, but you fed into this like a
hungry pig. . . just like Gaia.”

I laugh taking another haul off my
cigarette.

“People might think I am insane.
People might think it is crazy for me to be talking about my opponent
like this, but I know Artemis better than she thinks. See I know what
I say doesn't matter because she is a professional. One thing matters
when she steps through that ropes and that is winning. I don't expect
her to like me. I just expect her to do her job, what she does best,
and rip those two high strung bitches apart.”

“Gaia Galanos. I guess that leads me
to you. How is you head? Did if feel good to taste what I have in
store for you at Fate of the Gods? You talked a lot about title
defenses that first night I humbly invited you into my home. You
basically discredited everything I had to do to even get a chance to
fight for this championship. That is what these people think. . . I
am a paper champion? I haven't even defended this championship yet.
Well the fact is I have such a head start on the rest of that pack
that I had to delve int unknown territory. I had to wade out into the
depths and find the meanest shark to make an example with.
Assaulting one of my members isn't gong to intimidate me. It just
shows how far I have already gotten with your Gaia, it shows that I
am already a parasite in your mind. I am keeping you awake at night.
See Gaia I posed a question. If Gaia Galanos was not fighting woman
exclusively would she really be World Champion material. This is just
a big opportunity for everyone is it. Arty wins she proves she
deserves that top spot in GPW, but if Gaia Galanos wins, she wins for
every woman that has fought in this industry to get to the level men
are at. This one match can show the wrestling world that woman has
maybe even surpassed men!”

I take a long hard haul off my
cigarette pacing slowly.

“Equality. You want Equality fine
here it is me offering it up like a breakfast buffet. Me giving you a
chance. This isn't as hostile act as Gaia and Stacy think. This is a
gift a gift from VOW to GPW. This is your chance. You can pin my
shoulders to the mat and prove what woman have been trying to prove
in this industry for decades. . . they are just as good as men. I
stand one man amongst three of the toughest woman that I have ever
seen. The funny thing is, your success, your victory that skyrockets
you past GPW World Champion and World Wide International Female
Superstar is pinning Casanova English's shoulders to the mat. That is
what you want it's it Gaia? That is why you took the challenge isn't
it. . . to prove that you are better, that you are the finest warrior
this generation has genetically produced. I applaud that pride. I
applaud that fact that at every turn there is no doubt in your mind
that you are going to win this match. I love being the underdog. That
is what I live off of. I live by you can't. I live by the sad boo's
that escape the breaths of children as I place my boot on the center
of their hero and I pin them 1. . .2. . .3. Valquist want's to claim
the reputation of King of Reality around here, but the truth is that
throne was already taken. Already taken when you went on your little
vacation, when you walked out of VOW your first stint. I have been
the man here shattering the ideological illusions. I have been the
man bringing reality to wrestling. Maybe, if you where here to do
something the Vultures wouldn't be soaring so high, only swopping
down to collect what is scraps to them. See Gaia this is bigger than
you, because I set to prove something too. I set out to show these
MEN AND WOMAN in the VOW roster that they are looking at the most
dominate force that has stepped in the ring in a long time. A man
that fights with his brain, just as lethally as others fight with
their brawn. See Gaia and Stacy I think that you measure your success
in wrestling by the weight of gold.”

I tap my cancer stick lightly on the championship and the wind
carries the ash away.

“To me this Championship right here
is nothing but a tasteful accessory to catch a glimpse of light so
that the fat bastard in the third row stops devouring his arena
confectionery and listens. It's not about winning it, it's not even
about defending it. You're only as good as your last victim. That's
what I hunger for. You think that I know I am going to win this
match? No, I'm not that arrogant to discredit my opponent. I chose
you Gaia when you walked into MY company not because I thought that a
man is better than a woman, that I can squash you and prove that the
male genitalia dictates success in this materialistic naive world.
No, I choose you because you are the best female athlete this
industry has to offer, but you only limit yourself to female
competition. . . and that is what makes a coward. That is what the
woman in wrestling have been preaching all these years . . equality.
They fought against male dominated companies, but now all the sudden
you can run your own dedicated solely to female competition, but then
still claim to be on the same level. This is an invitation, a gift to
come and prove it. Come and prove that your are what you say you are,
this fierce spartan warrior. I want to see that. I want the best
version of Gaia Galanos ad Stacy Jones so I can build them up, just
to tear them down. Like I said you are only as good as your latest
victim. Gaia Galanos Girl Power Wrestling's reigning World Champion.
This is my once and a life time opportunity to add your beautiful
name to my body count. I know what that name means. I know the weight
it carries in the industry, and apparently so do the members of your
own roster.”

“Some of aren't prize fighters. Some
of us fight for sport, to feed a deep physiological need. A animal
tendency we are other wise forced to hide from the world. The prizes,
they just come with the territory. It's not the championship we are
fighting for, no it's the right to be called the best, and the only
thing this sad industry uses to distinguish that is this. . .”

I raise up the World Visionary
Championship with one hand. Smiling as I slowly pull it down to my
side holding it casually.

“A World Championship. At Fate of the
God's Artemis Kaiser and I will make a step in changing that. What is
GPW, what is the wrestling industry going to do when the World Class
Champion Artemis Kaiser pins the reigning GPW World Champion. Maybe,
people will look at that championship with more respect than Gaia's.
This is the real fight for equality, this is the real fight to prove
this entire industry is corrupted. Run by a tight knit group of
people who have been circle jerking each other off for the past two
decades. Arty and I are a new breed, an intellectual breed with the
physicality to back it up. The industry and it's fans hasn't caught
up to us yet, and maybe it never will. We will gladly do the frame
work for the ones that come after us. The ones with the hunger in
their eyes, the lack of fear in their hearts. The ones with a brain,
that aren't just brawn and fucking beauty. Being a former politician
I am sure Artemis knows how to sway these idiots in the direction she
wants, she just doesn't care. To her, and to me to an extend. . .
when we are in that ring nothing else matters. Not World
Championship, not these fans, but that intensity. . . that forbidden
dance when two opponents beat one another half to death. Don't worry
though Gaia, and Stacy. At least at the end of the night you have
those belts to curl up with for comfort, but what happens when the
seed of doubt we planted starts to bud. Will you to crown bestowed
princesses be able to keep up with us when the gold is an after
though? Will that championship be enough to still convince you are
the best?”

“Gaia when those icy cold eyes glaze
over and slowly fill with water as the reality of defeat settles in
the pit of your stomach, and you realize that with the ONE
opportunity you where given to step outside your comfort zone and
dance with the devil you couldn't get it done. This is my world, this
is my ring. This isn't a match it's an example to Stacy Jones, the
VOW roster, and the rest of the wrestling industry. Just like the
Spartan civilization crumbled and fell to new ideas, new ways of
life. So too will Gaia Galanos at Fat of the Gods. This is my
claiming my immortality. This is me, making sure you remember my
name.”

I am

The Modern Day Messiah

I flick the end of my cigarette off the
Empire State Building letting it float down to leave my mark on this
city. Corpse cuts the camera zooming in on the World Visionary
Championship one last time.