Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Oct 30, 2016 3:17:44 GMT -5
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
From the desk of Justin Tyme:
It is with heavy heart that we announce that effective October 27th, 2016 the sub-contractor agreement between the WFWF International Champion Lucas Crowe and former WFWF International and Tag Team Champion Justin Tyme has been terminated. Lucas Crowe will now be contracted directly through the WFWF rather than through a sub-contractor agreement that was in place between Justin Tyme and the WFWF. We wish Lucas Crowe the best in his future endeavors particularly heading into the biggest match of his career at this year’s Superbrawl event live on Pay Per View.
Signed,
JUSTIN TYME
From the desk of Justin Tyme:
It is with heavy heart that we announce that effective October 27th, 2016 the sub-contractor agreement between the WFWF International Champion Lucas Crowe and former WFWF International and Tag Team Champion Justin Tyme has been terminated. Lucas Crowe will now be contracted directly through the WFWF rather than through a sub-contractor agreement that was in place between Justin Tyme and the WFWF. We wish Lucas Crowe the best in his future endeavors particularly heading into the biggest match of his career at this year’s Superbrawl event live on Pay Per View.
Signed,
JUSTIN TYME
I’ve sent everyone else away so we can talk this over like me-*ACK*
When in the face of imminent danger, lie through your teeth. The first lesson in the Justin Tyme book of self defence. I grab him by the jaw just hard enough to stop it from moving but not hard enough to dislocate it. Hey, I have a heart… sometimes.
I passed Reo and Steelheart at the gates, do you really expect me to believe that they’re off on their merry way? Besides, I think you’ve done enough talking in your lifetime.
Have you ever had that feeling where what you’re about to do is going to change the course of your life forever? No? It’s a pretty strange feeling I must confess. Your brain starts waging war with your heart dropping well-reasoned thoughts like god damn Hiroshima. Your heart is taking a crap kicking; it wants to relent and allow your brain to convince you to abort whatever the hell you’re about to do. Then something comes in from out of left field, some sort of unknown entity. It’s otherworldly and it knocks your brain on its ass, while also telling your heart to just sit there and shut up. You eventually just black out. That’s the point I’m at right now. Not cognizant of anything going on around me, it’s a tunnel vision focus on the man that has manipulated me non-stop for about a year and a half. Then this specter living inside the deepest recesses of your mind starts consulting your brain as to what are some of the most violent, barbaric, murderous things a human can inflict on another human.
Crush his jaw in your hand. Smash his face into the liquor cabinet and slice him open with the shards. Stab him to death with a letter opener. Then this specter tells your brain to reel it back a bit. After all, the only thing the bunghole is guilty of is being a prick of immeasurable degrees. He cost you a shot at the Tag Team Championship. He sought to single handedly unravel everything you’ve worked so hard at, to be successful in your life for the first time. He has taken your attention away from what should be the biggest match of your life and placed that attention squarely on himself. Killing him isn’t justice, maiming him might be. Sending a message though is the name of the game.
I snap out of my trance briefly as I hurl his body over his office desk.
Lucas you are making a terrible mistake here but I’m giving you one last cha-
I grab him by the throat this time.
No. More. Talking.
I thrust him into his chair where he sits looking at me with a look that’s almost terrified with a hint of defiance buried in there somewhere. It’s enough of a look that makes me temporarily relent and allow the man to speak.
Okay. I’m going to give you a minute to persuade me not to bounce your head off this fine mahogany desk until your brain becomes pudding.
He sits up straight in his chair, rubs his jaw and adjusts his suit. He takes a moment to compose himself. This has all happened to him pretty fast so he’s probably trying to make sure he uses the proper wording.
You… need me.
Welp, times up!
I grab him by the tie and prepare to haul him over the desk
WAIT! Wait, for the love of God wait.
I let him go and he falls back into his seat, adjusting the tie.
Alright, I’ll restart the clock.
You need me… and I need you. I picked you and I picked you for a reason. Without me you’d be a nothing never was living in some scummy apartment in Detroit. But now you stand before me a man that can afford fancy clothes, to eat at fancy restaurants and drive fancy cars. You are a champion Lucas and it was because of me. No matter what happens, you’ll never erase that. You are a champion because I made it happen for you. I’m a man of my word, I told you when I met you that you would have opportunities afforded to you to become a champion. You are basically a household name because of me.
And I need you because you’ve made me more relevant in the past year and a half than I’ve ever been in the rest of my career. Without your dominance in the past year and a half would there be any fans in the year 2016 that knows who Justin Tyme is? Signs point to doubtful. This has been a very mutually beneficial relationship and you’re willing to throw it out over a slip of tongue I had with a guy who is just as big a prick as I am? He can’t give you any more than I can Justin. That’s all I’m saying.
I stand before him staring into his eyes, he’s trying to read me. Trying to decipher if his words had any effect on me before breathing a sigh of relief.
Wow Justin, I’ve never seen you express anything even close to resembling humility but that was about the closest I think you’ve probably ever been.
He exhales, trying to keep it as inaudible as possible.
For a moment there I almost believed you. I almost believed that I might actually need you and that this is somehow equivalent exchange.
His smile that had creeped onto his face evaporated again.
But then I remember that this is almost exactly the same argument I’ve had with myself every time someone has approached me and told me that you’re a poisonous snake. I’ve told myself at least a dozen times that sure he might be a scumbag but without him I would be a nobody living on some street corner in Detroit. That because of him I am a WFWF International Champion and a former WFWF National Champion. Because of Justin Tyme I can afford to drive fast cars and eat at fancy restaurants. It’s an argument I’ve had with myself too many times to count and you want to know the funny thing about that argument? It’s what some affectionately refer to as “utterly delusional.”
But you did say something there that I can appreciate Justin. You said that you are a man of your word. After all, you did say you would get me championship opportunities and here I am walking into the biggest show on the WFWF’s calendar as the WFWF International Champion. And I have been put in matches with the highest of high profile opponents, David Brennan being one of them. You are a man of your word… sometimes. But see I’m a man of my word all the time. And I did make a promise to a very dear friend when I was on my way up here to see you and I don’t intend on breaking that promise.
I grab him by the hair and slam his face onto his desk. He slowly forces himself back upright and I can see blood trickling out of his quite clearly broken nose.
Tonight… You’re gonna bleed.
I punch him in the jaw with a left hook that knocks him out of his chair. I turn around and push the bookcase down barricading the only door out. No one comes in and no one comes out. If he wants out I might be happy to oblige him with a first class flight out the window. I might even enjoy this. Oh who am I kidding? This going to make me giddier than a kid in a candy store.
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Y’know they say timing is everything and I’ll be damned if I’m not inclined to agree with that statement especially all that has gone on in and outside of the ring these past few months. The first time I crossed paths with David Brennan I was at a point in my career where perhaps I was too comfortable. I had not been pinned or submitted in quite some time at some point. Complacency is a bitch, I thought that perhaps the office was too scared to offer up any sort of actual competition to me. I stepped up to the longest reigning WFWF National Champion and knocked him down to size. He’s not been the same since. Then I stepped up to a man who is revered by many for reasons that going into the match I failed to understand. And even after it when I had my hand raised and Cameron Stone lay on the mat I may not have felt any sort of reverence for the man but I respected what he stood for and what he was trying to accomplish. But regardless of that I still knocked him on his ass. David Brennan happened upon me at a point where maybe I was too distracted by the fact that my crap didn’t stink, right place and right time a person might say, and he knocked me on my ass. That’s good timing if I do say so.
It was “right place, right time” for you as well that you found yourself in a position to get your grimy little hands on those WFWF Tag Team titles. Well that and a bit of a communication breakdown between my camp and Trace Demon’s camp. But what’s done is done and once again you made the most of you being in the right place at the right time. I’ve heard people say that you getting your fingertips on those WFWF Tag Team Championships so close to our big match is going to be the biggest detriment to me because you’re going to be coming into this match thirsty. Thirsty for something other than booze for like the first time in your life. It’s a goldlust that you’re going to be coming in with. You’re going to have to quench your thirst some other way though mon ami. I will not be a stepping stone to anyone.
But at Superbrawl I’m afraid it’s going to very much be a case of “wrong place, wrong time” this time around. You see ever since I won this International Championship we’ve had this date circled on the calendars and now it’s finally just around the corner. When we set off on this path together I had no specific ill will against you other than the fact that you had no business being in the same ring as a finely tuned athletic machine like myself. You were more reminiscent of the urchins I used to give the bum’s rush at the bar in Detroit. Now though, given everything that’s gone down between the two of us lately and I’ve grown mighty tired of waiting around for it. I’m chomping at the bit to get my hands around your throat. The sands in the hourglass have hit the bottom and all those other tired old time related clichés.
You beat me once. You more than any other entity on this roster forced me to reinvent myself mentally. I’m no longer resting on my laurels now. Yes, I’m big and yes I’m a bad man but I’m going to do something that no one on this roster right now has the balls to do to you. I’m going to hurt you… badly. You made me look human. For the first time in a long time you made me look beatable. Now? I’m not human and I’m not beatable. I am the embodiment of an otherworldly ass-kicking machine that you just can’t stop. Like a mean killing machine version of the Energizer bunny with cannons for arms and standing seven feet tall. You can’t see me, you can’t stop me, you can’t kill me. You will try but like everything else in your life including any of your attempts at sobriety, you will fail. I promise.
It was “right place, right time” for you as well that you found yourself in a position to get your grimy little hands on those WFWF Tag Team titles. Well that and a bit of a communication breakdown between my camp and Trace Demon’s camp. But what’s done is done and once again you made the most of you being in the right place at the right time. I’ve heard people say that you getting your fingertips on those WFWF Tag Team Championships so close to our big match is going to be the biggest detriment to me because you’re going to be coming into this match thirsty. Thirsty for something other than booze for like the first time in your life. It’s a goldlust that you’re going to be coming in with. You’re going to have to quench your thirst some other way though mon ami. I will not be a stepping stone to anyone.
But at Superbrawl I’m afraid it’s going to very much be a case of “wrong place, wrong time” this time around. You see ever since I won this International Championship we’ve had this date circled on the calendars and now it’s finally just around the corner. When we set off on this path together I had no specific ill will against you other than the fact that you had no business being in the same ring as a finely tuned athletic machine like myself. You were more reminiscent of the urchins I used to give the bum’s rush at the bar in Detroit. Now though, given everything that’s gone down between the two of us lately and I’ve grown mighty tired of waiting around for it. I’m chomping at the bit to get my hands around your throat. The sands in the hourglass have hit the bottom and all those other tired old time related clichés.
You beat me once. You more than any other entity on this roster forced me to reinvent myself mentally. I’m no longer resting on my laurels now. Yes, I’m big and yes I’m a bad man but I’m going to do something that no one on this roster right now has the balls to do to you. I’m going to hurt you… badly. You made me look human. For the first time in a long time you made me look beatable. Now? I’m not human and I’m not beatable. I am the embodiment of an otherworldly ass-kicking machine that you just can’t stop. Like a mean killing machine version of the Energizer bunny with cannons for arms and standing seven feet tall. You can’t see me, you can’t stop me, you can’t kill me. You will try but like everything else in your life including any of your attempts at sobriety, you will fail. I promise.
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Justin pulls himself to his feet behind the desk, blood leaking out of his mouth now. He spits some of it out and looks at me with a look that I can’t say I cared for too much.
Do you know what I think is the most frustrating part of this whole thing Justin? It’s that you chose this point in time to tear everything apart. You couldn’t have waited until after Superbrawl at the very least? Get yourself one last big moment in the spotlight? Stand in the ring on the biggest stage of them all and hold my hand high? And here all this time I thought you were a decent business man.
F*ck you, Crowe.
I can’t help but laugh. I approach him again and punch him in the gut which drops him back to his knees.
Thought you were smarter than that too JT. Gee I’m learning more about you tonight than I’ve learned in the past year and a half.
I grab him by the collar and sit him back in his chair. He looks at me with an incredulous look, like he was trying to put things together just how far off the cliff things have gone. I sit on the desk in front of him. He checks his lip, it’s gushing blood. His nose is pretty messed up too. We sit there together in silence for a few moments. To the surprise of no one though, he’s the one to break it.
Are you familiar with the phrase “up crap creek without a paddle” Lucas?
I just smile and give him a nod.
Right about now you’re in the middle of the crap-lantic Ocean on a crapty little life boat made out of twigs and leaves and you’re just hopelessly floating around in the crap. You’re going to drown in it, I promise you that.
You’re not really in the position to be promising anything there boss. Your time for making promises is up I’m afraid.
The moment you walked in that door tonight…
He makes the hand motion of someone pushing off from a dock.
You set sail without thinking about what’s coming next.
I get up from my pirch on the desk and head across the office to where Justin has a set of pool cues. Walking back over to the desk I pretend to take a few shots, making sure to jab him in the chest with the end.
I’m not really sure why I should care what’s coming next. I’m living in this moment, trust me, it’s a beautiful moment. It’s also just a damn healthy way to live your life. You don’t look back at past mistakes.
I gesture to him with the cue.
And don’t be too fixated on the future, tomorrow will be today soon enough. But living in the moment allows you to enjoy the finest parts of life. You should try it sometime.
I rear back and overhand swing the pool cue across the top of Justin’s head. The tip splinters off and blood begins pouring from the top of his head. He touches the top of his head, looking at the blood. This bunghole starts laughing and I’m starting to wonder if I might just have to put his head through the liquor cabinet to be fully satisfied.
You should always be mindful of the past, present and future my friend.
What, like some sort of karmic retribution?
Something like that.
Don’t think karma’s on your side on this one boss.
I’ve got more money than you could possibly dream of, you don’t know who or what’s on my side you son of a bitch.
With that he spits a load of blood in my face and I feel my brain break and I black out for a moment. Next thing I know, I’m standing above an even more bloody Justin Tyme breaking various bottles of expensive cognac and scotch over his head. Eventually my brain essentially shuts everything down and I collapse to my knees, presumably a preventative measure to stop me from killing the man. I check for a pulse just to be sure and it is there. He stirs a bit to his hands and knees, flipping me the bird. A straight right jab knocks him clean out cold. I pull myself up to my feet and head over to the door. I upright the bookshelf and open the door, giving Justin a last look. Part of my brain is urging me to do much, much worse to the man but the other part tells me that he’s had enough.
F*ck it.
I exit down the hallway, head out the front door, hop in my car and head off down the driveway. When I get to the gate, Steelheart and Speedwagon are standing by. I give them both a nod as they open the gate for me. I look in the rearview mirror and I see them sauntering their way back to the house. Just think, this is the last time I’ll ever have to be in god damn Pensacola, Florida.
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Lucas my boy I’m afraid that you’ve just forced my hand. See I never imagined a time would come where I would have to do this to my most valued of protégé’s but here we are, well passed that point of no return. Pool cues and fists may make me bleed but money corrupts absolutely. And I have a near limitless supply of it to make your life going forward a living hell.
I was not lying to you when I said that you needed me. You call it an utterly delusional line of thinking but I call it the truth. Without me where would you be? You would be a nothing ex-con working a dead-end job, pretending to be a boxer, pining after a woman that wanted nothing to do with you until you started getting paid decent coin by me. I warned you to stay away from people like that but you didn’t listen to me. That’s on me, I could’ve used more forceful measures to ensure you wouldn’t be able to communicate with poisonous people but I wanted to earn your trust and I thought I had.
I told you that there would be a karmic retribution of sorts for what you’ve done to me. If I was a less patient man it would be used to prevent you from even making it to Superbrawl but that would be jumping the gun. No, for you turning your back on me you deserve something much slower. Much more agonizing.
So, have fun in your match at Superbrawl with David Brennan, don’t worry too much about what you’ve done to me. I don’t want the beginning of your end to start at the hands of some attempted reformed alcoholic. It will bring me much greater joy if your complete and utter destruction is bankrolled directly by me. David Brennan doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of dethroning you, taking everything you hold dear to you. After what you’ve done tonight you have handed that privilege to me and me alone.
Oh, and before I forget and just so you know, The Wreckers and I will be firmly in your corner cheering you on, from afar of course, as you continue down the path that we set out on together as a unit. I just hope it sits comfortably in your head that every time you successfully defend that championship that you validate me and my existence and everything I set in your path. This International Championship reign will always be tied to me as well, I helped you win that championship. And so long as I am breathing I will make sure you hold on to that championship. I suppose for the sake of it let’s just call this phase one of the Justin Tyme Karmic Retribution plan. Lucas you can beat me down and you can make me bleed and you can spit on me and everything I have given to you on a silver f*cking platter but you will always be in my shadow as long as you hold that title. I couldn’t think of anything more poetic.
I was not lying to you when I said that you needed me. You call it an utterly delusional line of thinking but I call it the truth. Without me where would you be? You would be a nothing ex-con working a dead-end job, pretending to be a boxer, pining after a woman that wanted nothing to do with you until you started getting paid decent coin by me. I warned you to stay away from people like that but you didn’t listen to me. That’s on me, I could’ve used more forceful measures to ensure you wouldn’t be able to communicate with poisonous people but I wanted to earn your trust and I thought I had.
I told you that there would be a karmic retribution of sorts for what you’ve done to me. If I was a less patient man it would be used to prevent you from even making it to Superbrawl but that would be jumping the gun. No, for you turning your back on me you deserve something much slower. Much more agonizing.
So, have fun in your match at Superbrawl with David Brennan, don’t worry too much about what you’ve done to me. I don’t want the beginning of your end to start at the hands of some attempted reformed alcoholic. It will bring me much greater joy if your complete and utter destruction is bankrolled directly by me. David Brennan doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of dethroning you, taking everything you hold dear to you. After what you’ve done tonight you have handed that privilege to me and me alone.
Oh, and before I forget and just so you know, The Wreckers and I will be firmly in your corner cheering you on, from afar of course, as you continue down the path that we set out on together as a unit. I just hope it sits comfortably in your head that every time you successfully defend that championship that you validate me and my existence and everything I set in your path. This International Championship reign will always be tied to me as well, I helped you win that championship. And so long as I am breathing I will make sure you hold on to that championship. I suppose for the sake of it let’s just call this phase one of the Justin Tyme Karmic Retribution plan. Lucas you can beat me down and you can make me bleed and you can spit on me and everything I have given to you on a silver f*cking platter but you will always be in my shadow as long as you hold that title. I couldn’t think of anything more poetic.
OOC: Overall I'm really satisfied with this. I know for something that's been building up this long it's almost impossible to satisfy expectations but I think I satisfied my own. And if you're not writing for yourself first and foremost than you shouldn't be doing it. I wanted the beatdown to be violent without it coming across as something that sounds like it would kill Justin. I also wanted to present it in a way where Lucas isn't necessarily going to be a face coming out of the whole thing. Finally I thought it would be neat if I presented the reasons why Lucas wants to beat Brennan at Superbrawl while also presenting a reason why Justin, even despite all this, also still wants Lucas to beat Brennan at Superbrawl. Overall, I had fun. Probably could've used more of the time until the deadline tomorrow to fine tune and add to it but I found the couple times I went through I added stuff that I hated to it so I would take it off. This is my laser focused vision. Haha.
I dont know good luck 
