Post by Prophet of Ash on Mar 1, 2013 20:33:35 GMT -5
There was a time not long ago that the WFWF meant something. When the brand name meant something and when the title belt I proudly hold around my waist, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, meant something.. There was a time when the champion was the absolute best of the best and defended against a swarm of top level contenders..
Sometime in my absence, that changed.
In 2008, I left the company because I disagreed with upper management. In particular, I thought Alex Sean was a piece of trash who was only out to serve himself and his own agendas and had no business being in power. And he gave me a choice, either play by my rules.. Or leave.. So I left. And in the time I was away, I followed the WFWF a little bit. I seen stupidity such as the perennial mid carder Yukio Blaze being shoehorned into a Pay Per View main event, to “replace” me.. I seen the “rise” of Trace Demon.. Alex Sean pretty much did as he pleased for a while and ultimately, the WFWF championship came up devalued.. Not since Johnny Michaels’ reign of terror did someone do so much damage to the company by sheer incompetence. And when things fell apart.. Alex Sean quit. Because he is a chicken and a slime of a human. The WFWF championship got passed around like a hot potato through controversy and just nonsense.. And ultimately.. The championship came up devalued..
This effects me.
This angers me.
You see, I’ve done something for longer than any man or woman, to be topical, has ever done. On March 12, 2012.. I won the WFWF World Heavyweight championship. And for nearly a year.. I’ve held on to the championship. I’ve held the championship for longer in one reign than ANYONE BEFORE ME. Frost, Panzer, Link, The Shape.. These the men who laid the foundation of the company.. None of them held the championship for as long as I have. Not Lenore, either, because no woman is as strong as a man. Destroyer, Raider, Slayer, Total Apocalypse.. The guys who inspired a majority of the roster to come around and do what they do.. None of these men could hold on to the championship for as long as I have, either.. Because none of them are the man that I am.
The contemporaries of the WFWF.. EBR, Zmaster, Drakz, Trace Demon, Thunder, Wayne McGurk, Michael Kyzer.. They couldn’t do it.. And Johnny Michaels. Johnny “The Movie Man” Michaels.. The man who previously set the record for championship length.. This GOON who couldn’t LACE MY BOOTS who did everything he could in his reign to AVOID ME.. Because he knew I was a dangerous man.. To remove his name from the record books as the longest reigning champion in history.. To me, that’s almost more gratifying than the act itself. It’s like sex. You enjoy sex. You enjoy the climb there.. But the climax and the end result is what you want and to me, the climax was to remove the FARCE of a champion Johnny Michaels as the longest reigning champion.
Unlike Johnny Michaels and his “record setting reign”, I’ve defended the championship and I’ve set a record worth setting. Michael Kyzer.. The unsinkable ship, the unbeatable challenge.. People said when he won the title, he’d never lose it. Not only did I beat him for it, I BEAT HIM IN DEFENSE OF IT! Raider, “the living legend of the WFWF”.. He’s back for a second run.. And he’s coming for my title! I beat his ass, pinned him clean, and retained my championship and he hasn’t been seen since!
Hutton Brown, “the XWA legend” that and $1.25 will get you a cup of coffee. Hutton thought it was smart to try to muck up my business and I ended his career and cripple him! Fuck you, Hutton Brown. If we’re ever in a building that’s wheelchair accessible, and you can find someone to push your little wheel chair down that ramp, I’ll spit in your face and knock your wheel chair over, so your cock sucking ass falls on the ground. I’ll stomp your crippled neck. But Hutton Brown knows he got it easy. That’s why I can walk on TV wearing an elbow pad that “belongs” to him, I can walk around calling myself “The Rated X Superstar” and I can call a god damn bum with one arm by the name “Hutton Brown” and Hutton doesn’t do anything about it, because he KNOWS I’ll bend him over, shove his head down, tell him to bite the pillow because I’m going in dry and I’ll fuck his ass! Hutton KNOWS he’s my personal bitch and thus.. He stays away..
Now… Now there are “contenders” who would struggle to get an International title shot “in the good old days”. Not just talking about Hutton Brown, either.. Because now.. Now winning a tournament simply means that you are next in line for the title if you want to be and losing a tournament means nothing. Scarlett Quinn. The WFWF’s second generation rookie sensation. The daughter of Wayne and Vanessa McGurk. You know, the same Wayne McGurk that could never beat me. The same Wayne McGurk that I just about crippled in one of my first defenses of the World Heavyweight title, the first time around. The same Wayne McGurk who was successful not for his wrestling abilities, but for the fact that he was almost seven feet tall and three hundred pounds.
In this day and age of the WFWF, his daughter, the same girl who to ride her bicycle around empty arenas and thought the wrestling ring, once assembled, was her own personal jungle gym, Scarlett. She’s all grown up now! All five foot four inches, hundred and twenty pounds, looking like my high school daughter body frame wise of her. Everything that Wayne McGurk had positive had, the size.. The power.. The muscle.. Scarlett lacks. Everything negative that Vanessa McGurk brought to the table.. The exploitiveness.. The gender inequality, the lack of size.. Those are the traits that Scarlett has.. But in today’s WFWF, because Scarlett was the last of the last left, because she didn’t get put over the top rope and because her and her dyke friend can beat up a cripple and a intellectually- disabled person, she’s now a legitimate title contender. Go figure, right?
Then there’s Cam Nitta. If you were to take Scarlett Quinn and clone her into a male what you’d essentially come out with is Cam Nitta. Here’s an undersized, scrappy KID and I use that word to be as hateful as possible, who in “the good old days” of WFWF would’ve floundered with the other ethnic stereotypes like Miguel Sanchez at the bottom of the card. But in today’s WFWF.. In today’s WFWF because he shows up every week and has about a fifty percent win ratio, his lack of size, skills, or anything that makes him particularly unique is looked past, because in today’s WFWF, simply showing up and being seen for long enough makes you stand out from the crowd!
And then there’s Mak Cross. Mak illustrates the latter point nicely. Mak is average. When I was coming up, Mak Cross probably would’ve been embroiled in a never ending feud with Tha CBT, because much like Mak, Tha CBT didn’t have anything particularly special about him. Average size, average wrestling abilities, average look.. And when Tha CBT and I tangled.. Every single time, it was one, two, three. CBT’s shoulders to the mat. SEVEN DIFFERENT TIMES and in three federations, I pinned his shoulders or forced him to submit.
And ultimately.. Me and my people were responsible for the MURDER of Tha CBT.
A person who I’ve recently realigned with murdered Tha CBT.
He was found guilty in front of a tribunal of his peers and served prison time.
Mak Cross, realize what you’re doing.. Messing with me, trying to fiddle with me.. The last time you got stabbed in the dick with a needle. I wasn’t out to end you then, just send a message. I was out to send a message that you are everything wrong with the WFWF, this attitude that if you stick around long enough, it’ll eventually be your turn with the championship. I’d call it “The Yukio Blaze Philosophy” to mock it, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t bring me back to my original point, that when I packed my bags and left this god forsaken company in 2008, that Yukio wasn’t inserted in my place in the World Heavyweight title match.
Don’t be Yukio, Mak.
No one wants to be Yukio.[/color]
“All or Nothing” by KMFDM begins to play over the P/A system and Phillip Schneider makes his way through the curtain, wearing black breakaway pants, a yellow hoodie with the hood up, and a hockey mask.
Samael Ahriman: A new look for the WFWF Heavyweight champion.
Alecia Matthews: And a clone apparently, look over there!
A second man, dressed exactly the same, has come from the west side of the crowd. And a third from the east. Two more from the north side opposite the ramp. One crawls from underneath the ring. The camera pans up, one comes down on a zipline from the ceiling, the only difference in his attire to the rest of them being a safety harness. Three more Schneider’s make their way down the entrance ramp. They are literally swarming to the ring. Fifty, maybe more..
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is going on here?
Samael Ahriman: I don’t know, but it’s making me wish I had a pair of breakaway pants, a yellow hoody, and a hockey mask, just so I could blend in. I think I’d be less likely to be hurt if I looked like them..
The men all dressed alike are filling the ring. David Brennan takes a corner, trying to keep an eye on all of them, but failing as they are coming from all directions. There’s about twenty of them in the ring. The rest fill ringside, some filling the ramp. More are still coming from the crowd. One climbs on top of the announce table.[/b]
Alecia Matthews: This is one of the most unusual sites I’ve seen in all my time here in the WFWF. We’ve got these clones everywhere.. They’re on our table, they’re around ringside, they’re coming from the ceiling, they’re coming from under the ring..
Samael Ahriman: And while the odds were fairly even before.. The New Epoch decommissioned.. I really don’t like the chances for David Brennan now. There’s gotta be 60 guys out here. We assume one of them is Phillip Schneider, they entered to his entrance music.. Maybe Schneider’s still to come. Would it really make a difference if it’s 60 on 1 or 61 on 1?
Alecia Matthews: It may already be 61 on 1. We don’t have an accurate count on these guys. And who knows how many there are? I see them in the crowd, I’ve been beeped and told they are roaming around the concession area. This is all making me VERY uneasy.. Look through the crowd. See the guys in the yellow hoodies? Literally everywhere? Those are these guys.
Samael Ahriman: What if Schneider isn’t even behind this? David Brennan has a questionable past and what if this flash mob is here to correct this past?
David Brennan is trying to stay in the corner, but he’s been shoved into the middle of the mob. The clones have made their way behind him, pushing him towards the center, other clones opening space in front of him as the space behind him is filled. Finally, one clone unmasks himself. Directly behind David Brennan, the clone pulls off his hockey mask and throws it aside. He pulls down his hood, then peels off the hoody and throws it aside. It’s Phillip Schneider.. Directly behind David Brennan. The clones start to clear out of the ring. Schneider gets a jump on the match with a big forearm from behind and some stomps. A few clones get kicks in on their way out, others just stepping on David Brennan as he lays on the ground, trying to cover up.[/b]
Alecia Matthews: I have literally never seen anything like this, in all my time in wrestling..
With the flash mob disappearing just as quickly as they appeared, the bell sounds and the match is under way. Schneider breaks away the break away pants that he wore when entering with the flash mob. He’s down to vinyl shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Schneider hammers at Brennan. Brennan hooks an ankle and takes Schneider to the mat. Schneider with a head and arm clinch on Brennan flips him over, then takes the back. Schneider trying to lock in a choke hold. Brennan flips to his butt and scrambles out.
Samael Ahriman: I think David Brennan was pretty thrown off by Schneider’s entrance. Let’s hope he can get his head in the game or this is going to be a very short Heavyweight title match.
Brennan able to escape the clutches of Schneider. Both men to a vertical base. Schneider throws a big back elbow. Duck from Brennan. Brennan with a palm strike. Side step from Schneider. Schneider steps in and tries to grab a side headlock, but Brennan whips Schneider into the ropes. Schneider with a rebound. Brennan catches him and tries to hip toss Schneider. Schneider lands on his feet and tries to hip toss Brennan. Brennan lands on his feet and darts into the ropes. Rebound. Brennan going high, Schneider drops low. Brennan with a leap frog over Schneider and into the far ropes. Schneider up. Schneider rebounds off the other ropes. The two meet back in the center of the ring. Both go for clotheslines and it’s a double down.[/b]
Samael Ahriman Well this certainly isn’t the type of match I was expecting?
Alecia Matthews What were you expecting?
Brennan slowly crawls to the corner, retrieving his bottle of Jack Daniels. Reluctantly since there are several shots left, he smashes the bottle on the ring post. Schneider has went to the corner, where Percy, who has appeared apparently from the flash mob, passes him in a glove of knives.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: Something more like this.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan’s got a broken bottle.. Schneider has a FUCKING FREDDY KRUEGER KNIFE GLOVE!
The two men approach each other at the center of the ring. Both nod in recognition that the other has acquired a weapon of choice and circle around. It’s a duel at the O.K. Carole in the center of the ring. Brennan lunges with the broken bottle. Drop toe hold from Schneider and Brennan drops and loses the bottle. Rear chin lock from Schneider. He grabs Brennan’s face and pushes the knife blades to Brennan’s forehead. Immediately, crimson pours from five wounds, Brennan’s face immediately unrecognizable as Schneider drags the knives across his face.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: My GOD! He’s trying to cut David Brennan’s face off!
Alecia Matthews: One… two… Schneider’s coming for you..
Schneider releases Brennan’s head.. But moves to the back. One hard jab with the knife glove and then Schneider drags the knives across Brennan’s skin. The tight skin on David Brennan’s back separates and pours blood, the knives cutting all the way down to the fatty white skin under the meat and Brennan’s blood pumping almost black it’s so thick. Brennan tries to crawl away but is loosing blood at such a rapid rate that an escape is futile.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: I realize the WFWF is pretty much like the wild west, but someone needs to call 911 RIGHT NOW. David Brennan needs an ambulance and Schneider needs to be arrested for attempted MURDER.
Alecia Matthews: No shit. The wrestling is over. This is manslaughter at this point.
Samael Ahriman: And we’re witnesses..
Schneider pulls a single knife from the glove. Brennan is able to pull himself to his feet on the ropes but his back is screwed. It’s literally gaped open. And his face is pouring blood like a low water pressure faucet. Schneider, with his single knife, approaches Brennan and stabs him in the back of the left quadriceps. The knife goes all the way in Brennan’s leg and Brennan goes down. Luckily, police and paramedics were in attendance. They swarm the ring. The cops have their guns drawn.. Schneider grinds his foot into the wounds on Brennan’s back. A paramedic tries to get into the ring and Percy pulls a gun and shoots him. Cops open fire on Percy, then on Schneider. A paramedic scrambles into the ring and screams “we’re too late, he’s gone, there’s no pulse, there’s no pulse.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: ………..what the fuck….
Alecia Matthews: …………..what the fuck….
Police swarm.. Schneider is cuffed…[/b]
And we fade to black. This dream sequence comes to an unfortunate end. Percy’s dead, I’m shot and going to prison and David Brennan is dead. Coming out of Survival of the Fittest, I had such tunnel vision on David Brennan that this dream I’ve had probably isn’t far off from the reality of what would’ve happened at Psycho Circus, or whatever the WFWF would’ve named the Pay Per View if it were me and Brennan.
But I have to refocus my attention. The only confrontation I’m going to have with David Brennan happens not on Pay Per View, but in a dream world. And yes, I am a Dream Warrior. I rule this world like I rule the real world. The fun part of the dream world is I can murder, maul, and rip people apart without consequence. There is no reality to it, and therefore court jurisdiction doesn’t hold. So I can kill David Brennan. Courts still look at first degree pre-meditated murder as first degree pre-meditated murder, regardless of it being within the context of pro wrestling, so within the context of pro wrestling, I have to ensure that I only severely injure my opponents, and not kill them.
It’s a shame too. Cutting into the muscles and cutting down to that fatty tissue really excites me. The type of injury that surgical grade steel is required for.. Wonder how much I really COULD get away with.. I’ll be locked inside of a cage with three human guinea pigs at Psycho Circus.. Maybe I’ll experiment.
2/2/12
Sitting in this room… Dark and gloom.. Four walls look to me to be held… Sitting in this room, I want to die. I want to die I want to die I want to.. Die.. But in this room, dark and gloom, four walls of hell I’d rather be inside a tomb. Sitting in this room.. I want to die I want to die I want to.. Die.. Death is in this room.. And you know death is the only thing on my mind..
These aren’t the words of Pierce Deville.. These are the words of GG Allin. I first heard this song many years ago and what I thought was “wow, this is a sappy bullshit song from a loser junkie.. But when I got arrested.. When my days consisted of sleeping, eating.. And sitting in a ten by eight concrete cell.. I got the meaning of the song. It’s a song about being alone. A song about prison.. Yeah, it made sense to me.
When I go from the highest of the highs to the lowest of the low with one action. When I go from main eventing Pay Per View and set to make six figures.. To being locked in a cell and fed three squares a day of bread, beans, and water.. Yeah, certain things start to make sense to me.
And when I have all the time in the world to just sit and think.. I get a lot of time to think vengeance. To plot the ways I want to kill Phillip Schneider and EBR.. The guys who I blamed for me being in here. Seven hundred Forty six for Schneider and Seven hundred nineteen for EBR, I believe is the running total..
But I also got a lot of time to sit and look at the only person sitting in the room with me. I got a chance to sit and look at Pierce Deville. And I realized I don’t like Pierce Deville very much. I realized he’s not a very good person. I realized a lot of Pierce Deville hobbies sicken me. You know, for the first month.. I wanted those hobbies. Smoking is cool and I got the nicotine cravings but you know what? No cigarettes in maximum security prison. I wanted coke.. And no coke to be found in solitary confinement.. I was popping pharmaceuticals like skittles and when I had the chance to sit back and look at what I was doing.. I realized I didn’t like it.
And now, now I’ve seen no one else really liked it either.
Because I’ve been here for almost four years now. Five year sentence.. Four served.. And not a single visitor.
Until today.
I see my former friend walking into my reality. The cold, somber, sterile.. Blank grey concrete walls.. Cold and loveless.. My home. He looks really uncomfortable and nervous.. And him being nervous makes my buddy in “prisoner correction” nervous because he’s keeping his hand close to his gun at all times. When I see Schneider for the first time, I almost don’t even recognize him, what with his mop of shaggy blonde hair. He had just started dying his hair blonde and letting it grow out when I last seen him. He looks dirty and like he hasn’t slept in a month. I was worried about my appearances, but frankly.. I look dapper in comparison to him. Slicked back blonde hair accentuating the sharp angles of my stony face and a smile that proffers my hardened look rather than softening it.. He approaches the bulletproof glass window and grabs the phone. Probably the only place you’ll still find a corded phone is prison. I’ve already got mine. Let’s talk, Philly boy.
My word, how mortals take the gods to task! All their afflictions come from us, we hear. And what of their own failings? Greed and folly, double the suffering in the lot of man. See how Aigisthos, for his double portion, stole Agamemnon's wife and killed the soldier on his homecoming day. And yet Aigisthos knew what doom lay in this
What the hell are you talking about?
You don’t remember that quote, dear friend? It was that, as a greeting, that you first greeted me. You thought that quoting the high school novel “The Odyssey” and relating it to our plight in the WFWF would make you seem like a far more intellectual person than you truly are.
And we‘re off to a good start. The first friendly face I‘ve seen in years and I‘m already back to being the old Deville, insulting him for no reason. I guess when you haven‘t talked to anyone but yourself for several years, the first speech you relate to is the last used.[/b]
So how’s prison been treating you, Pierce? You look healthy..
Oh, so that’s how it is? We’re going to get into a verbal sparring match are we now chap? Because sitting in here, alone, all the time, I’ve had a lot of time to test my wit with mind control games and I’m guessing my wit is sharper than your’s. Want to whip out our dicks and compare sizes a bit? I bet mine’s bigger.
No Pierce, what happens in prison, stays in prison.
Touche.
Nicely played.
I’m here for your advise. You’re a master of the game of human chess..
I’m also a master of the actual game of chess, so I’ve learned through the prison’s game room.. But go on.
14-0!
I’ve got this match at the Pay Per View, with Kyzer..
Conceded bastard, he is.
Just once I would‘ve liked to tangle with the one they called “Kyzer“. When they seen The Deville come around and they seen what The Deville was all about.. The first thing they could say was “what would happen if The Deville faced Kyzer?”. And you can‘t have Ali vs. Tyson.. But we could‘ve had The Deville vs. Kyzer.. If he would‘ve just nutted up and took the bait..[/b]
It’s for the Heavyweight title, the World title..
And your nerves are getting to you. You’ve got stage freight. You don’t know what to expect out of him..
I’m just at my wit’s end, honestly. I’ve been alone for the last month and it’s driving me crazy.
Right.. A month alone is driving you crazy. I was still going through withdraws a month alone, too fucked up on the lack of my own vices to even realize I WAS alone all the time.. I’d like to let this cockboy see my life for just a week, to show him exactly what he and his Canadian buddy caused me.. But that would be vengeance, not forgiveness. I’ve come too far to revert back to vengeance.
Your daughter, you don’t see her any more?
The last two weekends that I’ve supposed to have custody of her, she’s made other plans. We got into it a bit, twice, due to some discipline issues.. Typical young teenage girl stuff, shoplifting and getting caught by TMZ, getting caught with condom wrappers, you know..
Teenage girl.. How old is she now, Samantha was it?
Not old enough, don’t even go there.
I laugh. It‘s not where I was planning on going.. But how much of a mindfulk would it be for him to know Daddy‘s Darling Daughter was slobbing on the knob of The Deville? That I split her and one hit quit her? I‘d even dab a bit of KY and jam it in her chocolate eye, just to brag and rub it in his face that I did it.
I’m a suave mother fucker, Schneider. You know how much pussy I got on the outside? I could talk the panties off of any woman I wanted to and they never even knew they were being scammed. They thought it was love at first sight, because they looked into my eyes, they seen the sparkle in my eyes and my “genuine” grin, they seen this nice guy that was talking to them in a way that no other guy ever had, due to my unmatched natural charisma, and they were swept off of their feet and into my bed, or where ever I was taking them to for a romp between the sheets.. But in here.. In here the closest I ever get to female contact is when the nurse gives me my twice a year physical. You know what it’s like to get all of your sexual gratification from a 40 something woman touching you with rubber gloves, in the least sexual way possible, while some brooding guard who think’s he’s hard stands there and stares at your naked ass, just waiting for you to make even the slightest move, so he can put led in your ass? You know what that’s like, to jerk off to the same touch that comes but every six months?
No, I don’t, because I’ve never been to prison.
Vengeance. I feel the feeling of vengeance and my blood is boiling. Right about now, I‘d like to just wrap my hands around Philly boy‘s neck until he turns blue, then skullfuck him the rest of the way to death while calling him “Smurfette“. I‘d do so in such a dramatic fashion that they‘d go on Urban Dictionary and they‘d write that sexual act as “The Deville“.
Look Phil, way seven forty seven for me to kill you!
And you’ve never been to prison because you and your Canadian buddy let old Pierce take the fall. You sent old Pierce up the river for the crimes we all committed. You know you wanted to kill Tha CBT. You know it irritated you to no end that no matter how many times you beat him down, no matter how many times you brutalized him and bloodied him, that he always came back for more. And when he did it, he always had a lot to say about you. It drove you crazy. That’s just how you operate. You let these tapeworms get under your skin, into your head. You know you’re better than these pieces of trash, but you take to heart what they say, and you listen to what they say, until you believe it or until you snap..
Rather than talking, I‘d like to be carving his thighs with a surgical scalpel.. Just to butterfly them back together, left outside to right inside, right outside to left inside. Then when he‘s a one legged man, a giant caterpillar with arms.. I put my foot to his back, grab his arms behind his back, and surf his face into the ground. Way seven forty eight, the caterpillar stomp..
And when you snap, oh when you snap.. You’ve got a bit of a temper to you, don’t you? That’s why you and EBR came to old Pierce and said “Piercy, we’ve got this problem see, with Tha CBT see, and we want you to eliminate this problem. Your dogs, that rabies one we looked at, he’s an attack dog, right? You can sick him on Tha CBT and kill him with rabies, right?” Remember that conversation? You said you were cashing in the favor, you personally said that.. You were cashing in the favor about me asking you to help me test that little smoke and mirrors invisibility cloak of mine.. And I believed you, because Schneider, you’ve got a way about you and a way with words that makes someone believe you. They know that deep down inside, you’re full of shit, but they still believe you, because you’ve just got that quality about you that makes people think “you know, maybe this guy is right”. You manipulate people. You manipulate people’s emotions and you use them. I like that quality about you. The fact that when you first meet someone, you can instantly assess their value to you and what they have that you’d like to get from them, be it knowledge, material possessions, prestige, or nothing. You know when you see someone if you can destroy them conventionally or if you need to go through unconventional means to stop them from taking your spotlight. I should’ve seen your setup of me coming long before it happened, Schneider. That belt you’re going after now.. That would’ve been mine in 2008 and it’d still be mine, if you and your buddy hadn’t sent me down the river..
I only stop my rant because I need to catch my breath. Years ago when I had a decent diet and regular gym access, regular humpidy bumpidy, I could‘ve ranted for days.. Never lost my breath. But spending my days just sitting around and breathing the same air over and over.. I‘ve developed a bit of asthma. I compare it to the geeks who just sit and play on the computer all day. Certain amount of laziness, certain amount of unhealthiness. Vicious circle of health problems is all it creates, it does.[/color]
If it makes you feel any better, I ended up dropping out of that PPV match too. Quit the federation as a whole.
And let me guess.. You took a sabbatical from wrestling due to a contract dispute with a power hungry owner. He told you to do one thing, you said no, took your ball and went home. But home wasn’t the place for you. You had to compensate for something that you missed out on as a child.. Give me a minute.. Backpacking across Europe! School field trip. You were a trouble maker in school, so you didn’t get to go on the big field trip, so when you had a bit of free time and some money in your pocket, you took off to Europe. Didn’t you.
And people said I was wasting my money when I bought the recently released unauthorized biography on Phillip Schneider..[/b]
Nah, I mostly just sat at home and got fat. Tried to play the daddy role for Samantha and she just grew to resent me. Hooked up with this stripper, got her knocked up, and had another kid. She died when she was giving birth, so I became a single father.
So what was it like being a single father in a country you were unfamiliar to?
What are you talking about?
A lot of people have little idiosyncrasies to them that tells when they are lying. A lack of a poker face, as the phrase says. Some people start blinking a lot. Some people start sweating. I had this ex, every time she lied, she would scratch her left side. You, you start talking a little bit faster. Not a lot faster, just a little bit faster. Like you want to get your lie over with. You just did it there.
Check and mate, Philly boy. Told you I was a master of chess.
Are we going to play these psychoanalysis games all day?
See, now you turn to hostility. And honestly, I’m just riding along with this foreplay until you tell me exactly why you came here. You had to have had a reason.
The match with Kyzer.
Oh right, the wrestling match.. Well, why not be a little dirty? You know the old myth, wrestlers cut themselves with tiny razor blades hidden in their tape, to draw blood? If these wrestlers can conceal a razor in their tape, then cut themselves.. Couldn’t you cut Kyzer without the ref seeing? Couldn’t you hide it flat in your tape, so when the ref checks you for weapons, it’s not found? I mean, refs don’t check that well, anyways..
When you‘re in prison, you learn to hide things. You learn how to hide things so no one ever sees them, so when you want to use them, you can. I‘ve got a scrap of porno magazine that I traded two pieces of bread for.. It disappears five minutes until four every afternoon. Guards have not a clue that it exists but those titties that lead to a face that has been torn off.. They exist...
I don’t think the referee will be checking me, at all. Or care if I pull a razor out and start cutting Kyzer. It’s no disqualifications. It’s a no rope barbed wire match.
Oh, bravo good sir. How’d you manage to get that one?
Manipulation.
He winks at me. He thinks he‘s being cute right now, throwing my own rant back in my face. I‘d like to put him into an arm bar, and press my heel into his teeth until all of his top teeth pop out.. Shove my heel into his mouth like a ball gag and then break his arm. When he screams, he swallows his teeth and chokes to death. Way number seven forty nine. Being around him just makes me want to kill him even more and I‘m quickly forgetting all the things I learned in my recovery class. I have to forgive him, for he knows not what he does. I must let go what he does and live and let live....[/color]
What else‘ve you got?
How familiar are you with icy hot?
Good for joint pain..
Also burns like a mother fucker if you get it in your eyes. Has a referee EVER checked your fingers before a match? EVER?
No..
Then put icy hot all over your fingers. When the match starts, walk out, call for a lock up, then rake his fucking eyes. Rub that sht right in his eyes. Blind him. A man who can’t see can’t fight.
I was looking more for a scientific edge, a mental advantage going into the match, rather than every dirty little trick imaginable..
So you came to me?
You always seemed on top of it in the ring, psychologically. You always seemed to know exactly what your opponent was going to do, before he did it..
Because I cheated. When you cheat, you can win easily.
Win if you can, lose if you must, but ALWAYS cheat!
Get into his head. Get his playbook. Find out what he’s planning. Either do it the “legal” way and watch a whole bunch of tape, scout his moves, find out what exactly he’s planning.. Or find someone to turn on him.
Like my best friend..
Your best friend won’t make for much of an effect Trojan Horse.. The Horse is only effective because they don’t see it coming. Your best friend would be detected immediately.
No, you don’t understand.. This is already happening.. And I didn’t even realize it.. Pierce, you’re a doll. Thanks man.
He stands up and makes his way out of the visitation area. The armed guard gives him a bit of a nod, pushes a button, then escorts him out the door. I’m not letting him get away though. I’ve got to get the last word in.. and get the advantage myself.
Got any cigarettes man? They’re like a currency in here..
One more year.. And I‘ll be free.. And I can fix these wrongs. Doing nobody no good behind a bulletproof wall..
Sometime in my absence, that changed.
In 2008, I left the company because I disagreed with upper management. In particular, I thought Alex Sean was a piece of trash who was only out to serve himself and his own agendas and had no business being in power. And he gave me a choice, either play by my rules.. Or leave.. So I left. And in the time I was away, I followed the WFWF a little bit. I seen stupidity such as the perennial mid carder Yukio Blaze being shoehorned into a Pay Per View main event, to “replace” me.. I seen the “rise” of Trace Demon.. Alex Sean pretty much did as he pleased for a while and ultimately, the WFWF championship came up devalued.. Not since Johnny Michaels’ reign of terror did someone do so much damage to the company by sheer incompetence. And when things fell apart.. Alex Sean quit. Because he is a chicken and a slime of a human. The WFWF championship got passed around like a hot potato through controversy and just nonsense.. And ultimately.. The championship came up devalued..
This effects me.
This angers me.
You see, I’ve done something for longer than any man or woman, to be topical, has ever done. On March 12, 2012.. I won the WFWF World Heavyweight championship. And for nearly a year.. I’ve held on to the championship. I’ve held the championship for longer in one reign than ANYONE BEFORE ME. Frost, Panzer, Link, The Shape.. These the men who laid the foundation of the company.. None of them held the championship for as long as I have. Not Lenore, either, because no woman is as strong as a man. Destroyer, Raider, Slayer, Total Apocalypse.. The guys who inspired a majority of the roster to come around and do what they do.. None of these men could hold on to the championship for as long as I have, either.. Because none of them are the man that I am.
The contemporaries of the WFWF.. EBR, Zmaster, Drakz, Trace Demon, Thunder, Wayne McGurk, Michael Kyzer.. They couldn’t do it.. And Johnny Michaels. Johnny “The Movie Man” Michaels.. The man who previously set the record for championship length.. This GOON who couldn’t LACE MY BOOTS who did everything he could in his reign to AVOID ME.. Because he knew I was a dangerous man.. To remove his name from the record books as the longest reigning champion in history.. To me, that’s almost more gratifying than the act itself. It’s like sex. You enjoy sex. You enjoy the climb there.. But the climax and the end result is what you want and to me, the climax was to remove the FARCE of a champion Johnny Michaels as the longest reigning champion.
Unlike Johnny Michaels and his “record setting reign”, I’ve defended the championship and I’ve set a record worth setting. Michael Kyzer.. The unsinkable ship, the unbeatable challenge.. People said when he won the title, he’d never lose it. Not only did I beat him for it, I BEAT HIM IN DEFENSE OF IT! Raider, “the living legend of the WFWF”.. He’s back for a second run.. And he’s coming for my title! I beat his ass, pinned him clean, and retained my championship and he hasn’t been seen since!
Hutton Brown, “the XWA legend” that and $1.25 will get you a cup of coffee. Hutton thought it was smart to try to muck up my business and I ended his career and cripple him! Fuck you, Hutton Brown. If we’re ever in a building that’s wheelchair accessible, and you can find someone to push your little wheel chair down that ramp, I’ll spit in your face and knock your wheel chair over, so your cock sucking ass falls on the ground. I’ll stomp your crippled neck. But Hutton Brown knows he got it easy. That’s why I can walk on TV wearing an elbow pad that “belongs” to him, I can walk around calling myself “The Rated X Superstar” and I can call a god damn bum with one arm by the name “Hutton Brown” and Hutton doesn’t do anything about it, because he KNOWS I’ll bend him over, shove his head down, tell him to bite the pillow because I’m going in dry and I’ll fuck his ass! Hutton KNOWS he’s my personal bitch and thus.. He stays away..
Now… Now there are “contenders” who would struggle to get an International title shot “in the good old days”. Not just talking about Hutton Brown, either.. Because now.. Now winning a tournament simply means that you are next in line for the title if you want to be and losing a tournament means nothing. Scarlett Quinn. The WFWF’s second generation rookie sensation. The daughter of Wayne and Vanessa McGurk. You know, the same Wayne McGurk that could never beat me. The same Wayne McGurk that I just about crippled in one of my first defenses of the World Heavyweight title, the first time around. The same Wayne McGurk who was successful not for his wrestling abilities, but for the fact that he was almost seven feet tall and three hundred pounds.
In this day and age of the WFWF, his daughter, the same girl who to ride her bicycle around empty arenas and thought the wrestling ring, once assembled, was her own personal jungle gym, Scarlett. She’s all grown up now! All five foot four inches, hundred and twenty pounds, looking like my high school daughter body frame wise of her. Everything that Wayne McGurk had positive had, the size.. The power.. The muscle.. Scarlett lacks. Everything negative that Vanessa McGurk brought to the table.. The exploitiveness.. The gender inequality, the lack of size.. Those are the traits that Scarlett has.. But in today’s WFWF, because Scarlett was the last of the last left, because she didn’t get put over the top rope and because her and her dyke friend can beat up a cripple and a intellectually- disabled person, she’s now a legitimate title contender. Go figure, right?
Then there’s Cam Nitta. If you were to take Scarlett Quinn and clone her into a male what you’d essentially come out with is Cam Nitta. Here’s an undersized, scrappy KID and I use that word to be as hateful as possible, who in “the good old days” of WFWF would’ve floundered with the other ethnic stereotypes like Miguel Sanchez at the bottom of the card. But in today’s WFWF.. In today’s WFWF because he shows up every week and has about a fifty percent win ratio, his lack of size, skills, or anything that makes him particularly unique is looked past, because in today’s WFWF, simply showing up and being seen for long enough makes you stand out from the crowd!
And then there’s Mak Cross. Mak illustrates the latter point nicely. Mak is average. When I was coming up, Mak Cross probably would’ve been embroiled in a never ending feud with Tha CBT, because much like Mak, Tha CBT didn’t have anything particularly special about him. Average size, average wrestling abilities, average look.. And when Tha CBT and I tangled.. Every single time, it was one, two, three. CBT’s shoulders to the mat. SEVEN DIFFERENT TIMES and in three federations, I pinned his shoulders or forced him to submit.
And ultimately.. Me and my people were responsible for the MURDER of Tha CBT.
A person who I’ve recently realigned with murdered Tha CBT.
He was found guilty in front of a tribunal of his peers and served prison time.
Mak Cross, realize what you’re doing.. Messing with me, trying to fiddle with me.. The last time you got stabbed in the dick with a needle. I wasn’t out to end you then, just send a message. I was out to send a message that you are everything wrong with the WFWF, this attitude that if you stick around long enough, it’ll eventually be your turn with the championship. I’d call it “The Yukio Blaze Philosophy” to mock it, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t bring me back to my original point, that when I packed my bags and left this god forsaken company in 2008, that Yukio wasn’t inserted in my place in the World Heavyweight title match.
Don’t be Yukio, Mak.
No one wants to be Yukio.[/color]
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“All or Nothing” by KMFDM begins to play over the P/A system and Phillip Schneider makes his way through the curtain, wearing black breakaway pants, a yellow hoodie with the hood up, and a hockey mask.
Samael Ahriman: A new look for the WFWF Heavyweight champion.
Alecia Matthews: And a clone apparently, look over there!
A second man, dressed exactly the same, has come from the west side of the crowd. And a third from the east. Two more from the north side opposite the ramp. One crawls from underneath the ring. The camera pans up, one comes down on a zipline from the ceiling, the only difference in his attire to the rest of them being a safety harness. Three more Schneider’s make their way down the entrance ramp. They are literally swarming to the ring. Fifty, maybe more..
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is going on here?
Samael Ahriman: I don’t know, but it’s making me wish I had a pair of breakaway pants, a yellow hoody, and a hockey mask, just so I could blend in. I think I’d be less likely to be hurt if I looked like them..
The men all dressed alike are filling the ring. David Brennan takes a corner, trying to keep an eye on all of them, but failing as they are coming from all directions. There’s about twenty of them in the ring. The rest fill ringside, some filling the ramp. More are still coming from the crowd. One climbs on top of the announce table.[/b]
Alecia Matthews: This is one of the most unusual sites I’ve seen in all my time here in the WFWF. We’ve got these clones everywhere.. They’re on our table, they’re around ringside, they’re coming from the ceiling, they’re coming from under the ring..
Samael Ahriman: And while the odds were fairly even before.. The New Epoch decommissioned.. I really don’t like the chances for David Brennan now. There’s gotta be 60 guys out here. We assume one of them is Phillip Schneider, they entered to his entrance music.. Maybe Schneider’s still to come. Would it really make a difference if it’s 60 on 1 or 61 on 1?
Alecia Matthews: It may already be 61 on 1. We don’t have an accurate count on these guys. And who knows how many there are? I see them in the crowd, I’ve been beeped and told they are roaming around the concession area. This is all making me VERY uneasy.. Look through the crowd. See the guys in the yellow hoodies? Literally everywhere? Those are these guys.
Samael Ahriman: What if Schneider isn’t even behind this? David Brennan has a questionable past and what if this flash mob is here to correct this past?
David Brennan is trying to stay in the corner, but he’s been shoved into the middle of the mob. The clones have made their way behind him, pushing him towards the center, other clones opening space in front of him as the space behind him is filled. Finally, one clone unmasks himself. Directly behind David Brennan, the clone pulls off his hockey mask and throws it aside. He pulls down his hood, then peels off the hoody and throws it aside. It’s Phillip Schneider.. Directly behind David Brennan. The clones start to clear out of the ring. Schneider gets a jump on the match with a big forearm from behind and some stomps. A few clones get kicks in on their way out, others just stepping on David Brennan as he lays on the ground, trying to cover up.[/b]
Alecia Matthews: I have literally never seen anything like this, in all my time in wrestling..
With the flash mob disappearing just as quickly as they appeared, the bell sounds and the match is under way. Schneider breaks away the break away pants that he wore when entering with the flash mob. He’s down to vinyl shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Schneider hammers at Brennan. Brennan hooks an ankle and takes Schneider to the mat. Schneider with a head and arm clinch on Brennan flips him over, then takes the back. Schneider trying to lock in a choke hold. Brennan flips to his butt and scrambles out.
Samael Ahriman: I think David Brennan was pretty thrown off by Schneider’s entrance. Let’s hope he can get his head in the game or this is going to be a very short Heavyweight title match.
Brennan able to escape the clutches of Schneider. Both men to a vertical base. Schneider throws a big back elbow. Duck from Brennan. Brennan with a palm strike. Side step from Schneider. Schneider steps in and tries to grab a side headlock, but Brennan whips Schneider into the ropes. Schneider with a rebound. Brennan catches him and tries to hip toss Schneider. Schneider lands on his feet and tries to hip toss Brennan. Brennan lands on his feet and darts into the ropes. Rebound. Brennan going high, Schneider drops low. Brennan with a leap frog over Schneider and into the far ropes. Schneider up. Schneider rebounds off the other ropes. The two meet back in the center of the ring. Both go for clotheslines and it’s a double down.[/b]
Samael Ahriman Well this certainly isn’t the type of match I was expecting?
Alecia Matthews What were you expecting?
Brennan slowly crawls to the corner, retrieving his bottle of Jack Daniels. Reluctantly since there are several shots left, he smashes the bottle on the ring post. Schneider has went to the corner, where Percy, who has appeared apparently from the flash mob, passes him in a glove of knives.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: Something more like this.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan’s got a broken bottle.. Schneider has a FUCKING FREDDY KRUEGER KNIFE GLOVE!
The two men approach each other at the center of the ring. Both nod in recognition that the other has acquired a weapon of choice and circle around. It’s a duel at the O.K. Carole in the center of the ring. Brennan lunges with the broken bottle. Drop toe hold from Schneider and Brennan drops and loses the bottle. Rear chin lock from Schneider. He grabs Brennan’s face and pushes the knife blades to Brennan’s forehead. Immediately, crimson pours from five wounds, Brennan’s face immediately unrecognizable as Schneider drags the knives across his face.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: My GOD! He’s trying to cut David Brennan’s face off!
Alecia Matthews: One… two… Schneider’s coming for you..
Schneider releases Brennan’s head.. But moves to the back. One hard jab with the knife glove and then Schneider drags the knives across Brennan’s skin. The tight skin on David Brennan’s back separates and pours blood, the knives cutting all the way down to the fatty white skin under the meat and Brennan’s blood pumping almost black it’s so thick. Brennan tries to crawl away but is loosing blood at such a rapid rate that an escape is futile.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: I realize the WFWF is pretty much like the wild west, but someone needs to call 911 RIGHT NOW. David Brennan needs an ambulance and Schneider needs to be arrested for attempted MURDER.
Alecia Matthews: No shit. The wrestling is over. This is manslaughter at this point.
Samael Ahriman: And we’re witnesses..
Schneider pulls a single knife from the glove. Brennan is able to pull himself to his feet on the ropes but his back is screwed. It’s literally gaped open. And his face is pouring blood like a low water pressure faucet. Schneider, with his single knife, approaches Brennan and stabs him in the back of the left quadriceps. The knife goes all the way in Brennan’s leg and Brennan goes down. Luckily, police and paramedics were in attendance. They swarm the ring. The cops have their guns drawn.. Schneider grinds his foot into the wounds on Brennan’s back. A paramedic tries to get into the ring and Percy pulls a gun and shoots him. Cops open fire on Percy, then on Schneider. A paramedic scrambles into the ring and screams “we’re too late, he’s gone, there’s no pulse, there’s no pulse.[/b]
Samael Ahriman: ………..what the fuck….
Alecia Matthews: …………..what the fuck….
Police swarm.. Schneider is cuffed…[/b]
And we fade to black. This dream sequence comes to an unfortunate end. Percy’s dead, I’m shot and going to prison and David Brennan is dead. Coming out of Survival of the Fittest, I had such tunnel vision on David Brennan that this dream I’ve had probably isn’t far off from the reality of what would’ve happened at Psycho Circus, or whatever the WFWF would’ve named the Pay Per View if it were me and Brennan.
But I have to refocus my attention. The only confrontation I’m going to have with David Brennan happens not on Pay Per View, but in a dream world. And yes, I am a Dream Warrior. I rule this world like I rule the real world. The fun part of the dream world is I can murder, maul, and rip people apart without consequence. There is no reality to it, and therefore court jurisdiction doesn’t hold. So I can kill David Brennan. Courts still look at first degree pre-meditated murder as first degree pre-meditated murder, regardless of it being within the context of pro wrestling, so within the context of pro wrestling, I have to ensure that I only severely injure my opponents, and not kill them.
It’s a shame too. Cutting into the muscles and cutting down to that fatty tissue really excites me. The type of injury that surgical grade steel is required for.. Wonder how much I really COULD get away with.. I’ll be locked inside of a cage with three human guinea pigs at Psycho Circus.. Maybe I’ll experiment.
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2/2/12
Sitting in this room… Dark and gloom.. Four walls look to me to be held… Sitting in this room, I want to die. I want to die I want to die I want to.. Die.. But in this room, dark and gloom, four walls of hell I’d rather be inside a tomb. Sitting in this room.. I want to die I want to die I want to.. Die.. Death is in this room.. And you know death is the only thing on my mind..
These aren’t the words of Pierce Deville.. These are the words of GG Allin. I first heard this song many years ago and what I thought was “wow, this is a sappy bullshit song from a loser junkie.. But when I got arrested.. When my days consisted of sleeping, eating.. And sitting in a ten by eight concrete cell.. I got the meaning of the song. It’s a song about being alone. A song about prison.. Yeah, it made sense to me.
When I go from the highest of the highs to the lowest of the low with one action. When I go from main eventing Pay Per View and set to make six figures.. To being locked in a cell and fed three squares a day of bread, beans, and water.. Yeah, certain things start to make sense to me.
And when I have all the time in the world to just sit and think.. I get a lot of time to think vengeance. To plot the ways I want to kill Phillip Schneider and EBR.. The guys who I blamed for me being in here. Seven hundred Forty six for Schneider and Seven hundred nineteen for EBR, I believe is the running total..
But I also got a lot of time to sit and look at the only person sitting in the room with me. I got a chance to sit and look at Pierce Deville. And I realized I don’t like Pierce Deville very much. I realized he’s not a very good person. I realized a lot of Pierce Deville hobbies sicken me. You know, for the first month.. I wanted those hobbies. Smoking is cool and I got the nicotine cravings but you know what? No cigarettes in maximum security prison. I wanted coke.. And no coke to be found in solitary confinement.. I was popping pharmaceuticals like skittles and when I had the chance to sit back and look at what I was doing.. I realized I didn’t like it.
And now, now I’ve seen no one else really liked it either.
Because I’ve been here for almost four years now. Five year sentence.. Four served.. And not a single visitor.
Until today.
I see my former friend walking into my reality. The cold, somber, sterile.. Blank grey concrete walls.. Cold and loveless.. My home. He looks really uncomfortable and nervous.. And him being nervous makes my buddy in “prisoner correction” nervous because he’s keeping his hand close to his gun at all times. When I see Schneider for the first time, I almost don’t even recognize him, what with his mop of shaggy blonde hair. He had just started dying his hair blonde and letting it grow out when I last seen him. He looks dirty and like he hasn’t slept in a month. I was worried about my appearances, but frankly.. I look dapper in comparison to him. Slicked back blonde hair accentuating the sharp angles of my stony face and a smile that proffers my hardened look rather than softening it.. He approaches the bulletproof glass window and grabs the phone. Probably the only place you’ll still find a corded phone is prison. I’ve already got mine. Let’s talk, Philly boy.
My word, how mortals take the gods to task! All their afflictions come from us, we hear. And what of their own failings? Greed and folly, double the suffering in the lot of man. See how Aigisthos, for his double portion, stole Agamemnon's wife and killed the soldier on his homecoming day. And yet Aigisthos knew what doom lay in this
What the hell are you talking about?
You don’t remember that quote, dear friend? It was that, as a greeting, that you first greeted me. You thought that quoting the high school novel “The Odyssey” and relating it to our plight in the WFWF would make you seem like a far more intellectual person than you truly are.
And we‘re off to a good start. The first friendly face I‘ve seen in years and I‘m already back to being the old Deville, insulting him for no reason. I guess when you haven‘t talked to anyone but yourself for several years, the first speech you relate to is the last used.[/b]
So how’s prison been treating you, Pierce? You look healthy..
Oh, so that’s how it is? We’re going to get into a verbal sparring match are we now chap? Because sitting in here, alone, all the time, I’ve had a lot of time to test my wit with mind control games and I’m guessing my wit is sharper than your’s. Want to whip out our dicks and compare sizes a bit? I bet mine’s bigger.
No Pierce, what happens in prison, stays in prison.
Touche.
Nicely played.
I’m here for your advise. You’re a master of the game of human chess..
I’m also a master of the actual game of chess, so I’ve learned through the prison’s game room.. But go on.
14-0!
I’ve got this match at the Pay Per View, with Kyzer..
Conceded bastard, he is.
Just once I would‘ve liked to tangle with the one they called “Kyzer“. When they seen The Deville come around and they seen what The Deville was all about.. The first thing they could say was “what would happen if The Deville faced Kyzer?”. And you can‘t have Ali vs. Tyson.. But we could‘ve had The Deville vs. Kyzer.. If he would‘ve just nutted up and took the bait..[/b]
It’s for the Heavyweight title, the World title..
And your nerves are getting to you. You’ve got stage freight. You don’t know what to expect out of him..
I’m just at my wit’s end, honestly. I’ve been alone for the last month and it’s driving me crazy.
Right.. A month alone is driving you crazy. I was still going through withdraws a month alone, too fucked up on the lack of my own vices to even realize I WAS alone all the time.. I’d like to let this cockboy see my life for just a week, to show him exactly what he and his Canadian buddy caused me.. But that would be vengeance, not forgiveness. I’ve come too far to revert back to vengeance.
Your daughter, you don’t see her any more?
The last two weekends that I’ve supposed to have custody of her, she’s made other plans. We got into it a bit, twice, due to some discipline issues.. Typical young teenage girl stuff, shoplifting and getting caught by TMZ, getting caught with condom wrappers, you know..
Teenage girl.. How old is she now, Samantha was it?
Not old enough, don’t even go there.
I laugh. It‘s not where I was planning on going.. But how much of a mindfulk would it be for him to know Daddy‘s Darling Daughter was slobbing on the knob of The Deville? That I split her and one hit quit her? I‘d even dab a bit of KY and jam it in her chocolate eye, just to brag and rub it in his face that I did it.
I’m a suave mother fucker, Schneider. You know how much pussy I got on the outside? I could talk the panties off of any woman I wanted to and they never even knew they were being scammed. They thought it was love at first sight, because they looked into my eyes, they seen the sparkle in my eyes and my “genuine” grin, they seen this nice guy that was talking to them in a way that no other guy ever had, due to my unmatched natural charisma, and they were swept off of their feet and into my bed, or where ever I was taking them to for a romp between the sheets.. But in here.. In here the closest I ever get to female contact is when the nurse gives me my twice a year physical. You know what it’s like to get all of your sexual gratification from a 40 something woman touching you with rubber gloves, in the least sexual way possible, while some brooding guard who think’s he’s hard stands there and stares at your naked ass, just waiting for you to make even the slightest move, so he can put led in your ass? You know what that’s like, to jerk off to the same touch that comes but every six months?
No, I don’t, because I’ve never been to prison.
Vengeance. I feel the feeling of vengeance and my blood is boiling. Right about now, I‘d like to just wrap my hands around Philly boy‘s neck until he turns blue, then skullfuck him the rest of the way to death while calling him “Smurfette“. I‘d do so in such a dramatic fashion that they‘d go on Urban Dictionary and they‘d write that sexual act as “The Deville“.
Look Phil, way seven forty seven for me to kill you!
And you’ve never been to prison because you and your Canadian buddy let old Pierce take the fall. You sent old Pierce up the river for the crimes we all committed. You know you wanted to kill Tha CBT. You know it irritated you to no end that no matter how many times you beat him down, no matter how many times you brutalized him and bloodied him, that he always came back for more. And when he did it, he always had a lot to say about you. It drove you crazy. That’s just how you operate. You let these tapeworms get under your skin, into your head. You know you’re better than these pieces of trash, but you take to heart what they say, and you listen to what they say, until you believe it or until you snap..
Rather than talking, I‘d like to be carving his thighs with a surgical scalpel.. Just to butterfly them back together, left outside to right inside, right outside to left inside. Then when he‘s a one legged man, a giant caterpillar with arms.. I put my foot to his back, grab his arms behind his back, and surf his face into the ground. Way seven forty eight, the caterpillar stomp..
And when you snap, oh when you snap.. You’ve got a bit of a temper to you, don’t you? That’s why you and EBR came to old Pierce and said “Piercy, we’ve got this problem see, with Tha CBT see, and we want you to eliminate this problem. Your dogs, that rabies one we looked at, he’s an attack dog, right? You can sick him on Tha CBT and kill him with rabies, right?” Remember that conversation? You said you were cashing in the favor, you personally said that.. You were cashing in the favor about me asking you to help me test that little smoke and mirrors invisibility cloak of mine.. And I believed you, because Schneider, you’ve got a way about you and a way with words that makes someone believe you. They know that deep down inside, you’re full of shit, but they still believe you, because you’ve just got that quality about you that makes people think “you know, maybe this guy is right”. You manipulate people. You manipulate people’s emotions and you use them. I like that quality about you. The fact that when you first meet someone, you can instantly assess their value to you and what they have that you’d like to get from them, be it knowledge, material possessions, prestige, or nothing. You know when you see someone if you can destroy them conventionally or if you need to go through unconventional means to stop them from taking your spotlight. I should’ve seen your setup of me coming long before it happened, Schneider. That belt you’re going after now.. That would’ve been mine in 2008 and it’d still be mine, if you and your buddy hadn’t sent me down the river..
I only stop my rant because I need to catch my breath. Years ago when I had a decent diet and regular gym access, regular humpidy bumpidy, I could‘ve ranted for days.. Never lost my breath. But spending my days just sitting around and breathing the same air over and over.. I‘ve developed a bit of asthma. I compare it to the geeks who just sit and play on the computer all day. Certain amount of laziness, certain amount of unhealthiness. Vicious circle of health problems is all it creates, it does.[/color]
If it makes you feel any better, I ended up dropping out of that PPV match too. Quit the federation as a whole.
And let me guess.. You took a sabbatical from wrestling due to a contract dispute with a power hungry owner. He told you to do one thing, you said no, took your ball and went home. But home wasn’t the place for you. You had to compensate for something that you missed out on as a child.. Give me a minute.. Backpacking across Europe! School field trip. You were a trouble maker in school, so you didn’t get to go on the big field trip, so when you had a bit of free time and some money in your pocket, you took off to Europe. Didn’t you.
And people said I was wasting my money when I bought the recently released unauthorized biography on Phillip Schneider..[/b]
Nah, I mostly just sat at home and got fat. Tried to play the daddy role for Samantha and she just grew to resent me. Hooked up with this stripper, got her knocked up, and had another kid. She died when she was giving birth, so I became a single father.
So what was it like being a single father in a country you were unfamiliar to?
What are you talking about?
A lot of people have little idiosyncrasies to them that tells when they are lying. A lack of a poker face, as the phrase says. Some people start blinking a lot. Some people start sweating. I had this ex, every time she lied, she would scratch her left side. You, you start talking a little bit faster. Not a lot faster, just a little bit faster. Like you want to get your lie over with. You just did it there.
Check and mate, Philly boy. Told you I was a master of chess.
Are we going to play these psychoanalysis games all day?
See, now you turn to hostility. And honestly, I’m just riding along with this foreplay until you tell me exactly why you came here. You had to have had a reason.
The match with Kyzer.
Oh right, the wrestling match.. Well, why not be a little dirty? You know the old myth, wrestlers cut themselves with tiny razor blades hidden in their tape, to draw blood? If these wrestlers can conceal a razor in their tape, then cut themselves.. Couldn’t you cut Kyzer without the ref seeing? Couldn’t you hide it flat in your tape, so when the ref checks you for weapons, it’s not found? I mean, refs don’t check that well, anyways..
When you‘re in prison, you learn to hide things. You learn how to hide things so no one ever sees them, so when you want to use them, you can. I‘ve got a scrap of porno magazine that I traded two pieces of bread for.. It disappears five minutes until four every afternoon. Guards have not a clue that it exists but those titties that lead to a face that has been torn off.. They exist...
I don’t think the referee will be checking me, at all. Or care if I pull a razor out and start cutting Kyzer. It’s no disqualifications. It’s a no rope barbed wire match.
Oh, bravo good sir. How’d you manage to get that one?
Manipulation.
He winks at me. He thinks he‘s being cute right now, throwing my own rant back in my face. I‘d like to put him into an arm bar, and press my heel into his teeth until all of his top teeth pop out.. Shove my heel into his mouth like a ball gag and then break his arm. When he screams, he swallows his teeth and chokes to death. Way number seven forty nine. Being around him just makes me want to kill him even more and I‘m quickly forgetting all the things I learned in my recovery class. I have to forgive him, for he knows not what he does. I must let go what he does and live and let live....[/color]
What else‘ve you got?
How familiar are you with icy hot?
Good for joint pain..
Also burns like a mother fucker if you get it in your eyes. Has a referee EVER checked your fingers before a match? EVER?
No..
Then put icy hot all over your fingers. When the match starts, walk out, call for a lock up, then rake his fucking eyes. Rub that sht right in his eyes. Blind him. A man who can’t see can’t fight.
I was looking more for a scientific edge, a mental advantage going into the match, rather than every dirty little trick imaginable..
So you came to me?
You always seemed on top of it in the ring, psychologically. You always seemed to know exactly what your opponent was going to do, before he did it..
Because I cheated. When you cheat, you can win easily.
Win if you can, lose if you must, but ALWAYS cheat!
Get into his head. Get his playbook. Find out what he’s planning. Either do it the “legal” way and watch a whole bunch of tape, scout his moves, find out what exactly he’s planning.. Or find someone to turn on him.
Like my best friend..
Your best friend won’t make for much of an effect Trojan Horse.. The Horse is only effective because they don’t see it coming. Your best friend would be detected immediately.
No, you don’t understand.. This is already happening.. And I didn’t even realize it.. Pierce, you’re a doll. Thanks man.
He stands up and makes his way out of the visitation area. The armed guard gives him a bit of a nod, pushes a button, then escorts him out the door. I’m not letting him get away though. I’ve got to get the last word in.. and get the advantage myself.
Got any cigarettes man? They’re like a currency in here..
One more year.. And I‘ll be free.. And I can fix these wrongs. Doing nobody no good behind a bulletproof wall..
I dont know good luck 
ing bomb and anyone who does not care for them should be taken off of this earth.