Post by erikblack on Jul 27, 2017 14:14:58 GMT -6
FYI..this was a losing rp
Joey Flash. It's nice to meet you. It's always good to see a champions name on the other side of the word versus. I do want you to know that I am your worst nightmare. It's something that I need you to understand. I need you to put your ego aside for one moment and let that fact sink into your brain. Im your worst nightmare. That is a fact, Mr. Flash.
You see...Ive been studying you, Joey. It's what I do. I study. I look for weaknesses. I look for any weak point I can find. I see quite a few in you, Joey. Im sure you're wondering exactly what I am talking about. Sure..On the outside you're probably throwing out things like "This fuccboi Cray Cray" or "This fuccboi needs to learn his fuckin place." But deep down...away from the spotlight..away from the cameras and everyone who looks at you like the champion you are..Youre wondering exactly what I see.
What I see is a very unoriginal man. You're trying so desperately to be Johnny Fly. You're obsessed with it. Of all the records you've broken...Of all the accolades you've accomplished..Youre still looked at as only second best. He is the Muhamed Ali to your Mike Tyson. You can tear through the competition all day and night...But you will forever be in his shadow. That's eating you alive, isn't it, Joey? It's eating you alive knowing that you will never be out of his shadow. You will never be thought of as the best this company has ever seen. Hmph. Those thoughts are what leads to failure, Joey. Those thoughts cause mistakes...and a man of your skill can not afford to make mistakes.
You probably noticed that I called you unoriginal. And you're wondering exactly how? You're Joey Flash, right? Well...Its your need to be Johnny Fly. You see...Johnny Fly once aired a promo about how to be world champion. It was a how to guide to being the reigning WCF world champion. It's quite famous. Now..rewind your mind back a few weeks to Rise Up. Rewind it back to your match against Steven Singh. What's this a see? You did the same thing? Dude you really air the same thing Johnny Fly did? Being World Champion for Dummies? Very unoriginal, Joey. You should be ashamed of yourself for stealing Johnny Fly's ideas. It's truly sad that you would stoop so low..... I understand that you want to be Johnny Fly..but lets atlesst try to be original here...shall we? But wait...there is more.
Now..While you outright stole Johnny Fly's promo....You don't come off any different than anyone else in Pantheon. I find it hard to pick you out of the crowd. When I watch a Joey Flash promo, I might as well be watching Jared Holmes or Wade Moor. You three are exactly the same. You have the same mannerisms. You use the same words. It always fuccboi tho. Fuccboi that. It's almost as if you have a team of directors that film you three and they just hold up the same cue cards for all three of you. It's truly sad, Joey..Because you are the WCF World Champion. You are supposed to be unique. You are supposed to be your own person, but you are not. You are simply a man who copies what others are...And you don't even try to hide it. Im sure you don't even notice it. That is truly sad, Joey. It truly is. A man of your stature needs to be his own man. He shouldn't be a cardboard cutout of the next guy. He should be a man who stands out in a crowd. You do not, Mr. Flash.
Now lets talk about that bullshit you think is skill. You are fast. You punch hard. But there isn't really anything else of note. It's simply another Mike Tyson reference. Yes..Tyson tore through the competition. He destroyed his foes with his near perfect mix of speed and punching power. But what happened when he came across a highly skilled boxer? I'll give you a moment to think about that. Finished? When faced with a guy with some actual boxing skill, Mike Tyson was relegated to biting his ear off. That's what you're facing this week, Joey. You're facing someone clearly more skilled in the ring. You're facing a man better than you in every way. Im talking about myself, Joey. Im trained by the Gracies. I have the kind of skills that make those like you look like fools in the ring..
You see..In my trainings...I was always taught to keep a clear mind. If your mind becomes clouded, you make mistakes. When you make mistakes...You fail...You lose, Joey. You barely made it past Steven Singh....A man with a mouth of gold...But lacks the skills needed. How will you fair against a man clearly more adept at fighting than you? Your mind isn't clear, Joey. The fact that you feel the need to be Johnny Fly clouds your mind. It makes you sloppy. It forces mistakes. You can't make those mistakes against Crazy J and myself. On the outside, you tell the world that you are the best. In your head? You know you aren't. Those thoughts are what will cause you to fall, Joey. It will cause you to do something you have done in a year....lose. And it will feel good. It will be momentous she Crazy J and I have our hands raised in victory...All while you lay there thinking about what Johnny Fly would have done in that situation. Would he have sighed where you zagged? Would he have rolled out of the ring to take a breather...where you simply came at us full tilt? The questions will be endless for you, Joey. They'll race through your mind. You will have no answers. And you will take those thoughts in Timebomb where Steven Singh will take your belt.
You would have enough trouble, Joey, if it were just me. After all..Im the more skilled man between the two of us. I've built a career on going into houses and killing men like yourself out of the ring. I've built a career on embarrassing men like yourself inside the ring. But I am not alone. I have Crazy J by my side. He is a man who can take a tremendous amount of punishment. It is really intimidating to see. This is a man who simply keeps coming..No matter what you throw at him. He just doesn't stay down. He isn't a man I see either of you being able to keep down for those few short seconds you would need.
Crazy J and I have known each other for many years. He is a man I call brother..but we have really had many tag team matches. Is that a problem? No. We have known each other long enough to know what the other can accomplish in any situation. He knows my skill. I know his ability to walk through a mine field and come out of the other side. He may be carrying his own leg in his arms..but he'll use it as a weapon. He's a very dangerous man. Together we make a team worthy of greatness. While Captain Pantheon and yourself are nothing more than an unoriginal man and his biggest fan.
You've noticed by now that Im not up in arms about facing you. Im not treating this as if it were the biggest match of my wrestling career. And Im sure you must be quite annoyed by that fact. After all..You have an ego bigger than my own..AnD I do admit to having a fairly large ego. I simply can't force myself into thinking that way, Joey. Yes you are the reigning WCF Champion. Yes you haven't lost a match in a year. But Am I supposed to act like a schoolgirl at a Justin Beiber concert? I simply can't do that. Im better than you, Joey. I can't bring myself to acting like this is a big deal. And I wont. You're going to lose. And you're going to bring Captain Pantheon down with you in what will be a downward spiral for yourself. Good luck with that, Joey. Truly..Good luck with that. And I mean that. Im not some two faced monster. I say good luck....because you will need it to survive my symphony of violence.
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Dealing with the media: Chapter One
Things had not gone very well for Zero Tolerance. Their bank account had been hacked and while only a fraction of the money there was taken, it was still hacked. That was a problem. To pile even more shit onto an already big pile of shit, Crazy J had wasted nearly half a million dollars on a lemonade stand. Crazy J usually came through when it came to making money. This time? Well..It was all a waste. To say that Erik was annoyed would be a massive understatement.
And now, because the hack was as big as it was, Erik had to face the media. It wasn't something that he liked to do. Reporters generally annoyed him. He would much rather have someone else to do it.
It was around noon when Erik took to the podium. He wore a charcoal grey suit. He looked as confident as he ever did. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the crowd of reporters who stared at Erik and the black and white ZT logo that served as the backdrop.
"As most of you already know, Zero Tolerance is the victim of a cyber attack. Money was taken from our account. While this amount was fairly minor, we still have security concerns.", Erik said into the mic. His voice was emotionless as always.
A hand rose. Erik pointed to a frail looking blonde haired woman who wore a black dress. She looked like a grizzled old reporter who had spent some time under cover. Erik sighed to himself. He really didn’t want to answer any questions.
"How much was taken?", She asked. Erik eyed her for a moment. "I am not at liberty to tell anyone that information. Everything is still under investigation", Erik answered as best he could. There was a loud sigh in the room that came from multiple people.
Another hand raise. This time it was a rather old man in a black suit. "Do you know where the attack originated from?", He asked. Erik shook his head. "As I said, everything is still under investigation. At this point, we do not know who did the attack or where it came from. We will continue looking until we find the culprit.", Erik answered
Without getting many answer, no one in the crowd really had any questions. Erik paused for a moment. "If there are no more questions.", Erik started, hoping there were no more questions. He didn’t have any answers. A hand rose. Erik sighed. The hand belonged to a woman. She had to be in her mid fifties. She look professional as if she had came from a national news outlet. She had black hair, wore a red pant suit, and had the makeup of a clown. It was really caked on there.
"Can you tell us anything about the rape allegations against you?", She blurted out. ERik caught his breathe. Rape? He'd never raped anyone. This was the first time he had even heard about such allegations. Erik was speachless. He didn’t know what to say. The crowd of reporters went into an uproar. Erik tried to quiet them down. When he couldn’t, he simply walked off stage.
As he got into his car, it suddenly hit him. He didn’t know if he was framed or if this was just a rumor, but he did know one thing. That one thing was a simple fact. Whoever had taken the money...Whoever had taken Jason Cash and his family....Had started this too. So Erik took out his phone. He dialed a few numbers. "Jaymz. I don’t know why the fuck I'm even calling you. I could just say this outloud. I've been accused of rape. We have to get to the bottom of this.", Erik said into the phone. He threw the phone into the passenger seat of his white BMW.
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Captain Pantheon. It's nice to meet you good sir. I can honestly say that I've been wanting to meet you. It's always nice to meet a man who gives it his all every day. You don’t find that kind of thing often. Most people half ass everything..every day. But you do not. You give everything your all no matter what. You've made the most of your career here. You've thrown everything you have into being Joey Flash's biggest fan. When thrown into a tag team with Steven Singh, you made the most of that and the two of your have been on quite a run here in WCF. All of that is commendable. You have my applause. You are truly someone that the children should look up to. If the average person could live their lives the way you are doing...This world would be a much better place. It truly would.
And now that I've talked you up... Which was very true by the way... It's time to tear you down, Cap'n. While youre have given your all to being who you are.... You do not have the skill to compete in the ring. You simply do not. STeven Singh has carried you each time out. If it werent for him, you would be at the bottom of the barrell here. You would be a simple minded jobber with no real ability to rise above that status... But you've had Steven to carry you along with him. I have to ask..what happens when he drops you? I'll tell you. Cap'n... You'll fall back down to the bottom where you belong... Down there with Dion Necurat and Bishop... Down there looking up..Wondering who you're going to idolize next and if they'll take you in.
I'm going to hit you with some cold..hard facts. Number one...Joey Flash doesn’t give a shit about you. He doesn’t care whether you live or die. You mean nothing to him. You are lower than the gum he got stuck on the bottom of his shoe the time he steped in it during high school. He doesn’t give a shit. So while you're idolizing him...Trying to get his attention... He just wants you to go the fuck away. You are a stain upon his existence. You will only slow him down. You will only get in his way. He doesn’t want you there. Why would he? You are simply an overbearing fan.
Number two...He will not save you. He doesn’t give a shit about you, Captain. He doesn’t care about the pain you will go through at Slam. He doesn’t care about how badly you will be beaten. He doesn’t care about your well being. He wont save you from the beating you have coming, Captain. It's a simple fact. He may save you from being pinned. After all..He doesnt want to lose. But he will not save you from getting destroyed. He wont save you from being humiliated in my ring.
Number three.....Your skills are lacking. I understand that you arent exactly an in ring veteran. I understand that you train very hard. I have seen you doing so in your promos...But its just not working out for you. A man like yourself..training for physical combat is like a dyslexic person trying to read without first getting help. It just doesn’t connect in the brain. Now..I'm sure your'e trying to understand exactly what that means. I want you to know that I don’t sugar coat anything. I am a very straightforward guy. I am saying that you are too fucking stupid to actually put that training to work. You are too fucking stupid to understand any of it.
Those are cold...hard facts, Captain. I know they're going to be hard for you to grasp..Given your limited brain capacity of course. I have confidence in you, however. I know that you can, indeed, grasp what I just told you. The question is... What do you do when you do..finally...understand it? Do you sit back and watch as Joey Flash takes the beating? Do you sit back and say "fuck it! he deosnt want me there anyway!"... And watch as HE takes the beating and you leave untouched? Or do you throw it all out and come at Crazy J and I full tilt? Do you knowingly earn even more dissatisfaction from Joey and take a beating the likes of which you never thought possible...All at the same time? That would be two hits that you may not be able to recover from, Captain. You could finally realize that he doesn’t give a shit about you...And feel that mental anquish that so many have felt before you. And you could also be beating into retirement. This could all happen on the same day.. At the same time. The decision is truly yours. And keep in mind that I am givin you a choice. Grasp this knowledge..or ignore it. I can not say that Crazy J will give you much of a choice. That man knows only one thing.....Destruction. That is all he knows. That is all he has ever known. I want you to understand that, Captain. I will give you things that others will not. I will give you the choice.... the opportunity to choose your own path and save yourself pain. Crazy J will not. He will rip your head off before even thinking about who he is doing it to. You have until Slam to decide. I do not care either way.
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Dealing with Media Chapter 2: Who done it?
"It's all over the news"
Erik Black looked to his right where his secretary, Jennifer, sat with a worried look on her face. The two had known each other for years now. She knew everything about Erik, save the killing he'd done. She knew he could never rape a woman. She was concerned about his well being. She knew that even a man like Erik Black would have trouble dealing with everything that was going on. First there was the hack. And now this rape accusation. Erik could only shrug his shoulder, however. He looked at her with his peircing blue eyes, studied her as he did everything. "Just a rumor.", he said. She nodded her head in agreement. AFter all, there had been no police at his door. He did have the entire police for in his pocket, but they would have atleast showed up. He would have known about it before this day.
"Do we know who could have started it?", Jennifer asked. Erik shook his head. "No. I can only guess that it would be the same person who stole our money. We have no answers right now...Only questions.", Erik replied as best he could. Jennifer understood, though she still worried. Erik had to be growing weary over all of this.
The two large double doors that led into Erik's lush office opened up at the push of a button. Erik walked into the office and stopped to admire his large sharktank. A grey reefshark swam in circles. Erik admired it's beauty. It moved gracefully through the water with no care in the world. Erik found himself jealous of the shark. It had no worries. It was fed every day, which was all it needed. The shark simply swam with no worries. He made his way to his bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. It was his favorite drink. He always drank it over ice. He drank down the glass and poured another. He took it over to his mohgany desk. The desk itself stuck out among all the white that was Erik's office.
"Who could it be?", Erik thought to himself. He'd found a stack of papers and had brought them in his briefcase. He began to look over them. They were files about all of ZT's enemies over the years. There was the Clawz organization. They were rivals, but Zero Tolerance had taken them down. And there was the man who had put ZT together. Erik didn’t understand any of this. The Clawz had been destroyed in a raid by Jaymz and Erik himself. The guy who had put Zero Tolerance together had been killed in a plane crash that was planned and organized by Erik himself. They had no enemies out there anymore. They were all confirmed dead. There was no one else. These thoughts were clouding his mind. It was the last thing he needed before any type of match against Joey Flash..even ifJoey had a bum for a partner. It didn’t matter. These thought were beginning to cloud Erik's mind. Clouded minds lead to mistakes.
"Who are you?", Erik thought as he looked over his text from Jason Cash's phone. "who the fuck are you?", He said outloud. He didn’t know. No one he knew actually knew who this was. All that was known was that Jason had bee taken. His family was taken as well. Money had been stolen from the Zero Tolerance company account. And now there was a rape accusation that was on the news, but there were no visits from police. "Some one is trying to make us look bad.. And doing a damn fine job of it", Erik said to himself. He had to find out who this person was. He had to. There was no doubt about that. He also had to prepare for a very tough match. But if anyone could do it...Erik Black would be that man.
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Symphony of Violence. That’s what I do. I want to ask both of you what that is. Do you know what symphony of violence means? Im sure only one of you has the mental capacity to understand what it means. That man would be Joey Flash...and even he wouldn't really know. The thought that I am a symphony of violence means that I commit beautiful acts of violence. It means I beautifully embarrass who ever the poor fuck across from me is. Watching me commit violent acts is like listening to Mozart or Beethoven. It's simply beautiful. It's in the way I move. It's in the way I have counter attacks for anything my opponent can dream up. It's in the way I make it look easy...effortless. It's truly the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. Joey Flash wouldn't know anything about that kind of stuff, however. He just doesn't have the skills to do it.
You see..Joey Flash is like a small child. He's been told he's good by others so much that he just stopped getting better. I used a Mike Tyson reference earlier. I will use it again. It simply sticks. Joey Flash has torn through the competition much like Mike Tyson did. He's had others whispering in his ear the entire time. "You're great, kid". And like Mike Tyson..Joey Flash has hit a wall. He hasn't grown his in ring skills. He's simply relied on what has worked in the past. Did that help Tyson? No...Tyson retired from boxing a shell of what he once was. It was quite sad to see. And watching Joey Flash is like watching Mike Tyson's downward spiral all over again. He doesn't see it coming of course. He's far too cocky for that...Just like Mike Tyson was. All because others had told him he's already great. But me? Im not. I can see that coming from a mile away. And it all starts at Slam.
Im actually surprised to see Joey even fighting at Slam. He's rarely been seen since he won the belt. He never fights these days. It's almost like its a holiday...A special occasion. While the rest of us are fighting it out, Joey is sitting at home. While guys like myself are training..Josy Flash is thinking about how to be Johnny Fly...Without even realizing that he'll never be Johnny Fly. If the world ended today..He would still only go down as second best. Now..Dont get it twisted. I am better than Joey Flash....in every way. I do not, however, have the accomplishments in WCF that he does. I will soon. Do not worry about that.
But back to Joey. If the world ended, he would go down as second best. And Im sure that eats him up inside. It destroys him. But.. He's just too lazy to change it. If he weren't, he'd be out there dominating..Proving himself. But he isn't...Hes at home..watching...like a typical fan.
Oh but he has the good captain by his side. His biggest fan....A man who has the fighting ability of a small child. A man who will only get in his way. Atleast he will have someone to blame this loss on. It will be a loss. I do not doubt that. Crazy J and I will have our hands raised in victory. The question is...Who will eat the pin? My guess is Joey Flash. He's going to do everything in his power to keep the good captain from costing them the match. And it will end in defeat for him. It will end with him having to march through the symphony of violence that follows everywhere I go. And is he good enough to overcome it? No. No one truly is.
But Im not the only one he has to worry about. There is Crazy J also. A man of pure destruction. We make up what I simply a destructive team. We are a team that will prove extremely resilient. Something that Joey and his fan just...arent.
The two of you are not a team, Joey. You are simply a man and his biggest fan. In order to have the slightest chance at beating Crazy J and myself, you will need to work as a unit. You will need to trust each other. Joey, Do you trust Captain Pantheon to be able to fight either J or myself? Do you really...truly trust him to be able to get the job done? I don’t think so. I know I wouldn’t. So you two arent, in fact, a team. You arent the well oiled machine that Crazy J and myself are. And to beat the two of us? You're going to need to be that machine. You're going to need to be more than you are. To be quite honest...I don’t think you can do it. I don’t see either of you doing what it takes... I just don’t think you have it in you. It's quite funny really. The quote..unquote...great WCF Champion and his biggest fan... Walking into what it so be their demise. It's almost like a movie, isnt it? You have the champion of the house....The man who cant be beaten. You have his cronie.. Going off into the sunset to face off against the evil invading force. Only in this movie? The champion and his cronie are embarassed and never show their faces again.
Zero Tolerance has already had a foot at this roster's perverbial throat. And that was with our low end guys. That was with Salem, Cash with Crazy J. Now? Oh...now the big guns have come to play. And Joey? Captain? We make it a point to do what we say we will do. My name is Erik Black....and I am truly your worst nightmare.
Erik winked at the camera
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Joey Flash. It's nice to meet you. It's always good to see a champions name on the other side of the word versus. I do want you to know that I am your worst nightmare. It's something that I need you to understand. I need you to put your ego aside for one moment and let that fact sink into your brain. Im your worst nightmare. That is a fact, Mr. Flash.
You see...Ive been studying you, Joey. It's what I do. I study. I look for weaknesses. I look for any weak point I can find. I see quite a few in you, Joey. Im sure you're wondering exactly what I am talking about. Sure..On the outside you're probably throwing out things like "This fuccboi Cray Cray" or "This fuccboi needs to learn his fuckin place." But deep down...away from the spotlight..away from the cameras and everyone who looks at you like the champion you are..Youre wondering exactly what I see.
What I see is a very unoriginal man. You're trying so desperately to be Johnny Fly. You're obsessed with it. Of all the records you've broken...Of all the accolades you've accomplished..Youre still looked at as only second best. He is the Muhamed Ali to your Mike Tyson. You can tear through the competition all day and night...But you will forever be in his shadow. That's eating you alive, isn't it, Joey? It's eating you alive knowing that you will never be out of his shadow. You will never be thought of as the best this company has ever seen. Hmph. Those thoughts are what leads to failure, Joey. Those thoughts cause mistakes...and a man of your skill can not afford to make mistakes.
You probably noticed that I called you unoriginal. And you're wondering exactly how? You're Joey Flash, right? Well...Its your need to be Johnny Fly. You see...Johnny Fly once aired a promo about how to be world champion. It was a how to guide to being the reigning WCF world champion. It's quite famous. Now..rewind your mind back a few weeks to Rise Up. Rewind it back to your match against Steven Singh. What's this a see? You did the same thing? Dude you really air the same thing Johnny Fly did? Being World Champion for Dummies? Very unoriginal, Joey. You should be ashamed of yourself for stealing Johnny Fly's ideas. It's truly sad that you would stoop so low..... I understand that you want to be Johnny Fly..but lets atlesst try to be original here...shall we? But wait...there is more.
Now..While you outright stole Johnny Fly's promo....You don't come off any different than anyone else in Pantheon. I find it hard to pick you out of the crowd. When I watch a Joey Flash promo, I might as well be watching Jared Holmes or Wade Moor. You three are exactly the same. You have the same mannerisms. You use the same words. It always fuccboi tho. Fuccboi that. It's almost as if you have a team of directors that film you three and they just hold up the same cue cards for all three of you. It's truly sad, Joey..Because you are the WCF World Champion. You are supposed to be unique. You are supposed to be your own person, but you are not. You are simply a man who copies what others are...And you don't even try to hide it. Im sure you don't even notice it. That is truly sad, Joey. It truly is. A man of your stature needs to be his own man. He shouldn't be a cardboard cutout of the next guy. He should be a man who stands out in a crowd. You do not, Mr. Flash.
Now lets talk about that bullshit you think is skill. You are fast. You punch hard. But there isn't really anything else of note. It's simply another Mike Tyson reference. Yes..Tyson tore through the competition. He destroyed his foes with his near perfect mix of speed and punching power. But what happened when he came across a highly skilled boxer? I'll give you a moment to think about that. Finished? When faced with a guy with some actual boxing skill, Mike Tyson was relegated to biting his ear off. That's what you're facing this week, Joey. You're facing someone clearly more skilled in the ring. You're facing a man better than you in every way. Im talking about myself, Joey. Im trained by the Gracies. I have the kind of skills that make those like you look like fools in the ring..
You see..In my trainings...I was always taught to keep a clear mind. If your mind becomes clouded, you make mistakes. When you make mistakes...You fail...You lose, Joey. You barely made it past Steven Singh....A man with a mouth of gold...But lacks the skills needed. How will you fair against a man clearly more adept at fighting than you? Your mind isn't clear, Joey. The fact that you feel the need to be Johnny Fly clouds your mind. It makes you sloppy. It forces mistakes. You can't make those mistakes against Crazy J and myself. On the outside, you tell the world that you are the best. In your head? You know you aren't. Those thoughts are what will cause you to fall, Joey. It will cause you to do something you have done in a year....lose. And it will feel good. It will be momentous she Crazy J and I have our hands raised in victory...All while you lay there thinking about what Johnny Fly would have done in that situation. Would he have sighed where you zagged? Would he have rolled out of the ring to take a breather...where you simply came at us full tilt? The questions will be endless for you, Joey. They'll race through your mind. You will have no answers. And you will take those thoughts in Timebomb where Steven Singh will take your belt.
You would have enough trouble, Joey, if it were just me. After all..Im the more skilled man between the two of us. I've built a career on going into houses and killing men like yourself out of the ring. I've built a career on embarrassing men like yourself inside the ring. But I am not alone. I have Crazy J by my side. He is a man who can take a tremendous amount of punishment. It is really intimidating to see. This is a man who simply keeps coming..No matter what you throw at him. He just doesn't stay down. He isn't a man I see either of you being able to keep down for those few short seconds you would need.
Crazy J and I have known each other for many years. He is a man I call brother..but we have really had many tag team matches. Is that a problem? No. We have known each other long enough to know what the other can accomplish in any situation. He knows my skill. I know his ability to walk through a mine field and come out of the other side. He may be carrying his own leg in his arms..but he'll use it as a weapon. He's a very dangerous man. Together we make a team worthy of greatness. While Captain Pantheon and yourself are nothing more than an unoriginal man and his biggest fan.
You've noticed by now that Im not up in arms about facing you. Im not treating this as if it were the biggest match of my wrestling career. And Im sure you must be quite annoyed by that fact. After all..You have an ego bigger than my own..AnD I do admit to having a fairly large ego. I simply can't force myself into thinking that way, Joey. Yes you are the reigning WCF Champion. Yes you haven't lost a match in a year. But Am I supposed to act like a schoolgirl at a Justin Beiber concert? I simply can't do that. Im better than you, Joey. I can't bring myself to acting like this is a big deal. And I wont. You're going to lose. And you're going to bring Captain Pantheon down with you in what will be a downward spiral for yourself. Good luck with that, Joey. Truly..Good luck with that. And I mean that. Im not some two faced monster. I say good luck....because you will need it to survive my symphony of violence.
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Dealing with the media: Chapter One
Things had not gone very well for Zero Tolerance. Their bank account had been hacked and while only a fraction of the money there was taken, it was still hacked. That was a problem. To pile even more shit onto an already big pile of shit, Crazy J had wasted nearly half a million dollars on a lemonade stand. Crazy J usually came through when it came to making money. This time? Well..It was all a waste. To say that Erik was annoyed would be a massive understatement.
And now, because the hack was as big as it was, Erik had to face the media. It wasn't something that he liked to do. Reporters generally annoyed him. He would much rather have someone else to do it.
It was around noon when Erik took to the podium. He wore a charcoal grey suit. He looked as confident as he ever did. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the crowd of reporters who stared at Erik and the black and white ZT logo that served as the backdrop.
"As most of you already know, Zero Tolerance is the victim of a cyber attack. Money was taken from our account. While this amount was fairly minor, we still have security concerns.", Erik said into the mic. His voice was emotionless as always.
A hand rose. Erik pointed to a frail looking blonde haired woman who wore a black dress. She looked like a grizzled old reporter who had spent some time under cover. Erik sighed to himself. He really didn’t want to answer any questions.
"How much was taken?", She asked. Erik eyed her for a moment. "I am not at liberty to tell anyone that information. Everything is still under investigation", Erik answered as best he could. There was a loud sigh in the room that came from multiple people.
Another hand raise. This time it was a rather old man in a black suit. "Do you know where the attack originated from?", He asked. Erik shook his head. "As I said, everything is still under investigation. At this point, we do not know who did the attack or where it came from. We will continue looking until we find the culprit.", Erik answered
Without getting many answer, no one in the crowd really had any questions. Erik paused for a moment. "If there are no more questions.", Erik started, hoping there were no more questions. He didn’t have any answers. A hand rose. Erik sighed. The hand belonged to a woman. She had to be in her mid fifties. She look professional as if she had came from a national news outlet. She had black hair, wore a red pant suit, and had the makeup of a clown. It was really caked on there.
"Can you tell us anything about the rape allegations against you?", She blurted out. ERik caught his breathe. Rape? He'd never raped anyone. This was the first time he had even heard about such allegations. Erik was speachless. He didn’t know what to say. The crowd of reporters went into an uproar. Erik tried to quiet them down. When he couldn’t, he simply walked off stage.
As he got into his car, it suddenly hit him. He didn’t know if he was framed or if this was just a rumor, but he did know one thing. That one thing was a simple fact. Whoever had taken the money...Whoever had taken Jason Cash and his family....Had started this too. So Erik took out his phone. He dialed a few numbers. "Jaymz. I don’t know why the fuck I'm even calling you. I could just say this outloud. I've been accused of rape. We have to get to the bottom of this.", Erik said into the phone. He threw the phone into the passenger seat of his white BMW.
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Captain Pantheon. It's nice to meet you good sir. I can honestly say that I've been wanting to meet you. It's always nice to meet a man who gives it his all every day. You don’t find that kind of thing often. Most people half ass everything..every day. But you do not. You give everything your all no matter what. You've made the most of your career here. You've thrown everything you have into being Joey Flash's biggest fan. When thrown into a tag team with Steven Singh, you made the most of that and the two of your have been on quite a run here in WCF. All of that is commendable. You have my applause. You are truly someone that the children should look up to. If the average person could live their lives the way you are doing...This world would be a much better place. It truly would.
And now that I've talked you up... Which was very true by the way... It's time to tear you down, Cap'n. While youre have given your all to being who you are.... You do not have the skill to compete in the ring. You simply do not. STeven Singh has carried you each time out. If it werent for him, you would be at the bottom of the barrell here. You would be a simple minded jobber with no real ability to rise above that status... But you've had Steven to carry you along with him. I have to ask..what happens when he drops you? I'll tell you. Cap'n... You'll fall back down to the bottom where you belong... Down there with Dion Necurat and Bishop... Down there looking up..Wondering who you're going to idolize next and if they'll take you in.
I'm going to hit you with some cold..hard facts. Number one...Joey Flash doesn’t give a shit about you. He doesn’t care whether you live or die. You mean nothing to him. You are lower than the gum he got stuck on the bottom of his shoe the time he steped in it during high school. He doesn’t give a shit. So while you're idolizing him...Trying to get his attention... He just wants you to go the fuck away. You are a stain upon his existence. You will only slow him down. You will only get in his way. He doesn’t want you there. Why would he? You are simply an overbearing fan.
Number two...He will not save you. He doesn’t give a shit about you, Captain. He doesn’t care about the pain you will go through at Slam. He doesn’t care about how badly you will be beaten. He doesn’t care about your well being. He wont save you from the beating you have coming, Captain. It's a simple fact. He may save you from being pinned. After all..He doesnt want to lose. But he will not save you from getting destroyed. He wont save you from being humiliated in my ring.
Number three.....Your skills are lacking. I understand that you arent exactly an in ring veteran. I understand that you train very hard. I have seen you doing so in your promos...But its just not working out for you. A man like yourself..training for physical combat is like a dyslexic person trying to read without first getting help. It just doesn’t connect in the brain. Now..I'm sure your'e trying to understand exactly what that means. I want you to know that I don’t sugar coat anything. I am a very straightforward guy. I am saying that you are too fucking stupid to actually put that training to work. You are too fucking stupid to understand any of it.
Those are cold...hard facts, Captain. I know they're going to be hard for you to grasp..Given your limited brain capacity of course. I have confidence in you, however. I know that you can, indeed, grasp what I just told you. The question is... What do you do when you do..finally...understand it? Do you sit back and watch as Joey Flash takes the beating? Do you sit back and say "fuck it! he deosnt want me there anyway!"... And watch as HE takes the beating and you leave untouched? Or do you throw it all out and come at Crazy J and I full tilt? Do you knowingly earn even more dissatisfaction from Joey and take a beating the likes of which you never thought possible...All at the same time? That would be two hits that you may not be able to recover from, Captain. You could finally realize that he doesn’t give a shit about you...And feel that mental anquish that so many have felt before you. And you could also be beating into retirement. This could all happen on the same day.. At the same time. The decision is truly yours. And keep in mind that I am givin you a choice. Grasp this knowledge..or ignore it. I can not say that Crazy J will give you much of a choice. That man knows only one thing.....Destruction. That is all he knows. That is all he has ever known. I want you to understand that, Captain. I will give you things that others will not. I will give you the choice.... the opportunity to choose your own path and save yourself pain. Crazy J will not. He will rip your head off before even thinking about who he is doing it to. You have until Slam to decide. I do not care either way.
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Dealing with Media Chapter 2: Who done it?
"It's all over the news"
Erik Black looked to his right where his secretary, Jennifer, sat with a worried look on her face. The two had known each other for years now. She knew everything about Erik, save the killing he'd done. She knew he could never rape a woman. She was concerned about his well being. She knew that even a man like Erik Black would have trouble dealing with everything that was going on. First there was the hack. And now this rape accusation. Erik could only shrug his shoulder, however. He looked at her with his peircing blue eyes, studied her as he did everything. "Just a rumor.", he said. She nodded her head in agreement. AFter all, there had been no police at his door. He did have the entire police for in his pocket, but they would have atleast showed up. He would have known about it before this day.
"Do we know who could have started it?", Jennifer asked. Erik shook his head. "No. I can only guess that it would be the same person who stole our money. We have no answers right now...Only questions.", Erik replied as best he could. Jennifer understood, though she still worried. Erik had to be growing weary over all of this.
The two large double doors that led into Erik's lush office opened up at the push of a button. Erik walked into the office and stopped to admire his large sharktank. A grey reefshark swam in circles. Erik admired it's beauty. It moved gracefully through the water with no care in the world. Erik found himself jealous of the shark. It had no worries. It was fed every day, which was all it needed. The shark simply swam with no worries. He made his way to his bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. It was his favorite drink. He always drank it over ice. He drank down the glass and poured another. He took it over to his mohgany desk. The desk itself stuck out among all the white that was Erik's office.
"Who could it be?", Erik thought to himself. He'd found a stack of papers and had brought them in his briefcase. He began to look over them. They were files about all of ZT's enemies over the years. There was the Clawz organization. They were rivals, but Zero Tolerance had taken them down. And there was the man who had put ZT together. Erik didn’t understand any of this. The Clawz had been destroyed in a raid by Jaymz and Erik himself. The guy who had put Zero Tolerance together had been killed in a plane crash that was planned and organized by Erik himself. They had no enemies out there anymore. They were all confirmed dead. There was no one else. These thoughts were clouding his mind. It was the last thing he needed before any type of match against Joey Flash..even ifJoey had a bum for a partner. It didn’t matter. These thought were beginning to cloud Erik's mind. Clouded minds lead to mistakes.
"Who are you?", Erik thought as he looked over his text from Jason Cash's phone. "who the fuck are you?", He said outloud. He didn’t know. No one he knew actually knew who this was. All that was known was that Jason had bee taken. His family was taken as well. Money had been stolen from the Zero Tolerance company account. And now there was a rape accusation that was on the news, but there were no visits from police. "Some one is trying to make us look bad.. And doing a damn fine job of it", Erik said to himself. He had to find out who this person was. He had to. There was no doubt about that. He also had to prepare for a very tough match. But if anyone could do it...Erik Black would be that man.
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Symphony of Violence. That’s what I do. I want to ask both of you what that is. Do you know what symphony of violence means? Im sure only one of you has the mental capacity to understand what it means. That man would be Joey Flash...and even he wouldn't really know. The thought that I am a symphony of violence means that I commit beautiful acts of violence. It means I beautifully embarrass who ever the poor fuck across from me is. Watching me commit violent acts is like listening to Mozart or Beethoven. It's simply beautiful. It's in the way I move. It's in the way I have counter attacks for anything my opponent can dream up. It's in the way I make it look easy...effortless. It's truly the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. Joey Flash wouldn't know anything about that kind of stuff, however. He just doesn't have the skills to do it.
You see..Joey Flash is like a small child. He's been told he's good by others so much that he just stopped getting better. I used a Mike Tyson reference earlier. I will use it again. It simply sticks. Joey Flash has torn through the competition much like Mike Tyson did. He's had others whispering in his ear the entire time. "You're great, kid". And like Mike Tyson..Joey Flash has hit a wall. He hasn't grown his in ring skills. He's simply relied on what has worked in the past. Did that help Tyson? No...Tyson retired from boxing a shell of what he once was. It was quite sad to see. And watching Joey Flash is like watching Mike Tyson's downward spiral all over again. He doesn't see it coming of course. He's far too cocky for that...Just like Mike Tyson was. All because others had told him he's already great. But me? Im not. I can see that coming from a mile away. And it all starts at Slam.
Im actually surprised to see Joey even fighting at Slam. He's rarely been seen since he won the belt. He never fights these days. It's almost like its a holiday...A special occasion. While the rest of us are fighting it out, Joey is sitting at home. While guys like myself are training..Josy Flash is thinking about how to be Johnny Fly...Without even realizing that he'll never be Johnny Fly. If the world ended today..He would still only go down as second best. Now..Dont get it twisted. I am better than Joey Flash....in every way. I do not, however, have the accomplishments in WCF that he does. I will soon. Do not worry about that.
But back to Joey. If the world ended, he would go down as second best. And Im sure that eats him up inside. It destroys him. But.. He's just too lazy to change it. If he weren't, he'd be out there dominating..Proving himself. But he isn't...Hes at home..watching...like a typical fan.
Oh but he has the good captain by his side. His biggest fan....A man who has the fighting ability of a small child. A man who will only get in his way. Atleast he will have someone to blame this loss on. It will be a loss. I do not doubt that. Crazy J and I will have our hands raised in victory. The question is...Who will eat the pin? My guess is Joey Flash. He's going to do everything in his power to keep the good captain from costing them the match. And it will end in defeat for him. It will end with him having to march through the symphony of violence that follows everywhere I go. And is he good enough to overcome it? No. No one truly is.
But Im not the only one he has to worry about. There is Crazy J also. A man of pure destruction. We make up what I simply a destructive team. We are a team that will prove extremely resilient. Something that Joey and his fan just...arent.
The two of you are not a team, Joey. You are simply a man and his biggest fan. In order to have the slightest chance at beating Crazy J and myself, you will need to work as a unit. You will need to trust each other. Joey, Do you trust Captain Pantheon to be able to fight either J or myself? Do you really...truly trust him to be able to get the job done? I don’t think so. I know I wouldn’t. So you two arent, in fact, a team. You arent the well oiled machine that Crazy J and myself are. And to beat the two of us? You're going to need to be that machine. You're going to need to be more than you are. To be quite honest...I don’t think you can do it. I don’t see either of you doing what it takes... I just don’t think you have it in you. It's quite funny really. The quote..unquote...great WCF Champion and his biggest fan... Walking into what it so be their demise. It's almost like a movie, isnt it? You have the champion of the house....The man who cant be beaten. You have his cronie.. Going off into the sunset to face off against the evil invading force. Only in this movie? The champion and his cronie are embarassed and never show their faces again.
Zero Tolerance has already had a foot at this roster's perverbial throat. And that was with our low end guys. That was with Salem, Cash with Crazy J. Now? Oh...now the big guns have come to play. And Joey? Captain? We make it a point to do what we say we will do. My name is Erik Black....and I am truly your worst nightmare.
Erik winked at the camera
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