Post by FPV on Sept 9, 2023 22:03:03 GMT -5
FPV RP #3 - BOOM. HEAD. SHOT.
FPV: "It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son..."
The lyrics left my lips like spoken word poetry, muttered and only to myself, a stark departure from the famous delivery of John Fogerty. I was lining up my shot just right, the target consisting of a speed bag caught right in my crosshairs. Around me were cameras recording my every move to put on the WGWF Youtube channel later that day.
I had brought the media to witness the revival of my Headshot foot from near total destruction, thanks to Jay Omega and his friend Nikola Tesla (still not quite used to saying that name as someone I know, to be honest.) The P.A.I.N.K.I.L.L.E.R was a tremendous success, with the ligaments in my hurt ankle completely destroyed and replaced with fresh, new bits. It made walking the easiest it had ever been for me as soon as I woke up from the "surgery." I was even told my superkicks done with this foot would be supercharged, at least according to Jay Omega.
And what better way to show off your new abilities then a small little public demonstration before the opening of my coffee shop for the day.
The People's Grounds weren't usually this bustling this early in the morning, but it was the easiest place to invite cameras and the press to see what I was up to. I could make out Sean Ross Sapp, Meltzer, all the big wrestling journalists, with WGWF media front and center.
I had brought the media to witness the revival of my Headshot foot from near total destruction, thanks to Jay Omega and his friend Nikola Tesla (still not quite used to saying that name as someone I know, to be honest.) The P.A.I.N.K.I.L.L.E.R was a tremendous success, with the ligaments in my hurt ankle completely destroyed and replaced with fresh, new bits. It made walking the easiest it had ever been for me as soon as I woke up from the "surgery." I was even told my superkicks done with this foot would be supercharged, at least according to Jay Omega.
And what better way to show off your new abilities then a small little public demonstration before the opening of my coffee shop for the day.
The People's Grounds weren't usually this bustling this early in the morning, but it was the easiest place to invite cameras and the press to see what I was up to. I could make out Sean Ross Sapp, Meltzer, all the big wrestling journalists, with WGWF media front and center.
FPV: "It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one..."
Time beginning to move just a tick slower on the seconds hand in my mind, I lunged forward towards the speed bag, raising my boot with just the slightest hesitation. I had no idea what affect my kick would have on this fitness equipment, I was ready for anything to happen. I paid extra close attention to my boot connecting with the bag. Realistically it was over in a second, but it seemed to stretch out for a while until it all clicked into place.
The first thing that I could catch was the crowd gathered reacting with astonishment and shock. I could hear them losing their mind before watching the speed bag get detached from it's post and sent flying across the cafe, making impact with one of the front windows and leaving a large crack in the window as it flopped to the floor, utterly destroyed. As soon as the spectacle was over, the journalists busted out an enthusiastic applause as I took stock of what had just happened.
Omega wasn't kidding. This was the real deal.
With the momentum of the applause giving me a bit of a rush, I turned to the crowd of onlookers and began to speak, a little louder than normal at first to quell them down before continuing in my normal voice.
The first thing that I could catch was the crowd gathered reacting with astonishment and shock. I could hear them losing their mind before watching the speed bag get detached from it's post and sent flying across the cafe, making impact with one of the front windows and leaving a large crack in the window as it flopped to the floor, utterly destroyed. As soon as the spectacle was over, the journalists busted out an enthusiastic applause as I took stock of what had just happened.
Omega wasn't kidding. This was the real deal.
With the momentum of the applause giving me a bit of a rush, I turned to the crowd of onlookers and began to speak, a little louder than normal at first to quell them down before continuing in my normal voice.
FPV: THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is FPV in WGWF! THAT, is what I'm bringing to the table Monday night against Jenny Myst and Amber Mansley! THAT is the power of The Pride right there! And to all you media people here today, I have just one simple request for you all. I want yall to get your phones out, hit record, and spread what I've got to say to every single social media platform you can think of. Twitter! Instagram! Reddit! Hell, put the link in your Grindr bios, anything to make sure these bitches hear what they don't want to hear.
You Fortunate Ones made quite the splash last Brawl, eh? You sided with the World Champion J Mont like the leeches we all knew deep down inside that you truly were. Tell me, where were y'all when J Mont was wrangling himself into the World Title scene, eh? Where were y'all at Summer Madness when J Mont snatched that belt from Peter Vaughn, eh? Just where the hell were yall?
Y'all were no where near the current champ because you both had to hang back and see how that main event would go before deciding "Yeah, I wanna be this guy's third and fourth closest associate, that's cool." Y'all latched on to J Mont for one reason and one reason only: CLOUT.
You two are the skeeziest clout chasers I've ever seen in my life. Not only that, but y'all flaunt your money and your so-called "influence" and it makes me sick. And don't think I'm making myself out to be a hypocrite considering this business I'm standing in, The People's Grounds. has made me more money than wrestling quite frankly ever has. Nah, I'm not doing that cause there's a stark difference between The Fortunate Ones and myself. I UNDERSTAND the value of my money. Cause with this cash, I can go out into the world and make it a better than you bitches ever could.
Ever since I came into this money, I've been putting towards charitable causes I believe in! I've been a staunch supporter of The Trevor Project for years now, a cause meant to reduce suicides within the LGBT youth, where rates are staunchly higher than in other communities. It's cause that's near and dear to my heart, and I know for fact the Joule Ortiz feels the same way. I put my money towards making sure that young, alienated teens can remove themselves from terrible circumstances and them that IT. GETS. BETTER.
You two are the reason causes like that exist. You two demean and belittle people without a care in the world, just trying to get another dunk in that gets retweeted to death. You say things without thinking of what those words mean. You don't think of the ramifications of your actions.
But I do.
I know your type all too well, and it kills me inside that people like you still exist. So when I get in the ing with you, and with my new and improved HEADSHOT LEG, you're gonna be eating BOOT FOR DINNER ALL NIGHT. And for ever kick I hit, I'm giving $50,000 to that very same Trevor Project. THAT'S what money means to me.
And don’t you talk like you’ve known hardships like Joule and I have! Y’all two may have had bad upbringings and I don’t begrudge either of you for that. But y’all haven’t known the Transgender Dysphoria Blues like Joule has. Y’all have no EARTHLY idea what it’s like to be the one receiving those remarks like to toss out like candy on Halloween. And y’all CERTAINLY don’t know what it’s like to crawl around in lower cars limbo for over a decade before your sheer TENACITY earns you the spot at the top you deserve like I have. I earned my keep and paid my dues with blood and heartache. Y’all have had everything handed to you on a silver platter.
WE. ARE. NOT. THE. SAME.
Although I do have one more question for Jenny in particular. You know Jenny, I paid pretty close attention to your match on Brawl two weeks ago. I watched it because once I go on my inevitable conquest for WGWF gold, I’d figured I’d see any current and potential champs that might stand in my way.
So I’m watching you and Kim Pain go one on one with Amber helming commentary. First off Amber, stick to your day job as a wrestler because your constant screaming into the microphone made me have to take five Advils to calm the headache you gave me. Secondly Jenny, I know you’re putting all of your stock into this new group and all that. But I would SERIOUSLY reconsider my choice in partners considering the ONLY reason you don’t currently have Television gold right now is because of Amber. Freaking. Mansley.
You had Kim almost to her limit and could’ve take that TV Title belt without any questions. Because you’ve got the ability, just look at your win at Summer Madness. But you’ll never be able to take advantage of that ability because behind every step you take, either Amber Mansley or that human weasel Justin York is gonna try and give you hand to put the odds in your favor only to hand you a worthless disqualification W on your record. You could be eating good with the American Express card that is the TV Title, but with these bozos all you’ve got to buy dinner with is an expired Subway gift card that is a DQ win.
You think I’d try to steal total victory from Joule’s clutches like Amber did? Hell no. You think Joule would do me dirty like that? Hell no. Heck, you even think we’d screw our new partners The Guardians just to spite them for getting a shot at the tag titles before us? Hell. NO.
Became that’s the biggest difference between The Pride and The Fortunate Ones. Y’all are a house of gilded cards waiting to collapse at any moment. But The Pride? We are a well oiled machine, an honest to god TAG TEAM in the best tag team division in the world.
I’ll see you girls next Monday. I’d have eyes in the back of my head for York if I were y’all.
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It was the best sleep I had in years since my injury.
Not having to worry about accidentally putting too much pressure on my ankle was a godsend. I hadn’t had sleep this good for a long time, even with Ramon’s snoring next to me. I felt as though I could be 115% for my match on Dark on Monday.
Then I heard a voice.
It had been a long time since I had heard this voice, a voice from someone now long, long dead. It spoke in an almost sing-song manner just as I was beginning to drift into REM sleep, where I could still react to it.
It was the best sleep I had in years since my injury.
Not having to worry about accidentally putting too much pressure on my ankle was a godsend. I hadn’t had sleep this good for a long time, even with Ramon’s snoring next to me. I felt as though I could be 115% for my match on Dark on Monday.
Then I heard a voice.
It had been a long time since I had heard this voice, a voice from someone now long, long dead. It spoke in an almost sing-song manner just as I was beginning to drift into REM sleep, where I could still react to it.
Voice: Wakey-wakey sleepy head, hehehehe.
The recognition was instant and startling. I looked over my side to make sure Ramon was fully asleep before quietly responding.
FPV: Switches?
Switches the Clown: BINGO FRIENDO!
The voice was booming and boisterous now, though Ramon’s wouldn’t know. This voice spoke to me from deep within my own brain. I had seen Switches perish in a car explosion on live television, as definitive an end as you could have. Yet after a fateful acid trip in New Orleans I experienced his spirit communicating with me periodically. I hadn’t heard from him in years, though. I had thought my days of talking to a dead clown were through. I was apparently wrong.
FPV: What are doing here now, Switches? I thought you were long gone from my mind.
Switches: Let’s just say reports of my demise have been…A LOAD OF HORSESHIT, HA! I just couldn’t help but notice you getting your leg jacked up by fancy shmancy future tech. Know anyway I can use that tech to get a new body by any chance?
FPV: I’m afraid you missed the boat on that one.
Switches: Ah, worth a shot. Not to worry though, I’m sure you’ll have many more chances in the future. Cause lemme tell it to you straight friendo, by aligning with these hooligans in the Guardians, you’re gonna have to be ready for anything. From this day forward, SHIT’S GONNA GET WEIRD, HAHAHAHAHAHA.
His laughing was loud, ringing deep between my eardrums. Yet with everything I knew about Switches, it didn’t feel malicious at all.
Switches: Don’t worry though, Franky. I’ll be here to help you every step of the way! Because you’re my best and only friend in the world! Too-da-loo for now!
The voice faded to nothingness. I was hoping to get some proper rest, but I knew Switches was right. Shit was gonna get weird, and FAST. I may as well be ready for it.