Post by Amber Mansley on Dec 9, 2023 15:43:36 GMT -5
When we look into ourselves, we take time to discover who we are. People will say we're defined by the company we keep and the environment we grow up in. However, when we walk into the world for the first time, it's up to us to make our own decisions. Now? There's no need for that. The decision was made for us already. War. The only language we know.
"This place is disgusting." Bourbon Street in New Orleans was known for its horrendous odors poisoning the air, especially at the late hours of the night. The scenery was populated with tourists and locals bartering their goods and services to enjoy temporary peace and tranquility. Still, the true nature of this infested garbage was the lingering people who preyed on innocent lives. Amber walked down the street sporting a less fashionable design to avoid any detection from stalkers seeking their next hit on robbing an individual of their resources. However, her unlikely presence in such a run-down area was due to her understanding of who she would face for an opportunity to become the inaugural WGWF X-Division Champion.
Johnny's behavior was unhinged and somewhat comical at best. His life is defined by tomfoolery and reckless actions that have endangered everyone around him. Still, as his life becomes more chaotic, his focus inside the ring shows detrimental deterioration.
"Excuse me?" After drinking too many beers on his right shoulder, she reluctantly tapped a man clearly beyond comprehension level. The old and smelling man looked at Amber, his eyes dilated and barely able to keep his balance. He smiled, showing those crooked yellow teeth, and she took two steps back, trying her best to be respectful. "Do you know where I can find this?" She removed a picture of a strip club that was burned down not too long ago. The older man leaned in too much and pointed down below, where Amber nodded before walking past him. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
The decision was made, and she was hardheartedly seeing it through. Upon the man's directions, she stumbled upon a building ruined at the hands of a massive fire, and judging from the picture, she found the hidden gem. Amber turned on the flashlight on her phone and got past the barricades and caution tape, ignoring the signs warning that anyone on this property would be arrested for trespassing. She brushed her right shoulder against the front door and braced herself to push it open, barely to get inside. It was significantly dusty, and Amber waved her hand around to try to clear some of the dust away from her, but flashing the light around, she witnessed the extensive Damage caused by the fire. There was no doubt that a night when people were hurt, the building was engulfed in flames and abandoned without a single care in the world.
It was a shame. A tragedy. A potential establishment ruined at the hands of a madman. She was going to make it right.
This is what happens when you let an unfortunate person have power. They take what they have and ruin it at the expense of others and then wonder why no one wants to uplift them to the upper echelons of life.
Mr. Stylez. I am deeply ashamed of you. Not every day do you get rewarded; let me say it differently: you get blessed with power and resources and live a life many can't even dare to touch. Still, if you want to blame someone for why you can't even get a decent victory in WGWF, I suggest you look yourself in the mirror.
It's unfortunate to know you've spent your days consuming drugs that would turn your heart into squash. The life you're living? It's all for the show. Deep down inside, you're hurting and crumbling, knowing everything you've given has become nothing but a spectacle for people like us to look down on you. I mean, Johnny, you can't even comprehend a complete sentence without speaking nonsense or trying to curse someone off. You're a literal laughingstock of your family, peers, and WGWF. It's almost so pathetic that I feel sorry for you.
Until your name is across mine for Smash this Monday, I'm responsible for you. Yes, Johnny. I'm responsible for you, so I have to hold your career in my hands. You have no idea what you're doing here, and it hurts.
You're lashing out whether you're burning down strip clubs, indulging yourself with temporary free times with prostitutes carrying sexual diseases, or busy trying to put a bullet through your skull, but you eagerly fail every time. You're so incompetent that your death wouldn't even come close to being classified as an assisted suicide.
Don't you get it, Johnny?
No one wants you here. You're a walking pathetic excuse of a man with nothing else to lose. You've pushed everyone out of your life who has tried to help you, but you're too far gone into this deep hole of drugs, sex, and alcohol, and your life is almost over. I want to help you, Johnny, but knowing you, you will think I'm a Barbie doll who can't do anything. I am spewing the same venom everyone else has in my entire life, but the truth is, even in my downfall, I still rise higher than all of you combined.
This opportunity to become the inaugural WGWF X-Division Champion isn't for you. It's for me. You must understand that, especially since you have no claim in this match.
Stylez. Welcome back to professional wrestling. My name is Amber Mansley, and I am your Influencer. Put down the pornographic magazines, take away the drugs and alcohol, your little illicit business deals, and what do you have to show?
Nothing.
I hope you prove me wrong and challenge me because you are just a stepping stone here at WGWF. It's just how life is.
The interior of this abandoned building was enticingly disgusting. The destruction left nothing in its wake. Amber walked around with the flashlight on her phone, illuminating barely anything around her as the dark was pitch black. However, she stumbled upon an old office-looking room and entered through the dark bliss to see the remnants of what she could tell was a typical day of a man enjoying his free time with strippers. It was almost sad to see this institution in its current state, but she always had a knack for learning how places can come and go. Honestly, there was enough to know Johnny's true nature, so without hesitation, she marched out of the building and back to Bourbon Street, avoiding everyone as much as possible.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Oh god, he was still there—a drunken mess. Amber walked past him, having no interest in wasting more energy on the fool. However, he was slumped on the cold concrete ground with an empty bottle in a crumpled paper bag next to him. "Have a great day!" He spurted out until tipping over onto the ground to sleep in a blacked-out state. Amber kept marching forward to hail a cab on the curb of an intersection and got into the back to leave. On the other hand, the cab driver took his time driving through the streets, especially when traffic was heavy from the partying and events happening around.
"I'm sorry, but can we hurry this up?" She asked politely. The cab driver chuckled.
"Not from here, are we?"
"Hell no. I would never come here unless I needed a good reason, too." She stated firmly.
"And what brings you to New Orleans?"
"Do you know a man named LA Johnny Stylez?" The cab driver sighed. Amber leaned upwards in the backseat and knew from his reaction the entirety of that did not signal a good reference. The driver leaned back in his seat and looked at Amber in the rearview mirror.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"Not too long ago..." Amber was listening keenly. "Johnny Stylez had a strip club on Bourbon Street, and out of nowhere, there was a shooting, and the bar got burned down. People said it was just another day in New Orleans, but I think Johnny lost his mind and had had enough. Unfortunately, the authorities didn't get involved with him for some reason, but that place was quarantined and locked away. Many people here are still shaken and don't want anything to be with him. It was just chaotic."
Her eyes blinked rapidly. Johnny Stylez was one thing, but a psychopath? The recent discovery changed everything. Amber's fists were balled up, and she looked through the window, seeing the countless number of bystanders, imagining how many lives could have been lost on that day. God, she wanted to him rip in half. It's one thing to dismiss people, but putting their lives recklessly on the line just for his benefit motivated her to ensure he would never have a chance at the WGWF X-Division Championship.
"Why are you looking for him?" She rolled her eyes. She'd rather die than give that man any hope of being in the same room with her outside of the ring. It was curious to know what power could do to a mind and warp it out of place, or maybe Johnny was the issue, and power was mistakenly given to him. Amber shrugged her shoulders and leaned back with her arms folded across her chest.
"I just need to understand." The cab driver peeked his right eyebrow up. "I have an opportunity—it's a business opportunity. Johnny has been an issue. He wants to have that same opportunity again, but judging from what you told me, he'd burn that down and ruin everything. It seems the guy has a track record of causing mayhem everywhere he goes."
"Yeah!" The cab driver agreed instantly. "Don't get me wrong, I wish everyone success, but he's unhinged. All he does is drugs or busy trying to take over the porn industry. How can people even live like that?"
"Yeah. I wonder, too." This man was unhinged, for sure. Amber couldn't allow such a bold personality to ruin everything she'd worked for. She's come so far in the industry that she has become a professional champion for the first time in her career outside of WGWF. Her stomach was churning, imagining the horrendous things Johnny committed in his life using his businesses as a scapegoat to hide his criminal sins. In a sense, Amber could see The Fortunate Ones going down that path, but she was always a level-headed woman who knew right from wrong. She would never endanger people recklessly; at least, everyone had used, and Stylez's use was about to come to a rude awakening.
"Here we are." The cab stopped at a hotel far away from the trenches of Bourbon Street, and Amber got out of the car after paying the cab for its fare. She looked at the hotel, knowing it was a top-tier hospitality establishment, and then over her right shoulder in the direction to where she came. Johnny was on her mind, but she wanted to destroy him, disgusted with his history in this god-forsaken city.
"Help me God." She prayed for some delivery or guidance in this type of situation. This was beyond anything she could understand, but it didn't sway her away from her main goal of becoming an X-Division Champion. The industry would introduce her to all types of personalities, but the unexplained one of Johnny Stylez certainly caught her attention. She wanted him to suffer, especially after everything he did. Johnny would pay for his sins and pathetic run in WGWF at the mercy of a Fortunate One. Amber never felt fired up to claim an opportunity, but it was personal. In the end, the Fortunate always remains strong, and this opportunity would not be wasted on an unfortunate soul.
You are truly pathetic. I thought you were a fool but you're not. You're a glorified dog off the leash enjoying freedom for the first time. Well, dog, you're at the master's table and you're not allowed to sit with your owners.
You think you're untouchable? You've caused so much pain to a community that's already suffering, and now you're back thinking you can sweep the past from under your feet and start new. Congratulations, Johnny, you're the scum of the earth, and I love how you embrace it. You don't hide what you are, but my mistake was taking you for a fool. You're not. You're genuinely a psychotic man who focuses on himself, but the difference between you and me is that I'm able to prove why I am the next WGWF X-Division Champion.
Every time I get a championship opportunity, there always has to be someone in the mix waiting to ruin it. The Fortunate Ones have been destroying everyone in our path, and we took control of the company, but the rest of the roster and even Chris Page himself can't come to fruition that our reign is permanent. Even you, someone who may understand what it means to hold power, don't quite grasp it either. You're so busy indulging yourself in drugs and sex that you've missed the calling that you're not the man you preach to be.
It's pronounced.
You were allowed to win the Last Chance Battle Royal on the first night of the Cannabis Cup, but Damage not only took that from you, he made you into his slave, destroying you at every chance. You've talked such a big game that the world saw right through you—another loudmouth.
To make matters worse, the Fortunate Ones were right about you. We called it. You have yet to win a single match. Have you ever been considered a worthy contender like me for our contendership match at Smash? This is simply a test run, a tune-up match, and a training session for me when you see this as the most significant opportunity of your life.
You've been in this business professionally before me but have never accomplished anything. Hell, even with your own company, Outlaw Pro Wrestling, you also failed your creation. You've failed so many people. You need to remember everything. No matter what or who you turn to, you're a failure, which will never change. I'm going to show you what success looks like. You're going to see someone who you think isn't worthy once again show you that your world is absolutely nothing.
You know what, Johnny?
How does it feel to know that your return has amounted to nothing? Everything you know has changed. This isn't the world where Johnny Stylez can use the same vulgar tactics. No, this is the world dominated by people like me. I didn't waste my time with the slums like you, trying to be the best. No, my raw talent alone brings your life to shame and even being in the ring with me makes you more valuable than you ever have.
You know that you're the fool. You've embarrassed yourself with every decision and would rather blame everyone else because it hurts you to know you are the problem.
Of course, people with an addiction will never admit it, but it's safe to say you need to leave while you're ahead.
This is my time, Johnny.
For far too long, I've been screwed by others who are jealous of my rise. I've been ruined at the hands of a psychotic woman who plays with dolls for the Television Championship, who I helped become champion today. Chris Page and his minions are trying to stop The Fortunate Ones from rising, and now you are, chosen by Jonathan Barrows as another attempt to try and prevent me from becoming X-Division Champion.
Just like the drugs, prostitutes, and you two little minions, you've always been used for someone else's benefit. It won't change. I don't care what you have to say about me, but know the world will be watching, and trust me; you don't have the guts to take on someone like me.
You're pathetic. Do everything you need for a quick fix. It'll be the same result again. L.A. Johnny Stylez once again becomes the victim of his actions; the consequences will always show why he is at the bottom of the barrel.