Post by Frank Venable on Nov 24, 2019 18:30:28 GMT -5
FPV RP #13 - #PutDownTheMongrel
November 21st, 2019. Exactly three days before the circled date on Ramon's calendar, the date I told him to circle when his ambassador to AW would walk into Turmoil to defend the Action Wrestling World Title in the finals of the Wrestler of the Year tournament.
Now, some weeks after I told him that bold prediction, it was all coming up to pass.
Ramon, on his end, was ecstatic. He had hitched his horse to the right wagon, as it were, and it was beginning to pay in big dividends. Blue Headshot had been an incredible success, and with the Man Made God mix coming within the next few days, we were both set.
I always knew he had faith in me. When People were bemoaning me, saying I needed a fan vote to get into this tournament, Ramon was there, and he knew that my promise would come to pass. He was wearing his best suit to celebrate (as was I, along with the World title slung over my shoulder), and was being more amiable than he usually was.
November 21st, 2019. Exactly three days before the circled date on Ramon's calendar, the date I told him to circle when his ambassador to AW would walk into Turmoil to defend the Action Wrestling World Title in the finals of the Wrestler of the Year tournament.
Now, some weeks after I told him that bold prediction, it was all coming up to pass.
Ramon, on his end, was ecstatic. He had hitched his horse to the right wagon, as it were, and it was beginning to pay in big dividends. Blue Headshot had been an incredible success, and with the Man Made God mix coming within the next few days, we were both set.
I always knew he had faith in me. When People were bemoaning me, saying I needed a fan vote to get into this tournament, Ramon was there, and he knew that my promise would come to pass. He was wearing his best suit to celebrate (as was I, along with the World title slung over my shoulder), and was being more amiable than he usually was.
Ramon: My friend, you did it! You beat them all and became the Champion of the World!
FPV: No Ramon...WE did it. With your help through this whole sponsorship campaign, I managed to overcome three of the greatest that AW has to offer on my way to winning this belt.
Was I exaggerating a bit? Perhaps. But seeing Ramon light up like he did was worth the tiny lie.
Ramon: Wow. Thank you, Frank. Truly.
I slumped in my seat slightly, my mind turning towards the week ahead. This was far from over. By winning the World title, I had punched my ticket to the finals of the Wrestler of the Year tournament. Though becoming only the ninth unique World Champion was a great prize in and of itself, to become the second overall Wrestler of the Year would be an even sweeter accomplishment. Whereas one could theoretically have many chances at the World title, there was only one shot at becoming Wrestler of the Year.
14 people had already blown their shots. I planned on making the best of mine.
Yet it would not be easy for me. Of all the matches in the tournament, it was only fitting that the final round would be the most difficult. WALTER. More a force of nature than a human being, Walter had been the odds-on favorite to win the tournament since the beginning, and has only suffered one real loss in his short career in AW. Most people expect me to put up a good fight against the Man Evolved but that I would a pile of bones by the end. But like I always do, I planned to defy those odds and win the whole damn thing, Walter be damned.
But that wasn't the only thing that worried me about Walter. There something much more sinister bubbling under the surface. I knew Walter had killed many women across the U.S. I was told as much by his handler, Etta, during her introduction of Walter to the AW fanbase. He was never convicted of anything, but deep down inside, I knew he was guilty. So did Etta too, from the looks of things. Yet she refused to do anything about it, giving vague reasons why she needed the Mongrel. A wrestling tournament is one thing, but a miscarriage of justice is an entirely different beast. Simply put, justice needed to come down on Walter...
...and if the actual judicial system wasn't going to do anything about it, then I would.
An idea flashed in my head. A way to bring light to Walter's evil crimes and put it at the forefront. And the man sitting across from me was just the man to do it.
14 people had already blown their shots. I planned on making the best of mine.
Yet it would not be easy for me. Of all the matches in the tournament, it was only fitting that the final round would be the most difficult. WALTER. More a force of nature than a human being, Walter had been the odds-on favorite to win the tournament since the beginning, and has only suffered one real loss in his short career in AW. Most people expect me to put up a good fight against the Man Evolved but that I would a pile of bones by the end. But like I always do, I planned to defy those odds and win the whole damn thing, Walter be damned.
But that wasn't the only thing that worried me about Walter. There something much more sinister bubbling under the surface. I knew Walter had killed many women across the U.S. I was told as much by his handler, Etta, during her introduction of Walter to the AW fanbase. He was never convicted of anything, but deep down inside, I knew he was guilty. So did Etta too, from the looks of things. Yet she refused to do anything about it, giving vague reasons why she needed the Mongrel. A wrestling tournament is one thing, but a miscarriage of justice is an entirely different beast. Simply put, justice needed to come down on Walter...
...and if the actual judicial system wasn't going to do anything about it, then I would.
An idea flashed in my head. A way to bring light to Walter's evil crimes and put it at the forefront. And the man sitting across from me was just the man to do it.
FPV: Ramon, I know this might be last minute, but can I make one small request for the Man Made God Mix?
Ramon: That depends, what do you need, friend?
FPV: I just need to have a bit of control over the text on the inside of the bottlecaps. I have a few messages I want to relay. And a tiny bit of text on the bottle itself.
Ramon gave me a stern look, and nodded in solidarity.
Ramon: It shall be done.
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It was a more common place to film a wrestling promo. Sitting on a stool with a black backdrop behind me. I had been shying away from these types of promos since the tournament started, as I attempted to find new ways and new locations to film promos. For this, though, the final match of the tournament, it felt right to go back to the old classics. The World Title was over my shoulder, I made a comment to the cameraman to make sure it was the focal point of the shot. I wanted Walter to see what he was never to hold. The director gave the signal for me to begin.
It was a more common place to film a wrestling promo. Sitting on a stool with a black backdrop behind me. I had been shying away from these types of promos since the tournament started, as I attempted to find new ways and new locations to film promos. For this, though, the final match of the tournament, it felt right to go back to the old classics. The World Title was over my shoulder, I made a comment to the cameraman to make sure it was the focal point of the shot. I wanted Walter to see what he was never to hold. The director gave the signal for me to begin.
FPV: Ladies and gentlemen, I am your new World Champion, and life is good once again.
I give all the props to Lissie Hope, she put up a damn good fight, but in the end she proved to me that she is still just a dreamer and nothing more. And for the first time in over a year, an indisputable good guy is the top guy. Hallelujah.
To hold this belt, to be World Champion again, it feels...well for lack of humility, it just feels right. Like I was made to hold this belt. When I hold this belt, I represent so many things simultaneously. I represent the boys and girls in the back as the best of the best. I represent Torture, Gravedigger and all of the behind-the-scenes crew as the ambassador for the AW brand. I represent you, the fans, as not only your People's Champion, but also as your WORLD Champion. To hold this belt is a privilege, and it carries with it many responsibilities, responsibilities that I welcome head-on.
I am championship material. Walter is not.
Does anyone believe, for a second, that this company will flourish with an animal like Walter representing our brand? We've already seen the way he treats his United States title. That is to say, he barely recognized it at all. It made no difference to him that he held a belt that was coveted by so many men and women in that locker room who could've been better champions than him. Imagine a Teo Blaze or a KOS with that belt? They'd be incredible. Yet for the longest time that belt was held hostage by a man who couldn't care less if he was champion of the world or champion in his own mind. The only one who seemed to care about his title reign was his handler Etta, so it's incredibly fitting that she's the one responsible for it's sudden and abrupt end.
Etta, you're just like Lissie, you purport to be one of the good ones, one of the decent folk in Action Wrestling. Tell me Etta, would a decent person throw salt into the open eye wound of a man so that her client can win a match? What you did to my partner Corey Black was horrendous and evil to an extent that not many people will strive to stoop to in this federation, and that's a federation with people like James Nightingale and Corey Bull in it. Not only did you compromise your client's integrity by making it obvious it was only by your interference that Walter won, not only did your actions get your client stripped of the United States title, but in that one action you forfeited the right to ever call yourself one of the good people. You do not have the right to complain on twitter about management "aborting the mongrel's reign without so much as a damn lick of explanation." You caused that yourself Etta, you have no one to blame but you. If you've got the capacity for good, I've yet to see it.
To have Walter as our World Champion would be a travesty. His apathy and disrespect towards the U.S Title will only be magnified if he's the #1 champion. To have such an evil person representing our company will prove that pessimists are right to think that there is no good in the world. Well I beg to disagree. The odds may be stacked against me, but I'm going to represent good here, then I'll do everything within my power to take Walter out. Permanently.
There was one blip during your time as champion though, eh Walter? Kyle Kemp, the man who gave you your one and only loss. Though his victory was short-lived, it proved one thing to the world. It proved that Walter is not invincible, and that he can be beaten. You keep talking about how you ended Kyle Kemp, and how you crushed his spirit forever. Yet look at him. No matter how many times you put him down, he is always back to take you on. Same with Corey Black. You tried to put him on the shelf just as much as you did Kemp, yet he's at Turmoil defending his Hardcore title like a goddamn champion. Men stronger and more psychotic than you have tried to put him down, and they all failed. People like Kemp, Black and I can never be permanently put down by the likes of you, no matter how hard you or Etta try. We will ALWAYS get back up, and we will ALWAYS put you in your place.
Of course, when talking about your Walter, I suppose we do have to get a bit...serious about things...
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Back at TPG HQ, the first shipments of Mountain Dew's Man Made God mix was beginning to come in. I had used my knowledge of coffee mixing and a little education from Ramon to create mix that was true to the Mountain Dew brand and yet still had my own flair to it. The recipe had been finalized two weeks ago, and today, a few days before Turmoil, stores around the country would be getting stocked full of the stuff.
The drink itself had a mostly cherry flavor, sweet yet not bitingly so. Just the faintest hint of a kick to it. The real attraction, however, was the caffeine. It had almost double the amount of caffeine as a regular bottle of Mountain Dew, yet with no additional sugars or other additives. Ramon had said, upon trying the beverage out for himself, that it felt like Mountain Dew had finally made the energy drink it was meant to be, and I was inclined to agree with him.
Of course, drinking the beverage was the last thing on my mind at the moment.
I had an intern deliver a case of the stuff to my desk. Ripping open the plastic packaging, I was treated to the sight of six Mountain Dew Man Made God Mix bottles. I pulled on out to observe the bottle. On the label was a picture of me holding the World title, as discussed earlier in the week. But there was something else there too. A small yet still readable string of text on the bottom that said "#PutDownTheMongrel." Just where Ramon said it would be.
I opened the bottle, twisting the cap and hearing the fizz escape the bottle. I put the bottle down on my desk and looked on the bottle of the cap. "Amy," it said. I took another bottle and opened it up. The cap on that one said "Jessica." So on and so forth. "Renee." "Kaysha." "Hana." "Rebecca." Six names. Six women killed by Walter across the country. And this was only a small selection of the names, I had provided PepsiCo with a list of all of his known victims. There were many more names on those bottles. Names that the public needed to know, needed to champion.
With six open bottles now cluttering up my desk. I took my phone out and immediately opened twitter. There it was, trending at #1 overall.
#PutDownTheMongrel.
I began to see exactly who was tweeting it. To my excitement, there were many average, normal people tweeting it out and signal boosting the hashtag, as well as some celebrities also endorsing it. The real kicker, however, came from the support I had gained from my own colleagues in the Action Wrestling locker room.
The drink itself had a mostly cherry flavor, sweet yet not bitingly so. Just the faintest hint of a kick to it. The real attraction, however, was the caffeine. It had almost double the amount of caffeine as a regular bottle of Mountain Dew, yet with no additional sugars or other additives. Ramon had said, upon trying the beverage out for himself, that it felt like Mountain Dew had finally made the energy drink it was meant to be, and I was inclined to agree with him.
Of course, drinking the beverage was the last thing on my mind at the moment.
I had an intern deliver a case of the stuff to my desk. Ripping open the plastic packaging, I was treated to the sight of six Mountain Dew Man Made God Mix bottles. I pulled on out to observe the bottle. On the label was a picture of me holding the World title, as discussed earlier in the week. But there was something else there too. A small yet still readable string of text on the bottom that said "#PutDownTheMongrel." Just where Ramon said it would be.
I opened the bottle, twisting the cap and hearing the fizz escape the bottle. I put the bottle down on my desk and looked on the bottle of the cap. "Amy," it said. I took another bottle and opened it up. The cap on that one said "Jessica." So on and so forth. "Renee." "Kaysha." "Hana." "Rebecca." Six names. Six women killed by Walter across the country. And this was only a small selection of the names, I had provided PepsiCo with a list of all of his known victims. There were many more names on those bottles. Names that the public needed to know, needed to champion.
With six open bottles now cluttering up my desk. I took my phone out and immediately opened twitter. There it was, trending at #1 overall.
#PutDownTheMongrel.
I began to see exactly who was tweeting it. To my excitement, there were many average, normal people tweeting it out and signal boosting the hashtag, as well as some celebrities also endorsing it. The real kicker, however, came from the support I had gained from my own colleagues in the Action Wrestling locker room.
Nov 20, 2019 23:39:09 GMT -5 @rjcollins said:
@thatguyrjc#PutDownTheMongrel
...#PleaseDontMurderMeWalter
#PutDownTheMongrel
@trailleadstoqdt
Glory sears away at my memory each day. Walter will fall.
#PutDownTheMongrel
@trailblazer
Even though I'm about to deliver an ass-kicking to our esteemed champion's partner, a beast unchained is a worst case scenario for everyone involved.
#PutDownTheMongrel
With support on twitter flowing in, I checked other outlets, such as The New York Times, The Washington Post, and the Time-Picayune. They too, were following up on the story. "Trending Hashtag Draws Attention To Professional Wrestler." "Walter could Be Your Next World Champion. He's Also A Serial Killer." "The Man Evolved Of Action Wrestling Accused Of Murder." Everything was coming together.
I held a responsibility as not only the Champion of Action Wrestling, but as an upstanding human being to bring this issue to the forefront of the public. It was already known, Etta had made mention of it right as Walter was coming into AW. Yet no one since then has done anything about it. I could not be complicit in this. This was not just about professional wrestling, anymore. This was about crimes against mankind.
Opening the articles covering the situation on my laptop, many of them were linking my recent promo against Walter. I was thankful they did, because more than, anything, that promo explained the reason behind the hashtag. I played the video, taking one of the bottles and drinking a big gulp. It tasted even better than I could've imagined it to taste. I took my phone and rang up Ramone. He answered almost immediately.
I held a responsibility as not only the Champion of Action Wrestling, but as an upstanding human being to bring this issue to the forefront of the public. It was already known, Etta had made mention of it right as Walter was coming into AW. Yet no one since then has done anything about it. I could not be complicit in this. This was not just about professional wrestling, anymore. This was about crimes against mankind.
Opening the articles covering the situation on my laptop, many of them were linking my recent promo against Walter. I was thankful they did, because more than, anything, that promo explained the reason behind the hashtag. I played the video, taking one of the bottles and drinking a big gulp. It tasted even better than I could've imagined it to taste. I took my phone and rang up Ramone. He answered almost immediately.
Ramon: Hello, my friend!
FPV: Hello Ramone. I'm calling to let you know that I got my shipment of the MMG mix just now.
Ramone: Ah, excellent! And what did you think?
FPV: Ramone...it's perfect.
I could hear Ramone's scream of joy on the other end.
Ramone: Ah! It brings me to joy that it meets your expectations.
FPV: Ramone, this product exceeded my expectations. Both the drink itself and also the caps and hashtag.
Ramone: Of course. I understand the gravity of the situation and am more than happy to lend a hand in any way that I could.
FPV: I knew you were, Ramone. Thank you. I'll talk to you later.
I hung up the phone, leaning back into my chair to watch the rest of my promo.
FPV: Of course, when talking about your Walter, I suppose we do have to get a bit...serious about things. I suppose I shouldn't bury the lead any more than I already have.
You are a murderer, Walter. You have killed many times, and if left unchecked, you will continue to kill. Your victims were women, and you left them alive just long enough to suffer the most painful deaths imaginable. You caused one girl to kill herself. You are an evil, evil beast.
I know all of this because Etta told me. She not only told me, but she told everyone in her little introduction to Action Wrestling months ago. Months, god MONTHS have passed since this became public knowledge and yet NOTHING has been done about it. Everyone knows that library alibi is horseshit. The police know it, you know it Walter, and more than anyone Etta herself knows it. Yet she does NOTHING to put you down, in fact she keeps you around to suit her own needs, yet never says those specific needs are. She lets you off the hook for staining this country's soil with innocent blood because "she has her reasons," and she still thinks she's in the right in all of this?!
I can't abide by that Walter. Not one bit. I cannot be complicit in your hatred.
You try to put up a smokescreen of intelligence to fool anyone who doesn't look close enough to see through it. Your speech is formal to the point of ridiculousness. You use the same vocabulary Herman Melville used to describe the beauty of the sea in Moby Dick to justify torturing a man and breaking him until he can no longer further be broken. Your words seem fair and understandable to those with an untrained ear, but you know what, Walter? You've got a little bit in common with old KOS there.
You both use big words to say absolutely nothing. You both use glibness to fool the ignorant masses into thinking what you want them to. KOS does it because he wants to make people believe he is fighting for social reform when in fact all he does is living with dirt people in an unincorporated city. You do it to give plausible excuses as to why you feel the need to maim and kill. You say you're "culling the herd" for evolution's sake. Yet all of your victims before you joined AW, without exception, were women. How do you explain that, Walter? Any intelligent sentient being would know that a species needs females to survive and procreate, lest it die out. Any intelligent person would know that. You are not an intelligent person, Walter. You just use the evolution excuse to explain your base urges to kill and to end life. And don't act like that isn't all that is Walter, an excuse. It is and you know it.
You know it, yet you are so clouded by your own immense ego you still believe in your heart of hearts that what you're doing is rational. You still believe you are Man Evolved yet you turn into a stupid, rabid mongrel on the streets and in that ring, where everyone can truly see you for what you are. You've got an ego that could rival even Sam Kidsgrove, I'd go so far to say. He thinks that because of his status as an in-demand Hollywood actor, his resume of films and accomplishments, and his undeniable talent, that he is exempt from the rules of the goddamn company. The fact that he actually got away with paying the ref to let him into the Elimination Chamber only served to reinforce that ego of his.
You're just as bad as Kidsgrove, Walter. You think that just because you're hurting people for the good of mankind, that you are committing HEINOUS, UNSPEAKABLE ACTS all in the name of evolution, you think that that gives you the right to commit crimes that we sentence people to death over and get away with it? It doesn't. You only think that because you are so blinded by your own delusional BULLSHIT that you ended up falling for your own excuses and lies. Some intelligent being you are, MURDERER.
And yet, despite how much you clearly have it out for women, you still desire that sort of connection they bring you? Is that right Walter? You have killed SO many young women, and yet here you are, connected with Alyssa Payton, making it known to the whole world how much you two are an item by sharing a deep passionate kiss on live TV. You wanted to make everyone think you finally found the Belle to your Beast. Gee, finding temporary solace in the arms of beautiful women, who does that remind me of? That's right, the previous owner of this belt, Lissie Hope. Every time she felt a little down about herself, she was at that damn Sapphire club, soliciting the fake love and compassion that only strippers can bring, before leaving them to never see her again. Disposable lovers, if you will.
Walter, I do not believe for one second in my mind that you have the capacity to love. Your heart is so cold, so twisted and so goddamn EVIL that the idea that you can put one person above yourself is foreign to you. You are an animal. You do not love. You search for a mate. And when that mate proves unsuitable, you get rid of them and move on to the next. That's all that women are to you, Walter. Disposable Females. Tell me Walter, where is Alyssa Payton? Because I certainly haven't heard hide nor hair from her in a long time. Another victim to your animistic urges, if my guess is correct. Another name to avenge.
You've got the worst qualities of every person that I beat on the way to the finals of this Wrestler of the Year tournament, Walter, and you've multiplied those qualities to their logical conclusions. I beat them all on my way to the top Walter, and on Sunday, and I'm going to cap this whole tournament off by beating you, the amalgamation of all of the sins of my previous opponents. Yet my plan isn't merely to beat you, Walter? No, I intend to END you. I intend to PUT YOU DOWN UNTIL YOUR REIGN OF TERROR HAS COME TO A PERMANENT END.
This is beyond wrestling. It's ALWAYS been beyond wrestling when it comes to you, Walter. You are scourge upon the human race, and everyone knew it. yet they didn't want to do anything about it. Not me. I've had enough of this miscarriage of justice going any further. I cannot and WILL NOT allow to go any further in Action Wrestling. I'm going to do what the United States Justice System couldn't do and make you pay for your crimes. I'm going out there with the intent to destroy your body to the point where you're forced to suffer the same fate you gave Roger Payton Jr. and force you into a much needed early retirement. I want to hurt you until you can't possibly feel any more pain throughout your body, and then make you feel even more pain. I want to hurt you so that you NEVER hurt anyone else ever again.
Will I probably hurt myself a little in the process. Of course it will, it will be like punching a hole through a concrete wall. But that is a level of self-sacrifice that I am willing to put myself through if it means you finally get brought to justice. An I'm not only fighting this battle in the ring, Walter. As we speak, a battle cry is going out all across the nation. #PutDownTheMongrel. A call for everyone to end their ignorance and see you for the criminal you are. I want every single citizen in this country that you hold such disdain for to rally forward, take up arms and demand that you face whatever punishment you have coming to you.
If the justice system couldn't do it before, then allow me to be your own personal fucking death sentence, Walter.
I am the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.
I WILL be the Wrestler of the Year.
If for no other reason, I am going to win this match so that you cannot taint this company with your evil any further.
Etta was right. You are not Man Evolved. You are a simple, dumb Mongrel indulging in his own animistic desires.
And at Turmoil...
I am going to PUT!
THAT!
MONGREL!
DOWN!
No further words. I've said everything I need to say. Go to hell, you damned dirty Mongrel.