The Beast is Ready For His Feast
Feb 5, 2018 21:17:03 GMT -5
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Post by Beau Del Sol on Feb 5, 2018 21:17:03 GMT -5
Uncaged Animal
[Cameras panned around a solid slurried slush of snow. Just a big rock surrounded by water, the "Russian Alcatraz", the worst prison in the world looked as if it was floating in the middle of the desolate, hardly accessible iced over ocean. A helicopter with Action Wrestling markings circled the rock closing down on solid ground as it found a place to land. The blades blew back dirty snow as a camera crew crawled out of the bird and quickly turned getting a shot of two men in suits ducking down heading into the prison being saddled on either side by armed guards carrying assault rifles. As they made their way inside the only shot the camera crew could get was a back shot of the two suited men. They moved forward introducing themselves, though their voices were muffled the introduction couldn't be heard. A uniformed guard slid a card through a slot on the door and it clicked unlocking as he opened it guiding the men through a series of hallways and secured doors before finally reaching an elevator. Two men stood at the entrance and the guard that had been guiding the two gentlemen from the helicopter looked at the cameras.]
Guard: Turn them off.
[The guard was very dominant with his words and as the elevator doors opened the group stepped inside moving upward to the next floor. The doors opened revealing a long carpeted hallway lined with gunned guards on both sides of the hall. They began moving forward walking a good distance passing doors of different sorts until at the end of the hallway they reached a very large solid steel door. The guard put his finger on a pad then looked into a lens letting it scan his eye. The door slowly opened showing two more heavily armed guards on either side of a pair of large stained wooden doors. They stepped into the blank room looking at the guard confused.]
Guard: He's expecting you.
[The men opened the doors stepping inside, leaving the camera crew behind, who had secretly left the sound mics on while not taping. As the doors shut and the two men and whom ever else was inside began to talk their voices could barely be made out.]
Warden: Hello gentlemen welcome to my home. I am Mr. Putin, President Putin's brother. You should feel privileged to even be here. Don't waste my time what's your interest in that rotten American? He makes all of you, all of America, look pitiful. Not even your own country wanted him, nor could they handle him so he became mine. My little American pet. Why would you want such scum back in you're country?
[The warden leaned back in his large leather chair with his hands comfortably grasped in his lap. The two Action Wrestling representatives sat, leaning forward, with their forearms on their thighs.]
AW Representative #1: We want him back on American soil. He's only causing you problems, a problem you don't have the solution too besides taking up valuable space and putting your staff in high risk situations.
[Putin was about to speak when AW Representative #2 pulled a thick manilla envelope from inside his suit pocket and slid it across the table to Putin.]
AW Representative #2: Please prepare him to be removed from the prison.
[Putin opened envelope and flipped through the cash inside. He grinned lighting a cigarette and nodding pushing a button on top of his desk.]
Putin: Frost is leaving.
Guard: But we....
Putin: But nothing taking the whole damn squad if you need to don't be a pussy. I want him strapped and capped too. He's leaving now!
AW Representative #1: I don't need him hogtied. We know each other in a round about way.
Putin: Our safety not yours. They'll have him at the exit on the way to your helicopter.
[The men stood up shaking hands and giving each other their best. The AW Representatives heading back down stairs toward the exit where they saw a very large framed man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head. One of the Russian guards signaled to have him pushed to the helicopter while the to AW Representatives followed behind. The loaded him up and the two men crawled inside along with the camera crew as the helicopter took off gaining altitude. One representative went to the cockpit while the other stood in front of a silent man strapped to a chair. He looked at the camera crew signaling them to flip the cameras on.]
AW Representative #1: This should make for good television boys. Frost get ready to say hello to the world you haven't seen since you were a teenager.
[AW Representative #1 grabbed the bag and yanked it off of John Frost's head who immediately spit in his face. The Representatives head turned showing the face of Gravedigger. Gravedigger out of reaction hit Frost knocking him and the chair over. He stood over Frost dominantly.]
Gravedigger: Listen you piss ant I hooked you up and I blooded you into the circle. Just because I'm in this suit running a legit business don't forget who the fuck I am and don't forget we come from the same place. I'm trying to help you. Show respect or I'll drop you back off at that hell hole so fast your ass will pucker up. Now be a good little bitch and let me be a professional. I'm not what I was.
[Frost still on his side looked up at Gravedigger, blood spilling from his mouth. He spit the crimson liquid across the helicopters floor.]
Frost: You hooked me into better circles and made my life better on the inside but then you destroyed me with one of you're gang sets and got me transported to a new facility where I had to start over. You're a fucking cunt and a backstabber Digger.
Gravedigger: You have a lot of balls kid. It's the price of business. Now I'm going to give you a chance you probably don't deserve and I put you in some bad places but I did put you in the Russian Alcatraz you did that on your own. I bet you got a lot of bones huh? Look at all those tats of glory. Tags of war. You listen to the people around you and you'll be fine.
[Gravedigger grunted lifting the big man upright inside his restrained seat. He rolled him to the edge of the plain.]
Frost: Push me Digger. I've always wanted to free fall.
[Digger wrapped a parachute around the chair and pulled some documents from his suit. Digger ran a cord around the feet of the chair.]
Gravedigger: Sign these and your new life begins.
Frost: Give me a lawyer asshole.
Gravedigger: Last I checked you can't afford an attorney much less go against my team of attorneys.
Frost: I'm not signing your bullshit.
Gravedigger: I'd say go back to,the street like a punk ass bitch pulling your petty crimes but I can use you in my business venture. Let me make you an offer you can't refuse. Haha remind you of something?
[Gravedigger kicked Frost out of the helicopter and the chair fell about 20 feet bouncing up and down as it hit the end of the bungee cord. You could hear Frost yell in freight dangling thousands of feet high. Digger leaned out of the chopper with a sadistic grin yelling below.]
Gravedigger: That contract should be sounding pretty good to you right now or should I wipe my ass with it?
Frost: Goddamnit cut the shit and pull me up. I'll sign it.
[Frost yelled at the top of his lungs. They pulled him back into the chopper and Gravedigger kneeled wrapping an arm around him handing him the documents.]
Frost: What am I signing, that I'm going to have to blow you everyday?
Gravedigger: Ha your mouth doesn't open wide enough I,don't like teeth cheese grating my ass. Here's a pen sign it.
[Frost flipped through the pages reading what he could.]
Frost: Wrestling? Fucking wrestling? Pussies.
Gravedigger: Sign it or fly like a bird.
Frost: I don't know shit about wrestling!
Gravedigger: Then fight and adapt. I'll get you the help you need.
[Knowing he had no choice Frost went through the paperwork signing multiple pages. As he went through it Gravedigger was hooking a cord up to the parachute on the chair. Gravedigger grabbed the paperwork with a grin from Digger.]
Frost: What the hell are you doing!?
Gravedigger: You're landing zone is coming up. Maybe I'll see you around the locker room.
Frost: Digger don't do it I swear I'll slit you,from your nuts to your hairline.
Gravedigger: Ha! You,have a lot jokes for a man about to plummet. Don't worry you'll be safe down there, if you make it!
Frost: Fuck you! What about the code!
Gravedigger: Haha! I made that code. Go to sleep my little lamb.
[Digger pulled a syringe out stabbing Frost in the neck as you could hear him grunt. It only took seconds before he was completely unconscious. Gravedigger took a step back giving the chair a big boot. It flew out of the side of the helicopter plummeting at a high speed free fall before the parachute deployed. Gravedigger hung out the side door of the chopper yelling out below.]
Gravedigger: It's for your own good big man! Enjoy the ride!
***Early The Next Morning***
[Frost was passed out laid into a corner of the ring. His arms where stretched out across the ropes securely fastened to them. He sat with one knee pulled up peeling open his eyes. His blurred vision showed the outline of the ring. His head pounded. He was still confused trying to make out his surroundings.]
Marshall Gates: Rise and shine pretty boy.
[Gates took a large bite out of an egg sandwich sitting in a chair a few feet from the ring.]
Frost: Fuck you.
Gates: No thanks pal this isn't prison its the real world. I only fuck pink pussy and the occasional warm watermelon. Bet you wish you had watermelon in the pen huh?
Frost: Again fuck you. Where the hell am I?
Gates: Such a potty mouth. You're in the Action Wrestling training gym.
Frost: Heh. Doesn't look like anyone's training.
Gates: Well for the well being of the other wrestlers due to your reported mean streak we decided to clear it out just for you.
Frost: Way to make me feel special but I'm not interested I don't know how to wrestle and I don't care. I've been tied up for six months untie me and I'll leave peacefully.
Gates: There lies the problem.
[Gates held up a copy of a signed contract and waived it around the air.]
Gates: You signed this little puppy which means AW owns your ass for now.
Frost: And my money?
Gates: That depends on your performance. You can't wrestle but you can brawl right?
Frost: Yea I can hold my own.
Gates: Ok we'll see. We're doing this the old school way.
Frost: The old school way?
[Gates whistled and two men in wrestling gear came from the back crawling into the ring looking at Frost tied to the lower turnbuckle. They looked over at Marshall and he gave them a nod.]
Frost: Hold the fuckin phone don't I at least get to...
[The men started taking turns stomping out the big man. His body bounced with the unforgiving turnbuckles. After a few minutes of undefended attacks Gates called the men off.]
Gates: Untie him and see what he's got.
[The two guys untied John's arms from the ropes and picked him up delivering a double suplex. They took him off the mat sending him into the ropes where one man put a vicious spear on him flattening him out.]
Gates: Damn son you got that pretty orange jumpsuit on and all those tattoos and these two shit for brains are beating your ass. Do something!
[They lifted John back off the mat sending him into the ropes with a double Irish whip and then as he returned they performed a double backbreaker. Lifting him up once more they sent him into the turnbuckles. One man ran full speed at Frost and he lowered his shoulder sending him over the turnbuckles to the mat. Frost and the second man met in the middle trading blows before he finally dropped him and started stomping him out!]
Gates: Thatta boy work his ass over! Don't forget about the man outside the ring!
[Frost crawled up the turnbuckles looking at the downed man on the outside laying sprawled across the mat.]
Gates: Fly big man fly! I love it you crazy son of a bitch!
[Frost dove off the top turnbuckle landing on top of the other wrestler. He rolled to his back slowly getting up as the downed man curled in a ball writhing in pain.]
Gates: Oh shit it's getting good!
[As Frost got up the second wrestler came around the corner nailing John right across the back with a big chair shot that echoed through the building. Big John turned looking at him. He took another shot across the head, then a second. John just grinned.]
Gates: Damnit boy!
[Blood flowed down John's face as a third chair shot came he caught it ripping the chair from the mans hands and laying an onslaught of chair shots across his head and body. The man fell out on the floor unconscious as John stood over him. The wrestler behind him kicked him in the knee dropping him down and applying a camel clutch. John tried grabbing his hands and tearing them from his neck as his face turned red. Finally he flipped the man over snatching him up with a vicious head butt to the nose, blood squirting everywhere. He picked the man up easily raising him over his head. Big John stood on the floor sending the man flying over the top rope landing awkwardly in the ring.]
Gates: Holy shit you might put the action in Action Wrestling son! Now I've gotta find two new trainers looks like those guys are gonna need some time off. Come take a seat big man. Over there.
[Motioned Gates to a chair in front of a couple of cameras and lights.]
Frost: What the fuck?
[John looked confused and looked over at Marshall like he had lost his mind. Marshall pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it passing it over to John.]
Gates: Go cut a promo kid.
Frost: A promo?
Gates: Yea just talk some shit about your opponent say how you have some advantage. Make it entertaining you know? And your first opponent is some guy that goes by The Franchise Killer and think y'all had a few exchanges on Twitter that's all anyone really knows about the flashy asshole besides this.
[Gates showed Frost footage of T.F.K. Frost nodded his head taking a drag off the joint holding in the smoke as he walked to the chair and sat down leaning forward to look closer into the cameras. He blew the smoke out reaching behind the chair grabbing a can of beer. Popping it open and chugging the suds in a few seconds to crumple the can and toss it to the side. John stayed focused on the camera while continually hitting the joint.]
Frost: Excuse me AW fans I've been riding one hell of a cocaine and Xanax high so let me gather myself.
[Frost pauses hitting the joint and placing it in an ashtray on an end table only to grab an unlit cigarette. He sparks a match and putts the cigarette to the fire slowly exhaling.]
Frost: Whew, that's much better. Maybe I feel more like The Thad Man, The Franchise Killer! Thadieus the only franchise you've killed is the King Dynasty. Now I don't have parents, families, or a dynasty but damnit I know an embarassed pUncaged Animal
[Cameras panned around a solid slurried slush of snow. Just a big rock surrounded by water, the "Russian Alcatraz", the worst prison in the world looked as if it was floating in the middle of the desolate, hardly accessible iced over ocean. A helicopter with Action Wrestling markings circled the rock closing down on solid ground as it found a place to land. The blades blew back dirty snow as a camera crew crawled out of the bird and quickly turned getting a shot of two men in suits ducking down heading into the prison being saddled on either side by armed guards carrying assault rifles. As they made their way inside the only shot the camera crew could get was a back shot of the two suited men. They moved forward introducing themselves, though their voices were muffled the introduction couldn't be heard. A uniformed guard slid a card through a slot on the door and it clicked unlocking as he opened it guiding the men through a series of hallways and secured doors before finally reaching an elevator. Two men stood at the entrance and the guard that had been guiding the two gentlemen from the helicopter looked at the cameras.]
Guard: Turn them off.
[The guard was very dominant with his words and as the elevator doors opened the group stepped inside moving upward to the next floor. The doors opened revealing a long carpeted hallway lined with gunned guards on both sides of the hall. They began moving forward walking a good distance passing doors of different sorts until at the end of the hallway they reached a very large solid steel door. The guard put his finger on a pad then looked into a lens letting it scan his eye. The door slowly opened showing two more heavily armed guards on either side of a pair of large stained wooden doors. They stepped into the blank room looking at the guard confused.]
Guard: He's expecting you.
[The men opened the doors stepping inside, leaving the camera crew behind, who had secretly left the sound mics on while not taping. As the doors shut and the two men and whom ever else was inside began to talk their voices could barely be made out.]
Warden: Hello gentlemen welcome to my home. I am Mr. Putin, President Putin's brother. You should feel privileged to even be here. Don't waste my time what's your interest in that rotten American? He makes all of you, all of America, look pitiful. Not even your own country wanted him, nor could they handle him so he became mine. My little American pet. Why would you want such scum back in you're country?
[The warden leaned back in his large leather chair with his hands comfortably grasped in his lap. The two Action Wrestling representatives sat, leaning forward, with their forearms on their thighs.]
AW Representative #1: We want him back on American soil. He's only causing you problems, a problem you don't have the solution too besides taking up valuable space and putting your staff in high risk situations.
[Putin was about to speak when AW Representative #2 pulled a thick manilla envelope from inside his suit pocket and slid it across the table to Putin.]
AW Representative #2: Please prepare him to be removed from the prison.
[Putin opened envelope and flipped through the cash inside. He grinned lighting a cigarette and nodding pushing a button on top of his desk.]
Putin: Frost is leaving.
Guard: But we....
Putin: But nothing taking the whole damn squad if you need to don't be a pussy. I want him strapped and capped too. He's leaving now!
AW Representative #1: I don't need him hogtied. We know each other in a round about way.
Putin: Our safety not yours. They'll have him at the exit on the way to your helicopter.
[The men stood up shaking hands and giving each other their best. The AW Representatives heading back down stairs toward the exit where they saw a very large framed man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head. One of the Russian guards signaled to have him pushed to the helicopter while the to AW Representatives followed behind. The loaded him up and the two men crawled inside along with the camera crew as the helicopter took off gaining altitude. One representative went to the cockpit while the other stood in front of a silent man strapped to a chair. He looked at the camera crew signaling them to flip the cameras on.]
AW Representative #1: This should make for good television boys. Frost get ready to say hello to the world you haven't seen since you were a teenager.
[AW Representative #1 grabbed the bag and yanked it off of John Frost's head who immediately spit in his face. The Representatives head turned showing the face of Gravedigger. Gravedigger out of reaction hit Frost knocking him and the chair over. He stood over Frost dominantly.]
Gravedigger: Listen you piss ant I hooked you up and I blooded you into the circle. Just because I'm in this suit running a legit business don't forget who the fuck I am and don't forget we come from the same place. I'm trying to help you. Show respect or I'll drop you back off at that hell hole so fast your ass will pucker up. Now be a good little bitch and let me be a professional. I'm not what I was.
[Frost still on his side looked up at Gravedigger, blood spilling from his mouth. He spit the crimson liquid across the helicopters floor.]
Frost: You hooked me into better circles and made my life better on the inside but then you destroyed me with one of you're gang sets and got me transported to a new facility where I had to start over. You're a fucking cunt and a backstabber Digger.
Gravedigger: You have a lot of balls kid. It's the price of business. Now I'm going to give you a chance you probably don't deserve and I put you in some bad places but I did put you in the Russian Alcatraz you did that on your own. I bet you got a lot of bones huh? Look at all those tats of glory. Tags of war. You listen to the people around you and you'll be fine.
[Gravedigger grunted lifting the big man upright inside his restrained seat. He rolled him to the edge of the plain.]
Frost: Push me Digger. I've always wanted to free fall.
[Digger wrapped a parachute around the chair and pulled some documents from his suit. Digger ran a cord around the feet of the chair.]
Gravedigger: Sign these and your new life begins.
Frost: Give me a lawyer asshole.
Gravedigger: Last I checked you can't afford an attorney much less go against my team of attorneys.
Frost: I'm not signing your bullshit.
Gravedigger: I'd say go back to,the street like a punk ass bitch pulling your petty crimes but I can use you in my business venture. Let me make you an offer you can't refuse. Haha remind you of something?
[Gravedigger kicked Frost out of the helicopter and the chair fell about 20 feet bouncing up and down as it hit the end of the bungee cord. You could hear Frost yell in freight dangling thousands of feet high. Digger leaned out of the chopper with a sadistic grin yelling below.]
Gravedigger: That contract should be sounding pretty good to you right now or should I wipe my ass with it?
Frost: Goddamnit cut the shit and pull me up. I'll sign it.
[Frost yelled at the top of his lungs. They pulled him back into the chopper and Gravedigger kneeled wrapping an arm around him handing him the documents.]
Frost: What am I signing, that I'm going to have to blow you everyday?
Gravedigger: Ha your mouth doesn't open wide enough I,don't like teeth cheese grating my ass. Here's a pen sign it.
[Frost flipped through the pages reading what he could.]
Frost: Wrestling? Fucking wrestling? Pussies.
Gravedigger: Sign it or fly like a bird.
Frost: I don't know shit about wrestling!
Gravedigger: Then fight and adapt. I'll get you the help you need.
[Knowing he had no choice Frost went through the paperwork signing multiple pages. As he went through it Gravedigger was hooking a cord up to the parachute on the chair. Gravedigger grabbed the paperwork with a grin from Digger.]
Frost: What the hell are you doing!?
Gravedigger: You're landing zone is coming up. Maybe I'll see you around the locker room.
Frost: Digger don't do it I swear I'll slit you,from your nuts to your hairline.
Gravedigger: Ha! You,have a lot jokes for a man about to plummet. Don't worry you'll be safe down there, if you make it!
Frost: Fuck you! What about the code!
Gravedigger: Haha! I made that code. Go to sleep my little lamb.
[Digger pulled a syringe out stabbing Frost in the neck as you could hear him grunt. It only took seconds before he was completely unconscious. Gravedigger took a step back giving the chair a big boot. It flew out of the side of the helicopter plummeting at a high speed free fall before the parachute deployed. Gravedigger hung out the side door of the chopper yelling out below.]
Gravedigger: It's for your own good big man! Enjoy the ride!
***Early The Next Morning***
[Frost was passed out laid into a corner of the ring. His arms where stretched out across the ropes securely fastened to them. He sat with one knee pulled up peeling open his eyes. His blurred vision showed the outline of the ring. His head pounded. He was still confused trying to make out his surroundings.]
Marshall Gates: Rise and shine pretty boy.
[Gates took a large bite out of an egg sandwich sitting in a chair a few feet from the ring.]
Frost: Fuck you.
Gates: No thanks pal this isn't prison its the real world. I only fuck pink pussy and the occasional warm watermelon. Bet you wish you had watermelon in the pen huh?
Frost: Again fuck you. Where the hell am I?
Gates: Such a potty mouth. You're in the Action Wrestling training gym.
Frost: Heh. Doesn't look like anyone's training.
Gates: Well for the well being of the other wrestlers due to your reported mean streak we decided to clear it out just for you.
Frost: Way to make me feel special but I'm not interested I don't know how to wrestle and I don't care. I've been tied up for six months untie me and I'll leave peacefully.
Gates: There lies the problem.
[Gates held up a copy of a signed contract and waived it around the air.]
Gates: You signed this little puppy which means AW owns your ass for now.
Frost: And my money?
Gates: That depends on your performance. You can't wrestle but you can brawl right?
Frost: Yea I can hold my own.
Gates: Ok we'll see. We're doing this the old school way.
Frost: The old school way?
[Gates whistled and two men in wrestling gear came from the back crawling into the ring looking at Frost tied to the lower turnbuckle. They looked over at Marshall and he gave them a nod.]
Frost: Hold the fuckin phone don't I at least get to...
[The men started taking turns stomping out the big man. His body bounced with the unforgiving turnbuckles. After a few minutes of undefended attacks Gates called the men off.]
Gates: Untie him and see what he's got.
[The two guys untied John's arms from the ropes and picked him up delivering a double suplex. They took him off the mat sending him into the ropes where one man put a vicious spear on him flattening him out.]
Gates: Damn son you got that pretty orange jumpsuit on and all those tattoos and these two shit for brains are beating your ass. Do something!
[They lifted John back off the mat sending him into the ropes with a double Irish whip and then as he returned they performed a double backbreaker. Lifting him up once more they sent him into the turnbuckles. One man ran full speed at Frost and he lowered his shoulder sending him over the turnbuckles to the mat. Frost and the second man met in the middle trading blows before he finally dropped him and started stomping him out!]
Gates: Thatta boy work his ass over! Don't forget about the man outside the ring!
[Frost crawled up the turnbuckles looking at the downed man on the outside laying sprawled across the mat.]
Gates: Fly big man fly! I love it you crazy son of a bitch!
[Frost dove off the top turnbuckle landing on top of the other wrestler. He rolled to his back slowly getting up as the downed man curled in a ball writhing in pain.]
Gates: Oh shit it's getting good!
[As Frost got up the second wrestler came around the corner nailing John right across the back with a big chair shot that echoed through the building. Big John turned looking at him. He took another shot across the head, then a second. John just grinned.]
Gates: Damnit boy!
[Blood flowed down John's face as a third chair shot came he caught it ripping the chair from the mans hands and laying an onslaught of chair shots across his head and body. The man fell out on the floor unconscious as John stood over him. The wrestler behind him kicked him in the knee dropping him down and applying a camel clutch. John tried grabbing his hands and tearing them from his neck as his face turned red. Finally he flipped the man over snatching him up with a vicious head butt to the nose, blood squirting everywhere. He picked the man up easily raising him over his head. Big John stood on the floor sending the man flying over the top rope landing awkwardly in the ring.]
Gates: Holy shit you might put the action in Action Wrestling son! Now I've gotta find two new trainers looks like those guys are gonna need some time off. Come take a seat big man. Over there.
[Motioned Gates to a chair in front of a couple of cameras and lights.]
Frost: What the fuck?
[John looked confused and looked over at Marshall like he had lost his mind. Marshall pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it passing it over to John.]
Gates: Go cut a promo kid.
Frost: A promo?
Gates: Yea just talk some shit about your opponent say how you have some advantage. Make it entertaining you know? And your first opponent is some guy that goes by The Franchise Killer and think y'all had a few exchanges on Twitter that's all anyone really knows about the flashy asshole besides this.
[Gates showed Frost footage of T.F.K. Frost nodded his head taking a drag off the joint holding in the smoke as he walked to the chair and sat down leaning forward to look closer into the cameras. He blew the smoke out reaching behind the chair grabbing a can of beer. Popping it open and chugging the suds in a few seconds to crumple the can and toss it to the side. John stayed focused on the camera while continually hitting the joint.]
Frost: Excuse me AW fans I've been riding one hell of a cocaine and Xanax high so let me gather myself.
[Frost pauses hitting the joint and placing it in an ashtray on an end table only to grab an unlit cigarette. He sparks a match and putts the cigarette to the fire slowly exhaling.]
Frost: Whew, that's much better. Maybe I feel more like The Thad Man, The Franchise Killer! Thadieus the only franchise you've killed is the King Dynasty. Now I don't have parents, families, or a dynasty but damnit I know an embarrassed pathetic piece so shit when I see one. Your walking around living with daddy jerking off with Jergens to the moans of your dad pleasuring women younger than you while you try to use a hot tub and a leather couch to get laid. Are you still in high school? And deep down I think your a faggot, a queer, I believe it as much as you like to talk about assholes and men gang ganging each other.
I've got street smarts and common sense you have, well you live in your fathers shadow that's what you have. I fight hard, mean dirty, with bad intentions and I don't give a fuck because I am the baddest man in AW until proven otherwise. As of now I've made Action Wrestling my stomping ground. What you do is wrestle. Just like your old daddy said you grease up and wanna rub around on other men. I come to the ring to annihilate, not to play, not to hold your hand, not to hug you. I'm bring the pain. But I will say thank you. Thank you for being a jobber and giving me an easy step up to the next round.
This isn't your daddy's house and since you brought up steel cages and escaping I've got one better for you. Since your so bold I'm requesting a prison match. Won't it be a grand way to kick off the premiere of Clash? I bet Franklin would want to get some tape on that me and him would both make bank. However your bank is his bank so,it's a loss no matter how you look at it Thad.
This is my yard. I'm the big dog and the big dogs got to eat. You're the first meal on my menu. See you soon pretty boy.
[Cameras panned around a solid slurried slush of snow. Just a big rock surrounded by water, the "Russian Alcatraz", the worst prison in the world looked as if it was floating in the middle of the desolate, hardly accessible iced over ocean. A helicopter with Action Wrestling markings circled the rock closing down on solid ground as it found a place to land. The blades blew back dirty snow as a camera crew crawled out of the bird and quickly turned getting a shot of two men in suits ducking down heading into the prison being saddled on either side by armed guards carrying assault rifles. As they made their way inside the only shot the camera crew could get was a back shot of the two suited men. They moved forward introducing themselves, though their voices were muffled the introduction couldn't be heard. A uniformed guard slid a card through a slot on the door and it clicked unlocking as he opened it guiding the men through a series of hallways and secured doors before finally reaching an elevator. Two men stood at the entrance and the guard that had been guiding the two gentlemen from the helicopter looked at the cameras.]
Guard: Turn them off.
[The guard was very dominant with his words and as the elevator doors opened the group stepped inside moving upward to the next floor. The doors opened revealing a long carpeted hallway lined with gunned guards on both sides of the hall. They began moving forward walking a good distance passing doors of different sorts until at the end of the hallway they reached a very large solid steel door. The guard put his finger on a pad then looked into a lens letting it scan his eye. The door slowly opened showing two more heavily armed guards on either side of a pair of large stained wooden doors. They stepped into the blank room looking at the guard confused.]
Guard: He's expecting you.
[The men opened the doors stepping inside, leaving the camera crew behind, who had secretly left the sound mics on while not taping. As the doors shut and the two men and whom ever else was inside began to talk their voices could barely be made out.]
Warden: Hello gentlemen welcome to my home. I am Mr. Putin, President Putin's brother. You should feel privileged to even be here. Don't waste my time what's your interest in that rotten American? He makes all of you, all of America, look pitiful. Not even your own country wanted him, nor could they handle him so he became mine. My little American pet. Why would you want such scum back in you're country?
[The warden leaned back in his large leather chair with his hands comfortably grasped in his lap. The two Action Wrestling representatives sat, leaning forward, with their forearms on their thighs.]
AW Representative #1: We want him back on American soil. He's only causing you problems, a problem you don't have the solution too besides taking up valuable space and putting your staff in high risk situations.
[Putin was about to speak when AW Representative #2 pulled a thick manilla envelope from inside his suit pocket and slid it across the table to Putin.]
AW Representative #2: Please prepare him to be removed from the prison.
[Putin opened envelope and flipped through the cash inside. He grinned lighting a cigarette and nodding pushing a button on top of his desk.]
Putin: Frost is leaving.
Guard: But we....
Putin: But nothing taking the whole damn squad if you need to don't be a pussy. I want him strapped and capped too. He's leaving now!
AW Representative #1: I don't need him hogtied. We know each other in a round about way.
Putin: Our safety not yours. They'll have him at the exit on the way to your helicopter.
[The men stood up shaking hands and giving each other their best. The AW Representatives heading back down stairs toward the exit where they saw a very large framed man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head. One of the Russian guards signaled to have him pushed to the helicopter while the to AW Representatives followed behind. The loaded him up and the two men crawled inside along with the camera crew as the helicopter took off gaining altitude. One representative went to the cockpit while the other stood in front of a silent man strapped to a chair. He looked at the camera crew signaling them to flip the cameras on.]
AW Representative #1: This should make for good television boys. Frost get ready to say hello to the world you haven't seen since you were a teenager.
[AW Representative #1 grabbed the bag and yanked it off of John Frost's head who immediately spit in his face. The Representatives head turned showing the face of Gravedigger. Gravedigger out of reaction hit Frost knocking him and the chair over. He stood over Frost dominantly.]
Gravedigger: Listen you piss ant I hooked you up and I blooded you into the circle. Just because I'm in this suit running a legit business don't forget who the fuck I am and don't forget we come from the same place. I'm trying to help you. Show respect or I'll drop you back off at that hell hole so fast your ass will pucker up. Now be a good little bitch and let me be a professional. I'm not what I was.
[Frost still on his side looked up at Gravedigger, blood spilling from his mouth. He spit the crimson liquid across the helicopters floor.]
Frost: You hooked me into better circles and made my life better on the inside but then you destroyed me with one of you're gang sets and got me transported to a new facility where I had to start over. You're a fucking cunt and a backstabber Digger.
Gravedigger: You have a lot of balls kid. It's the price of business. Now I'm going to give you a chance you probably don't deserve and I put you in some bad places but I did put you in the Russian Alcatraz you did that on your own. I bet you got a lot of bones huh? Look at all those tats of glory. Tags of war. You listen to the people around you and you'll be fine.
[Gravedigger grunted lifting the big man upright inside his restrained seat. He rolled him to the edge of the plain.]
Frost: Push me Digger. I've always wanted to free fall.
[Digger wrapped a parachute around the chair and pulled some documents from his suit. Digger ran a cord around the feet of the chair.]
Gravedigger: Sign these and your new life begins.
Frost: Give me a lawyer asshole.
Gravedigger: Last I checked you can't afford an attorney much less go against my team of attorneys.
Frost: I'm not signing your bullshit.
Gravedigger: I'd say go back to,the street like a punk ass bitch pulling your petty crimes but I can use you in my business venture. Let me make you an offer you can't refuse. Haha remind you of something?
[Gravedigger kicked Frost out of the helicopter and the chair fell about 20 feet bouncing up and down as it hit the end of the bungee cord. You could hear Frost yell in freight dangling thousands of feet high. Digger leaned out of the chopper with a sadistic grin yelling below.]
Gravedigger: That contract should be sounding pretty good to you right now or should I wipe my ass with it?
Frost: Goddamnit cut the shit and pull me up. I'll sign it.
[Frost yelled at the top of his lungs. They pulled him back into the chopper and Gravedigger kneeled wrapping an arm around him handing him the documents.]
Frost: What am I signing, that I'm going to have to blow you everyday?
Gravedigger: Ha your mouth doesn't open wide enough I,don't like teeth cheese grating my ass. Here's a pen sign it.
[Frost flipped through the pages reading what he could.]
Frost: Wrestling? Fucking wrestling? Pussies.
Gravedigger: Sign it or fly like a bird.
Frost: I don't know shit about wrestling!
Gravedigger: Then fight and adapt. I'll get you the help you need.
[Knowing he had no choice Frost went through the paperwork signing multiple pages. As he went through it Gravedigger was hooking a cord up to the parachute on the chair. Gravedigger grabbed the paperwork with a grin from Digger.]
Frost: What the hell are you doing!?
Gravedigger: You're landing zone is coming up. Maybe I'll see you around the locker room.
Frost: Digger don't do it I swear I'll slit you,from your nuts to your hairline.
Gravedigger: Ha! You,have a lot jokes for a man about to plummet. Don't worry you'll be safe down there, if you make it!
Frost: Fuck you! What about the code!
Gravedigger: Haha! I made that code. Go to sleep my little lamb.
[Digger pulled a syringe out stabbing Frost in the neck as you could hear him grunt. It only took seconds before he was completely unconscious. Gravedigger took a step back giving the chair a big boot. It flew out of the side of the helicopter plummeting at a high speed free fall before the parachute deployed. Gravedigger hung out the side door of the chopper yelling out below.]
Gravedigger: It's for your own good big man! Enjoy the ride!
***Early The Next Morning***
[Frost was passed out laid into a corner of the ring. His arms where stretched out across the ropes securely fastened to them. He sat with one knee pulled up peeling open his eyes. His blurred vision showed the outline of the ring. His head pounded. He was still confused trying to make out his surroundings.]
Marshall Gates: Rise and shine pretty boy.
[Gates took a large bite out of an egg sandwich sitting in a chair a few feet from the ring.]
Frost: Fuck you.
Gates: No thanks pal this isn't prison its the real world. I only fuck pink pussy and the occasional warm watermelon. Bet you wish you had watermelon in the pen huh?
Frost: Again fuck you. Where the hell am I?
Gates: Such a potty mouth. You're in the Action Wrestling training gym.
Frost: Heh. Doesn't look like anyone's training.
Gates: Well for the well being of the other wrestlers due to your reported mean streak we decided to clear it out just for you.
Frost: Way to make me feel special but I'm not interested I don't know how to wrestle and I don't care. I've been tied up for six months untie me and I'll leave peacefully.
Gates: There lies the problem.
[Gates held up a copy of a signed contract and waived it around the air.]
Gates: You signed this little puppy which means AW owns your ass for now.
Frost: And my money?
Gates: That depends on your performance. You can't wrestle but you can brawl right?
Frost: Yea I can hold my own.
Gates: Ok we'll see. We're doing this the old school way.
Frost: The old school way?
[Gates whistled and two men in wrestling gear came from the back crawling into the ring looking at Frost tied to the lower turnbuckle. They looked over at Marshall and he gave them a nod.]
Frost: Hold the fuckin phone don't I at least get to...
[The men started taking turns stomping out the big man. His body bounced with the unforgiving turnbuckles. After a few minutes of undefended attacks Gates called the men off.]
Gates: Untie him and see what he's got.
[The two guys untied John's arms from the ropes and picked him up delivering a double suplex. They took him off the mat sending him into the ropes where one man put a vicious spear on him flattening him out.]
Gates: Damn son you got that pretty orange jumpsuit on and all those tattoos and these two shit for brains are beating your ass. Do something!
[They lifted John back off the mat sending him into the ropes with a double Irish whip and then as he returned they performed a double backbreaker. Lifting him up once more they sent him into the turnbuckles. One man ran full speed at Frost and he lowered his shoulder sending him over the turnbuckles to the mat. Frost and the second man met in the middle trading blows before he finally dropped him and started stomping him out!]
Gates: Thatta boy work his ass over! Don't forget about the man outside the ring!
[Frost crawled up the turnbuckles looking at the downed man on the outside laying sprawled across the mat.]
Gates: Fly big man fly! I love it you crazy son of a bitch!
[Frost dove off the top turnbuckle landing on top of the other wrestler. He rolled to his back slowly getting up as the downed man curled in a ball writhing in pain.]
Gates: Oh shit it's getting good!
[As Frost got up the second wrestler came around the corner nailing John right across the back with a big chair shot that echoed through the building. Big John turned looking at him. He took another shot across the head, then a second. John just grinned.]
Gates: Damnit boy!
[Blood flowed down John's face as a third chair shot came he caught it ripping the chair from the mans hands and laying an onslaught of chair shots across his head and body. The man fell out on the floor unconscious as John stood over him. The wrestler behind him kicked him in the knee dropping him down and applying a camel clutch. John tried grabbing his hands and tearing them from his neck as his face turned red. Finally he flipped the man over snatching him up with a vicious head butt to the nose, blood squirting everywhere. He picked the man up easily raising him over his head. Big John stood on the floor sending the man flying over the top rope landing awkwardly in the ring.]
Gates: Holy shit you might put the action in Action Wrestling son! Now I've gotta find two new trainers looks like those guys are gonna need some time off. Come take a seat big man. Over there.
[Motioned Gates to a chair in front of a couple of cameras and lights.]
Frost: What the fuck?
[John looked confused and looked over at Marshall like he had lost his mind. Marshall pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it passing it over to John.]
Gates: Go cut a promo kid.
Frost: A promo?
Gates: Yea just talk some shit about your opponent say how you have some advantage. Make it entertaining you know? And your first opponent is some guy that goes by The Franchise Killer and think y'all had a few exchanges on Twitter that's all anyone really knows about the flashy asshole besides this.
[Gates showed Frost footage of T.F.K. Frost nodded his head taking a drag off the joint holding in the smoke as he walked to the chair and sat down leaning forward to look closer into the cameras. He blew the smoke out reaching behind the chair grabbing a can of beer. Popping it open and chugging the suds in a few seconds to crumple the can and toss it to the side. John stayed focused on the camera while continually hitting the joint.]
Frost: Excuse me AW fans I've been riding one hell of a cocaine and Xanax high so let me gather myself.
[Frost pauses hitting the joint and placing it in an ashtray on an end table only to grab an unlit cigarette. He sparks a match and putts the cigarette to the fire slowly exhaling.]
Frost: Whew, that's much better. Maybe I feel more like The Thad Man, The Franchise Killer! Thadieus the only franchise you've killed is the King Dynasty. Now I don't have parents, families, or a dynasty but damnit I know an embarassed pUncaged Animal
[Cameras panned around a solid slurried slush of snow. Just a big rock surrounded by water, the "Russian Alcatraz", the worst prison in the world looked as if it was floating in the middle of the desolate, hardly accessible iced over ocean. A helicopter with Action Wrestling markings circled the rock closing down on solid ground as it found a place to land. The blades blew back dirty snow as a camera crew crawled out of the bird and quickly turned getting a shot of two men in suits ducking down heading into the prison being saddled on either side by armed guards carrying assault rifles. As they made their way inside the only shot the camera crew could get was a back shot of the two suited men. They moved forward introducing themselves, though their voices were muffled the introduction couldn't be heard. A uniformed guard slid a card through a slot on the door and it clicked unlocking as he opened it guiding the men through a series of hallways and secured doors before finally reaching an elevator. Two men stood at the entrance and the guard that had been guiding the two gentlemen from the helicopter looked at the cameras.]
Guard: Turn them off.
[The guard was very dominant with his words and as the elevator doors opened the group stepped inside moving upward to the next floor. The doors opened revealing a long carpeted hallway lined with gunned guards on both sides of the hall. They began moving forward walking a good distance passing doors of different sorts until at the end of the hallway they reached a very large solid steel door. The guard put his finger on a pad then looked into a lens letting it scan his eye. The door slowly opened showing two more heavily armed guards on either side of a pair of large stained wooden doors. They stepped into the blank room looking at the guard confused.]
Guard: He's expecting you.
[The men opened the doors stepping inside, leaving the camera crew behind, who had secretly left the sound mics on while not taping. As the doors shut and the two men and whom ever else was inside began to talk their voices could barely be made out.]
Warden: Hello gentlemen welcome to my home. I am Mr. Putin, President Putin's brother. You should feel privileged to even be here. Don't waste my time what's your interest in that rotten American? He makes all of you, all of America, look pitiful. Not even your own country wanted him, nor could they handle him so he became mine. My little American pet. Why would you want such scum back in you're country?
[The warden leaned back in his large leather chair with his hands comfortably grasped in his lap. The two Action Wrestling representatives sat, leaning forward, with their forearms on their thighs.]
AW Representative #1: We want him back on American soil. He's only causing you problems, a problem you don't have the solution too besides taking up valuable space and putting your staff in high risk situations.
[Putin was about to speak when AW Representative #2 pulled a thick manilla envelope from inside his suit pocket and slid it across the table to Putin.]
AW Representative #2: Please prepare him to be removed from the prison.
[Putin opened envelope and flipped through the cash inside. He grinned lighting a cigarette and nodding pushing a button on top of his desk.]
Putin: Frost is leaving.
Guard: But we....
Putin: But nothing taking the whole damn squad if you need to don't be a pussy. I want him strapped and capped too. He's leaving now!
AW Representative #1: I don't need him hogtied. We know each other in a round about way.
Putin: Our safety not yours. They'll have him at the exit on the way to your helicopter.
[The men stood up shaking hands and giving each other their best. The AW Representatives heading back down stairs toward the exit where they saw a very large framed man strapped to a chair with a bag over his head. One of the Russian guards signaled to have him pushed to the helicopter while the to AW Representatives followed behind. The loaded him up and the two men crawled inside along with the camera crew as the helicopter took off gaining altitude. One representative went to the cockpit while the other stood in front of a silent man strapped to a chair. He looked at the camera crew signaling them to flip the cameras on.]
AW Representative #1: This should make for good television boys. Frost get ready to say hello to the world you haven't seen since you were a teenager.
[AW Representative #1 grabbed the bag and yanked it off of John Frost's head who immediately spit in his face. The Representatives head turned showing the face of Gravedigger. Gravedigger out of reaction hit Frost knocking him and the chair over. He stood over Frost dominantly.]
Gravedigger: Listen you piss ant I hooked you up and I blooded you into the circle. Just because I'm in this suit running a legit business don't forget who the fuck I am and don't forget we come from the same place. I'm trying to help you. Show respect or I'll drop you back off at that hell hole so fast your ass will pucker up. Now be a good little bitch and let me be a professional. I'm not what I was.
[Frost still on his side looked up at Gravedigger, blood spilling from his mouth. He spit the crimson liquid across the helicopters floor.]
Frost: You hooked me into better circles and made my life better on the inside but then you destroyed me with one of you're gang sets and got me transported to a new facility where I had to start over. You're a fucking cunt and a backstabber Digger.
Gravedigger: You have a lot of balls kid. It's the price of business. Now I'm going to give you a chance you probably don't deserve and I put you in some bad places but I did put you in the Russian Alcatraz you did that on your own. I bet you got a lot of bones huh? Look at all those tats of glory. Tags of war. You listen to the people around you and you'll be fine.
[Gravedigger grunted lifting the big man upright inside his restrained seat. He rolled him to the edge of the plain.]
Frost: Push me Digger. I've always wanted to free fall.
[Digger wrapped a parachute around the chair and pulled some documents from his suit. Digger ran a cord around the feet of the chair.]
Gravedigger: Sign these and your new life begins.
Frost: Give me a lawyer asshole.
Gravedigger: Last I checked you can't afford an attorney much less go against my team of attorneys.
Frost: I'm not signing your bullshit.
Gravedigger: I'd say go back to,the street like a punk ass bitch pulling your petty crimes but I can use you in my business venture. Let me make you an offer you can't refuse. Haha remind you of something?
[Gravedigger kicked Frost out of the helicopter and the chair fell about 20 feet bouncing up and down as it hit the end of the bungee cord. You could hear Frost yell in freight dangling thousands of feet high. Digger leaned out of the chopper with a sadistic grin yelling below.]
Gravedigger: That contract should be sounding pretty good to you right now or should I wipe my ass with it?
Frost: Goddamnit cut the shit and pull me up. I'll sign it.
[Frost yelled at the top of his lungs. They pulled him back into the chopper and Gravedigger kneeled wrapping an arm around him handing him the documents.]
Frost: What am I signing, that I'm going to have to blow you everyday?
Gravedigger: Ha your mouth doesn't open wide enough I,don't like teeth cheese grating my ass. Here's a pen sign it.
[Frost flipped through the pages reading what he could.]
Frost: Wrestling? Fucking wrestling? Pussies.
Gravedigger: Sign it or fly like a bird.
Frost: I don't know shit about wrestling!
Gravedigger: Then fight and adapt. I'll get you the help you need.
[Knowing he had no choice Frost went through the paperwork signing multiple pages. As he went through it Gravedigger was hooking a cord up to the parachute on the chair. Gravedigger grabbed the paperwork with a grin from Digger.]
Frost: What the hell are you doing!?
Gravedigger: You're landing zone is coming up. Maybe I'll see you around the locker room.
Frost: Digger don't do it I swear I'll slit you,from your nuts to your hairline.
Gravedigger: Ha! You,have a lot jokes for a man about to plummet. Don't worry you'll be safe down there, if you make it!
Frost: Fuck you! What about the code!
Gravedigger: Haha! I made that code. Go to sleep my little lamb.
[Digger pulled a syringe out stabbing Frost in the neck as you could hear him grunt. It only took seconds before he was completely unconscious. Gravedigger took a step back giving the chair a big boot. It flew out of the side of the helicopter plummeting at a high speed free fall before the parachute deployed. Gravedigger hung out the side door of the chopper yelling out below.]
Gravedigger: It's for your own good big man! Enjoy the ride!
***Early The Next Morning***
[Frost was passed out laid into a corner of the ring. His arms where stretched out across the ropes securely fastened to them. He sat with one knee pulled up peeling open his eyes. His blurred vision showed the outline of the ring. His head pounded. He was still confused trying to make out his surroundings.]
Marshall Gates: Rise and shine pretty boy.
[Gates took a large bite out of an egg sandwich sitting in a chair a few feet from the ring.]
Frost: Fuck you.
Gates: No thanks pal this isn't prison its the real world. I only fuck pink pussy and the occasional warm watermelon. Bet you wish you had watermelon in the pen huh?
Frost: Again fuck you. Where the hell am I?
Gates: Such a potty mouth. You're in the Action Wrestling training gym.
Frost: Heh. Doesn't look like anyone's training.
Gates: Well for the well being of the other wrestlers due to your reported mean streak we decided to clear it out just for you.
Frost: Way to make me feel special but I'm not interested I don't know how to wrestle and I don't care. I've been tied up for six months untie me and I'll leave peacefully.
Gates: There lies the problem.
[Gates held up a copy of a signed contract and waived it around the air.]
Gates: You signed this little puppy which means AW owns your ass for now.
Frost: And my money?
Gates: That depends on your performance. You can't wrestle but you can brawl right?
Frost: Yea I can hold my own.
Gates: Ok we'll see. We're doing this the old school way.
Frost: The old school way?
[Gates whistled and two men in wrestling gear came from the back crawling into the ring looking at Frost tied to the lower turnbuckle. They looked over at Marshall and he gave them a nod.]
Frost: Hold the fuckin phone don't I at least get to...
[The men started taking turns stomping out the big man. His body bounced with the unforgiving turnbuckles. After a few minutes of undefended attacks Gates called the men off.]
Gates: Untie him and see what he's got.
[The two guys untied John's arms from the ropes and picked him up delivering a double suplex. They took him off the mat sending him into the ropes where one man put a vicious spear on him flattening him out.]
Gates: Damn son you got that pretty orange jumpsuit on and all those tattoos and these two shit for brains are beating your ass. Do something!
[They lifted John back off the mat sending him into the ropes with a double Irish whip and then as he returned they performed a double backbreaker. Lifting him up once more they sent him into the turnbuckles. One man ran full speed at Frost and he lowered his shoulder sending him over the turnbuckles to the mat. Frost and the second man met in the middle trading blows before he finally dropped him and started stomping him out!]
Gates: Thatta boy work his ass over! Don't forget about the man outside the ring!
[Frost crawled up the turnbuckles looking at the downed man on the outside laying sprawled across the mat.]
Gates: Fly big man fly! I love it you crazy son of a bitch!
[Frost dove off the top turnbuckle landing on top of the other wrestler. He rolled to his back slowly getting up as the downed man curled in a ball writhing in pain.]
Gates: Oh shit it's getting good!
[As Frost got up the second wrestler came around the corner nailing John right across the back with a big chair shot that echoed through the building. Big John turned looking at him. He took another shot across the head, then a second. John just grinned.]
Gates: Damnit boy!
[Blood flowed down John's face as a third chair shot came he caught it ripping the chair from the mans hands and laying an onslaught of chair shots across his head and body. The man fell out on the floor unconscious as John stood over him. The wrestler behind him kicked him in the knee dropping him down and applying a camel clutch. John tried grabbing his hands and tearing them from his neck as his face turned red. Finally he flipped the man over snatching him up with a vicious head butt to the nose, blood squirting everywhere. He picked the man up easily raising him over his head. Big John stood on the floor sending the man flying over the top rope landing awkwardly in the ring.]
Gates: Holy shit you might put the action in Action Wrestling son! Now I've gotta find two new trainers looks like those guys are gonna need some time off. Come take a seat big man. Over there.
[Motioned Gates to a chair in front of a couple of cameras and lights.]
Frost: What the fuck?
[John looked confused and looked over at Marshall like he had lost his mind. Marshall pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and lit it passing it over to John.]
Gates: Go cut a promo kid.
Frost: A promo?
Gates: Yea just talk some shit about your opponent say how you have some advantage. Make it entertaining you know? And your first opponent is some guy that goes by The Franchise Killer and think y'all had a few exchanges on Twitter that's all anyone really knows about the flashy asshole besides this.
[Gates showed Frost footage of T.F.K. Frost nodded his head taking a drag off the joint holding in the smoke as he walked to the chair and sat down leaning forward to look closer into the cameras. He blew the smoke out reaching behind the chair grabbing a can of beer. Popping it open and chugging the suds in a few seconds to crumple the can and toss it to the side. John stayed focused on the camera while continually hitting the joint.]
Frost: Excuse me AW fans I've been riding one hell of a cocaine and Xanax high so let me gather myself.
[Frost pauses hitting the joint and placing it in an ashtray on an end table only to grab an unlit cigarette. He sparks a match and putts the cigarette to the fire slowly exhaling.]
Frost: Whew, that's much better. Maybe I feel more like The Thad Man, The Franchise Killer! Thadieus the only franchise you've killed is the King Dynasty. Now I don't have parents, families, or a dynasty but damnit I know an embarrassed pathetic piece so shit when I see one. Your walking around living with daddy jerking off with Jergens to the moans of your dad pleasuring women younger than you while you try to use a hot tub and a leather couch to get laid. Are you still in high school? And deep down I think your a faggot, a queer, I believe it as much as you like to talk about assholes and men gang ganging each other.
I've got street smarts and common sense you have, well you live in your fathers shadow that's what you have. I fight hard, mean dirty, with bad intentions and I don't give a fuck because I am the baddest man in AW until proven otherwise. As of now I've made Action Wrestling my stomping ground. What you do is wrestle. Just like your old daddy said you grease up and wanna rub around on other men. I come to the ring to annihilate, not to play, not to hold your hand, not to hug you. I'm bring the pain. But I will say thank you. Thank you for being a jobber and giving me an easy step up to the next round.
This isn't your daddy's house and since you brought up steel cages and escaping I've got one better for you. Since your so bold I'm requesting a prison match. Won't it be a grand way to kick off the premiere of Clash? I bet Franklin would want to get some tape on that me and him would both make bank. However your bank is his bank so,it's a loss no matter how you look at it Thad.
This is my yard. I'm the big dog and the big dogs got to eat. You're the first meal on my menu. See you soon pretty boy.