Post by Raging Frank Lowe on Nov 24, 2020 19:36:42 GMT -5
“Back in 1993, the US government engaged in a siege of a compound just outside of Waco, Texas. Inside the facility were dozens and dozens of men, women, and children who came together to explore their beliefs. Sure, they had some illegal weapons, but ultimately, they were just living. Until the ATF and the FBI showed up anyway. Then they were just some good old Texas barbecue. No sauce, just a nice smoke ring and a crust…”
Frank does a chef’s kiss gesture with his hand.
“A year later, some fellas who watched the government burn those mamas and babies filled a moving truck full of diesel and fertilizer and drove that son of a bitch to the front door of the Oklahoma City federal building and lit that fucker up.”
Frank makes the gesture of an explosion with his hands.
“Now, what the fuck does any of this history lesson have to do with Turmoil, Matthias Mentzel, and Corey Bull? Well, the answer is simple: actions have consequences. What happens when you start hoarding illegal guns? A siege. What happens when you roast mamas and their babies in full view of the whole world? A retaliatory attack. That’s how shit works, right? Action, reaction. That’s life. It’s a universal rule really, and this company... abides by those universal rules all the same as any and everyone else who’s living and breathing.”
Frank smirks.
“But as I look at you two boys, I have just got to wonder one thing… are you Koresh and the Branch Davidians, are you the ATF and the FBI, or are you Tim McVeigh and his dual axel death machine? Matthias forced himself into a match where he had no place. He got his goons - oddly enough, the ones he denies needing for some fuckin’ reason - to hold my boy hostage until I had to let him sign his own death warrant by becoming an official particpant in my title match. Bull forgot how to drown. Actions. Both of ‘em. One didn’t make a damn bit of sense: why are you so desperate to be destroyed Matty? One makes plenty of sense: I respect Bull’s fight for his life. Ultimately, I started with a match against Odin Balfore, and when all was said and done, I am left squaring off against Matty and Bull, and all of those changes are the direct reactions to Matthias’s original actions. Who pissed Odin off until he flamed himself into a mandatory vacation? Matthias. Who pissed Bull off to the point that Pasternak inserted the big boy into the match? Matthias. So really, Matthias is the action, Bull is the reaction, and I’m left to sweep up the fucking mess.”
“But it’s fine, I guess. All in all, these assholes can go right on ahead and burn one another to the ground or explode each other to kingdom come. That’s fine. At the end of the day, what’ll be important to remember is that while David Koresh and Tim McVeigh are both gone forever, grains of sand passed through the hourglass, the government lives on as strong as ever. That’s exactly why Matty can gather up all his illegal weapons by way of the Lost Breed and all their nefarious bullshit and Bull can go supernova and take the whole fucking Lost Breed to hell with him, but no matter what those boys do to act and react, I’ll still be standing when it’s all said and done. Bull and Matty don’t have the longview that I do. They don’t know how to control a story. How to color the world’s view of everything that’s happened. I do. Why do you think I’m not rotting in a cell right now after Dead lived up to his name? Why do you think I’m not paying out my ass every month for an alimony check? Why do you think every fuckin’ seed I ever planted in any sweet cheeked lady that would have me got snuffed right the fuck out with a medical grade shop vac?”
“It’s because I control everything there is to control about being Raging Frank Lowe. I control my whole existence. Matty, you’re in this match, because I let you in. Bull? You’re here, because I didn’t stop it from happening. Either way, both of you assholes have me to thank for granting you the opportunity to and that’s the end of it. You might have been knocking down your individual dominoes, but who the fuck do you boys thinks controls the game? If I didn’t want you assholes in my match, I wouldn’t have had one. My contract said ‘ODIN BALFORE.’ If you are delusional enough to think that this match is happening because Pasternak demanded it or it was ordained by some sort of God, I don’t know what to tell you beyond this: buckle up, ‘cause the government’s comin’, boys. I’m gonna burn your shit to the ground. And while you might get your fuckin’ licks in on me, I’m gonna be the toughest, dirtiest motherfucker left standing when it’s all over with.”
Frank does a chef’s kiss gesture with his hand.
“A year later, some fellas who watched the government burn those mamas and babies filled a moving truck full of diesel and fertilizer and drove that son of a bitch to the front door of the Oklahoma City federal building and lit that fucker up.”
Frank makes the gesture of an explosion with his hands.
“Now, what the fuck does any of this history lesson have to do with Turmoil, Matthias Mentzel, and Corey Bull? Well, the answer is simple: actions have consequences. What happens when you start hoarding illegal guns? A siege. What happens when you roast mamas and their babies in full view of the whole world? A retaliatory attack. That’s how shit works, right? Action, reaction. That’s life. It’s a universal rule really, and this company... abides by those universal rules all the same as any and everyone else who’s living and breathing.”
Frank smirks.
“But as I look at you two boys, I have just got to wonder one thing… are you Koresh and the Branch Davidians, are you the ATF and the FBI, or are you Tim McVeigh and his dual axel death machine? Matthias forced himself into a match where he had no place. He got his goons - oddly enough, the ones he denies needing for some fuckin’ reason - to hold my boy hostage until I had to let him sign his own death warrant by becoming an official particpant in my title match. Bull forgot how to drown. Actions. Both of ‘em. One didn’t make a damn bit of sense: why are you so desperate to be destroyed Matty? One makes plenty of sense: I respect Bull’s fight for his life. Ultimately, I started with a match against Odin Balfore, and when all was said and done, I am left squaring off against Matty and Bull, and all of those changes are the direct reactions to Matthias’s original actions. Who pissed Odin off until he flamed himself into a mandatory vacation? Matthias. Who pissed Bull off to the point that Pasternak inserted the big boy into the match? Matthias. So really, Matthias is the action, Bull is the reaction, and I’m left to sweep up the fucking mess.”
“But it’s fine, I guess. All in all, these assholes can go right on ahead and burn one another to the ground or explode each other to kingdom come. That’s fine. At the end of the day, what’ll be important to remember is that while David Koresh and Tim McVeigh are both gone forever, grains of sand passed through the hourglass, the government lives on as strong as ever. That’s exactly why Matty can gather up all his illegal weapons by way of the Lost Breed and all their nefarious bullshit and Bull can go supernova and take the whole fucking Lost Breed to hell with him, but no matter what those boys do to act and react, I’ll still be standing when it’s all said and done. Bull and Matty don’t have the longview that I do. They don’t know how to control a story. How to color the world’s view of everything that’s happened. I do. Why do you think I’m not rotting in a cell right now after Dead lived up to his name? Why do you think I’m not paying out my ass every month for an alimony check? Why do you think every fuckin’ seed I ever planted in any sweet cheeked lady that would have me got snuffed right the fuck out with a medical grade shop vac?”
“It’s because I control everything there is to control about being Raging Frank Lowe. I control my whole existence. Matty, you’re in this match, because I let you in. Bull? You’re here, because I didn’t stop it from happening. Either way, both of you assholes have me to thank for granting you the opportunity to and that’s the end of it. You might have been knocking down your individual dominoes, but who the fuck do you boys thinks controls the game? If I didn’t want you assholes in my match, I wouldn’t have had one. My contract said ‘ODIN BALFORE.’ If you are delusional enough to think that this match is happening because Pasternak demanded it or it was ordained by some sort of God, I don’t know what to tell you beyond this: buckle up, ‘cause the government’s comin’, boys. I’m gonna burn your shit to the ground. And while you might get your fuckin’ licks in on me, I’m gonna be the toughest, dirtiest motherfucker left standing when it’s all over with.”
Shooter sits in the locker room holding his arm after he was jumped by The Lost Breed.
“Why’d you save me, Frank?”
Frank turns toward him with a confused look on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“You gave those fucks what they wanted. Why?”
“It was either that or you lose your goddamn hand, Shooter. It was an easy call.”
Shooter looks stunned.
“What?”
“I… I just didn’t expect…”
Shooter trails off.
“Expect me to what, Shooter?”
“Man, Frank, I didn’t expect you to give a shit about me.”
Frank is taken aback.
“You think you’re just the help?”
“Well…uh, yeah.”
“You ain’t. You boys are why I’m standing here. We’re a fuckin’ unit. We move forward together or we don’t move forward. Besides, if motherfuckers think they get what they want by blindsiding us, I need to show them that’s...unadvisable. Can’t let that shit be a pattern.”
“Why’d you save me, Frank?”
Frank turns toward him with a confused look on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“You gave those fucks what they wanted. Why?”
“It was either that or you lose your goddamn hand, Shooter. It was an easy call.”
Shooter looks stunned.
“What?”
“I… I just didn’t expect…”
Shooter trails off.
“Expect me to what, Shooter?”
“Man, Frank, I didn’t expect you to give a shit about me.”
Frank is taken aback.
“You think you’re just the help?”
“Well…uh, yeah.”
“You ain’t. You boys are why I’m standing here. We’re a fuckin’ unit. We move forward together or we don’t move forward. Besides, if motherfuckers think they get what they want by blindsiding us, I need to show them that’s...unadvisable. Can’t let that shit be a pattern.”