Post by Frank Venable on Jun 28, 2020 4:35:52 GMT -5
FPV RP #10 - FUCKING P E R I S H
I live my days in hotel rooms. I have no need for permanent lodging. Why even bother when you spend you're entire life travelling from one place to the next? Day after day, night after night, roaming the ends of the Earth it seems. Not only as a wrestler, but as a businessman, I travel between cities, my matches, my shows and my meetings my only true moments of lucidity.
In between those moments, though? Only stillness, and a facsimile of living.
My social circle these days are small. I don't go out of my way to meet anyone I don't have to. I hesitate to schedule interviews with federation interviewers, not after what happened last time. All my business meetings and impersonal, sterilized affairs with people I do not care about in the slightest. About the only people I stay connected with as friends are Corey Black and Graham Baker. They've earned my trust and my loyalty.
Every day is the same. I enter my hotel room, inspect it for the usual necessities, then promptly fall on top of the mattress in a heap. My body, especially lately, has been in a state of constant nagging agony. I try my best to get through each day without consuming painkillers to ease the paid, and each day I am reminded of the one aspect of my life that I consistently fail at. It usually takes fifteen minutes for me to realize that pills will be the only thing to help me feel any semblance of normalcy. I take it. I feel better. Sometimes I take a few. Those are the peaceful days.
As APW travels to the Land of the Rising Sun for it's next pay per view, Bulletproof, I find myself in yet another hotel room, those this one a tad more...minimalist. The famous "capsule hotels" of the area don't allow much room for activities, but you have enough for the basics. I had made plans to go shower up after arriving, but those plans quickly went out the window as my body demanded to immediately crawl into bed. The hall leading to my pod were quiet, dark and eerie. It's easy to imagine that they are like this even during normal operating hours, but during a global pandemic, it becomes much more noticeable. I knew for a fact I was the only one here.
I climbed into my pod, got myself situated, and despite my best efforts, the pain began to come back. It had been bad lately. My prospects over in Action Wrestling were atrocious. Despite my best efforts to prepare for my two most recent appearances, both my entrance in the Havoc Rumble and my match against Ryan Lockhart at Evolution 3 were short, anticlimactic affairs. MY match against Lockhart in particular left me a wreck of a man, as he delighted in tearing my body down in front of the biggest audience in AW history.
Going back to that locker room, I was miserable, I was inconsolable...and I was furious.
That loss awakened something in me, a fire the likes of which no fan or wrestler has ever seen. I am almost assuredly going to go into the AW Hall of Fame by sheer virtue of being their first three time World Champion, and in APW Corey and I have held a stranglehold on the Tag Team Division as the Man Made Gods. I should act like those facts are true.
So while my physical body is in shambles, my mental state is anything but. It stays in overdrive, waiting for the next opportunity to prove my dominance. I will not let these past two months drag me down into that dark hole of depression people find themselves in after one or two bad matches. I need to come out of this stronger than ever, and if I can't make the opposition respect me for the champion I am...then I shall make them FEAR me for the Monster that will destroy them.
My phone began to ring. Usually answering the phone in a capsule hotel is considered rude, considering other guests are trying to sleep. But with me being the only one here, I saw no point in not taking the call.
It was him.
I answered.
I live my days in hotel rooms. I have no need for permanent lodging. Why even bother when you spend you're entire life travelling from one place to the next? Day after day, night after night, roaming the ends of the Earth it seems. Not only as a wrestler, but as a businessman, I travel between cities, my matches, my shows and my meetings my only true moments of lucidity.
In between those moments, though? Only stillness, and a facsimile of living.
My social circle these days are small. I don't go out of my way to meet anyone I don't have to. I hesitate to schedule interviews with federation interviewers, not after what happened last time. All my business meetings and impersonal, sterilized affairs with people I do not care about in the slightest. About the only people I stay connected with as friends are Corey Black and Graham Baker. They've earned my trust and my loyalty.
Every day is the same. I enter my hotel room, inspect it for the usual necessities, then promptly fall on top of the mattress in a heap. My body, especially lately, has been in a state of constant nagging agony. I try my best to get through each day without consuming painkillers to ease the paid, and each day I am reminded of the one aspect of my life that I consistently fail at. It usually takes fifteen minutes for me to realize that pills will be the only thing to help me feel any semblance of normalcy. I take it. I feel better. Sometimes I take a few. Those are the peaceful days.
As APW travels to the Land of the Rising Sun for it's next pay per view, Bulletproof, I find myself in yet another hotel room, those this one a tad more...minimalist. The famous "capsule hotels" of the area don't allow much room for activities, but you have enough for the basics. I had made plans to go shower up after arriving, but those plans quickly went out the window as my body demanded to immediately crawl into bed. The hall leading to my pod were quiet, dark and eerie. It's easy to imagine that they are like this even during normal operating hours, but during a global pandemic, it becomes much more noticeable. I knew for a fact I was the only one here.
I climbed into my pod, got myself situated, and despite my best efforts, the pain began to come back. It had been bad lately. My prospects over in Action Wrestling were atrocious. Despite my best efforts to prepare for my two most recent appearances, both my entrance in the Havoc Rumble and my match against Ryan Lockhart at Evolution 3 were short, anticlimactic affairs. MY match against Lockhart in particular left me a wreck of a man, as he delighted in tearing my body down in front of the biggest audience in AW history.
Going back to that locker room, I was miserable, I was inconsolable...and I was furious.
That loss awakened something in me, a fire the likes of which no fan or wrestler has ever seen. I am almost assuredly going to go into the AW Hall of Fame by sheer virtue of being their first three time World Champion, and in APW Corey and I have held a stranglehold on the Tag Team Division as the Man Made Gods. I should act like those facts are true.
So while my physical body is in shambles, my mental state is anything but. It stays in overdrive, waiting for the next opportunity to prove my dominance. I will not let these past two months drag me down into that dark hole of depression people find themselves in after one or two bad matches. I need to come out of this stronger than ever, and if I can't make the opposition respect me for the champion I am...then I shall make them FEAR me for the Monster that will destroy them.
My phone began to ring. Usually answering the phone in a capsule hotel is considered rude, considering other guests are trying to sleep. But with me being the only one here, I saw no point in not taking the call.
It was him.
I answered.
FPV: Hello.
Corey Black: You know what we have to do, don't you?
FPV: Annihilate the Faithless. Make them pay for their hubris.
Corey Black: Good man. Get some rest, I'll be training with Baker, I'll see you soon.
FPV: Same to you.
I hung up. Short and to the point. Corey is an efficient man, if nothing else. My body begging for aid once again, I take one more pill before forcing myself to sleep. There were no dreams. Only silence.
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Within that same capsule, I awoke, somewhat refreshed and more ready for the training to start for Bulletproof. I knew it would be a nightmare, getting physical at all in this state, but it needed to be done. I needed to show The Faithless just why they fucked up picking another fight with the Man Made Gods.
In an attempt to get myself in the proper mental state for training (and also to get the necessary promotion out there for the match) I took and my phone and went live for the world, once again thankful there was no one around to hear me say my truth to Jaice and Oblivion.
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Within that same capsule, I awoke, somewhat refreshed and more ready for the training to start for Bulletproof. I knew it would be a nightmare, getting physical at all in this state, but it needed to be done. I needed to show The Faithless just why they fucked up picking another fight with the Man Made Gods.
In an attempt to get myself in the proper mental state for training (and also to get the necessary promotion out there for the match) I took and my phone and went live for the world, once again thankful there was no one around to hear me say my truth to Jaice and Oblivion.
FPV: There's no time to waste. Let's get right into it.
At Kingdom Come, the Man Made Gods proved their superiority over Jaice Wilds and Oblivion, the latest duo to try and end our historic tag team title reign. And now, just a little less than a month later, the same two men have returned to try and give it another shot, this time under the banner of The Faithless.
There really is something to say about doing something over and over and expecting different results...
The only faithless people in this federation are the people that handle your booking, Jaice and Obi. They gave you this rematch not because you did anything to earn it, not because you've proven that you are the best team in this division other than the champions, nor because they think it will increase viewership for the pay per view.
No boys, they booked this match because they feel nothing but PITY for the two of you.
They saw Kingdom Come. They saw the two of you fail to come out on top, and said to themselves "Oh dear, that wasn't the contest we were looking for. Let's give them another go no that they've gotten used to working with each other." But it doesn't matter if we're in London or Tokyo, the result will still be the same. GODS VICTORIOUS. You two could be so in sync people mistake you for twins. Still, GODS VICTORIOUS. You could come in with all the moxy of young upstarts ready to break into this business even though both of you are getting on in years and aging with no grace. GODS VICTORIOUS. No matter what you fucking do...GODS. VICTORIOUS.
Both Corey and I have done with IT many times, almost to the point where both sides are finding it redundant to talk about each other. Everything I said about you last month still applies Oblivion. You are wasting your time and energy teaming with the human filth that is Jaice Wilds. Even IT should have standards when it comes to who IT chooses to team up with. But beyond what I said last month Oblivion, a thought came into my head recently, a question actually. What happens when you've beaten monsters enough times to where it isn't scary anymore? And trust me, I thought about that question long and hard. I thought about it with every waking moment until I finally came up with the answer.
YOU BECOME THE MONSTER.
You are a classic horror movie icon, a Jason Voorhies or Michael Myers, spooky and frightening but still low level in the end. Me? I'm a giant reptilian monstrosity rising from the sea, destroying everything in sight with his Atomic Heat Beam and decimating divisions wherever I go. You're containable. I'm unavoidable. I won't stop until the name Frank Patrick Venable is spoken with more same fear and reverence than that of God himself. Reverence and fear that you have never known before and will never know, Oblivion.
And you, Jaice? You will be one of the peons crying out in my name as I destroy your livelihood with my sheer power. What good will your faithlessness do when it will cost you last trickle of respect your name still carries? It seems perfectly clear to me that you have not grown a single iota since our last encounter. I saw that interview with Dani, and it was filled with the typical Jaice-isms I've come to know and loathe. She gave you the factual statement that you lost at Kingdom Come, and you immediately tried to deflect with "though we did not gain victory, we did not 'lose.'" How fucking drole. You still cannot cope with the idea of failure even though it is your defining characteristic. Even Oblivion knows when to admit that he's been less than successful over the years. You would do to learn a lot from him.
I'm not even sure how much more I need to say. I could do my best to verbally humiliate you before we battle once again, but you manage to humiliate yourself simply by existing in the world as Jaice Wilds. When I say what I'm about to say, I want you to understand me perfectly. Nobody, not a damn soul in this federation, respects you. I don't respect you, Corey Black does not respect you, hell even Vonn Richter doesn't respect you. I saw that pitiful handshake initiation on Metal, Jaice. Richter knows better than to engage in your attempts at sportsmanship, because he knows just how little your respect means in this business.
When you formed this God forsaken team with Oblivion, you said you had a singular purpose, to "save" APW from...something. Was it us, the MMG? The general threat of AW invasion? I'm not sure, you were incredibly vague in your initial statement, but that statement is more than enough for me to go off on, Jaice. Not only is APW not in need of saving any time soon, I'd actually say that given the circumstances APW is THRIVING right now. But you declare yourself it's savior, not because it needs saving, but because you need to give yourself some purpose in this federation other than "lose." And look where you and your blasphemy got you Jaice. More loss.
You two think you understand how to take Corey and I on. But you don't know the fucking half of it. This is the forever reign. Corey and Frank. Man Made Gods. Champions IN PERPETUITY.
Bring the oxygen destroyer. You're going to need it.
