Post by johnnyblaze on Sept 14, 2019 14:57:17 GMT -5
Steven Osbourne vs Leon Dread vs Johnny Blaze vs Spartan
He had such a good time in Japan he decided he would travel back there from time to time and enjoy some more of the fine cuisine. He was still in shock after winning the pinata scramble match. His body may have taken a little bit of damage but in the end it was all worth it. Once again he was able to prove that there was no quitting in him and that he could hang with just about anyone in that ring. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he got into his stride here and the wins would start coming. He was getting better every week and learning more about his opponents. One thing was for sure, he was ready for his next match. He would be involved in a fatal four way against Osbourne, Dread, and Spartan. All three of them were dangerous competitors and Johnny would have to be on top of his game in order to survive victoriously.
He had such a good time in Japan he decided he would travel back there from time to time and enjoy some more of the fine cuisine. He was still in shock after winning the pinata scramble match. His body may have taken a little bit of damage but in the end it was all worth it. Once again he was able to prove that there was no quitting in him and that he could hang with just about anyone in that ring. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he got into his stride here and the wins would start coming. He was getting better every week and learning more about his opponents. One thing was for sure, he was ready for his next match. He would be involved in a fatal four way against Osbourne, Dread, and Spartan. All three of them were dangerous competitors and Johnny would have to be on top of his game in order to survive victoriously.
It will be nothing more than another battle in the war to be the best in the business! Hell he just loved battles like this one because it brings out the best in each and every competitor. A chance to prove on that night that you are better than three other people at one time. Just like the match he just had. He couldn't wait to test himself against some of the best in the business. He had a lot of respect for Spartan and Osbourne. The same with Leon Dread, someone he remembered from another place and another time when he was really still learning the ropes. He knew then that Dread was destined for great things. The only problem each of the others had was the fact that they had to step into the ring against him. He was better that little Stevie, he was better than Dread, and on that night he will be better than Spartan. He knew in his heart that he would be because it was something that he wanted more than anything and he would not be stopped until he achieved his goal. He could give a fuck about what any of them thought. He already proved that there was no quitting in him. Let the rest worry about who will finish second. Oh wait, there was no second place. Only a bunch of losers who couldn't get the job done.
How sad it was going to be for them, at least for that night. They'll get over it just like he does because we all know that no one is perfect. Not even Mr. Perfect was flawless. On that night he had it in his mind that there would be no stopping him and there would be no quitting until the mission was accomplished. He wanted that hardcore championship and each one of them were standing in his way. If he could defeat them then he would prove that his last victory was no fluke and he deserved the future shot at the belt. He would show them just how hot things can really get when they step into the ring against him. He knew that he would probably surprise a couple of them that don't do their homework and worry more about something that won't even happen. Like one of them winning the match.
He was riding aboard a Continental Airlines 747 jet headed for God knows where to do who the hell knows what. All he knew is he woke up in the air. That was all the stewardess would tell him before she was called up to the captains pit. At least there was no one sitting beside him. He hated flying and didn't know how or why the hell he would book himself a flight when it was easier to drive and stay closer to the ground. He and his new friends were partying and someone got jealous because the women were all around him. Oh yeah, he remembered having to clean house and beat the shit out of more than a few of them. Then he remembered someone calling the cops and he got the hell out of there. From then on things just kind of get fuzzier. His knuckles were sore and bandaged. Other than that and a slight headache he felt fine. Wait, now he remembered. The nice officer who drove him to the airport and had him put on a plane. They told him not to come back to their city. Not a very hospitable place anyway so fuck them.
"We are preparing to land. Please fasten your seatbelts and follow instructions. We may experience a little turbulence so don't be worried. It's normal"
He could feel the plane begin it's descent as he fastened his belt and closed his eyes. It wasn't the fall that he was really worried about. It was the sudden stop at the bottom that bothered him. As much as it bothered him he knew it was better to face your fears and overcome them before they drag you down. If this damn thing crashed and it was his time so be it. There wasn't a damn thing that he could do but put his head between his legs and kiss his @$$ goodbye. To be honest, there was a time when Johnny really hated wrestling. He despised it for the time it took his father away from him. A father who could never be there for him because he traveled so much. It was always Angel Fyre who had to be both his Mother and Father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was. He hated his father for not being there yet he loved him dearly because he was his father. No wonder he was so fucked up and didn't give a shit about hurting others to better himself.
The only reason he really started wrestling in the first place was because hid father forbid him from doing so. 'It wasn't the life for him.' His father would always tell him over the phone on one of their weekly calls when he was running around with Denise D'Evil. He hated her too for taking his father away from his mother. It was always his dream that his parents would get back together but she ruined that for him. Oh well, it was what it was. Life was never fair. You take your blows and get back up. If you let life keep you down and focus on the past then you will be doomed to repeat it. He was ready to put the past behind him and leave it buried there where it belongs. There was a bright future ahead of him and it was time he started taking advantage of it while he still was able to. Hell, here he was fighting in one of the top organizations around and trading blows with the big players in the game.
It took some time before he really began to love the sport. The more he saw the dedication the other wrestlers had. The more he saw them pour their blood and sweat into the sport, the more he began to respect and love them for what they did. If it wasn't for them paving the way he wouldn't be here getting paid for beating people up. He remembered what one of his fathers old friends told him once. Dangerous Dean Malenko is who it was. He told him, "Johnny you are nothing in this sport if your heart isn't in it. This sport will kick you in the balls and rip your nut sack off if your not careful. You have to have the heart to stand in there every night and battle as if it were your last. That is why your father will never be a world champion. His heart isn't in it and never will be. Always remember that you can't please everyone in this sport so you have to please yourself and say fuck everyone else." Dangerous Dean was a wise man and taught him a lot of the moves he knew. The only thing he was not to use was the Texas Cloverleaf because if it wasn't applied just right it could end someone's career.
'This damn plane needs to land already' Johnny thought as he looked out the window. All he could see was an occasional airplane seen circling through the clouds and the fog with them. The stewardess voice came over the loudspeaker.
Stewardess
We are experiencing a delay in landing and will continue to circle until the fog clears. Have no fear we have plenty of fuel to last us. Please remain seated and have your seatbelts fastened. Thank you and we apologize for the delay.
That was just about right. Damn he hated flying. Especially when he had no ideal why he was going to who knows where anyway. He looked out the window again and did a double take as he saw Elvis Presley arguing with Eazy-E about who got more pussy. Then he laughed as Michael Jackson swooped down and kicked them both off the wing. 'No one gets more than me' he said. Suddenly Ric Flair flew in with his cape glistening from the sun that wasn't shining. 'Kids don't count' he said as he pushed Michael off the wing 'Woooooo.... I'm the greatest there is'. Johnny couldn't argue with that as his eye lids began to feel heavy. He must still be tired. That was it. He just needed a little bit of sleep.
Suddenly the plane began to jerk violently. It began to dive like a roller coaster going down that first big hill. He grabbed onto his armrests with both hands and his fingers dug in. A mask fell from somewhere above him. He grabbed it and placed it over his mouth. He could feel the oxygen rushing to his lungs and didn't even realize he hadn't been breathing. It felt like he was being pressed into his seat by some unknown force that threatened to crush him. Then the plane began to come apart. He looked out his window and saw the wing waving goodby as it came apart from the body of the plane. Johnny looked towards the front and saw the plane begin to crack like an egg. There was a loud noise that made his ears hurt and then there was nothing.
He didn't know how long he had been out or what time it was. Looking around all he could see were pieces of the plane and bodies strewn here and there. Somehow he was still in his seat and the belt was still fastened. Everything else was gone. He had a few minor cuts and scrapes but other than that he seemed to be okay. He saw someone bending over him and saw their lips moving but couldn't hear a word that was being said. He was lifted out of the seat and placed on a stretcher before being loaded into an ambulance and driven away.
He was checked out at the hospital and kept overnight for observations. After being checked again by the doctor he was released the next day. They said that if it wasn't for him being in such good shape he wouldn't have survived. In all twenty seen people perished in that plane crash. All because of pilot error. The pilot it seems was getting a blowjob from the stewardess and lost control of the plane.
