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Chapter Uno¦ Saving Innovation
Miami,Florida
July 1st,2013
Lying on my back in the midst of filth of my Miami, Florida apartment is I. The artist formerly known as The Innovator Of Excellence. I was once on top of the world and my flesh was that of a super man. I then dabbled in the kryptonite of various foreign substances. This is where my story should end with an overdose. But, an angel knocks on my door pounding like I won’t answer. And of course I do not even move as I know she still has her key. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, a mutual separation filled with various partners to now mend heart? That’s a big maybe as my ex girlfriend Koryn stands in front of me in apparent disgust. Her jaw then rises from the floor as she stares upon my person. Her eyes blink before finally talking for me in what seems like centuries.
♀Koryn|| Look at you love, in the product of your own filth. I don’t wish to argue I’ve come to give you a chance to redeem yourself. I did not want to break up with you though you left me no choice. I couldn’t stand cheating on you as you were cheating. That’s just plain trifling so I decided to end things with you. But, look at you high as a god damn kite. I know the Heat won the NBA championship for the second time in a row that’s not an excuse. What’s the use of rehab if you don’t follow procedures. This place really smells like shit.
I look at her as she tries to plea me to turn over a new leaf. The fact of the matter was I wanted to do right by her. Phoenix Wrestling pulled the plug as I was an unstable liability they didn’t want to have part of. Being a public relations nightmare wasn’t anything new to me at all. It was something I had to deal with everyday of my life. I stare at her supple warm breast in a trance of forgetting why we broke up. I just want those things in my ever so dry mouth right god damn now.
♂Joseph Johnson|| You know it’s not even about the drugs it’s clearly me at fault. I should have seen you for the queen you are. I’m sorry for fucking Felicia it’s my addiction to black girls at fault. And her cousin Belinda she was calling my name since she turned eighteen. About Felicia’s mom Kara you know what a MILF does to my body. My name is Joseph Johnson and I’m a god damn sex addict! Is that what you want to hear? Feel better now?!
Koryn looks into my eyes with some sense of relief. I was at fault for everything that has occurred in our relationship. It seems like she will come to accept that and eventually things will heal. Time heals all wounds except HIV there’s no cure for that shit. Unless you have a shit load of cash ex. Irving “Magic” Johnson.
♀Koryn|| Well, I did some digging and I got you another wrestling gig. The place is called Action Packed Wrestling and your new boss is President Jeff. I can’t say how big enough this is without dragging it on for ages. But, this is a very huge opportunity that can come into fruition if you play your cards right. That means you have to fly straight. That means no more drugs….
As my girlfriend Koryn is talking I am very busy rolling up a nice joint filled with the mythical Pineapple Express. The myth was of course wrong as I then start to inhale my favorite recreational drug known as Marijuana. I then look at Koryn before grinning a little bit.
♂Joseph Johnson|| It’s just pot don’t act like it’s the worst i’ve had. I can kick the other hardcore drugs as long as booze and weed remain. So, Action Packed Wrestling? Sounds exciting do you know what this means. I get the chance to show off my new variation of the arm bar it’s hold one thousand and sixty four. Some call that shit “Project Omega” but that’s a nothing more than a giant hyperbole at best.
Koryn doesn’t know why she loves me after all the shit I do. After every thing we go through she comes back. I think we are meant to be, her love keeps me sheltered from the cold and warms what is left of my heart. The smoke fills my lungs as Koryn shakers her head in shock.
♀Koryn|| Okay, you can keep the pot and booze only if you do that thing you said you wouldn’t do? And I mean right this instant. No,matter how much I scream and tell you stop don’t do it. Okay, so is that a deal? For me and for the girls.
Okay, if she wasn’t groping at her now perky areola I wouldn’t have done it. But she wanted the wrath of a man of a reborn. Let’s just say I need a new god damn bed as mines in two after a visit to the chocolate tunnel. She put up a good fight it wasn’t enough though. In the end “The Innovator” has the moves and holds to make you surrender.
♀Koryn|| Look at you love, in the product of your own filth. I don’t wish to argue I’ve come to give you a chance to redeem yourself. I did not want to break up with you though you left me no choice. I couldn’t stand cheating on you as you were cheating. That’s just plain trifling so I decided to end things with you. But, look at you high as a god damn kite. I know the Heat won the NBA championship for the second time in a row that’s not an excuse. What’s the use of rehab if you don’t follow procedures. This place really smells like shit.
I look at her as she tries to plea me to turn over a new leaf. The fact of the matter was I wanted to do right by her. Phoenix Wrestling pulled the plug as I was an unstable liability they didn’t want to have part of. Being a public relations nightmare wasn’t anything new to me at all. It was something I had to deal with everyday of my life. I stare at her supple warm breast in a trance of forgetting why we broke up. I just want those things in my ever so dry mouth right god damn now.
♂Joseph Johnson|| You know it’s not even about the drugs it’s clearly me at fault. I should have seen you for the queen you are. I’m sorry for fucking Felicia it’s my addiction to black girls at fault. And her cousin Belinda she was calling my name since she turned eighteen. About Felicia’s mom Kara you know what a MILF does to my body. My name is Joseph Johnson and I’m a god damn sex addict! Is that what you want to hear? Feel better now?!
Koryn looks into my eyes with some sense of relief. I was at fault for everything that has occurred in our relationship. It seems like she will come to accept that and eventually things will heal. Time heals all wounds except HIV there’s no cure for that shit. Unless you have a shit load of cash ex. Irving “Magic” Johnson.
♀Koryn|| Well, I did some digging and I got you another wrestling gig. The place is called Action Packed Wrestling and your new boss is President Jeff. I can’t say how big enough this is without dragging it on for ages. But, this is a very huge opportunity that can come into fruition if you play your cards right. That means you have to fly straight. That means no more drugs….
As my girlfriend Koryn is talking I am very busy rolling up a nice joint filled with the mythical Pineapple Express. The myth was of course wrong as I then start to inhale my favorite recreational drug known as Marijuana. I then look at Koryn before grinning a little bit.
♂Joseph Johnson|| It’s just pot don’t act like it’s the worst i’ve had. I can kick the other hardcore drugs as long as booze and weed remain. So, Action Packed Wrestling? Sounds exciting do you know what this means. I get the chance to show off my new variation of the arm bar it’s hold one thousand and sixty four. Some call that shit “Project Omega” but that’s a nothing more than a giant hyperbole at best.
Koryn doesn’t know why she loves me after all the shit I do. After every thing we go through she comes back. I think we are meant to be, her love keeps me sheltered from the cold and warms what is left of my heart. The smoke fills my lungs as Koryn shakers her head in shock.
♀Koryn|| Okay, you can keep the pot and booze only if you do that thing you said you wouldn’t do? And I mean right this instant. No,matter how much I scream and tell you stop don’t do it. Okay, so is that a deal? For me and for the girls.
Okay, if she wasn’t groping at her now perky areola I wouldn’t have done it. But she wanted the wrath of a man of a reborn. Let’s just say I need a new god damn bed as mines in two after a visit to the chocolate tunnel. She put up a good fight it wasn’t enough though. In the end “The Innovator” has the moves and holds to make you surrender.
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night
December 2011
Chapter Dos¦ Seclusion
Amsterdam is surely weighing a lot on my mind. I’m running a very successful drug operation with my two junkie room mates. To be secluded from Koryn is like a new form of hell, yet it has a reward of its own. Maybe it was time to experience a new way of life. To wake up and to roll a nice joint in all of it’s legality is truly a blessing in disguise. All in all my memoir is slowly fading. You can feel the faint beat of my heart though it’s not getting any better. Maybe my life on this planet has had turbulence for a reason. At least I wasn’t a pussy too scared to fly. It may be a time where I decide to go back to her.
Though, is it really worth it? I am no good for her and i’m weighing her down. I sometimes analyze life more while intoxicated, sobriety has always numbed down my passion for reason. So in a state of sobriety I left her behind. If I was high as kite maybe I wouldn’t be in Europe right now. I’d be in Miami, Florida to be with my one true love. All passions are those of animals. Because my lust for other girls flesh is a sin. I don’t even feel bad for what i’ve done. I can’t resist big breast and a smile that’s my problem.
To sit in a state of being impaired. Professional Wrestling was my way to a better life, I wasted chance after chance to be nothing but a mere outcast. If it was up to most promoters they’d blackball me from each and every promotion around though they don’t. Through all stupid fucking issues I still bring in top dollar. That’s the only thing they see in me is a quick buck. Where is the compassion? Where is the humanity? I could overdose with a heroin needle in my veins. I doubt anybody would care. My death would be yet another wrestler who died in his prime. Ashes to Ashes. Dust to Dust.
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde
― Oscar Wilde
Chapter Tres¦ Progress
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
July 6th,2013
July 6th,2013
Sitting in a chair with my toes in the sands has it’s rewards. I am preparing to do battle this coming Thursday on Overdrive. As Meltdown the development brand is going to close up shop the following week on July 15th. While July 15th, I will surely get booked this Overdrive is a chance to showcase what I can do. The people want to truly witness an athlete that can only be described as an “Innovator Of Excellence.” Professional Wrestling has continued to slide back into the dark ages as many people drag down it’s worth. Action Packed Wrestling has true stars also they have people who don’t deserve my respect. Level One is the current World Heavyweight Champion on the Overdrive brand he claims to be a Legend. While his achievements and accolades clearly make him one. I look at him as just another man who doesn’t respect the people who paid the price of admission. Now, I could go into pure detail in a few moments about how I should go about with a victory. I just let off a smile. Why do I smile? Because the competition given to me isn’t the type too dethrone me or make me look weak. The people in this match are either too old or too young to comprehend that I aim for success and I mean absolute success. I casually fold up the daily newspaper I was enjoying, sip the last bitterness of tea and eye the scenery ahead of me. For I have to make an important public address and it would be reaching outward to the masses like a Satellite or Radio signal. I clearly want to test the waters with ease and not fall into a pool of awkward drowning.
♂Joseph Johnson|| I awoke this morning and the twilight etched upon my face. You see it didn’t sting my eyes to see a new bright horizon but it did sting my underbelly. I hate the fact there’s no sense of direction in wrestling these days, and I hate that opponents forcefully are handed close to me. I want to seek their competition and strike but the prey is in the direct eye line of the hungry lion. A lion that’s hungry for competition and the weight of championship gold. People think they are mightier than the sword but have they met me? I believe when I signed on the dotted line everything stopped. Hell even Natural Disasters slowed their destructive course because of my abundant calculation. I am that kind of wonderful and once I touch down all will be forged in history.
I then chuckle to myself knowing that I will reap all the benefits in this match up. I don’t give a damn about all the gossip and talk of my past. All I want to do is prove that i’m the one true “Innovator” in wrestling today. No matter how you slice the cake there’s the obvious residue that I am some unstoppable force. How great of an athlete am I? Well I was obviously a tough S.O.B with a past filled with destruction and agony. The casual beach attire on my magnificent figure gleamed as I puffed at my elegantly rolled joint.
♂Joseph Johnson|| Thy perfection is as vague as ever “Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. Claims to rid this company of people you think are of sin. Your search of perfection is falser than Pamela Anderson’s god damn tits. I on the other hand rely on the absolute precision of being the better competitor. I will not bow down to the conformity you dish out. I will unleash an unknown distinct tactic across this organization with pure spirit. Because I am the “Innovator Of Excellence” and when I step into the ring business picks up. So Jerry… I will have you screaming at the top of your lungs to end your pathetic existence. And I will be happy enough to oblige, as it brings a great joy to me and a great joy to my being to knock another Jesus Freak out. I believe in God and God’s the one that told me to kick you in the fucking skull.
Fear is a combustible element. I use fear to ensure people that i’m somewhat not screwed tightly in light bulb department. The only one who knew what was in my psyche was me; but even I don’t know the true meaning of my motives. Or did I? Maybe I was down playing the drug abuse and the inability to sleep. The bags under my eyes droop downward shapely like a melted doorknob. A melted doorknob upon the door of success which I want to enter so badly.
♂Joseph Johnson|| Chris Madison you claim to be this big mad man and I don’t see it. All I see is an insecure big bad ass. And you think you obviously have a future in this business outside of being everybody’s admiration of your skill. Let me tell you something man if only you had the ability to wrestle like say Jace Savage, then maybe you’d get somewhere and that’s only half of it. Jace Savage you deserved a spot here unlike Madison but again you are entering a man’s realm. You can’t match up to the sheer strength and skill that I have obtained through the years. I am at my athletic peak and damn do you want to head the other way when I’m coming. Let’s think of me as a giant freight train going head on with a couple of cars stuck on the train track. Who do you think wins? Obviously the freight train decimates those cars easily without much thought. You see you talk about your debuts, your looks & how it means to be in the big leagues. But you overlook that giant freight train coming in for a head on collision to end your dreams and ambitions.
I want to get deep into the heads of my opponents knowing they might slip up in their actions. I want to make sure they lose place in the match and then they’ll get leveled with ease at the hands of a great athlete of my caliber. Not only will my opponents be at wits end on how to beat me but they’ll give up all hope. They will be hopeless and try to grovel for me not to throw them to the outside. But, i’ve come to far to give up now. This wasn’t their call, my future was in my hands and I was going to deliver like I knew I could.
♂Joseph Johnson|| North Charleston, South Carolina i’ll ride in upon my high horse to do battle with capable men. I don’t’ mean to sting you guys with insults, to try to break your focus. Though this is part of the game guys. I don’t go out there and expect us to go for drinks and cheap hookers afterwards. Although that sounds like one hell of a party. I graduated top of the class from the University of Bull Shit. You can’t clearly expect to back me up into a corner without getting struck. I’m a man of a thousand and some holds that has to account for something…. Clearly you all want to have a choice in whether you win or lose. Not in this match as it’s not about how hard you can get hit. It’s about what you’ll do after getting hit. And i’ll throw every one of you out without hesitation. I’m more out there than Wyatt Crash’s beard, playing the field here in APW I play to bat a mean .500 average. Picture perfect way of thinking for this Battle Royal on Overdrive. The tag line is to prove yourself what’s left for me to prove. I am not getting any younger, the scars on my body are like souvenirs. They’re my souvenirs for when I pass on to the Wrestling Ring in the sky. And contrary to what you might believe Wrestling Heaven is invitation only.
The sun on the beach looms over my head. The sunglasses on the bridge of my nose blocks it out of my vision. As the waves glass and seagulls round about in the distance it makes me feel good. I am at a point of absolute beauty. To be fascinated by everything I see in front of me is surely an understatement. I try to give nothing short of 200 percent and this is my time to ensure my future in APW. My road surely is rocky, obstacles are going to try to put a dent in my plans. Though nothing will stop me from proving the higher ups orchestrating Overdrive is that The “Innovator of Excellence” is Main Event material and i’m always going to be that until i’m old, grey and blue in the face.
♂Joseph Johnson|| I expect to soar like the great American Bald Eagle to fulfill my dream. The American Dream has been put aside for too long. Everybody has passions and dreams that they want to have fulfilled and then they give them up. They listened to the people telling them that there ideals where stupid and didn’t belong. Why listen? Don’t listen to them as they clearly don’t know a damn thing about life. Life is harsh, it can break you in half if you let it. I’ve been hung out to dry too many times to count. Maybe this life I live has been harsh on me at times. But, through positive progression here I remain. What happens to a dream deferred? That’s what Langston Hughes asked. Does it dry up like a raisin in a sun? or does it explode? I’m still searching for that American Dream. Jay Gatsby searched for the green light and it was nothing but false senses of security. Even with all that wealth he still couldn’t hold onto that green light. Professional Wrestling needs someone to believe in again, they need an image of someone who stands dedicated to giving the fans quality entertainment. I am that man born on the key fundamentals of Innovation. My concepts and in ring maneuvers may seem drawn out to some though it will reign true. I am the exceptional wrestler. I am one in a million. And after Overdrive the fans will witness a new Megastar rise from nothing. You can feed me scraps but eventually they add up to a god damn feast. Ladies & Gentleman that proves me resourcefulness. I can make something out of nothing. Because I was born to wrestle. And wrestling will finally be…. Excellent once more.
♂Joseph Johnson|| I awoke this morning and the twilight etched upon my face. You see it didn’t sting my eyes to see a new bright horizon but it did sting my underbelly. I hate the fact there’s no sense of direction in wrestling these days, and I hate that opponents forcefully are handed close to me. I want to seek their competition and strike but the prey is in the direct eye line of the hungry lion. A lion that’s hungry for competition and the weight of championship gold. People think they are mightier than the sword but have they met me? I believe when I signed on the dotted line everything stopped. Hell even Natural Disasters slowed their destructive course because of my abundant calculation. I am that kind of wonderful and once I touch down all will be forged in history.
I then chuckle to myself knowing that I will reap all the benefits in this match up. I don’t give a damn about all the gossip and talk of my past. All I want to do is prove that i’m the one true “Innovator” in wrestling today. No matter how you slice the cake there’s the obvious residue that I am some unstoppable force. How great of an athlete am I? Well I was obviously a tough S.O.B with a past filled with destruction and agony. The casual beach attire on my magnificent figure gleamed as I puffed at my elegantly rolled joint.
♂Joseph Johnson|| Thy perfection is as vague as ever “Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. Claims to rid this company of people you think are of sin. Your search of perfection is falser than Pamela Anderson’s god damn tits. I on the other hand rely on the absolute precision of being the better competitor. I will not bow down to the conformity you dish out. I will unleash an unknown distinct tactic across this organization with pure spirit. Because I am the “Innovator Of Excellence” and when I step into the ring business picks up. So Jerry… I will have you screaming at the top of your lungs to end your pathetic existence. And I will be happy enough to oblige, as it brings a great joy to me and a great joy to my being to knock another Jesus Freak out. I believe in God and God’s the one that told me to kick you in the fucking skull.
Fear is a combustible element. I use fear to ensure people that i’m somewhat not screwed tightly in light bulb department. The only one who knew what was in my psyche was me; but even I don’t know the true meaning of my motives. Or did I? Maybe I was down playing the drug abuse and the inability to sleep. The bags under my eyes droop downward shapely like a melted doorknob. A melted doorknob upon the door of success which I want to enter so badly.
♂Joseph Johnson|| Chris Madison you claim to be this big mad man and I don’t see it. All I see is an insecure big bad ass. And you think you obviously have a future in this business outside of being everybody’s admiration of your skill. Let me tell you something man if only you had the ability to wrestle like say Jace Savage, then maybe you’d get somewhere and that’s only half of it. Jace Savage you deserved a spot here unlike Madison but again you are entering a man’s realm. You can’t match up to the sheer strength and skill that I have obtained through the years. I am at my athletic peak and damn do you want to head the other way when I’m coming. Let’s think of me as a giant freight train going head on with a couple of cars stuck on the train track. Who do you think wins? Obviously the freight train decimates those cars easily without much thought. You see you talk about your debuts, your looks & how it means to be in the big leagues. But you overlook that giant freight train coming in for a head on collision to end your dreams and ambitions.
I want to get deep into the heads of my opponents knowing they might slip up in their actions. I want to make sure they lose place in the match and then they’ll get leveled with ease at the hands of a great athlete of my caliber. Not only will my opponents be at wits end on how to beat me but they’ll give up all hope. They will be hopeless and try to grovel for me not to throw them to the outside. But, i’ve come to far to give up now. This wasn’t their call, my future was in my hands and I was going to deliver like I knew I could.
♂Joseph Johnson|| North Charleston, South Carolina i’ll ride in upon my high horse to do battle with capable men. I don’t’ mean to sting you guys with insults, to try to break your focus. Though this is part of the game guys. I don’t go out there and expect us to go for drinks and cheap hookers afterwards. Although that sounds like one hell of a party. I graduated top of the class from the University of Bull Shit. You can’t clearly expect to back me up into a corner without getting struck. I’m a man of a thousand and some holds that has to account for something…. Clearly you all want to have a choice in whether you win or lose. Not in this match as it’s not about how hard you can get hit. It’s about what you’ll do after getting hit. And i’ll throw every one of you out without hesitation. I’m more out there than Wyatt Crash’s beard, playing the field here in APW I play to bat a mean .500 average. Picture perfect way of thinking for this Battle Royal on Overdrive. The tag line is to prove yourself what’s left for me to prove. I am not getting any younger, the scars on my body are like souvenirs. They’re my souvenirs for when I pass on to the Wrestling Ring in the sky. And contrary to what you might believe Wrestling Heaven is invitation only.
The sun on the beach looms over my head. The sunglasses on the bridge of my nose blocks it out of my vision. As the waves glass and seagulls round about in the distance it makes me feel good. I am at a point of absolute beauty. To be fascinated by everything I see in front of me is surely an understatement. I try to give nothing short of 200 percent and this is my time to ensure my future in APW. My road surely is rocky, obstacles are going to try to put a dent in my plans. Though nothing will stop me from proving the higher ups orchestrating Overdrive is that The “Innovator of Excellence” is Main Event material and i’m always going to be that until i’m old, grey and blue in the face.
♂Joseph Johnson|| I expect to soar like the great American Bald Eagle to fulfill my dream. The American Dream has been put aside for too long. Everybody has passions and dreams that they want to have fulfilled and then they give them up. They listened to the people telling them that there ideals where stupid and didn’t belong. Why listen? Don’t listen to them as they clearly don’t know a damn thing about life. Life is harsh, it can break you in half if you let it. I’ve been hung out to dry too many times to count. Maybe this life I live has been harsh on me at times. But, through positive progression here I remain. What happens to a dream deferred? That’s what Langston Hughes asked. Does it dry up like a raisin in a sun? or does it explode? I’m still searching for that American Dream. Jay Gatsby searched for the green light and it was nothing but false senses of security. Even with all that wealth he still couldn’t hold onto that green light. Professional Wrestling needs someone to believe in again, they need an image of someone who stands dedicated to giving the fans quality entertainment. I am that man born on the key fundamentals of Innovation. My concepts and in ring maneuvers may seem drawn out to some though it will reign true. I am the exceptional wrestler. I am one in a million. And after Overdrive the fans will witness a new Megastar rise from nothing. You can feed me scraps but eventually they add up to a god damn feast. Ladies & Gentleman that proves me resourcefulness. I can make something out of nothing. Because I was born to wrestle. And wrestling will finally be…. Excellent once more.
