Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 18:34:38 GMT -4
♧Luck; To Paris & Beyond: The Explicit Saga♧
When I can't feel you
I'm not alright, not alright
When I can't heal you
I'm not alright, I'm not alright, I'm not alright
When I can't feel you
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
I'm not alright, not alright
When I can't heal you
I'm not alright, I'm not alright, I'm not alright
When I can't feel you
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
-Oscar Wilde
-Oscar Wilde
A Past Of Explicit
[-\\- January 29, 2002, the day Joseph Johnson first tasted World Championship glory. Eleven years since, more than eighteen all told World Titles on his mantle and none bigger than the next one. A career that sky rocketed, straight to the top of professional wrestling, unparalleled by any other competitor to ever grace the canvas of a wrestling ring. Seventeen plates of gold and the beautiful 34DD Koryn Jamison to match it. Joseph Johnson had all that one could ever hope to achieve in a lifetime, and he met this mark at only 31 years of age. The glory, the pride, the honor that came with each victory only added to his lust for more. A glutton for glory, a luster for victory, and a greed for accomplishment. Joseph Johnson was not just a sinner in the world of wrestling; he was the sinner, the principal, undeniable advocate to sin.
His sins, he let consume him and warp the ideology of his mind and the actions of his body. His private life, not untouched by the sins he let himself commit, fell into a downward spiral that would not end until the abyss of rock bottom. From a cheating whore of an ex-wife to the sultry, sexy Koryn Jamison and the miscarriage of their child; Johnson found a willingness to sin. A glutton for love, a lust for sex, and a greed for the liaison. He found himself crippling not only his career but his personal life as well. While Koryn suffered with loss, Johnson found every avenue possible to hide his grief in the company of one mistress after another.
Change. "On those stepping into rivers staying the same other and other waters flow." In order to remain living in the world that he laid and dream of, Johnson knew he must change. He knew he must sacrifice, and while sacrifice was not his first choice to remain, it was his best and only real option. On the eve of the first professional match in half of a decade in which he did not win, Koryn left him. Smacked him across the face with the first match in over five years that he did not win, everything about his life suddenly dawned upon him. And in this instant he made a decision to salvage his relationship with Koryn and in the process reclaim his post as the most dominant single's wrestler in our era.
It would not come easy and nor could it have, but the emptiness in his heart and his mind was overbearing and nearing unconditional. He had one opportunity to make things right and in that instant he seized it, controlled the moment, and walked through the fire to come out the other side with all that he seeks now beside him. Koryn Jamison back in his bed and his spot at the top of the ladder or professional wrestling once again a reality, nothing could go wrong for him. His life now lay before him in a straight golden line. There was no longer a beaten path less traveled that he must take, there was no longer a single obstacle on the horizon. But alas, the problem with a horizon is that it only extends approximately 3.3 miles. And what always lay just beyond that horizon? Turmoil. Chaos. The components that would form the misery of both Joseph and Koryn and lead them down a broken road, unblessed by the father, and driving them straight to hell. It is through these trials, through these tribulations that the idea of Explicit Content was fully realized, that the Era of Political Genocide was organized.
. . .
The Illicit Wrestling League has succumb to its genocide, its Minions of Hell defeated. An organization based loosely on the ideals of one man, one delinquent malefactor who gave birth to an organization so crude, so lewd, and so reprehensible its own being sought out Explicit Content and begged for its demise. Overcoming the Minions of Hell, Cerberus, the devil himself, the Era of Genocide was ushered in to deafening applause. Explicit Content took no names, took no prisoners, leaving nothing but a warpath of destruction in its wake. One side rose from the macabre of the IWL, one side alone, with new associates and a new demeanor. What four individuals accomplished against such astronomical numerical disadvantages will go down in Explicit Content lore. Joseph Johnson, Koryn Jamison, Jeronimo Fitzgerald, and April Horan took down the entity that, which has been known as the Illicit Wrestling League, extirpated the existence of the Minions of Hell and etched their names among the very best of the billion dollar enterprise known as professional wrestling. For near over a month after their ravenous victory, they quartet accumulated themselves back into their everyday lives as they awaited the call of destiny, leading them to their next destination. The Final Destination has called, the siren has been heard, the message... received. As Shaun Cabalar once again rejoins the group of Explicit Content, the group of Political Genocide, they walk now in a clear unison, onwards to the shores of Paris, France. -\\-]
His sins, he let consume him and warp the ideology of his mind and the actions of his body. His private life, not untouched by the sins he let himself commit, fell into a downward spiral that would not end until the abyss of rock bottom. From a cheating whore of an ex-wife to the sultry, sexy Koryn Jamison and the miscarriage of their child; Johnson found a willingness to sin. A glutton for love, a lust for sex, and a greed for the liaison. He found himself crippling not only his career but his personal life as well. While Koryn suffered with loss, Johnson found every avenue possible to hide his grief in the company of one mistress after another.
Change. "On those stepping into rivers staying the same other and other waters flow." In order to remain living in the world that he laid and dream of, Johnson knew he must change. He knew he must sacrifice, and while sacrifice was not his first choice to remain, it was his best and only real option. On the eve of the first professional match in half of a decade in which he did not win, Koryn left him. Smacked him across the face with the first match in over five years that he did not win, everything about his life suddenly dawned upon him. And in this instant he made a decision to salvage his relationship with Koryn and in the process reclaim his post as the most dominant single's wrestler in our era.
It would not come easy and nor could it have, but the emptiness in his heart and his mind was overbearing and nearing unconditional. He had one opportunity to make things right and in that instant he seized it, controlled the moment, and walked through the fire to come out the other side with all that he seeks now beside him. Koryn Jamison back in his bed and his spot at the top of the ladder or professional wrestling once again a reality, nothing could go wrong for him. His life now lay before him in a straight golden line. There was no longer a beaten path less traveled that he must take, there was no longer a single obstacle on the horizon. But alas, the problem with a horizon is that it only extends approximately 3.3 miles. And what always lay just beyond that horizon? Turmoil. Chaos. The components that would form the misery of both Joseph and Koryn and lead them down a broken road, unblessed by the father, and driving them straight to hell. It is through these trials, through these tribulations that the idea of Explicit Content was fully realized, that the Era of Political Genocide was organized.
. . .
The Illicit Wrestling League has succumb to its genocide, its Minions of Hell defeated. An organization based loosely on the ideals of one man, one delinquent malefactor who gave birth to an organization so crude, so lewd, and so reprehensible its own being sought out Explicit Content and begged for its demise. Overcoming the Minions of Hell, Cerberus, the devil himself, the Era of Genocide was ushered in to deafening applause. Explicit Content took no names, took no prisoners, leaving nothing but a warpath of destruction in its wake. One side rose from the macabre of the IWL, one side alone, with new associates and a new demeanor. What four individuals accomplished against such astronomical numerical disadvantages will go down in Explicit Content lore. Joseph Johnson, Koryn Jamison, Jeronimo Fitzgerald, and April Horan took down the entity that, which has been known as the Illicit Wrestling League, extirpated the existence of the Minions of Hell and etched their names among the very best of the billion dollar enterprise known as professional wrestling. For near over a month after their ravenous victory, they quartet accumulated themselves back into their everyday lives as they awaited the call of destiny, leading them to their next destination. The Final Destination has called, the siren has been heard, the message... received. As Shaun Cabalar once again rejoins the group of Explicit Content, the group of Political Genocide, they walk now in a clear unison, onwards to the shores of Paris, France. -\\-]
Whether you think a film will affect society or it's plain entertainment, it's all excellent, it's all noble.
-Joaquin Phoenix
Joseph Johnson: A lot of people always ask me... what is Explicit Content? What is this Genocide? Explicit Content rose from the ashes of the once revered High Definition, in late 2004, on the back of four individuals who would change the face of the wrestling world. Explicit Content was not welcomed to this world with open arms; it was not given the applause it so rightfully deserved. It was met with scrutiny, with hatred, with jest. For months we thought to get it off the ground, constantly under the attack of the once fabled High Definition. We lead ourselves into war on the ideology that we were right and others were wrong. Our ranks swelled as their diminished. We went from a faction of four: Jay O'Neil, Shaun Cabalar, Chris Hunter, Joseph Johnson, to a powerhouse of an organization with the additions of Shawn Hardy, Eric Johnson, Matt Jackson, and Tyler 'Shadow' Robinson. High Definition had dominated wrestling for six years, amassing more World Championships and more victims than any group to come before it. The list of factions disbanded by the group read like a who's who of wrestling superstars. Yet we took these miscreants to war. And in the end, once their ravenous leader Blaze was sacrificed, we proved not just who was right in the matter of Explicit Content v. High Definition, but more importantly... who is left.
Political Genocide is a figure that came much later. As the first era of Explicit Content, the Era of Genesis began to subside; new talent was brought into the group. Gone were your Chris Hunters, your Matt Jacksons, your Eric Johnsons and etcetera. One name of the old guard remained, the name I hold most dearly, the name of myself, Joseph Johnson. I called upon new recruits; I shaped six minds into living the Explicit Content way. I coined the term New Blood to describe this second era. I called upon Mad Dogg, upon Stephen Abraham, Dre Santiago, Damien Jones, Chris Renick, and Jeronimo Fitzgerald. I lead a group of miscreants to the apex of the wrestling world. It became obvious in time, however, that not all of my personnel decisions were at the best for Explicit Content. The group that at one time was considered legendary was now washed down and devoid of the one thing that made it so successful in the first place: a hard headed ideology for dominance.
The third Era was ushered in last November. For the first time, we brought a feminine disposition to the group in the form of Koryn Jamison. For years we had accepted the insertion of women, but never before had we cast one in such a higher role of power. Next, Jeronimo Fitzgerald was given passage to the new Era. Jeronimo had been a part of the Explicit Content family since before there was an Explicit Content. He had been there through every group to come before it. Whether it was High Definition, whether it was Wreckless Abandon, or the Natural Born Thrillers themselves, Jeronimo had been there. While slow in terms of perception and understanding, Jeronimo was of the classic mold necessary to compete at the highest level of this industry. Jeronimo cares about three things: sex, the sea, and wrestling glory. Two of these obsessions, sex and glory, are what we used to lay the foundation of Explicit Content. As for the sea, well, we don't really mind that one either. Jeronimo brought his girlfriend, April Horan, along with him and for a while the four of us succeeded in our ideals. But there was something missing. We needed a new edge, a new attitude. When you build a dynasty, when you build an alliance of such epic proportions, you look to your blood, you look back to your Genesis... you look to the Deity himself, to Shaun Cabalar. Joseph Johnson and Shaun Cabalar, the last of the old guard, joined by Jeronimo, joined by Koryn, the four of us will lead Explicit Content to a new height. It is a new era of Explicit Content, an Era where we will dispose of all of those who stand in our way from majesty, from ascendancy. It is a new Era, an Era... of Political Genocide....
(((The bedroom of one, Joseph Johnson. Here he sleeps away the things that plague him. His trials and tribulations are put on hold at every instance he spends in this room. The scene begins on a cool dewy morning on the outskirts of Miami, Florida. The house of Joseph Johnson is directly along the coast with a very spacious backyard the only piece of land between his walls and the Gulf of Mexico shoreline. The sun has started to rise and its rays have begun to slowly stretch across the floor of Johnson's bedroom. Shawn Payne is finally going to sleep and Jeronimo will not be up for hours, the house should be quiet, not a sound should be heard. But as the sun stretches across his bedroom floor, the sound of rustling, or moaning, of a box spring being put to the test, echoes throughout the room. The noise eventually comes to a halt. Looking upon the bed now, Joseph Johnson and Koryn Jamison are both wide awake just before 7:00AM on this very morning. Koryn rests her head on Joseph's chest and now, after fulfilling her womanly duties, she demands an answer from him....)))
Koryn: Why do we have to go to Europe? I don't even know what to call the place. Is it the United Kingdom? Is it England? Is it Great Britain? I have big boobs; this is too confusing for me!
Joseph Johnson: Actually, I think the word is gigantic.
( ( ( She laughs a little at his awful joke, out of love for him, before pinching him in the side to show her true frustration. ) ) )
Koryn: Be serious, Joey! Why do you want to uproot and go there? I love our life here, I love Florida, I love Miami, I love what we have here. We just put an extension on the house, we just installed an in-ground pool, you just built your gym with nothing but your hands and a hammer! After all the work we've done to this place, why leave now?
Joseph Johnson: Is this why we just had sex? So you could get answers out of me? My God, you are such a freaking woman.
Koryn : Well, it was the only way I could get an answer!
Joseph Johnson: Oh really? Did you get an answer?
Koryn: No... no, I did not.
Joseph Johnson: You know, you should have some faith in me. I respond to questions just as well as I respond to sex. When was the last time I let you down?
Koryn : Well, there was the time you forgot to put the toilet seat down and I fell in. There was the time you tried to fix our cable and dropped a satellite dish on my mother's car. There was also the time that my piano mysteriously fell out a window....
Joseph Johnson : I said the last time, not multiple times!
Koryn : How did the piano fall out the window anyway?
Joseph Johnson : I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe it through me a little punch in the side, kicked me in the shin a little bit, challenged me to a fight and lost itself to war. But what do I know, I wasn't there.
Koryn: You threw my piano out the window because YOU walked into it?!
( ( ( Koryn is up now, giving Joseph the angry eye as she pushes the bottom of her fist down on his chest. He knows that no matter how he answers this question, he's going to get hit. Regrettably, he gives in to her desire to know the truth about taking her with him to Paris, France for the next Overdrive. ) ) )
Joseph Johnson: ... We're going to Paris, France because I've done it all in North America. Over Eighteen World Championships, countless opponents, there's nothing left to do in America. Besides moving to Paris would be a new adventure. When President Jeff told me Paris, France is where
Koryn: We're uprooting for wrestling?!
( ( ( She lifts her fist up and slams it back down his chest, not once, but twice. She then rolls over onto her back and stares up at the ceiling with her arms now straight with her body. You can tell she's upset just by examining her posture as she stares at the ceiling fan rotating around and around over her head. ) ) )
Koryn: I'm not mad. Well, ok, I am mad, but not that you want to go to Paris,France for wrestling. I'm mad because we are a team Joey. We are both carrying the weight of Explicit Content now, it’s just both of us, it isn't just you. We need to make decisions like this together, especially if we're going to be married in a few months. This isn't something you drop on me at seven in the morning right after we have sex!
Joseph Johnson: Well, maybe if you didn't roll over onto me in my sleep and insist of having sex at 6 o'clock in the morning and then asking me why I want to move to Paris, France permanently ... maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be telling you this at seven! Did you ever think of that?! Huh? Did you?!
Koryn: Well, maybe if someone had told me beforehand I wouldn't have needed to use my body to get an answer out of you at seven! Maybe if someone had asked me my opinion on the matter I wouldn't be feeling both satisfied and upset at the same time!
Joseph Johnson: Oh yeah?! Well... well... maybe if someone doesn't stop talking like this I'm going to have to satisfy them all over again because I'm really starting to get excited over here!
( ( ( Koryn is in no mood for romance now and quickly pinches him where it hurts the most to quell his ambition. ) ) )
Joseph Johnson : Son of a bitch! Fine! Let's talk about this already! No more pinching the soldier's helmet!
Koryn: If you keep calling it that I may never touch him again, period. But thank you, let's talk.
Joseph Johnson: Well Fine.
Koryn: Now, what is there in Paris, France that you can't find in America for a living fantasy?
Joseph Johnson: Koryn, you know me, right? You understand what it's like to be out there in the ring, in front of millions of viewers across the world. You remember the impact Explicit Content has had on federations past. You remember Prison Wars Incorporated; we made that place what it was. You remember Millennium Wrestling Entertainment. There again, we became the face of a multi-million dollar enterprise. And you remember the Illicit Wrestling League; they built that place on our backs. I don't want an established order of business. I don't want somewhere that can succeed without Explicit Content. At this point in our lives, in my career, we don't need to go somewhere that has already been a prominent success. We can build palaces out of sand, we can build a tree house out of twigs, and we can sure as hell build a corporate powerhouse out a struggling little warehouse of an organization. There's a whole new plethora of fan in Paris that need us. It needs to be saved from itself. It needs another dose of Excellence, like political Genocide to ensure order. And maybe I’ll let you be C.O.O if this wrestling company gets off the ground… Paris style.
Koryn: You can't be serious. Another Political Genocide? After all we went through the last time? That Political Genocide was supposed to be a onetime deal. It was just supposed to get us through our last enterprise; it wasn't meant to define a career. We aren't the good guys. Never before did we seek out an association in need. It's not like that, Joey. We were renegades. We were of another generation, a generation of Pure Excellence. Our destiny is not to put aside our own lives to better those of others, especially those in another country!
Joseph Johnson: Koryn, how can you say that? How can you lie there and try to tell me that our Political Genocide was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Or is it... do you think I'm switching sides here? Do you think that I think of myself as a martyr? I know better than that. I know us. We weren’t even good people. None of us. None of Explicit Content will ever win a Nobel Peace Prize for being saints. We aren't going to this new place just to change the face of Professional Wrestling, we're going there to reach new heights, to inflict our wrath on an entirely different country, an entirely different part of the world. The farce we need to extinguish is now just limited to building up a roster, as talented a roster it should be. Sometimes, Koryn, we rebels make the best good guys. The city of Paris, Francis calling to us, and for the sake of ourselves, the sake of everything that Explicit Content stands for... we must answer the call.
For us rebels make the best good guys, and this time, eliminating the tragedy of an enterprise, eliminating other Wrestling competition from the map... will be an act of kindness, an act of benevolence to the world. In our finest hour, as we play the role of Political Genocide one time further, we will be met with roses crashing at our feet. The rise of all things Excellent will be met... with thunderous ovation. So we’re moving to Paris and I have to take on Adam Mumford? How fitting as my sponsors and benefactors shall be in attendance. I earned my right to live like I want. And I earned my right to perfect wrestling in my image….
So, Nathaniel Havok wants to come back and take his claim in Action Packed Wrestling? Second match back and he’s main eventing Overdrive? I don’t need to claim war or go against the fans as I’m a fighter. I clearly look the part, my battle scars and the dry blood upon my full face. You look into my eyes and see the true face of Explicit Content, the true voice of reason. I did a lot of bad things in the past. Though as a rebel I’ve changed for the better. The people cheer my name as I never back down and nor do I quit…. I am not the face of a quitter Koryn. You, may not understand why I do half the things I do. But, look Paris France is the first step in the right direction. It’s the first step in a long line of success. As me owning a large Wrestling Conglomerate is for the greater good. It’s like me hitting Havok across the skull with a cane. It’s like what I’m going to do to Adam Mumford? The people deserve better? Overdrive deserves better? And I don’t care who you are or whatever walk of life you come from. When you step in the ring with Excellence expect to get the fight of your life.
( ( ( Koryn finally seems to understand, Explicit Content will truly never end. It’s a new Political Genocide on the world of wrestling will never cease to exist. The scene comes to a close with the realization the Paris, France wrestling world and its list of "talent" is next in line to be perfected by this regime. And Wrestling shall be Excellent once more…..) ) )
Political Genocide is a figure that came much later. As the first era of Explicit Content, the Era of Genesis began to subside; new talent was brought into the group. Gone were your Chris Hunters, your Matt Jacksons, your Eric Johnsons and etcetera. One name of the old guard remained, the name I hold most dearly, the name of myself, Joseph Johnson. I called upon new recruits; I shaped six minds into living the Explicit Content way. I coined the term New Blood to describe this second era. I called upon Mad Dogg, upon Stephen Abraham, Dre Santiago, Damien Jones, Chris Renick, and Jeronimo Fitzgerald. I lead a group of miscreants to the apex of the wrestling world. It became obvious in time, however, that not all of my personnel decisions were at the best for Explicit Content. The group that at one time was considered legendary was now washed down and devoid of the one thing that made it so successful in the first place: a hard headed ideology for dominance.
The third Era was ushered in last November. For the first time, we brought a feminine disposition to the group in the form of Koryn Jamison. For years we had accepted the insertion of women, but never before had we cast one in such a higher role of power. Next, Jeronimo Fitzgerald was given passage to the new Era. Jeronimo had been a part of the Explicit Content family since before there was an Explicit Content. He had been there through every group to come before it. Whether it was High Definition, whether it was Wreckless Abandon, or the Natural Born Thrillers themselves, Jeronimo had been there. While slow in terms of perception and understanding, Jeronimo was of the classic mold necessary to compete at the highest level of this industry. Jeronimo cares about three things: sex, the sea, and wrestling glory. Two of these obsessions, sex and glory, are what we used to lay the foundation of Explicit Content. As for the sea, well, we don't really mind that one either. Jeronimo brought his girlfriend, April Horan, along with him and for a while the four of us succeeded in our ideals. But there was something missing. We needed a new edge, a new attitude. When you build a dynasty, when you build an alliance of such epic proportions, you look to your blood, you look back to your Genesis... you look to the Deity himself, to Shaun Cabalar. Joseph Johnson and Shaun Cabalar, the last of the old guard, joined by Jeronimo, joined by Koryn, the four of us will lead Explicit Content to a new height. It is a new era of Explicit Content, an Era where we will dispose of all of those who stand in our way from majesty, from ascendancy. It is a new Era, an Era... of Political Genocide....
(((The bedroom of one, Joseph Johnson. Here he sleeps away the things that plague him. His trials and tribulations are put on hold at every instance he spends in this room. The scene begins on a cool dewy morning on the outskirts of Miami, Florida. The house of Joseph Johnson is directly along the coast with a very spacious backyard the only piece of land between his walls and the Gulf of Mexico shoreline. The sun has started to rise and its rays have begun to slowly stretch across the floor of Johnson's bedroom. Shawn Payne is finally going to sleep and Jeronimo will not be up for hours, the house should be quiet, not a sound should be heard. But as the sun stretches across his bedroom floor, the sound of rustling, or moaning, of a box spring being put to the test, echoes throughout the room. The noise eventually comes to a halt. Looking upon the bed now, Joseph Johnson and Koryn Jamison are both wide awake just before 7:00AM on this very morning. Koryn rests her head on Joseph's chest and now, after fulfilling her womanly duties, she demands an answer from him....)))
Koryn: Why do we have to go to Europe? I don't even know what to call the place. Is it the United Kingdom? Is it England? Is it Great Britain? I have big boobs; this is too confusing for me!
Joseph Johnson: Actually, I think the word is gigantic.
( ( ( She laughs a little at his awful joke, out of love for him, before pinching him in the side to show her true frustration. ) ) )
Koryn: Be serious, Joey! Why do you want to uproot and go there? I love our life here, I love Florida, I love Miami, I love what we have here. We just put an extension on the house, we just installed an in-ground pool, you just built your gym with nothing but your hands and a hammer! After all the work we've done to this place, why leave now?
Joseph Johnson: Is this why we just had sex? So you could get answers out of me? My God, you are such a freaking woman.
Koryn : Well, it was the only way I could get an answer!
Joseph Johnson: Oh really? Did you get an answer?
Koryn: No... no, I did not.
Joseph Johnson: You know, you should have some faith in me. I respond to questions just as well as I respond to sex. When was the last time I let you down?
Koryn : Well, there was the time you forgot to put the toilet seat down and I fell in. There was the time you tried to fix our cable and dropped a satellite dish on my mother's car. There was also the time that my piano mysteriously fell out a window....
Joseph Johnson : I said the last time, not multiple times!
Koryn : How did the piano fall out the window anyway?
Joseph Johnson : I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe it through me a little punch in the side, kicked me in the shin a little bit, challenged me to a fight and lost itself to war. But what do I know, I wasn't there.
Koryn: You threw my piano out the window because YOU walked into it?!
( ( ( Koryn is up now, giving Joseph the angry eye as she pushes the bottom of her fist down on his chest. He knows that no matter how he answers this question, he's going to get hit. Regrettably, he gives in to her desire to know the truth about taking her with him to Paris, France for the next Overdrive. ) ) )
Joseph Johnson: ... We're going to Paris, France because I've done it all in North America. Over Eighteen World Championships, countless opponents, there's nothing left to do in America. Besides moving to Paris would be a new adventure. When President Jeff told me Paris, France is where
Koryn: We're uprooting for wrestling?!
( ( ( She lifts her fist up and slams it back down his chest, not once, but twice. She then rolls over onto her back and stares up at the ceiling with her arms now straight with her body. You can tell she's upset just by examining her posture as she stares at the ceiling fan rotating around and around over her head. ) ) )
Koryn: I'm not mad. Well, ok, I am mad, but not that you want to go to Paris,France for wrestling. I'm mad because we are a team Joey. We are both carrying the weight of Explicit Content now, it’s just both of us, it isn't just you. We need to make decisions like this together, especially if we're going to be married in a few months. This isn't something you drop on me at seven in the morning right after we have sex!
Joseph Johnson: Well, maybe if you didn't roll over onto me in my sleep and insist of having sex at 6 o'clock in the morning and then asking me why I want to move to Paris, France permanently ... maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be telling you this at seven! Did you ever think of that?! Huh? Did you?!
Koryn: Well, maybe if someone had told me beforehand I wouldn't have needed to use my body to get an answer out of you at seven! Maybe if someone had asked me my opinion on the matter I wouldn't be feeling both satisfied and upset at the same time!
Joseph Johnson: Oh yeah?! Well... well... maybe if someone doesn't stop talking like this I'm going to have to satisfy them all over again because I'm really starting to get excited over here!
( ( ( Koryn is in no mood for romance now and quickly pinches him where it hurts the most to quell his ambition. ) ) )
Joseph Johnson : Son of a bitch! Fine! Let's talk about this already! No more pinching the soldier's helmet!
Koryn: If you keep calling it that I may never touch him again, period. But thank you, let's talk.
Joseph Johnson: Well Fine.
Koryn: Now, what is there in Paris, France that you can't find in America for a living fantasy?
Joseph Johnson: Koryn, you know me, right? You understand what it's like to be out there in the ring, in front of millions of viewers across the world. You remember the impact Explicit Content has had on federations past. You remember Prison Wars Incorporated; we made that place what it was. You remember Millennium Wrestling Entertainment. There again, we became the face of a multi-million dollar enterprise. And you remember the Illicit Wrestling League; they built that place on our backs. I don't want an established order of business. I don't want somewhere that can succeed without Explicit Content. At this point in our lives, in my career, we don't need to go somewhere that has already been a prominent success. We can build palaces out of sand, we can build a tree house out of twigs, and we can sure as hell build a corporate powerhouse out a struggling little warehouse of an organization. There's a whole new plethora of fan in Paris that need us. It needs to be saved from itself. It needs another dose of Excellence, like political Genocide to ensure order. And maybe I’ll let you be C.O.O if this wrestling company gets off the ground… Paris style.
Koryn: You can't be serious. Another Political Genocide? After all we went through the last time? That Political Genocide was supposed to be a onetime deal. It was just supposed to get us through our last enterprise; it wasn't meant to define a career. We aren't the good guys. Never before did we seek out an association in need. It's not like that, Joey. We were renegades. We were of another generation, a generation of Pure Excellence. Our destiny is not to put aside our own lives to better those of others, especially those in another country!
Joseph Johnson: Koryn, how can you say that? How can you lie there and try to tell me that our Political Genocide was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Or is it... do you think I'm switching sides here? Do you think that I think of myself as a martyr? I know better than that. I know us. We weren’t even good people. None of us. None of Explicit Content will ever win a Nobel Peace Prize for being saints. We aren't going to this new place just to change the face of Professional Wrestling, we're going there to reach new heights, to inflict our wrath on an entirely different country, an entirely different part of the world. The farce we need to extinguish is now just limited to building up a roster, as talented a roster it should be. Sometimes, Koryn, we rebels make the best good guys. The city of Paris, Francis calling to us, and for the sake of ourselves, the sake of everything that Explicit Content stands for... we must answer the call.
For us rebels make the best good guys, and this time, eliminating the tragedy of an enterprise, eliminating other Wrestling competition from the map... will be an act of kindness, an act of benevolence to the world. In our finest hour, as we play the role of Political Genocide one time further, we will be met with roses crashing at our feet. The rise of all things Excellent will be met... with thunderous ovation. So we’re moving to Paris and I have to take on Adam Mumford? How fitting as my sponsors and benefactors shall be in attendance. I earned my right to live like I want. And I earned my right to perfect wrestling in my image….
So, Nathaniel Havok wants to come back and take his claim in Action Packed Wrestling? Second match back and he’s main eventing Overdrive? I don’t need to claim war or go against the fans as I’m a fighter. I clearly look the part, my battle scars and the dry blood upon my full face. You look into my eyes and see the true face of Explicit Content, the true voice of reason. I did a lot of bad things in the past. Though as a rebel I’ve changed for the better. The people cheer my name as I never back down and nor do I quit…. I am not the face of a quitter Koryn. You, may not understand why I do half the things I do. But, look Paris France is the first step in the right direction. It’s the first step in a long line of success. As me owning a large Wrestling Conglomerate is for the greater good. It’s like me hitting Havok across the skull with a cane. It’s like what I’m going to do to Adam Mumford? The people deserve better? Overdrive deserves better? And I don’t care who you are or whatever walk of life you come from. When you step in the ring with Excellence expect to get the fight of your life.
( ( ( Koryn finally seems to understand, Explicit Content will truly never end. It’s a new Political Genocide on the world of wrestling will never cease to exist. The scene comes to a close with the realization the Paris, France wrestling world and its list of "talent" is next in line to be perfected by this regime. And Wrestling shall be Excellent once more…..) ) )
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