Post by John Green on May 31, 2009 20:24:51 GMT -4
When we last left John Green he was in the process of securing a contract for his new bodyguard "The Wall" and had recieved a mysterious phone call. We pick up our story at the Foster Bank where John is picking up his package by the unknown person who called him on his cellphone.
John is pulling out the security box set aside from him by his mystery caller. Slowly opening it he finds a note and a set of keys. Picking up the note he scans it quickly before becoming disgruntled. The note reads....
Note- Follow the yellow brick road... all will be revealed in Oz.
John- What the... yellow brick road? I don't even know what the fuck this guy wants me to do.
John ponders over the riddle trying to find out where a "yellow brick road" was last found, until he get's extremly mad and just leaves the building. As he pulls out his cellphone to call "The Wall" to help him figure out the "riddle". After a few rings, "The Wall" picks up.
"The Wall"- Hello?
John- Yo man, it's John. You ready for today?
"The Wall"- Yep, where did you want to go train?
John- Scratch the training today, I need some security again today. Come over to my hotel room, I'll explain everything.
"The Wall"- Are you ok there?
John- I think so.. but hurry anyways.
"The Wall"- I'll be there as soon as I can.
John- Alright, peace man.
"The Wall"- Peace.
John flips his cellphone down and takes another look at the note given to him. Biting his lower lip, he starts pacing around his room.
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"The Wall" and John are in their hotel room, both pondering over the note and keeping a keen lookout for anything suspicious.
John- Any idea who this could be?
"The Wall"- Got a cell phone number?
John- Nope, came up as a private number, none of this is making any sense to me right now.
"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road to find the land of Oz..
John- That's what makes no sense. I was never in Kansas doing anything, never had a dog, and surely it's not my favourite movie.
"The Wall"- Maybe were over analyzing it. If I remember correctly the famous Wizard of Oz was nothing more then a cheap magic trick. Maybe it's targetted more so at you.
John- What do you mean?
"The Wall"- Have you ever walked down "The Yellow Brick Road?"
John- Not really...
"The Wall"- If this guy knows you, then he knows you're a professional wrestler. And obviously he knows quite a bit about you. You ever wrestle for a federation and take every title?
John- Not since I was a rookie..
"The Wall"- Hmm.. well, we have two options here. We can sit around waiting for a phone call, or we can go find the land of Oz.
John- Emerald...
"The Wall"- Huh?
John- The city of Oz was emerald colored.
"The Wall"- Emerald City...
John- SEATTLE!
"The Wall"- Ok.. what happened in Seattle? We know a what.. now we need a who and a why.
John- I don't know man, I've been in Seattle only a handful of times, I don't even remember any matches I've had there, or how much trouble I caused.
"The Wall"- Damn it John, why do you get into these situations.
John- This is the first time I've had this happen to me man. I don't even know what the hell I'm supposed to do.
"The Wall"- You still got that computer?
John- Yeah..
"The Wall"- Check your emails.. I have a strange feeling there's an email for you to explain more. If not, we can at least try and look up what you would have been doing in Seattle.
John- Tony might know as well, he has good contacts.
John pulls out his laptop and boots it up, getting everything set up, he checks his email.
John- Spam, spam, spam.. a few from Tony informing me of who's sent out promos so far. And more spa.... holy shit.
"The Wall"- What?
John- Unknown Assailant at hotmail dot com. At least we know he's not that clever. It says here, "if you can't figure out my clue, head on down to Millennium Park for your next clue. It's located at the Park Grill restaurant, order the whitefish sandwich and you'll get what you seek.
"The Wall"- Let's go then, grab your coat though, it's chilly out.
John- Uhh... dude that was really weird.
"The Wall"- It's not everyday someone emails you about ordering a meal and recieving what you seek.
John- No I meant how you told me to grab my coat. It's what my mother used to say to me.
"The Wall"- Ugh.. just get it on and let's go. Time is of the essence.
John grabs his leather jacket and heads out of his hotel with "The Wall" leading the way.
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Across the street on the roof of a large upscale building, a lone man peers through a set of binoculars. Watching John Green leave his apartment, he carefully pulls out his cellphone. Dialing a few numbers he places it to his ears.
Man- He's on the move, get the video ready.
With that, the man hangs up his phone and heads towards the stairs leading back down to the building. Taking one look back he mumbles something about revenge for what you've done to me.
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John and "The Wall" are sitting at a dining table, while the waiter get's there order.
John- I'll have the whitefish sandwich...
Waiter- And on the side? Soup salad or fries?
John- Ceasar salad please.
Waiter- And for you sir?
"The Wall"- I'm fine with just a coke.
Waiter- Ok, I'll be back with your food in just a little while.
With that the waiter leaves to the kitchen, while John looks around for anything suspicious.
John- Dude, I haven't been this paranoid since I was a coke dealer.
"The Wall"- Relax, you're with me.
John- i doubt you're worried about a laser dot appearing between your eyes. It's me they want, not you.
"The Wall"- Just stay calm, we'll get what we came for. Any idea what it could be?
John- Probably another note. Or maybe it's all bullshit and I just get a sandwich.
"The Wall"- Call Tony when were done here, I have a feeling things are going to get complicated.
John- I just wish I could put all of this behind me and concentrate on this Suday.
"The Wall"- You're life is more important then a piece of gold and leather.
John- True.. so did you get everything ready by the way?
"The Wall"- Yeah I packed last night.
John- Ok, cause I called Jeff this morning and he has a contract all inked up and ready for you to sign.
"The Wall"- This Jeff, how is he?
John- Eh, he's alright I guess. Makes some good calls, and just expects us all to make APW the best wrestling federation in the world. No real problems with the guy.. not since I literally walked a mile in his shoes.
"The Wall"- To be honest, I miss those days of watching APW.
John- Which days?
"The Wall"- The days when you made me laugh. I loved when you attempted to come back time and time again but kept losing every match.
John- Well I miss the better days. I wish I could go back in time and just stay in last year and relive it over and over. I was at the height of my carrer and Kenny Lambardo ruined it.. it was supposed to be a glorious move of keeping the APW title and taking it to our direct rival. But hey, Jeff made a good decision and hired me back. At least he knows if I'm on his roster then nobody else can utilize my celeb status against him.
"The Wall"- There's the waiter.
The waiter comes back to the table and looks at John.
Waiter- Sir I regret to inform you that we are out of whitefish today. The kitchen manager would like to talk to you about ordering something else. Free of charge of course. Please follow me.
John looks at "The Wall" with a bit of fear in his eyes. "The Wall" motions for him to go with the waiter. John regretfully follows him alone, and arrives in the back of the kitchen. Nobody is around and it's very quiet, espicially for a restaurant. The waiter leads John all the way to the back, where a cook is smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing John he tosses it to the side and pulls out a video tape. He hands it over to John, who takes it and looks at the cook.
John- Who are you?
Cook- I'm not the one you want. I'm just following orders.
John- From who?
Cook- You wouldn't know him. But they want to see you succeed here, they knew you would ask the who.. and where I don't have a name, I can tell you this much. My boss has a boss that has a boss. Watch that tape, and follow the clues given to you. You'll find him eventually.
John- This makes no sense to me man, I didn't do anything wrong to anyone.
Cook- Just watch the video tape, that's all I've been instructed to do here.
John nods his head and starts walking out of the kitchen, taking a quick glance backwards he sees the waiter and the cook talking to each other in private. Not being able to pick up on what they say, he just continues walking out of the kitchen. Meeting up with "The Wall" outside the kitchen doors, they discuss what's going on.
"The Wall"- What was that all about?
John- We have a video tape to watch, and this may take awhile.
"The Wall"- Did you find out who's behind all of this?
John- A boss of a boss of a boss.
"The Wall"- Sounds like organized crime, you said you used to deal coke?
John- This was a long time ago man.
"The Wall"- And over a long period of time, someone could learn everything about you. It's an obsession until they get what they seek.
John- I still don't understand any of this man. Do they want me dead or alive?
"The Wall"- My guess is they want you to kill yourself. Organized crime likes to break you down and expose your weak spots first.
John- Still.. Tony can find out if it's organized crime or not. They must realize that man, he's got connections all over the world.
"The Wall"- Let's just go watch that video tape.
John and "The Wall" start making the journey back to John's hotel room. From the corner of the restaurant, a man in a black suit and black sunglasses is on his cell phone. As he hangs it up, he starts to trail John and "The Wall".
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The scene is in an LA office where Tony Vincenzo is typing away at his computer. His client John Green has been requested for another interview, and Tony is trying to get him all the publicity he can manage. As he types away, he pauses and listens intently to something. Sliding open a drawer at his desk, he pulls out a 9mm gun and cocks it. Finishing up what he's typing, he sends it and picks up the gun. Walking over the door, he presses an ear against it, before slowly sliding the deadbolt lock. Flinging the door open, he points the gun in front of him, and scans the hallway. Finding nobody, he lowers the gun and lets out a sigh of relief.
Tony- Relax Tony, you're just a little stressed out lately. You need to take a vacation.
Tony heads back into his office and puts his gun back into the desk, walking over to his large plate glass window. Tony had it all lately, his own office, clients, a nice view of the city from 100 feet up in the air. He had recently met the girl of his dreams, and love was about to be blossoming. Once John Green got back into the public, he would start rolling in the money, and within a year he would be the most successful agent in LA. Things were really looking up for him, for it was only a year ago that he was just a poor drug addict with no direction. Pressing his body against the window, he feels the hot sun warm his body. As he closed his eyes he dreamed of vacations in Paris, Rome, London.
Tony- Ahh... now this is the life.
Voice- To bad you won't be around to live it.
Before Tony could even turn around, he found himself flying through the air. Shards of glass flew all around him as he plummetted down towards the busy LA streets. Someone had pushed him to his death, and he would never know who. But for a brief second it seemed that the entire world has slowed down just in time for him have his final flashback of his life.. a life filled with drugs, booze, violence, and un-adulterated sex. The devil would be happy to have him in his grasp. And then nothing.. just blackness.
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Back in Chicago.
John Green has hooked up his video camera to the television and places the tape inside it. Pressing play he sits back and watches intently. The tape starts out with just a black screen, the screen starts to have blood dripping down it as it shows a shot of John with barbed wire wrapped around his head. The next two minutes are all video footage of John being bleeding profusely from former hardcore matches he was in. It ends with him falling from the Cell at Carnage from 2008, and the words "Revenge Will Be Mine" are at the end. The video goes to static as John shakes his head.
John- It just doesn't make any sense man, so what if they have all my matches on tape.
"The Wall"- Seems like a psychological factor here. Seeing your own blood is un-nerving for some people.
John- It's gotta be deeper then that man. And what's worse, there isn't a damn clue here.
"The Wall"- Call Tony. Get him on the wire about anyone talking about you lately.
John- Good call. picks up cellphone and dials Tony's number. It's ringing. John get's the voice mail. Hey Tony, it's John. Give me a call back as soon as you get this. hangs up
"The Wall"- Doesn't he always answer his phone? He should have been in the office.
John- Yeah.. he's probably just busy right now.
"The Wall"- Check your email, we might find out some more clues there.
John grabs his laptop again and boots it up to check his emails.
John- I got one from Tony, that's it. Says here that I have an interview on a radio show next week. I'm supposed to talk about my career in APW and where it's headed. It's weird though, he ends it on the note "if you don't hear from me in awhile, lay low."
"The Wall"- Was he a paranoid guy at all?
John- No.. not really. He had his own way of knowing how things would turn out. Kind of like an extra sense.
"The Wall"- I give him until Five O' clock to call us. That's two hours away, if he doesn't call back then were going into hiding. I know a little place we can crash.
John- You don't really think...
"The Wall"- Organized crime, anything can happen.
John- What are you trying to say?
"The Wall"- Tony was your connection to find out who was behind this.. we watched this video and found no clues, now all of a sudden Tony is worried about not being around for awhile, and he doesn't answer his phone. It's all there man. We just got played.
John- There coming for you next aren't they.
"The Wall"- That's why we're sticking together, you hired me for protection.. I'm not going to have innocent people killed.
John- So what do we do for now?
"The Wall"- We wait. Two hours, then we make our own move.
John- Damn it.. only one thing I can do for two hours.
"The Wall"- Sleep?
John- Cut a promo.
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The Promo
John is stroking his goatee as the camera sets into focus. "The Wall" counts him down as John begins his promo.
John- So.. the majority of us have come out of hiding, and shown our true colors. We're all a bunch of mismatched personas here. I've got people still calling me nothing more then a loser and simply overlooking me. Which I just have to laugh at. Just a little. I mean.. sure, I'm not the same John you all once knew. The John who dominated everyone and everything. But still, there's an old saying that goes a like this. "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes." But what makes it even more ironic, is the same people who claim to be overlooked are the ones shrugging me off. Telling me that I don't belong in APW anymore, and that I should just quit. It's so hypocritical that I won't even point fingers at the culprits.
John- Which means I'm moving on.. for now. There's a man out there whom I was just waiting to speak my name. Just waiting to see what the hell he would say to me. And sure enough, Level One without fail, reminded me of how I never beat him in a singles match. Well that's great Level, but I don't need to beat you. Why? Because two other men can do it for me. While that means I won't be champion again, it would make me feel good to see the great Level One suffer his first loss. You have this image in your mind that you're going to win the match this week and keep the title. And it's only natural that you do. But you're starting to bring up emotions in me that I haven't felt in years. Your arrogance.. it's inviting. It reminds me of when I was young, when I just that rookie kid that nobody knew about, or cared about. And boy did I make an impact. I came here to APW, long before you.. and I made an impact that is still remembered to this day. That's right I said it. The fact that you guys go on and on about when my prime was and what I did at those times, it's great. It means I don't have to come out here like the rest of you and self masterbate on national television. It means I don't have to hype people up to make them remember who I really am. Just the mere mention of my name brings up memories to wrestling fans. They know who I am. And they may not care about me now, but deep down inside, they wait for my return. My Real Return.
John- They wait for my arrogance to peak, they wait for me to walk around here claiming to have the biggest balls in the industry. They wait for me to take on anyone at anytime, and demolish them. And that's something that you won't even be apart of. Why? Well you said it yourself. What's left for Level One if he loses his precious World Title? I'll help explain this one for you Level. You go down to the Overderive title.. and you stay there. You hold that championship, and you become the "undefeated Overdrive Champion." And then you brag about it, while people like me are sitting on a higher throne, making a bigger name for themselves as the "Undefeated APW World Heavyweight Champion." And I look down on you and say "my how the mighty have fallen." Now that is reality Level, that is what will happen to you. So where you may need this win, to redeem yourself from the last time you almost loss to Pence.. you'll never achieve it. You've burnt yourself out from trying so hard this year. And now you're prime picking for anyone.
John- Still not following? Let me lay it out for you in full scale. Here's Level One with his impressive win record this year, now here's John Green who has sat on his ass and twiddled his thumbs since January. Has an unimpressive year, and doesn't give a shit about wrestling anymore. And now, here's John Green sitting in a chair, with an arrogant smile on his face, not giving a shit about the past couple of months, laughing about his ex girlfriend, and getting ready to make the most impressive comeback of this current century. I'm the underdog here, and that means I have the fans in the palm of my hand. You see Level.. if it comes down to you versus me in that match with everyone else knocked out. All of your fans will become split in half. The entire crowd that is going to motivate you to continue, starts booing you, and cheering me. And it'll go back and forth between us, and the emotion that fills up in that arena, is what will carry me through for the win. You guys can come out.. say I'm past my prime.. say I don't have it in me anymore. And I'll allow it. Because you're being a critic. And I prove critics wrong. Look at me Level..I'm a "loser".. but not anymore buddy. I got me to this title picture.. I don't need you anymore.. but I would like to thank you. I would like to thank you for busting your balls to make me something great, I would like to thank you for doing all the hard work for me. Oh and I can't forget Jason Royce and Pence Weatherlight.. thank you guys to. Thank you for having my back whenever something went down, thank you for not allowing myself to suffer any injuries. Sure, I dragged you guys down and made you look like jokes. But that's ok, because you knew I was going to screw you over eventually. I had no intentions of becoming allies with you guys, I had no intentions of sharing the spotlight with you. I just wanted a World Title Shot. Some call me stupid, but rule number one fellows.. never let anyone know how smart you really are.
John- And speaking of Pence there, Pence Weatherlight.. nice wins earlier this month. Does this make you feel special that you only have lost one match here in APW? I mean who the hell have you really beat here. You haven't beat me me. You haven't beat Level One. So why are you here? You should be down with the Card openers Pence. Thats right Pence, I said it. I mean main events were created for top athletes to get away from those jobbing idiots. The idiots that are simply here to provide filler until I come out. And most of them just leave. And where are they now? I don't know.. I don't care. So some impact they made.. way to waste a month of your time. But I can't rag on you all that much Pence. Because out of everyone who wants to say shit about me, you may have come close to hitting the cold hard truth. You said no one gives a shit about John Green. Well thats true Pence. No one gives a shit about me. Everytime someone speaks my name they think of what I used to be. Just like you. You just focus on my past Pence. Who gives a damn how I started off in EWC. I mean that was two fucking years ago. Today is a new day and it seems like I run this new day. And have you really done in APW Pence? You told me exactly what you've done in APW. Wow.. I mean.. two wins, I didn't know that Pence. I'd tell you how many I have, but I lost track after the first year here. But there is one thing you've done that I haven't done this month or last month. You beat Jason Royce.. not once.. but TWO TIMES! OH MY GOD Pence! YOU SHOULD BE APW CHAMPION! Pssh, yeah right. Jason has become nothing more then a myth these days. He's bipolar pretty much. But here's the kicker you gave me Weatherlight. Here's the one thing that I just don't understand. You say you almost beat Level One .. but Royce interfered. Wow.. congratulations? Would you like a prize? Maybe a medal or an award? Here's a news flash dude, I've had Level One beat twice but he had to cheat at the last minute to win. You saying you almost beat him is like saying I could pin an eighty year old geezer who's hooked up to life support. The fact that you even include it in your resume for "things Pence Weatherlight has done in APW" just proves my original point. You haven't done shit in APW, so you're just another hypocrit attacking me for doing nothing. When in fact you haven't either. Though you don't deserve it, here's your world title shot Pence, now fuck it up.. when you do, you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.
John- Oh yeah.. can you feel it guys? Can you feel the return coming upon you? I'm talking about someone that the world has been waiting for. Waiting for years to come.. the return of The Real Mother Fuckin' Retribution Killer John Green. The man that you will all learn to fear once again. All I care about is being the best in APW, and regaining what I lost. And it's not the APW Championship, it's my pride.. my reputation.. my fuckin' honor. That's something that was robbed from me. When I have such names as Slade Craven, and Twister on my loss sheet, then there's a fuckin problem. But say I add Level One, Pence Weatherlight, and Jason Royce in one night. Then I become legendary.. I become almost Godlike. And all the people claiming I'm nothing more then a loser, well they shut up and swallow there own words.
John- Which leads me to the one man who has a bigger mouth then myself. Jason fuckin' Royce. The biggest liar in the APW. You see Jason, you think I'm a hack. I don't know why your vocabulary is of a ten year old little boy but you think I'm one. Now that my friend is the biggest lie of all. I've done everything here in APW. But what have you done Jason? And no being the best jobber doesn't count. Jason while you were struggling to get you first win in APW last year, I was APW World Heavyweight Champion. Now who sounds more like a hack Jason? Now I've lost a alot of matches but not like you Jason. I don't even know why you're even in this match. You haven't even spoken two words since the match was made. So let me tell you a truth and a lie Jason since you love to do both. Truth, I am the best promo cutter in this industry. Lie.. the best I can come up with isn't hack like you. That was known as bait Jason, it's called getting under your skin. Like all good things in life, you have to start up small and build something great. That's all I was doing Jason. See when I called you a whiner, what happened there was giving you something to build off of, giving you a false sense of security. You're not a whiner Jason, you're a damn hard worker. But you're a complete and utter failure is what you really are. You had to earn your place here, and if you lose.. you have to start all over again. Thirty losses all year? Congratulations, now try and go 5 loss per year, then come talk to me. That's why I'm the fucking best Jason. All skill baby, no competition. And not that they weren't established superstars.. they just were no competition for John Green. But moving on. Truth, you beat me. Lie, it made an impact. Let me define impact for you Jason.
John stands up and opens his bedtable drawer. Pulling out the websters dictionary he flips it open until he finds what he was looking for.
John- Impact.. to have an impact or effect on, influence, alter. Weird definition, but here's the kicker. To influence and alter. That is something you did not do Jason. By beating me you should have been the APW Champion. Why aren't you? Don't answer that it's rhetorical. The reason you're not the current champion is because you didn't capitalize. You didn't seize the day, carpe diem. Well that and because you're a fucking loser. You following? See it's simple Jason. I'm a legend around here, I make impacts. Why? Because I use my name to establish myself. That's your achievment, beating me. Where as my achievment was beating everyone that ever came close to me. I beat established names, legends, and everything in between. I took on all challengers without fear, and utilized my intelligence and raw power to beat them. You beating me is great, but it doesn't mean shit. That's not an impact Jason, try again. Tell me one time, one fucking time where you stood on top of APW, and people said "Jason Royce is amazing". Tell me one time where people feared you, where you had the entire world by the balls and could walk around doing whatever you wanted. You have never done that. You have never made an impact. I.. I made an impact. As I stated to Level earlier, you people remind me everytime about how great I once was.. that's an impact. Nobody ever reminds you how great you are, were, or will be. You Jason, are mediocore. That's truth without a lie. You're a winner once a year.. congratulations.. you fail at big time events.. majority do. You can't learn from your own mistakes, and continue to make them. That's truth as well. Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat the past. That's truth.. that's you.. so continue making those mistakes Jason. I'll sit back, laugh, and point out every single flaw that you hold in you. And if you have anything to say towards me, then do it now.. because after this Sunday, there won't be a damn person alive who can walk up to me and say whatever they want. For if they do, I will permantly shut them up. Why? Because I am The Real Fuckin' Deal John Green. And I'm back, and better then ever.
John- So take care everyone, talk your shit.. I'll be here, I'll be watching, and I'll be waiting. And come Sunday, through hell and high water, I will succeed. That is the truth, and if you cannot face it, then you will fall before me. You will get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, you will wish you never doubted me, or mocked me. You will then ultimatly realize exactly what fate is. And that fate is failure for three other men.. I don't fail. So sleep well everyone, because Sunday we go to war. And it will be a bloody and viscious one at that. To those that listened to my words, I wish you the best in life. For those who shrug them off, heh.. we'll see.
With that the camera feed ends for John's promo.
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Still in the hotel room, John checks the time, while refreshing his email. Still recieving nothing, he watches as the clock strikes Five.
John- I guess this is it..
"The Wall"- Yeah.. let's go. I have a feeling were being watched right now anyways. I know a few shortcuts to throw them off our trail.
John- Alright, I trust you on this one. Let's go now.
John grabs his video camera, and leaves the hotel room. As he turns back to close his door, he finds a note taped to it. Grabbing it off the door, he tears it open and reads it.
John- It's a news report.. kind of. Definatly not real.
"The Wall"- What's it say?
John- Earlier today Tony Vincenzo had enough of the world, and jumped from his office in LA. Tony was plagued with going bankrupt and often spent his money on drugs and alchol. The LAPD have confirmed that it was a suicide and that no foul play was involved. After searching his office they found the note that detailed his addictions, and how he was losing money investing in professional wrestler John Green. John Green has yet to be contacted for a comment.
"The Wall"- Holy shit...
John- We're in trouble man, and alot of it.
"The Wall"- Let's just go.. we'll figure out a plan on the way.
John- Yeah..
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Across the street a single man is changing in an alleyway. He's taking off a bellboy uniform and switching into a black suit. Throwing on a pair of black sunglasses he pulls out his cellphone and dials a number.
Man- He's on the move again, but we've definatly got into his head.
...
Man- Are you sure sir?
..
Man- Alright, they can go for now. Withdrawing from the operation until further notice.
The man closes his cellphone and continues walking out of the alleyway, until he dissapears into the busy street sidewalks.
Pt. 1 End
So there we were. "The Wall" and I cornered like a bunch of foxes. We had somehow manage to arrive at the hideout without being followed, but something still felt wrong inside of me. My agent was dead, or so I was made to believe. And I had nobody left to turn to, except for "The Wall". I was still clueless as to what was really going on around me, and wanted answers. Unfortunatly hiding from everyone wasn't going to help us out any further, but it might give us a few more hours to live. I shudder at the thought, but realize just how real everything has become. For all I knew, there was a bullet with my name on it, and whomever I had fucked over in the past would finally be able to sleep at night.
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We join John Green and "The Wall" during mid conversation. A single lightbulb dimmly lights the shack they are hiding out in. A pistol is laying on a small table, along with the video camera and recent notes. John is typing away on his laptop, desperatly trying to find any connections between him and Seattle.
"The Wall"- Think hard John, organized crime, you, Seattle. What's the connection.
John- I don't know man, I honestly don't fucking know. Blood has been spilled and I have no clue why.
"The Wall"- Maybe we screwed up?
John- Obviously we did, Tony Vincezo is dead and it's my fault.
"The Wall"- Tony's death was inevitable, he was on a bad path to begin with. Concentrate on keeping yourself alive. He's dead, you can't go back and change that.
John- I know.. I fuckin' know. And it's not helping that there's no record of me in Seattle.
"The Wall"- What if it wasn't Seattle?
John- It's the Emerald City. There's no other possible connection.
"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road.. it will lead you to Oz.
John- Oz is Seattle.
"The Wall"- But what about the first part. The yellow brick road.
John- Gold.. Title belts..
"The Wall"- I don't think that's it. You would have found a record of you winning a title in Seattle had it been that.
John- Well.. cocaine, pure cocaine.. is yellow. Yellow bricks of cocaine.. will lead me to Oz.
"The Wall"- Wait.. wait.. you might have something here. You said you used to deal that shit right?
John- A long time ago man, I was still sellin up until 2003 or so.
"The Wall"- And did you buy pure cocaine?
John- Not in Seattle. I bought the shit when I was in Detroit for a year. That's about the only time.
"The Wall"- Did you ever know anyone called Oz?
John- Oz....I uhh.. I think I've heard that name before.
"The Wall"- What if he's the one behind all of this?
John- I don't think it would be someone named Oz. But it's not a bad assumption. Pure cocaine is hard to find.. whomever is dealing it might be our first boss.
"The Wall"- A boss of a boss of a boss.
John- Ever watch Boondock Saints?
"The Wall"- Yeah..
John- I think it's time two ordinary men start taking out crime lords.
"The Wall"- John think about that for a second. We're not killing people unless it comes down to it.
John- Are you forgetting that organized crime mobs that sell pure cocaine are potentially after us?
"The Wall"- Good point, but were not killing anyone.
John- So what's the plan then?
"The Wall"- I'm thinking.. were just going to lay low for now.
John- And in the meantime?
"The Wall"- Cut a promo. Masterbate in the corner.. I really don't care what you do. Just stay here and let me think.
John- They want us to kill each other..
"The Wall"- What?
John- They didn't let us escape.. they let us box ourselves in.. you said it best they will wipe there hands clean any way possible. Double homicide..
"The Wall"- That's crazy talk man..
John- Is it? Why else are we still alive right now.
"The Wall"- Were not going to kill each other! Get a grip man, you're starting to lose it..
John shakes head- Yeah.. yeah.. sorry.. we're going to get through this, alive and unscathed.
John starts pacing around the room while "The Wall" sits down and thinks of a plan. John goes from pacing around to typing on his laptop. He pulls up an email notifying him of Level One cutting a promo. Shrugging it off he checks his watch. 3 hours ago he had sent out his tape, the battle was only beginning.
John- I'm a complete and utter moron according to Level One and Pence Weatherlight. I love it. I think I just played on there Attention Deficit Disorder.
"The Wall"- What?
John- Oh sorry.. Pence Weatherlight one of the guys I'm facing. He called me a complete and utter moron for the things I said to him, yet he failed to listen to all my words when I told them the secrets of life. See it's something I do, I'll go and place an important piece of the puzzle against one guy, and when then use it against another opponent, so that they are indeed the stupid ones.
"The Wall"- What did you say?
John- The secret of life is to never let anyone know how smart you really are.
"The Wall"- How did you outsmart him?
John- He used simply terminology here. He said something about "I think it's funny how you can't beat me, but you're so confident that you're going to win. So, if I do get beaten, by someone, how are you going to beat someone who is better than I am?" Or something like that.
"The Wall"- I think that sentence just killed apart of me.
John- Yeah.. yeah I know.
"The Wall"- So what's the answer to the question?
John- Simple man, someone beats Pence.. doesn't mean I can't beat them. two other people in there besides him and me man, any single one of them can be taken out at any point in time. It's an elimination match for crying out loud, we could all knock him out by doing a three on one. I have no clue what this guy is going on here. It's not like we're all taking turns fighting one another, and switching up every two or three minutes.
"The Wall"- So did you just drag him down to your level of stupidity and beat him with years of experience?
John- Ha.. yeah.. I totally did.
"The Wall"- Well I think I have a plan.
John- Let's hear it.
"The Wall"- Assuming we haven't been followed here, we take the car and we drive to Mexico.
John- Uhh.. I'm banned from Mexico.
"The Wall"- The entire country?
John- Yeah..
"The Wall"- Why?
John- Well I fucked over a coke dealer down there, and he pretty much ran the place.
"The Wall"- ....
John- What?
"The Wall"- You ever consider maybe he wants you dead and has been causing all these problems?
John- Uhh.. no, not him. He doesn't sell this far up the border.
"The Wall"- I swear to god John, if it is him.. I might let him kill you.
John- No seriously, it's not him. But we can't go to Mexico.
"The Wall"- Well then were screwed.
John- Maybe not.. my wireless internet works well enough. I might be able to make a move here.
John types something into his laptop, and sends it off.
"The Wall"- What did you just do?
John- Well if I have no friends left in the world, there's one little boy who could help me.
"The Wall"- And that is?
John- Gary.. that cripple kid from the other day.
"The Wall"- Whoa.. think about this John. You sure you want to bring him into all of this?
John- Relax man, I just told him to contact Jeff for me.
"The Wall"- Why don't you just do that yourself?
John- Jeff has a heart for kids. He doesn't care what trouble I get myself into.
"The Wall"- And Jeff can do what?
John- Anything he damn well pleases. What do we have to do to survive.
"The Wall"- We need body armor, another pistol, some ammo. First aid kits, walkie talkies, two mannequins, and 50,000 dollars.
John- I thought we weren't killing anyone.
"The Wall"- We're not.
John- I don't get it..
"The Wall"- Trust me, get the following. The money, pistol, and body armor are for us.
John- Ok, I'm trusting you on this one.
John sends his requests to Gary so that he can contact Hurricane Jeff to help John out.
--
Two hours later, John has really started losing his patience as he awaits the personal helicopter that will be landing nearby. He jumps out of his chair when he hears the rushing of the helicopter blades. "The Wall" grabs the pistol off the table, and opens up the front door. He tells John to stay inside as he runs out and grabs the crate the helicopter just dropped for them. Pulling it inside, the two break it open, and take a look at there inventory.
John- Alright, now what.
"The Wall"- Take the two mannequins, wrap them up in gauze. Place your hat and shirt on top of one of them. Take my shirt for the other one.
John- Ok..
"The Wall"- I'll place the walkie talkies underneath the chairs. That money will keep us alive for another week or so. Strap on the body armor, and take the pistol and some ammo.
John- You're not a security guard are you.
"The Wall"- Took you this long to figure out? Names Eddie Bradly, former CIA agent.
John- Eddie eh....
Eddie- Yes sir. You're going home alive buddy, I didn't want to blow my cover just yet, but it seems were in a tight bind.
John- So this was all planned out?
Eddie- No, not at all. Tony.. he hired me to protect you, he knew you would want me as your manager and personal bodyguard. We didn't expect anything like this to happen, but we wanted to be over cautious due to your rambunctious lifestyle.
John- I'm done the mannequins.
Eddie- I've got the walkie talkies placed.
John- Now what?
Eddie- Follow me to the car, I've got a friend you need to meet.
John- I'm going to cut a promo in the car.
Eddie- Do what you gotta do, you'll make it to that arena alive tomorrow night, rest assured on that.
John- Ok.. after you. Oh yeah I'm starting up alittle group in APW. You interested.
Eddie- Cool.
--
The Promo.. inside a car..
John positions the camera on the dashboard as he turns it on.
John- Pence Weatherlight. How ya doing? I really don't have a whole lot to say to you, but since I'm an asshole and an instigator, I would like to start off with. "My.. how the mighty have fallen." Ok now with that out of the way, I'm sure you know what I'm about to say. I'm about to go on and on about how great I am. But I thought I'd switch things up. I thought I'd let you know why you are a potential candidate to win this match. You see Pence, for a long time now you've been searching for that greatness you want to be. And hell, if you win it this month.. wow.. Pence finally did it. And then next month you'll lose it. So really, nobody will remember if you win or not. I thought you would like to know that. Has this dawned on you yet Pence? Well I'm going to go out on a limb and tell you straight up. You win this or lose this, career is done. I've got nothing more to say to the likes of you Pence.. what more is there to say? You fucked up in life.. and I'm laughing about it.
John- And speaking of fucking up in life, it seems our other loud mouth Jason Royce has still not even spoken up to tell us what the hell he is gonna do. If only he would stop forever and save us all the admission fee to see the worlds worst promo. I've got you outmatched Jason. And I know this now. But how.. oh how would dumb little ol' John know that Jason Royce cannot cut a promo on his ass. Allow me to explain. You see Jason, you provoked me.. a whiner, is that all you got? That's all I needed to hear. So I went ahead and showed you why I'm a master of the english language. I put you in denial Jason.. I made your mind mush, until all you spewed out was lies.. pure lies. And swearing every other sentence.. it's the sign of someone who doesn't know what to do. But that's ok Jason, because after all the denial you will finally accept reality. And that reality is this. I am better then you. If this was an office, I'd be the asshole who doesn't do shit, and get's the raises and promotions. While you're hard at work trying to impress the boss. And that's how life works Jason, and the only reason you would be the hard worker who doesn't get shit.. is because you give me no reason to care about you. I don't know when that will finally sink into your brain, but truth be told Jason.. you're freekin' boring. Having a conversation with you is like having a conversation with a deaf man.. you're just not going to get anywhere, and by the time you give up.. you've wasted precious moments of your life away. Fuck it though.. I'll see you Sunday.
John- And to Level One and all of you.. you're all to quiet. You have no cahonies to come out swinging. One of you is a coward.. another lost intrest once he got what he wanted, another is contemplating if he even wants to be here anymore, and you all have made absolute idiots out of yourselves. To be honest fellows, I expected more of a challenge.. but instead it ended up just like every other week. Like shooting fish in a barrel. You guys all thought I was a loser.. and come Sunday, this loser becomes the great APW Champion in history. I'm headed to the top.. and there ain't a damn thing stopping me anymore. Take care ladies and gentleman, and be sure to tell all your friends to buy my merchandise. Oh.. and one more thing. Any ladies out there want a piece of the hottest superstar ever, just meet me after the show. See ya..
-End rp-
John is pulling out the security box set aside from him by his mystery caller. Slowly opening it he finds a note and a set of keys. Picking up the note he scans it quickly before becoming disgruntled. The note reads....
Note- Follow the yellow brick road... all will be revealed in Oz.
John- What the... yellow brick road? I don't even know what the fuck this guy wants me to do.
John ponders over the riddle trying to find out where a "yellow brick road" was last found, until he get's extremly mad and just leaves the building. As he pulls out his cellphone to call "The Wall" to help him figure out the "riddle". After a few rings, "The Wall" picks up.
"The Wall"- Hello?
John- Yo man, it's John. You ready for today?
"The Wall"- Yep, where did you want to go train?
John- Scratch the training today, I need some security again today. Come over to my hotel room, I'll explain everything.
"The Wall"- Are you ok there?
John- I think so.. but hurry anyways.
"The Wall"- I'll be there as soon as I can.
John- Alright, peace man.
"The Wall"- Peace.
John flips his cellphone down and takes another look at the note given to him. Biting his lower lip, he starts pacing around his room.
--
"The Wall" and John are in their hotel room, both pondering over the note and keeping a keen lookout for anything suspicious.
John- Any idea who this could be?
"The Wall"- Got a cell phone number?
John- Nope, came up as a private number, none of this is making any sense to me right now.
"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road to find the land of Oz..
John- That's what makes no sense. I was never in Kansas doing anything, never had a dog, and surely it's not my favourite movie.
"The Wall"- Maybe were over analyzing it. If I remember correctly the famous Wizard of Oz was nothing more then a cheap magic trick. Maybe it's targetted more so at you.
John- What do you mean?
"The Wall"- Have you ever walked down "The Yellow Brick Road?"
John- Not really...
"The Wall"- If this guy knows you, then he knows you're a professional wrestler. And obviously he knows quite a bit about you. You ever wrestle for a federation and take every title?
John- Not since I was a rookie..
"The Wall"- Hmm.. well, we have two options here. We can sit around waiting for a phone call, or we can go find the land of Oz.
John- Emerald...
"The Wall"- Huh?
John- The city of Oz was emerald colored.
"The Wall"- Emerald City...
John- SEATTLE!
"The Wall"- Ok.. what happened in Seattle? We know a what.. now we need a who and a why.
John- I don't know man, I've been in Seattle only a handful of times, I don't even remember any matches I've had there, or how much trouble I caused.
"The Wall"- Damn it John, why do you get into these situations.
John- This is the first time I've had this happen to me man. I don't even know what the hell I'm supposed to do.
"The Wall"- You still got that computer?
John- Yeah..
"The Wall"- Check your emails.. I have a strange feeling there's an email for you to explain more. If not, we can at least try and look up what you would have been doing in Seattle.
John- Tony might know as well, he has good contacts.
John pulls out his laptop and boots it up, getting everything set up, he checks his email.
John- Spam, spam, spam.. a few from Tony informing me of who's sent out promos so far. And more spa.... holy shit.
"The Wall"- What?
John- Unknown Assailant at hotmail dot com. At least we know he's not that clever. It says here, "if you can't figure out my clue, head on down to Millennium Park for your next clue. It's located at the Park Grill restaurant, order the whitefish sandwich and you'll get what you seek.
"The Wall"- Let's go then, grab your coat though, it's chilly out.
John- Uhh... dude that was really weird.
"The Wall"- It's not everyday someone emails you about ordering a meal and recieving what you seek.
John- No I meant how you told me to grab my coat. It's what my mother used to say to me.
"The Wall"- Ugh.. just get it on and let's go. Time is of the essence.
John grabs his leather jacket and heads out of his hotel with "The Wall" leading the way.
--
Across the street on the roof of a large upscale building, a lone man peers through a set of binoculars. Watching John Green leave his apartment, he carefully pulls out his cellphone. Dialing a few numbers he places it to his ears.
Man- He's on the move, get the video ready.
With that, the man hangs up his phone and heads towards the stairs leading back down to the building. Taking one look back he mumbles something about revenge for what you've done to me.
--
John and "The Wall" are sitting at a dining table, while the waiter get's there order.
John- I'll have the whitefish sandwich...
Waiter- And on the side? Soup salad or fries?
John- Ceasar salad please.
Waiter- And for you sir?
"The Wall"- I'm fine with just a coke.
Waiter- Ok, I'll be back with your food in just a little while.
With that the waiter leaves to the kitchen, while John looks around for anything suspicious.
John- Dude, I haven't been this paranoid since I was a coke dealer.
"The Wall"- Relax, you're with me.
John- i doubt you're worried about a laser dot appearing between your eyes. It's me they want, not you.
"The Wall"- Just stay calm, we'll get what we came for. Any idea what it could be?
John- Probably another note. Or maybe it's all bullshit and I just get a sandwich.
"The Wall"- Call Tony when were done here, I have a feeling things are going to get complicated.
John- I just wish I could put all of this behind me and concentrate on this Suday.
"The Wall"- You're life is more important then a piece of gold and leather.
John- True.. so did you get everything ready by the way?
"The Wall"- Yeah I packed last night.
John- Ok, cause I called Jeff this morning and he has a contract all inked up and ready for you to sign.
"The Wall"- This Jeff, how is he?
John- Eh, he's alright I guess. Makes some good calls, and just expects us all to make APW the best wrestling federation in the world. No real problems with the guy.. not since I literally walked a mile in his shoes.
"The Wall"- To be honest, I miss those days of watching APW.
John- Which days?
"The Wall"- The days when you made me laugh. I loved when you attempted to come back time and time again but kept losing every match.
John- Well I miss the better days. I wish I could go back in time and just stay in last year and relive it over and over. I was at the height of my carrer and Kenny Lambardo ruined it.. it was supposed to be a glorious move of keeping the APW title and taking it to our direct rival. But hey, Jeff made a good decision and hired me back. At least he knows if I'm on his roster then nobody else can utilize my celeb status against him.
"The Wall"- There's the waiter.
The waiter comes back to the table and looks at John.
Waiter- Sir I regret to inform you that we are out of whitefish today. The kitchen manager would like to talk to you about ordering something else. Free of charge of course. Please follow me.
John looks at "The Wall" with a bit of fear in his eyes. "The Wall" motions for him to go with the waiter. John regretfully follows him alone, and arrives in the back of the kitchen. Nobody is around and it's very quiet, espicially for a restaurant. The waiter leads John all the way to the back, where a cook is smoking a cigarette. Upon seeing John he tosses it to the side and pulls out a video tape. He hands it over to John, who takes it and looks at the cook.
John- Who are you?
Cook- I'm not the one you want. I'm just following orders.
John- From who?
Cook- You wouldn't know him. But they want to see you succeed here, they knew you would ask the who.. and where I don't have a name, I can tell you this much. My boss has a boss that has a boss. Watch that tape, and follow the clues given to you. You'll find him eventually.
John- This makes no sense to me man, I didn't do anything wrong to anyone.
Cook- Just watch the video tape, that's all I've been instructed to do here.
John nods his head and starts walking out of the kitchen, taking a quick glance backwards he sees the waiter and the cook talking to each other in private. Not being able to pick up on what they say, he just continues walking out of the kitchen. Meeting up with "The Wall" outside the kitchen doors, they discuss what's going on.
"The Wall"- What was that all about?
John- We have a video tape to watch, and this may take awhile.
"The Wall"- Did you find out who's behind all of this?
John- A boss of a boss of a boss.
"The Wall"- Sounds like organized crime, you said you used to deal coke?
John- This was a long time ago man.
"The Wall"- And over a long period of time, someone could learn everything about you. It's an obsession until they get what they seek.
John- I still don't understand any of this man. Do they want me dead or alive?
"The Wall"- My guess is they want you to kill yourself. Organized crime likes to break you down and expose your weak spots first.
John- Still.. Tony can find out if it's organized crime or not. They must realize that man, he's got connections all over the world.
"The Wall"- Let's just go watch that video tape.
John and "The Wall" start making the journey back to John's hotel room. From the corner of the restaurant, a man in a black suit and black sunglasses is on his cell phone. As he hangs it up, he starts to trail John and "The Wall".
--
The scene is in an LA office where Tony Vincenzo is typing away at his computer. His client John Green has been requested for another interview, and Tony is trying to get him all the publicity he can manage. As he types away, he pauses and listens intently to something. Sliding open a drawer at his desk, he pulls out a 9mm gun and cocks it. Finishing up what he's typing, he sends it and picks up the gun. Walking over the door, he presses an ear against it, before slowly sliding the deadbolt lock. Flinging the door open, he points the gun in front of him, and scans the hallway. Finding nobody, he lowers the gun and lets out a sigh of relief.
Tony- Relax Tony, you're just a little stressed out lately. You need to take a vacation.
Tony heads back into his office and puts his gun back into the desk, walking over to his large plate glass window. Tony had it all lately, his own office, clients, a nice view of the city from 100 feet up in the air. He had recently met the girl of his dreams, and love was about to be blossoming. Once John Green got back into the public, he would start rolling in the money, and within a year he would be the most successful agent in LA. Things were really looking up for him, for it was only a year ago that he was just a poor drug addict with no direction. Pressing his body against the window, he feels the hot sun warm his body. As he closed his eyes he dreamed of vacations in Paris, Rome, London.
Tony- Ahh... now this is the life.
Voice- To bad you won't be around to live it.
Before Tony could even turn around, he found himself flying through the air. Shards of glass flew all around him as he plummetted down towards the busy LA streets. Someone had pushed him to his death, and he would never know who. But for a brief second it seemed that the entire world has slowed down just in time for him have his final flashback of his life.. a life filled with drugs, booze, violence, and un-adulterated sex. The devil would be happy to have him in his grasp. And then nothing.. just blackness.
--
Back in Chicago.
John Green has hooked up his video camera to the television and places the tape inside it. Pressing play he sits back and watches intently. The tape starts out with just a black screen, the screen starts to have blood dripping down it as it shows a shot of John with barbed wire wrapped around his head. The next two minutes are all video footage of John being bleeding profusely from former hardcore matches he was in. It ends with him falling from the Cell at Carnage from 2008, and the words "Revenge Will Be Mine" are at the end. The video goes to static as John shakes his head.
John- It just doesn't make any sense man, so what if they have all my matches on tape.
"The Wall"- Seems like a psychological factor here. Seeing your own blood is un-nerving for some people.
John- It's gotta be deeper then that man. And what's worse, there isn't a damn clue here.
"The Wall"- Call Tony. Get him on the wire about anyone talking about you lately.
John- Good call. picks up cellphone and dials Tony's number. It's ringing. John get's the voice mail. Hey Tony, it's John. Give me a call back as soon as you get this. hangs up
"The Wall"- Doesn't he always answer his phone? He should have been in the office.
John- Yeah.. he's probably just busy right now.
"The Wall"- Check your email, we might find out some more clues there.
John grabs his laptop again and boots it up to check his emails.
John- I got one from Tony, that's it. Says here that I have an interview on a radio show next week. I'm supposed to talk about my career in APW and where it's headed. It's weird though, he ends it on the note "if you don't hear from me in awhile, lay low."
"The Wall"- Was he a paranoid guy at all?
John- No.. not really. He had his own way of knowing how things would turn out. Kind of like an extra sense.
"The Wall"- I give him until Five O' clock to call us. That's two hours away, if he doesn't call back then were going into hiding. I know a little place we can crash.
John- You don't really think...
"The Wall"- Organized crime, anything can happen.
John- What are you trying to say?
"The Wall"- Tony was your connection to find out who was behind this.. we watched this video and found no clues, now all of a sudden Tony is worried about not being around for awhile, and he doesn't answer his phone. It's all there man. We just got played.
John- There coming for you next aren't they.
"The Wall"- That's why we're sticking together, you hired me for protection.. I'm not going to have innocent people killed.
John- So what do we do for now?
"The Wall"- We wait. Two hours, then we make our own move.
John- Damn it.. only one thing I can do for two hours.
"The Wall"- Sleep?
John- Cut a promo.
--
The Promo
John is stroking his goatee as the camera sets into focus. "The Wall" counts him down as John begins his promo.
John- So.. the majority of us have come out of hiding, and shown our true colors. We're all a bunch of mismatched personas here. I've got people still calling me nothing more then a loser and simply overlooking me. Which I just have to laugh at. Just a little. I mean.. sure, I'm not the same John you all once knew. The John who dominated everyone and everything. But still, there's an old saying that goes a like this. "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes." But what makes it even more ironic, is the same people who claim to be overlooked are the ones shrugging me off. Telling me that I don't belong in APW anymore, and that I should just quit. It's so hypocritical that I won't even point fingers at the culprits.
John- Which means I'm moving on.. for now. There's a man out there whom I was just waiting to speak my name. Just waiting to see what the hell he would say to me. And sure enough, Level One without fail, reminded me of how I never beat him in a singles match. Well that's great Level, but I don't need to beat you. Why? Because two other men can do it for me. While that means I won't be champion again, it would make me feel good to see the great Level One suffer his first loss. You have this image in your mind that you're going to win the match this week and keep the title. And it's only natural that you do. But you're starting to bring up emotions in me that I haven't felt in years. Your arrogance.. it's inviting. It reminds me of when I was young, when I just that rookie kid that nobody knew about, or cared about. And boy did I make an impact. I came here to APW, long before you.. and I made an impact that is still remembered to this day. That's right I said it. The fact that you guys go on and on about when my prime was and what I did at those times, it's great. It means I don't have to come out here like the rest of you and self masterbate on national television. It means I don't have to hype people up to make them remember who I really am. Just the mere mention of my name brings up memories to wrestling fans. They know who I am. And they may not care about me now, but deep down inside, they wait for my return. My Real Return.
John- They wait for my arrogance to peak, they wait for me to walk around here claiming to have the biggest balls in the industry. They wait for me to take on anyone at anytime, and demolish them. And that's something that you won't even be apart of. Why? Well you said it yourself. What's left for Level One if he loses his precious World Title? I'll help explain this one for you Level. You go down to the Overderive title.. and you stay there. You hold that championship, and you become the "undefeated Overdrive Champion." And then you brag about it, while people like me are sitting on a higher throne, making a bigger name for themselves as the "Undefeated APW World Heavyweight Champion." And I look down on you and say "my how the mighty have fallen." Now that is reality Level, that is what will happen to you. So where you may need this win, to redeem yourself from the last time you almost loss to Pence.. you'll never achieve it. You've burnt yourself out from trying so hard this year. And now you're prime picking for anyone.
John- Still not following? Let me lay it out for you in full scale. Here's Level One with his impressive win record this year, now here's John Green who has sat on his ass and twiddled his thumbs since January. Has an unimpressive year, and doesn't give a shit about wrestling anymore. And now, here's John Green sitting in a chair, with an arrogant smile on his face, not giving a shit about the past couple of months, laughing about his ex girlfriend, and getting ready to make the most impressive comeback of this current century. I'm the underdog here, and that means I have the fans in the palm of my hand. You see Level.. if it comes down to you versus me in that match with everyone else knocked out. All of your fans will become split in half. The entire crowd that is going to motivate you to continue, starts booing you, and cheering me. And it'll go back and forth between us, and the emotion that fills up in that arena, is what will carry me through for the win. You guys can come out.. say I'm past my prime.. say I don't have it in me anymore. And I'll allow it. Because you're being a critic. And I prove critics wrong. Look at me Level..I'm a "loser".. but not anymore buddy. I got me to this title picture.. I don't need you anymore.. but I would like to thank you. I would like to thank you for busting your balls to make me something great, I would like to thank you for doing all the hard work for me. Oh and I can't forget Jason Royce and Pence Weatherlight.. thank you guys to. Thank you for having my back whenever something went down, thank you for not allowing myself to suffer any injuries. Sure, I dragged you guys down and made you look like jokes. But that's ok, because you knew I was going to screw you over eventually. I had no intentions of becoming allies with you guys, I had no intentions of sharing the spotlight with you. I just wanted a World Title Shot. Some call me stupid, but rule number one fellows.. never let anyone know how smart you really are.
John- And speaking of Pence there, Pence Weatherlight.. nice wins earlier this month. Does this make you feel special that you only have lost one match here in APW? I mean who the hell have you really beat here. You haven't beat me me. You haven't beat Level One. So why are you here? You should be down with the Card openers Pence. Thats right Pence, I said it. I mean main events were created for top athletes to get away from those jobbing idiots. The idiots that are simply here to provide filler until I come out. And most of them just leave. And where are they now? I don't know.. I don't care. So some impact they made.. way to waste a month of your time. But I can't rag on you all that much Pence. Because out of everyone who wants to say shit about me, you may have come close to hitting the cold hard truth. You said no one gives a shit about John Green. Well thats true Pence. No one gives a shit about me. Everytime someone speaks my name they think of what I used to be. Just like you. You just focus on my past Pence. Who gives a damn how I started off in EWC. I mean that was two fucking years ago. Today is a new day and it seems like I run this new day. And have you really done in APW Pence? You told me exactly what you've done in APW. Wow.. I mean.. two wins, I didn't know that Pence. I'd tell you how many I have, but I lost track after the first year here. But there is one thing you've done that I haven't done this month or last month. You beat Jason Royce.. not once.. but TWO TIMES! OH MY GOD Pence! YOU SHOULD BE APW CHAMPION! Pssh, yeah right. Jason has become nothing more then a myth these days. He's bipolar pretty much. But here's the kicker you gave me Weatherlight. Here's the one thing that I just don't understand. You say you almost beat Level One .. but Royce interfered. Wow.. congratulations? Would you like a prize? Maybe a medal or an award? Here's a news flash dude, I've had Level One beat twice but he had to cheat at the last minute to win. You saying you almost beat him is like saying I could pin an eighty year old geezer who's hooked up to life support. The fact that you even include it in your resume for "things Pence Weatherlight has done in APW" just proves my original point. You haven't done shit in APW, so you're just another hypocrit attacking me for doing nothing. When in fact you haven't either. Though you don't deserve it, here's your world title shot Pence, now fuck it up.. when you do, you'll have nobody to blame but yourself.
John- Oh yeah.. can you feel it guys? Can you feel the return coming upon you? I'm talking about someone that the world has been waiting for. Waiting for years to come.. the return of The Real Mother Fuckin' Retribution Killer John Green. The man that you will all learn to fear once again. All I care about is being the best in APW, and regaining what I lost. And it's not the APW Championship, it's my pride.. my reputation.. my fuckin' honor. That's something that was robbed from me. When I have such names as Slade Craven, and Twister on my loss sheet, then there's a fuckin problem. But say I add Level One, Pence Weatherlight, and Jason Royce in one night. Then I become legendary.. I become almost Godlike. And all the people claiming I'm nothing more then a loser, well they shut up and swallow there own words.
John- Which leads me to the one man who has a bigger mouth then myself. Jason fuckin' Royce. The biggest liar in the APW. You see Jason, you think I'm a hack. I don't know why your vocabulary is of a ten year old little boy but you think I'm one. Now that my friend is the biggest lie of all. I've done everything here in APW. But what have you done Jason? And no being the best jobber doesn't count. Jason while you were struggling to get you first win in APW last year, I was APW World Heavyweight Champion. Now who sounds more like a hack Jason? Now I've lost a alot of matches but not like you Jason. I don't even know why you're even in this match. You haven't even spoken two words since the match was made. So let me tell you a truth and a lie Jason since you love to do both. Truth, I am the best promo cutter in this industry. Lie.. the best I can come up with isn't hack like you. That was known as bait Jason, it's called getting under your skin. Like all good things in life, you have to start up small and build something great. That's all I was doing Jason. See when I called you a whiner, what happened there was giving you something to build off of, giving you a false sense of security. You're not a whiner Jason, you're a damn hard worker. But you're a complete and utter failure is what you really are. You had to earn your place here, and if you lose.. you have to start all over again. Thirty losses all year? Congratulations, now try and go 5 loss per year, then come talk to me. That's why I'm the fucking best Jason. All skill baby, no competition. And not that they weren't established superstars.. they just were no competition for John Green. But moving on. Truth, you beat me. Lie, it made an impact. Let me define impact for you Jason.
John stands up and opens his bedtable drawer. Pulling out the websters dictionary he flips it open until he finds what he was looking for.
John- Impact.. to have an impact or effect on, influence, alter. Weird definition, but here's the kicker. To influence and alter. That is something you did not do Jason. By beating me you should have been the APW Champion. Why aren't you? Don't answer that it's rhetorical. The reason you're not the current champion is because you didn't capitalize. You didn't seize the day, carpe diem. Well that and because you're a fucking loser. You following? See it's simple Jason. I'm a legend around here, I make impacts. Why? Because I use my name to establish myself. That's your achievment, beating me. Where as my achievment was beating everyone that ever came close to me. I beat established names, legends, and everything in between. I took on all challengers without fear, and utilized my intelligence and raw power to beat them. You beating me is great, but it doesn't mean shit. That's not an impact Jason, try again. Tell me one time, one fucking time where you stood on top of APW, and people said "Jason Royce is amazing". Tell me one time where people feared you, where you had the entire world by the balls and could walk around doing whatever you wanted. You have never done that. You have never made an impact. I.. I made an impact. As I stated to Level earlier, you people remind me everytime about how great I once was.. that's an impact. Nobody ever reminds you how great you are, were, or will be. You Jason, are mediocore. That's truth without a lie. You're a winner once a year.. congratulations.. you fail at big time events.. majority do. You can't learn from your own mistakes, and continue to make them. That's truth as well. Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat the past. That's truth.. that's you.. so continue making those mistakes Jason. I'll sit back, laugh, and point out every single flaw that you hold in you. And if you have anything to say towards me, then do it now.. because after this Sunday, there won't be a damn person alive who can walk up to me and say whatever they want. For if they do, I will permantly shut them up. Why? Because I am The Real Fuckin' Deal John Green. And I'm back, and better then ever.
John- So take care everyone, talk your shit.. I'll be here, I'll be watching, and I'll be waiting. And come Sunday, through hell and high water, I will succeed. That is the truth, and if you cannot face it, then you will fall before me. You will get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness, you will wish you never doubted me, or mocked me. You will then ultimatly realize exactly what fate is. And that fate is failure for three other men.. I don't fail. So sleep well everyone, because Sunday we go to war. And it will be a bloody and viscious one at that. To those that listened to my words, I wish you the best in life. For those who shrug them off, heh.. we'll see.
With that the camera feed ends for John's promo.
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Still in the hotel room, John checks the time, while refreshing his email. Still recieving nothing, he watches as the clock strikes Five.
John- I guess this is it..
"The Wall"- Yeah.. let's go. I have a feeling were being watched right now anyways. I know a few shortcuts to throw them off our trail.
John- Alright, I trust you on this one. Let's go now.
John grabs his video camera, and leaves the hotel room. As he turns back to close his door, he finds a note taped to it. Grabbing it off the door, he tears it open and reads it.
John- It's a news report.. kind of. Definatly not real.
"The Wall"- What's it say?
John- Earlier today Tony Vincenzo had enough of the world, and jumped from his office in LA. Tony was plagued with going bankrupt and often spent his money on drugs and alchol. The LAPD have confirmed that it was a suicide and that no foul play was involved. After searching his office they found the note that detailed his addictions, and how he was losing money investing in professional wrestler John Green. John Green has yet to be contacted for a comment.
"The Wall"- Holy shit...
John- We're in trouble man, and alot of it.
"The Wall"- Let's just go.. we'll figure out a plan on the way.
John- Yeah..
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Across the street a single man is changing in an alleyway. He's taking off a bellboy uniform and switching into a black suit. Throwing on a pair of black sunglasses he pulls out his cellphone and dials a number.
Man- He's on the move again, but we've definatly got into his head.
...
Man- Are you sure sir?
..
Man- Alright, they can go for now. Withdrawing from the operation until further notice.
The man closes his cellphone and continues walking out of the alleyway, until he dissapears into the busy street sidewalks.
Pt. 1 End
So there we were. "The Wall" and I cornered like a bunch of foxes. We had somehow manage to arrive at the hideout without being followed, but something still felt wrong inside of me. My agent was dead, or so I was made to believe. And I had nobody left to turn to, except for "The Wall". I was still clueless as to what was really going on around me, and wanted answers. Unfortunatly hiding from everyone wasn't going to help us out any further, but it might give us a few more hours to live. I shudder at the thought, but realize just how real everything has become. For all I knew, there was a bullet with my name on it, and whomever I had fucked over in the past would finally be able to sleep at night.
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We join John Green and "The Wall" during mid conversation. A single lightbulb dimmly lights the shack they are hiding out in. A pistol is laying on a small table, along with the video camera and recent notes. John is typing away on his laptop, desperatly trying to find any connections between him and Seattle.
"The Wall"- Think hard John, organized crime, you, Seattle. What's the connection.
John- I don't know man, I honestly don't fucking know. Blood has been spilled and I have no clue why.
"The Wall"- Maybe we screwed up?
John- Obviously we did, Tony Vincezo is dead and it's my fault.
"The Wall"- Tony's death was inevitable, he was on a bad path to begin with. Concentrate on keeping yourself alive. He's dead, you can't go back and change that.
John- I know.. I fuckin' know. And it's not helping that there's no record of me in Seattle.
"The Wall"- What if it wasn't Seattle?
John- It's the Emerald City. There's no other possible connection.
"The Wall"- Follow the yellow brick road.. it will lead you to Oz.
John- Oz is Seattle.
"The Wall"- But what about the first part. The yellow brick road.
John- Gold.. Title belts..
"The Wall"- I don't think that's it. You would have found a record of you winning a title in Seattle had it been that.
John- Well.. cocaine, pure cocaine.. is yellow. Yellow bricks of cocaine.. will lead me to Oz.
"The Wall"- Wait.. wait.. you might have something here. You said you used to deal that shit right?
John- A long time ago man, I was still sellin up until 2003 or so.
"The Wall"- And did you buy pure cocaine?
John- Not in Seattle. I bought the shit when I was in Detroit for a year. That's about the only time.
"The Wall"- Did you ever know anyone called Oz?
John- Oz....I uhh.. I think I've heard that name before.
"The Wall"- What if he's the one behind all of this?
John- I don't think it would be someone named Oz. But it's not a bad assumption. Pure cocaine is hard to find.. whomever is dealing it might be our first boss.
"The Wall"- A boss of a boss of a boss.
John- Ever watch Boondock Saints?
"The Wall"- Yeah..
John- I think it's time two ordinary men start taking out crime lords.
"The Wall"- John think about that for a second. We're not killing people unless it comes down to it.
John- Are you forgetting that organized crime mobs that sell pure cocaine are potentially after us?
"The Wall"- Good point, but were not killing anyone.
John- So what's the plan then?
"The Wall"- I'm thinking.. were just going to lay low for now.
John- And in the meantime?
"The Wall"- Cut a promo. Masterbate in the corner.. I really don't care what you do. Just stay here and let me think.
John- They want us to kill each other..
"The Wall"- What?
John- They didn't let us escape.. they let us box ourselves in.. you said it best they will wipe there hands clean any way possible. Double homicide..
"The Wall"- That's crazy talk man..
John- Is it? Why else are we still alive right now.
"The Wall"- Were not going to kill each other! Get a grip man, you're starting to lose it..
John shakes head- Yeah.. yeah.. sorry.. we're going to get through this, alive and unscathed.
John starts pacing around the room while "The Wall" sits down and thinks of a plan. John goes from pacing around to typing on his laptop. He pulls up an email notifying him of Level One cutting a promo. Shrugging it off he checks his watch. 3 hours ago he had sent out his tape, the battle was only beginning.
John- I'm a complete and utter moron according to Level One and Pence Weatherlight. I love it. I think I just played on there Attention Deficit Disorder.
"The Wall"- What?
John- Oh sorry.. Pence Weatherlight one of the guys I'm facing. He called me a complete and utter moron for the things I said to him, yet he failed to listen to all my words when I told them the secrets of life. See it's something I do, I'll go and place an important piece of the puzzle against one guy, and when then use it against another opponent, so that they are indeed the stupid ones.
"The Wall"- What did you say?
John- The secret of life is to never let anyone know how smart you really are.
"The Wall"- How did you outsmart him?
John- He used simply terminology here. He said something about "I think it's funny how you can't beat me, but you're so confident that you're going to win. So, if I do get beaten, by someone, how are you going to beat someone who is better than I am?" Or something like that.
"The Wall"- I think that sentence just killed apart of me.
John- Yeah.. yeah I know.
"The Wall"- So what's the answer to the question?
John- Simple man, someone beats Pence.. doesn't mean I can't beat them. two other people in there besides him and me man, any single one of them can be taken out at any point in time. It's an elimination match for crying out loud, we could all knock him out by doing a three on one. I have no clue what this guy is going on here. It's not like we're all taking turns fighting one another, and switching up every two or three minutes.
"The Wall"- So did you just drag him down to your level of stupidity and beat him with years of experience?
John- Ha.. yeah.. I totally did.
"The Wall"- Well I think I have a plan.
John- Let's hear it.
"The Wall"- Assuming we haven't been followed here, we take the car and we drive to Mexico.
John- Uhh.. I'm banned from Mexico.
"The Wall"- The entire country?
John- Yeah..
"The Wall"- Why?
John- Well I fucked over a coke dealer down there, and he pretty much ran the place.
"The Wall"- ....
John- What?
"The Wall"- You ever consider maybe he wants you dead and has been causing all these problems?
John- Uhh.. no, not him. He doesn't sell this far up the border.
"The Wall"- I swear to god John, if it is him.. I might let him kill you.
John- No seriously, it's not him. But we can't go to Mexico.
"The Wall"- Well then were screwed.
John- Maybe not.. my wireless internet works well enough. I might be able to make a move here.
John types something into his laptop, and sends it off.
"The Wall"- What did you just do?
John- Well if I have no friends left in the world, there's one little boy who could help me.
"The Wall"- And that is?
John- Gary.. that cripple kid from the other day.
"The Wall"- Whoa.. think about this John. You sure you want to bring him into all of this?
John- Relax man, I just told him to contact Jeff for me.
"The Wall"- Why don't you just do that yourself?
John- Jeff has a heart for kids. He doesn't care what trouble I get myself into.
"The Wall"- And Jeff can do what?
John- Anything he damn well pleases. What do we have to do to survive.
"The Wall"- We need body armor, another pistol, some ammo. First aid kits, walkie talkies, two mannequins, and 50,000 dollars.
John- I thought we weren't killing anyone.
"The Wall"- We're not.
John- I don't get it..
"The Wall"- Trust me, get the following. The money, pistol, and body armor are for us.
John- Ok, I'm trusting you on this one.
John sends his requests to Gary so that he can contact Hurricane Jeff to help John out.
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Two hours later, John has really started losing his patience as he awaits the personal helicopter that will be landing nearby. He jumps out of his chair when he hears the rushing of the helicopter blades. "The Wall" grabs the pistol off the table, and opens up the front door. He tells John to stay inside as he runs out and grabs the crate the helicopter just dropped for them. Pulling it inside, the two break it open, and take a look at there inventory.
John- Alright, now what.
"The Wall"- Take the two mannequins, wrap them up in gauze. Place your hat and shirt on top of one of them. Take my shirt for the other one.
John- Ok..
"The Wall"- I'll place the walkie talkies underneath the chairs. That money will keep us alive for another week or so. Strap on the body armor, and take the pistol and some ammo.
John- You're not a security guard are you.
"The Wall"- Took you this long to figure out? Names Eddie Bradly, former CIA agent.
John- Eddie eh....
Eddie- Yes sir. You're going home alive buddy, I didn't want to blow my cover just yet, but it seems were in a tight bind.
John- So this was all planned out?
Eddie- No, not at all. Tony.. he hired me to protect you, he knew you would want me as your manager and personal bodyguard. We didn't expect anything like this to happen, but we wanted to be over cautious due to your rambunctious lifestyle.
John- I'm done the mannequins.
Eddie- I've got the walkie talkies placed.
John- Now what?
Eddie- Follow me to the car, I've got a friend you need to meet.
John- I'm going to cut a promo in the car.
Eddie- Do what you gotta do, you'll make it to that arena alive tomorrow night, rest assured on that.
John- Ok.. after you. Oh yeah I'm starting up alittle group in APW. You interested.
Eddie- Cool.
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The Promo.. inside a car..
John positions the camera on the dashboard as he turns it on.
John- Pence Weatherlight. How ya doing? I really don't have a whole lot to say to you, but since I'm an asshole and an instigator, I would like to start off with. "My.. how the mighty have fallen." Ok now with that out of the way, I'm sure you know what I'm about to say. I'm about to go on and on about how great I am. But I thought I'd switch things up. I thought I'd let you know why you are a potential candidate to win this match. You see Pence, for a long time now you've been searching for that greatness you want to be. And hell, if you win it this month.. wow.. Pence finally did it. And then next month you'll lose it. So really, nobody will remember if you win or not. I thought you would like to know that. Has this dawned on you yet Pence? Well I'm going to go out on a limb and tell you straight up. You win this or lose this, career is done. I've got nothing more to say to the likes of you Pence.. what more is there to say? You fucked up in life.. and I'm laughing about it.
John- And speaking of fucking up in life, it seems our other loud mouth Jason Royce has still not even spoken up to tell us what the hell he is gonna do. If only he would stop forever and save us all the admission fee to see the worlds worst promo. I've got you outmatched Jason. And I know this now. But how.. oh how would dumb little ol' John know that Jason Royce cannot cut a promo on his ass. Allow me to explain. You see Jason, you provoked me.. a whiner, is that all you got? That's all I needed to hear. So I went ahead and showed you why I'm a master of the english language. I put you in denial Jason.. I made your mind mush, until all you spewed out was lies.. pure lies. And swearing every other sentence.. it's the sign of someone who doesn't know what to do. But that's ok Jason, because after all the denial you will finally accept reality. And that reality is this. I am better then you. If this was an office, I'd be the asshole who doesn't do shit, and get's the raises and promotions. While you're hard at work trying to impress the boss. And that's how life works Jason, and the only reason you would be the hard worker who doesn't get shit.. is because you give me no reason to care about you. I don't know when that will finally sink into your brain, but truth be told Jason.. you're freekin' boring. Having a conversation with you is like having a conversation with a deaf man.. you're just not going to get anywhere, and by the time you give up.. you've wasted precious moments of your life away. Fuck it though.. I'll see you Sunday.
John- And to Level One and all of you.. you're all to quiet. You have no cahonies to come out swinging. One of you is a coward.. another lost intrest once he got what he wanted, another is contemplating if he even wants to be here anymore, and you all have made absolute idiots out of yourselves. To be honest fellows, I expected more of a challenge.. but instead it ended up just like every other week. Like shooting fish in a barrel. You guys all thought I was a loser.. and come Sunday, this loser becomes the great APW Champion in history. I'm headed to the top.. and there ain't a damn thing stopping me anymore. Take care ladies and gentleman, and be sure to tell all your friends to buy my merchandise. Oh.. and one more thing. Any ladies out there want a piece of the hottest superstar ever, just meet me after the show. See ya..
-End rp-
