FWA
RP: 003
EVENT: Fallout
12
OPPONENT(S): Kayden
Knox
STIPULATION: Singles
W/L/D: 001
- 002 - 000
TROPHY CASE: Coming
soon.
Back To Business: What begun as a confrontation between Yuna Funanori and Guy Jordan has now boiled into a full blown hatred for Guy. The Pathmaker was more then certain he would spoil Yuna's return on Fallout 11, yet his confidence and unbridled rage was what led to his downfall. As he heard the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time, his attitude shifted from a man on a mission, to a man possessed by revenge. He made an example out of DJ Franchise, and this week, looks to do the same to Kayden Knox.
Guy Jordan: "LET ME THE FUCK IN!"
Place: FWA
Headquarters
Time: 2:22
PM
Date: 2/2/2022
[[ Outside of the official offices of the FWA stood Guy Jordan, who's fists have been pounding on the front door for nearly half an hour. ]]
Guy Jordan: "I KNOW SOMEONE'S IN HERE! I CAN TELL BY YOUR SHITTY HYUNDAI THAT I FUCKED UP! OPEN UP AND GET WHAT'S COMIN' TO 'YA!"
[[ The Hyundai that Guy mentioned had broken windows, a shattered windshield, and a flat tire, thanks to the tire iron Guy held in his hand. Behind Guy stood his advisor, Royce Foxx, wearing a dark blue suit, with a expression of anxiety on his face. He swiped a bead of sweat off of his forehead as he looked up at the building. ]]
Royce Foxx: "I'm tellin 'ya Guy, this ain't a good idea. Beatin' up a company executive ain't gonna get you what you want."
Guy Jordan: "I ain't gonna beat him up Royce... I'm gonna beat him to death. I'm gonna make him regret stepping foot in this business by caving his skull in. Who the fuck does he think he is? Guy Jordan doesn't belong in the wing with some pissant like Kayden Knox."
[[ Royce sighed heavily. ]]
Royce Foxx: "That's just the way this business operates. You lost to Yuna, if anything, they're throwin' you a bone by giving you the chance to end that goofy prick's career."
[[ With the speed of the Flash, Guy whipped his head around and thew the tire iron at Royce! He ducks it just in time, as it flies over back into the windshield of the Hyundai! Royce stood up slowly, dusting off his suit and readjusting his tie. ]]
Guy Jordan: "I'm not a dog, I don't need a bone. I want that stupid bitch Yuna one on one. She didn't beat me, I didn't lose. If I lost, I wouldn't be standing here, now would I? I'm breathing Royce. I'm alive, and I'm PISSED OFF! I don't compete, I don't care about losses, you either live, or you fuckin' die. That's what this business is to me."
[[ What seems like an eternity of a stare to Royce from Guy, transitions into a stare at the door. Guy was through trying to be nice, and he took his foot and KICKED the door! Once, twice, then three times! On the third try, he successfully forced the door open, and all hell was about to break loose. With a march, Guy stormed the building. He entered the main hall, where a security guard walked out of the bathroom with his zipper undone. ]]
Royce Foxx: "Just think about it for a second, Guy. Why can't you just accept the fact that someone's better then you?"
[[ The guard was on high alert now, whipping out a stun gun. ]]
FWA Security Guard : "Hey! That's FWA property you just broke!”
[[ A stun gun was no match for a quick Killer Stunner delivered by Guy. Guy stood up and swiped the stun gun, looking at it as he continued to march, tinkering with it to see how it works. ]]
Guy Jordan: "Because no one's better then me. Not a fuckin' soul. Yuna Funanori wants to be satisfied with a “win” over me? So fuckin' be it. But she's gonna pay for tryin' to make me look like a fool. I'm not a fool, and I sure as hell ain't gonna let her parade around thinkin' she got the better of me. She's just another maggot in the pile of shit known as the Eff-Dubya-Eh, and I'm sick and fuckin' tired of hearin' about her."
[[ As both Guy and Royce turn the corner, they see an assistant carrying two cups of coffee. They're more then likely for her higher ups, but Royce quickly swipes them from her, as Guy hits her with the stun gun! ]]
Royce Foxx: "So you're just gonna what, storm in here and demand they give you something?"
Guy Jordan: "Exactly. I'm gonna demand a chance to rip her fuckin' head off and put it on a spike."
[[ Royce sipped one of the coffees, but spat it out, throwing one of them on the floor. ]]
Royce Foxx: "I fuckin' hate the taste of mocha."
[[ Now the pair were on a set of stairs, where a producer walked down looking through some papers. Guy swiped the last coffee from Royce and threw the steaming cup of joe in his face! He tumbled down the stairs as Guy made their way up to the second floor. ]]
Guy Jordan: "I hate her. I hate anyone who thinks they're better then me, because they're not. Especially not Kayden Knox. That string-bean motherfucker is annoying. More annoying then Ratin or Greg ever was. He thinks his shit don't stink, he thinks he's getting somewhere, but he's not. He's fuckin' NOT! This company isn't throwin' me a bone, they're tryin' to play me. To make a fool out of me, just like Yuna."
Royce Foxx: "I told 'ya before, the office doesn't like 'ya."
Guy Jordan: "I'll make sure these pencil pushin' cunts are pushin' up daisies instead. It's the same bullshit I'm dealin' with like when I was dealin' with Greg and Ratin. The company is scared, scared to what I'll do to it's “superstars”. If they wanna push me down, then I'll reply by keepin' their heads underwater until the bubbles stop showin' up. Kayden Knox ain't nothin' to fuckin' sweat, he couldn't even beat those circus-fucks back on Fallout 10. Now they wanna compare him to ME?!"
[[ The hallway seems empty. As if there's no life here. The paper trail has run cold... that is, until a few papers are seen literally floating away by someone trying to escape Guy's view. ]]
Guy Jordan: "There's no one, and I mean no one like me. I'll rain down a fiery hell on anyone who questions that."
[[ Guy marched forward, finding himself at the door of an intern. The door is open, and a pile of paperwork is spread throughout this tiny room. Guy lets a smirk creep on his face, knocking on the open door. ]]
Guy Jordan: "Lil' pig, lil' pig, let the big bad wolf in."
Royce Foxx: "Poor guy. Do you really have to pick on him?"
[[ Guy turns his head to Royce. ]]
Guy Jordan: "No one is exempt from The Path Of Pain, Foxx. Not even you. Leave me to my business, and I'll leave you to yours."
[[ Royce puts his hands up, taking a few steps back, before turning away. ]]
Royce Foxx: "I'll start the car. Just don't kill 'em. I can't get you out of that type of sticky situation."
[[ An eerie silence falls upon the scene, as Guy takes his time walking into the office, slamming the door shut behind him. In this room is your typical office memorabilia. A college degree, a picture of friends, family, and a computer. Guy's head is tilted upward as the sound of his knuckles being cracked echo throughout the room. ]]
Guy Jordan: "Now... I know what you're wonderin'. You're askin' yourself... “God... why me”... you're wonderin' why, just WHY... is ol' Guy Jordan after my sorry ass?"
[[ Guy's sarcasm sank into the soul of the poor intern, who hid under his desk, holding his mouth with both of his hands, trying not to make a peep. ]]
Guy Jordan: "You're not the first sorry sonuvabitch to ask that question. You're not going to be the last either. The Path Of Pain... it's more then just a fancy set of words describin' what I want to do to every livin', breathin' piece of shit I see. You're not special, you're just another example of what I can do to a man when I'm pissed off. It's a statement. A statement, that few people recognize. Eff-Dubya-Eh alumni like Greg, like Ratin... hell... even like Yuna, they've all felt it one way or another. They were reminded that in this sport of professional wrestlin', it's a sport of pain. The men... no... the fuckin' barbarians that kicked the livin' shit outta me taught me somethin' important... we're not in this profession' for money... we ain't in this profession, for glory... we're in this profession... to kill."
[[ That final word... it lingered in the air, causing Guy to stop and look up at the bright ceiling light, as a devious idea crossed his mind. ]]
Guy Jordan: "Pirates... jobbers... yes-men who will suck up to anyone for a job... this sport is diseased by people pretendin' to be fighters. The rules, the regulations... I hate it all. When I entered this sport, I was in it for the fact that it was the closest thing 'ya could get to legal murder. But now? Now I'm labeled as bein' dangerous. Now I'm labeled as bein' a “work hazard”... times are a-changin' son... just like the cowboys, my time, my era... it's all gone. It has been replaced by a parody of what this sport once was. Gone is the pain... replaced by comfort..."
[[ Guy turns his head to the desk, the same desk where the intern under it has quite literally pissed himself. The smell seeped through the entire room. Most would be disgusted, but Guy smiles, knowing his words have scarred this man for life. ]]
Guy Jordan: "That's where I come in. I am that reminder that for over a century, bodies were bein' broken. Men were dyin'. Skulls were bein' cracked, and this sport meant somethin'. My style, my aggression... I am the definition of professional wrestlin'. Yet you... you don't see it that way, do you? I get it... you don't make the decisions... and quite frankly I don't give a shit who does... but you support this company. You support the big eye in the sky that just won't let Guy Jordan be Guy Jordan."
[[ The footsteps continue by Guy, but now, he climbs the desk, standing on it and reaching up for the ceiling. With a bit of a struggle, Guy is able to pull off one of the fluorescent light tubes, darkening the room. He stands on the desk and taps his foot, causing the intern to finally crawl out. His pants were soaked with his piss, and his breathing was frantic. ]]
FWA Intern: "Please... don't...”
Guy Jordan: "It's too late for “please”, you piece of shit. Someone has to pay the toll for fuckin' with Guy Jordan. There is not a damn thing you, this company, Yuna Funanori, or that fuckin' muppet Kayden Knox can do about me. If you feel so incline to compare him to me, then be sure to watch how badly I destroy him. I take this personally... real fuckin' personally. While I'm busy bustin' everyone over the head, he's off in fairy-tale land thinkin' he's safe. He is far from safe. As far as I'm concerned? He is FUCKED. BEYOND FUCKED to be quite frank with you! When I'm done with him, he won't be continuin' his wishy-washy bullshit with Gabrielle. He likes to think he's the Eff-Dubya-Eh's problem... yet he wants to bitch and complain... thinkin that just because he's a lil' bitch that has depression, he thinks he's tough shit. He thinks his lifes hard, and wants everyone to feel so bad for him. Y'know what? People are gonna feel bad for him after I gut him like the annoyin' pig he is. So you watch, all of you Eff-Dubya-Eh staff fuckin' watch, 'cus his blood is gonna be on YOUR hands when I'm through with him."
[[ Guy steps down, and as the intern tries to split, he's grabbed by his man-bun and shoved FACE FIRST into the puddle of piss! Guy holds him down, but quickly bangs his head off of the floor again and again! His nose is busted open, the smell of urine is potent, and tears begin to swell in this poor fucker's eyes. Guy stands up straight, and with the light tube in his hand, he twirls it around. ]]
Guy Jordan: "Former X-Divison Champ... wannabe tough guy... sensitive little bitch... regardless of what Kayden Knox is... he's just another victim of Guy Jordan at the end of the day... I will beat him, I will destroy him... I will fuckin' END him... just, like, you."
[[ Like an execution, Guy brings the light-tube up over his head, and swings it downward. The intern's face turns to see Guy's eyes full of fire and rage, before the light-tube is about to collide with his face. Piss, tears, light-tube dust, what a combination. The feed cuts off as impact is made, but the sound of glass shattering is the final noise heard by those viewing this disgusting example of violence. ]]