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Post by Devlin Knight. on Nov 24, 2022 13:27:06 GMT
Prologue…
The skylights in The Courthouse are allowing for some heavily positivity inducing Vitamin-D rays from the early morning sun as Fred Debonair walks around, showing Aurora the place for the first time...
For those who aren’t aware, The Courthouse is quite literally that, a renovated Courthouse that is now one of three of Fred’s Wrestling Academies and sits in a quiet area of Los Angeles, California (the others are “The Churchyard” situated in Midtown Manhattan, New York and “The Pub” in Manchester, England). As they walk around the facility several young men and women are either working out in the new state of the art Gym
Or sparring with one another in a Wrestling ring in the centre of the building.
They head towards Fred’s office which is sat to the side of the building but as they step inside, Aurora stops short to take in two burly men in clown makeup tossing about two lighter men, all the while being goaded on by men and women outside the ring. She is extremely intrigued by what’s going on and as she closes the door behind her and turns, Fred is smirking at her from behind the desk.
Aurora: ”What??”
Fred: ”Oh nothing, I’m just surprised at how quickly you’ve taken to this game, considering you had no real interest or were even connection to it in the slightest…”
Aurora: ”Well that’s what meeting you has done to me. It’s brilliant! The rush of working towards your next match, the thrill of being in the ring… I mean I’m not going to say it’s fun because it’s obviously serious but… Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m too old to just get started now.”
Fred: ”Now that’s total bullshit! You’re athletic, acrobatic and I know you’ve won gymnastics medals growing up and I remember you saying you did Martial Arts too. You’re what now? Thirty two?”
Aurora: ”Yep, next birthday is coming up real soon too.”
Fred shakes his head and chuckles as Aurora winks after the comment. He pushes himself up from the desk and walks around toward her as she looks back through the office blinds as two new students have now entered the ring. Fred wraps his arms around Aurora’s waist and kisses her cheek.
Fred: ”Listen, I’ve got two brilliant trainers here. Kai McKlintock who used to wrestle in RWF with me many moons ago and Selena Quinn who’s currently looking for a promotion to sign up to so needs all the practice she can get. Do you want to see how it goes if I set you up with those two and you work out here for a bit?”
Aurora spins around and looks at Fred dead in the eye, a huge smile on her face and she squeals just a little.
Aurora: ”Are you being serious right now?”
Fred: ”As the heart attack Jay Vaughn undoubtably suffered when Uncle Osh became chargrilled steak...”
This time it’s Fred’s turn to wink as he turns her toward him and she leans in for a kiss. Suddenly they’re interrupted by the phone ringing. Fred sighs and turns towards the desk, grabbing the phone up from its cradle (yes, it’s an oldschool phone).
Fred: ”This is the Courthouse, this better be good.”
Voice: ”Shut up you tart, it’s always serious when I call…”
Fred: ”Abe? Everything okay brother?”
Abe: ”Everything is cushty mate, but listen… Remember you said you wanted to empty out your old apartment block here in Hell’s Kitchen and renovate everything? Well I’ve got developers ready to move in the next seventy-two hours if you don’t have much to clear out?”
Fred: ”Serious? Damn man, you came through good. Nope I rehoused the last tennant about two weeks ago, nice little two bed in the Hamptons, all that was left was to clear out my dads two apartments and it was ready to go.”
Abe: ”Alright, so when can I expect you mate?”
Fred: ”I’ll have the wheels up in the next hour or so and be there just after lunchtime.”
Fred hangs up the phone and turns to Auror with a regretful look on his face, as he walks back over to her.
Fred: ”Listen babe, I’ve got to head to New York and deal with some property development situation. We can do two things… Come with me and be bored or, I could chat to Kai and Selena now and get you started? But I may be there for two days.”
Aurora: ”Property development eh? So not just a pretty face and great physique?! Oh I’d love to travel to NYC babe but you’re right, I probably will be bored and you keep teasing this training and I know if I don’t take you up on it, I never will! I’ll just stay at the apartment tonight and probably tomorrow and wait for you to come home!”
She smiles wide and places a kiss on his lips giggling. Before Fred can say anything she’s out of his office and headed down towards Selena Quinn and Kai McKlintock. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head and cutting off the light in the room, before shutting the door as the scene dissipates into darkness…
The end of the beginning…
The door to the apartment opens up and Fred Debonair walks in, followed by Abe Greenberg. Fred sighs and looks around. There isn’t much left in the place except maybe a television set, the fridge-freezer, cooker and a bunch of boxes and bed, in the bedroom.”
Abe: ”Wait, so you actually got Jonny C arrested??”
Fred: “No, to clarify I just called the cops. Whatever happened after that I didn’t know and still don’t but trust me, Abe, the last thing I’m doing when someone plays childish games like he did is reacting stupidly and getting myself put into a position where I can’t defend the UK Title because that’s what he was looking for! I’ve seen Jonny’s games way too many times and was expecting some kind of distraction before the big PPV and goddamn, when I saw what he’d done to my house I was livid! Man I was pissed, I won’t lie but honestly? I just had to sigh, laugh and shake my head at his failed attempt…”
Abe: ”Man what a jackass, when did the days of saying what’s what, getting into the ring and doing what needed to be done disappear? I mean jeeze the guy pissed on your petunias!”
Fred: ”I think they were actually Aquilegia’s but your point stands! The guy was doing shit I stopped doing twenty five odd years ago, but that’s him man… That’s Jonny ‘F’n’ C. That’s Mr. Infamous but me? I can run with the best of them, but when I’m focused, when I’m prepped and ready to go, when I’ve got someone in front of me who I want to put down, it’s no joking matter! I’m ready to eat a guy alive, you know…?”
Abe: ”Damn straight I do… Speaking of eating though I’m real hungry man, what about you? When was the last time you ate??”
Fred: ”Shit yeah, me too… I’ve not eaten since about five minutes after the plane took off hoss. That Five Guys still down the street?”
Abe: ”Yeah it is, but listen unless you want to come out, let me run down there real quick and grab something for us and you can get started in here?”
Fred: ”Nah I’m good, I don’t feel like walking down there but you ain’t gotta go, I’ll just hit up Uber.”
Abe: ”Nah, I’ve got to go see Asher anyway. Just ping me across what you want in a message man and I’ll be back in a bit.”Fred salutes as Abe is already out of the door. He sighs again, turns and begins to head towards the living room… The room is frozen in time, there is an old style brick television from the eighties, a VCR sitting below it and the wallpaper, carpets and three-piece Suite are also from the same era. He walks towards one of the armchairs, but before he can sit he hears a low jutter from the walls and flooring below him. Train? Nope, Subway? Doubtful and then, he spots it… A tiny slither of light that’s emanating from the window blinds and casting a shadow on the wall, except that shadow is being disturbed part way along the wallpaper…
Fred raises an eyebrow and tilts his head slowly, like a dog hearing an unusual noise, or Michael Myers spotting Laurie across the cornfield…
Fred: ”Alright what the hell… Secret Societies, Bigfoot, Clones, Skinwalkers, Aliens… Witches, Fae and now this?! What the hell are you?!”
He moves toward the strange thing on the wall, no, in the wall… And begins to pull away at the wallpaper, slowly at first but then he just thinks fuck it! The wall is being redone anyway it’s about time he got this shit off of it and so he tears and he claws and he rips and there… Right there on the wall, is a safe, inside the wall. Fred rubs his chin as he looks at the digital lock, the first thing coming to his mind is how a safe that has a locking mechanism from the nineties is tucked into a wall, with eighties wallpaper in a room that clearly hasn’t been changed since probably nineteen eighty-four.
The safe itself doesn’t look like it was supposed to be there, for sure. It was big, it looked like it potentially went further in than it should, like Mary Poppins handbag or the Tardis. Fred studies it for a while before feeling the front with the combination on it.
Fred: ”Ok now, let me have a little guess as to what the code could be… Zero, one… Three, one… Eight, two.”
Fred’s date of birth… Doesn’t work. He has another think about it.
Fred: ”Damn, could have sworn it would be that… Okay Tyler’s.”
No dice… He tries with Mercedes’ birthday and still nothing… And then, a random combination of six digits just begins to float in front of Fred’s eyes, gold, flaky wisps just spin around his head…
Fred: ”Zero, nine… One, six… Two three. What date is that?? Eh well, might as well give it a go, nothing to lose!”
Fred puts the six digits into the safe keypad, one by one… At first nothing happens, but then there’s a whir, a pop and a slow mechanical rotating. The safe door opens and Fred pulls it the rest of the way looking inside… He reaches in and pulls out a VHS Cassette which has a sticker with “1” on the top and then “Watch this video first” on the spine. Fred shrugs and takes the tape out of the safe, looking inside trying to get a better look but it’s just pitch black.
He walks to the television, grabs the remote, checking the batteries inside as something tells him they’d be corroded by now, but they’re fine. He puts the cassette into the VCR and pushes it in as he sits down and switches the television on. A warbling sound fills the small living room as the video comes to life, the image on screen is moving up and down too like bad tracking, not quite steadying but it’s good enough to make out a silhouette on the screen. The silhouette straightens himself up and speaks, although it sounded like something from an alien invasion announcement…
Silhouette: ”So you’ve been worrying about whether or not you know who you are… Would you say this was accurate??”
He definitely would…
Silhouette: ”Stick with me, Fred Debonair and you will soon find out exactly who you are but be warned… For you will find a lot more than you realise or… That you’re prepared for. Your journey begins… Now.”
Before Fred can even react, he’s engulfed in what looks to be a bluish white hue, I say hue but to be honest the entire room is filled with this light. In an instant, despite being unable to see anything around him Fred can hear the hiss belonging to the hydraulics of a bus, honking horns, siren, entry buzzers going off and the smells of trash, caramelised sugar coated nuts, and weed fill the air. Nothing new of course until the voice from outside the window…
Voice: ”Frederick Stephen Debonair! Get your ass here now!”
The bright blinding light has disappeared and he looks around, now realising what’s different… Firstly it’s daytime and despite the room obviously looking no different the sounds and smells are. Fred jumps off the armchair and heads for a window where he hears the voice and there he is… Steve Psychosis, the NYWA North-American Champion, or as people around the way knew him Steven Franklin Debonair, or as Fred knew him… Dad.
Steve: ”What’s this I’ve heard from Rabid and Toxic that you’re over in Jersey with your pal Ricky Wheeler and your brother “training” at Bruiser Bill’s?!I’ve been paging you for over an hour!”
And there he was, walking through the alley to the apartment entrance where Steve Psychosis is standing, Fred recognizes the short, spiked hair instantly… It’s him.
Young Fred: ”Dad, I told you I want to do this and if you aren’t gonna train me, then I’m gonna go see Bruiser… And yeah I know you’ve been blowing up my pager, it was in my locker most of the time.”
Steve: ”Oh, you’ve got lockers already there? Look kid I know what tough shit you’re made of and I know you want this, but I need you here, for me and the family.”
Young Fred: ”Dad, I’m fifteen and still only a Sophomore at that!”
Steve: ”And you think you’re in a place to go to Wrestling school??”
Young Fred: ”Yet you want me running drugs, guns and women for these schmucks who aren’t even my family?!”
Steve: ”Hey! Don’t talk about Ricky the Rat, Peter the Pest and the rest of the boys that way!”
Young Fred: ”Look, dad…. I get that I’m supposed to be some heir to a throne right here but I’ve got years for that if so. Right now I just wanna go be with friends, go to the mall, chat to chicks…”
Steve: ”And have I ever stopped you? I’ve always said you can do what you want but you need to be here when I call you…”
Young Fred: ”Nah dad, don’t go there! You’re always trying to dampen my vibe and it’s hella uncool… FYI, I’m buggin out every time I get a page or call from you or one of your guys, because I think you’ve been locked up or worse! As I said I need to do my thing right now and be a kid… But I’ve also got a dream to be THE FLYEST guy to set foot in a Wrestling ring and if you won’t train me, Bruiser will.”
The two are interrupted by somebody shouting from the alleyway entrance that catches both Freds’ attention.
Voice: ”YO HOMESKILLET! You wanna go Blockbuster?!?”
Young Fred looks at his dad who shakes his head slowly then points upstairs.
Steve: ”My wallet is up in the apartment and don’t be late home for dinner!”
Young Fred: ”Aiight! YO! Let me just grab some money from the apartment right quick!”
Fred bolts from the window and looks around for somewhere to hide, he sits down on the armchair and closes his eyes but nothing happens… He runs to the bathroom as he hears footsteps running up the stairs. He locks the door and sits down on the toilet with his eyes shut tight…
All of a sudden there is a banging on the bathroom door, Fred doesn’t know what to do… But then he recognises the voice calling out from behind the door. He walks slowly towards it, turns the lock and slowly pulls open the door and standing behind it, is Abe and he’s holding a huge bag with the “5 Guys” branded logo on it. Fred sighs with relief and laughs, putting a hand on his chest.
Abe: ”What’s going on? You good?”
Fred: ”Oh yeah, I’m okay… But man you won’t believe what’s just happened to me.”
Abe: ”Well you can tell me over the food, but I’m guessing it’s got something to do with those video tapes on the living room floor right?”
Fred: ”Yep, that’s ex… Wait, what do you mean tapes??”
Abe steps to the side and points down the hall at the living room, where on the floor Fred notices a small pile of about three video cassettes, he is extremely confused because there was initially only one, as the scene begins to fade out.
History is primed to repeat itself…
As the scene realigns itself, Fred and Abe are tucking into their bacon cheeseburgers (all the way), milkshakes (Peanut butter for Abe, Fred has a preference for Oreo Cookies) and well, an entire bag full of Cajun fries each.
Abe: ”So to clarify… You were led to find some big arsed safe in the wall, which was full of these videotapes and the first one took you back to a childhood memory but nobody filmed that memory, have I got it about right?”
Fred: ”Spot on the money brother… I remember that day and that conversation with my dad like it was yesterday but I definitely didn’t watch that on some recorded video man, I was there… I get I’m IN NYC now, so it’s slightly redundant to say I could hear and smell the city but this wasn’t like any other day here…”
Abe: ”Is there any chance and I’m just speculating here, Fred, that maybe you’re not too well? Not mentally, that’s not what I’m saying but perhaps there’s something there that’s causing you to have these memories and that’s making them so vivid??”
Fred: ”Are you asking me if I’m hallucinating, Abe? After everything you’ve been through with me for the last couple of months…?”
Abe: ”Well, yeah… I, yeah I see what you mean mate. Stress can really make the brain work overtime though too”
Fred: ”What have I got to be stressed about though, hoss? Right now I’m sitting on top of the world, with nobody standing in my way, are you talking about Jonny C?? You think having to step inside the ring against the likes of him, the same guy who’s first ever attempt at running me down was to “compare companies”? The same man who’s entire repertoire was to stick his tongue firmly up the ass of this business, makes out like he’s some villain of the piece and yet everything he does is for Osh Vaughn and IIW any which way you slice it? The guy who’s so comfortable here, of course nothing else matters… That guy is stressing Fred Debonair out?”
Abe: ”I hear you Fred, but he’s recently also pi…-“
Fred: ”Pissed on my porch, yeah I know. The guy also owes probably thousands in alimony but won’t pay it because it won’t fit his “bad boy” image. The guy can’t differentiate being a warrior on the ring to a prick outside of it. At least I own when I’m an asshole, I’m one twenty-four-seven, three-six-five and it doesn’t matter whether I’m on the opposite side of the squared circle to you, whether we’re outside the movies, or stuck at the lights… But Jonny? Nah, he gets lost in limbo.”
Abe finishes another mouthful of Cajun fries and picks up a videotape that’s laying on the floor beside him. It has “2” written on a sticker at the top, he hands it to Fred.
Abe: ”Hey, how about we check this one out? Might be more on it than the other one you just had on?”
Fred: ”Highly doubt that, but let’s see…”
Fred pushes the videotape into the VCR and sits back again, his knuckles gripping the arms of the chair, just waiting… And then the bright flash ensues, engulfing him and leaving him slightly disoriented.
Abe: ”Fred? Fred what the bloody hell is going on?”
Fred: ”Wait… You can see this? The bright white light and shit?”
Abe: ”Yes I can bloody well see it! And what is that sound?!
Suddenly as if on cue, there is an enormous rush of air and Fred can just feel and hear the roar of a crowd around him… He looks around but can’t make anything out, but then he feels the steel of a chair under him and realises he’s sitting down. The light begins to dim as Fred recognises where he is…
Charlotte Vanderpool: ”Here is your winner… ANNNNNDDD NEEEEWWWW RWF Hard-To-The-Core Champion… FLY FREDDY!!!”
Harry Lord: ”He did it! Fly Freddy has won the RWF HTTC Belt in his debut here in the RWF!”
Lloyd London: ”It’s a travesty Harry! That should have been PuppetMaster’s Championship! This kid got lucky!!”
Fred stands as everybody else is cheering for “Fly Freddy” and realises nobody even acknowledges he’s there. He turns and sees Abe standing beside him, gawking at the ring and jumps slightly.
Abe: ”Oh my God, mate it’s you…”
Fred: ”How the hell are you here?!”
Abe: ”You’re in the ring! But… But this is nearly twenty five years ago!”
Fred: ”How, are you sharing this hallucination with me?!”
Abe: ”I take back what I said, you’re not hallucinating, Fred… I remember this night. I was in this audience, we’d travelled together.”
Fly Freddy is still celebrating in the ring as Fred Debonair makes his way to the aisle, hops the rail and walks back behind the curtain, Abe giving chase.
Abe: ”What are you doing mate?? Why are we back here?”
Fred: ”I remember what else happened that night, something I don’t really talk about much.”
Fly Freddy comes walking through the back of the arena, several guys applaud him, pat him on the shoulder and so on. He sits down to tie his shoes, when someone walks almost directly in front of him. Fly Freddy looks up in shock, Abe let’s out an audible gasp which Fred gives him a side eye for, the man standing there is none other than Steve Psychosis, father to Fly Freddy.
Fly: ”Dad…?”
Steve: ”Hey son… How you keeping? Haven’t seen you in…”
Fly: ”Almost two years dad, saw your title defence the other night, good show.”
Steve: ”Thanks, see what you did tonight, proud of you Freddy, you… You definitely proved me wrong.”
Fly Freddy stands up, half smile as we see that his dad has stuck out a hand.
Fly: ”Thanks Dad, that means a lot…”
Abe: ”Aw man, this is cu…-“
Fred puts a hand up in front of Abe’s face to stop him.
Fred: ”Wait for it…”
Steve: ”But the time for playing around is done now son, come home and leave this alone.”
Fred looks at a flabbergasted Abe and shrugs. Fly Freddy pushes straight past his dad and spins around.
Fly: ”I’m sorry, what? Did you not just watch me out there? I put it all on the line for the love of this industry, an industry you got me into, I might add…”
Steve: ”Yeah and if you carry on doing that, you’ll wind up in the hospital or worse!”
Fly: ”C’mon dad, nobody believes you of all people, are actually trying to make sure I don’t come to any harm! You just wanna make sure I’m around to help out with the family business right?!”
Everything suddenly stops, Abe and Fred both look at one another, both feeling their temples as the world slowly begins to go dark…
There was only one way this was ending…
Fred hears Abe jump out the chair he was sitting on and turns to face him. Abe runs towards the boiler in the apartment and starts sniffing around it. Fred stands up looking quite confused.
Fred: ”Holy shit… Man that was a trip, hey… Abe? What you doing man?”
Abe: ”Looking for the source of the leak brother, we’re clearly suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning!”
Fred: ”And what? Both seeing and hearing the exact same thing?”
Abe: ”Didn’t you just ask me how I was sharing your hallucination??”
Fred: ”Yeah and you said you didn’t believe it was one and now I don’t either! A while back when I was chasing that Witch, I made more than one sentiment about not quite knowing who I truly was or where I was headed…”
Abe slowly walks back from the boiler and looks at Fred with a curious look.
Abe: ”Wait… So you’re telling me you MANIFESTED this?!”
Fred: …Maybe, I don’t know! But given as we’ve been through everything we have together I would not put it past this being a thing!”
Abe: Then let’s go back there and help you figure it out!”
Abe pulls a bag of pre-rolled joints for the inside of his jacket and Fred smirks, grabbing a videotape with “3” written on a sticker on the top. He lights a joint and passes one to Abe before lighting his own and sticking the cassette into the VHS. The distorted warbling sound returns along with the silhouette and the bad tracking image… The silhouette begins to speak.
Silhouette: ”So Fred Debonair, I see you’re finally beginning to understand exactly who you are. Exactly what you are… The kind of individual that truly exists within. This final tape will remind you of something you held in your subconscious for almost your entire life, at least your entire career… Are you ready to accept that…?”
Abe wants to ask Fred who the fuck the shadow man on the TV is, of course he wouldn’t know anyway. Abe wants to also ask what the fuck is going on, again, Fred will have no answer… But perhaps the white light engulfing them will… Once more the rush of the wind, the roar of the crowd and Fred blinks the house lights away. Inside the ring was the most important match of his career. Fred Debonair versus Kurt Ragnarok for the RWF World Title!
Fred looks to his left and sees Abe once again looking on in awe. Inside the ring, Fred sees Kurt Ragnarok pounding away at Fred Debonair before setting him up for a Powerbomb. Fred manages to get out of the drop, kicking Ragnarok in the groin before jamming his head between his legs and dropping him with a Sitout Facebuster! Fred covers him and the ref counts 1… 2… 3!!
Harry Lord: ”He’s done it! Fred Debonair has won the RWF World Title Belt! He’s beaten Kurt Ragnarok for a second time in a title match! First the North American belt and now the World Championship!”
Fred’s music hits and he stands there holding the belt in his hand, raising it as he jumps up on the turnbuckle. However the crowd's reaction changes, when someone slides into the ring behind him. Fred hops off the turnbuckle and faces his dad, who’s dressed in wrestling tights and a tee-shirt. Fred is shouting asking what he wants, why he’s trying to ruin Fred’s moment before he pulls a microphone from his tights…
Steve: ”Alright wait a minute… I get you’re pissed that I’m here, Fred… But you know I’m pissed too! I mean you’ve done all this in the RWF, you’ve won all these titles and now you’ve finally won the big one and I’m noticing that not ONCE has any credit come my way, no respect given to your old man… Yo-“
Fred snatches the microphone from his dad and shakes his head.
Fred Debonair: ”Are you kidding right now?! Do you remember a few years ago, when I won my first title and you came to see me?! Do you remember what happened?!”
Abe: ”I do…”
Fred: ”Yeah, same.”
Fred Debonair: ”I’ll remind you, dad. You told me to stop being stupid now and come on back home! You insinuated that the HTTC title was the best I could do and I’d amount to nothing in the business… Now here we are after another two HTTC wins, two tag titles, three Pro titles, four North American reigns, as well as two Television Championships and now my first World title and you want to come here talking about credit?! About respect?! Well that has to be earned!”
The crowd roar with cheers, until Fred’s dad rips the microphone back off of him then the boos begin again.
Steve: ”Respect earned? Well I’ll tell you who I did earn respect from, boy! Your CEO, Brian Slack! And you know what happened about two weeks ago? He and Wraith McGill, the owner of NYWA had an agreement that the NYWA World Champ was able to cash in on a challenge anytime, anywhere with the winner of the RWF World Championship! Guess who the NYWA World Champion is, son? That’s right… ME! And I’m cashing in!”
Lloyd London: ”What?! This is brilliant!”
Harry Lord: ”It’s despicable, Lloyd and you know it!”
Steve hammers Fred with the microphone, catching him off guard and it makes an echoing thunk as it hits the mat. Fred falls to his knees still out of sorts from his gruelling title match. Steve lines him up for a knee strike… He hits the ropes, bounces back but Fred ducks the strike and sweeps his dad's standing leg; he climbs up and begins stomping away at Steve’s groin. He backs away and as Steve begins to slowly climb to his own knees Fred waits and as his dad slowly crawls around to face him, Fred nails him with a shining wizard!
Harry Lord: ”Now that’s what I’m talking about! Go Fred!”
Lloyd London: ”It’s despicable Harry! And you know it!”
Fred hops onto the top rope and launches himself off in a 360 splash! He covers Steve and the ref counts! 1… 2… Kickout! Fred picks his dad up but Steve slams fists into Fred’s gut! With Fred now hunched over, Steve hits the ropes, Fred stands up as his dad goes to leap, catching him spinning him around into a Sitout Facebuster!
Harry Lord: ”FORCES OF FRED! He nails the finisher on his dad and the count 1…2…3!! Fred Debonair has beaten his old man!”
After the impromptu match is over and his own dad is left flat out on the canvas, Fred shakes the cobwebs away and once again raises the RWF World title to the jubilation of the crowd, before he begins to make his way to the back. He can still hear the crowd roaring his name as he pushes through the curtain followed slowly by Abe and current Fred. One of the only people in the dressing area as he does so, is “The Epitome” Mike Angelo olds friend and stablemate. He’s about to leave the arena, kit-bag over his shoulder, when he spots Fred.
Mike: ”Well damn, Freddy, look at that! You just can’t help but beat Ragnarok can you?”
Fred Debonair: ”Tell me about it man, the guy constantly wants to lay back for me! But that gorilla is the least of my worries right now…”
Mike: ”You’re right, at least he ain’t King. What’s your dad trying to do?”
Fred Debonair: ”Aint that the truth and him? Well by the looks of things, get himself mowed down! Guy thought he was going to just stroll in here and take MY RWF World Title when I’ve only just won it? Hell no. Years this guy told me I wasn’t going to make it in the Wrestling world for his own personal selfish reasons and now I’ve shown him up… He’s pissed.”
Mike: ”Looked to me like the old man just wanted to steal some of your glory. Seems like that’s a running theme in the RWF. Can’t even show your face around here without some prick trying to one up you and take your spotlight.”
Fred Debonair: ”No doubt, always some snake trying to slide its way into your life and tear you down from the inside… But with my dad? Nah it’s more than that Mike, the guy wants to turn my career inside out, either hoping I’ll commit standard career suicide or that he’ll do enough to take it all from me. Wasn’t going to let it happen then, it won’t be happening now. For too long, he’s been planting seeds of doubt in my head brother, making me think this wasn’t the life for me. Despite the numerous Championships I’ve held, now this beauty right here…? He has made me think I’m in the wrong place and for a while I don’t think I’ve known where I’ve stood, but now I know all too well.”
Mike: ”Hell, we haven’t always seen eye to eye, but that’s what Young Breed was about. You, me, Tyler, Katya, and even that piece of shit Shawn taking what we knew were good enough to take here. Sure, it may have fallen apart, and B.E.S.T was even more of a mess, but it’s pretty clear we’ve all done okay for ourselves. And now you and McKinley are the only ones around here I can even trust.”
Fred Debonair: ”Young Breed and B.E.S.T were not the most functioning of families I’ll admit, especially nearing the end of both but they were family, for me at least. They were learning curves and here we are now… I’ve had to take a step back and see myself from the outside to fully understand what was needed and like you, there’s only a couple of people still roaming these halls that I’d bet on to be there, should I need them…”
Fred and Abe are now standing in the Gorilla, watching the conversation between World Champion Fred and Mike Angelo taking place, safe in the knowledge they can’t be seen…
Mike: ”Between you and me, Elise’s brother is finally ready to take things seriously and sign a contract.”
Fred Debonair: ”For real? Nick, right?”
Mike: ”Yeah, Cara finally finished school, so I asked Slack to make him another offer.”
Fred Debonair: ”Well I’ll be damned brother. Well, we know what’s coming with him, so let’s just make sure he stays on our good sides and you gotta stay on his.”
Mike: ”You don’t have to worry about Nick, he’s not like all these other star hungry rats. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, and now that I’ve gotten past all that shit with King, I’ll be more focused and can help him out. Kind of like we always have for each other.”
Fred Debonair: ”Hey man the stuff with Shawn was a major leak in our arsenal, but like you say it’s drained now and water under the bridge. You’ve mentioned a lot about Nick before I trust you, I’m sure he’s gonna blow up the spot without forcing it and that’s exactly it man… Loyalty, hustle, respect, you have my back and I’ve got yours and it’s always been that way in and out of the ring.”
Mike: ”You know it. Just don’t be surprised if I come after that belt right there sometime soon. But no, for real, congratulations Freddy. You earned it.”
Fred Debonair: ”Hah! I don’t doubt that man but I appreciate it, as I do you… And you know something tells me we could still be doing this in over a decade's time. I’m gonna get out of here though brother, I’ll speak to you soon.”
Fred Debonair and Mike share a bro-hug before Mike heads out… He sits down on a bench, after grabbing at his own kit bag. He leans down to untie his boots, but something makes him look up and directly where Fred and Abe are stood, they look at one another as Fred Debonair tilts his head slightly as if listening out.
Fred Debonair: ”Hello? Someone there?”
Abe grabs Fred’s shoulder and looks like he’s about to collapse, as Fred too begins to feel somewhat woozy and before they know it, the room is vibrating and they’re back in the living room, nothing but white noise on the TV and two doobies burned out in an ashtray on the floor in front of them.
Abe: ”Woah…”
Fred: ”Yep.”
Abe: ”That was fucking trippy.”
Fred: ”Yep.”
Abe: ”You ok, man??”
Fred: ”I know who I am…”
This entire time, Fred has just been staring ahead at the static on the television. He picks his joint out of the ashtray and lights it, offering Abe’s to him as the scene fades slowly into darkness…
Morrison meets... A Q&A Session with the UK Champion…
The scene fades in off the back of the IIW logo and we find ourselves in a mildly lit room, a round pine table sits in the middle of the screen and two rather uncomfortable looking chairs are either side, one of them has IIW backstage reporter, Michael Morrison seated on it and dressed in a shirt and pants combo, whilst the one opposite is currently occupied by the IIW UK Champion, “The Kingdom” Fred Debonair, wearing white sneakers, black jeans and the IIW UK Title draped over the shoulder adorned by a black “Kingdom” tee-shirt… Available at KingDebonair dot com and all major and not so major, Wrestling merchandising stores and websites.
MM: ”Good afternoon everyone and welcome to a very special Pre-Explosion edition of “Morrison Meets…” I’m Michael Morrison coming to you just before the upcoming IIW PPV event direct from the Spotify Nou-Camp Stadium in Spain, home of the legendary Barcelona Football Club but on the weekend of December fourth will house some of your favourite IIW superstars and some of your… Not so favourites. With me tonight is the IIW UK Champion, Fred Debonair! How are you Fred?”
Fred: ”Hey Michael, I’m doing good thanks and before we begin yes, I’m aware you were referring to me when you said some not so favourites but you know something? That’s okay because I’ve been in this business long enough to know that when you’re showing up for the fans that relationship generally tends to go only one way. I’m really not bothered whether or not I’m a fan favourite or I’m the guy people want to hate, the truth of the matter is I’m all business and in this business there are no niceties, they’ll take what they want and they’ll leave you with nothing…”
MM: ”I apologise Fred, but let’s face it there aren’t many out there that are “fans”, those who respect what you do though, is another story.“
Fred: ”That’s right Michael, it’s a completely different tale. When it comes to respect in the wrestling industry, I’ve more than earned that in my career of almost twenty five years despite some others trying to persuade themselves otherwise…“
MM: ”And one of those others, happens to be your opponent for IIW Explosion which comes to the IIW Universe live on December 4th, Jonny “F’n” C whom you’ll be defending your UK Title against, correct?“
Fred: ”That is right, Michael. Jonny C seems to have this really big superiority complex and for the last several months the guy has been trying to push that onto me and hell he was even doing it prior to my arrival with my… With Tyler.“
MM: ”So, you say he has a superiority complex, but he says it’s just him, who he is…“
Fred: ”Eh, that’s bullshit and everybody including the infamous one knows it. There isn’t a single person out there, let alone in the world of Professional Wrestling who can be THAT passive-aggressive and yet still not give a damn about what people think of him.“
MM: ”But, you do, don’t you?“
Fred: ”No, you see Michael, this is where it differs. When you watch the way Jonny behaves he sulks whilst giving backhanded compliments right? He, instead of expressing himself openly will point out his opponents meanderings or attitude if you will, mine in this case. Whereas I will tell it like it is and I will own my being a bastard, I will own my flagrant disregard for the shit coming my way! I genuinely couldn’t give a fuck less but when you’ve got someone like Jonny C, picking up a microphone and ramming down your throat how you’re no good for the company and how this is the best place on earth BEFORE he discusses how he’s going to pound you into oblivion, then well…“
Fred sucks in air and shrugs his shoulders in a sarcastic, nonchalant way which leaves Michael not sure how to follow up on that specific line.
MM: ”Now, Fred… When you first caught the attention of Jonny C, way back last year, you weren’t even involved if I recall correctly in the match he was in, right? Your son Tyler was. And he said something about you wanting to hold on to your glory days…“
Fred: ”That’s right, Michael, it was Tyler along with my old friend Mike Angelo and Russel Wayne, I think Jonny was expressing his superiority complex at that time as he was just going at everybody from Tyler’s family and I’ll be honest it did make me chuckle at the time especially given as Jonny is less than two years my junior. He even made the mistake of telling Angelo he was in the same boat as him… I don’t even know where to start with that, Michael.“
MM: ”He’d also gone on to say that if you hadn’t been in the IIW prior to the time you faced him, you were effectively a nobody and he’d never heard of you…”
Fred: ”And this is what I was talking about with the guy's passive aggressive behaviour. He had gone out of his way to defend IIW and what those already here stood for, compared to me, making myself known for the first time, despite having booked matches in promotions worldwide and being a household name.“
MM: ”It does seem like Jonny has his own way of perceiving things, for example there has been an instance where he’s questioned you as a father is that right?“
Fred: ”An instance, Michael? AN instance? Brother it hasn’t been one singular incident where this has occurred, the guy is a grade-a douche father and hypocrite of the highest order! He once sat there ‘oh if Fred Debonair allows Tyler to get away with this he’s a deadbeat dad’ I mean firstly, Tyler is in his twenties so I’m not about to start telling him what he can and can’t do and secondly do I really need to go through the whole receipt catalogue of Jonny C’s actions as a “dad”? Do I?”
Fred shakes his head and chuckles as Michael, slightly abashed, looks back down at his notes.
MM: ”That first match you had with Jonny was a tag team match if I recall correctly, wasn’t it? You and Tyler against Jonny C and Noah, a student of Shaun Hart’s. This was a match in which you came out on top.“
Fred: ”That’s true, Michael it was indeed a match that Fred Debonair came out on top of… But of course Jonny had something stupid to say after that because that’s the kind of guy he is!”
MM: ”Could you explain what you mean by that, Fred?“
Fred: ”Of course I can Michael, I mean it’s a pretty simple concept to understand unless of course you are Jonny C. You see, Jonny has this habit of not engaging his brain, opening his mouth and just allowing whatever comes out to do so. Jonny doesn’t care if it’s the truth or not either… He was so embarrassed that he and Noah were beaten. I remember the nonsense he spoke, the excuses he made as to why they lost the match and it really isn’t the first time he’s tried to pull the wool over people's eyes to cover for his own inadequacies either, Michael. In fact I’m currently in partnership with both FactCheck dot com and Snopes.”
MM: ”Could you shed some light on those comments, Fred? If you don’t mind of course?“
Fred: ”Why would I mind, Michael Morrison? And the truth shall set you free, John 8:32. I mean take just very recently if you will, that man Jonny C started shouting all over the Eastern seaboard and then some about how Fred Debonair hadn’t beaten anybody to become one half of the tag champs with Chris Page at the time and whilst he’s technically correct because Tyler is a nobody, I still physically gave somebody a God Complex and pinned them for the 1…2…3”
Fred uses his fingers to count slowly as he says the last part, he stretches and then points a finger out towards Michael Morrison as if remembering something.
Fred: ”And then, then he comes out with some random schtick about how Fred Debonair fought Crush a whole number of times, can’t remember, don’t give a shit but the fact remains I stepped into the ring with Crush ONCE, I destroyed the little can of cheap heat and walked away with this baby over my shoulder. A belt that Jonny C claims is nothing more than a benefit belt, a third tier title and yet Michael, he is chomping at the bit for this, he’s craving a shot at the UK Championship and of course he’ll say he’s only taking this match because he wants to take Fred Debonair out and show the world he’s a nobody, the belt is a bonus blah blah blah, but we all know he’s just covering his ass for when I inevitably beat him to retain… I also love how much he’s projecting too, Michael.”
MM: ”Projecting? What do you mean by that, Fred?“
Fred: ”Well he’s going on like a raving lunatic about how I’ve fought Crush several hundred times and this was a lucky shot when I’ve faced Crush ONCE and that’s all it took me to beat him, whilst this is a guy who could never beat Jake E. Dangerously until the night Jake decided he was going to retire and had absolutely zero reason to keep the belt. Jake was done, he’d hung up his boots and here’s Jonny thinking he’s finally managed to put him away… And I mean let’s be honest, his world title reign wasn’t that good or even memorable… “
MM: ”That’s an arguable point, Fred.“
Fred: ”Is it, Michael Morrison? Is it though? How many times did Jonny actually defend the World title, once Jake gifted it to him pretty much a year ago to the day, as an early Christmas present? Twice before losing it and it took three months for that to happen and ontop of that, look at the talent he was fed! Tyler and Phoenix…?! My son and Anthony Phoenix were the best IIW could offer up to our esteemed Champ at the time?! I mean if he feels good about that, so be it. But I plan on taking out the big guns from day one and just continue to be a defending Champion thereon out.”
MM: ”Big guns? So you do think Jonny C is one of the companies big roster names, Fred?“
Fred: ”Of course I do because he is, nobody including myself has said otherwise and anyone who can’t see that isn’t paying attention to IIW. Jonny C is one of the most primed, ready to go Athletes that IIW has to offer and jokes aside, he’ll be one of the bigger challenges I’ve had since coming back to the game just around a year ago… But none of that changes the fact that he’ll still be put down like a rabid dog when we meet at IIW Explosion… I think perhaps Jonny has lost some self confidence along the way too, honestly…”
MM: ”And why do you say that, Fred?“
Fred: ”Third string belt, Michael! According to the man himself that’s all this is and yet you’ve got him talking about how the IIW management should never have made him a number one contender for my belt, he should have gone straight in, to challenge me for it, despite not actually caring about such a mediocre Championship… So does Jonny now feel that this is his level? When not so long ago he was World Champion material… Course Jonny won’t let his pride get bashed so this’ll be considered fodder on his part later down the line…”
MM: ”I don’t know, Fred but I mean…-“
Fred: ”At the end of the day, Michael it boils down to two simple things. Do either of us care more about winning or the other person losing? And do either of us really have what it takes to get the job done… I know I do, so I guess that just leaves it up to good ol’ Jonny C to decide whether he’s still going to play the game of arrogance in a mask, or if he’s actually going to take this shit seriously now and understand where he sits in this equation. Because this is how it will end for the infamous one… This is how Jonny F’n C will go out at IIW Explosion, Michael… This is the way Jonny C’s world ends; not with a bang, but a whimper…”
MM: ”Well erm, thank you very much Fred Debonair, for coming on to Morrison Meets and we’re all looking forward to Explosion! I know that much!”
The show's theme keys up as the lighting around Michael Morrison and Fred Debonair begins to darken, leaving them in shadow as we fade - to - black!
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Post by JonnyFNC on Nov 28, 2022 3:58:26 GMT
The scene opens to Jonny C sitting in a red leather reading chair on the front lawn of his palatial estate. It's a large brick home with a wrap-around driveway, perfectly manicured grass and a huge statue of a baby peeing into a fountain. There is a garage off to the side and the front a tank that doesn't quite fit can be seen poking out of it. Jonny is sitting a few feet in front of the statue and sitting next to him is a night stand with a Shrek TV/VCR combo on it. He holds up a blank VHS tape he taps his finger on the tape then kisses it. He puts it in the VCR and presses play. The Shrek TV turns to static that a video plays.
A backyard in Bridgeport Connecticut sometime in the mid 90s. In the middle of the backyard is a crudely made wrestling ring. Wooden pallets on the bottom with rows of tires stacked 3 high covering them. Plywood is laid on top of the tires with carpet padding and a tarp over that. Wooden posts are at each corner for ring posts with garden hose pulled tight for ring ropes. There are 3 milk crates tapped together for ring stairs. Off to the side there is an entrance ramp. More pallets are staked in depending order with plywood nailed on top of them to make a ramp. At the top is chain link fencing with a blue trap with a slit cut in the middle. On the blue tarp in giant red tape letters it says N.W.W. Pretty fly for a white guy is played from a boom box as a super young looking Jonny C bursts through the tarp. He is wearing black basketball shorts with a white shirt that has had written InFamous across the chest. Jonny is holding a screwdriver with a tennis ball on the top supposed to be a microphone. He walks down the ramp and climbs the ring "stairs" stepping through the ropes.
Super young Jonny C - ITS ME ITS ME I KNOW I'M YOUR HERO INFAMOUS JONNY C. PK SMOOTH Your days as NWW Champ are done. Once I hit the FN Point on you in the middle of that ring it's all over you punk. I will single handedly end the SWO once and for all. Now get your fat ass out here so we can do the damn thing.
Super young Jonny C throws the microphone at the 3 people sitting ringside who bat it away laughing and he turns to the entrance ramp waiting for PK smooth to make his entrance.
The tape pauses. The scene cuts back to Jonny sitting in front of his house.
Jonny C - Man, look how awesome I was. Even as a child I knew how to work the crowd. A little backstory for you guys about this tape. It was when I was in highschool and a few buddies and I built a wrestling arena in the backyard of my friend's girlfriend's house. Her father was blind so he wouldn't know or care what we did. Look I was always an asshole alright. Anyway I was in the main event of our wrestlemania type event Popping Backyard Cherries for the NWW world title against my heated rival PK Smooth. We had built this match for months and it was epic if I must say so myself. I went on to win that match and gain my first ever world title. Now some of you may say that winning a backyard wrestling world title isn't the same as a legit wrestling title but to me it means more. I have that displayed in my basement right next to all my other world titles. You know why that is because I fucking earned it. My friends all can to the conclusion that I deserved to be the champion of NWW and I was damn proud to do so. I know you're all asking why did I break out my finest TV VCR combo and show this really old video of myself. It's quite simple. It's to show everyone that I literally started from the bottom. I was hand making wrestling rings and working my little high school age ass off to learn to do what I loved. All I ever wanted to be was a pro wrestler. All I ever wanted was to be the best to ever step foot in a wrestling ring hand made or store bought. It was never for the money, the fame or the travel. All of those things are great don't get me wrong but it's not why I do this. I would spend years in that backyard learning everything I could about wrestling. Watching tapes we traded for and doing the moves we saw over and over till we perfected them. I did that until I was old enough and saved enough to join a wrestling school. Then it was over the races and the rest as they say is history.
Jonny stands up out of his red leather chair and turns to face his massive house.
Jonny C - Look at this place. It's fucking huge man. I worked my ass off to have this house. I grinded for years and years to have this house. I slept in my car for years eating cans of tuna fish and potatoes like apples for every meal. I stayed in motels that had stains all over the walls and mattress to pay for this house. I HAVE PUT SCARS ALL OVER MY BODY TO PAY FOR THIS HOUSE. All for the love of wrestling. Even if I never drew a dime and kept wrestling in that back yard in Bridgeport with my friends it would have still been worth it because I love wrestling. I don't play politics or locker room games at all. I do all my work in the ring and let it speak for itself. As you can see from super young me to now I always stood in that ring alone. I was always my own man and never needed help from anyone. All of my hard work has paid off exactly as I knew it would. I am arguably the best wrestler in the world today. Personally I feel I'm the absolute best in the world but I also know that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. Love me or hate me you can't deny me. You could never ever say that InFamous Jonny C hasn't paid his dues and done what needs to be done to win. You could never say I don't leave it all in that ring every single fucking time I step into it. I am one of if not the most athletically gifted wrestlers of all time. I am also one of the most decorated wrestlers of all time. Don't believe me, follow me.
Jonny motions for the camera to follow him as he makes his way to the front door of his house. The camera and Jonny speed up like in MTV cribs and follow Jonny into his house through the first floor and down into the basement stopping in front of his wall of achievements. The wall is covered in title belts from all over the world. Some bloody weapons and shirts were also displayed.
Jonny C - Look at all I did in my career. The IIW world title, a title I have won a few times now. It's sitting nicely next to the IIW tag and hardcore titles. The CWA world title, The NWA world title, The C.U.L.T double homicide titles, The First Class TV title, The QVC world title among many others. And seated on top of all of those is the NWW world title that I won in that backyard many years ago. That title right there being displayed on top of the rest shows me I haven't forgotten where I came from. All of these titles are great and all sure but I know what this business is. Yes I won all these titles but that also means I lost them all as well. Can't be the man forever in this world. That's why I am on my redemption path right now. I am going to go back to the mountain top where I belong and take MY TITLE back from John Cavanaugh. That's all down the road. I was hurt and I'm back now but need to run before I can walk. The title I am looking to gain right now is the IIW UK Title. A title I have yet to hold. I'm not overly concerned with the UK title because so far it hasn't ever been on my radar. I care about the man that holds said title. I care about beating Fred Debonair. Fred doesn't care about wrestling the way I do. I'm glad you brought up your past just a little bit Fred. It made me sit down and do a really deep dive on you. Even in the clip you showed you kicked a dude in the balls to win the not so hard title or whatever nothing title that was. Even when you are trying to prove you're awesome you show yourself cheating to win. Even you can't find a clean victory, can you? Fucking loser you are. Again I say you just don't care about wrestling like I do. You take the easy way out every chance you get because you can't cut it in a one on one match. Nothing proves that more than this clip I will show you right now. It's an old clip that I came across while doing my research on Fred. You all will also recognize another face in the video. Here we go, it's a doozy
Jonny sits down in a recliner and hits play on his remote.
The scene cuts to a FCW Conspiracy Theory 2007. A ladder from hell match. A multi man ladder cage match for their world title. John Cavanagh has fought his way to the top of the ladder and is grabbing the title before he drops it down to Fred. The bell rings and Fred is announced as champion. Cavanaugh gets down off the ladder and Fred officially joins Cavanaugh's group the Coalition.
The scene cuts to Jonny who has a shocked look on his face. He blinks wildly as his jaw drops open. He looks left and right a few times in exaggerated fashion. He holds his hand up covering his mouth with insanely wide eyes.
Jonny C - What the fuck was that Fred. You didn't even get the title and somehow still won. Oh wait did you think I wouldn't do my homework Fred? Did you think I wouldn't find out about Fearless championship wrestling? Did you think I wouldn't find out about the Coalition Fred? I mean without joining Cavs little group and him handing you the title you wouldn't have become the champion. Isn't that how you got the tag titles here Fred? The history books might say you ended Cavs massive title run but I'm here to let everyone know the truth. I am not going to let you run around thinking we don't know the truth. Look Freddy I know more than anyone how hard it is to beat Johnnie Cav. Shit as good as I am, I haven't managed to get a win over him yet. But judging by the truth and not the history books neither have you. Jesus chirst you little bitch can you do fucking anything on your own. You're a fucking leech man just sucking off people who are far better than you are. You're incapable of doing anything on your own aren't you man. How can you even call yourself a man let alone a wrestler. A true fucking joke. P.s you're the one that wanted to bring up old stuff I just dug a little deeper than you thought I would or even could. I would never in a million years be proud to be the champion if I didn't really earn it. Kind of like when you get the tag titles here. I really don't get how you think those titles mean anything for you. You didn't earn shit man you can claim those. The FCW title literally fell into your hands and you held it up all proud like you did anything. I guess you never heard "To be the man you need to beat the man." You're not the man Fred, not when you had the FCW title and most definitely not here in IIW. Needed or not you cheated to win that UK title. That angers me Fred because you're running around pretending to be a champion and you didn't do shit to actually win it. Yeah and after being handed the title by Cavanaugh how long did you hold the title Fred? Oh I know, you lost it 31 days later at the very next PPV. You weren't even able to defend the title you didn't win. Shows the type of person you are. Easy come easy go right man. History will repeat itself for you with the UK title Fred. Seems you have always been just good enough to get to the show just not good enough to stay there.
Jonny laughs to himself.
Jonny C - Freddy it wasn't all bad for you. Yeah sure you were a bitch in FCW and are most definitely a bitch here in IIW. But it would appear that in RWF you were a full on monster. You are the top guy to come out of that fed. You won more world titles than anyone there. Granted I don't know any of the other names on that roster outside of yours but I'm sure they were at least somewhat talented. Looks like you beat your own father for the world title. If that clip in the promo was true. It was very hard to follow along with so I'm just trying to piece it together. You beat your dad wow man good for you. You beat an older shiter version of yourself. Too bad you're not good enough to get the world title here so that Tyler can beat you for it. Yes I am calling you a joke and a bitch right now but it seems to me you weren't always those things. You were young and hungry in RWF Freddy what the hell happened? It looks to me that once you got that level of fame and accolade you figured fuck it my name means enough I can coast on just that. You don't seem to have that fire anymore man. Where did it go? That's the Fred I want to see. That's the Fred I'm trying to pull out of you. Maybe it's one to many chair shots, wear and tear on your body, old age, CTE, dementia. It could be any number of things really. Maybe that fire is gone for good I don't really know. What I do know is that ever since RWF you have played second fiddle to numerous people in many factions. You can no longer fight your own battles. That's fucking sad Fred. You're a has been now that's hanging on to his former glory. People like you make someone like me fucking furious. Wait I need to find out who booked RWF. That could change everything.
Jonny stands up and turns to his wall of titles. He looks back into the camera.
Jonny C - I showed you that old video of me being super young for a reason. I wanted to show you that I started at the bottom and I worked my balls off to get to this point. I worked harder than anyone I know to get everything I've ever had. Money, fame, women, a beautiful house, multiple cars, a bad ass tank. But I'm still not happy. Yes I am arguably the greatest wrestler to ever set foot in a wrestling ring and that's what I said I wanted to do. But now I need to prove that I still belong and that I can still hang with anyone that wants to stand across the ring from me. Last year I had the best title run IIW has seen in years and it still isn't enough. That fire never went out with me Fred like it did in you. I still love this business and there is nothing more that I enjoy doing than wrestling. Wrestling has been my life longer than I can remember and it will be a part of my life until the day they throw dirt on my casket. This isn't something I do because it's all I know how to do. I still love it. I feel I am at the top of my game right now. Unlike you I grow stronger with age. I've aged like a fine wine Fred you've aged like milk. That's why I don't like you Fred, that's why I think you're a joke and that's why I think you're a pathetic shell of what you used to be. You're nothing in this business anymore and there is no better proof than that than sitting behind a group of people who are far better than you are and just throwing in a "yeah" every once in a while during a promo. Funny when your butt buddy Chris Page tucks tail like a coward and ran when he couldn't win the world title from your old buddy Cav you decided to follow him and joined up with his fed. What's going to happen when you can't succeed there. But we all know who runs that place and who books the matches so you'll probably do just fine if I must say so myself. It's funny I feel like you just don't think we can all figure anything out about your past. You wanted to come in here and claim to be the legend that you once were and that's fine maybe you are but I really don't think so but maybe some do. But that's why someone like me needs to call you on your bullshit. You're not the legend you think you are, Fred. Everything I have shown you today about myself has proven the fire still Burns brighter than ever before with me. We have never really dealt with each other outside of one throw away tag match Fred but it's insanely personal because of who you are as a person.
Jonny puts his hands together to form a diamond then flips it upside down saying if you know you know.
Jonny C - When I destroyed your son Tyler it wasn't personal. Ok well maybe a bit because I ran my mouth too much but I did respect him a bit. That's wildly different with you Fred. Tyler came in here on his own and built a group around himself. He didn't join one and use them to shield his inability in the ring. I knew I didn't like you because of your actions here. Tyler came in here strong and earned everything he's ever been given in this federation. Then you come along and of course you play 2nd fiddle to him and try to make your name off of his success here. Then I beat Tyler, no I embarrassed Tyler it wasn't personal but I dug deep and did what I needed to do. How did he deal with that defeat you may ask. He got himself locked back up in that insane asylum that I paid a nice visit to. So once your little family fell apart I thought maybe this guy Fred will stand on his own two feet once again boy was I wrong. Nope you floundered around for a little while and found a new group to take you in like a wounded little bird. You joined the welcoming committee or CCPE whatever silly dumb ass name you guys want to go by. You found Page who is a legend right now in this business and has a giant following due to his Podcast and Twitter and the litany of other things that he does. So you decided I'm gonna keep my name relevant by hitching my wagon to Page's cart. Jesus man can you do anything on your own?
Jonny starts making sucking sounds followed by kissing sounds.
Jonny C - I know I've asked that question more than once now leading up to this big blow off match but it begs to be asked. I knew that I wanted to ask you that question before I did all my research. Then I threw your name in the Google machine and found your cool little Wiki page and that question grew even stronger to me. And so far there has not been a legitimate answer to it. Trust me everyone I have looked deep into Fred's history. I'm not doing what I normally do either. Everything I have shown you and said about his past is 100% true. I didn't need to change any of it up because it's almost all so embarrassing. I myself would have done everything I can do to scrub all of that from the internet but hey to each their own right. I guess he just knows who and what he is and is ok with it. I wouldn't be ok with that image of myself but once again to each their own. I'm glad I can look at myself in the mirror and see a great man looking back. Fred thinks he can do the same but he is definitely delusional.
Jonny walks away from his basement to the upstairs of his house and into his kitchen. He opens his fridge and grabs a beer. He pops the top, throws the cap into the sink and takes a sip.
Jonny - Allow me to lay this all out for you Freddy. At Explosion I am going to beat you. Say and do what you want but it's just a fact. I am going to do what I do best and out wrestle you. I will hit the F'N point and pin you in the middle of that ring showing once and for all the IIW vets are worlds better than CCPE and always will be. By doing all of that I will gain the UK Title. Not a title I particularly care about but I can guarantee you one thing right fucking now I will take that title to hights its never been before. What a kick to the nuts that would be for all the UK people. Like Bruce Springstien I was born in the U.S.A and I am proud of that. I take measurements with pizza and bald eagles. A true red white and blue American holding the UKs top prize. Nothing would make me happier than to laugh at an entire country. What I've done today here Fred is hit you with some cold hard facts about why you suck as a person. You can call me an asshole, a douche bag, a loud mouth Whatever name you choose but it's all been said before. I've refuted all of it and beaten the ever living snot out of everyone that said that about me. What I have done today is provide everyone with errefutable evidence that you are not the legend you think you are, Freddy. I sat down and I did the research. I scoured the Internet's and I got the information that I needed to show the world that you are in fact a fraud. Not that you were always a fraud or a punk but ever since you left your original fed you have done nothing but spiral into complete nothingness. You can come out here and you can try to deny anything I've said but I have fact checked everything to the best of my ability and it is all true. You know how I know it's all true because I read it on the Internet and the Internet has yet to lie to me.
Jonny takes another sip of his beer and sets it down on his marble kitchen island. He jumps up to sit on the island.
Jonny C - So you can march your happy little ass out to the ring Fred and you can go on and on about me however you want. It's not gonna get under my skin or in my head there's nothing you can do or say that will throw me off my game. I've put a bullseye squarely on your forehead and I'm coming for you Fred and there's nothing you can do to stop that. You can say whatever you want but I know I'm living in your head rent free now. You're going to go to bed thinking about me and what I've said you're gonna walk around all day thinking about me and you're gonna go to sleep at night thinking about me. I will be running through your head forever now because I live there and there is nothing you can do to get me out. I'm the best at what I do. I'm a master at my craft and all I've done here is show the world that that is 100% true. I know the show was called explosion but I feel like we're going to see more of an implosion of your career Fred. When I'm done beating you there is no coming back for you Fred I've exposed you to the world and there's nothing you can do to show any one otherwise. Well you could always beat me but everyone knows there's not a snowball's chance in hell of you doing that.
Jonny laughs ludicrously while running his hand through his hair. He takes another sip of his beer and places it down on the island. He looks up at his kitchen clock.
Jonny C - Shit I got an IIW social media takeover soon that I got to get ready for.
The scene cuts to a black Lincoln town car driving up Jonny's driveway. There is a man in a black suit driving and Jenny Fletcher in the back on her phone.
Jenny - Yeah I should be done in about an hour. I'm going to do an AMA as part of a social media take over. YES I know Ste Davis was supposed to do it but he said something came up and he asked me to do it for him. The kicker is I don't even know who it's with. AMAs are weird. I ask the questions the fans do. I don't even know what we will be talking about. It's not overly hard because I don't need to steer the conversation at all so it's not a big ask from Ste. Yeah I really don't mind at all. Ok I will call you when I finish up here. Ok talk soon.
Jenny hangs up the phone as the car comes to a stop in front of Jonnys front door. The driver gets out and opens the door so Jenny can get out. She stands up and looks at the front lawn and sees the vintage Shrek TV/VCR combo and the Red reading chair next to it. A look of horror comes over her face.
Jenny - There is only one person I know who has and is super proud of a Shrek TV and then displays it prominently on his front yard for the world to see.
Suddenly the front door of Jonny's house flies open.
Jonny C - It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me.
Jenny lowers her head and under her breathe she says "I'm going to fucking kill you Ste."
Jonny C - At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero.
Jenny - leading with Taylor Swift. You're truly one of a kind Jonny.
Jonny C - Long time no see baby girl. Jenny Fletcher in the flesh. I was wondering when we would run into each other again. I'm actually shocked it hasn't happened sooner.
Jenny - I was doing everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen.
Jenny walks up the front steps.
Jonny C - Why what did I ever do that was so bad?
Jenny - You used me to get into Osh's head to fuck with him.
Jonny C - SO
Jenny - That's not cool.
Jonny C - Look MY bad. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was a different person back then than I am now.
Jenny - You're really not.
Jonny C - No. I'm not you're right. But I do feel bad you didn't deserve that. Nothing good came from it anyway.
Jenny - Um Curtis came out of it.
Jonny C - I always forget about that no good piece of shit semon demon.
Jenny's eyes narrow and her lips tighten.
Jenny - Look here you little bitch. Don't you talk about my angel face like that. He is the sweetest, nicest boy who has ever walked this planet.
Jonny C - I'm aware that's why I hate him.
Jenny - Uhhhh. What did I ever see in you Jonny.
Jonny C - I don't know, but I know what I saw in you. YEAHHH
Jonny smiles and laughs, Jenny looks disgusted.
Jenny - Let's get this AMA over with. Where do you have it set up?
Jonny C - Follow me, my people set it all up in the Den.
Jenny follows Jonny through his house to his den where there are 2 laptops with video and audio recording equipment set up. Jonny sits down at one laptop and starts typing away silently for a few minutes.
Jenny - OK you now have control of the IIW social media pages. What you need to do is send out a tweet asking the IIW fans to ask you anything. Then I will ask you to answer the questions that come in and we will film it for the website.
Jonny C - All business look at you.
Jenny - I'm just trying to get this over with and get out of here.
Jonny C - Wow that stings but yeah makes sense.
Jonny starts typing away at the laptop in front of him.
@iiwofficial What's up Bitches it's your boy Jonny C hit me up and Ask me anything. #InFamous
Jenny - Wow ok that's definitely a Jonny C tweet. Well here we go. The cameras are rolling and we got a ton of questions rolling in already. Let's get started……..
Jenny clears her throat and takes a sip of water.
Jenny - I'm Jenny Fletcher here for Ste Davis with Jonny C doing a full AMA. We got tons of questions to ask and not too much time so let's get this going. First one is from @smartmark69
Jonny C - Nice.
Jenny - You're a child. Anyway he asks, I saw a video online of Fred saying he went to the cops after the Halloween incident at his house. Whatever came of that?
Jonny C - First off Can we address the fact that he was such a pussy about it and went to the Goddamn cops. It was a juvenile prank. He said he used to do it when he was a kid. Not that I think he ever had any fun in his life so most likely more lies. I think that was a shot at me for being childish but I was having a ton of fun so I really don't care. For real though why would he go to the cops. I bet he's the type of person that yells at kids to get off his lawn. What an old man's way to handle things. I guarantee you inside of his garage he has a box filled with Frisbee's and toys that came over the fence that he refuses to give back because it's his yard and he doesn't want kids playing on it or having fun around. Also did you all catch how he slid in there that he has a ton of houses. Yes we get it you're rich Fred. Fun fact no one fucking cares or even really believes you. People who brag about what they have in life like you do aren't happy in life. We know you're a miserable prick man. People who walk around saying they got big dicks usually have tiny ones. Basically Fred you're bragging about having a small dick. Good for you. Yes the police did come to my house and we had a long conversation about what happened but after I made a sizable donation to the police officers Union everything seemed to just go away so all Freds efforts were in vain. He can try to get me and jam me up but it will never ever work. I can promise you that I'm just too good. Also we live in America and money talks. Also one other thing I want to address right now. Fred threw out solicitation of a minor like it was nothing. How fucking dare you Fred. That change is not something to joke about like that. What I did was far from solicitation you clueless fucking chuckle head. I wasn't looking for anything from those kids at all and for you to insinuate what you did is gross. I owe a fucking beat down outside of the wrestling ring for that one. Don't you ever do something like that again. I'm a lot of things but what you tried to portray me as is not one of them. FUCK YOU FRED YOU WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT. Trash talking is one thing man but doing what you tried to do is crossing so many lines. Even I wouldn't do something like that. Not fucking cool man. Plus it didn't even work when you tried to snitch for no reason. I am untouchable Fred and the faster you realize this the better.
Jenny - I hate to but I agree with you. When I saw that video and what Fred was alleging I thought it was disgusting. That's a real problem some kids have to deal with and Fred is out here making jokes about it. I thought fred was better than that but guess I was wrong. Next question is from @sammyjo420 who says Fred is going to destroy you at Explosion and retain his title. #CCPE4life
Jonny C - Well to that I say everyone is entitled to their opinion as wrong as it might be. Opinions are like assholes, we all have them and most of them stink. This person clearly lives in their parents basement and drinks the kool aid that is spoon fed to them when Fred and his boys come out and go on and on about nothing. There is not a snowball's chance in hell that Fred can beat me at Explosion. He has a 0.0% chance of winning and that's just a fact I'm not out here lying like he does I'm out here telling you the God's honest truth. I am far greater than he will ever be or has ever been as I've stated earlier he hasn't ever earned anything in this business it's all been handed to him or stolen for him. I'm not worried about him or afraid of him in any way he can bring his top game but I guarantee to you my game is far better. I will embarrass him and strike down the first member of CCPE. I plan to take down all of CCPE one member at a time. Sure I drew the weakest link first but that's ok. I will do what I do best and strike Fred down.
Jenny - @stillrealtome asks Why do you fight so hard for IIW?
Jonny C - I have discussed this before but I will answer it one more time. The IIW is the house that Jonny C built. I've worked for this company now for almost 20 years and I will continue working for this company until the day I can no longer wrestle. This company has provided me with the life that I have and I really do enjoy my life. I've traveled the world and done what I do best in every single major arena. If you cut me I bleed IIW. This is my home and I love it here. I have done everything there is to do here and will continue to do so. Look at the roster we have right now. It's fucking scary strong. There are so many people I want to work with. This is arguably the best run the IIW has ever had. I am proud to be the face of this company. CCPE can try and tarnish the legacy of IIW but I won't allow it. They want to dismantle everything about the IIW because they are jealous. They know that deep down they can't hang with us. It may sting but it's true. Look what happened when their biggest name went after the World Title. He lost and left BECAUSE HE CAN'T HANG. I love the IIW and do what I need to do to protect it. Eminem put it best when he said this. I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the IIW world on my shoulders. I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it. Even if it means going toe to toe with a CCPE, it don't matter I never drag 'em in battles that I can't handle, 'less I absolutely have to. I'm supposed to set an example, I need to be the leader. My crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever does pop off I'm supposed to be beside 'em That CCPE shit, I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it. There's a certain line you just don't cross, and they crossed it. I heard them say IIWs name repeatedly in a promo and I just lost it. It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some ME and Jake shit.
Jenny - Oh Eminem said that did he?
Jonny C - I took some creative license but you get the point of it.
Jenny - Weirdly I do. I've been around wrestlers for far too long. Moving on @jimmywang asks how do you plan to combat the Enigma Divide at Explosion.
Jonny C - I don't. Fred won't get a chance to use it. Once that bell rings I am going off like a gunshot and bringing the heat and not letting off the gas till I win. Fred won't have the opportunity to hit his finish or even a signature move because I won't allow him to. I will control the match from bell to bell then take his title and walk away head held high barely phased. I'm not foolish, I fully understand and anticipate Fred getting some offensive maneuvers in. He has been doing this for a long time and is relatively skilled in the ring. I'll give him that what I'm trying to say is nothing he can do to me will be able to put me down. If he wants to win this match and retain his title he will have to kill me and I know for a fact he doesn't have that in him. I know he will do his best and I'm telling everyone right now Fred's best isn't that good at all. He doesn't have it in him to get to the point where he can win. He won't be able to wear me down enough to hit the Enigma Divide. He is a complete joke and everyone will see that soon.
Jenny - @thefinalcountdown asks How come you disparage the UK title as much as you do?
Jonny C - I have been a world title contender for the last 10 or so years here. I have had my sites set solely on the biggest title in the company for so long it's hard for me to envision myself holding any title that I deem lower than that. I'm not saying the UK title or the International title or the TV title don't matter at all because the competition for those titles is truly high. But the way I see things is it's the world title or bust for me at this point. When I win the UK title I am going to elevate it to heights that no one else has. I will put more eyes on that title in a matter of days than anyone else has done in years. Well not years the title switched continents. At some point last year it was the Hollywood title. Now it's the UK title so even that title doesn't respect itself but who am I to judge. I'm not disparaging the title by any means. What I'm saying is I feel I am better than that title. I don't want anyone to think I won't defend the shit out of that title though. Want it or not I will become the UK Champion at Explosion and I will make myself the greatest UK Champion of all fucking time. Poor little Fred he has been trying for so long to get that title off Crush and he finally did at Red Alert. Mayne he hasn't been trying that long. He says otherwise. I don't follow matches Im not in so maybe he only wrestled him once. Doesn't matter to me at all. He won it only to lose it to me at the very next PPV. Wow that's got to bruise the ego a bit doesn't it. That's the story of his life though always the bridesmaid never the bride. Honestly, who really wants that cry baby to be the face of the UK title? No one at all. That would make the IIW look weak. A good for nothing bitch holding one of our titles for an extended period of time. God I wouldn't want to associate with a company like that.
Jenny - @kingdomfan4life says Jonny you will fall victim to the kingdom.
Jonny C - Kingdoms never last. Unless it's the Magic Kingdom at Disney and that you are not Fred. That's the happiest place on earth and you are the saddest man on earth. You would refer to yourself as the kingdom Fred. That makes a whole lot of sense seeing as you need help from everyone else to stay in power. You make my job of trash talking you so damn easy man. I've been saying it for weeks now about you Fred. You are just confirming everything I say. I know in your head you feel that going by the kingdom makes you sound strong and regal or whatever but it does the opposite. Kingdoms and empires get overthrown and fall. Heros topple kingdoms all the time you stupid fuck. I am the hero that will topple yours and burn it to the fucking ground. I AM THE KINGDOM SLAYER.
Jenny - @meltzerlies says Fred brought up your parenting skills Jonny. What do you have to say about that?
Jonny C - Yea Curtis Well that's an
Jenny - Before you answer that Jonny remember I am his mother and he is my sweet sweet boy. Like or not you are his biological father.
Jonny C - Jenny I understand. I don't like it and yes he is my son, says the weird ass janitor here. Look, I think Curtis is a good for nothing glass half full asshole. He is talented in the ring though I will give him that. After all he has my blood running through his veins. Overall he is a semen demon that I don't respect at all. Look at his friends 4 old bags that are waiting to die and Russell fucking Wayne.
Jenny - JONNY
Curtis - Sorry. It's how I feel about Curtis Jenny but I didn't raise him. The way he is today has nothing at all to do with me. He was a grown ass adult already wrestling when I found out he was my kid. So Fred can say whatever he wants but it doesn't reflect on me poorly at all. I had an opinion formed on Curtis as a college and person well before I knew he was my kid. I didn't like him then and I don't know. Also who the fuck is Fred to talk about parenting. Where is Tyler right now Fred you had a hand in his life and raising him and he had stayed in a fucking mental institution more than once. Before you come after me for my parenting skills take a good long look in the mirror you piece of shit. No one can blame me for Curtis being the way he is but we can absolutely blame you for Tyler and how he is.
Jenny - Well I have been here for a while now. I have taken up enough of your time, well you have taken up enough of mine. I was roped into this not knowing it was with you. Questions are still rolling in and I know you will spend the day answering them all and posting whatever ridiculous things you can come up with.
Jonny C - You're damn right I will.
Jenny - Seeing as we are all done here and you need to catch a flight to the arena. Do you have any last words for Fred Jonny?
Jonny C - Last words ha ha you know me I have many. Look, I saw Fred's promo. What the fuck was that shit Fred. Was your stupid ass family not large enough as it is man. Shit you had to add your father to the mix as well. Jesus can you do anything without someone with you? Have you ever been able to tell a story on your own or do you always need someone else's help? Another fun fact Fred I don't care about your father at all. I kicked your sons ass, next I'm kicking yours and if your father was here I fucking kick his ass as well.
Jonny turns to the camera and deepens his voice.
Jonny C - Do you have a problem sleeping just watch a Fred Debonair promo it's guaranteed to have you asleep in seconds.
Jonny smiles.
Jonny C - I couldn't even follow that promo Fred it jumped all over the place. I think you traveled through time as well. It was a flashback or anything. I think you went full Christmas Carol dude. I got dizzy as fuck trying to keep up with that mind fuck. Inception has got nothing on you Fred. A few things that stood out to me. I think you made reference to my owing alimony. You stupid asshole I was never married. How the fuck would I owe a one night stand any kind of money. It's not me protecting my bad boy image or anything, it's just not something I ever had to do. That is if you meant me with alimony cause again I really couldn't follow your promo. If you meant child support I will shit on that lie right now as well. Curtis was too old for me to play anything on. So I never had to pay anything for him. I wouldn't have even if I did because I don't claim that crotch goblin as my own. You really are bitch Fred aren't you. This is a wrestling company and you're calling the cops on people and going after me for not paying alimony. WHAT DOES ANY OF THAT HAVE TO DO WITH WRESTLING. OH WAIT I know what it is you want me to get arrested and not make it to Explosion. That's it man I get it now. You are trying to use the legal system to get out of our match. If I was to get arrested then you look like the hero who wanted to fight me but I didn't show. Man that plan would have been great for a coward like you but too bad I'm like Teflon. God Fred I wouldn't have thought you would stoop that low to try and legally have me not allowed to wrestle but I guess you really are trying to duck me and our match.
Jenny - Jonny when you say it like that it does look that way. He has said or done 2 things now that would lead to your arrest. Neither has worked but he has tried. And yes you don't owe me anything for alimony cause we never ever dated and Curtis was 18 when we all found out he was your son.
Jonny C - You know I have been on Fred for weeks now about being a bitch and a joke. It was all just words to get in his head but now when I connect all the dots he really is both of those things. He tried everything he could to ensure I wouldn't make it to our match. Too bad I want to be there and wrestle him more than anything. Not just wrestle, beat the ever living shit out of. I'm not entirely sure he won't try some other scam to have me blocked from competing. I will set the record straight now. I am not in violation of the IIW wellness program at all. I am 100% cleared to wrestle. I am not being sued by anyone and I don't owe money to anyone. I have no outstanding warrants either. There you go Fred I just shit all over your next promo. Much to your chagrin Fred I will be in that ring at Explosion waiting for you. Let me tell you something. Something from the heart. I am not leaving that ring. It will take a SWAT team to remove me from that ring and maybe not even then.
Jenny - Uh, you could never withstand a SWAT team.
Jonny C - That's how devoted I am to IIW and wrestling as a whole.
Jenny - I'm just saying
Jonny C - I know. What I am trying to say to Fred is there is nothing you can do to get out of this match at Explosion. So walk your happy ass to that ring and face me. You can bring your whole family and all of CCPE or whoever is left in IIW. I will put everyone down to get to you. I'm not afraid of you Fred. You're a harmless little puppy. All bark and no bite. Since you're like a puppy I'm gonna take you out back like old yeller and put you down. You did exactly what I knew you would do. Went on and on about how my mouth writes checks my ass can't cash. You said I was arrogant, NO SHIT ASSHOLE I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU THAT. You fell into the trap that everyone facing me does. You spend time trying to figure me out and get into my head. You traveled through time, showed old clips from old feds. You added some cool cutaways and colors flying at the screen all because you need to hide behind all that shit. You know in the ring you aren't close to being on my level. Yeah sure I got some shit wrong and I am aware but it's my shit talk style man. If I say it first I control the story. You're playing catch up cause your buddy page told you it was a good idea to wait. Oh didn't think I knew that. Fred, I know Page's style and you mimic him now. You're not even your own man anymore. You are so far up that dudes ass it's not even funny. I know you're in his fed right now. He couldn't cut it here and ran like a bitch back to his own fed where he can do what he claims happened to him here. You think I'm stupid bro. Just wait till you don't get the big win there either. You will cry and cry like you always do.
Jonny runs his hand through his hair.
Jonny C - In that promo you got a lot of things about me right. When I lose I say some wild shit and spin it. We all do Fred. That's not just me but sure you can go with that. Fact of the matter is you didn't beat me. Noah lost not me. You would claim that as a win over me. Something you can hold near and dear to your heart cause one on one you don't stand a chance and you know it. What I found funny though is that you think when I beat Jake that was the only time. Man you're a dumbass. I've beaten Jake a handful of times, and 2 of those were for the IIW title. He has more wins than I do sure but I have a few. We have been fighting with each other for almost 17 years now. You really think I only won once and it was the last time. Come on guy I'm not that sad of a person. Unlike you I can take a hint but haven't had too. You can't even Google right. If you don't have the facts guy don't make the statement. What are you trying to be me? Yes I beat Jake and he retired but if you know Jake like I do there was no way he would want to lose to me in his last match ever. He has far too much pride for that. You make whatever claims you want to try and take away my glory but it makes you look weak. Fact of the matter is I was a world champion and you never were. Wait sorry never will be. You can't take that away from me regardless of how much you try. All you did in that little promo of yours was make yourself look far more stupid than I even could. You're basically making my job non existent Fred because every time you open your mouth you dig your hole a little deeper. Almost nothing you said in that little cute promo of yours aside from me being really talented and being a challenge that was accurate. You couldn't even find a clip of yourself winning a match fair and clean to show and dispute what I've been saying about you for weeks now. All I've done is come out here and call you a bitch and a complete pathetic joke and you did nothing to refute any of those claims so in my mind that's exactly what you think you are as well.
Jenny - He really didn't try to deny anything.
Jonny C - No he didn't if anything he hammered home the point that I've been trying to make. That's the main thing I've been trying to get across. Fred is a clueless pussy. Everything I have said and shown backs that up then Fred goes ahead and shows you all the same. What a punk he is. There are a lot of things I am. I'm a loud in your face asshole who says ridiculous things true or false to get a rise out of people. All of that being said I am a man who has worked for everything he has ever gotten. I have never taken the easy way out. I win fair and square every time I get into that ring. To me you can't call yourself a man if you don't. Even being who I am, kids will look up to me. They all see how hard I work and how hard I fight for what I believe in. Unlike some people who jump to a team, use them till they cant anymore then jump to a new one. Always looking for the easy way out. THAT AIN'T ME AND IT NEVER WILL BE.
Jenny - I hate to agree with you because you're a huge asshole. But you're right. I've been around the IIW for far longer than most people and I have never seen anyone work as hard as you do.
Jonny C - My goal in life was always to be the best wrestler to ever step into the ring. I am the face of professional wrestling for a fucking reason. That's exactly why I say Fred is not on my level. No one in IIW is. I AM MR MAYHEM and at Explosion I show the world I'm back in a big way baby. At Explosion last year I retired Jake E Dangerously once and for all and took the IIW world heavyweight championship. This year at Explosion I am going to end the career of Fred Debonair. Hold up can we talk about something real quick. FLY FREDDIE. Jesus Fred that's the worst wrestling name I have ever heard man. I can't believe you actually used that name and thought it was a good idea. Ha ha just when I think you can't make yourself more of a jabroni you go and show an old clip. Fred at the end of the day you are in over your head here. You and I both know it, everyone in the locker room knows it and the fans watching this know it. So after watching this show it to your boy Page and get his feelings on it ok. See what he says you should do then try and address me. I'm sure you will tell old stories again about people no one here knows. You will go on and on about how I'm delusional again. Talk about your family a bit and maybe be interviewed. Travel through time, show old clips, old pictures and merchandise pictures. Do everything you think you need to do to beat me Fred. Once that's all done you will see that even that's not enough to beat me. I am your nightmare Fred. A face you will see for the rest of your miserable life. You can't beat me Fred the sooner you come to terms with that the better. If not, you will have a bed right next to your unstable son at the asylum. We have arrived. The time for talking is done. Well for me it is. We will see you show up minutes before the show because you're a bitch who needs to sit and wait but that's fine. My time for talking is done and I am ready. I am going to hop a flight alone to the arena. I will be waiting for the moment I get to walk to that ring and beat the bricks off you Fred. You have never dealt with anything like me before and you will never again. I am a wrestling devil and it's high time you found that out. I will see you in the ring Fred.
Jenny - And there you have it. Jonny C and his many MANY thoughts on Fred Debonair. Jonny will have control of the IIW social media pages for the rest of the day so keep those questions coming he will answer as many as he can. Also make sure you turn into IIW Explosion on December 3rd at 8pm. It's sure to be a great show you won't want to miss.
Jonny and Jenny get up. Jonny goes for a hug and Jenny shakes her head, shutting it down quickly. Jonny smiles saying "Can't blame me for trying." Jenny says "Oh but I csn." Jonny walks Jenny through his house to the front door and closes it behind her after she walks out towards the black town car. He turns to the camera with a smile. "See you soon, FLY FREDDIE." Jonny laughs loudly then winks with his left eye and blows a kiss into the camera as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Devlin Knight. on Dec 1, 2022 15:05:03 GMT
Love in Tokyo.
The automatic doors at the exit of Haneda Airport, Tokyo Japan open on a brisk Wednesday afternoon and out walks the man of the hour, Fred Debonair. He’s dressed in a pair of white Nike Huarache sneakers with a purple trim, black denim jeans and a white T-Shirt with a photo of Jonny C on the front with the words “infamous” across his face. He has a pair of Oakley shades on his forehead that he slowly lowers as he rolls his suitcase along the cobbled path leading to the stretch limousine that’s parked up with the driver standing outside with a sign reading [DEBONAIR]. We flip the script a little and find ourselves looking through a lens, as Gerald comes walking up behind Fred with a phone aimed directly at him.
Fred: ”So, here I am in Tokyo, Japan and my lovely girlfriend suggested that maybe I start to “Vlog” my journey, I mean it’s not as if I care whether or not people actually watch me and I’m not exactly just starting out in the industry but hey, I’m not gonna say no to a suggestion she made!”
Gerald: ”So what exactly are we in Japan for, Fred?”
Fred: ”I’ll tell you, G! You see, Fred Debonair was invited, sponsorship and all, to take part in a tournament out here by a company known as the Japanese and International Wrestling Committee, or JIWC. All the top athletes worldwide in Wrestling will be taking part, I wasn’t about to turn it down!”
Gerald: ”So, there’s a chance that you could be facing Jonny C earlier than Explosion, within this tournament?”
Fred: ”I very much doubt that, Gerald.”
Gerald: ”Oh? Why not?”
Fred: ”Because to put it bluntly, Jonny wasn’t invited to take part.”
Gerald: ”But didn’t you just say that all the to…-“
The camera catches the smirk on Fred’s face before the driver opens the door for him and he climbs inside, followed by Gerald.
Gerald: ”Oooh! I’ve just realised what you said. That’s a good one.”
Fred grabs two glasses, from a holder inside the armrest, pulls open another small compartment with a bottle of Rémy Martin XO inside and proceeds to pour two out for both he and Gerald.
Fred: ”I used to take part in these tournaments on a regular basis, flying the twenty-four hour round trip each time between LAX and Haneda Airport. I’ve won some and I’ve lost some but one thing I will say about most of those taking part in these events here in Japan, is they’re serious about their craft. I mean, not only are they amazing athletes but they’re actually fully focused on what they do, they’re not arrogant, petulant little wads who look down on and past their opponents despite said opponents doing more for this business, than they could ever do. There was a time where I’d save for over a year to afford the travel and time here…”
Gerald: ”And now you can afford it yourself…”
Fred: ”No, now I don’t need to worry about it because if they want you here, along with the invitation you’ll be fully sponsored to take part. Everything here is comp, definitely not something certain Jonny C’s can say for themselves. And over here is the guy who is sponsoring us, his name is Takehiro Asano, say hi Takehiro!”
Gerald swerves the camera around slightly to see, sitting on another chair opposite Fred in the limo, a young looking Japanese man, dressed all in black, with short blonde hair. He’s smiling as Gerald focuses on him.
Takehiro: ”Kon'nichiwa, min'na! Minasama ogenkidesuka?? (Hi guys! How are you all doing??)”
Fred: ”We’re all good thank you, Take! Now can you tell us where we’re headed right now?”
Takehiro: ”Hai, hoteru ni nimotsu o azukemasu. Sonogo, jimoto no furōzun yōguruto shoppu de o ai shimasu!” (Yes, we’ll go to the hotel to drop off your things. Then to a local frozen yoghourt shop, for a meet and greet!)”
Fred: ”Meet and greet?? You crazy Take? I’m respected but definitely not liked by fans since I fed them truth hurts soup!”
Takehiro: ”Tabun orokana Amerika no fan! Demo, koko Nihonde wa, min'na anata o aishiteimasu! (Possibly stupid American fans! But here in Japan, everyone loves you!)”
Fred: ”Well, there’s still time for that to change. Okay, fine… Let’s get my stuff to the hotel then we’ll get some frozen yoghurt…”Fred chuckles and looks into the camera shrugging and shaking his head as Takehiro continues to smile in the background of the shot. The image begins to fizzle into white noise and then cuts off…
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…The image reopens in what can only be described as the previously mentioned frozen yoghurt shop, aptly named “Frozen Culture”. Fred is sat in a chair behind a long row of tables in a back part of the room, flanked by a few other Wrestlers who’ll no doubt be involved in the tournament this week. Takehiro comes over with a bunch of photos, for Fred to sign. He looks at them curiously and raises an eyebrow towards Takehiro.
Fred: ”Wow, Take… This is from the tag match with Tyler against Jonny and Noah right? Where the hell did you get this shot? It’s nice…”
Takehiro: ”Hai, Fureddo, sore ga shiaideshita. Korera no shotto wa, resuringu no u~ebu saito ni arimasu. (Yes Fred, that was the match. These shots are on a Wrestling website).”
Fred: ”Would have been extremely early on in the match, but what a nice catch… Kudos to you, Take my friend!”
Takehiro: ”Dōitashimashite, Fureddo. Jonī C to iu namae no iyana butazaru o kanarazu taoshite kudasai!”
Fred: ”WOAH! Takehiro buddy! I may not really like the guy but there’s no way I’m going to edit the subtitles for that into this vlog hoss!”
Takehiro looks down at the ground and imitates spitting in a follow up to the comment he just made. He gives a smirk that makes Fred laugh and shake his head as he sits down and waits for people to come into the store.
A video montage of two hours of Fred meeting with fans, signing photos and generally getting annoyed or bored with the whole thing spins through for about two minutes before Takehiro comes over and hands Fred an envelope. He opens it and pulls out just over ¥1,500,000 which equates to about $11k and then the mood changes.
Fred: ”Damn, didn’t do too badly eh?”
Gerald: ”Not bad at all that, brother… What’s that? Around two hundred and fifty people?”
Fred: ”And that’s before having to turn people away man…”
Takehiro: ”Min'na sain-iri shashin ga hoshikatta! Jonī C ga notte imasu! (Everyone wanted an autographed photo! Jonny C is in it!)”
Fred: ”Hah! Namaikina yarō! (Cheeky bastard!)”
Fred slaps Takehiro on the shoulder as they all laugh. Gerald makes his way to the counter and asks for a couple of different types of “Fro-Yo” as the scene slowly begins to slip into darkness…
Tournament me all you like…
We find ourselves the next evening, inside a small box room, Fred has just taken off his jacket and hung it up and is starting to stretch out. He almost catches Takehiro in the head, causing the guy to jump backwards.
Fred: ”Shit, sorry Take! See this is the kind of humble thing I’ve got to do when Wrestling away from home, little room you wouldn’t even find in solitary confinement and I’ve gotta get changed in here.”
Gerald: ”So Fred, Takehiro wanted to make you aware of something that you said for IIW Television last week…”
Takehiro: ”Nani?! Watashi wa? Son'na ko to iwanaide! (What?! Don’t say that!)”
Fred: ”Let me hear it…”
Takehiro takes a deep breath and slowly walks in front of Fred.
Takehiro: ”Yoshi, donaranaide… (Ok, don’t yell).”
Fred: ”Yell? What are you talking about, Take?? Just tell me whatever it is you want to tell me…”
Takehiro: ”Wakatta. Mazu, anata wa noa ga anata no yūjindearu shōn hāto no seitodatta to iimashita. Kare wa jitsuwa jonī no seitodatta. (Alright. Firstly, you said Noah was a student of your friend, Shaun Hart. He was actually Jonny’s student).”
Fred smirks and shakes his head, he wags a finger at Takehiro.
Fred: ”You’re quick Take! I assume you’re not the only one to have cottoned on to that either! But yes, I’m fully aware that Noah was Jonny’s student and not Shaun’s… However, given that Noah's in-ring prowess to date with all due respect was about as intense as a jello alligator, then you can see just how little I fear Jonathan FNC, as a trainer can’t you?? Was there anything else before I go out there, for my first match??”
Takehiro: ”Hai, jissai ni. (Yes, actually).”
The pair stand there for a while, just watching eachother until Fred raises a hand.
Fred: ”Well? I’m not sure what signal you need…?”
Takehiro: ”Wakarimashita, anata wa, jonī ga sekai taitoru o ushinau mae ni 2-kai bōei shita dakeda to shuchō shimashita… Jissai ni kare ga sore o yōgo shita toki, 5-kai. (Ok, you claimed Jonny only defended the World Title twice before losing it… When in truth he defended it five times).”
Fred: ”Man, why have you got to be such a super fan? Another good spot from you, Take! But again if I’m going to be honest, I was trying to do Jonny a favour here, I mean, it was bad enough the IIW higher-ups feeding him people like my son and Anthony Phoenix but I was trying to defend him from actually having to admit he faced people like EL LANDERSON AND BRANDON HENDRIX! I mean surely he couldn’t have even been a happy Champ knowing these were the rodents they were hanging in front of him?!? I mean I’ve heard this guy chat stories every which way from Sunday where Fred Debonair is concerned. I was only trying to give the man enough rope but you did the job he couldn’t, so kudos to you… Now, I’ve got to go out there for my first round match! Wish me luck and I’ll speak to you both after.”
Fred clasps his hands together and bows in front of Takehiro who does the same, Fred then bumps fists with Gerald and begins to make his way out through the curtain to a chorus of boos as the scene fades out…
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….Reopening three hours later, we find ourselves in a very respectable and quiet hotel bar. Sitting around one of the tables are Fred, <chrome_find class="find_in_page find_selected">Gerald</chrome_find>, Takehiro and a few others. Everyone appears to be animatedly talking amongst themselves as Fred turns towards Gerald’s camera.
Fred: ”So here I am, it’s almost eleven thirty in the evening and I’m just winding down after a first round win against Genshin Tiger… Was a very tough match but I’m still standing and ready to go in the round of sixteen on Saturday afternoon… Tomorrow I’ve got the day to chill so, as per usual I’ll be doing an interview with Wrestling Saints as well taking in the sights.”as well taking in the sights.”
Gerald: ”So, what of your opponent tonight?”
Fred: ”Oh the guy was good, had me on the back foot a few times… Nothing like Jonny C man, that guy wishes he could be Genshin Tiger brother! I mean you could probably put Jonny, Jay and Blade together and blend them in a little pot and you still wouldn’t have anywhere near the talent and experience that Genshin Tiger has…”
Gerald: ”I believe that, Fred… Especially given as all Jonny seems to want to do, is play Jackass or whatever.”
Fred: ”Yeah, this is exactly what I was saying the other night back in Spain to Michael Morrison… Is it really Jonny C? Or is it Johnny Knoxville?! I mean take for example recently when he did whatever with an old man, kidnapped him, tied him up, sodomised him I don’t even know! But it was like he was on some challenge… Get him to the Greek style, but his whole I thought it was “geriatric” Fred Debonair, the guy who was quite literally born two years before him.”
Gerald: ”Yanno I’m not sure man… He appears to have selective understanding…”
Fred: ”The guy has selective everything man. Selective memories of people, selective win/loss records, literally everything. My favourite is being selective about how anything went down. Like he’ll claim he lost a match simply because he couldn’t be bothered to be there or whatever, it’s amusing albeit frustrating.”
A member of the bar staff brings over a couple of sharing platters which include Pork Shogayaki, Wagyu beef, Gyūdon and Chicken Katsu among fish dishes and other things. They also bring over a few Saké “cups” with a porcelain bottle full of Saké as well as a bottle of twelve year old Yamazaki Whiskey and a round of glasses. Takehiro turns in the middle of Fred’s conversation as he’s thanking the staff.
Takehiro: ”Dare no hanashi o shite iru no? (Who are you talking about?)”
Fred: ”Jonny C, man…”
Takehiro: ”Ā, sono kanzen'na sashi kizu!”
Fred: ”Dude! Yet another time I’m not subtitling that, in editing!”
Fred laughs and hands Takehiro one of the Saké cups and Gerald another as he takes the third for himself. The member of staff, takes up the porcelain bottle and proceeds to fill their cups which they then clink and sip Saké together. Fred begins filling up his plate with what is on the platters and tucks in…
Fred: ”You know what I did find hilarious though? The guy talks about me having dementia and yet claims that what he did to an old man, for attention or not, was a sane thing to do…”
Gerald: ”I mean, the guy can never be serious as has been pointed out more than once. We’ll find out next that he hired the old man and cops to “do a bit” before your match.”
Takehiro: ”Prick…”
Fred just looks at Takehiro who shrugs, before Fred picks up his Saké again and all three clink and sip, once again.
Fred: ”But, that’s another thing that I’m confused about… Don’t you tend to only save these little “nuanced pieces'' for opposition you respect? A match that needs to be digested fully before you can even set foot in the ring? Not some guy who talks too much and means nothing in IIW and who you don’t respect… You don’t give it your all, against someone who’s done absolutely nothing in IIW…”
Gerald: ”I’ve not even got out of first gear, baby!”
Fred: ”Very good Jonny C impression.”
Gerald: ”Why, thank you.”
Fred: ”But at Explosion that clown isn’t even getting out of park. I don’t intend to let Jonny get a swing in, let alone take me to the mat or secure an Fn Point or C-Section on me. Oh don’t worry I’m not deluded enough to think he won’t, he’ll definitely get a jab or two in but why leave it so easy for myself? I relish in a challenge and always have done! The issue with Jonny is that he isn’t just confident, he’s arrogant and cocky and therein lies his issue… I’ve got a lot of respect for Jonny C the Wrestler but I wouldn’t piss on Jonny C the man if he was on fire and his life depended on it… However sometimes it’s difficult to differentiate the two and when neither of them look at me with any kind of notion that it may actually be one of the toughest matches of their career to date then well, that’ll be their mess to clean up when the dust settles, not my problem.”
Fred tucks into some more of the platter, as the conversation, drink and partying continue. Fred finally opens up the Yamazaki and a cheer goes up in the bar. He pours a few glasses out and everybody clinks and drinks. Fred can see a lot of movement over by the small stage they’ve got situated next to the bar as the camera swings around on him.
Gerald: ”So what is it like, being you…?”
Fred: ”Hm? What do you mean??”
Gerald: ”Being Fred Debonair, the guy who is apparently nothing in this business and yet you appear to have a target on your back everywhere you go.”
Fred: ”Oh I get it! Jonny’s been spreading his toxic bullshit again and some online sheet like Wrestle Weekly or Canvas Chaos got hold of it?”
Gerald: ”It was actually the Ring Rabble Radio Podcast on <chrome_find class="find_in_page">YouTube</chrome_find>, Spotify and other good Podcast providers!”
Gerald pulls the camera back to show himself and both he and Fred give knowing cheesy grins to the camera, with thumbs up.
Fred: ”Go on then, what quotes or soundbites have triple R got this time around from our esteemed former World Champion…? I shouldn’t care but, I’ll bite and indulge the little attention seeker.”
Gerald: ”Well allegedly you’re the least important person in anything you’ve done… Says you’re like some guy called Virgil…?”
Fred: ”He hangs puppies over highway bridges…”
Gerald: ”What?? No. I’m… Anyway he also said that you’ve never stood alone or done anything…”
Fred: ”Jonny C lures Girl Scouts into the woods and steals their cookies.”
Gerald: ”Man, you’ve gotta tell me what you’re smoking here?!”
Fred: ”I’ve been at the Panama Red but that’s neither here nor there, I just honestly figured I was taking part in a game of who can spout the biggest bullshit and have people buy it. You see, Jonny has done this a lot and as I mentioned to Michael Morrison people just buy into what he says and never actually bother to check which is why I’ve now got this agreement with Snopes and fact check dot com… Jonny can say what he likes but the truth is, I’ve only ever been part of one group; CCPE. When I first came here I was patriarch to Mercedes, Tyler, his girlfriend Steph and brother to Casie, we were a family not a faction or group of any kind and considering I ran that family and had Tyler with the inaugural International Title and Casie and Steph holding both top tier titles, in the female division I’m fairly comfortable with how that turned out…
As for me joining up with CCPE it was a no brainer, Jenny had overlooked Tyler and myself for the IIW Tag-Straps anyway and with the way my entire family were acting all crazy and shit I had to make an executive business decision, none of what I did was personal and nobody in CCPE is “the leader”, but it has left me with Gold I had enough of to give away and donate to the likes of The No-Good Bastards! I’ve taken the UK Title and actually make it mean something and I’ve got people who’d never have even thought about it a year ago or so, about to sell their souls to make sure they get a chance with it. And then to top it all off, I’ve created opportunities for people falling off the wagon to get back on and mean something to themselves, their families and the IIW Universe.”
Gerald: ”What do you mean by that, Fred??”
Fred shuffles around, so he’s looking at Gerald but directly into the camera as he pours himself another glass of Yamazaki and drinks down a good mouthful.
Fred: ”When was the last time you saw Jonny, Gerald? Or Jay Vaughn or Blade Alexander? I mean the fact of the matter is, it was long before now… They all had minor appearances in October sure but before then it was anywhere between June and September and why'd they come back? Because of CCPE, because of Fred Debonair because apparently CCPE getting Osh his company back meant very little to these clowns... Hell neither Blade nor Jay ever show up unless Osh has gone on some kind of bender or been blown up or kidnapped or had the company taken from him… Outside of that neither man gives themselves a voice here. Jonny? I’ll bite and admit he’s been a mainstay for a longer period, probably the longest period, but it still doesn’t change the fact that two months ago he was the fallen World Champion and now he’s fighting for my Kingdom, Blade is now standing on top of the mountain too with a shot at John Cavanagh and the World Title and Jay is, well Jay and the crowd are actually CHEERING them. They want to see them, rather than be bored with their arrivals and appearances.
So again if you can sit there and claim that Fred Debonair has done absolutely nothing for this company in the short space of time he’s been here when in fact he’s done more for this company since its re-emergence than most of the roster combined well you’re not paying attention, you just have a preconceived issue and aren’t thinking straight. Look at Lionel Messi, the guy's goal tally for Argentina doesn’t even sit close to the same for Barcelona, but you cannot tell me he does nothing for his country when playing… The Striker isn’t all about scoring goals. And being Fred Debonair as nice as it is, isn’t all about the titles he has worn or will wear. I help people so for that, I can say to every one of them, especially Jonny C… You're welcome!”
Fred knocks back the rest of his Yamazaki and points to the bar and what the staff are setting up beside it. He walks over to one of the staff and whispers something in his ear. Once everything is sat up we can see via Gerald’s phone lens that it’s a Karaoke machine, Fred has been handed a microphone and the staff member in charge speaks into his own.
Staff: ”Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Hotel Karaoke. First up… Fureddo Debonea!”
The beat of the hip-hop track cues up and is instantly recognised as the hotel patrons clap and cheer and Fred holds the mic up with a smirk, not even looking at the lyrics screen behind him.
Fred: ”You better watch who you talkin' 'bout runnin' your mouth, like you know me… You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me" Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was hands… Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants…-“
Fred continues to slap (metaphorically) hard on the mic, as the vlog slowly begins to come to a close for the night and we dissipate into the darkness…
Round 2… Fight!
The bird song is heavy in the head as Fred Debonair’s hotel room door opens and we see him standing there in his Nike Huarache with the purple trim and a pair of black jeans, but no top… He waves the camera in, obviously being held by Gerald and shuts the door behind them. He walks to the window and spreads his arms, looking out at the Tokyo skyline.
Fred: ”Morning folks, look at that beautiful sight out there… We’ll be going out there very soon once I’ve had my coffee and got myself prepared. Last night was wild, even wilder after you left us though!”
Gerald: ”So what’s your gameplan today, Fred??”
Fred: ”Well, I’m gonna take in some sights and then I’ve got an interview with Wrestlesaints dot jp, which will probably take place at the Ueno Zoo, but first I need some breakfast, you coming??”
Gerald: ”You ain’t gotta ask me twice, you know this!”
Fred grabs his black “Kingdom” tee-shirt and chucks it on, styling his hair before walking out of the door… The two men make their way down for breakfast as a small break in the video occurs with some creative “wave” effects. Fred is now sitting in the hotel canteen and is eating a huge typical breakfast of fried eggs, streaky bacon, pancakes and hash browns. He looks up as he’s eating and spots a man with his daughter who looks to be around eleven, just sitting there across from him. Fred picks up a napkin, dabs his mouth and smiles.
Fred: ”Hi. Can I help you?”
Girl: ”Yeah… You suck!”
Fred: ”I’m sorry, what??”
Girl: ”I said, you su…-“
Man: ”Mister Debonair, I’m so sorry! My daughter is a big follower of IIW and a huge Jonny C fan…”
Fred: ”Oh really? Yeah? Since when??”
Girl: ”Since like… Forever!”
Fred looks at the girl's dad and pulls a face.
Fred: ”Since he came back recently to show up against CCPE right?”
Man: ”Pretty much yeah…”
Girl: ”No! Way longer! Like, since he found out that Curtis was his real son and…-“
Fred: ”And basically didn’t give a crap?! Refused to pay alimony to Curtis’ mom and is essentially showed himself up to be an absolute deadbeat as if it’s some kind of fad?! Man, you need to raise your daughter right! Looking up to somebody like that”
Fred turns back towards the camera as the dad looks flabbergasted but chides his daughter quietly in the background.
Fred: ”You see? This is exactly what I was talking about last night, brother! This is the kind of thing Fred Debonair has made happen… Kids and parents alike are now CHEERING for Jonny C! They’re now ROOTING for Jonny C! This is because of me whichever way you slice it and I don’t care if Jonny makes some outlandish bullshit comment that he doesn’t want to be cheered or liked, because it’s outlandish and bullshit. That guy is begging for validation week in and week out! He talks about how he made this company what it is? Well that’s nothing to brag about, it’s the entire reason I walk through those doors every couple of weeks, to SAVE IIW from what it has slowly become… But again, of course, I’ve done nothing since arriving…”
Fred finishes what’s left on his plate, smacks back the cup of coffee that was accompanying it, wipes his mouth again and throws his napkin on the plate. He shoots the girl and her dad a scowl, before standing and walking out of the hotel's canteen, as we slowly fade out…
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…The weather has begun to take a little turn as the picture comes into focus and there is a small montage along with music, of Fred walking around the Ueno Zoo with Gerald and of course, Takehiro. The picture show includes footage of Fred at the Elephant Forest and Bear Hill, it then cuts to him at the Polar Bear and Seal ocean enclosure before the music slowly fades to see Fred sat around the Rhino’s. Sat next to him is Takehiro, along with another Japanese man, about the same age (mid 20’s).
Takehiro: ”Fureddo, resuruseintsu no Yoshida hikaridesu. Kare wa kono intabyū o suru koto o hijō ni kenkyo ni shite imasu. (Fred, this is Hikari Yoshida of Wrestle Saints. He's very humbled to be doing this interview).”
Fred: ”Konbanwa, Hikaridesu. Kono intabyū o onegai shite yokattadesu. (Good afternoon, Hikari. I am pleased you have asked to do this interview).”
Hikari: ”Very good Japanese, Fred. But I speak perfect English as I studied at the University of Notre Dame…”
Fred raises an eyebrow and looks around at Takehiro.
Fred: ”You said I’d need to be on my game speaking Japanese or he wouldn’t understand me?!?”
Takehiro shrugs as Hikari laughs and shakes his head. Fred turns and pushes Takehiro into a nearby fountain and everybody laughs, before the camera shuts off and reopens with just Fred and Hikari in the picture, a digital voice recorder sits between the two men….
Hikari: ”Well here I am getting to sit down with the IIW UK Champion, also a former IIW Tag Champion and holder of plenty of titles previously, all of which will be noted at the end of this article. Fred, first of all I’d like to thank you so much for sitting down with me today.”
Fred: ”Absolutely no problem, Hikari. Your website, WrestleSaints has always been fair about Fred Debonair and didn’t flip-flop regardless of where I stood on the scale, so I’ve always got time for you guys over at WSJP.”
Hikari: ”Well thank you Fred I know we all appreciate that coming from such an old school veteran in the business such as yourself! I’ve got to ask with such a big defence coming up in IIW what has made you choose to sign up to the JIWC tournament?”
Fred: ”Well the words are appreciated, although it does make me wonder what it is you want. But no, on a serious level Hikari, I’ve wrestled pretty much everywhere in the world, including Japan and you guys do it right every time, so when I was asked to come over again I couldn’t say no, especially when it was all paid for.“
Hikari: ”That’s a very valid point Fred, nobody is going to turn that down… So you got through Genshin Tiger in the first round and found out about an hour ago that your second round opponent is going to be the current APJ, that’s All-Pro Japan, Continental Champ, “The Great Kubo” Kubota Masahiko, your thoughts?”
Fred: ”Well, Kubota isn’t holding the Continental Champion due to charity. I’ve watched him a lot on my time away from the ring as I’ve got a vested interest in APJ and when I saw he was the next bracket I was very excited!“
Hikari: ”It’s great to see so many big names in this tournament Fred, but the one guy who wasn’t invited to take part of course was Jonny C. But you travel straight to Barcelona, Spain after this tournament in order to defend your UK belt against him, that’s one gruelling schedule.“
Fred: ”Oh it definitely is, I think once I’m done here, I’ll take the twelve hour flight to Spain but I think I’ll have a day or so before the Pay-Per-View and my defence. But I’m going into IIW Explosion with no excuses, can’t say the same for my opponent though…“
Hikari: ”Yes, I was going to mention Jonny next. As I’m sure you’re aware he’s been saying a lot about you and the match lately…-“
Fred: ”Remember where I am, Hikari. I never let things take focus away from what I’m working on right there and then… Right now the JIWC Tournament Championship is what I’m paying attention to, so pretend like I’ve heard nothing… Because I haven’t.“
Hikari: ”Ok Fred, well… I think most recently the IIW Universe has heard Jonny C talkin about you not being able to cut your own promos or not being able to be on your own, bragging that he does everything without backup…-“
Gerald moves the camera angle a little to show not just Hikari now, but Fred too and it catches him yawning. He suddenly realises he’s being watched and stops, looking sheepish.
Fred: ”Sorry man, I promise that wasn’t to do with you, you’d definitely have known if it was. No, I’m yawning because this stuff from Jonny C is boring the hell out of me! The C in Jonny C should stand for Copy and Paste. The guy is so damn repetitive! He said this exact same shit when I faced him in a tag match, hell he even said the same stuff about me, when I wasn’t even facing him, he was in a match against Tyler! I may actually take Jonny more seriously if he brought new material to the table… Also, that being said, the reason he does it all on his own, the reason he has no “crew” behind him, is because he’s a loner! Jonny no-mates! He does it on his own because he HAS TO do it on his own and that eats him alive and makes him so bitter…
It’s funny because when I have run solo, which anyone with any intelligence knows has been the majority of my career, it’s because I’ve chosen to be. The times I've been part of a group is because again, I’ve chosen to be… My entire career, I’ve run on my own but family usually imparts wisdom. The Unholy Alliance, BEST, Young Breed to name a few prior to CCPE was always a group of like-minded friends grouping up to show the world of Wrestling how it’s done, that or we brought in people we knew had potential in order to bring them through the ranks… Again, completely nullifying Jonny’s false accusations that Fred Debonair has done nothing…”
Hikari: ”So once you leave Japan and head back for the IIW PPV, what next on Fred Debonair’s agenda?”“
Fred: ”Once I leave Japan as the JIWC Champion, leave Spain retaining the IIW UK Title, it’s about dealing with one group of empty headed numbskulls and then bouncing back and dealing with another group of empty headed numbskulls… Man, Hikari let me tell you the world of Wrestling is definitely full of empty headed numbskulls especially since I’ve been back… Jay Vaughn, Jonny C and Blade Alexander the latest… Vaughn got his notice posted last Mayhem, Jonny will get his next at Explosion and maybe if Blade’s a lucky boy he may be on the receiving end of the Enigma Divide or even feel a little God Complex. But until that time comes I’m focused on the here and now and I’m fully focused on The Kingdom.”
Hikari: ”Alright Fred, well thank you very much I’m pretty sure I’ve got enough for the article. If we need to touch up on it, I’ll give you a call.
Fred: ”Alright sounds good. I’m sure you’ll be at the JIWC second round matches tomorrow though so catch you around… Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some animals to feed!“
Fred and Hikari shake hands, then Hikari, Fred and Takehiro all bow to one another and Fred and his sponsor head off towards the penguin enclosure as the scene slowly changes with those cool as shit effects again.
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…As we fade back in, a little rain has begun to fall around the Penguins as we see Fred perched on one of the faux icebergs, whilst just behind him, Takehiro is talking to a penguin, whilst stroking it and sporadically feeding it and his friends fish, from a bucket. Gerald turns the camera toward himself and gives a big smirk, touching up his afro before a hiss from Fred causes him to look up, kiss his teeth and turn the camera back around.
Fred: ”You know, I’ve been in this business for a very long time, I could say twenty five years but there was a timeframe during that period where, although I was still training up and comers in the business I wasn’t actively in the ring. But during my time I’ve seen them come and I’ve seen them go, I’ve seen them rise and I’ve seen them fall. I've been there, done that and got the tee-shirt! I’ve not only made a name for myself in this industry but I’ve made sure to make the names of others, along with me… There’s only three men who’ve had the right to feel as cocky as they like, to talk as if they’re untouchable and infallible, but there’s a few facts about those guys you may not know…
The first fact is that despite their feelings of overconfidence and arrogance and despite how good they actually are, Fred Debonair has beaten them all, without exception. The second fact is, that despite Fred Debonair beating them all, they have all earned the right to be as cocky and confident as they were and would most certainly back up the shit they were talking and finally, the last fact about those three men? Not a single one of them was Jonny C! But you see boys and girls, moms and dads, Jonny C isn’t overconfident… He isn’t cocky or arrogant, no… Jonny C is overcompensating. All that shit he talks? All that bravado? It’s a mask, a mask that covers his inadequacies in the hopes that nobody else will see the truth behind those eyes… The funniest people are often the saddest, isn’t that the line? The mask is slipping Jonny, just know that, I mean you must already know it, right? You’re easier to read than a Spot the Dog book, brother…
Your entire focal point is comedy, Jonny because it makes up for something else, not sure what though?? I mean it can’t be your talent son because I know how much of a spectacular athlete and talented wrestler you are, so what is it discussing, Jonny? Just the simple fact that you don’t know me as well as you like to think? The fact that you, Fred Debonair, is an enigma? Because just by your rants, I can tell you haven’t got a clue about me STILL Jonny and I’ve been here a long time now… I mean the fact you continually spout this nonsense about me being in ten trillion and sixty three, stables, just goes to show how out of touch you are Jonny…”
Fred slowly ponders along, picking up a fish bucket, taking one out and tossing it into the water for the Penguins. He hears some chatter behind him and notices that Takehiro has taken up the mantle.
Takehiro: ”Jonī-san, uso no kiwami no Kimo i butamonkīdesu! Anata wa Urufu o yonda butadeari, sonkeiniataisuru mono wa hotondo arimasen! Anata wa ōkoku no ashimoto ni yokotawarudeshou!-“
Fred rushes over to Takehiro, laughing and tapping him on the shoulder leading him away and talking to him in Japanese…
Fred: ”It’s okay Take, I’ve got this! Appreciate the assistance though… You see, Jonny you can sit there all you like and tell me that people laugh at me and consider me a joke but, until I made it happen not many people, if any at all, liked you much either… And I’d be so grateful if you could pinpoint anyone outside of you, Blade and Jay who’s laughing on the other side of his face right now… Who is laughing at me or calling me a joke because I’d love to be able to cross those people off of my Christmas card list this year… And in case it has to be explained to you, that was sarcasm because I honestly couldn’t give two shits in a blackberry bush who likes me or dislikes me in the company or anywhere else. I really couldn’t fathom what you telling me any of this is going to achieve, Jonny? Is it in order to play with my mind? Do you think I’m going to sit there and ask myself does this person like me? Does that person? Well I’m sorry to disappoint you hoss but I don’t need validation… The only one seeking approval here is you.
This affinity with masking your volatile diatribe with humour is pretty sad, Jonny… You attempt to ridicule whilst going on some toxic verbal spree and coming off as one hell of a poisonous commodity, no wonder nobody wants to be near you, Jonny. Your ex, your son, your son's ex or your ex’s son! Former partners, current associates it doesn’t matter… You want to throw around the phrase common denominator Jonny well there you have the prime example of one and a realistic one at that! You also used the saying bad shit happens when you try to do good deeds. The issue is Jonny, if we remove all the lies that have passed those lips of yours you’ve never done a good deed in your life. No, I prefer the term the road to hell is paved with good intentions and I should know because I’ve been there and back more than once… I am a true example of doing good things gets you nowhere and yet here I am, still doing good things and keeping your shot to shit ass relevant! I wonder what you’d have been doing at Explosion if I’d not accepted this match Jonny? Because I know if I hadn’t been the UK Champ right now, I’D have been Shaun Hart’s choice, not Crush, to take the IIW World Title from John Cavanagh‘s hands…
So, so predictable Jonny… In saying you know what I’m going to do you’ve literally repeated yourself almost word for word from the last two or three times you’ve spoken about or to me. So we’ve got the whole not being able to do it alone shit, now the “we know you’re going to wait because it’s what you do” rhetoric and this Jonny, this is what YOU do… You’ve spoken about me being “afraid” to do my job, Jonny? My job is to step into that ring and make sure I’m the man standing with his hand raised when the official counts to three… This right here? It’s not my job, I do this by choice I do this to make people like you aware of what’s coming when we do finally step into the ring. You were whinging about me taking so long to talk, Jonny… I love to keep you waiting hoss, I love to annoy you and it works every single time.. But on top of that Jonny, it just goes back to me actually having friends, having things to do outside of preparing for you. Take now for example, I’m currently in a zoo in Japan during downtime between two rounds of a tournament I’m taking part in but hey! Here I am hoss, still making time for your whiny ass…”
Fred takes the fish bucket and chucks another handful of them into the water, watching the Penguins feed. He smirks and stifles a laugh as he watches Takehiro almost slipping into the water, before he washes and dries his hands at a wash station and then the two of them leave the enclosure along with Gerald and begin making their way towards the Pandas.
Fred: ”You know Jonny, when I first walked into the doors of IIW, while Tyler although had become the International Champion, was indeed stinking up the place, there were three men on that roster that I thought stood out and all for very different reasons and you were one of them. But the more the year has gone on the more I’m realising you’re just an opportunist, Jonny and nothing more… Sure you’re good at what you do, but you’re good where? In the place you’ve been at for two decades, in your comfort zone and you claim that because someone in a year, hasn’t gotten to the level in one company you’ve gotten to in twenty then, they’re no good? Delusions of Grandeur just seep out of your pores, hoss… You perhaps need to step out of that particular bubble you’ve set yourself in man, the world is different out here.
You know, I was waiting for it and Jonny you did not disappoint one iota. You have stated more than once prior to now and, just like a broken record, have done so again… That Fred Debonair hasn’t met somebody like you before? Please loosen those blinkers JC, people like you my friend are what is known as “a dime a dozen” now for your uneducated self I’ll explain that this means something that is very common and of no particular value. I’ve seen people like you sweep the boards of Wrestling companies and then disappear just as quickly into the ether… The only difference with you Jonny boy is that you’re quite clearly part of the furniture now in IIW and either you’re too scared to see the outside world or you're being paid so much, it wouldn’t be worth your time to challenge yourself under a new roof! I must have irked you something fierce along the way Jonny given as you want to end my career that badly, seeing as you’re unsure how Fred Debonair has lasted this long in the world of Wrestling. Brother I’m a multi-time multi-title holding Champion in more than one promotion, you want to know how I did that? Want to know if I’m ready?! Stick around hoss because it’s fuck around - find out time…”
Fred stops and sits just outside a glass window, where a Panda is playing with a beach ball in the enclosure behind him. He makes a soft pout and touches his chest with a clenched fist.
Fred: ”Listen, Jonny… Hand on heart I cannot work out if you genuinely believe half the shit you say about me or you’ve been extremely ill advised by a member of your PR and Marketing staff… But I’m going to assume the latter, as it’s always the same three to four things you spout, son… Fred is scared, Fred is boring, Fred doesn’t do anything, Fred can’t do anything alone… Hey Jonny here’s another one brother. Fred is going to decimate you at Explosion and make you realise that all those jokes, puns and quips you’ve been storing away for this day have been in vain. Let me once again educate you, on numbers Jonny because your business acumen is awful. Stocks ROSE exponentially when CCPE began opening - and closing - Mayhem. People were tuning in, in droves and whether that’s because they wanted to see me, Page, Bam, J Mont or Shaun OR just to see us fail makes absolutely no difference, they were tuning in! And here is a small factoid for you as well, hoss… We were opening - and closing - Mayhem, whether you liked it or not, whether it made you physically sick or wanting to hang yourself watching it… WE were doing that and you? Were not.
It’s hilarious Jonny, that you come out with this whole spiel you've no doubt been sat in your bedroom practising in front of a mirror about how I “followed” Chris Page, again you’re misinformed… CCPE isn’t a stable, run by one person, Jonny, it isn’t a group who get told what to do… CCPE is a business enterprise, it is a place where like minded associates come together but may not always see eye to eye… Such as myself and a couple of guys by the names of Mac Bane and Holden Ross but that’s for another time. The point I’m making here hoss, is that every single preconceived notion you’ve ever had about Fred Debonair, about CCPE, about all of it… Is wrong. But of course that won’t matter with you, will it Jonny? Because of course if it doesn’t fit your narrative that you can spin to the IIW Universe then it doesn’t exist and didn’t happen… And oh the HYPOCRISY, Jonny! The pietism that emanates from you! You’ve stood there in your beguile and spoken about how you can walk in by yourself and do this alone whereas I need to surround myself with people, when Jonny since you’ve been back I’ve only EVER seen you alongside Jay and Blade. But it’s okay brother because like you’ve said, at explosion it will only be you - and me. No Blade or Jay, no J Mont, Bam or Shaun… One on one.”
Takehiro slides up beside Fred and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Takehiro: ”Kare ga beruto o hoshikunai to itta koto o omoidashite kudasai! (Remember he said he didn't want the belt!)”
Fred: ”You’re right, Take, he did say that, didn’t he?? I called that too, man didn’t I call that?! Jonny I knew instantaneously that you would make it known that this wasn’t about the UK Belt, a Championship that I’ve elevated from the moment I took it from Crush, a belt everybody wants INCLUDING you… But that’s okay, you can save face and pretend you don’t want it all you like hoss! Because you won’t be getting it, that’s for sure… I mean soon enough you’d have probably stated that you don’t even care if you win or lose the match, how it’s just about beating me, pummelling me and making an example out of me right? Of course it is… Got to cover them bases don’t you Jonny?
You know though I’m genuinely concerned about your health man, mental more than physical because I’m honestly confused at what CCPE have supposedly done negatively in IIW? You don’t like the way Page walked? That’s your issue my friend but that’s happened and it’s been done with, I’ve seen others do the same thing in the year or so I’ve been here… shit happens. But since CCPE got here they beat your son and Russell Wayne for the IIW Tag belts, beat me and Tyler in a defence and then I completed a business transaction whereby I joined CCPE, became one half of the IIW Tag-Champs, destroyed Crush for the IIW UK Title… J Mont joined the company and won the IIW International Title on his debut, Bam and Shaun have been here from day one so… What? What is it that CCPE has done SO negatively, that’s got you so scared you feel the need to remove me from my job?
“Your name is laughable at best Fred, my name strikes fear into people” blah blah blah, oh my God, Jonny do you ever shut up?!?! Who is it exactly you are trying to convince man? Me or yourself?? So you like to think of yourself as some badass, right? You like to think people are scared of you, that Fred Debonair is scared of you?! Okay Jonny I’ll let you have that dose of illusion and set yourself up for failure when we meet in Barcelona on Sunday! You contradict yourself Jonny as you’ve stated yourself that you’re aware of exactly the kind of reaction I’ve elicited in my career so to make bold claims that my name is laughable now, is the joke here. What’s even funnier Jonny is the fact you actually believe that IF you were to beat me, I’d disappear. You can’t destroy a Kingdom that’s built on this, man… It just cannot be done and if by some unfathomable miracle, you are able to beat me at IIW Explosion… The Kingdom will remain and, all you’re going to be left with is that “bit of metal”, you really don’t want…”
Fred thanks the Zoo keepers at the Panda enclosure and he begins to head for the exit, with Gerald and Takehiro. A few wrestling fans stop him and ask for photos and autographs… He pulls his cellphone out to read a few messages.
Fred: ”It baffles me so much, how one man can openly lie with every word he speaks and actually believes those words that are coming out of his mouth… Have you ever thought of running for office, Jonny? Perhaps Governor of Milford, Connecticut?? I’ve been hearing that you’re running around telling people that Fred Debonair has never worked for anything… How he’s always taken the easy way out… Strong accusations which again show you haven’t got the first clue about me, Jonny. I grew up in Foster care for a man who had me doing work you couldn’t stomach if your life depended on it hoss, I literally went against the family, not my family but THE family, to become a Professional Wrestler and I went above and beyond from the age of sixteen to do this job, so you’d better get your mind right son, or those inaccurate and quite slanderous statements are going to land your ass in hot water.
And let’s get one thing right, Jonny eh? You didn’t do shit with Tyler or any of my family. I’M the one who sent him and Mercedes packing back to Resnick! I’M the one who sent Casie and Steph off to parts unknown… Because The Lord giveth and The Lord taketh away! If you want to take credit for something that you played no part in, so be it, it just reflects on you even more down the line… As for Crush, I had him beat everybody knows this, I kicked him in the nuts because he’s a moron and deserved it, it really is as simple as that. The match was over. That was just a little additional bonus on my part… You also may wanna stop dabbling in illegal substances too hoss, not all of us can partake and be static, why on Earth would I not want to explain to anybody why I lost to Crush “again” after my first match against him? That makes zero sense… And this entire discussion is pointless when you forget how many times you’ve won matches in a not so clean fashion… I won that title AND I won the Tag-titles, I secured the winning pin against Tyler, the freebird rule had zero to do with me, I was one of the original holders…
I find it very weird that you would “give everything” for a company that quite frankly doesn’t give a shit about you, Jonny but so be it. Shaun isn’t your friend and Osh wherever he is, hell, Purgatory or Delaware, most certainly isn’t your friend! Hell he isn’t even friends with his own nephew, you boys serve a purpose and that’s pretty much the name of the game… I mean what IS happening here, Jonny? What is going on with you? Why does it feel like suddenly you’ve become the little guy who’ll buy into every line fed to him like it’s a tasty little bit of beef whilst I’m the one talking facts, telling it like it is and not allowing the bullshit to rub together and stick…? You claim to be the greatest World Champion this fed has seen and yet your last reign was handed to you regardless of what you state. And trust me when I say the only reason you are or may be “the greatest” is because that belt hasn’t found my waist yet! And insanely you want to talk about my win/loss record are you honestly that obsessed, Jonny? You talk about a record which has me on par with your losses, yet less wins because I’ve been here less time than you son… But that same tally also has you at absolutely no tag matches let alone any won or lost and yet we both know I took you and Noah out hoss… I’ve been a failure having had thirteen matches here, winning 9 and losing 4? Let’s see where I’m standing after seventeen matches then, eh? And Jonny please get some new content brother or you’re about to turn as stale as that streak you claim…”
Fred drops some coins into the charity box and walks through the exit gates, heading towards the rental car, that Takehiro had hired for them as the scene begins to black out slowly…
The end of the beginning…
The video cuts into Fred stretching in another small locker room. He jumps up and down, does squats and just generally warms up. Outside in the stadium you can hear the ring announcer calling out for “The Great Kubo” Kubota Masahiko, who makes his way to the ring. There is a small cut segment of the match which ends in Fred winning… The scene then cuts into a small montage of Fred having another two matches and winning those. We cut back to Fred standing in the Gorilla, sorting his hair out and getting the IIW UK title comfortable over his shoulder. He looks over at Takehiro who’s trying to get his attention.
Takehiro: ”Kochiradesu, Fureddo-san. Kesshō shinshutsu o kimeta anata wa,`reddodoragon' koto Nishimoto Tatsuya to taisen shinakereba narimasen. Kōun o. (This is it, Fred-san. You're now in the finals, but now you must face "The Red Dragon" Nishimoto Tatsuya. Good luck).”
Fred: ”Thanks man, the finals already huh?! And no, I know that Tatsuya won’t be an easy opponent by any stretch! But I’m ready to take it on the chin but I’ll accept nothing less than success here! And you know what I just noticed yesterday… I’ve not come across the token westerner who is usually in these things destroying everybody, I wonder why that is… Oh, wait. I know!”
Fred looks back at the camera with a smirk and a small wink, before his music hits and he begins to make his way toward the ring. He slides in and plays to the crowd. The bell rings and the footage fades out and then back in again with the match almost coming to a close… Fred is wavering on the ropes and Nishimoto Tatsuya has just countered him with a lariat. Tatsuya climbs the ropes as Fred begins to stand and as Tatsuya jumps off the ropes, Fred catches him around the head and shoulders, delivering a thunderous Double-Knee Facebreaker!
Commentator 1: ”Nantekotta, shinjirarenai! ! Fureddo Debonea to mu kara no eniguma dibaido! (Oh my God, I don't believe it!! Fred Debonair with the Enigma Divide from nothing!)”
Commentator 2: ”Sore wa ima sore o shinakereba narimasen! (That has to do it now!)”
Fred rolls onto Tatsuya and the referee makes the three count! Fred has done it! He has gone through the entire tournament to become the JIWC Champion!! Both men are completely exhausted and as Nishimoto Tatsuya rolls out of the ring, Fred is on his knees as Tatsuya walks around to the announcers table and picks up the JIWC belt. He climbs into the ring, helping Fred to his feet and applauding him, raising his arm. He bows to Fred who bows back and walks behind him, strapping the belt around his waist. One of the tournament organisers comes into the ring with a microphone as Fred shakes Tatsuya’s hand and the man leaves…
Organiser: ”Wa o! Sono koto ni tsuite nani? ! Fureddo Debonea, anata ga atarashī JIWC chanpiondesu! Omedetō! Korekara dō suru?? (Wow! What about that?! Fred Debonair, you are the new JIWC Champion! Congratulations! What will you go on to do now??)”
Fred: ”Arigatō, arigatō! JIWC tōnamento ni sanka dekita koto wa kōeideari, yūshō dekita koto wa ōkina yorokobidesu. (Thank you, thank you guys! It's been an honour to take part in the JIWC Tournament and a huge thing to win it... What am I going on to do now?)…
Now, I’m going to head back to my hotel and get a much deserved rest! Tomorrow morning I head back to Haneda airport and catch a twelve hour flight all the way to Barcelona, in Spain… From there I will walk into the Spotify Camp-Nou Stadium where I’ll go head to head with a man who had the biggest superiority complex I have ever witnessed in my life, a man who can’t accept that sometimes there are people out there better than him, who do more in life than him… Are bigger than him! Jonny C, a man so jealous of the reign Fred Debonair has had over the world of Wrestling for the last quarter of a decade, he feels he has to try and one up him, feels he has to have a better story. You know, Jonny C is that guy in work that, if you start telling people you had a date who peed herself a tiny bit the first time youse met, his would shit with the bathroom door open! Because that’s just the kind of guy, Jonny is!
You know, before I came out here to the Stadium tonight, I had the television on in my hotel room and I kind of had it on in the background because I was busy showering or, I dunno doing something more productive and I honestly thought I was watching some Lifetime sob story, but no! No, I had on some channel that’s been showing the IIW broadcasts all week and they were showing something from Jonny C… And in this interview, PR tape, drawstring video, whatever it was… He was banging on about the house he was living in and what he’d done to afford it, it really baffled me because I couldn’t help but feel for some reason he was subtly directing that at me which, didn’t make sense to be honest, why would I give a shit about all that?! Then he’s throwing around belts like Fred Debonair hasn’t been longest reigning Champ pretty much everywhere he’s been? Yet Jonny finds it necessary to flaunt the CULT Homicide belts that he won thanks to being carried by another Johnny, Johnny B! Titles they lost less than a month later to a group calling themselves… Three Ring Barney. See Jonny? I do actual research.”
Fred paces the ring as the crowd gives a mixed reaction, fandom in Japan is generally like this. The match official has now handed Fred his IIW UK Championship, which he flicks onto his shoulder to join the JIWC Title around his waist… He looks between both belts as he holds the microphone up again.
Fred: ”But let me ask you something, Jonny…? What the hell does a belt you purchased from the shopping channel have to do with any of this? I mean, I could sit here for hours and shoot the shit about titles held in the past, but what have you got NOW?! I gave up the IIW Tag belts and am currently holding the JIWC Championship and the IIW UK belt and there’s no doubt in my mind more will come but this is a current situation Jonny, we aren’t here to daydream about days gone by. I spoke about this bubble you’re in brother and every single time you’ve opened your mouth the more you’ve proved me correct… You have something wrong with you, Jonny and I really hope you get it sorted soon. I mean it’s like you say something and just expect it to be bought?? You spoke of the Hard-To-The-Core title, one of the most brutal belts in the RWF catalogue and you whinged that I apparently “cheated” in a Hardcore match, a match where anything including weapons goes, to win the belt? Well, barring the fact that a kick to the nuts would have been more than legal, no clip you speak of exists…
What you may have been thinking of, was a tape where I was sneak attacked by my own father, who wasn’t even part of the RWF at the time, yet had made some agreement with the corrupt CEO of the company to challenge me… He attacked me with a microphone, after I’d just fought twenty minutes… I stomped his nuts a few times, and? Brother if you can genuinely say you’ve never gone below the belt at least once let alone in an unsanctioned, ambush of a match? Then I’m gonna show you a liar… You spoke of the World Title Match at FcW Conspiracy Theory, when I first arrived at the company… What have you been doing hoss? Speaking to Cav? Watching clips on <chrome_find class="find_in_page">YouTube</chrome_find>? Learn the rules of the match and then understand it was a legitimate victory despite being a very well organised ruse between John and myself…
But here’s the thing, Jonny… Nobody actually cares about these things you’re crying about! Nobody actually sits there and thinks oh em gee, Fred Debonair didn’t grab the belt himself at Conspiracy Theory FIFTEEN YEARS AGO… Oh by the way you asked if I thought you wouldn’t find out about FcW? Man I’m a world renowned Wrestling Superstar, everybody knows the promotions I’ve been contracted to, not to mention Cav and I have discussed it a few times… Oh and by the way, that wasn’t the match in which Fred Debonair ended John Cavanagh’s undefeated streak man… And you’ve also missed some history buddy because I defended that belt a few times before losing it, at “The Crown” to Jess Amazing and for someone who’s such a stickler for poor World Title victories, it’s odd that your brilliant research didn’t catch my foot on the ropes before the three count eh? As I said, proper research is the best research. You actually sound like a bitter, petty little bitch Jonny, you really, really do… Have I truly broken you this much?”
Fred laughs and shakes his head, he puts his head in his hand, trying to cover his laughter but can’t seem to. He shuffles the IIW UK belt to the other shoulder.
Fred: ”Nobody is sitting there saying to their friends Jeeze Louise! Do you all remember when Fred Debonair stomped his abusive father in the nuts?! I mean hell Jonny, nobody is even talking about when you and Noah lost to me and Tyler or when you Russell Wayne beat you to take the IIW World Title from you… Nobody is talking about when you lost the Double Homicide belts to Three Ring Circus; I’m sorry Barney… What these people care about Jonny is what happens at Explosion between us, what they care about is how you’re going to try and beat me for the IIW UK Title… Try and fail! What they care about and what they want to see is YOU Jonny C, pinning yours truly… Real shame. You see Jonny you tried to do something special, thought because I took a trip into my past to find myself you’d take the same trip and attempted to expose me.
Guess what Jonny…
You failed.
Well you did succeed brother, you succeeded in proving to me correctly that you just speak and speak and speak and no matter what bullshit comes out of your mouth you shout it so hard that even you believe it… I have earned EVERY SINGLE BELT I’ve won and EVERY SINGLE TIME I’ve won them, multiple times… And nothing you say; will change that. Jonny I was the man in RWF, I was the man in FcW but you’re right about something… I’m yet to be the man, here in IIW but give it time because neither are you. Sure you MAY have been at one stage but right now you're just the guy who’s been selected to face me for the IIW’s THIRD TIER BELT. Why is Blade in the World Title match Jonny and not you? Rhetorical question but I’ll help you son… It’s because you've been forgotten about. Nobody thinks you’re worthy of being “the man” anymore hoss… How does that feel? How does it feel knowing that the company you’ll burn for, the company you’d scar for, even die for… Doesn’t care about you??
So let’s just break it down shall we, because I’m sure these people want to go home and I’ve got sleep to catch up with before flying out to Spain… There are a few facts about you and there are a few facts about me. Fact number one about Jonny C… You literally whinge about EVERYTHING! There literally isn’t one scenario you discuss that you can’t turn into something to cry about. Fact number two, you will make up scenarios in your head and create stories from them, spoon-feeding them to the masses in the hopes that they’ll believe you, which segues nicely into the next fact is that you repeat these stories over and over again hoping that the saying if you tell a lie enough it’ll be believed, is accurate. I mean you can pick a topic to rant about in an interview on Monday and cut a promo three days later and spew the exact same toxic nonsense! Almost word for word in fact… And then, there’s some facts about me.”
Fred swings the microphone around in his hand, back and forth, up and down, before leaning against the top rope and holding it up again to his mouth.
Fred: ”Because you see, I’ve been doing a lot of searching about who I am and where I’m from Jonny and here’s the conclusions that I came to… Fact number one. I’m the kind of guy who will cut a promo whenever and wherever he sees fit, not when a pissant fan, opponent or anyone else thinks I should… Fact number two. I’m a guy who works alone when he wants to, but will always have those who are loyal and stay loyal, at his side… Something some out there can’t say for themselves, namely you… Fact number three. I will always open my mouth and bump my gums HOWEVER, again unlike you, I will always know about what I speak… And final fact.
I AM THE KINGDOM. I AM THE IIW UK CHAMPION.
I am the man who’s going to step into Explosion, Jonny and put you down, shutting your yapping up, for good…
Because I just am.”
Fred drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring walking straight down the aisle, to the back… As we FADE - TO - BLACK.
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