A Trip To The Depths of Despair
Feb 10, 2021 19:39:28 GMT -6
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Post by PerZag on Feb 10, 2021 19:39:28 GMT -6
Enforcer. Finally, I get to step in the ring with the man synonymous to the GCWA Television Championship. Other than Ryot, of course. Oh man, do I miss Ryot! Anywho, Enforcer, you are one of the few on the roster I have not had the delight of beating the crap out of, yet. Even though we have been sitting on the same roster for months without this occurring. But, either way, it is finally going to occur, and I cannot wait.
Because once I give you a fight, and defeat you, continuing what will be a glorious undefeated streak for the man known as PerZag, in the year 2021. I’ve said week after week that this year, the year 2021, will be the year of the PerZag. Not the year of the Ox, like the Chinese would tell you. No, this is the year of PerZag. The only beast in the ring (and in the bedroom) that matters.
But see, Enforcer, there’s something else I am wishing to discover when it comes to you. Many moons ago, I had the luxury of taking on your wife, Justice, in this very GCWA ring. She wanted to have a fight, have matches against people who weren’t pussy ass, little jobbers, so she got me. I was willing to have that battle with her. And, so I did. I beat her in that ring, spanked her around the outside, and then got her back in that ring. And I laid down on top of her and got the one, the two and the three.
I may not have been able to give her the full seventy minutes, but she still got to have the taste of what a real man is like, and in some instances, possesses. You know……… down there. But now, this is what I want to discover. I want to learn. I want to see if you are going to bring the thunder or you are just going to show the entire world that you, Enforcer, are the little bitch of the married couple.
I want to know whether it was YOU that was the Television Champion. And that it was YOU who was the one that managed to get that Tag Team Gold with your lovely wife. I want to know that you are the person that fought through it all and got all of that gold for yourself. I want to see if you are the strongest link or if having your wife in your corner, is what got you across the line. Not that either matter, cause ‘girl power’ right. But, I need a conclusion to this excessively long study.
WHO’S THE BITCH AND WHO’S THE BRAUN IN THE ENFORCER/JUSTICE MARRIAGE?
That is the question, but I require an answer. I need the solution. Oh, wait, no, I don’t really. What I need is a woman who can go the full seventy, night after night, without the excessive moaning that she’s finished. It takes me seventy minutes until I’m done, so why do they always finish early? But that’s what I need. What I want is to answer that question. To determine who is the Bitch and who is the Braun.
Because maybe, just maybe, it’ll turn out to be you, Enforcer, and then Justice should have been the Television Champion all along. At least she wouldn’t have dropped it to that Alessandro Qualiaterre dipshit, so easily. Man, you just lose all this respect when you drop a title to him. And I thought losing the title to Tony the Spider was bad, Alessandro takes the cake.
But see, that’s where I don’t know where you sit. Are you a challenge? Or are you merely just another jobber who’s managed to have a couple of cheap wins that gave him Championship success.
From winning the Tag Titles in a handicap match against Brady Vega because I, PerZag, defeated and eliminated Tony Savage from the entire GCWA by beating him for the North American Championship. To conquering Ryot, on the night he was leaving the company, so you know, he was never going to win that one anyhow. To defeating Tony the Spider for the title, you lost to him, to defeating a blind man for the title you lost to him too.
One week you can defeat the worst we have in the company from the sounds of it, and then the next week, you become the worst we have in this company. I seriously don’t understand where you sit in the equation. Bitch or Braun? Which is Enforcer? The entire company knows that you will never exceed Television Championship success. The championships above you are way too far out of reach.
But that’s okay, because if you have a championship that you are suitable for, you may as well keep challenging for it. You never know how many reigns one can get for that championship. Maybe I should start doing the same for the North American Title. I can see that I will never get a shot at the world. Perhaps that’s just where I sit, in the equation.
If you know where you sit, and you stay there, then I have respect for that. Nothing wrong with that. Having aspirations is what gets you killed. And I will continue to aspire to be World Champion until it does get me killed, maybe that will be Mack, or perhaps it will be ten years from now when Bifford’s fat ass crushes me, in the ring. One of those things will probably happen.
Enforcer. Maybe, just maybe, I have finally incited enough rage within you that you will bring the fight to me. That you will show me every last single ounce of strength that you are made of. Bitch or Braun? Enforcer or Justice? It doesn’t really matter. On paper, you will always have the accolades. In the history books, you will be seen as the better Braun and not the Bitch. Either way, I will know who is or who isn’t, by the end of Friday Night Inferno.
And, Enforcer, if Justice ever decides she wants the full seventy, just send her my way. I would be happy to oblige. Because after all, I am ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ as well as ‘The 70-Minute-Man’.
And now that I’ve incited some rage, and am prepared for the battle ahead, I will bid you adieu.
Sexiness Out!
My whole theme for the year 2021 has been going backwards to go forwards. Needing to look into the past to find what it is I require, for the future. Because if I, PerZag, will make the year 2021, my year, I need the GCWA World Championship. I need that one title. I could win any other, and it wouldn’t matter in the outcome. This year needs to be about me. Legacy, Mack, they had 2020. 2021 is my time. And I’ll keep going back to go forwards—one step back, two steps forward.
Going back to my hometown brought me a Golden Opportunity; seeing my ex after over a decade, brought me a win over Blood Dragon. Finding an alliance may just get me my first championship for the year. But this week, I knew I needed to talk to someone from the past. Someone that had some success. Someone who built his way to the top; found that top prize and then tumbled down so quickly that he became just a mere footnote in history. Just like Enforcer will be.
I had to return to Perzagonia, and I had to chat with Worthy Zag.
So there I was, in the darkest depths of Perzagonia, where the deepest, darkest failures of Zagdom lived out their days. Every Zag over centuries of Zag’s came here, to die out. From Zag the Ripper, who they call ‘Jack’ on the surface, to Hippie Zag from the seventies, these are the worst incarnations of Zag that have ever existed.
And I had to talk to Worthy Zag. Probably the most embarrassing one of the bunch. Even more embarrassing than Homo Zag from the 1940s. He nearly ended all of our lives. But Worthy Zag is the embodiment of failure when it comes to Perzagonia. His living quarters are as far down into the depths of despair than you could fathom.
And there I was, outside his home. His forever home. Sexy Zag ready to chat with Worthy Zag once again. If I learn his mistakes, I can better prepare to not make them also. To make sure that I am not as much of an embarrassment as he is. I mean, I could always go back in time and tell him to take a hike, and change history, but what good would that do? We would never learn anything.
So I knock on the door, and it opens. The rank of despair climbs up my nostril passage as the door extends further, making me throw up in my mouth. I swallow, forcing the vomit back down in my stomach as the stench forces me to grab the peg from my pocket, that was given to me as a cautionary. I now understand why. I place the peg on my nose and breathe through my mouth. Thank God I don’t have to smell that disgusting stench anymore.
Worthy Zag stands at the door, staring at me. He hasn’t showered for years, it seems. Hasn’t washed his clothes or taken them off. He looks the same he did in 2019 when he last fought in OCW. He hasn’t changed anything. No wonder he got stale.
“What do you want, Sexy?” he asks, bewildered.
“Ha, you sound like a prostitute trying to pick up an ugly nerd for the night,” I respond, trying to break the ice.
He rolls his eyes at me and turns around, wondering back into his home of despair. I follow him in, making sure to leave the door open to vent out the disgusting smells. Thank God for my peg, who knows what the inside of his home must smell like.
“I will ask only one more time,” he says, muttering under his breath. “What do you want?”
He takes a seat on a black leather chair and stares at me.
“Alright, I’ll get to the point. Up there, on the surface, it’s 2021. And I have gone out to say that it is the year of the PerZag. But, to make it my year, I am going backwards to go forwards. So, firstly, I went home.”
Worthy Zag sits forward, frowning.
“Wait, you went home?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “It’s not the same as you would remember. It’s very all over the place now. I might have to clean it up a bit. But, not only that. I saw Emily again.”
Worthy Zag stands up from the chair.
“Wait, you saw Emily too. How is she? Does she still look good? Is she happy? Is she married? Is she a mum? Is she………….”
“Stop it, man,” I say, putting my hand up. “I know you were the one that was steering the ship back then, but we all cared about her. And yes, she’s great. She got the job she always wanted. But no, she’s still single apparently.”
“Well, you need to…………….”
“NO!” I yell at him. “I know what you are going to say. I’ve got to get back with her, right?”
Worthy Zag nods his head.
“It’s not going to happen. You made the mistake of messing it up with her. That was your error, and I’m not fixing that for you. Plus, I already have someone amazing. Someone that I am trying to fix my errors for. And I’m going to fix them. I’m not going to let them dwindle; I’m not going to be like you. Whenever I make an error, I will fix it and improve myself. I won’t be you. I will never be you. So thank-you, Worthy, I know exactly why I came down here now.”
I turn around, ready to leave, but I feel my arm getting grabbed as Worthy Zag turns me around.
“Can you please fix our relationship with her?”
I pull my arm away as hard as I can.
“I was always going to repair our relationship with her, but for what she was for all of us. NEVER FOR YOU!”
I shove him, making him fall over on his ass.
“You’re fucking lucky I needed this. I needed to see your Worthless Ass to prove to myself that I will never ever be that fucking terrible. Worthless Zag, nobody is ever going to revisit you. YOU’RE FUCKING DONE!”
I turn around and leave the room.
As Sexy Zag leaves the hole of despair, the footage stays within the house. It focuses on Worthy Zag as he stares at the open doorway.
“I will never be finished!”
Worthy Zag starts laughing maniacally as the scene cuts out.
OOC: Word Count is 2161 according to Google Docs, so under the 250 word buffer again. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this one too.
Because once I give you a fight, and defeat you, continuing what will be a glorious undefeated streak for the man known as PerZag, in the year 2021. I’ve said week after week that this year, the year 2021, will be the year of the PerZag. Not the year of the Ox, like the Chinese would tell you. No, this is the year of PerZag. The only beast in the ring (and in the bedroom) that matters.
But see, Enforcer, there’s something else I am wishing to discover when it comes to you. Many moons ago, I had the luxury of taking on your wife, Justice, in this very GCWA ring. She wanted to have a fight, have matches against people who weren’t pussy ass, little jobbers, so she got me. I was willing to have that battle with her. And, so I did. I beat her in that ring, spanked her around the outside, and then got her back in that ring. And I laid down on top of her and got the one, the two and the three.
I may not have been able to give her the full seventy minutes, but she still got to have the taste of what a real man is like, and in some instances, possesses. You know……… down there. But now, this is what I want to discover. I want to learn. I want to see if you are going to bring the thunder or you are just going to show the entire world that you, Enforcer, are the little bitch of the married couple.
I want to know whether it was YOU that was the Television Champion. And that it was YOU who was the one that managed to get that Tag Team Gold with your lovely wife. I want to know that you are the person that fought through it all and got all of that gold for yourself. I want to see if you are the strongest link or if having your wife in your corner, is what got you across the line. Not that either matter, cause ‘girl power’ right. But, I need a conclusion to this excessively long study.
WHO’S THE BITCH AND WHO’S THE BRAUN IN THE ENFORCER/JUSTICE MARRIAGE?
That is the question, but I require an answer. I need the solution. Oh, wait, no, I don’t really. What I need is a woman who can go the full seventy, night after night, without the excessive moaning that she’s finished. It takes me seventy minutes until I’m done, so why do they always finish early? But that’s what I need. What I want is to answer that question. To determine who is the Bitch and who is the Braun.
Because maybe, just maybe, it’ll turn out to be you, Enforcer, and then Justice should have been the Television Champion all along. At least she wouldn’t have dropped it to that Alessandro Qualiaterre dipshit, so easily. Man, you just lose all this respect when you drop a title to him. And I thought losing the title to Tony the Spider was bad, Alessandro takes the cake.
But see, that’s where I don’t know where you sit. Are you a challenge? Or are you merely just another jobber who’s managed to have a couple of cheap wins that gave him Championship success.
From winning the Tag Titles in a handicap match against Brady Vega because I, PerZag, defeated and eliminated Tony Savage from the entire GCWA by beating him for the North American Championship. To conquering Ryot, on the night he was leaving the company, so you know, he was never going to win that one anyhow. To defeating Tony the Spider for the title, you lost to him, to defeating a blind man for the title you lost to him too.
One week you can defeat the worst we have in the company from the sounds of it, and then the next week, you become the worst we have in this company. I seriously don’t understand where you sit in the equation. Bitch or Braun? Which is Enforcer? The entire company knows that you will never exceed Television Championship success. The championships above you are way too far out of reach.
But that’s okay, because if you have a championship that you are suitable for, you may as well keep challenging for it. You never know how many reigns one can get for that championship. Maybe I should start doing the same for the North American Title. I can see that I will never get a shot at the world. Perhaps that’s just where I sit, in the equation.
If you know where you sit, and you stay there, then I have respect for that. Nothing wrong with that. Having aspirations is what gets you killed. And I will continue to aspire to be World Champion until it does get me killed, maybe that will be Mack, or perhaps it will be ten years from now when Bifford’s fat ass crushes me, in the ring. One of those things will probably happen.
Enforcer. Maybe, just maybe, I have finally incited enough rage within you that you will bring the fight to me. That you will show me every last single ounce of strength that you are made of. Bitch or Braun? Enforcer or Justice? It doesn’t really matter. On paper, you will always have the accolades. In the history books, you will be seen as the better Braun and not the Bitch. Either way, I will know who is or who isn’t, by the end of Friday Night Inferno.
And, Enforcer, if Justice ever decides she wants the full seventy, just send her my way. I would be happy to oblige. Because after all, I am ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ as well as ‘The 70-Minute-Man’.
And now that I’ve incited some rage, and am prepared for the battle ahead, I will bid you adieu.
Sexiness Out!
My whole theme for the year 2021 has been going backwards to go forwards. Needing to look into the past to find what it is I require, for the future. Because if I, PerZag, will make the year 2021, my year, I need the GCWA World Championship. I need that one title. I could win any other, and it wouldn’t matter in the outcome. This year needs to be about me. Legacy, Mack, they had 2020. 2021 is my time. And I’ll keep going back to go forwards—one step back, two steps forward.
Going back to my hometown brought me a Golden Opportunity; seeing my ex after over a decade, brought me a win over Blood Dragon. Finding an alliance may just get me my first championship for the year. But this week, I knew I needed to talk to someone from the past. Someone that had some success. Someone who built his way to the top; found that top prize and then tumbled down so quickly that he became just a mere footnote in history. Just like Enforcer will be.
I had to return to Perzagonia, and I had to chat with Worthy Zag.
So there I was, in the darkest depths of Perzagonia, where the deepest, darkest failures of Zagdom lived out their days. Every Zag over centuries of Zag’s came here, to die out. From Zag the Ripper, who they call ‘Jack’ on the surface, to Hippie Zag from the seventies, these are the worst incarnations of Zag that have ever existed.
And I had to talk to Worthy Zag. Probably the most embarrassing one of the bunch. Even more embarrassing than Homo Zag from the 1940s. He nearly ended all of our lives. But Worthy Zag is the embodiment of failure when it comes to Perzagonia. His living quarters are as far down into the depths of despair than you could fathom.
And there I was, outside his home. His forever home. Sexy Zag ready to chat with Worthy Zag once again. If I learn his mistakes, I can better prepare to not make them also. To make sure that I am not as much of an embarrassment as he is. I mean, I could always go back in time and tell him to take a hike, and change history, but what good would that do? We would never learn anything.
So I knock on the door, and it opens. The rank of despair climbs up my nostril passage as the door extends further, making me throw up in my mouth. I swallow, forcing the vomit back down in my stomach as the stench forces me to grab the peg from my pocket, that was given to me as a cautionary. I now understand why. I place the peg on my nose and breathe through my mouth. Thank God I don’t have to smell that disgusting stench anymore.
Worthy Zag stands at the door, staring at me. He hasn’t showered for years, it seems. Hasn’t washed his clothes or taken them off. He looks the same he did in 2019 when he last fought in OCW. He hasn’t changed anything. No wonder he got stale.
“What do you want, Sexy?” he asks, bewildered.
“Ha, you sound like a prostitute trying to pick up an ugly nerd for the night,” I respond, trying to break the ice.
He rolls his eyes at me and turns around, wondering back into his home of despair. I follow him in, making sure to leave the door open to vent out the disgusting smells. Thank God for my peg, who knows what the inside of his home must smell like.
“I will ask only one more time,” he says, muttering under his breath. “What do you want?”
He takes a seat on a black leather chair and stares at me.
“Alright, I’ll get to the point. Up there, on the surface, it’s 2021. And I have gone out to say that it is the year of the PerZag. But, to make it my year, I am going backwards to go forwards. So, firstly, I went home.”
Worthy Zag sits forward, frowning.
“Wait, you went home?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “It’s not the same as you would remember. It’s very all over the place now. I might have to clean it up a bit. But, not only that. I saw Emily again.”
Worthy Zag stands up from the chair.
“Wait, you saw Emily too. How is she? Does she still look good? Is she happy? Is she married? Is she a mum? Is she………….”
“Stop it, man,” I say, putting my hand up. “I know you were the one that was steering the ship back then, but we all cared about her. And yes, she’s great. She got the job she always wanted. But no, she’s still single apparently.”
“Well, you need to…………….”
“NO!” I yell at him. “I know what you are going to say. I’ve got to get back with her, right?”
Worthy Zag nods his head.
“It’s not going to happen. You made the mistake of messing it up with her. That was your error, and I’m not fixing that for you. Plus, I already have someone amazing. Someone that I am trying to fix my errors for. And I’m going to fix them. I’m not going to let them dwindle; I’m not going to be like you. Whenever I make an error, I will fix it and improve myself. I won’t be you. I will never be you. So thank-you, Worthy, I know exactly why I came down here now.”
I turn around, ready to leave, but I feel my arm getting grabbed as Worthy Zag turns me around.
“Can you please fix our relationship with her?”
I pull my arm away as hard as I can.
“I was always going to repair our relationship with her, but for what she was for all of us. NEVER FOR YOU!”
I shove him, making him fall over on his ass.
“You’re fucking lucky I needed this. I needed to see your Worthless Ass to prove to myself that I will never ever be that fucking terrible. Worthless Zag, nobody is ever going to revisit you. YOU’RE FUCKING DONE!”
I turn around and leave the room.
As Sexy Zag leaves the hole of despair, the footage stays within the house. It focuses on Worthy Zag as he stares at the open doorway.
“I will never be finished!”
Worthy Zag starts laughing maniacally as the scene cuts out.
OOC: Word Count is 2161 according to Google Docs, so under the 250 word buffer again. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this one too.
