John_Rogan
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 Posted April 29th, 2009 09:46 PM IP   
The scene opens up on the center of a packed Buffalo city spot. The nightlife crowd is evidently beginning to come out. Most of the men wear casual mocha colored shorts and multi colored collared shirts while the women wear a variety of really trash looking, yet very stylish, preppy clothes. Although, many of Buffalo New York’s residents are not paying attention to him (used to seeing bums daily) this man still stands out in this robotic sort of crowd.
Not only is he tall, muscular and well built, but his attire is a lot different then the others. Instead of the ‘fashionable’ style of clothing; he wears a pair of faded blue jeans with an old black t-shirt and this is all somehow accessorized by a pair of sunglasses, some silver jewelry (including a necklace and earrings in both ears), and a pair of very shiny dark Doc Marten boots.
The man is John Rogan; the Titan Wrestling Corporation wrestling company’s future leader. He notices not the few guys who have gazed over his way or the girls who silently edged away from him scared that they were going to contaminate themselves, but of the large black camera pointed directly at him from the other side of the street directed by a short man with full, uneven facial hair John Rogan recognizes from TWC.
”That’s my guy” Rogan mumbles to himself starting to walk across the sidewalk; weaving in and out of the college crowd. Some look back at him in disgust. One even had the courage to shout at: “Watch where you’re walking you bum!” Rogan looked back at the kid who had said that with a mild expression on his face. The guy turned out to be an African American kid about nineteen or twenty dressed ready for a night on the town with the ladies he is with.
After a few moments more of deliberation and with horribly disguised sarcasm John says ”Sorry I didn’t mean to be so rude”; the kid replied with a snort and a rude comment looking even younger and cockier. John simply brushed off the asshole with a simple wave of his hand. The guy walked on looking angry while he continued across the street looking perfectly untroubled.
The other side of the street did not yield any better results for The Eliminator. All around him people were staring and even some muttered insults behind their hands to the people who accompanied them. This continued rude behavior once again did not trouble John Rogan. He simply weaved in and out of the people until he was on the other side of the sidewalk nodding his acknowledgment to the cameraman.
”I think down here would have a bit more privacy.” Rogan stated pointed with his thumb down a dark alley lined with high brick buildings which seemed to be falling apart. Cautiously, the cameraman followed him until he was halfway down the alley and out of earshot of the capacity crowd. He leans back against a wall, just as filthy as the one which he’d previously been leaning on, raised his sunglasses up, old school style, so they rested on the top of his head. Finally, he cleared his throat and began to speak in tones that suggested a mixture of business with suppressed rage.
”This past week I came back to TWC to gain the notoriety that I was going to earn before I had to left. Fortunately said goal seemed to be easier to accomplish then what I thought. An open battle royal for any Titan Wrestling competitor to ever step foot in that historic squared circle. So, of course I signed up thinking that this was going to be a shoe in. Feeling inside my heart that people were going to see my name and simply back down because they want to keep themselves out of harms way. I think I was wrong.”
Rogan lets out a short laugh before continuing on with his speech.
”It became evident with the following signups that my name was not well known to the newcomers of the TWC. They all believe me to be a smart ass old man who never was able to lace up his boots. Well, come Thursday night at ReGenesis I am sure that all of the doubters will learn from their misjudging and they’re going to see me in another light as I toss them one by one bodily over the top rope after I have finished them off until I am able to grab hold of that TWC world heavyweight title.”
A grim smile comes suddenly over his face and a violent gleam in Rogan’s eye appears.
”I am not saying that it will be a snap of my fingers and these guys and girls go flying. No, it’s going to take a bit of work on my part. Yes, I can give credit where it is due. That just means that I am going to be more focused, more ready, more willing to do whatever I have to do that way I will guarantee me some respect around this bitch. I am going to be doing some hardcore, Keeper like, shit to everybody. I am going to be making you scream, cry, bleed, hurt, and finally beg at my feet for mercy and if you’re lucky I may grant it.”
Rogan stops again for a dramatic pause.
” Now, then I am going to begin talking about the people in this match. I am going to focus on every individual not as a unit, but by themselves and I am going to start out with the woman I know less about. Yes, I am talking about you Aurora Frost. You, are one of the underdogs in this match. I am not saying that because you are weak. I do not know of your strength. I am not preparing to judge you into I have actually seen and felt you.”
He stops a minute seeming to realize the absurdity of that statement before continuing.
”I simply say that because I have no idea who you are and you are in a match for the International Title. That contest is going to be taking place with only one match in between and you are battling two athletes in Bobby Strange and Mia Sanchez. I’m going to be fair and honest with you Aurora in my opinion you have no chance in this match, just like Mia, you are going to be too tired and will undoubtedly be eliminated early from the fray. I can still however recognize passion and that is why Ms. Frost I will not be completely decimating you.”
He pauses again before going on to his next quarry.
”Another woman in this battle royal is the International Champion herself Mia Sanchez the #2 rated underdog in this match. Once again not because there’s a lack of talent but because you only get a maybe half hour rest break in between matches while the other six of us competing get to rest up. So, I ask you Mia. As a former superstar in XWF and a member of the famed Prophecy group why do you feel it is your duty to step into this ring and cause yourself utter embarrassment?”
He laughs his sardonic laugh.
”Is it because you want to stand up to the qualities of James Raven? Do you want to build yourself up an ego by trying to win two prestigious championships in a single card? Don’t winning two matches in a single card suffice Mia? See, I’m not belittling you for jumping into this contest because we all know that you want to prove you are more then James Raven’s little…” *cough* *cough* sounds from behind the camera. ”Unfortunately, tonight you have chosen to attempt to prove yourself in the wrong match because as you can see I am a participant in this match-up.”Rogan shrugs his shoulders again as to say ’what else is there to say?’
”Onto the third woman in this match. The one woman who has the greatest shot at winning this match yes the former Street fight champion; the president Alyssa Ferro. She won’t take the victory believe me. She still has the greatest chance of all the woman to take it though. Namely, because she doesn’t have to come out of an International Title Match to almost immediately compete in the battle royal which will ultimately prove fiercer then even perhaps the hardcore match between The Hall of Famer Keeper and my main man Hawkeye.”
He nods, seems to be involuntarily towards the camera before continuing on.
”Now, Alyssa Ferro, we have met only one occasion before this. That was at a pay per view a while ago. Damn, I forget the name of it. You and your fellow prophecy members were attacking Soul Bearer in the middle of the ring when Hawkeye, myself and some others came out. That’s the night Hawkeye and I drove Roxy Nova’s face clean into the mat and made her walk out of TWC ashamed because of the way we disfigured her face.”
“Now, I don’t plan on doing that to you Alyssa. Yet, I also don’t plan on holding back. I have much more confidence in your abilities than I have in anyone else. I feel that you could be a hell of a challenge. That’s why I’m going to have to cook you and eat you for breakfast. I am going to have to come full force with all of my might and make my presence known because I will not allow for you or any body else to get the better of me at ReGenesis. It is simply an unbearable thought that I will not allow to happen. Just seeing it in my head Alyssa Ferro makes me shiver with cold chills. So, please don’t get your hopes up”He looks apologetic at the camera.
”Now, we are onto person number four. That is Dan Fierce, TWC’s resident flamer. What are you planning on doing Dan Fierce? Do you plan on trying to come and win the world title right out from under my nose? Are you going to try and rub my and the other three guys in this match balls to distract us? Let me make one thing straight father fucker. Your ways aren’t going to work this time. Your little schemes aren’t going to be my downfall because I am above such distractions. I am not going to be nice this time Dan Fierce and complain to the referee about you being a ***got. I am going to simple beat you into the mat for doing it.”
He breathes heavy looking menacingly into the camera.
”Now, some may think I’m being a bit harsh or brutal for using such intense language, but I’m not. I am simply speaking on how it is. I’m not going to be nice. I’m going to beat him up and while that is happening if I happen to feel the urge to call him a queer and spit in his girlish face then I will and do you know why that is Dan Fierce? Because there isn’t a damn thing you or anybody else can do to stop me. Don’t get me wrong Dan Fierce I’m not a ****phobe or an Anti-LGBT supporter so I’m not going to single you out for your chosen sexual orientation. I am simply reminding you to keep your hands off my genitals or there will be consequences and repercussions. In short, I will make you understand why you don’t bring your anti-female ways here.”He breathes in deeply in an obvious effort to calm himself.
”And now I talk about the five opponent in this match. The self-proclaimed, Brooklyn raised, Ghetto made thug. Not, something to about Brazy. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem as though your type can be educated. People from ‘the streets’ always seem to be under the illusion that they are complete bad asses just because as little boys and girls growing up there single Mother could not feed them properly and give them a proper home. So, for the kids to cover their losses they decide to build a sort of wall around them hoping like hell that they will be considered a bad mother fucker because in truth pride is the only thing these hood rats have.”
He looks hard into the camera continuing to belittle Brazy’s upbringing.
”It’s true that it isn’t exactly the Mother’s entire fault either. I mean there Father should have stayed around to raise their baby but just thing of how you are now and that’s how they were then. I won’t lie and say it doesn’t make me sad to see it. I wish everybody had a good upbringing that way they don’t have to rush around with bad grammar all their life talking about how great it is to be from the streets. How you’re a bad mother fucker because you’re from the projects thinking you’re the baddest, hardest, people out there when in the suburbs you have bad asses too.”
He looks considerably less angry as he opens his mouth again.
”I don’t know you personally, but I know your type Brazy. I’m glad you were able to get out of the projects and wanting to make a name for yourself. Unfortunately, son you will have to wait your turn because, like I said a few days ago, it won’t happen at ReGenesis.”He shrugs but shows no sympathy.
”The sixth and 2nd most lethal in this match is Jeremy Adonis. Some dude raised up in a good neighborhood with a loving family who wants to act like he’s from the projects. You can look at Brazy and you can look at Jeremy Adonis and see too totally different styles. It makes me sick. Jeremy Adonis, you have a lot to learn about life. You don’t pose as something you’re not because it is going to cause you nothing but immense trouble in your future.”
He grimaces in an angry sort of way.
”That’s exactly why you’re in trouble now Jeremy. You acted like you were some big shot, some veteran of the squared circle when in fact you are somebody who has been around a ring for then less six months and just happened to get lucky. You’re nothing Jeremy Adonis but a piece of garbage who couldn’t tell a armbar from an armband, a headlock from a leglock. It’s pathetic to know that we have pieces of trash like you running around tarnishing what people like me made.”
“I won’t deny that it is a crying shame. That I don’t get mad every time I have to look into your eyes and hear you brag about being some tough guy. It makes me physically sick to my stomach that you have never lost a match here. So, I’m going to force you to lose this match Jeremy Adonis. I am going to make sure with every fiber of my being that your ass is thrown out of the ring and you are taught to respect your fucking superiors!”
He breathes hard but looks quite calm and he approaches the subject of the last and beside him, most picked to winAndrew Clash
”Well, Well, it looks to me Andrew Clash like I was wrong about you. I thought you, like Adonis, was nothing more then a punk kid, but apparently you’re not. You seem to have some heart inside of you. I can respect that. You come out of a brutal fight over in SCW against I imagine a great competitor and now you’re stepping up to the plate against more competitors. Either, Andrew Clash you have too much heart and too little brains. I will reserve judgment until we step in the ring.”
“Secondly, it has come to my attention that you took my lack of attention towards you as a personal insult. I cannot say that I apologize for that. It was meant to be like that but unfortunately, it seems to have caused a bit of a feud between us. I know that you want to win this match and prove your superiority for Shannen but just like Mia Sanchez you are not going to use me to prove it Andrew. You are going to fall at my feet man. You are going to recognize that I am the baddest mother fucker in TWC.”He laughs before continuing.
”So, let me wish everybody luck in this upcoming match. Unfortunately, a good luck wish only get you so far. Skill is what will get you the rest of the way and although you seven are skillful, you’re not as skillful as me. You seven will never be as skillful as me and in less then 24 hours the TWC World title will be around my waist and I, John Rogan will once again be the man.”
And with that he walks away leaving nothing but darkness.
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