HWA Message Board: Old Age Outlaws

Before Ring Master Jeremy had taken up a bit of kickboxing to add to his exercise routine. The movement helped keep him limber, but also aided in his strength development. He’d maintained the training and was now deep into a session at the Academy laying into a body bag when Maniac’s voice and face is shown across the screens. He snarls in disgust and listens to the usual rhetoric. Waving over someone to help record he can’t help but want to reply immediately.

(Jeremy): You know what Maniac, I can’t stand your bitch dog Erica but whatever this demon crap is…I hope it haunts you the rest of your natural born life and when you die…I can only hope it tortures your immortal soul in the beyond. It’s no less than you deserve. A year ago, you had your hand out for everyone to shake like some messiah for us all to sit under your learning tree, but your branches were too twisted, your shade to dark, and your roots to spindly and none of us cared to take your old hand and sit there.

What did you do? You targeted Matt…the man, the face of HWA, the flagship and flagbearer. You reached into a goddamn toilet with your bare hands and shoved some guys shit in his mouth. You terrorized him, and you weren’t satisfied until you drew out his own demon, his own dragon to face you and then…then you smiled, nodded, and it was good job kid…after you had ruined him and his career.

Jeremy’s slams a fist into the bag, the frustration in his face very apparent.

(Jeremy): I should have stepped in then, but it his was his fight. Had I known it would be his last, things would be very different. That’s a shame, and a burden I carry every day and you don’t know how deep that wound is. To say I “hate your guts” is beyond an understatement and I doubt you do understand because you’ve never loved anybody but yourself. At Havoc…you think Sean and I are trying to run you out of town?

He calmy shakes his head and smiles just a bit.

(Jeremy): No Maniac, wrong again…we’re not going to run you out of town. We’re going to run you into the ground where you belong. Stains on the pavement of life for everyone to piss, shit, spit, and walk over. Lunatik, you let nostalgia cloud your head and waltz back in here thinking the New Age Psychos could make a comback, and going to run things like you did decades ago, what a dumb idea…you’re already showing early signs of dementia.

He tags the bag again, landing in some side blows and a few knees, sweating, and breathing heavy.

(Jeremy): You think we’re blinded by hate and demons? No, trust me…for once in our lives, or maybe better to say…“finally” I can guarantee you that Sean and I are seeing quite clearly. I’m sick of you has-beens coming in riding our coattails and resting on our laurels. You’re no better than the millions of people out there sitting on their ass at home collecting a check from the government that hard working people have to pay for. You’re living off our efforts and Lunatik, you just decided to get up out of your recliner for another pay day.

You two may have helped build the company and brand once upon a time, but you and everybody else left it high and dry and then it died. Matt was the first knock at that door and it was our blood, our sweat, our tears, that rebuilt this company. At Havoc, you’re going to find out who runs the show. You’re going to experience firsthand who stands at the top of this company when we humiliate you in that ring.

Jeremy strikes with ferocity, a series of punches, and kicks until he’s nearly winded and hugs the bag.

(Jeremy): You’re too busy running around chasing Erica like you’re on some quest to save the world. You’re pathetic Maniac, and you’re just as pathetic as he is for standing by his side Lunatik. I don’t care about your efforts with her and her psychosis. She’s your dog, you’re just mad because she’s bitten the hand that fed her and you can’t control her anymore. You’d be just as glad to have her under heel again, but she’s too far gone isn’t she? All those bullshit claims she made about Hans, stalking him and his family, brutalizing Michelle….the only thing she suffers from is jealousy and extremely low self-esteem. She’s a disgusting #####, and alcoholic on her way to being an addict and she’s lost everyone and everything that meant anything to her. Fuk her and fuk you for creating her. You’re no Geppetto Maniac, you may have made her but you sure as hell can’t turn her into a real woman.

Jeremy sits down and someone comes over and helps pull off his gloves, he nods in thanks then looks back at the camera.

(Jeremy): I can’t wait to get to Wichita, this is going to be a Havoc to remember. This is going to be the night when the two of you have the realization that you’ve been bested, that no matter what you do you’ll never be as good as us, or as good as you used to be. Havoc is when the two of you realize your place, and do you know what happens next? The Old Age Outlaws are going to pack their bags, tuck their tails and go home…just like you did before. Only this time…there will be no coming back. This is your last ride boys, and I promise you…you won’t enjoy it!

He gets up off the bench and walks off camera as the scene fades to black.