Post by Dean Wolf on Nov 22, 2020 23:13:38 GMT
Dean Wolf is found by a camera crew heading towards the exit of the Dan Coleman Coliseum after his attack on John Blade. Kayla Reid runs after him with a microphone in her hand.
Kayla Reid: Dean Wolf! Dean Wolf! Can I just get a quick word with you?
She catches up to him as he stops and turns to look at her.
Kayla Reid: Why did you…
Wolf rips the microphone out of her hand.
Dean Wolf: You can go now. I can hold my own microphone. And I already knew what you were going to ask me, so you seem to be pretty useless right now.
She takes great offense to his assessment and storms away. Wolf looks right into the camera.
Dean Wolf: Why did I attack John Blade? I’ll get to that in a second; but first, let me just tell you a little bit about where I’m coming from. A manifesto if you will.
It seems that in this country, the rule is no longer “innocent until proven guilty.” Now, the rule is “accused and automatically guilty, and even if the accusation is disproven, you’re still guilty.” For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, my former employer, some Russian chick with a Napoleon complex, got on national television and stated that I was being investigated for sexual harassment and stalking, despite having no shred of evidence that I did any of those things.
I was in my former company for five months. I was there from almost the very beginning, and in my time there, I was the foundation of that place. I was the first person to win any championship in that company. I was the best wrestler on that roster. Week after week, I went into that ring and gave it 150%. I never took it easy, I never slacked off, even if my opponent was just some preliminary wrestler who hadn’t picked up a win yet. I compiled a 16-2 record, the best in the company, and by the last show of the year, I was the World Champion. If people want to doubt my credentials, you can just go and take a look at the vote total for that company’s end of the year awards before I was banished and they gave the awards to somebody else. Match of the Year, Feud of the Year, Hardcore Champion of the Year, Moment of the Year, WRESTLER of the Year. I won all of those!
But even with all of those accomplishments, the thing that I was the proudest about was that I was that company’s locker room leader. I was the one who enforced respect amongst each member of the roster. If I heard one guy shit on the talent of another guy, I pounced on that person and set them straight. I may not have liked everybody on the roster. I may not have wanted to be friends with anybody on the roster, but I always respected everyone on the roster and made sure everyone else did the same.
The one beef that my former boss had with me was that I didn’t take her bullshit. You see, my former boss didn’t think she had to respect the talent that her company was built on. She thought she could publicly demean them without any consequence. Well, when she pulled that shit on me, I told her to stick it, and she didn’t like that very much. For months, she did everything she could to bring me down. She allowed sneak attacks on me. She put me in matches where she thought I would be disadvantaged. And every time she tried to get the better of me, I got one up on her. That’s why she resorted to making false accusations against me. That’s why she took to having me banished. Those were the only ways that she was going to get rid of me.
Then, after I was gone, I get wind that some little brown-nosing shit stain who wanted to get in nice with my former boss started running me down, saying I was “sub-par.” “Sub-par,” even though I was a double champion. Now, you’d think that after months of being the guy who showed respect to everyone in the locker room, including my rivals, someone in that locker room who knew me well and had competed against me might stand up and say “No, you’re wrong.” I mean, that’s what I would have done. Even if I didn’t like the person, I still wouldn’t have let that kind of thing slide. But no. Nobody said a damn word. Everybody just let it go unchallenged.
That’s when I realized that the guys in that locker room weren’t happy to see me go because they thought I was an asshole or because they actually believed the things I was being accused of. They were happy to see me go because now, it gave them an opportunity to move up in the promotion. With me gone, they all had the chance to take one of my titles. With me gone, some of them could actually win a match. Yeah, I said it. With me gone, some of them could actually win, because make no mistake about it, I WAS THE BEST IN THAT COMPANY. There was no way that I was ever losing any of my titles. There was no way that any of them were ever going to beat me, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when I was sent away, because now, they didn’t have to compete against me for my spot.
And this whole situation just reinforced what I’ve known all along about this business: that it’s full of snaky motherfuckers who don’t mind stabbing you in the back at the first opportunity. I spent all of my time defending my fellow wrestlers, and when it came time to return the favor, they were silent. Like I said before, I didn’t like all of them and I certainly didn’t want to be friends with any of them, but if that little shit stain called any of them “sub-par,” I would have been on that person faster than a hurricane rips through this piece of shit city.
So you want to know why I attacked John Blade? It’s because I’m done trying to be the good guy. I’m done trying to be the honorable guy. I’m done trying to be a leader of any kind. From now on, I’m going to look out for one person: ME, and it started just a few minutes ago when I took out Vanilla Ice down at ringside. I may have signed my Outlaw Wrestling contract too late to be a part of this Grand Prix tournament , but whoever wins the World Title is going to wish they hadn’t because I’m going to knock their fucking head off and take the belt for myself!
He pauses to catch his breath before continuing in a lower voice.
Dean Wolf: I am The Outlaw of Outlaw. I do what I want when I want, and if Jesse Roscoe, Waylon Harvey, or anyone else has a problem with that, they can kiss my ass. And as for you, John Blade, I’m sure you’re going to want to get your revenge on me. In fact, I expect it. And that’s fine. You just better be ready…
He leans into the camera and talks even lower, almost at a whisper.
Dean Wolf:...to seek the wolf in thyself.
He drops the mic and walks off.
Kayla Reid: Dean Wolf! Dean Wolf! Can I just get a quick word with you?
She catches up to him as he stops and turns to look at her.
Kayla Reid: Why did you…
Wolf rips the microphone out of her hand.
Dean Wolf: You can go now. I can hold my own microphone. And I already knew what you were going to ask me, so you seem to be pretty useless right now.
She takes great offense to his assessment and storms away. Wolf looks right into the camera.
Dean Wolf: Why did I attack John Blade? I’ll get to that in a second; but first, let me just tell you a little bit about where I’m coming from. A manifesto if you will.
It seems that in this country, the rule is no longer “innocent until proven guilty.” Now, the rule is “accused and automatically guilty, and even if the accusation is disproven, you’re still guilty.” For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, my former employer, some Russian chick with a Napoleon complex, got on national television and stated that I was being investigated for sexual harassment and stalking, despite having no shred of evidence that I did any of those things.
I was in my former company for five months. I was there from almost the very beginning, and in my time there, I was the foundation of that place. I was the first person to win any championship in that company. I was the best wrestler on that roster. Week after week, I went into that ring and gave it 150%. I never took it easy, I never slacked off, even if my opponent was just some preliminary wrestler who hadn’t picked up a win yet. I compiled a 16-2 record, the best in the company, and by the last show of the year, I was the World Champion. If people want to doubt my credentials, you can just go and take a look at the vote total for that company’s end of the year awards before I was banished and they gave the awards to somebody else. Match of the Year, Feud of the Year, Hardcore Champion of the Year, Moment of the Year, WRESTLER of the Year. I won all of those!
But even with all of those accomplishments, the thing that I was the proudest about was that I was that company’s locker room leader. I was the one who enforced respect amongst each member of the roster. If I heard one guy shit on the talent of another guy, I pounced on that person and set them straight. I may not have liked everybody on the roster. I may not have wanted to be friends with anybody on the roster, but I always respected everyone on the roster and made sure everyone else did the same.
The one beef that my former boss had with me was that I didn’t take her bullshit. You see, my former boss didn’t think she had to respect the talent that her company was built on. She thought she could publicly demean them without any consequence. Well, when she pulled that shit on me, I told her to stick it, and she didn’t like that very much. For months, she did everything she could to bring me down. She allowed sneak attacks on me. She put me in matches where she thought I would be disadvantaged. And every time she tried to get the better of me, I got one up on her. That’s why she resorted to making false accusations against me. That’s why she took to having me banished. Those were the only ways that she was going to get rid of me.
Then, after I was gone, I get wind that some little brown-nosing shit stain who wanted to get in nice with my former boss started running me down, saying I was “sub-par.” “Sub-par,” even though I was a double champion. Now, you’d think that after months of being the guy who showed respect to everyone in the locker room, including my rivals, someone in that locker room who knew me well and had competed against me might stand up and say “No, you’re wrong.” I mean, that’s what I would have done. Even if I didn’t like the person, I still wouldn’t have let that kind of thing slide. But no. Nobody said a damn word. Everybody just let it go unchallenged.
That’s when I realized that the guys in that locker room weren’t happy to see me go because they thought I was an asshole or because they actually believed the things I was being accused of. They were happy to see me go because now, it gave them an opportunity to move up in the promotion. With me gone, they all had the chance to take one of my titles. With me gone, some of them could actually win a match. Yeah, I said it. With me gone, some of them could actually win, because make no mistake about it, I WAS THE BEST IN THAT COMPANY. There was no way that I was ever losing any of my titles. There was no way that any of them were ever going to beat me, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when I was sent away, because now, they didn’t have to compete against me for my spot.
And this whole situation just reinforced what I’ve known all along about this business: that it’s full of snaky motherfuckers who don’t mind stabbing you in the back at the first opportunity. I spent all of my time defending my fellow wrestlers, and when it came time to return the favor, they were silent. Like I said before, I didn’t like all of them and I certainly didn’t want to be friends with any of them, but if that little shit stain called any of them “sub-par,” I would have been on that person faster than a hurricane rips through this piece of shit city.
So you want to know why I attacked John Blade? It’s because I’m done trying to be the good guy. I’m done trying to be the honorable guy. I’m done trying to be a leader of any kind. From now on, I’m going to look out for one person: ME, and it started just a few minutes ago when I took out Vanilla Ice down at ringside. I may have signed my Outlaw Wrestling contract too late to be a part of this Grand Prix tournament , but whoever wins the World Title is going to wish they hadn’t because I’m going to knock their fucking head off and take the belt for myself!
He pauses to catch his breath before continuing in a lower voice.
Dean Wolf: I am The Outlaw of Outlaw. I do what I want when I want, and if Jesse Roscoe, Waylon Harvey, or anyone else has a problem with that, they can kiss my ass. And as for you, John Blade, I’m sure you’re going to want to get your revenge on me. In fact, I expect it. And that’s fine. You just better be ready…
He leans into the camera and talks even lower, almost at a whisper.
Dean Wolf:...to seek the wolf in thyself.
He drops the mic and walks off.
OUTLAW World Championship
VACANT
