Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2022 1:48:14 GMT -5
We open inside of an apartment in Tampa, Florida. I am here once again, your narrator for this evening and it’s been awhile since we last got together. I know you’ve gotten my calls, my emails, my text messages. Don’t say you’re willing to hang out and do karaoke with me if you’re just going to send me straight to voicemail and leave my text messages on read!
Sorry… this isn’t about me… us.
This is about the apartment of OCW employee Madison Carter who after the trip to Djibouti had unfortunately housed current OCW Wrestler Jace Parker Davidson. It wasn’t a decision that she had agreed to in the slightest bit but Mr. Davidson only hears the things that he chooses to hear. If you’ve been following along since the Big Game Hunting PPV? Then you know this scamp has been quite the menace both inside of OCW and outside of it as well. From attacking both Amick Dogeron and Dylan Thomas, to having a hand in the utter destruction of one Sebastian Stone on social media.
You would think after all of that our lovable jerk would behave himself for at least a little while. Well, you’d be wrong for thinking that. In a lapse of better judgment on her part, Madison has left Jace alone in her apartment while she went to run an errand. She will soon find out that leaving JPD unsupervised is a bad, bad idea. We focus on the little Devil wandering into Madison’s bedroom. Jace has his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looks around the room. He walks over and removes one hand from his pockets to rub his hand over the pink comforter on Madison’s bed.
He walks over to her nightstand and pulls open the drawer. Inside of it are a butt load of different items. From receipts, to candy, to pill bottles, and a handful of sex toys. Jace pulls out each sex toy one by one and twirls them slowly in his hand while inspecting them with his eyes. In his mind he pictures the ways and how often Madison would use each item. Once satisfied with his inspection of the toys, he places them back into the drawer. He rummages around to the bottom of the drawer where he finds some stray money that Madison had thrown in there haphazardly. A handful of $5 and $1 dollar bills that Jace shamelessly stuffs into his own pocket before closing the drawer of the nightstand.
Jace makes his way around the bed over towards the closet inside of the room. He pulls open the doors to the closet and looks over Madison’s wardrobe. From blouses, to skirts, leggings, and most notably tons of different cosplay outfits are inside. He raises his eyebrows at the different costumes before shutting the closet doors. Jace makes his way over to a large wooden dresser that sits against the wall with a big vanity mirror on top. There are pictures stuck to the corners of the mirror and the top of the dresser is cluttered with Madison’s makeup supplies. Jace pulls open the top drawer of the dresser and finds that it’s Madison’s underwear drawer.
Outside of the bedroom the door to the apartment opens and Madison walks in with her purse hung over her shoulder. She closes the door behind her and locks it. She looks around the room not seeing Jace anywhere but what she does see is the Lion from Djibouti in her kitchen. She goes to let out a frightened squeal but quickly raises her hands to cover her mouth. The Lion has somehow opened the door to the fridge and shoved his head inside to sample anything he damn well wanted inside. Madison sighs knowing having Jace and his pet with her here in her tiny apartment is going to make her go bankrupt. She quietly moves from the door into the bedroom looking for the owner of said Lion. Imagine her surprise when she finds Jace staring at himself in her vanity mirror. The cup of one of her bras is placed firmly on top of his head while he holds up a more than skimpy pair of white lace panties in his hands.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Madison silently screams hoping not to disturb the Lion in her kitchen.
“Ummmm…” Jace’s voice trails off as he quickly hides the panties behind his back while giving himself a moment to think. “Treasure hunting?”
Jace shrugs his shoulders as Madison stomps forward and snatches her bra from off of his head.
“Treasure hunting?! My underwear is not a treasure that needs hunting! What you’re doing is an invasion of privacy!” Madison stuffs the bra back into the drawer then closes it shut.
“How is it an invasion of privacy when we’re roommates?” Jace places one hand on his hip then uses the hand holding the panties into the air to point at her. “Besides, you’ve been gone all day and I’ll have you know it gets very boring in this place when you’re alone.”
“Give me those!” Madison snatches the panties from Jace’s grip. “And we are not roommates. I never agreed to let you and your beast out there… who is devouring all the food in the fridge… to just shack up with me. You invited yourselves and refused to leave!”
“So, you would leave a man and his helpless animal friend on the streets?” Jace snatches the panties back from Madison then stuffs them into his back pocket before folding his arms across his chest.
Madison reaches up and pulls at her own purple hair in frustration while growling. Madison spins on her heels and storms out of the bedroom as Jace follows behind her. Madison stops in her tracks as she sees the Lion laying on the floor next to the couch and chewing on a pair of high heeled shoes.
“Oh.My.God! Those are my most expensive pair of shoes! Those are my third date shoes! I cannot live like this!” Madison stomps her feet back and forth on the floor like a toddler having a temper tantrum.
“Live like what?” Jace asks as if he doesn’t see the destruction that’s happened in the kitchen and living room of the apartment. “It’s just a pair of shoes, it’s not like you’re going to die or something.”
“Excuse me?!” Madison spins on her heels to face Jace. “I could very well die, sir. You have a goddamn Lion in my apartment! If I can’t afford to keep this thing fed then you know what happens? He puts me on the dinner menu!” Madison gestures down at the Lion who is still happily devouring her shoes.
Jace goes to comment but Madison interrupts him.
“And let’s not gloss over the fact that since you’ve been here you’ve pretty much kicked me out of my own bedroom. You sleep in my bed like you’re more important than I am. That’s bad enough but no, I come out here to crash on the couch and this thing has already taken it. This is my apartment, I pay all the bills, and I have to sleep on the goddamn floor! Do you realize this thing farts in its sleep? You do not want to know what that thing smells like with a sour stomach!” Madison voices her displeasures with the current living situation.
“Uh, rude. That thing as you called him has a name.” Jace remarks, his voice clearly showing he’s offended by Madison’s comment.
“What?” Madison stares blankly at Jace. “You named the killing machine?”
“Was I not supposed to?” Jace inquires like having a pet Lion is the most logical thing in the world.
“What did you call it? Bottomless pit?!” Madison gestures to the open fridge where there is barely anything left.
Jace tilts his head to the side around Madison to look into the kitchen. His jaw hangs open as he moves past Madison to walk into the kitchen. Jace stares into the fridge for a moment before turning and pointing over towards the Lion.
“No fair, man! Those Chicken Fingers were mine! I put my name on them and everything!” Jace complains as if the Lion actually gives a damn.
Madison buries her head into the palm of her hand as Jace closes the fridge door. He walks back out of the kitchen as Madison raises her head.
“This thing is destroying everything, including my shoes and you’re worried about Chicken Fingers?!” Madison shouts.
“He ate the Honey Mustard and everything! Also, I told you, he is not a thing because he has a name!” Jace responds proudly defending his pet even though it bogarted his Chicken Fingers.
“I don’t care what his name is! I just want him gone!” Madison protests.
“You’re crazy, his name is totally awesome!” Jace kneels down next to the Lion then holds up the extra long collar with a name tag on it that’s around the King of the Jungles neck. “I named him Ralph, isn’t that cool?”
“Ralph? No, that’s not cool. That’s not cool at all. You should have left ‘Ralph’ back in Djibouti!” Madison points at the front door as if to will her request into existence.
“Why are you obsessed with getting rid of Ralph? What are you going to replace him with? A dog? Lame. Ralph here is a totally better guardian for the apartment than any dog you could possibly find.” Jace lowers the collar and begins to pet the beast.
Madison goes to respond but stops before she can utter a single word. She couldn’t find a way to argue with that logic, no matter how ridiculous it happened to be.
“Don’t worry, you’ll thank me for bringing Ralph here with us when the shit really hits the fan!” Jace says as he pulls himself back up to his feet.
Madison stares blankly into the void as the realization of Jace’s words. She was so busy being terrified of the Lion that she hadn’t considered the fact that ‘Ralph’ wasn’t potty trained. This predator, this beast was literally going to shit all over the floor of her apartment and just who would be cleaning it up if Jace wasn’t around? The color drains from Madison’s face as she staggers over towards the couch and flops down onto the cushions.
“My life is literally over.” Madison begins to break down on the couch however now that ‘Ralph’ is done eating her shoes he gets to his feet and leaps onto the couch.
The sheer force and mass of the Lion sends Madison and the couch itself to tip over and slam down onto the apartment floor. Jace places his hands on his hips and shakes his head like he just viewed some shenanigans in a 90’s sitcom. Jace heads off back to Madison’s bedroom to raid through her underwear drawer some more leaving Madison to fend for her life with ‘Ralph.’
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We come back to Madison’s apartment once again later in the day. However, the mess from earlier is all cleaned up and ‘Ralph’ is nowhere to be found. Madison exits her bedroom in a robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Fresh from the shower, she walks over and takes a seat on the couch next to Jace.
But this isn’t the same Jace Parker Davidson from before. This Jace is now wearing a three piece suit. He has his HOW Hall of Fame ring on his finger while holding an iPad in his hands. The OCW cameras and production crew have been long gone and for those of you new to this little journey it’s clear to tell this is not Online Championship Wrestling Jace Parker Davidson. This is High Octane Wrestling Jace Parker Davidson. Gone are the comedy theatrics and the dumbed down attitude. In its place is the stone cold killer, the member of The Board whose name carries weight where it matters the most.
There is a displeasing scowl on Jace’s face as he stares down at the iPad. Madison peaks over and sees that he is watching footage of last Monday’s OCW Massacre. Namely his backstage attack of one Amick Dogeron and then after Amick’s match where he attacked both him and OCW Savage Champion Dylan Thomas. Madison leans back on the couch and reaches up to start drying her hair with the towel on her head.
“God, why couldn’t we have just been in your house? I hate this apartment, that’s why I moved in with you and honestly? The water pressure and the amount of hot water sucks in this place.” Madison whines as she works the towel through her purple hair.
“It doesn’t fit with the story that we’re trying to play here, Madison.” Jace replies without taking his eyes off of the iPad screen.
“I don’t see why we can’t just be ourselves.” Madison pokes out her bottom lip and begins pouting.
“This isn’t High Octane Wrestling. We can’t just waltz in and slap our collective dick on the table and expect these soft motherfuckers to be able to handle it.” Jace grunts as he grips the iPad tighter.
“What is the worst that can happen?” Madison asks as she places the now wet towel on the arm of the couch.
“Well clearly it could cause a mass exodus from OCW or better yet another purge.” Jace answers. “Last thing I want to do is force Marcus Walsh’s hand to the point he has to do that again.”
“Don’t you mean Thad? He's the majority owner, correct? At least get the man’s name right.” Madison teases as she grabs a bottle of lotion and begins to moisturize her legs.
“No, not at all. I said and I meant Marcus Welsh. He’s the owner of OCW not that Spiderman cosplayer and his supposedly not French wife. I’d be more accurate calling him Peter Parker than anything else.” Jace shakes his head for a moment.
“Okay, fair point. However, wasn’t the plan to come in and completely dominate the competition and get yourself into the OCW Hall of Fame in about six months?” Madison questions.
“Like I said this roster can’t handle High Octane Wrestling’s Jace Parker Davidson. My name alone made CJ O’Donnell lose his shit and run away with his tail tucked between his legs. These are fragile individuals that aren’t battle tested from years in HOW like I’ve been.” Jace explains.
“I don’t see the problem.” Madison shrugs as she continues to rub lotion up and down her legs.
“The problem is that it won’t be any fun if I scare everyone off before I even get inside of the ring with them. This place would get very boring, very quickly then coming here would just become a waste of time.” Jace removes one hand from the iPad then reaches up and rubs over the large bandage on his neck.
“Are those War Games injuries still bothering you?” Madison puts the lotion down as she sees Jace rubbing over his neck.
“Not as badly as before but it’s still a little irritating. Solex is going to pay for what he did but I’m in OCW mode right now. In my mind Steve Solex doesn’t exist in this world.” Jace places his hand back on the iPad as Madison begins to massage the front and back of his neck with her hands.
“You should stop trying to power through it and wait until you’re fully healed.” Madison voices her concern for Jace’s well-being.
“Are you kidding me? Jace of OCW didn’t have his throat ripped open by a barbed wire top rope. I won in that wasteland called Djibouti before the War Games match. I am definitely going to see this through and win the OCW Savage Championship belt at this upcoming PPV. I’ve already missed a large chunk of this year to injury. I’m no pussy, if I can walk then I can wrestle.” Jace proclaims with a sense of pride in his voice.
“I have no idea what I am going to do to prevent losing my mind in Amish Country.” Madison shudders at the mere thought.
Jace continues to focus on the iPad but after a few moments he sighs and tosses it behind the couch in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” Madison removes her hands from his neck.
“Something just isn’t right. No matter how many times I look at this footage from last week's Massacre I keep thinking something is out of place. I won at the last PPV, I’ve become #1 contender to the OCW Savage Championship, and now I’ve got Ray-Ray as my apprentice but still something is missing.” Jace grumbles.
“Well, you sure took it to your opponents in that Savage Championship match. Even being on easy mode you still mopped the floor with them.” Madison says, trying to brighten his mood.
Jace lowers his head a bit and takes time to quietly think as Madison rubs one of her hands up and down his back. You could cut the tension with a knife until finally Jace’s head perks up as the answer finally dawns on him.
“That’s it. It’s right there in my face. It’s me that’s the problem!” Jace yells his epiphany.
“I don’t follow.” Madison replies in a confused tone.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Jace reaches into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out his cell phone.
Jace rises up from the couch and begins to dial a number on the phone. The call connects and begins ringing as Jace raises the phone up to his ear. He begins pacing back and forth across the apartment floor until a voice on the other end of the phone answers.
“Hey Devin, it’s me. I need a huge favor from you.” Jace explains.
The person on the other end talks but we can’t hear what is being said. Neither can Madison who leans back on the couch and crosses one leg over the other.
“Remember that thing you suggested before I joined OCW? Yeah, the thing that makes me and you different. Well, I’ve decided it’s time to pull the trigger.” Jace pauses as the person on the other line speaks. A smile starts to spread over Jace’s face after hearing the response from the person named Devin.
“Awesome, I definitely owe you one Devin. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Jace lowers the phone and ends the call before turning to face Madison.
“Get dressed, we need to go as soon as possible. I just found a way to fix my problem.” Jace walks around to the front of the couch and grabs Madison by the hand.
Jace pulls her up off of the couch then leads her back into the bedroom as quickly as possible leaving her wondering just what in the hell is going to happen next.
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Later that night we opened up outside of a large unnamed building. There are lights that shine through one of the windows in the front of the building to let us know there is someone or multiple someone’s inside. As we fade into the building, we find a room that appears to be some kind of laboratory. The OCW cameras and production crew have returned with us. One glance over at Jace and Madison makes it easy to tell they are back in OCW mode. They wear the same clothing as before instead of the fluffy white robe and the three piece suit. However, ‘Ralph’ is still nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s back in the apartment, maybe he’s eating the furniture, or maybe he’s shitting on the floor. These are the thoughts that race through Madison’s mind.
Jace walks around the laboratory like a kid in a candy shop. Madison just stands in place and looks around at all the different devices inside of the laboratory, clearly trying to piece together just why she was brought here. Jace is finally satisfied with everything in the laboratory then turns to look over at Madison who is still awestruck.
“This is great! I knew that my ‘mysterious caller’ would come through for me.” Jace says, clearly filled to the brim with excitement.
“Don’t you mean Devin? I believe that was what his name was.” Madison states correcting Jace.
“Nope, definitely meant ‘mysterious caller’ Madison.” Jace smiles awkwardly and nods towards the OCW cameras obviously trying to tell Madison to stay in character.
“Oh, of course. Mysterious Caller, strange things have happened since you came into my life and joined OCW.” Madison exclaims, obviously getting what Jace was putting down.
“Sure have.” Jace says with a bit of a redneck accent. “But what I figured out is that I just don’t seem to fit in with the rest of the OCW roster. I mean sure I’m better than they are, and I can handle mean words and actual competition. But the look just isn’t right.”
“What do you mean by ‘the look?'” Madison questions, looking for a more detailed explanation.
“Just look at me and look at you, what do you see that is different between the two of us? Jace answers Madison's question with a question of his own.
“Obviously it’s the fact that you have a penis while I have boobs and a vagina. Wait, you didn’t bring me all the way out here to show me your penis? For the love of God keep that thing in your pants. I am NOT Sloane Taylor.” Madison says with emphasis.
“Wrong, try again.” Jace rolls his eyes at the mention of Sloane.
Madison takes a moment to look down at her body before raising her head to look over at Jace. Her line of vision goes back and forth between the two of them as she tries to find the answer to Jace’s riddle.
“Yeah, I have no idea what you’re trying to get at.” Madison states in a defeated tone.
Jace walks over towards Madison then reaches out and pinches her arm with his fingers. Madison jumps slightly from the pain before going to hit Jace. However, Jace straightens out one of his own arms and places it right beside Madison’s arm.
“It’s the skin!” Jace says using his free hand to point between their two arms. “I am a rarity in this business. I am someone who doesn’t resemble some celebrity, influencer, or athlete. My look is completely original, but I stick out like a sore thumb in a group full of impersonators.”
“And you’re complaining about that?” Madison asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I mean in the grand scheme of things? No, but in OCW this is an issue that I need to resolve soon. I have to think about how this is going to come across to the OCW audience. How I’m going to look on the OCW website, and how I am going to look standing next to Garry Ray-Ray Nelson.” Jace lowers his arm and begins to move around the laboratory.
“But you’ve always been so proud and boastful about this, especially on Twitter.” Madison added.
“And I still will be but if I expect to conquer a jungle I have to blend in with the scenery. This will be for OCW purposes only. See I look like this but you, my sister, everyone I hold dear do not. It’s like you’re all just bit players in this story of my life.” Jace looks directly at one of the cameras and winks.
“Okay, but I still don’t understand how you’re going to fix this problem. I mean, you’re not magic like Sebastian Stone, are you?” The comparison even makes Madison a little uncomfortable.
“Sebastian Stone isn’t magic, he’s ‘special’ and if I was ‘special’ I would be hiding behind a locked Twitter account like him, Alexandra Calaway, and CJ O’Donnell.” Jace once again looks directly into the camera and waves his hand in a very sarcastic greeting motion.
“That’s good because I was totally starting to judge you, more than I already do.” Madison responds as she folds her arms across her chest.
“No, I’ll still be me but I’ll just look like you and everyone else. I know it’s risky but like I said earlier if I want to conquer this jungle then I need to become a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Lucky for me the very thing I need is right here inside of this laboratory.” Jace turns and gestures to the back of the laboratory to a large piece of equipment hiding under a large tarp like cover.
Madison has a skeptical look on her face as Jace begins to walk towards the equipment. Madison slowly follows behind him until Jace stops right in front of the equipment. He reaches down and pulls the tarp away to reveal a large device that looks something straight out of the movie ‘The Fly’ to Madison’s surprise. Also, a bootleg version of the movie ‘The Fly’ coming soon to the Splat Network. Starring some wrestler who couldn’t act their way out of a game of peek-a-boo with an infant.
“Have you turned into some kind of mad scientist?” Madison wonders out loud, afraid of knowing the answer.
“No, that sounds like a failed OCW gimmick. Almost as bad as Sebastian Stone being the Wish.com version of Tyler Best. This machine is a hidden piece of technology that few people have knowledge even exists.” Jace says proudly.
“But isn’t the story… I mean concept the fact that you’re from a different dimension that came here through something called the ‘Portal Potty?’” Madison leans in and whispers as lowly as she can towards Jace.
“Well, it was but plans changed. I found out that the Portal Potty is something that is supposedly ‘owned’ by the Strader family. I’m sure you already know how they act when something they claim is theirs doesn’t go the way that they have it scripted to go. Last thing I need is frivolous lawsuits about something that is nothing more than a dumb idea to begin with.” Jace remarks before clearing his throat.
Madison signs and raises her hands into the air to rub her temples. She knew Jace was absolutely right but that didn’t mean that the situations weren’t any less stupid. Madison takes a deep breath then lowers her hands while pretending none of that was ever said.
“Anyway, how does this thing work?” Madison tries to add some enthusiasm into her voice.
“It’s called The Fisher Price Machine and I’m sure somewhere out there in the world Vhodka Black and the rest of the former FIGHTNYC staff just got triggered. This will turn me into The Fisher Price version of a professional wrestler and all the board feds on Twitter will wet themselves trying to sign me. You want to know how it works? Allow me to show you.” Jace puts his arm around Madison’s back and leads her towards the control panel of the device.
Madison watches quietly as Jace begins randomly pushing buttons and flipping switches on the control panel. How does someone like Jace know how to work such a complicated device? Who cares? Get the fuck out of here with your logic. Just enjoy the goddamn story, asshole. Jace finishes with the control panel then turns towards Madison.
“Now I’m going to get inside that chamber over there. Once I am in, I will give you the signal and all you have to do is pull this lever.” Jace explains as he points down to said lever.
“I can do that but I’m telling you right now. If this thing ends up killing you? I am out of this motherfucker faster than the speed of light. I am not going to jail over your stupidity. I’ll come out as dumb as Amick Dogeron, Killa Kali, Roach, or that Chester K person.” Madison insists.
“Fair but it could be worse. You could end up brain dead after prison like Mike Zybala or that Ray-Ray knock off named Ball Ball.” Jace teases.
Madison rolls her eyes as Jace walks over and opens the door to the chamber. Jace steps inside then closes the door behind him. Once he’s settled inside Jace gives a thumbs up towards Madison to let her know he’s ready. Madison crosses her fingers for luck on one hand while pulling the lever with the other.
Loud noises echo off the walls of the laboratory. Lights flash all around the device like some kind of Christmas tree from the future. Smoke begins to build around the chamber and starts to fill the laboratory. Madison tries to calm her nerves while thinking Jace is done for. Even the OCW cameramen and production crew slowly begin to step backwards towards the door. All of this smoke, lights, and noise would be really cool if you were high viewing all of this. But ummm, I don’t want to be fired for saying that. So, say no to drugs, kids. After what seems like forever a beep is heard like one from a microwave after your dinner is done. Hot on the outside, but still fucking frozen on the inside. It is followed by the sound of bread popping up from a toaster after being turned a golden brown.
I’m really just hungry folks, being on a diet fucking sucks.
The smoke that has consumed the room and made vision towards the chamber simply impossible. The sound of the chamber door opening cuts through the thick smoke followed by the sound of footsteps. Everyone inside of the laboratory waits with bated breath as the sound of the footsteps get closer and closer. Madison waves her hand back and forth in the air trying to make the smoke move out of her line of vision. Suddenly out of the smoke appears Jace Parker Davidson or rather what used to look like Jace Parker Davidson. Madison lays eyes on the person in front of her and her jaw drops to the floor at the sight of the new, improved, OCW JPD. Clearly the device works.
“Fucking Hawwwwwt. I mean… uh, boy it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Damn smoke is going to give us all cancer.” Madison stumbles over her words as she begins fanning herself with her hand.
Madison eyeball fucks Jace’s new appearance as everyone in the laboratory just stands in awkward silence. Madison reaches up and wipes away the drool that is covering her lips and chin with her hand. She picks her jaw off of the floor as Jace steps forward with a confused look on his face.
“Did it work? Do I look just like the 97% of the wrestling industry? Am I hideous? Did I make a mistake doing this?” Jace fires off the questions rapidly.
“...Yes.” Madison answers as she continues to stare.
“Yes? Wait, which question are you answering?” Jace seeks an explanation from Madison.
“...Yes… Fuck Yes.” Madison responds while wiping her mouth with her hand once again.
Jace shakes his head and looks around the laboratory for a mirror to find the answers he seeks. Madison turns towards the cameras and production crew through the smoke and forces them out of the building as quickly as she can.
What does Jace look like now?
Is he a hideous mutant?
Does he look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in this prime?
Does he look like Big Bifford, just double the weight?
Maybe he looks like SHE-LS under her mask?
Honestly, the only way to find out is to tune into Massacre this Monday. If it’s not revealed there on Massacre then clearly tune into Reformation in Amish Country. Either way, just keep tuning into all OCW broadcasts. Clearly we need the ratings and the money will help pay Jace a living wage and maybe move out of Madison’s tiny apartment. Also, Lion’s eat a lot and food ain’t cheap. Furthermore I would like a little kickback on the cash flow too. This free internship bullshit ain’t going to get the power back on in my trailer.
I’m so fucking tired of eating off brand cereal and spoiled milk three times a day. It would be nice not having to do this job on the toilet while I pee from my butthole.
It fucking burns and I’m almost out of toilet paper.
Send help.
Sorry… this isn’t about me… us.
This is about the apartment of OCW employee Madison Carter who after the trip to Djibouti had unfortunately housed current OCW Wrestler Jace Parker Davidson. It wasn’t a decision that she had agreed to in the slightest bit but Mr. Davidson only hears the things that he chooses to hear. If you’ve been following along since the Big Game Hunting PPV? Then you know this scamp has been quite the menace both inside of OCW and outside of it as well. From attacking both Amick Dogeron and Dylan Thomas, to having a hand in the utter destruction of one Sebastian Stone on social media.
You would think after all of that our lovable jerk would behave himself for at least a little while. Well, you’d be wrong for thinking that. In a lapse of better judgment on her part, Madison has left Jace alone in her apartment while she went to run an errand. She will soon find out that leaving JPD unsupervised is a bad, bad idea. We focus on the little Devil wandering into Madison’s bedroom. Jace has his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looks around the room. He walks over and removes one hand from his pockets to rub his hand over the pink comforter on Madison’s bed.
He walks over to her nightstand and pulls open the drawer. Inside of it are a butt load of different items. From receipts, to candy, to pill bottles, and a handful of sex toys. Jace pulls out each sex toy one by one and twirls them slowly in his hand while inspecting them with his eyes. In his mind he pictures the ways and how often Madison would use each item. Once satisfied with his inspection of the toys, he places them back into the drawer. He rummages around to the bottom of the drawer where he finds some stray money that Madison had thrown in there haphazardly. A handful of $5 and $1 dollar bills that Jace shamelessly stuffs into his own pocket before closing the drawer of the nightstand.
Jace makes his way around the bed over towards the closet inside of the room. He pulls open the doors to the closet and looks over Madison’s wardrobe. From blouses, to skirts, leggings, and most notably tons of different cosplay outfits are inside. He raises his eyebrows at the different costumes before shutting the closet doors. Jace makes his way over to a large wooden dresser that sits against the wall with a big vanity mirror on top. There are pictures stuck to the corners of the mirror and the top of the dresser is cluttered with Madison’s makeup supplies. Jace pulls open the top drawer of the dresser and finds that it’s Madison’s underwear drawer.
Outside of the bedroom the door to the apartment opens and Madison walks in with her purse hung over her shoulder. She closes the door behind her and locks it. She looks around the room not seeing Jace anywhere but what she does see is the Lion from Djibouti in her kitchen. She goes to let out a frightened squeal but quickly raises her hands to cover her mouth. The Lion has somehow opened the door to the fridge and shoved his head inside to sample anything he damn well wanted inside. Madison sighs knowing having Jace and his pet with her here in her tiny apartment is going to make her go bankrupt. She quietly moves from the door into the bedroom looking for the owner of said Lion. Imagine her surprise when she finds Jace staring at himself in her vanity mirror. The cup of one of her bras is placed firmly on top of his head while he holds up a more than skimpy pair of white lace panties in his hands.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Madison silently screams hoping not to disturb the Lion in her kitchen.
“Ummmm…” Jace’s voice trails off as he quickly hides the panties behind his back while giving himself a moment to think. “Treasure hunting?”
Jace shrugs his shoulders as Madison stomps forward and snatches her bra from off of his head.
“Treasure hunting?! My underwear is not a treasure that needs hunting! What you’re doing is an invasion of privacy!” Madison stuffs the bra back into the drawer then closes it shut.
“How is it an invasion of privacy when we’re roommates?” Jace places one hand on his hip then uses the hand holding the panties into the air to point at her. “Besides, you’ve been gone all day and I’ll have you know it gets very boring in this place when you’re alone.”
“Give me those!” Madison snatches the panties from Jace’s grip. “And we are not roommates. I never agreed to let you and your beast out there… who is devouring all the food in the fridge… to just shack up with me. You invited yourselves and refused to leave!”
“So, you would leave a man and his helpless animal friend on the streets?” Jace snatches the panties back from Madison then stuffs them into his back pocket before folding his arms across his chest.
Madison reaches up and pulls at her own purple hair in frustration while growling. Madison spins on her heels and storms out of the bedroom as Jace follows behind her. Madison stops in her tracks as she sees the Lion laying on the floor next to the couch and chewing on a pair of high heeled shoes.
“Oh.My.God! Those are my most expensive pair of shoes! Those are my third date shoes! I cannot live like this!” Madison stomps her feet back and forth on the floor like a toddler having a temper tantrum.
“Live like what?” Jace asks as if he doesn’t see the destruction that’s happened in the kitchen and living room of the apartment. “It’s just a pair of shoes, it’s not like you’re going to die or something.”
“Excuse me?!” Madison spins on her heels to face Jace. “I could very well die, sir. You have a goddamn Lion in my apartment! If I can’t afford to keep this thing fed then you know what happens? He puts me on the dinner menu!” Madison gestures down at the Lion who is still happily devouring her shoes.
Jace goes to comment but Madison interrupts him.
“And let’s not gloss over the fact that since you’ve been here you’ve pretty much kicked me out of my own bedroom. You sleep in my bed like you’re more important than I am. That’s bad enough but no, I come out here to crash on the couch and this thing has already taken it. This is my apartment, I pay all the bills, and I have to sleep on the goddamn floor! Do you realize this thing farts in its sleep? You do not want to know what that thing smells like with a sour stomach!” Madison voices her displeasures with the current living situation.
“Uh, rude. That thing as you called him has a name.” Jace remarks, his voice clearly showing he’s offended by Madison’s comment.
“What?” Madison stares blankly at Jace. “You named the killing machine?”
“Was I not supposed to?” Jace inquires like having a pet Lion is the most logical thing in the world.
“What did you call it? Bottomless pit?!” Madison gestures to the open fridge where there is barely anything left.
Jace tilts his head to the side around Madison to look into the kitchen. His jaw hangs open as he moves past Madison to walk into the kitchen. Jace stares into the fridge for a moment before turning and pointing over towards the Lion.
“No fair, man! Those Chicken Fingers were mine! I put my name on them and everything!” Jace complains as if the Lion actually gives a damn.
Madison buries her head into the palm of her hand as Jace closes the fridge door. He walks back out of the kitchen as Madison raises her head.
“This thing is destroying everything, including my shoes and you’re worried about Chicken Fingers?!” Madison shouts.
“He ate the Honey Mustard and everything! Also, I told you, he is not a thing because he has a name!” Jace responds proudly defending his pet even though it bogarted his Chicken Fingers.
“I don’t care what his name is! I just want him gone!” Madison protests.
“You’re crazy, his name is totally awesome!” Jace kneels down next to the Lion then holds up the extra long collar with a name tag on it that’s around the King of the Jungles neck. “I named him Ralph, isn’t that cool?”
“Ralph? No, that’s not cool. That’s not cool at all. You should have left ‘Ralph’ back in Djibouti!” Madison points at the front door as if to will her request into existence.
“Why are you obsessed with getting rid of Ralph? What are you going to replace him with? A dog? Lame. Ralph here is a totally better guardian for the apartment than any dog you could possibly find.” Jace lowers the collar and begins to pet the beast.
Madison goes to respond but stops before she can utter a single word. She couldn’t find a way to argue with that logic, no matter how ridiculous it happened to be.
“Don’t worry, you’ll thank me for bringing Ralph here with us when the shit really hits the fan!” Jace says as he pulls himself back up to his feet.
Madison stares blankly into the void as the realization of Jace’s words. She was so busy being terrified of the Lion that she hadn’t considered the fact that ‘Ralph’ wasn’t potty trained. This predator, this beast was literally going to shit all over the floor of her apartment and just who would be cleaning it up if Jace wasn’t around? The color drains from Madison’s face as she staggers over towards the couch and flops down onto the cushions.
“My life is literally over.” Madison begins to break down on the couch however now that ‘Ralph’ is done eating her shoes he gets to his feet and leaps onto the couch.
The sheer force and mass of the Lion sends Madison and the couch itself to tip over and slam down onto the apartment floor. Jace places his hands on his hips and shakes his head like he just viewed some shenanigans in a 90’s sitcom. Jace heads off back to Madison’s bedroom to raid through her underwear drawer some more leaving Madison to fend for her life with ‘Ralph.’
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We come back to Madison’s apartment once again later in the day. However, the mess from earlier is all cleaned up and ‘Ralph’ is nowhere to be found. Madison exits her bedroom in a robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Fresh from the shower, she walks over and takes a seat on the couch next to Jace.
But this isn’t the same Jace Parker Davidson from before. This Jace is now wearing a three piece suit. He has his HOW Hall of Fame ring on his finger while holding an iPad in his hands. The OCW cameras and production crew have been long gone and for those of you new to this little journey it’s clear to tell this is not Online Championship Wrestling Jace Parker Davidson. This is High Octane Wrestling Jace Parker Davidson. Gone are the comedy theatrics and the dumbed down attitude. In its place is the stone cold killer, the member of The Board whose name carries weight where it matters the most.
There is a displeasing scowl on Jace’s face as he stares down at the iPad. Madison peaks over and sees that he is watching footage of last Monday’s OCW Massacre. Namely his backstage attack of one Amick Dogeron and then after Amick’s match where he attacked both him and OCW Savage Champion Dylan Thomas. Madison leans back on the couch and reaches up to start drying her hair with the towel on her head.
“God, why couldn’t we have just been in your house? I hate this apartment, that’s why I moved in with you and honestly? The water pressure and the amount of hot water sucks in this place.” Madison whines as she works the towel through her purple hair.
“It doesn’t fit with the story that we’re trying to play here, Madison.” Jace replies without taking his eyes off of the iPad screen.
“I don’t see why we can’t just be ourselves.” Madison pokes out her bottom lip and begins pouting.
“This isn’t High Octane Wrestling. We can’t just waltz in and slap our collective dick on the table and expect these soft motherfuckers to be able to handle it.” Jace grunts as he grips the iPad tighter.
“What is the worst that can happen?” Madison asks as she places the now wet towel on the arm of the couch.
“Well clearly it could cause a mass exodus from OCW or better yet another purge.” Jace answers. “Last thing I want to do is force Marcus Walsh’s hand to the point he has to do that again.”
“Don’t you mean Thad? He's the majority owner, correct? At least get the man’s name right.” Madison teases as she grabs a bottle of lotion and begins to moisturize her legs.
“No, not at all. I said and I meant Marcus Welsh. He’s the owner of OCW not that Spiderman cosplayer and his supposedly not French wife. I’d be more accurate calling him Peter Parker than anything else.” Jace shakes his head for a moment.
“Okay, fair point. However, wasn’t the plan to come in and completely dominate the competition and get yourself into the OCW Hall of Fame in about six months?” Madison questions.
“Like I said this roster can’t handle High Octane Wrestling’s Jace Parker Davidson. My name alone made CJ O’Donnell lose his shit and run away with his tail tucked between his legs. These are fragile individuals that aren’t battle tested from years in HOW like I’ve been.” Jace explains.
“I don’t see the problem.” Madison shrugs as she continues to rub lotion up and down her legs.
“The problem is that it won’t be any fun if I scare everyone off before I even get inside of the ring with them. This place would get very boring, very quickly then coming here would just become a waste of time.” Jace removes one hand from the iPad then reaches up and rubs over the large bandage on his neck.
“Are those War Games injuries still bothering you?” Madison puts the lotion down as she sees Jace rubbing over his neck.
“Not as badly as before but it’s still a little irritating. Solex is going to pay for what he did but I’m in OCW mode right now. In my mind Steve Solex doesn’t exist in this world.” Jace places his hand back on the iPad as Madison begins to massage the front and back of his neck with her hands.
“You should stop trying to power through it and wait until you’re fully healed.” Madison voices her concern for Jace’s well-being.
“Are you kidding me? Jace of OCW didn’t have his throat ripped open by a barbed wire top rope. I won in that wasteland called Djibouti before the War Games match. I am definitely going to see this through and win the OCW Savage Championship belt at this upcoming PPV. I’ve already missed a large chunk of this year to injury. I’m no pussy, if I can walk then I can wrestle.” Jace proclaims with a sense of pride in his voice.
“I have no idea what I am going to do to prevent losing my mind in Amish Country.” Madison shudders at the mere thought.
Jace continues to focus on the iPad but after a few moments he sighs and tosses it behind the couch in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” Madison removes her hands from his neck.
“Something just isn’t right. No matter how many times I look at this footage from last week's Massacre I keep thinking something is out of place. I won at the last PPV, I’ve become #1 contender to the OCW Savage Championship, and now I’ve got Ray-Ray as my apprentice but still something is missing.” Jace grumbles.
“Well, you sure took it to your opponents in that Savage Championship match. Even being on easy mode you still mopped the floor with them.” Madison says, trying to brighten his mood.
Jace lowers his head a bit and takes time to quietly think as Madison rubs one of her hands up and down his back. You could cut the tension with a knife until finally Jace’s head perks up as the answer finally dawns on him.
“That’s it. It’s right there in my face. It’s me that’s the problem!” Jace yells his epiphany.
“I don’t follow.” Madison replies in a confused tone.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Jace reaches into the pocket of his blazer and pulls out his cell phone.
Jace rises up from the couch and begins to dial a number on the phone. The call connects and begins ringing as Jace raises the phone up to his ear. He begins pacing back and forth across the apartment floor until a voice on the other end of the phone answers.
“Hey Devin, it’s me. I need a huge favor from you.” Jace explains.
The person on the other end talks but we can’t hear what is being said. Neither can Madison who leans back on the couch and crosses one leg over the other.
“Remember that thing you suggested before I joined OCW? Yeah, the thing that makes me and you different. Well, I’ve decided it’s time to pull the trigger.” Jace pauses as the person on the other line speaks. A smile starts to spread over Jace’s face after hearing the response from the person named Devin.
“Awesome, I definitely owe you one Devin. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Jace lowers the phone and ends the call before turning to face Madison.
“Get dressed, we need to go as soon as possible. I just found a way to fix my problem.” Jace walks around to the front of the couch and grabs Madison by the hand.
Jace pulls her up off of the couch then leads her back into the bedroom as quickly as possible leaving her wondering just what in the hell is going to happen next.
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Later that night we opened up outside of a large unnamed building. There are lights that shine through one of the windows in the front of the building to let us know there is someone or multiple someone’s inside. As we fade into the building, we find a room that appears to be some kind of laboratory. The OCW cameras and production crew have returned with us. One glance over at Jace and Madison makes it easy to tell they are back in OCW mode. They wear the same clothing as before instead of the fluffy white robe and the three piece suit. However, ‘Ralph’ is still nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s back in the apartment, maybe he’s eating the furniture, or maybe he’s shitting on the floor. These are the thoughts that race through Madison’s mind.
Jace walks around the laboratory like a kid in a candy shop. Madison just stands in place and looks around at all the different devices inside of the laboratory, clearly trying to piece together just why she was brought here. Jace is finally satisfied with everything in the laboratory then turns to look over at Madison who is still awestruck.
“This is great! I knew that my ‘mysterious caller’ would come through for me.” Jace says, clearly filled to the brim with excitement.
“Don’t you mean Devin? I believe that was what his name was.” Madison states correcting Jace.
“Nope, definitely meant ‘mysterious caller’ Madison.” Jace smiles awkwardly and nods towards the OCW cameras obviously trying to tell Madison to stay in character.
“Oh, of course. Mysterious Caller, strange things have happened since you came into my life and joined OCW.” Madison exclaims, obviously getting what Jace was putting down.
“Sure have.” Jace says with a bit of a redneck accent. “But what I figured out is that I just don’t seem to fit in with the rest of the OCW roster. I mean sure I’m better than they are, and I can handle mean words and actual competition. But the look just isn’t right.”
“What do you mean by ‘the look?'” Madison questions, looking for a more detailed explanation.
“Just look at me and look at you, what do you see that is different between the two of us? Jace answers Madison's question with a question of his own.
“Obviously it’s the fact that you have a penis while I have boobs and a vagina. Wait, you didn’t bring me all the way out here to show me your penis? For the love of God keep that thing in your pants. I am NOT Sloane Taylor.” Madison says with emphasis.
“Wrong, try again.” Jace rolls his eyes at the mention of Sloane.
Madison takes a moment to look down at her body before raising her head to look over at Jace. Her line of vision goes back and forth between the two of them as she tries to find the answer to Jace’s riddle.
“Yeah, I have no idea what you’re trying to get at.” Madison states in a defeated tone.
Jace walks over towards Madison then reaches out and pinches her arm with his fingers. Madison jumps slightly from the pain before going to hit Jace. However, Jace straightens out one of his own arms and places it right beside Madison’s arm.
“It’s the skin!” Jace says using his free hand to point between their two arms. “I am a rarity in this business. I am someone who doesn’t resemble some celebrity, influencer, or athlete. My look is completely original, but I stick out like a sore thumb in a group full of impersonators.”
“And you’re complaining about that?” Madison asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I mean in the grand scheme of things? No, but in OCW this is an issue that I need to resolve soon. I have to think about how this is going to come across to the OCW audience. How I’m going to look on the OCW website, and how I am going to look standing next to Garry Ray-Ray Nelson.” Jace lowers his arm and begins to move around the laboratory.
“But you’ve always been so proud and boastful about this, especially on Twitter.” Madison added.
“And I still will be but if I expect to conquer a jungle I have to blend in with the scenery. This will be for OCW purposes only. See I look like this but you, my sister, everyone I hold dear do not. It’s like you’re all just bit players in this story of my life.” Jace looks directly at one of the cameras and winks.
“Okay, but I still don’t understand how you’re going to fix this problem. I mean, you’re not magic like Sebastian Stone, are you?” The comparison even makes Madison a little uncomfortable.
“Sebastian Stone isn’t magic, he’s ‘special’ and if I was ‘special’ I would be hiding behind a locked Twitter account like him, Alexandra Calaway, and CJ O’Donnell.” Jace once again looks directly into the camera and waves his hand in a very sarcastic greeting motion.
“That’s good because I was totally starting to judge you, more than I already do.” Madison responds as she folds her arms across her chest.
“No, I’ll still be me but I’ll just look like you and everyone else. I know it’s risky but like I said earlier if I want to conquer this jungle then I need to become a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Lucky for me the very thing I need is right here inside of this laboratory.” Jace turns and gestures to the back of the laboratory to a large piece of equipment hiding under a large tarp like cover.
Madison has a skeptical look on her face as Jace begins to walk towards the equipment. Madison slowly follows behind him until Jace stops right in front of the equipment. He reaches down and pulls the tarp away to reveal a large device that looks something straight out of the movie ‘The Fly’ to Madison’s surprise. Also, a bootleg version of the movie ‘The Fly’ coming soon to the Splat Network. Starring some wrestler who couldn’t act their way out of a game of peek-a-boo with an infant.
“Have you turned into some kind of mad scientist?” Madison wonders out loud, afraid of knowing the answer.
“No, that sounds like a failed OCW gimmick. Almost as bad as Sebastian Stone being the Wish.com version of Tyler Best. This machine is a hidden piece of technology that few people have knowledge even exists.” Jace says proudly.
“But isn’t the story… I mean concept the fact that you’re from a different dimension that came here through something called the ‘Portal Potty?’” Madison leans in and whispers as lowly as she can towards Jace.
“Well, it was but plans changed. I found out that the Portal Potty is something that is supposedly ‘owned’ by the Strader family. I’m sure you already know how they act when something they claim is theirs doesn’t go the way that they have it scripted to go. Last thing I need is frivolous lawsuits about something that is nothing more than a dumb idea to begin with.” Jace remarks before clearing his throat.
Madison signs and raises her hands into the air to rub her temples. She knew Jace was absolutely right but that didn’t mean that the situations weren’t any less stupid. Madison takes a deep breath then lowers her hands while pretending none of that was ever said.
“Anyway, how does this thing work?” Madison tries to add some enthusiasm into her voice.
“It’s called The Fisher Price Machine and I’m sure somewhere out there in the world Vhodka Black and the rest of the former FIGHTNYC staff just got triggered. This will turn me into The Fisher Price version of a professional wrestler and all the board feds on Twitter will wet themselves trying to sign me. You want to know how it works? Allow me to show you.” Jace puts his arm around Madison’s back and leads her towards the control panel of the device.
Madison watches quietly as Jace begins randomly pushing buttons and flipping switches on the control panel. How does someone like Jace know how to work such a complicated device? Who cares? Get the fuck out of here with your logic. Just enjoy the goddamn story, asshole. Jace finishes with the control panel then turns towards Madison.
“Now I’m going to get inside that chamber over there. Once I am in, I will give you the signal and all you have to do is pull this lever.” Jace explains as he points down to said lever.
“I can do that but I’m telling you right now. If this thing ends up killing you? I am out of this motherfucker faster than the speed of light. I am not going to jail over your stupidity. I’ll come out as dumb as Amick Dogeron, Killa Kali, Roach, or that Chester K person.” Madison insists.
“Fair but it could be worse. You could end up brain dead after prison like Mike Zybala or that Ray-Ray knock off named Ball Ball.” Jace teases.
Madison rolls her eyes as Jace walks over and opens the door to the chamber. Jace steps inside then closes the door behind him. Once he’s settled inside Jace gives a thumbs up towards Madison to let her know he’s ready. Madison crosses her fingers for luck on one hand while pulling the lever with the other.
Loud noises echo off the walls of the laboratory. Lights flash all around the device like some kind of Christmas tree from the future. Smoke begins to build around the chamber and starts to fill the laboratory. Madison tries to calm her nerves while thinking Jace is done for. Even the OCW cameramen and production crew slowly begin to step backwards towards the door. All of this smoke, lights, and noise would be really cool if you were high viewing all of this. But ummm, I don’t want to be fired for saying that. So, say no to drugs, kids. After what seems like forever a beep is heard like one from a microwave after your dinner is done. Hot on the outside, but still fucking frozen on the inside. It is followed by the sound of bread popping up from a toaster after being turned a golden brown.
I’m really just hungry folks, being on a diet fucking sucks.
The smoke that has consumed the room and made vision towards the chamber simply impossible. The sound of the chamber door opening cuts through the thick smoke followed by the sound of footsteps. Everyone inside of the laboratory waits with bated breath as the sound of the footsteps get closer and closer. Madison waves her hand back and forth in the air trying to make the smoke move out of her line of vision. Suddenly out of the smoke appears Jace Parker Davidson or rather what used to look like Jace Parker Davidson. Madison lays eyes on the person in front of her and her jaw drops to the floor at the sight of the new, improved, OCW JPD. Clearly the device works.
“Fucking Hawwwwwt. I mean… uh, boy it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Damn smoke is going to give us all cancer.” Madison stumbles over her words as she begins fanning herself with her hand.
Madison eyeball fucks Jace’s new appearance as everyone in the laboratory just stands in awkward silence. Madison reaches up and wipes away the drool that is covering her lips and chin with her hand. She picks her jaw off of the floor as Jace steps forward with a confused look on his face.
“Did it work? Do I look just like the 97% of the wrestling industry? Am I hideous? Did I make a mistake doing this?” Jace fires off the questions rapidly.
“...Yes.” Madison answers as she continues to stare.
“Yes? Wait, which question are you answering?” Jace seeks an explanation from Madison.
“...Yes… Fuck Yes.” Madison responds while wiping her mouth with her hand once again.
Jace shakes his head and looks around the laboratory for a mirror to find the answers he seeks. Madison turns towards the cameras and production crew through the smoke and forces them out of the building as quickly as she can.
What does Jace look like now?
Is he a hideous mutant?
Does he look like Arnold Schwarzenegger in this prime?
Does he look like Big Bifford, just double the weight?
Maybe he looks like SHE-LS under her mask?
Honestly, the only way to find out is to tune into Massacre this Monday. If it’s not revealed there on Massacre then clearly tune into Reformation in Amish Country. Either way, just keep tuning into all OCW broadcasts. Clearly we need the ratings and the money will help pay Jace a living wage and maybe move out of Madison’s tiny apartment. Also, Lion’s eat a lot and food ain’t cheap. Furthermore I would like a little kickback on the cash flow too. This free internship bullshit ain’t going to get the power back on in my trailer.
I’m so fucking tired of eating off brand cereal and spoiled milk three times a day. It would be nice not having to do this job on the toilet while I pee from my butthole.
It fucking burns and I’m almost out of toilet paper.
Send help.