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Amerikan Horror Story Pt. I / Divine Supremacy Talk I
Topic Started: Dec 24 2017, 11:48 AM (233 Views)
Johnny Evil

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“Listen, I’m not crazy.”

Mama Evil looked at Johnny as he paced around his upstairs loft in the downtown section of Detroit, Michigan. She neglected to mention that he was suffering from what she had begun to assume was Dissociative Identity Disorder. For weeks she had watched him have aimless conversations with his deceased fiancee in which he himself would reply to. It was bad enough that he neglected to listen to doctors orders in the past few months telling him that he should take a break from wrestling, possibly retire due to a number of concussions and head injuries. Along with finding no solace to cope with the stress brought on from Dahlia’s death a little over a year ago, followed by the death of his partner Adrian Tanner Jr only several months ago… it was safe to say that going crazy was a long time in the making, and how it didn’t happen sooner was beyond belief.

“I think I would know if I was fucking crazy…”

Johnny pressed his arm against the window and leaned his head upon it, looking at the rain-drops as they trickled down the glass. He peered out the window into the distance and looked at the ripples coming from the puddles in the street that rested under the lighting given off from the telephone pole. Shaking his head in disagreement, he took a deep breath and pulled himself away from the window. It was at this point the alter identity of Dahlia Black broke through for a moment...

“Johnny, you’re not crazy sweetheart. You just need to continue to do what you do best.”

He bit his lip for a moment and paced away from the window, eyeing Mama Evil who was sitting on the couch. He caught glimpse of her rolling her eyes, but he chose to ignore it. That was his mother after all. He knew how hard it was on her, raising him for all those years by herself. That’s why he broke into the business, she didn’t have the need to want for nothing and he took care of her after making big pay days off fights and putting his body through hell in the process. He stopped and bit his lip as he thought for a moment, before replying to himself.

“Yeah, but what I do best isn’t giving me the release that I need anymore. Christ, I may very well be one concussion away from mental retardation?”

He closed his eyes and took a breath. At that point his breathing changed and mellowed out. A sigh soon followed as his body became more relaxed and his posture grew less tense. Some might say almost feminine.

“Baby, you are blessed… Look at all that you have been through. You’re my demented little Superman… It’s not that it’s not giving you the release that you need. You have to stop being a pushover to these fucking clowns in the wrestling business. You need to make them suffer like they have made you suffer for years...”

His body tensed up as he clenched his fists in rage and stomped his foot upon the carpet as if he was throwing a fit. Shouting he continued…

“CLAW THEIR FUCKING EYES OUT!!”

It was the hatred for the sport growing inside his Dahlia Black personality. The outburst made Mama Evil jump as she grew startled. She cringed before relaxing again and growing a worried facial expression as she watched her only son pace around his living room. The body movements and actions were not that of his own.

He ran his fingers through his hair and flicked it out of his face before letting out a grunt and rubbing his fingers upon his temple. He closed his eyes tight and endured the pain for a moment, afterall… those fucking migraines were nothing to play with. Starting to laugh, he was back to his normal self once more.

Talk about on and off…

It was at this point that Mama Evil injected herself into the conversation.


”Had you given thought to what I had told you?”

Johnny knew what she was talking about, but he began to pace around aimlessly looking along the entertainment center as if he was searching for something. This was obviously a tactic of evasion. Still, Mama Evil stayed persistent as her eyes followed every single movement he made. Feeling as if those same eyes were looming over him with heavy judgement, he looked in her direction.

”Yeah, I thought about it. I don’t need a psych doctor all up in my business trying to tell me how I can be ‘the best person possible’.”

He indeed used emphasis on the last part of that statement, lifting his hands and gesturing quotations by way of hand signals. As he dropped his hands, this obviously was something the other side of Evil didn’t want to hear… at all.

”You don’t need a damn doctor, that’s absurd!”

Evil smacks his lips in disgust and walks away from the entertainment center with a frustrated look upon his face. Dahlia has obviously been upset.

”Those fucking head doctors don’t know shit. All they want to do is hype people up on head-meds and make people believe that they have problems that don’t even exist. Before long people start believing the shit that they say and they become dependant!!”

He cringes at the thought or should we say… she cringes at the thought. Psychiatrists give Dahlia the heebie jeebies. Clenching his fists, he stomps upon the carpet.

”It’s such bull!

Shaking the thought off Johnny walks over to the recliner and drops down into it, allowing his body to relax. As he closes his eyes and fold his hands up. Resting them upon his lap, his breathing pattern totally changes in an instant.

”There you have it…”

Opening his eyes, he looks back at his mother and smiles with nothing but assurance.

”That’s two people telling you that I don’t need to see a doctor…

Mama Evil really didn’t want to break it to him. After all, that is the worst thing to do in a situation like this. Still, she had to make her point somehow.

”Listen my son… If you’re not going to do it for me or yourself. At least do it for your daughter. Even if there’s nothing wrong with you… it couldn’t hurt.

Evil turns his head an looks down to the hall to Baby Rhiannon’s room in which his little princess is sound asleep. He and Dahlia would do anything for their daughter. He looked back toward his mother as he gave a subtle shrug of the shoulders and a quick nod of the head.

”I guess it couldn’t hurt?”

Somewhere in between that comment, his body shivered as goosebumps began to emerge upon his skin. He glanced toward the room once more and bit his bottom lip as Dahlia’s personality began to pulsate off of him. The stare was blank and deep in thought. All this talk was wearing her down.

Looking toward the table, he leaned forward and grabbed the beer bottle that had been sitting on the coffee table for lord knows how long. Whatever Corona was left in the bottle was most likely nasty and piss warm at this point.

Taking a swing from the bottle, he downs what was left and almost spits it back up before he places it back down upon the coffee table.


”Yuck!”

Johnny’s laugh breaks through…

”The fuck did you expect, that thing’s been sitting there for a couple hours now?”

He places his hand upon his opposite shoulder as he replies to himself.

”Darling, could you get me another one?”

Johnny hops up to his feet as Mama Evil continues to watch him. He grabs the empty Corona bottle and makes his way to the kitchen. Placing it upon the island, he fetches a cold one from the refrigerator.

As he comes back into the living room, he pulls a lighter from the pocket of his sweatpants, using it as a makeshift bottle opener. He drops back down onto the recliner and takes a gulp from the bottle. Looking over at Mama Evil, she curiously rests her eyes upon him as if he’s going to elaborate on the previous conversation. After getting no response, she breaks the silence herself.

”So, tomorrow then?”

He shakes his head in disbelief as if he had heard enough. The fact remained though… This wasn’t coming from Johnny at all.

”He said he’ll do it. Stop pressuring him you annoying bitch!”

Mama Evil’s mouth drops in disgust. She really didn’t know how to take that comment nor how to reply to it. She knew her son wasn’t well. Though, it seemed as if she didn’t have to reply back as Johnny broke through and did that for her.

”Humble yourself, Dahlia!”

After taking a breath, it was Johnny who now replied to his mother's question.

”I don’t know if it’s going to be tomorrow, and I might not feel like I need it… but I’ll make it a point to do that. Now, leave it alone and let’s drop the subject.”


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HKWOnline.com footage
“Johnny Evil- Brand Supremacy I”




The footage opens up in a back alley somewhere as the camera focuses in on the rain drops pouring from the sky and splashing heavily down upon a puddle. Bums a lined against the wall, using cardboard boxes and plywood as makeshift tents and umbrellas to keep dry. In the midst of all the grunge and poverty is Johnny Evil, leaning upon the cold brick wall all the way in the back of the alley.

He pulls himself from the wall lazily and takes a couple paces forward, looking up into the sky and allowing the raindrops to bead off of his face. His attire is soaked already as the rain viciously continues to fall.

Taking a couple more awkward paces around, he looks back at the camera…


“I don’t know half of you. Christ, I hardly know any of you… yet I’m coming to Divine Supremacy to claim my right to be here. I’m coming to Divine Supremacy to show each and every one of you that I’m the future of this damn company. Johnny Evil always makes a name for himself, no matter the cost. I have clawed and climbed my way to some high rankings in a number of places, and Hard Knox Wrestling will be no different. The only thing that changes is the path that I take and the pawns on the board, because let’s face the music… each and every single one of you mother fuckers are all pawns.”

It’s as if the comments of his Dahlia Black personality could not hold back, and just as quick as he ended his statement, hers followed up…

“Pawns in HIS game!!”

The bums look at her in a state of confusion. Glaring back at them her head remains stationary, only using her eyes to scan the environment. With a seductive little smirk stretching across her face, she continues…

“Johnny might not be in Crowned Royalty, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not going to scout the competition first hand and find a way to kick up some dust either way. After all, making an impact isn’t just about winning a couple matches. It’s not just about presenting yourself at shows and making your claim. It’s about taking the measures, spilling the blood, shattering hopes, and leaving your mark… consistently!”

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth a few times, she follows up with a final statement…

“Plus, poor baby… Felix Vialpando is going to be there…”

A baffled laugh suddenly emerges as Johnny’s posture grows less relaxed and more irritated. He stomps upon the puddle, splashing a nearby bum who shivers as the water hits him. The bum looks as if he’s ready to get up and react to it, but doesn’t…

“Yeah, Vialpando… fuck that guy!!”

Shaking his head from left to right, Johnny clenches his fists while thoughts of Felix are still fresh in his head…

“See I did what I did on Defiance because Felix thinks that he’s got the whole world in the palm of his hands. He thinks that for every action that he makes there can be no consequences. Well, Felix was wrong and his actions put the wrong person on notice. I’m not June Kolby. I’m not just somebody that you can leave in the ring left for dead. You tried that already you stupid fuck, and look at you now. I bet your eyes are wide open now, aren’t they ese?”

He paces around frantically and annoying for just a moment before directly looking into the camera with a serious look stretched across his face…

“Make no mistake, when Divine Supremacy goes down… you ARE my number one target!”

Evil lifts his hand and points it at the camera as he stops in his tracks…

You’re going to see what it’s like to dance with Evil. You’re going to see that I am a whole different breed from the people that you have antagonized or stepped into the ring with. I would be foolish to say that HKW doesn’t have talent, and believe me… I’m no fool. However, I’m not wrong when I tell you that I’m a different type of talent, a whole new animal that HKW has never had step into their ring. Barbed wire prison matches where I was beaten down and had a shard of glass stabbed and ripped through my leg, still I refused medical attention. Pass out before I tap-out, because quitting to me is not an option. I have broken necks and ended careers in the ring. In my younger days, I have abducted wives just to prove a point, so let me ask you…

Letting off a bewildered sigh, Johnny smacks himself in forehead with the palm of his hand to insinuate that Felix is a fucking idiot…

WHAT IN THE FUCK DEEMED YOU READY TO TRY AND USE ME AS A STEPPING STONE?

Johnny shrugs his shoulders before reaching up with one hand, rubbing it through his facial hair…

“Sure, you got a buzz… but at Divine Supremacy, I’m going to take all of that away from you and leave you with nothing. Your dreams of winning are going to be gone and in its place you will have nothing but the taste of salt lingering in your mouth for months to come.”

She interjects herself once more, just to keep him on track…

“Let’s not lose focus though, darling… Felix Vialpando is only just a small piece of the puzzle at Divine Supremacy!”

Trust and believe, Evil didn’t forget. Reasoning with the statement that Dahlia had made, he proceeds…

“Truth hurts, as much as I would like to just beat YOU and YOU ALONE lifeless inside that ring and then toss you out to the floor, I still gotta’ have eyes in the back of my head. I gotta worry about a mute, clown mask wearing, bimbo's wielding demon possessed teddy’s, a common street thug who fears bolongi and cheese sandwiches, a woman who was passed around wrestling families more than Red Light District hooker gets passed around in back seats of cars, and Samoan Hulk’s along with their significant others.”

“That’s only the half of what you have to worry about. This match is one cluster of a match, that’s for sure… but if you want to be the best there is in HKW, this is the first step in doing it. Imagine walking into Divine Supremacy and when it’s all said and done, out of every competitor from every brand, me being the one standing tall?”

Again, she bleeds through…

“Yea, you need this, Johnny…”

Shaking his head, he snaps back…

“NO! I DON’T FUCKING NEED IT, I WANT IT!!”

Closing his eyes his body shovers as the wind picks up, blowing lingering trash along the alleyway. Giving off a deep breath, his eyes open again, and she has come alive…

“Then take it, my darling… On January twenty-first write your story, crave your legacy. Make sure that they know exactly who you are and that you are the real deal. Show them that you live for this sport. Make the rest of HKW understand that you are fit to be champion. Turn Hard Knox Wrestling into your very own personal asylum and show them exactly why you are everything that you say you are…”

A sinister, contorted smirk etches upon her face…

“...And much more!”

As the rest of the sounds of the night die out, the only sound focused upon is the rhythmic sound of the heavy raindrops beating upon the ground. The footage then begins to distort before cutting to static…
Edited by Johnny Evil, Dec 24 2017, 03:22 PM.
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