Post by kuntzy on Apr 21, 2021 17:47:03 GMT -5
The sound of the roasting motor of the white, windowless van cuts through any sense of opening. Written on the side “FREE RAPE” with the RAPE crossed out and spray painted above it “ GHB”. The sounds coming from the van as it cut through the rural cornfield-lined roads of Virginia, could only be described as demonic. Like a ravenous thunder parting the silence of the countryside, the camera switched to inside the vehicle.
As this happens the noise grows even louder, as ear-bleeding metal music fills every conceivable orifice inside the van, and there were quite a few. The kind of metal that makes old ladies cling to the cross around their neck, that makes old men spit in disgust. It’s the kind of heavy thrashing that school shootings get blamed on. And smack dab in the middle of that van is Jacob Kuntz and Johnny Vachon. The van itself was also filled with various GHB members, as well as some groupies they picked up along the way - women and men alike all looking to suck at the teet of depravity.
Through the smoke, you could see that the fat fuck known as Killer Kenshin was driving, not caring that he could barely see through the smoke as he put the pedal to the metal. As the camera swung back, it focused on Kuntzy who still had a large rubber band wrapped on his arm and was cradling his Eternal Warfare championship. While his eyes looked glazed, rolled into the back of his heads - Johnny's were wide, as he sat next to him, staring at him.
He stares at Kuntzy’s flesh, which was still healing from the burning crucifixion at the hands of MDK. Was he fully healed? Was his flesh charred to a crisp? That was a matter of perspective, it looked as any flesh could look after being freshly burned…
Weeping.
Johnny reaches out as if to touch Kuntzy, but he pulls his arm back, biting at his fingernails.
“ They all think you’re going to win. “
Johnny was stumbling over his words as if in his mind this was a very important manner. But Kuntzy? His eyes barely twitched as he coughed out.
“ The fuck are you talking about? “
“ The match!”
Johnny almost jumps out of his skin as he screams at Kuntzy, trying to talk over the music, his voice giddy with excitement
“ Everyone! Even your enemies, our enemies… They think you’ll walk out as Trench War Championship, that you’ll beat Danny! “
Rolling his head like a corpse out of a horror film, Kuntzy looks over to Johnny with a slack-jaw grin, his eyes fluttering as he tries to pull himself back from his inebriation.
“So?“
Now it’s Jacob who reaches his arm out, feeling Johnny up like a blind man until he reaches his face, which he gives a few soft slaps, before stroking his ear.
“ I don’t care what they think… Any of them…“
Beginning to nod out, Jacob’s head drops down, and the words that follow are but a whisper in the sea of screams. He clenches his championships tightly.
“ They can suck my dick. “
Time passes, an hour, two hours, it doesn’t matter as the music just gets louder, the noise increases. Men and women yelling across each other in their unbridled attempts for attention - all while Kuntzy sat there, cradling his belt and murdering incomprehensible words underneath his breath. Johnny continues to talk to him but his words are drowned out by the music.
Wake up Kuntzy, It’s time to piss.
A voice, not of anyone in the car, and only one that Jacob can hear - stir him awake as he shoots up, smacking his head across the top of the van.
“ Pull over, I have to piss. “
Through the anarchy and the smoke of the van, it seems as if his words were lost among the sea of noise, But Kuntzy wasn’t having that, as he pushed through bodies to make his way to the front, grabbing ahold of Kenshin’s titty and twisting - almost sending them crashing before snarling in his ear.
“ I HAVE TO PISS!”
Kenshin yells out some words in Japanese, that Kuntzy doesn’t understand. But he also doesn’t really care as his point had gotten across. Kenshin pulls into a gas station, barely lit up but still open. Before the van even stops moving Kuntzy pulls the van doors open and jumps out, tossing his Eternal Warfare Championship to the side as he does so.
It’s at this moment you get the full picture of what Jacob was wearing, a ratty pair of cargo shorts, torn to shreds, and a denim vest with multiple crude patches poorly sewn into it. As his feet hit the pavement he makes a B line for the cornfield that surrounded the gas station, almost tripping over his own feet but making it to the edge without falling.
As he let his pants fall down to his ankles and starts pissing a silence washes over the scene, subtle at first, the sounds of music coming from the van slowly fading until you hear nothing but the unsteady stream of piss coming from Kuntzy’s dick- followed by a few sighs of anguish as the burn of urinating set it.
“So they think I’ll win? Fuck em’! “
Jacob’s lips never move as he speaks, his half-haggard stance bopping on puppet legs.
Do you know what happen last time Union came to Norfolk?
As those words whisper into Jacob’s ear, the corn in front of him rustles, as if a giant had just walked through it. Fumbling to get his pants up, Jacob reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, dropping it on the ground and picking it back up before finally getting the flashlight on. It takes a few moments to center but when it does, a few feet in front of him, wrapped around a corn stalk is his Eternal Warfare championship.
“ Will the Trench War championship speak to me as you do? Or will it be as silent, as what it represents?”
Jacob asks, as he begins to walk into the corn, his attitude rather subtle as he snatches his championship from the stalk, tearing it down.
What do you mean?
“ I’m just saying… With you… There’s meaning… Or the lack thereof, at least. Eternal Warfare, the target always on my back I have you because no one else deserves you. But in the trenches? Who am I? In Union? Who am I? I came here a long time ago, with Dakota… I saw something, a great promise, a great treasure to be hoarded and corrupted... But now? If Danny can have it… Do I even want it? “
Of course you want it, Jacob.
Do you know what happen the last time Union came to Norfolk?
Letting out a groan of annoyance
“ For fucks sake, YES! “
Jacob spits, throwing his championship to the ground and staring at it through the moonlight sky, through the corn stalks. Sweat dripping down his face as he pushed his hair back, taking a few steps away from the championship and cocking his head to the side like a dog before it bites.
“ It was when Dakota Smith slaughtered the entirety of this company and claimed its head as his own… And now…”
And now?
“ Here I am… Right back to where the vicious circle began… But I’m not fighting for the top prize, I’m fighting for something that I don’t even want… Something that means as less to me, as Miles means to Danny, as her children mean to Genie. “
What do you mean?
Jacob scoops his championship off the ground and puts it on his shoulder, shaking his head as he rambled to himself, walking deeper into the corn until no roads, no sign of life could be shown - even the stars had faded, giving everything deep darkness.
“ Genie… She’s in this match because a long time ago, she had a very mediocre career inside a company that no one cares about anymore. Four Corners Wrestling, a relic of its time and a place that far too many cling onto as a place of power. They talk about their time there, they speak about their accolades. Genie will tell you how she became extreme, how she put her body on the line!
But why does she do it now? Have her dreams not been fulfilled? Has Eli not given her everything her heart could desire? Is her addiction to glory so fucking strong that she would separate herself from her children, just for what? A championship? People talking about her on Twitter like they did back in the good ol’ days?
It’s pathetic, as is her placement in this match. But you know what? I hope she does win… I hope she wins, and I hope that shitty little ounce of Iron validates all that she’s worked for. I hope it means as much as a child, crying for their mother. But mommy can’t come to them now…
She’s too busy in Norfolk, Virginia, getting violated by a sissy freak named Jacob Kuntz. “
He chuckles, feeling himself up as well as his championship. Something about the rural air made his fucking nipples hard, and he rubbed them as he thought of all the ways he could make Genieve Carlson uncomfortable.
But she’s not the only one in this match Kuntzy…
It’s then that he stopped touching himself, a frown washed over his face. His steps became more forced, more aggressive as he trudged through the corn - the weight of his legs feeling cumbersome. His face twitched, twisting in such a way that left it distorted.
“ Danny will feel the horde of what he left, he only holds that championship because he let his heart be filled by Miles… And while I understand the allure of such a godlike human being, I will never lower myself to care about someone so much… that I act against my own interest.
Because you see Danny is in hell right now, he made a mistake, he hurt all of those around him. I can’t blame him for what he did to me, to GHB, because it’s in his nature… He did it to his family, his friends, his loved ones… Danny is a spark that burns out an entire building. Killing himself in the process. “
He thinks you’re obsessed with him.
“ Then the less I say the better… I won’t be consumed by Danny, like he was with Miles. I won’t let myself slip, If I walk out of this match with his secondary title, it’s only because I’ve already torn out his throat.
Just like you…"
Glancing at the deformed piece of gold on his shoulder.
"I won’t let his title define me… I’ll wear it… “
As those words leave his lips, Kuntzy steps out of the cornfield, his championship no longer at his shoulder, and back where he began. Before him, across a patch of grass sat a gas station - the loud devilish music coming back.
Interrupted by the sound of a shotgun blast.
Kuntzy watches as Johnny and a few other occupants of the band flee from the gas station, which appeared to be ablaze as smoke poured from its shattered windows. Kuntzy made a full sprint towards the van as an old man emerged from the smoke, aiming his shotgun directly at the back of Johnny. Just as he was about to pull the Trigger, Kuntzy runs by him, grabbing his nuts with a loud smack and squeezing - causing the old man to fire in the air. The gang jumps in the van as tires skid and squeal off into the night, the camera rising up into the sky as Kuntzy’s voice crackles through the chaos.
“ Because I’m the only one who can. “
Two images flicker for the rest of the video, one of Danny and Kuntzy together in GHB, and the other of Genie's children.
As this happens the noise grows even louder, as ear-bleeding metal music fills every conceivable orifice inside the van, and there were quite a few. The kind of metal that makes old ladies cling to the cross around their neck, that makes old men spit in disgust. It’s the kind of heavy thrashing that school shootings get blamed on. And smack dab in the middle of that van is Jacob Kuntz and Johnny Vachon. The van itself was also filled with various GHB members, as well as some groupies they picked up along the way - women and men alike all looking to suck at the teet of depravity.
Through the smoke, you could see that the fat fuck known as Killer Kenshin was driving, not caring that he could barely see through the smoke as he put the pedal to the metal. As the camera swung back, it focused on Kuntzy who still had a large rubber band wrapped on his arm and was cradling his Eternal Warfare championship. While his eyes looked glazed, rolled into the back of his heads - Johnny's were wide, as he sat next to him, staring at him.
He stares at Kuntzy’s flesh, which was still healing from the burning crucifixion at the hands of MDK. Was he fully healed? Was his flesh charred to a crisp? That was a matter of perspective, it looked as any flesh could look after being freshly burned…
Weeping.
Johnny reaches out as if to touch Kuntzy, but he pulls his arm back, biting at his fingernails.
“ They all think you’re going to win. “
Johnny was stumbling over his words as if in his mind this was a very important manner. But Kuntzy? His eyes barely twitched as he coughed out.
“ The fuck are you talking about? “
“ The match!”
Johnny almost jumps out of his skin as he screams at Kuntzy, trying to talk over the music, his voice giddy with excitement
“ Everyone! Even your enemies, our enemies… They think you’ll walk out as Trench War Championship, that you’ll beat Danny! “
Rolling his head like a corpse out of a horror film, Kuntzy looks over to Johnny with a slack-jaw grin, his eyes fluttering as he tries to pull himself back from his inebriation.
“So?“
Now it’s Jacob who reaches his arm out, feeling Johnny up like a blind man until he reaches his face, which he gives a few soft slaps, before stroking his ear.
“ I don’t care what they think… Any of them…“
Beginning to nod out, Jacob’s head drops down, and the words that follow are but a whisper in the sea of screams. He clenches his championships tightly.
“ They can suck my dick. “
Time passes, an hour, two hours, it doesn’t matter as the music just gets louder, the noise increases. Men and women yelling across each other in their unbridled attempts for attention - all while Kuntzy sat there, cradling his belt and murdering incomprehensible words underneath his breath. Johnny continues to talk to him but his words are drowned out by the music.
Wake up Kuntzy, It’s time to piss.
A voice, not of anyone in the car, and only one that Jacob can hear - stir him awake as he shoots up, smacking his head across the top of the van.
“ Pull over, I have to piss. “
Through the anarchy and the smoke of the van, it seems as if his words were lost among the sea of noise, But Kuntzy wasn’t having that, as he pushed through bodies to make his way to the front, grabbing ahold of Kenshin’s titty and twisting - almost sending them crashing before snarling in his ear.
“ I HAVE TO PISS!”
Kenshin yells out some words in Japanese, that Kuntzy doesn’t understand. But he also doesn’t really care as his point had gotten across. Kenshin pulls into a gas station, barely lit up but still open. Before the van even stops moving Kuntzy pulls the van doors open and jumps out, tossing his Eternal Warfare Championship to the side as he does so.
It’s at this moment you get the full picture of what Jacob was wearing, a ratty pair of cargo shorts, torn to shreds, and a denim vest with multiple crude patches poorly sewn into it. As his feet hit the pavement he makes a B line for the cornfield that surrounded the gas station, almost tripping over his own feet but making it to the edge without falling.
As he let his pants fall down to his ankles and starts pissing a silence washes over the scene, subtle at first, the sounds of music coming from the van slowly fading until you hear nothing but the unsteady stream of piss coming from Kuntzy’s dick- followed by a few sighs of anguish as the burn of urinating set it.
“So they think I’ll win? Fuck em’! “
Jacob’s lips never move as he speaks, his half-haggard stance bopping on puppet legs.
Do you know what happen last time Union came to Norfolk?
As those words whisper into Jacob’s ear, the corn in front of him rustles, as if a giant had just walked through it. Fumbling to get his pants up, Jacob reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, dropping it on the ground and picking it back up before finally getting the flashlight on. It takes a few moments to center but when it does, a few feet in front of him, wrapped around a corn stalk is his Eternal Warfare championship.
“ Will the Trench War championship speak to me as you do? Or will it be as silent, as what it represents?”
Jacob asks, as he begins to walk into the corn, his attitude rather subtle as he snatches his championship from the stalk, tearing it down.
What do you mean?
“ I’m just saying… With you… There’s meaning… Or the lack thereof, at least. Eternal Warfare, the target always on my back I have you because no one else deserves you. But in the trenches? Who am I? In Union? Who am I? I came here a long time ago, with Dakota… I saw something, a great promise, a great treasure to be hoarded and corrupted... But now? If Danny can have it… Do I even want it? “
Of course you want it, Jacob.
Do you know what happen the last time Union came to Norfolk?
Letting out a groan of annoyance
“ For fucks sake, YES! “
Jacob spits, throwing his championship to the ground and staring at it through the moonlight sky, through the corn stalks. Sweat dripping down his face as he pushed his hair back, taking a few steps away from the championship and cocking his head to the side like a dog before it bites.
“ It was when Dakota Smith slaughtered the entirety of this company and claimed its head as his own… And now…”
And now?
“ Here I am… Right back to where the vicious circle began… But I’m not fighting for the top prize, I’m fighting for something that I don’t even want… Something that means as less to me, as Miles means to Danny, as her children mean to Genie. “
What do you mean?
Jacob scoops his championship off the ground and puts it on his shoulder, shaking his head as he rambled to himself, walking deeper into the corn until no roads, no sign of life could be shown - even the stars had faded, giving everything deep darkness.
“ Genie… She’s in this match because a long time ago, she had a very mediocre career inside a company that no one cares about anymore. Four Corners Wrestling, a relic of its time and a place that far too many cling onto as a place of power. They talk about their time there, they speak about their accolades. Genie will tell you how she became extreme, how she put her body on the line!
But why does she do it now? Have her dreams not been fulfilled? Has Eli not given her everything her heart could desire? Is her addiction to glory so fucking strong that she would separate herself from her children, just for what? A championship? People talking about her on Twitter like they did back in the good ol’ days?
It’s pathetic, as is her placement in this match. But you know what? I hope she does win… I hope she wins, and I hope that shitty little ounce of Iron validates all that she’s worked for. I hope it means as much as a child, crying for their mother. But mommy can’t come to them now…
She’s too busy in Norfolk, Virginia, getting violated by a sissy freak named Jacob Kuntz. “
He chuckles, feeling himself up as well as his championship. Something about the rural air made his fucking nipples hard, and he rubbed them as he thought of all the ways he could make Genieve Carlson uncomfortable.
But she’s not the only one in this match Kuntzy…
It’s then that he stopped touching himself, a frown washed over his face. His steps became more forced, more aggressive as he trudged through the corn - the weight of his legs feeling cumbersome. His face twitched, twisting in such a way that left it distorted.
“ Danny will feel the horde of what he left, he only holds that championship because he let his heart be filled by Miles… And while I understand the allure of such a godlike human being, I will never lower myself to care about someone so much… that I act against my own interest.
Because you see Danny is in hell right now, he made a mistake, he hurt all of those around him. I can’t blame him for what he did to me, to GHB, because it’s in his nature… He did it to his family, his friends, his loved ones… Danny is a spark that burns out an entire building. Killing himself in the process. “
He thinks you’re obsessed with him.
“ Then the less I say the better… I won’t be consumed by Danny, like he was with Miles. I won’t let myself slip, If I walk out of this match with his secondary title, it’s only because I’ve already torn out his throat.
Just like you…"
Glancing at the deformed piece of gold on his shoulder.
"I won’t let his title define me… I’ll wear it… “
As those words leave his lips, Kuntzy steps out of the cornfield, his championship no longer at his shoulder, and back where he began. Before him, across a patch of grass sat a gas station - the loud devilish music coming back.
Interrupted by the sound of a shotgun blast.
Kuntzy watches as Johnny and a few other occupants of the band flee from the gas station, which appeared to be ablaze as smoke poured from its shattered windows. Kuntzy made a full sprint towards the van as an old man emerged from the smoke, aiming his shotgun directly at the back of Johnny. Just as he was about to pull the Trigger, Kuntzy runs by him, grabbing his nuts with a loud smack and squeezing - causing the old man to fire in the air. The gang jumps in the van as tires skid and squeal off into the night, the camera rising up into the sky as Kuntzy’s voice crackles through the chaos.
“ Because I’m the only one who can. “
Two images flicker for the rest of the video, one of Danny and Kuntzy together in GHB, and the other of Genie's children.