Post by Dakota Smith on Apr 5, 2020 2:09:31 GMT -5
The sun's reflection gleams off the shaky early 2000 quality camera’s lens as the picture comes through, gazing over an abandoned plot of land surrounded by thick foliage that was just coming back to life with spring's warm embrace. The plot itself was littered with scorched debris of a building that no longer stood twisted in with nature which had taken the plot back for itself. The air was thick with humidity and the grass still lightly moist as the camera swooped down for a closer look. It was unnaturally quiet, just a dull buzzing sound emanating from the camera itself. Maneuvering in between burned rubble and waist high weeds, the camera suddenly stops for a few seconds as three men take shape a few yards ahead. It was then, as soon as the men appeared that the silence was broken by the raspy growl of Dakota Smith.
“ We stand on the foundation of something that has been gone for far too long. A compound of men and women, who followed me to their very deaths… They gave their life, so that I could move on with mine… When I closed that book, I knew that the strong would survive my purge… I knew that the stragglers would either adapt or perish beneath the things we had done in the name of Dakota Smith… The things that I made them do for me, because I lusted for power and glory! I wanted to have everything and more, I was greed the avaricious in the flesh - spewing my gospel to those who had no other choice but to hear it. “
The camera jumped forward, close to the three men revealing them to be none other than the newly reborn Smith Family. Jacon Kuntz, had just gotten on his knees as Dakota walked towards him. Rotgut stood off to the side, licking the blood that was dripping from the freshly carved “DS” in his forehead. Once again Dakota’s voice cut through the silence, but his lips did not move.
“With my blade I resurrect the Smith Family not for past goals - but for the only goal that matters to me anymore.To destroy anything and everything that gets in our ways, to bring upon the apocalypse of professional wrestling as we know it. I resurrect my Smith Family because there is a war coming and instead of choosing sides I will watch all corners die. And It will be by my war machine, my plague, by my hand that everything ceases to exist! "
Switching views once again, the Camera is now directly in front of Jacob, zoomed in on his mangled and scarred forehead as Dakota’s razor blade carves “DS” into it.
“ So when a pretender tries and halt all the progress that I’ve made… There is only one thing that I am forced to do, one thing that we are forced to do… The Smith Family will go to war with the imitator, slicing the necks of anyone who he chooses to bring along. Lives lost and for what? For one man's vanity? Once man's refusal to accept that he is just a shitty copy of the real thing, a false butcher whose life now hangs in my hands… Remember Richard… You wanted this. “
Coincidingly as Dakota makes his last slice on Jacob’s forehead and says his last word the camera abruptly cuts to black.
The electric sound of an old tube television being turned on zaps through the black as a heavily static'd white screen appears with a circle in the middle and numbers counting down.
3
2
1
As the timer hits one, Jacob’s Kuntz’s face appears, his drugged out grin and eyes almost rolled into the back of his head filling the screen as he stumbles backwards revealing his surroundings. Jacob stood on a hard wooden stage, a large red velvet curtain behind him - He was dressed in his favorite pair of blood stained and worn cargo shorts along with a Nemesis shirt he found in a thrift store for thirty-nine cents. Jacob’s nostrils twitch as he rapidly sniffs the air before scratching at his nostrils in junkie fashion. Kuntzy, then sat down Indian style on the stage as the camera zoomed in on his face. While he was fighting to keep his eyes open, the almost perverse, sinister grin never left his face.
“ Why’d ya’ do it dick? Why did you do it? Was it jealousy? To see a man named The Butcher actually defend his championship? Something you could never do on your best day? Oh how you sang and cried that you would, oh how you bled from between your legs when you didn’t. The eye patch really suits you buddy… Yeah it looks good! I mean, i can’t imagine your depth perception is anything for shit these days, but yes… Fuck over the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today, I’m sure that will bode well for you. “
Scoffing at the idea, Kuntzy almost falls over backwards but catches himself. He then places his hands on his knees for added support in his intoxicated state.
“ But Kuntzy!”
Wildly Jacob throws his arms up into the air before returning them to his knees.
“ Whats the deal with Dakota Smith? The Real Butcher? Why are you sitting here in front of us, without your dick our first off… But more importantly why are you even here to begin with? Why? Because I was born into the Smith Family… A long time ago, I was nothing but a lost little pup, that the butcher took under his wing. He showed me something different, that I didn’t need to hate myself for who I was… All I needed to do was embrace it… Embrace everything inside of me that society hated…Dakota Smith created Jacob Kuntz… And I’ll shove my dick inside any man or women who steps in front of his image of this world… Dick, Kuk, Squiggly you fucking knock off Lobo… There's a clown with a big dick! Know what i’m saying? “
Jacob quickly shakes his head, trying to get back on track as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumbled photograph.
“ The three of you are going to get fucking mutilated inside of that ring, two of you are going to regret where your loyalties lies, and one of you is going to have to accept the fact that name you hold so close to your heart is a lie! You’ll see what true butchery is… But not only that… The three of you get to witness what Brutality would look like if it was given…”
Pausing for a second, Kuntzy cringes a little bit, as if he himself was questioning what he was about to say.
“Human form?”
With his head cocked to the side, he still wasn't sure if that was the right phrasing. Jacob then holds the picture up that he had taken out of his pocket to the camera - and it was of RotGut.
“ Because this man...This man? This monster! Is going to be locked inside of that Warzone cage with all of three of you… Now I myself don’t even understand what kind of twisted relationship Dakota and Rotgut have, but that isn’t the point here now is it? You see… I don’t know where Rotgut is at this moment, no one knows… Because Rotgut isn’t like you, or me, or even Dakota. Rotgut is a raging beast of muscle and fuck the fleshy bits to death… He knows nothing but kill! Kill! Kill! Constantly! Like a raging bull that never stops raging, just a fucking Gatling gun with unlimited ammunition constantly firing. And while I don’t know where he is now? I do know that on the twelfth he is going to be inside of that ring raping your fucking skulls… Because that’s what RotGut does! He eats the fucking meat, and Dakota butchers the fucking hogs… And I? I defile your fucking corpses after they have their fill.”
Jacob’s hand runs from his knee up to his leg as he grabs at his dick, licking at his lips as his eyes grow wide, making sure the camera knew he was looking directly into it. With his hand still grasping at his cock underneath his shorts, Kuntz lets out a airy chuckle.
“ So Squiggly… Kuk… When all of this is happening to you… While Rotgut eats you alive, while Dakota flays your flesh, and while I molest what is left of you… I want you to remember that this is all Dick Devereaux's fault…He stole Dakota’s apocalypse from him, and know you all are going to have to pay The Butcher’s price… Smith Family Farms… We kill em’ and we don’t bother to grill em… We’ll eat you fucking raw. “
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
Jacob’s grin grows even wider, as Dakota Smith walks out from behind the red velvet curtain, clapping his hands as he does so - staring into the camera. The Butcher was dressed in his ring gear with the addition of a white wife-beater, and a unbearing smirk upon his lips. Eyes wide like an animal fight for it’s life, Dakota walked forward - as he passed Jacob he ever so slightly with two fingers pushed on his shoulders, sending the drugged up man backwards, sprawled across the stage.
With Jacob now passed out on the stage, his job being done - Dakota took center and stood in front of Jacob’s body. The Butcher’s eyes searched the camera before narrowing in as he had found his target within it.
“All you’ve done Richard, is paused the inevitable… All you’ve done is fuck! Me! Over! And I am not the man to be fucked with Richard, and it’s about time that you learned that lesson. For too long I’ve let you live with the moniker of my name over your head… But funny… Funny how it took me stepping into your house, raping your company, and taking its top prize for myself…. For you to finally grow a pair and do something! I’ve called you out before Richard, I said find a place, find a company, accept the match! But that was years ago, and you wouldn’t… But now… Now when Union Battleground has the real thing, the real Butcher! You crawl out from whatever ditch you died in and fuck with my story? I’ll hang you up to dry in front of your so called people… If you are The Butcher that these maggots cling to? Then I’ll bleed you out in front of them and wear you flesh as a trophy. “
As Dakota starts to salivate, he pushes one hand over his lips - a manic chuckle escaping through fingers as somehow, some way his eyes grow even wider almost popping out of his head. He removes his hand from his face and takes a step forward towards the camera, almost stalking up to it as he cocked his to the side and peered into it.
“You stole Bryan WIlliams hero story, you delayed my desecration of professional wrestling as a whole… And for what Richard? For some sense of entitlement… For some pride that you are the real butcher, and that I am the pretender?”
Dakota couldn’t help but let out a boastful laugh, letting his head fling back before whipping it forward in violent, yet serious manner.
“ We both know that has never been the case… Because I’m not a butcher, because I fuck with hogs, or because of some knife, a blade, a bat… I’m The Butcher because that is what these maggots labeled me as... I didn’t create the name, I became the name… I am… The name… The Butcher of 4CW, The God of Violence, Perry Wallace’s mad dog… All of these things are my life…. They are as much apart of me as my flesh itself. And while you may scream loud, and hit hard… At your very core you are still so superficial… “
Giving the camera a wink, Dakota turns his back to the camera, showing off his fairly new, recently scarred up back tattoo that he got in Japan. But there was an addition the weeping willow, an inch across from Josh’s name was now Dick’s.
“ You didn’t have to fuck with my shit Richard… You could of just let well enough be… You could of came back, and just existed… Maybe Union Battleground had enough room for two butchers, one real, and one an impostor… But the world will never know now because you decided to piss on my crimson path… And now we do battle in a warzone, in a cage, where there is nowhere for you to escape… I bring my family, and who do you bring? A hardcore legend who should have stayed a legend and a clown whose best known for… Well he’s not best known for anything now is he? “
Turning back to face the camera, Dakota takes a few steps backwards before crouching down and placing one hand under Kuntzy’s arm and the other cradling his face. Kuntzy was passed the fuck out, as Dakota held him in his arms as he glared into the camera.
“ While I’m bringing my children… The life after death…. My plague and my war machine, because if you want Dakota Smith… If you want to throw yourself in my path, and tamper with destiny itself! Then I will show you the full might of who I am! What real butchery is, what Dakota Smith really is! I will show you…”
Dakota places his cheek next to the unconscious Jacob Kuntz’s and grins ear to ear as the camera slowly starts to fade to black
“ Who the real Butcher is.”
“ We stand on the foundation of something that has been gone for far too long. A compound of men and women, who followed me to their very deaths… They gave their life, so that I could move on with mine… When I closed that book, I knew that the strong would survive my purge… I knew that the stragglers would either adapt or perish beneath the things we had done in the name of Dakota Smith… The things that I made them do for me, because I lusted for power and glory! I wanted to have everything and more, I was greed the avaricious in the flesh - spewing my gospel to those who had no other choice but to hear it. “
The camera jumped forward, close to the three men revealing them to be none other than the newly reborn Smith Family. Jacon Kuntz, had just gotten on his knees as Dakota walked towards him. Rotgut stood off to the side, licking the blood that was dripping from the freshly carved “DS” in his forehead. Once again Dakota’s voice cut through the silence, but his lips did not move.
“With my blade I resurrect the Smith Family not for past goals - but for the only goal that matters to me anymore.To destroy anything and everything that gets in our ways, to bring upon the apocalypse of professional wrestling as we know it. I resurrect my Smith Family because there is a war coming and instead of choosing sides I will watch all corners die. And It will be by my war machine, my plague, by my hand that everything ceases to exist! "
Switching views once again, the Camera is now directly in front of Jacob, zoomed in on his mangled and scarred forehead as Dakota’s razor blade carves “DS” into it.
“ So when a pretender tries and halt all the progress that I’ve made… There is only one thing that I am forced to do, one thing that we are forced to do… The Smith Family will go to war with the imitator, slicing the necks of anyone who he chooses to bring along. Lives lost and for what? For one man's vanity? Once man's refusal to accept that he is just a shitty copy of the real thing, a false butcher whose life now hangs in my hands… Remember Richard… You wanted this. “
Coincidingly as Dakota makes his last slice on Jacob’s forehead and says his last word the camera abruptly cuts to black.
The electric sound of an old tube television being turned on zaps through the black as a heavily static'd white screen appears with a circle in the middle and numbers counting down.
3
2
1
As the timer hits one, Jacob’s Kuntz’s face appears, his drugged out grin and eyes almost rolled into the back of his head filling the screen as he stumbles backwards revealing his surroundings. Jacob stood on a hard wooden stage, a large red velvet curtain behind him - He was dressed in his favorite pair of blood stained and worn cargo shorts along with a Nemesis shirt he found in a thrift store for thirty-nine cents. Jacob’s nostrils twitch as he rapidly sniffs the air before scratching at his nostrils in junkie fashion. Kuntzy, then sat down Indian style on the stage as the camera zoomed in on his face. While he was fighting to keep his eyes open, the almost perverse, sinister grin never left his face.
“ Why’d ya’ do it dick? Why did you do it? Was it jealousy? To see a man named The Butcher actually defend his championship? Something you could never do on your best day? Oh how you sang and cried that you would, oh how you bled from between your legs when you didn’t. The eye patch really suits you buddy… Yeah it looks good! I mean, i can’t imagine your depth perception is anything for shit these days, but yes… Fuck over the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today, I’m sure that will bode well for you. “
Scoffing at the idea, Kuntzy almost falls over backwards but catches himself. He then places his hands on his knees for added support in his intoxicated state.
“ But Kuntzy!”
Wildly Jacob throws his arms up into the air before returning them to his knees.
“ Whats the deal with Dakota Smith? The Real Butcher? Why are you sitting here in front of us, without your dick our first off… But more importantly why are you even here to begin with? Why? Because I was born into the Smith Family… A long time ago, I was nothing but a lost little pup, that the butcher took under his wing. He showed me something different, that I didn’t need to hate myself for who I was… All I needed to do was embrace it… Embrace everything inside of me that society hated…Dakota Smith created Jacob Kuntz… And I’ll shove my dick inside any man or women who steps in front of his image of this world… Dick, Kuk, Squiggly you fucking knock off Lobo… There's a clown with a big dick! Know what i’m saying? “
Jacob quickly shakes his head, trying to get back on track as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumbled photograph.
“ The three of you are going to get fucking mutilated inside of that ring, two of you are going to regret where your loyalties lies, and one of you is going to have to accept the fact that name you hold so close to your heart is a lie! You’ll see what true butchery is… But not only that… The three of you get to witness what Brutality would look like if it was given…”
Pausing for a second, Kuntzy cringes a little bit, as if he himself was questioning what he was about to say.
“Human form?”
With his head cocked to the side, he still wasn't sure if that was the right phrasing. Jacob then holds the picture up that he had taken out of his pocket to the camera - and it was of RotGut.
“ Because this man...This man? This monster! Is going to be locked inside of that Warzone cage with all of three of you… Now I myself don’t even understand what kind of twisted relationship Dakota and Rotgut have, but that isn’t the point here now is it? You see… I don’t know where Rotgut is at this moment, no one knows… Because Rotgut isn’t like you, or me, or even Dakota. Rotgut is a raging beast of muscle and fuck the fleshy bits to death… He knows nothing but kill! Kill! Kill! Constantly! Like a raging bull that never stops raging, just a fucking Gatling gun with unlimited ammunition constantly firing. And while I don’t know where he is now? I do know that on the twelfth he is going to be inside of that ring raping your fucking skulls… Because that’s what RotGut does! He eats the fucking meat, and Dakota butchers the fucking hogs… And I? I defile your fucking corpses after they have their fill.”
Jacob’s hand runs from his knee up to his leg as he grabs at his dick, licking at his lips as his eyes grow wide, making sure the camera knew he was looking directly into it. With his hand still grasping at his cock underneath his shorts, Kuntz lets out a airy chuckle.
“ So Squiggly… Kuk… When all of this is happening to you… While Rotgut eats you alive, while Dakota flays your flesh, and while I molest what is left of you… I want you to remember that this is all Dick Devereaux's fault…He stole Dakota’s apocalypse from him, and know you all are going to have to pay The Butcher’s price… Smith Family Farms… We kill em’ and we don’t bother to grill em… We’ll eat you fucking raw. “
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
*CLAP*
Jacob’s grin grows even wider, as Dakota Smith walks out from behind the red velvet curtain, clapping his hands as he does so - staring into the camera. The Butcher was dressed in his ring gear with the addition of a white wife-beater, and a unbearing smirk upon his lips. Eyes wide like an animal fight for it’s life, Dakota walked forward - as he passed Jacob he ever so slightly with two fingers pushed on his shoulders, sending the drugged up man backwards, sprawled across the stage.
With Jacob now passed out on the stage, his job being done - Dakota took center and stood in front of Jacob’s body. The Butcher’s eyes searched the camera before narrowing in as he had found his target within it.
“All you’ve done Richard, is paused the inevitable… All you’ve done is fuck! Me! Over! And I am not the man to be fucked with Richard, and it’s about time that you learned that lesson. For too long I’ve let you live with the moniker of my name over your head… But funny… Funny how it took me stepping into your house, raping your company, and taking its top prize for myself…. For you to finally grow a pair and do something! I’ve called you out before Richard, I said find a place, find a company, accept the match! But that was years ago, and you wouldn’t… But now… Now when Union Battleground has the real thing, the real Butcher! You crawl out from whatever ditch you died in and fuck with my story? I’ll hang you up to dry in front of your so called people… If you are The Butcher that these maggots cling to? Then I’ll bleed you out in front of them and wear you flesh as a trophy. “
As Dakota starts to salivate, he pushes one hand over his lips - a manic chuckle escaping through fingers as somehow, some way his eyes grow even wider almost popping out of his head. He removes his hand from his face and takes a step forward towards the camera, almost stalking up to it as he cocked his to the side and peered into it.
“You stole Bryan WIlliams hero story, you delayed my desecration of professional wrestling as a whole… And for what Richard? For some sense of entitlement… For some pride that you are the real butcher, and that I am the pretender?”
Dakota couldn’t help but let out a boastful laugh, letting his head fling back before whipping it forward in violent, yet serious manner.
“ We both know that has never been the case… Because I’m not a butcher, because I fuck with hogs, or because of some knife, a blade, a bat… I’m The Butcher because that is what these maggots labeled me as... I didn’t create the name, I became the name… I am… The name… The Butcher of 4CW, The God of Violence, Perry Wallace’s mad dog… All of these things are my life…. They are as much apart of me as my flesh itself. And while you may scream loud, and hit hard… At your very core you are still so superficial… “
Giving the camera a wink, Dakota turns his back to the camera, showing off his fairly new, recently scarred up back tattoo that he got in Japan. But there was an addition the weeping willow, an inch across from Josh’s name was now Dick’s.
“ You didn’t have to fuck with my shit Richard… You could of just let well enough be… You could of came back, and just existed… Maybe Union Battleground had enough room for two butchers, one real, and one an impostor… But the world will never know now because you decided to piss on my crimson path… And now we do battle in a warzone, in a cage, where there is nowhere for you to escape… I bring my family, and who do you bring? A hardcore legend who should have stayed a legend and a clown whose best known for… Well he’s not best known for anything now is he? “
Turning back to face the camera, Dakota takes a few steps backwards before crouching down and placing one hand under Kuntzy’s arm and the other cradling his face. Kuntzy was passed the fuck out, as Dakota held him in his arms as he glared into the camera.
“ While I’m bringing my children… The life after death…. My plague and my war machine, because if you want Dakota Smith… If you want to throw yourself in my path, and tamper with destiny itself! Then I will show you the full might of who I am! What real butchery is, what Dakota Smith really is! I will show you…”
Dakota places his cheek next to the unconscious Jacob Kuntz’s and grins ear to ear as the camera slowly starts to fade to black
“ Who the real Butcher is.”