A Feral Animal

[Joka]

Monologue Time BABY!!!

A feral organism is defined as an animal living in the wild but descended from domesticated individuals. It is said that the introduction of feral animals or plants to non-native regions may disrupt ecosystems and has, in some cases, contributed to extinction of indigenous species. Humans are mammals from the genus Homo, and are the only extant species of hominid. Humans are domesticated animals that are descended from wild ones. Therefore... humans are the opposite of feral. They are unferal.

However, sometimes humans revert to their wild ways and retreat into the green parts of the world, away from the machinations of society. They are called hermits, gypsies, vagabonds, most unnatural. To be unnatural is to be abnormal but I think for one to be wild, to be truly feral, is the most natural and normal thing. After-all, humans are just animals and will always have animalistic tendencies.

I find myself feeling like a once wild and majestic animal who has been domesticated. I need to enter the wild again. I need to feel the rush of the screaming, squirming, writhing masses... begging me to show them the blood they thirst for. I find myself clamoring at the chance to bring someone the sweet caress of pain as only I can. I find myself wanting. Wanting to feel that same pain. Wanting to find a worthy opponent who can inflict that sweet release and make me feel pain... again.

The name given to me by the wretched little worms who conceived me is Byron Belasko. I've gone by many names before. The carnivorous crowds that followed my progress through the cage fighting world came to calling me Badass Byron Belasko. Other fans of my exploits have given me titles such as King, Prince, Jester, Clown, and Master. I am none of these things. I'm not the King of the Cage. I'm no Jester of any Court. I'm not a crowned Prince of any kingdom. I am nothing but an animal. A sick and twisted visage on the face of a running joke.

You see... it matters not that I'm a multiple World Champion or multiple Heavyweight Champion. People care not that I have won every kind of title and championship belt that has ever been created. The unknown masses who have yet to be introduced to me seem to forget that I have wrestled in hundreds... literally HUNDREDS, of hardcore matches. That's just hardcore types of matches. I couldn't even begin to inform you on how many times I've entered a squared circle. Everyone apathetically brushes aside the fact that I am a Hall of Famer in three different companies. Whether those companies were worldwide corporations or just regional Indy federations makes no difference. I've bled rivers of blood to earn everything I've ever attained.

You see... everyone always looks past the important things, the notable things, the... shiny things. They're always too busy looking at the face-paint. They see the tattoos, the black and white makeup, the green dreadlocks... and they fall right into my trap. They ASSUME! They presume that I'm one of those despicable followers of a certain group of rappers in a band I don't even care to think about. They assume I act, think, and talk like them. Of course I'm talking about the rumors that everyone in Pure Class Wrestling thinks I'm a dirty Juggalo.

That's what I want you to think. That's exactly what I want ALL of you to think. I want you to misunderstand me, underestimate me, and dismiss me without a second thought. I want you to judge the book by the cover and not even bother to read the preface. I want you all to toss me aside like yesterdays bad news and leave me to my own devices. I've had plenty of practice at proving people wrong and destroying preconceived notions and I've become very, very, good at it!

That leads me to my original point. I'm tired of being underestimated. I'm tired of being the running joke and having to prove myself time and time again. I feel like a wild animal that has been domesticated; being taught to go pee outside and given treats and shiny "toys" when I do something good. This time around, all of you don't get the run-of-the-mill Joka. You aren't getting the Joka who is content to play by the rules.

The ruins of the old Phoenix Headquarters. Chicago, Illinois.

Time Unknown

A dark figure sits crossed legged on a cold concrete floor. His long hair covering his face as he breathes deeply. He sways eerily to-and-fro to a song that echoes off the cinder-block walls as he continues with his macabre meditation.



The man looks up from his meditation as his ears take in the noises of doors slamming above his head and multiple footsteps walking around. The man doesn't move an inch as the door to the basement opens and the light strikes him in the torso like a knife. His cold, Grey eyes squinting as the light brings him physical pain. A figure paints a silhouette on the wall and eventually walks down the stairs shaking his head and he solemnly looks upon the broken man sitting before him.

The towering behemoth is Darren Silvaira. A legendary fighter in the world of mixed martial arts, known simple as Monster. Monster looks up to the doorway as a skinny Japanese man in a leather vest walks into view and casts his shadow down into the dark hole. Darren shakes his head up at the man known as Yuuki Honda, better known to the wrestling world and the underground Japanese Rockabilly scene as Johnny Suede. Suede joins his friend at the bottom of the stairs as the clown on the floor pushes a button on a remote, turning on a TV that is playing Jokas last match in Visionaries of Wrestling. A brutal Weapon Of Choice Match with a sadistic woman by the name of Cera Janeson. Better known to the wrestling world as The Baddest Bitch. Not only had Joka lost a match in a cage in over a decade to this woman, but this woman had accomplished what no other could do. Joka brought his cheese grater named Trusty Rusty to the match as was ready for war but Cera brought her warhammer, and broke the man's leg to win.

Joka keeps replaying the moment in the match. The Baddest Bitch swings wild with her warhammer and strikes Joka in the leg, and the crowd grimaces as the mic from the camera picks up a loud cracking noise. Jokas eyes reflect the image on the television as a sadistic smile forms across his wicked lips.

Joka: It finally happened...

Joka almost whispers the words but Monster is able to hear every forced syllable. Years before meeting Joka when the both of them were barely old enough to drink, Monster had been a mute. Through years of training he was able to find his voice again but the years of not being able to talk had honed the man's hearing to an almost superhuman level. Johnny leans in with an ear pointed at his friend, ready to hear anything else the clown will say.

Monster: Yes Byron... you finally ended the hatred that you and Cera have for each other.

Joka slowly looks to his left, showing the side of his face to Monster and Johnny Suede. A wicked smile on his face and a more-than-usual crazed look on his face. Joka stands up quickly, causing Johnny to take a step back as Joka swings around and comes face-to-face with the towering seven plus foot Monster. Well not really face-to-face. Face-to-chest maybe?

Joka: ^{*Staring at Monsters chest*} If you think my hatred for that woman is anywhere near ENDED... than you don't know me as well as I thought you did!

Monster: I know you... better than you know yourself and...

Joka: NO!

The clown goes into a fit of rage and rushes over to the small flatscreen TV, lifts it up off the metal table it is sitting on, and before anyone can stop him, he slams the TV into his head. The TV folds into itself and falls to the ground almost broken in half as Joka looks up at Monster with a deranged look, blood starting to trickle down his face and bringing some color to his black and white painted visage. The look on Monsters face doesn't change as he is used to this kind of behavior out of his friend but Johnny Suede cringes and Joka quickly notices this. A sick smile forming on his face as he seems to be enjoying the pain from the self inflicted wound.

Johnny Suede: Damn Joka-Cat. Y'er gonna need to get some stitches on dat noggin.

Joka takes out a knife, a cigarette, and his lighter. He lights up the cigarette and proceeds to hold the flame to the knife, heating it up. Joka turns around after holding the flame to the blade of the knife for an exceptionally long time and pushes it against the wound on his head. His two friends hear nothing but a sick sizzle as the wound is cauterized. Joka lets out a deep sigh after doing this, showing his sadomasochistic ways and his high tolerance for pain.

Joka: So what the hell do you two want anyway? My leg has healed up but I'm not set to return to VOW for another couple of months.

Monster: A call came through to the Joka Brand Nut Cup offices. Apparently the man on the phone thought you still had control of the company. I told him you were missing after your last match in VOW and that you had been bought out years ago. He seemed shocked...

Johnny Suede: The Joka-Cat goin' missing is 'bout as shockin' as moar Miley Cyrus nude pics surfacin'. Ya dig what I'm barkin'?

Monster: I never "dig" what you are "barking"!

Joka flicks his cigarette across the basement that he used to call home when him and Bobby Backdoor started the group Phoenix in New Edge Wrestling. The butt lands close to the old shrine to Ricky Bobby that Bobby had set up for Joka and Bobby's other stablemate, Ricky Cassels. A cardboard cutout of Vanessa Janeson stands close by, Joka having won it in a match with the same woman right before she joined up with the group. Joka looks back up to Monster with a curious look.

Joka: I dig what y'er throwin' at me Johnny! What I don't dig is why this guy would be calling corporate tryin' to get ahold of me. I may have started the company but everyone knows I haven't been involved in the running of the company for years.

Monster: He said you'd know who he was. Told me to tell you he still appreciates the help with his money problems regarding the "IRS"!

Johnny Suede: ^{*Oblivious to the inside joke between Monster and Joka*} What'd you do Joka-Cat? Help someone get out of bankruptcy?

Jokas eyes grow wide as he stares up at Monster and a subtle smile forms on Darren's face. Monster runs his fingers through his green and black skunk striped Mohawk. Monster crosses his arms across his huge chest as Joka rubs his chin.

Joka: Naw Johnny... it was just a small corporate donation I made back in the day...

Johnny stands looking at Monster and Joka as the two look at each other, no words being said and but a conversation clearly taking place. Johnny steps forward and crosses his arms just like Monster and the big man pushes Johnny back as he continues talking.

Monster: To make a long story short. Once I informed him I was your wrestling manager, he invited you to join his company. You have heard of it too.

Joka: Pure... Class... Wrestling!!!

Monster: Precisely. As your manager, both at ringside and behind the scenes, I took the liberty of already singing you up. You have a match booked. An "Underground" Triple Threat match.

Joka laughs maniacally as a bigger smile forms on Monsters face, knowing that his friend is happy with his decision. Johnny Suede scoots over to Joka and puts his arm around Joka as he punches the clown in his gut.

Johnny Suede: So we can put this front burner in your noggin on the back burner and head over to antsville! Does this mean we're headed to the gym to train Daddy-O???

Monster: What the hell does any of that mean?

Joka: It means I need to leave this drama behind and head on to new pastures.

Monster: ^{*Staring at Johnny*} Why can't YOU just say it like THAT?!?

Johnny Suede:  Dat's lamesville Daddy-O!

After a few moments of silence, Joka pats Monster on the chest and diverts his attention back to him. Johnny pulls a comb out of his back pocket and begins slicking back his black hair as the two men talk strategy.

Joka: I don't think I need to ask what the rules of this "underground" match are as I'm sure that's just their name for the hardcore division... so who're mah opponents?

Monster: Two men... Cory "The Bear" Steel and Jack "The Savage" Cropper.

Joka: The Bear and The Savage? Savage? You mean Fred Savage? From the Wonder Years?!? I didn't know he was a wrestler!!!

Monster: What?

Joka: Huh?

Johnny Suede: Who?

The three men look at each other confused and Monster sighs as he continues on.

Monster: Anyways... I didn't have much time to do any real research but I came up with a few important details. Yes... they are not "small fries", as you put it. One is about your size and one is bigger than you.

Joka: Yeah well... y'er seven chowsand feet tall and I kicked y'er ass once!

Monster: You want the stats or not?

Joka: Oh calm down ya big sack of serious! You beat the shit out of me too!

Monster: ^{*Coughing and smiling*} Ahem... well both of them are powerhouse, brawling types. However... you have one defining trait that puts you ahead of both of them by miles.

Joka: Is it crazy? I bet it's mah crazy!

Johnny Suede: Totally y'er crazy Joka-Cat!

Joka: It's gotta be mah crazy!

Monster: IT'S NOT YOUR CRAZY!!!

Joka and Johnny look at each other and a couple of cheesy frowns come over their faces as they pout in front of Monster. Joka imitates a crying voice as he turns around.

Joka: Are... are you saying I'm not crazy enough?

Monster: No... no Byron I'm not saying that. Look you are crazy enough. You are the craziest bastard I've ever seen...

Joka: So it is mah crazy?

Monster: No... well yes.. well. Okay there's two things that put you over them. ONE! Your crazy. Two... both of them haven't wrestled nearly as long as you. They are relative rookies compared to you.

Joka: You callin' me old?

Johnny: You callin' mah bud Joka-Cat a geezer???

Monster: No... what? NO! I'm saying you have more ring awareness than them!

Joka rubs his chin again and Johnny stares at him as the two men look back at Monster with a smile on their faces.

Joka: You spent all that time just to tell me that? Jesus "Tittyfucking" Christ... I have a match to train f'er!

Monster stands perplexed as Joka and Johnny head up the wooden stairs. Monsters stairs up at Joka with a shocked look on his face as Joka gets to the top and looks back down at his oldest friend in this world.

Joka: Hurry the fuck up!

Monsters brow furrows and he looks down as Joka and Johnny run out of sight. The big man shakes his head and sighs as Joka screams out through the house, the sound of glass breaking and things crashing to the floor follow shortly.

Joka: Johnny! To the Taco Truck!


I may have a Beast and a Savage in front of me but The Beast and The Savage have no idea how big the trail of dead bodies is behind me. They will find out first hand why I was known as the Berserker of Phoenix. They will know why I am known as the most hardcore man in professional wrestling. The Teddy Bear and Fred Savage are going to meet a feral animal in the ring and both of them better come prepared for a war. I don't come into PCW to win belts... I've won enough to last me several lifetimes. I'm not here to gain notoriety or fame, I'm already infamous for my deeds in this world. No... I'm here with one solid purpose. I'm here to hurt as many people as I can.

I just have one hope.

Before I'm through... I hope one of you can bring me the sweet pain I came searching for!