“Violence Fetish."

Out of Character Commentary: Here's the first entry in the series, more to follow at some point in the upcoming days.

And so we find ourselves heading into Spring Bash 2015. The Elite 8 has been determined and will square off in a Bunk house brawl match that traps them inside a steel cage that is brutal enough as is but now add in the fact that there are weapons involved and you've got yourselves one barbaric match. The prize for surviving this monstrosity is either one hundred thousand dollars or a chance at the Championship of his or her choosing. Eight [un]lucky souls step into this contest: Alex Bennett, Summer Stratus, Mateba, Oz, Zarek Lyle, Finn Whelan, Krys Jericho and Victor Vendetta. Only one of them will be the survivor, there will be blood that will undoubtedly shed in this grueling contest. It certainly won't be for the weak at heart, put the women and children to bed. Source: GWC.com

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The internet and social media can try and spin this whichever want they wish, they can call this one of the most dangerous matches in GWC history. They can label this as a deadly match but for me, it's simply a walk in the park. A match of this magnitude doesn't shake me to my core and it doesn't frighten me in the least bit. Does anyone honestly think that I'd be bothered by being inside a cage? I've lived in a cage my entire life. Weapons? Oh my! I'm not one of these fragile little cunts running about. Stepping inside environments like that is part of who I am. Some may call it a curse - a life like mine, but others view it as a blessing. It's certainly a violent life, but a fulfilling one and the best. It's my cross to bear and I'll bear it gladly - someone has to stand up and bring a little anarchy into the world and why should it not be me?

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The scene opened with a live shot outside of my Sex Chamber, the door slowly opened to reveal Krys Jericho - shortly followed by an appearance by me, with no shirt on and cuts upon my chest with very little blood running down. "You needn't worry, Krys - we have our agreement set." I stated and she would nod. "But just before you go, let me throw the notion out there that anytime you need me to powder that big chocolate ass of yours..." In the middle of my statement, I would smack her very hard on that voluptuous ass of hers. "...you know where to find me." I said, wearing a smirk and she would simply take her leave. I then took notice of the camera crew standing there. "Oh, we're live now? Okay then, come on in." I said, inviting them into my private area but before they entered - I had killed all the lights except one where I had a chair for myself to sit in. Taking my seat, I pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking a few drags and looking into the camera. "I'm not your usual type of guy that does these things, if you haven't noticed that by now. Everyone gets their rocks off by telling you how great they are and they like to bore you with details of who they are and how they got here and where they intend on going. Anyone involved in this sadistic bunk house brawl match is going to be looking to springboard themselves into a title picture." I said and took another hit of my cigarette. "You know, all my life - I've been called many things: cruel, unkind, sadistic, uncaring and you know what? They're all true, I am all of those things and more. People may be timid heading into a match like this but for me, this is like a playground. I don't fear being inside of a cage - hell, I've been in one my entire life. My mind..." I said, pressing my finger hard against my temple and tapped repeatedly. "...this is a dangerous place to be in and all my life, I've been imprisoned inside. There's only two things I care about in this world: sex & violence." I said, followed by a sick chuckle. "People have been pouring in their emails and tweets saying that 'oh Victor Vendetta could be the next World Champion, what a great and unstoppable champion he would be' and while that may be fine for some, it does nothing for me." I would admit. "See, when I signed my contract here in GWC - I let my intentions be known then and I will let them be known once more here and now. I have zero desire to be a Champion, that's not to say that I won't take a title as a consolation prize but my main focus first and foremost is always carnage. My appetite for destruction and blood is insatiable. Eight souls will enter this brutal match type locked inside a cage with one another with weapons being involved and just beat the living hell out of one another. Now, I'm sure most will gun for me and that is fine by me, I welcome it but here's a little food for thought: I feel no pain." I said, followed by yet another sick chuckle. "Quite the revelation isn't it? It's not something to say just because it sounds good, it's true. I feel absolutely nothing, for years - before even coming to the states to compete - I had been involved in the London Underground Wrestling scene. On a weekly basis the ring itself was a torture chamber, there were no ring ropes, they were replaced by razor wire. You may take notice of all the scarring upon my body and while you may say to yourself that it must hurt - like I said, I feel nothing. It's merely flesh wounds, a sign of being mortal but my thirst for blood is deeper than these scars and my want to utterly destroy everything and everyone is what keeps me going." I said, taking in another hit of my cigarette. I would not rise up from my chair, standing in place.

I continued on. "I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to 'hype' this upcoming brawl. Let's get it over with then..." I said, taking in a deep breath and rolling my head side to side cracking my neck. "...It's time to face the facts, I'm not going to be locked in a cage with you all. You all are going to be locked in a cage with me." I said pointing to myself. I honestly didn't give a shit who it was that was in there, they all needed to understand the fact that being trapped somewhere with me isn't going to be all roses and lollipops. It's bad enough that I was out to hurt someone without weapons in the mix but now when you add that factor in, you just know that someone is going to have their career shortened. "Over the years, I have been called many things: unstable, unhinged and completely psychotic. All of which are the truth - see, not once have I pretended to be something or someone I'm not. With me, what you see is what you get." I said, which was quite true. Most people have their on and off switch when the camera is going and the one great thing about me is the fact that I'm the same damn way whenever you're around me - whether there's a camera going or not. "Most people in this business come into it for the glory but I'm in it for the sheer satisfaction of causing as much destruction in my wake as humanly possible. Everyone else wants the success and I just want blood." Like I said, I'll take a Championship as a consolation prize but blood is my ultimate end game. "Let me tell you something about success though: success is like a pregnancy, everyone congratulates you but what nobody knows is how many times you got fucked to achieve it." No truer statement could be said there. "There's so many different elements involved in this match, you add in weapons and a cage with nowhere to run and you've basically signed someones death warrant. Which brings me to the participants involved in this: Finn Whelan. I know nothing about this kid other than the fact he's an eccentric soul and that's fine but that shit will not do you any favors when you're in there with me. While I have nothing personal against you kid, I'm going to split you open and wear your blood upon my chest. If I had things my way truly, I'd knock out your fucking teeth and wear them around my neck. Try and pump yourself up thinking that you have an opportunity here and I'll be the first to tell you that you do. A chance to be mauled by yours truly." I said pointing to myself. "Moving along to the next one: Alex Bennett. Where do I begin with this one? Let me first start off by saying you're a fucking cunt. You waltz into the company and then proceed to make these bold claims that you are God's gift professional wrestling. Have you no ounce of originality? Are you unaware of how many times that's been played to death?" These were questions I already knew the answers to so he needn't even answer. "Alex Bennett, personally I don't give two shits what you proclaim yourself to be. With the amount of legality that's involved in this match in terms of how barbaric it's going to be, just know that when the opportunity arises for me to rip your flesh off, I will not hesitate in the slightest. Simple fact of the matter is that you came in riding a wave and now it's over. This is where it ends and you can attempt to dispute this all you like but when all the smoke clears, blood will be spilled. Point blank, I intend to gut you like a fucking pig." I said wearing a very perverse smile on my face.

"Now I move on to dear old Mateba, you're nothing more than a one hit wonder. You run around wanting to be some untouchable force. Your little tales from the crypt is overrated and played out. I suppose it was a somewhat 'cool' when you first appeared on the scene but it's over now. You can run around with your love slaves but that's been done by yours truly. You tell that Anneka if she wants a proper good fucking, come be part of my sex chamber. Try to pull the wool over everyone's eyes but you'll never fool me." I stated. "Your little riddles and the world is mine nonsense that you spew won't help you here. Stick to the backyard scene with your magic tricks and blowing smoke up everyone's ass because I see right through you. I must admit that I am honestly surprised that you even managed to somehow make it to this round, but I guess if you just sit around awaiting the right moment to show your face then yes, it's that easy. You have nowhere to hide in this one, I will expose you for the fraud that you are." I stated. "From one fraud to another, Oz... the crazy guy. You know something Oz, let me tell you something - there's two things I can't stand in this world: people who are intolerant of other people's cultures and the Australians. Oz, every week you open your mouth and you step into the ring and I see you but I don't see you. I see you trying desperately to grasp ahold of something you're not - like you're trying so hard that it's practically being forced. You want to see a psycho? You want to see a mad man? Look no further than me and when you're locked in that cage and you cross my path, you'll know exactly what a psycho looks like. You want crazed lunatic?" I questioned and I started to punch myself in the face repeatedly. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, OZ?! YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO STEP INTO THE RING AND OUT CRAZY ME?!" I was yelling these questions into the camera. "I'm afraid that's impossible." I said in my normal voice as I ceased with the hitting. "Oz, I'm going to rip your damn head off." I said with a smile on my face. "Zarek Lyle, you're coming into the match with something to prove and I'm going to be honest with you. From what I've seen so far, you are a great talent and quite the foe but here's where those compliments end. You're not cut out for matches such as these - this is where the sadistic thrive. It's matches like these that not only shorten careers but if one wrong move is made, it can very well end them in an instance. Should you cross my path in this thing, that could happen to you and I know you'll combat it with whatever wordy nonsense you can ponder up but when it's all said and done, rest assured that you're going to be polishing my fist with your teeth." I said, holding my fist clenched into the camera for a moment before moving onto my next target. "Which now brings me onto Summer Stratus. Summer, what can I really say about you? I mean, something that hasn't already been said or something that nobody knows? I suppose nothing at this point because what you are is nothing more than a walking broken record. Each time you're due for your big moment you say you're going to win it and what happens? You fail and do you know why? I'll tell you, it's because you're a failure and that's what failures do - they fail. It's okay though because I'm in the match and I'll be sure that I'm the one to put you out of your misery. You will leave as a shell of your former self and hell, you might never want to lace up your boots again. May as well go to Hume and ask him to stick your behind the commentary table once this is over with because you're going to get hurt. Not in any way you have before, you're stepping into the ring with a focused blood lust driven maniac. There's no amount of training that can prepare you for me, but keep on blowing up that ego of yours because once Spring Bash is over - I'll take pleasure in bursting that ego balloon of yours, along with busting that face of yours open. Bleed for me, Summer - bleed for me!" I said, taking a knee for a moment.

"At this time, I'd like to confess to something." I said and I would rise up and sit back down in the chair. Taking one last hit of the cigarette before putting it out on my arm and flicking it to the side. "I have all these characteristics of a human being: flesh, blood, hair and skin but not a single indentifiable emotion except lust and hatred. I am an extremely lethal individual but I realize that there are no more barriers to cross. Within my life, I have caused mayhem and I yet hold utter indifference toward it. I do not hope for a better world for anyone; in fact, I want pain to be inflicted upon others, I want no one to escape. Even after admitting this, I realize there is no catharsis, punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from this telling so all in all, this confession has meant nothing." Upon saying that, I took a moment to look down at the ground, then back up to the camera. "At Spring Bash, I'm coming to unleash a lethal ass kicking on anyone that gets in my way. All of you need to face the realization that you're the architects of your own demise." I said with a smirk on my face as I sat back in my chair, from the darkness behind me was a hand of chocolate shade resting upon my shoulder. Could it have been Krys' hand? Possibly. What was going on between us? That's for us to know and us only. Prepare for a take over.