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The camera opens just as Fertility Lynch comes bursting through the front door of the Five Ace's Casino sporting a crimson cocktail dress, a fresh shiner over her left eye and a Thompson SMG. As she enters she sprays a round off of the belt into a line of still and silent one arm bandits. Everything's suspiciously silent, empty, dead, save the lights still illuminating the casino floor and the back light of the bar at the other end of the room. Lynch studies this precarious and deserted casino floor before seemingly coming to a conclusion in her head, blowing the smoke off of the barrel of her Tommy Gun, and letting it clack to the floor.
Fertility Lynch: Ah screw it.
Lynch hikes up her cocktail dress and makes her way to the bar. She peers behind the bar suspiciously before reaching over and pouring herself a drink. As she settles back on her stool she feels the familiar cold kiss of a gun barrel bore into the back of her head. She smiles at the presence of her suitor.
Fertility Lynch: Put it down now toots or no shade or amount of lipstick on that button nose of yours will save you.
Lynch spins around on her bar stool to face her assailant. A glint of surprise flashes in her eyes as they catch sight of the clad in black masked man Dos Cruces. The smile quickly returns to her face as she spins 360 on her bar stool playfully.
Fertility Lynch: I thought you were the cocktail waitress.
Dos Cruces: Why?
Fertility Lynch: Well someone's here to pop me. Didn't think it would be the bookkeeper.
Dos Cruces: I gave the cocktail waitress the night off.
Fertility Lynch: It looks like you gave everyone the night off.
Dos Cruces: Not everyone.
Cruces motions for Lynch to turn around. She does so to find a hulking figure behind the bar, clumsily dressed in a tux and holding an almost comically small Ruger. Lynch rests her elbow on the bar and props her bemused face up as she stares at the big man with a tiny gun in wonder.
Fertility Lynch: Sure you can fit your finger through that trigger hole big'un?
Dos Cruces: His aptitude is none of your concern. Not as long as I have this gun pressed against your cranium. Your gun, I might add.
Fertility Lynch: Good god, give a girl a chance. You really going to unload a full belt from a Tommy into this pretty red head?
Dos Cruces: I figured you wouldn't mind, seeing as how you're immortal and all.
Fertility Lynch: Unlike some.
Dos Cruces: You'd be surprised.
Fertility Lynch: So what's the hold up? Pop me. Fill my brain pan with bullets with my own gun. The suspense is killin' me here.
Dos Cruces: No. Not before I get my big reveal.
Dos Cruces grabs Lynch's shoulder and swings her around to face him once more. Lynch, looking more annoyed than scared, crosses her arms and legs and waits for what's next impatiently.
Fertility Lynch: So what? Going to rip off that mask and reveal you're Samael Graves?
Dos Cruces: That would be quite the magic trick now wouldn't it?
Fertility Lynch: Yeah, especially since he's been dead for fifteen years.
Dos Cruces stares on wide eyed as Lynch spins back around and pounds the bar.
Fertility Lynch: Hey tons of fun. Pour me a finger of scotch and uh...use your big ol' sausage fingers to measure it.
Dos Cruces: How did you know-
Fertility Lynch: What? that Graves was dead? Maybe it's because I'm an omnipresent being who sees and knows all. Maybe it's feminine intuition. Or maybe it was because I was a pallbearer at his funeral.
Dos Cruces: Which is it?
Fertility Lynch: Can't a gal be a total package?
Dos Cruces: But I must know
Cruces steadies the gun on Lynch. Lynch stares it down through half slit, unimpressed eyes and turns back to the bar.
Fertility Lynch: Easy, easy. I figured you'd be in the know seeing as how you've been around since day one.
Dos Cruces: Catch me up to speed then will you? my memory's fuzzy.
Lynch tilts her head in somewhat amused confusion. She shoots a smile at the beastly bartender and gestures in disbelief over her shoulder at Cruces, then turns back to her rude company.
Fertility Lynch: In 1977 I helped Graves escape from a Siberian gulag and-
Cruces fills the carpet around Lynch's bar stool with lead in an unannounced burst of gunfire.
Dos Cruces: I've heard that one. Try another.
Fertility Lynch: Jesus Christ! You almost scuffed my shoes!
As Lynch reaches down to check on her recently purloined ruby slippers, Dos Cruces charges her and grabs a handful of hair. He yanks her upright by the follicles and slams her head on the bar. Lynch lets out an insane cackle as the brutish muscle behind the bar straightens his tie uncomfortably.
Dos Cruces: Tell. Me. Who. You. Are.
Fertility Lynch: I'm a ghoooooost. Woooohahahahaha.
Dos Cruces: SHUT UP!
Fertility Lynch: Keep playin' rough and it'll cost you. Might even charge wide load for watching.
Lynch winks up at the bartender who looks visibly interested at this point. Cruces yanks Lynch off of the bar by the scruff of her neck. Lynch immediately takes the opening in Cruces fury driven rampage and yanks off his mask. She covers her mouth as the mask seems to fall to the ground in slow mo. Lynch can barely contain her joy as she smiles in complete and abject adulation as auburn locks fall from beneath the mask. She hops up on her bar stool like a housewife spotting a mouse on the floor and points an accusatory finger at the other Fertility Lynch in the room.
Fertility Lynch: I fucking knew it!
Lynch 2: W-what?
Fertility Lynch: I knew the fucking Pyrrha Sisterhood would send another one. Or are you one of those silly 'Necroreaper' weirdos who like to put the 'f' and the 'L' together in some weird shepherd's staff and scythe?
Lynch 2: Who?
Fertility Lynch: Oh...you don't think you're the only knockoff brand on the assembly line do you? There are TONS of you nutjobs out there being kidnapped, programmed, or birthed and named 'Lynch'. I swear you guys obsess over this whole vigilante goddess thing.
Lynch 2: NO!
Fertility Lynch: Then who are ya? And uh, whose the tall, dark, and musty guy behind the bar?
Lynch's Muscle: I AM-
Lynch 2: It doesn't matter who he is. What the hell are you talking about?
Fertility Lynch: You don't know? Every ten years or so one of your Fertility Lynch fan club temple nuts puts a Lynch up to popping Samael Graves in my name. Ironically enough, for the past forty years I've been hired to snipe you little wannabes down. And to think it's all because five or six people survived the first massacre in '77 and misinterpreted what the hell happened.
Fertility Lynch: Wait. How did you know Graves was dead?
Lynch 2: I was uhm...sent in '07. Before I unloaded into a bunch of cocktail waitresses and tourists I noticed something over the bar.
Lynch 2 glances up. Fertility follows her gaze to find a framed black and white picture of Graves placed over the bar with an obituary next to it..
Lynch 2: Did you...?
Fertility Lynch: What?...oh me? No, I didn't pop him. He was like...eighty or some shit. Died of cholesterol or something lame and mortal. He's buried up in Rose Mountain Cemetery out in the valley. Cruces used to take care of the headstone marker and send rival gangs a cut of the casino earnings to keep things civil. Then he suddenly went quiet. A cartel sent me out to figure out why he'd gone ghost on them and kill whoever was responsible. Thought it would be fun to toy with you before I...well...
There's a pregnant pause between the two Lynch's as Fertility stares down the 2nd Lynch, waiting for her to catch up to what's going down. The reality of the situation suddenly dawns on Lynch 2 and she lifts up her gun, just as the 'real' Fertility pulls another pistol out of her guarder. The bartender fumbles and dropping his Ruger.
Fertility Lynch. Clever girl! All caught up are we?
Lynch 2: L-l-let me explain.
Fertility Lynch: I'm not your maker kid. I'm not here to pass judgment. I'm just here to do a job.
Lynch 2: THEY WANT ME DEAD! I-I work for no one. Me and Jerk, we-we-we're exiles sorta. We just needed somewhere to disappear to after the Triad Gam-GAH!
Fertility pops a cap into her pretender's knee. She falls to the ground clenching her leg with both hands. Fertility kicks the Tommy out of her reach and aims between her copycat's eyes.
Fertility Lynch: You know, I was really hoping I would get to quit being so masochistic this year...
A blast emits from behind Fertility. She turns to see Jerk behind the bar wielding a shotgun. She gives him an indignant look as he points the double barrel in her direction.
Fertility Lynch: Aw c'mon!
Lynch 2 weakly swipes at Fertility's hand. Fertility rolls her eyes and tosses her gun aside willfully and raises her hands.
Fertility Lynch: Alright. I'm paying attention. Say your peace big guy.
Jerk the Synonymous: 'tilly saved Jerk. 'tilly taught Jerk to speak. 'tilly find place for Jerk to hide. No hurt 'tilly.
Lynch cuts her eyes at her writhing 'other'.
Fertility Lynch: You're 'tilly I take it?
'tilly: Yeah. Jerk's...kind of complicated to explain.
Fertility Lynch: If you told me he was a thawed out caveman I'd believe you.
'tilly: *hissing through her clenched teeth in pain* You're not far off. I went back to my guild with the news of Graves's dead. They didn't believe me. They threatened to deactivate me for heresy. That is, until they found Jerk and a chance to exploit him.
Fertility Lynch: ...Triad Games?
'tilly: They put us in a tourney to test Jerk's capacity for being housebroken. They offered me the job as handler because they said all of the other Lynch's were too harsh toward Jerk. I took the offer because...well, the alternatives were wasting away in a library or having a hole drilled in my head. Nugh...They said I was bad at being a Lynch. Said I was incapable of killing.
Fertility Lynch: Yeah, I could attest to that one.
'tilly: When they made it known to me that I was doomed for the operating table win or lose, and that Jerk hadn't lived up to their expectations as a 'pet' and was set to be put down. We ran. We ran to the only point on the map that we were ever taught to know. I knew no one would be expecting a Lynch to turn up one year early, so Jerk and I...well...
Fertility Lynch: You and Lennie Smalls killed Cruces and assumed his role as book keeper. Got it.
'tilly: God this hurts so bad.
Fertility Lynch: Well if it's any consolation, it's about to stop hurting
Fertility Lynch: I can't let you live. I promised the cartel that I'd send them Dos Cruces killer. Seeing as how you're the only person who fits the bill, and I don't want a cartel on my ass, I'm going to have to kill you.
Jerk cocks his shotgun. Lynch quickly removes one of her heels and boomerangs it at Jerk, knocking the shotgun clear of his hand. She reaches into her cleavage and pulls out an almost comically long barreled revolver. She aims it at 'tilly's head as Jerk looks on in helpless horror.
'tilly: For fuck's sake! how many guns do you have on you!?!
Fertility Lynch: See now this is why you suck at being me. Well, that and your roots are showing...
Lynch cocks back the hammer as 'tilly flinches on the ground. Jerk tries to dive through the bar gap, only for his huge frame to get wedged in and stuck midway through. Lynch steadies her finger on the trigger and prepares to lay down the hammer when suddenly the front door opens. Everyone stops and stares as a short haired redhead walks in with an UZI in both hands. She fires off a round into the slot machines before stopping dead in her tracks at the door's threshold, gawking at the inexplicable scene playing out within the Five Aces. Everything seems to freeze in time, as if the paradox of the situation finally sunk in and pressed the pause button on reality's remote. Fertility is the first to move. She glances at the cowering 'tilly on the ground, and then at the perplexed interloper standing in the doorway.
Fertility Lynch: She one of yours?
'tilly: I-I-It is March 7th. It wouldn't be unheard of...
Fertility Lynch: Riiiiight.
Fertility swings around and guns down the stunned interloper. 'tilly takes this opportunity to lunge for the Thompson on the floor. She points up at Fertility from her back as Lynch turns to address her kneeling and bloodied prey. At the sight of 'tilly on the ground pointing up at her, Fertility rolls her eyes and grabs the nozzle of the Thompson and pulls 'tilly up to her feet.
Fertility Lynch: Cut it out.
Lynch easily wrestles the gun away from the one-legged impostor and tosses it to the ground. 'tilly looks on in confusion and agony as Fertility Lynch grumbles and reluctantly tosses off her remaining ruby slipper and starts heading for the door. Lynch hears the click of a shotgun over her shoulder as she starts to exit the Five Aces. She shakes her head in frustration and turns to face 'tilly being braced up by Jerk as the un-thawed Viking once again points shotgun at her.
Fertility Lynch: What's wrong with you two?! Can't you tell when you've won?
'tilly and Jerk look at one another confused. Fertility sighs and reaches down, grabbing a handful of the third "Lynch's" hair.
Fertility Lynch: Um, hello? I killed Cruce's murderer.
'tilly: But I killed Cruc-
Fertility Lynch:Nooo. I killed A Fertility Lynch. You know...the one who killed Dos Cruces.
Jerk: But 'tilly killed mask man.
Lynch stares up at the heavens, questioning whatever unknown deity in a hushed whisperer before padding across the casino floor toward the confused 'tilly and Jerk. She grabs 'tilly by the shoulders and stares her in the eyes.
Fertility Lynch: Listen to me very carefully. THAT Fertility Lynch over there? The one that's dead? Yeah, that's the one who killed Dos Cruces. That's the one I'm sending back to the cartel in a pine box. There was nobody else here when I got here, just her. Ya get me?
Fertility gives a giant, agitated, wink to the still confused looking 'tilly and Jerk.
'tilly: O-oooooh. I see. SHE did it.
Jerk: But 'tilly kill Cross Man.
'tilly: No Jerk. We did nothing wrong, remember?
Fertility Lynch: My god, are both of you half-thawed morons? Get lost and lose the hair dye.
'tilly: Where do we go?
Fertility Lynch: Anywhere that's wheelchair accessible outside of California or Nevada I guess...
Fertility Lynch: I mean, unless you just plan on piggy backing on Jock itch there.
Fertility Lynch: You're questioning why I'm not killing you? Seriously/? You're looking that particular gift horse in the mouth? I swear, you book smart types have zero common sense. If it appeals to your sense of continuity I'd be more than happy to take you out back and finish the job. Either that or you can hop on that human wildebeest's back and ride out of here like it's the end of the fucking Never Ending Story atop your giant luck dragon. It doesn't matter to me personally. I can turn the right body into the cartel or I can give them Jane Doe over there. They'll never know the difference. As long as it's red and dead I get paid. At least this way I'm getting paid to turn in an actual trained killer with some gunpowder on their trigger finger. There's that and the fact that I wont have to go through with shooting myself in the face twice in one night. Iiiit's quite the unnerving experience.
Lynch turns to leave again. She barely makes it a footstep before she feels the light grasp of 'tilly's hand on her shoulder. She spins around on her bare heel once more to stare down her mirror image with contempt.
'tilly: Who are you? I mean really?
Fertility takes a moment to process this question before putting her coy face back on and gently removing her doppelganger's hand from her shoulder.
Fertility Lynch: Have you ever heard of the Montana Vigilante Committee?
'tilly looks to Jerk, who only smiles back obliviously. Regretting her choice to 'phone a friend', she turns back to Fertility and shakes her head no.
Fertility Lynch: They were a gang of men who took the law into their own hands when the justice system was too made up of crooks to properly function. They'd string up the high society profiteers who thought they were rich enough to be out of law's reach. They'd take out the criminals that managed to dupe the local chapter of law enforcement and make sure they were never seen or heard from again. The funny thing was that they'd always give the wrongdoers an 'out' of sorts, a chance to skip town and not face the gallows of small town justice. They'd leave the numbers 3-7-77 somewhere on their property. Whether it be carved in the door of their house or painted on the side of their horse, or even sent through letter via pony express, if someone found those numbers on their property they knew their time on this earth was short.
'tilly: What'd the numbers mean?
Fertility Lynch: Nobody really knows. Some say it's the dimensions of a grave. Some say it stood for the number of days, minutes, and hours the person had left before the mob came callin'. Others say it was in reference to the first date that the citizens came together to snuff out crime, March 7th, 1877. Some are even nutty enough to believe it's got some secret masonic meaning. Maybe they're right considering Montana highway patrolmen still have the numbers proudly embroidered on their shoulder badges.
'tilly: What's your point?
Fertility Lynch: My point is that without knowing for certain whether there is a god in heaven or not, people go to church every Sunday and proudly wear a cross around their necks. Without knowing unequivocally whether or not we're the only lifeforms in a vast galaxy, mankind still goes to the stars in search of life out there among the constellations. Without evidence of the contrary, you dyed your hair dark red under the counsel of some weird fetish cult and bought hook line and sinker that you were Fertility Lynch. Even now, fully aware of the other you's out there in the world you still cling to that identity as an absolute. My question to you is what does a Christian do when he meets Christ? What does NASA do when approached with proof of life on Mars? What do you do when I tell you that you're just a brainwashed kid playing dress up whose ran into the real McCoy?
tilly: I say you're crazy.
Fertility Lynch: Then why bother asking what 3's and 7's stand for after blindly killing to honor them if you're not ready to accept the truth of what they really mean?
Fertility turns one last time and heads for the door, leaving her still bleeding out 'twin' staring down at her blood on the floor in horror.
Fertility Lynch: I repeat; Stay out of the Cal-Neva area, especially if you're going to be hobbling about with my name on your lips and your roots showing.
Fertility exits the casino, minding to step over the dead body in the doorway as she leaves her identity shaken doppelganger clinging to her viking pet as she bleeds out profusely. Jerk lifts 'tilly up in his arms effortlessly like a groom on his wedding night and heads for the fire door as sirens and flashing lights begin to fill the darkness of the night outside. Fertility Lynch heads down the strip, still barefoot and dressed to the nines in her crimson cocktail dress. She throws out her thumb just after a police car whizzes past her. The car immediately behind it curbs and lets Lynch bend over into the passenger side window to conduct business.
Driver: Hey doll, how much for a good time?
Fertility Lynch: That all depends. How up to date are your insurance tags?
Lynch snakes her hand into her guarder as she enters the car. Moments later the back windshield lights up with silent gunfire. The driver's side door opens and a body flops out. Lynch slides in behind the wheel and speeds off into the night, where the tail lights of her new ride blend in with the rest of the flashing lights of the Las Vegas strip.
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! March 6th 2017, 9:44 pm
]”I suspect you'll be looking for me. But that's all right, man, because I ain't never been too hard to find. Matter of fact, if you need me I'll be right here with all my friends."
[color:b230=century gothic]The winds blow through the trees, gently rustling the leaves within. The weather is turning warmer little by little, and the birds are returning from their warmer climates to chirp and sing in the branches. Sitting beneath one particular large oak tree is Alexander Devin himself, rocking back and forth in a simple wooden rocking chair. His head is bent down, eyes focused into a book that has captured his attention. It’s an old book with a familiar title, for those who are paying attention up to this point. It’s worn at the edges, showing how much this book has seen the hands of The Prophet. The title on the font reads ‘Children of the Corn by Stephen King’. He chuckles softly, his smile speaking of different things at the moment.
”They rejected the world that they were born from and chose to live in their own society, by their own rules, as they saw fit. They lived without the influence of adults, of those who did not see things their way. But try as they might, even they were subject to the rules that govern society. In their infinite wisdom, they could not see past their own walls, their own constructed lives. Truly it is a well written story, woven by Mr. King himself. One that I enjoy reading…quite a bit.”
Alexander put the small scrap of paper back in its place so he could pick up the book at a later date. He adjusted the straw hat sitting on his head, wrapped with a dark piece of cloth, staring out at the tree lined horizon before him. Staring out at something only he could see and envision. He chuckled again, smoothing out the front of his shirt carefully, slipping the book besides his leg for the time being as he continued to rock back and forth in his chair.
”You have to be able to see things beyond what normal people can see. Envision what others can not even imagine to manifest into their own lives and take chances with others who see things your way. Or if not, be willing to walk that path alone. Be willing to spread that word to others who will listen and follow it, but punish those who are not willing to learn and see with their own eyes. That’s the way I’ve always thought of things for myself. The wolf amongst the sheep, picking off the weak and unwilling.”
He let out a sigh, shifting a bit.
”I did not find success here in WMW on my first night, which was a disappointment on my part, something that I didn’t see but I knew I could rectify with a few changes you know? So I went back home, and came to sit under my favorite tree to read, to ponder, and to decide where to go next. If I spoke, would Tomo Jinnai be willing to listen? Would he sit cross legged at my knee, like he did as a child, and listen to the tales that I would weave for him? They are such fantastic tales, my friend. Of heroes, and the demons that lurk in the darkness. Those are the true heroes. Not the ones that dot the pages today. You could have been one, but you chose to dance in your faults and mess up where you should have succeeded. I only say this to you from experience. I never won my first one, but it shouldn’t distract you from everything else right?”
He chuckles softly, finding the whole situation rather funny.
”I am no fool. More like an intelligent man playing the fool’s game better than the fool can play it. If I were to use this intelligence for the wrong reasons, I’d be locked away somewhere dark and unfriendly right now. But I have managed to get this far by my…mind…and my skills…and not falling prey to those who would seek to call me otherwise.
I force nothing. Merely give people the choice, and show them the options they have. Some are all too willing, some just don’t give a damn at all. You, my friend, are leaning towards the opposite. You don’t care, and would rather be led by the sheep at your side than by true knowledge.
If that’s so, then this will make things easier. You spend too much time looking for the negative in everything, for people to blame, when looking in the mirror at night would give you the answer you so desperately seek. You shun those who spend time looking for other intelligent people, who use their mind as a weapon. I pride myself on that, very much. I dislike those who choose to think less of me because I am an intelligent man, and for that, I’ll deal out my own brand of punishment.
Your words will cost you dearly, Tomo.
Heed my words…”
Alexander pulls the book from his side, and opens it up where he left off, going back to his book as the scene fades out.
Seeing Tomo in any setting that wasn't a gym or a wrestling ring was always amusing to Ava. It was as if he didn't fit anywhere else other than those places, which could have been an accurate description considering who he was as a person. If he could, he would probably have lived in the gym instead of the hotel. So it was of course very unusual to see him sitting in a coffeehouse, staring at the drink in front of him as if it were the most alien thing he had ever encountered. Though Ava assumed he was less confused by the coffee and more displeased with the entire situation – the coffee was just a scapegoat.
“You're aware of who you're fighting this week?” Ava asked as she watched Tomo from across the table, catching the contempt in his eyes as he looked up from the drink in front of him.
“Alexander Devin,” he replied, the bitterness evident in his tone. It was clear that he was still infuriated over what had happened at the last show. Who wouldn't be? Arma De Dios had ruined his chance to shine, and it was understandable that Tomo wanted revenge – which he would get soon enough.
“'The Prophet'. A man wise beyond his years.”
“A fool.” It was snappy and sudden, something that made Ava smirk.
“You shouldn't underestimate him.”
“I won't. He's intelligent, but he uses it for the wrong reasons. People shouldn't force their beliefs onto others – it never ends well. You keep to yourself, or you pay for it.”
“You must know a lot about that.”
A silence fell between them, but the coffeehouse provided enough noise to soften the blow. The inane chattering from the people around the duo mingled and crashed, and it irritated Tomo even more. His face remained stoic, but in his head there was nothing but a mass of interconnected thoughts about Arma, Devin, and that car outside the window that he was certain he had seen before. But he tried to push them all back, focus on the matters at hand. He tapped the mug in front of him, the ceramic no longer as hot as it had been before. Still, the heat was a nice distraction, warm enough to keep him in reality and out of his own mind.
“I do. I've known a lot of people who think they're the wisest, but what they forget is that when you spend so much time praising your own intelligence, you get lost in your head. You believe the myths you tell yourself. And then when someone else comes along who is more cunning than you, you lose. Because they know where to find you. They know you're not here,” Tomo subtly gestured to the world around him, before pointing to his temple. “you're here.”
His gaze shifted momentarily to the window beside him, where he spied that car, still in the same spot it had been in all this time. He glanced at the license plate and vaguely recognised it. But Tomo refused to say anything. Now was not the time to get caught up in such issues.
“Alexander Devin spends too much time in his own head. He probably keeps rearranging everything up there, keeps losing focus. But I don't.”
Ava smiled and sipped at her coffee before interjecting. “He's supposedly trained under the best. I'm sure even with his potential lack of focus, he won't be an easy target. Gein gave you this match to test you, and so you need to be on top of everything.”
“Training means little when you get into the ring. You can train all you want, but it doesn't guarantee success.” Tomo paused and considered the latter part of his manager's statement. This was meant to be a challenge, but Tomo was certain he wouldn't let Devin get the better of him. “Gein will see what I can do. So will Arma. And I will see what he can do, and then I will outmatch him. He thinks he can control WMW, but he will not get what he wants. Not when I'm in the way.”
The determination in his voice was exactly what Ava wanted to hear. Arma's rampage at the last show had been disgraceful, and all it had done was get him in a very unfortunate position. It was a shame he wouldn't pay for his transgressions at the upcoming show, but Ava had no doubt that Tomo would give him a reason to stay in line.
“Excellent,” she said, leaning back in her seat with a more than satisfied expression on her face. Her eyes wandered over to the window that Tomo had been glancing out of, and she put her drink down, looking back to her client. “Excuse me for a moment. And drink your coffee, Tomo.”
With that, she was gone from her seat, heading out the coffeehouse door with her phone in hand. Tomo's gaze followed her, and then moved over to the window once Ava was out of view. He found her outside, stood by the coffeehouse with her phone to her ear. What she was saying, he couldn't hear, but he could see her ice-cold expression. As she spoke, Tomo looked over to the car across the street, which sat not far from his manager. Whether there was a correlation or not, he didn't know, but it wasn't long after Ava hung up that the car began to leave. As Ava made her way back inside, Tomo glanced down to his untouched coffee. It was blacker than the night, and his thoughts seemed to drip into it.
Alexander Devin: you won't be able to see this coming. Not even your dead prophecies can warn you about the challenge you face. And Arma De Dio, you should be watching. This week will be nothing short of a demonstration about what happens to men who think they're bigger than the world around them.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 23rd 2017, 10:14 am
Felix Lockhart| |The Nomadic Daredevil I, uhh.....
Felix Lockhart| |The Nomadic Daredevil I don't know what to say about my upcoming opponent. How should I respond to his blabbering? Daryl Danger, the one who thinks can do everything what he has done in virtual world? Okay, I'm a little bit confused here. So, this guy thinks he's better in this company where all these "internet rants" matter to him? Sometimes he needs to know what "kayfabe" means huh? well, it's a bit irony for me to say this. but no matter how many championship you collected in that online wrestling thing, no matter how many gimmicks you played out there, you still don't learn something. Someting, a magical word that we usually called.... "KAYFABE". Hey, you always sit down in front of your computer, right? yeah, just check out Wikipedia or something. I don't care... you don't even know what that means, apparently. When you pretend to be someone else and do whatever you like but I don't think kayfabe matters here.
Felix Lockhart| |The Nomadic Daredevil What brings you here, Daryl? because you're such a legend in your little roleplaying games? I'm curious now, actually. I'm really curious how your "experience" can keep up with the real world out there. I wonder how many gimmick can help you to keep up with every attack you receive. I don't even think you know how to get in the ring. Well, whatever. I am a good guy and I just want to wish you good luck when you face me in that ring. It should be fun, and the one who actually having fun is just me.
Felix Lockhart| |The Nomadic Daredevil You are absolutely right, I only come to this match just to have fun and nothing else. I got myself an absolute full control in this match. But still, I have to respect this legend. A wrestling federation is nothing without this sexy beast. Should I surrender against him? I may or may not be doing that because if I win this match, then what's the point of me? Same question if I lose. It is not proving anything actually and since I'm doing this for fun, it's not the matter of winning or losing. I might be using this match to relieve my body and just for a little warm up. But one thing you might remember, let me be the first one to show you how cruel real world is. I'm going to hurt you, Daryl. I'm going to hurt you, oh Almighty Legend. So bad, that I will make you regret coming out from your filthy bunker and send you back ranting on the internet, raging out and shout "IT'S STILL REAL TO ME, DAMMIT!". Yeah, you actually shout by using caps lock, right? Whatever.... Greetings from Felix Lockhart! Welcome to the real world, old man!
Felix Lockhart| |The Nomadic Daredevil Fuck, what the hell am I talking? I'm going to get fired after this....
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 22nd 2017, 11:23 am
WMW EXCLUSIVE: DARYL DANGER RANTS ABOUT NOT RECEIVING AN IMMEDIATE WORLD TITLE SHOT IN HIS FIRST MATCH IN WMW
WELCOME TO THE DANGER ZONE!!!
The following was posted on the official Facebook account of “The E-Fed Legend” Daryl Danger at 3am on Wednesday February 22nd.
Wow. This is honestly some fucking bullshit and I really am tired of this fucking treatment. Do you even know who I am? The WMW staff clearly doesn’t since they choose to treat me like shit. It’s getting fucking too much and if it continues I won’t hesitate to take my talents to another fed where I am actually respected. You know how many World Championships I have won in wrestling? Probably more than anyone else in this company. I have won over 50 World Championships online and WMW will be absolutely no different. As a veteran of this industry who has competed and been successful in dozens of gimmicks it is about time that WMW wises up and gives me the title shot that I richly deserve.
But instead they put me in this match against Felix Lockhart or whoever the hell he is. I honestly don’t care because I am a multiple time Hall of Famer in efeds so I have been around the block. Yet I haven’t heard of this Felix Lockhart at all. If he is supposedly good enough to face the greatest wrestler of all time in Daryl Danger then I would have obviously seen him post some promos around the internet right?!?! RIGHT! I mean this guy clearly is not even in my league and honestly I shouldn’t even be competing in this match. Daryl Danger only competes in the main event… That’s what I call the DANGER ZONE baby!
Speaking of the Danger Zone. I am getting sick and tired of dangerdick69 harassing me online. Look I have been working really hard on my weight. It has been a problem all my life but honestly it doesn’t stop me from being successful at what I do and I guarantee I get way more pussy than this loser troll. I tracked your IP address too faggot so you better get ready because I won’t hesitate to come to your house and beat your ass. Oh you think I won’t? Just try me fucktard! Well I don’t have time for you losers anymore obviously. Please only post respectful comments on my Facebook as this is a safe space only for Daryl Danger fans.
I will fucking block you if you don’t respect me and that goes for the trash WMW management as well.
-With love, from Daryl, your favorite Sexy Beast!
Facebook Comment Section Posted by dangerdick69 at 3:09 am Lmao! You fucking loser! You think you can step to me? Okay buddy! I work out five hours a day and am in the best shape of your life. You can’t even get off your fucking computer chair let alone come find me!!!
Posted by bigniggadick305 at 6:05 am Nigga you live with yo mom and you postin’ this shit… Come the fuck on!
Posted by spicylatinaforyou at 7:00 am Wow! I would never fuck you in my life!!
Posted by landersonfan27 at 7:05 am I can’t wait to see you lose all your matches! #Landerson4Champ
Posted by efeds4life247 at 9:02 am Yeah… shit like this is why we fired you. Also as far as being a Hall of Famer consider yourself revoked. We already replaced your HOF picture on our website with a picture of a dog turd. #Revoked
Posted by DarylTheFagLOL at 11:15 am ~This comment has been deleted due to a reported violation of Facebook's user guidelines~
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 20th 2017, 10:11 pm
Ladies and Gentleman, on the first ever episode of War Made Wrestling, I made history when I pinned Cassiopeia and become your Valkyries Champion. The moment I realized I was the champion, I was overcome with so much emotion. It almost seemed like I was living a dream. There was no chance that a woman like me, who contemplated giving up wrestling once and for all would be the face of the Valkyries. I had overcome eccentric characters, relatives of EAW stars and spoil brats to get in the position that I am in today. Speaking of spoiled brats, this brings my attention to Bianca Auriel. Now when you think of Bianca, you see the Golden Goddess within her vibrate in any room you stand in. She is the typical beautiful, blonde. Those perfect girl in those movies that you see guys all over. There is something about her that makes us shut our mouths and provide her with the attention that she craves. At the first episode of WMW, she got attention. Everyone now knows her as the woman Candice Blair made tap out and cost her chances of becoming a champion. It might not be the attention she desires, but it was attention. That has to say something! As of right now, I have what she wants. I have the attention she desires. I have the championship all the girls are killing each other to have. If you saw from the last match we all had against each other, these girls went to ends of the earths to be called a champion. These girls fought tooth and nail, but you, Bianca. Nah, you got eliminated. You thought that you were approaching an effortless match. You thought that there was not going to be any other girls better than you. You thought that being champion was going to be so simple for you. Just like it was simple to sit on your ass for the past twenty years as you piggyback off hardworking people like your father. Never had you have to lift a finger. Never had you known the feeling of having all of your hard work pay off. It’s kind of sad, Bianca. It’s sad knowing that you have never experienced the feeling of busting your ass for something that you really want. You seem like the type of woman to point at something and your daddy automatically hands it to you, not questions about it. Well, I’ve never had that luxury and before you bring up my sisters and their successes, I just want to inform you that it’s never been that way. It may be hard for you to believe, but once upon a time, we had nothing. Our no good father left us high and dry. He left us to fend for ourselves. Our mother did her best to provide a good life for us. My sisters did their best to do their part to provide for our family. When I got a job, I did my best to make sure that we would never go another day starving or wondering where our next meal is going to come from. Eventually, things got better. We were able to move into a bigger house and as we sat at the dinner table with our plates full, I knew from that moment that we made it. Why did we make it? Because we all busted our asses off to make sure that we got what we wanted. You Bianca, you have no idea how that feels. Those circumstances made me the woman I am today and I don’t resent it one bit. I’m here to say that if you want to defeat the champion, you’re going to do something for the first time in your twenty years of living and that’s earn it. Don’t think it’s going to be simple because I REFUSE to make it simple for you. I promise you that this isn’t going to be a simple victory for you. That wouldn’t be the greatest thing to do. You see, as Valkyries Champion, it’s my job to elevate this Division to the heights no other Womens Division has ever seen.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 20th 2017, 9:34 am
Cracked Cherry Tops: Volume 1
The camera opens up at the bar of Five Aces Casino once again, where a comically tired looking Lynch sits looking forward with a hundred yard stare as a piano tinkles away somewhere amidst the background white noise of clinking and whistling slot machines. She takes a sip of brandy, then a swig, shrugs, and then downs the whole thing. The reluctant cocktail girl approaches her from behind. She apprehensively reaches out a finger to tap her on the shoulder, before pulling away inches before contact, seemingly content with walking away without talking before Lynch squeezes her eyes closed and lets out a sigh of frustration.
Fertility Lynch: Jesus Christ...What?
The waitress looks down, takes a deep breath, as if trying to suck courage out of the air before turning back and sitting next to Lynch at the bar cautiously.
Cocktail Waitress: I, um, was just wondering why you were-
Fertility Lynch: Back so early? Ah shucks doll face, I missed the sight of your puppy dog eyes and cellulite peeping through those fishnets of yours.
Cocktail Waitress: There's uhm no reason to be rude miss.
Fertility cuts her eyes at the waitress, lifting an eyebrow of disbelief as she circles the rim of her brandy glass with her finger.
Fertility Lynch: Really? I mean I guess you're right. It's not like I was sent to die in some warehouse last month, and it's not like I have someone to kill here in two weeks, or have you forgotten?
Cocktail Waitress: Oh no miss. I remember. I was just quite surprised to, uh.
Fertility Lynch: What? What about my presence confounds you? Is it my early presence? Or the fact that I'm present at all after that warehouse mugging? Figured there'd be another pretty redhead number taking up space on a bar stool this week, did ya? Or maybe you thought Graves bought himself another year?
The waitress gives sort of a fearful waggle of her head, as if to indicate as politely as possible that Lynch is right in her assumption.
Fertility Lynch: No no. I don't die sweet cheeks. They say I die, and Graves keeps killin' me, but I'm as predictable and present as a clock running down the hours. No matter what ringer your boss decides to put me through, no matter what trial or tribulation, no matter what arm of god he tries to pimp me off to, I'll be here on March the seventh. As a matter of fact, I'll be here in the first hour of March seventh, at midnight, prime time for a joint like this, and I'll take as many down as I have to in order to get to him.
Cocktail Waitress: But miss...
Lynch gets uncomfortably close to the waitress's face and stares her down with a ravenous gaze and a cheshire cat smile. She puts a finger to her mouth, barely finding room between the both of them to place the tip of her index finger between her two pursed lips. Then, almost in a symbolic kiss of death, she boops the waitress on the nose, leaving a red shade of lipstick on the tip of her nose and rises from the bar and heads for the door.
Fertility Lynch: I'll see you in a few weeks Rudolph. And uh, keep that lipstick there. It'll remind me you're cute enough to save for last.
Fertility gives the cocktail waitress a playful wink, and somehow less playful finger guns before nudging out a side door. Out in the parking garage, she scans the nearly empty top tier in search for a vehicle. Her eyes light up as a cherry red Maserati Granturismo with the top down meets her line of sight. Without hesitating, she walks toward the car, then up the bumper, over the trunk, and plops down in the backseat. She lets her narrow body slink through the center console gap like a prowling feline predator, before curling up into the driver's seat. She begins to go to work hot wiring the car, before stopping suddenly. After pregnant pause she looks up to find a pair of eyes looking back at her through the holes of a black mask reflected in her rear view. A smile creeps across her lips as she sets back to work, seemingly nonplus by her new intruder.
Fertility Lynch: Ah. You must be Dos Cruces. The fabled book keeper for ol' Sammy boy. What do I owe the honor?
Dos Cruces: Usually in a situation like this the one getting the drop is afforded the courtesy of instilling fear with the first unexpected line of dialogue.
Fertility Lynch: You can't "Batman" me. I've spent more time looking over my shoulder than ahead in life.
Dos Cruces: Perhaps that's why you've always failed.
Lynch pauses for a moment to glower in the rear view at her unwelcome guest. Her self-aware smile narrows but never leaves her lips as she sparks the engine to life, only to let it idle silently under the hood as she puts the car in park once more.
Dos Cruces: I didn't come here to insult you Lynch. I've far too much respect for you to do such a thing.
Fertility Lynch: Please. Don't try to play double agent with me. You couldn't be more transparent if there were a twirled handlebar mustache painted on that hood.
Dos Cruces: I mean to cause no deception, only to present facts.
Fertility Lynch: Oh come on! your name practically translates to 'double cross' in Spanish, and I mean really, shitty, Spanish. Everything about you is a deception. I'm pretty sure you're not even Latino. As a matter of fact, for all I know, you're the one whose plugged me without permission so many times before.
Dos Cruces: Now how exactly would I do that if you always keep a pair of eyes in the back of your head?
Fertility Lynch: I've had plenty of guys shoot me from more angles than just behind.
Dos Cruces: In your line of work? I have no doubt.
Fertility Lynch: You better be referring to the hitwoman side of my resume.
Dos Cruces: Regardless, I'm sure everyone pays in one way or the other.
Fertility Lynch: Ya see, now you're testing my patients.
Dos Cruces: How admirable of me to test the patience of a woman who spends her whole life waiting to die.
Fertility Lynch: Now that's where you've got it all twisted. I wont die. I never die. I go away for awhile, I lay dormant, but I eventually come back. You're right though. : I'm coming to collect when I do, and the date on the bill says March seventh, twenty-seventeen.
Dos Cruces goes quiet and averts his eyes, as if to hide bemusement from the only facial feature exposed to show a tell. Lynch snarls and narrows her eyes.
Fertility Lynch: Now do you have a problem with that?
Dos Cruces: No, but you might.
Fertility Lynch: Why?
Dos Cruces: Lots of reasons, the biggest being that you're scheduled to appear at War Made Wrestling on the sixth.
Fertility Lynch: I'll no show.
Dos Cruces: You wont.
Fertility Lynch: I will.
Dos Cruces: You wont out of professional courtesy.
Fertility Lynch: Being a wrestler isn't my only profession.
Dos Cruces: But being a hitwoman is.
Cruces tosses a manila envelope into Lynch's lap. She looks down at it suspiciously, before ripping it in half and pulling half of the picture within out of one of the halves. She stares down with a glint in her eyes as Henry Burke's sullen face stares up a her from behind a placard with his name on it in reverse order.
Fertility Lynch:..."Dirty Harry"...
Dos Cruces: Last I checked there's a pretty good sized bounty on his head, and last I checked you called dibs.
Fertility Lynch: I did always enjoy playing "Lord of the Flies" with pig heads.
Dos Cruces: From what I've heard, you're a pretty big fan of 'Re-Animator' as well.
Fertility Lynch: Uh-uh. I never cross streams when it comes to business and pleasurable business. I tried it once and it bit me in the ass.
Dos Cruces: ...
Fertility Lynch: The next words that come out of that little mouth slit better not be a double entendre, or so help me I'll...
Fertility snaps around to face Cruces in the back seat, only to find an empty padded leather bucket seat staring back at her. She rolls her eyes and turns back around, slamming her hands against the steering wheel in angry disappointment.
Fertility Lynch: Shit...fucking Batman'd me. Well I guess I've got my work cut out for me at least. I can't say I thoroughly enjoy killing most cops. It brings along a lot of unwanted heat, and a girl in my professions has a lot of cop friends on the take that know her name and whereabouts, but abusive coppers are always fun to hang out in the meat locker to drip dry. Luckily for me most cops are crooked.
Fertility turns the rear view away from the back seat and on to her own face as she begins to paint her lips dark crimson.
Fertility Lynch: Henry Burke, scourge of the NYPD. They say he's a 'win at all cost' sorta guy on these fight club circuits. Hmh, wonder if he'll hit a lady?
Dos Cruces: [disembodied voice echoing off of the walls of the garage] You're no lady.
Lynch sticks her tongue out at the mirror and continues to doll herself up, putting on rouge and eye makeup as she talks through pursed lips.
Fertility Lynch: Still, this presents a very fun challenge for me. Two unlawful citizens scrapping it out. I'm sure he wouldn't mind putting me in handcuffs. Most men don't I suppose, but I've heard this one's trying to clear his name, and taking down Fertility Lynch would be quite the feather in his cap, especially right before my little date with destiny. He could be brought back into the force with full honors for such a feat I'd imagine. Too bad I've got my own little happy ending in mind. The kind of dough on his head could get me out of town quick after I pop Graves.
Dos Cruces laughs somewhere in the dark annuls of the parking garage. Lynch rolls her eyes as she applies a smoky liner.
Dos Cruces: You're still under the impression that this isn't a suicide mission. That's cute.
Fertility Lynch: In order to commit suicide one has to be capable of dying.
Dos Cruces: You are.
Fertility Lynch: Says who?
Dos Cruces: Says me.
Fertility Lynch: And who are you exactly? Some masked hench who thinks they're bulletproof because they have a name and a gimmick instead of a number and a uniform?
Dos Cruces: Maybe, or maybe it's someone whose seen what your insides look like on more than one occasion.
Fertility Lynch: I have regulars who can say the same.
Dos Cruces: Now whose the one spouting innuendo?
Fertility Lynch: The lovely ginger whose going to put Graves in the ground.
Dos Cruces: Cute turn of phrase, but quite redundant don't you think?
Fertility Lynch: If I wanted to talk to a shadow I would've stayed in tonight.
Dos Cruces: I could say the same.
Fertility Lynch: Screw this.
Lynch twists the wires hanging out of the dash together and fishtails out of her parking space and drives off into the night, just as Cruces steps out of the shadows and cuts a foreboding figure as his shadow stretches over the now empty lot. Just as the camera begins to fade out, a heavy set middle aged man in a Hawaiian shirt approaches the ominous Cruces, looks at him, and then at the empty parking space.
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 7th 2017, 7:12 pm
The Freak: III
“They rumbled, they ran, they circled and sang as he ran and ran and ran!”
*The scene opens up to a fast-paced action scene, an unrecognisable terrified man runs for his life- painting and choking on his own breath. His eyes dart around what seems to be launderette of some sorts as he scrambles past multiple furiously working washing machines. The scene switches to the back of a bald man's head sat in a small spinning chair; a T.V. dimly lights his surroundings allowing to the shadows to hide the unseeable.*
“This one, ‘he's a runner; fucking shame, thought he ‘ad some chance” mutters Duke Kade watching live CCTV footage of the running man.
*The scene switches back to the launderette as the continues to run, looking back in fright as he continues to slip over his feet, he isn’t looking where he’s going. The running man becomes the lifted into the air man only to become the caught by the neck man than to finally rest as the man with half his brains splattered across the floor man. His attacker, hidden in shadows, grabs hold of the former running man by the ankle into the depths of colourless shadows. The screen switches back to Kade upon witnessing the murder of the running man, he chuckles “Strikes like a snake and hits like a bull with the flair of a well, a brick. Interesting.” a knock echoes from behind Kade who smiles “Come in, mate” he swivels on his chair as lights erupts from a door shaped hole in the shadows, a large shadow enters and the light exits.*
Kade: “So, what’s ya name?”
A gruff western voice replies “Brody, boss”
Kade: “And do you know why you’re here?”
*The man named Brody steps out from the darkened tones, a fierce beard that matched his fierce blue eyes with a crew cut brown hair. He wore a now bloodied white wife beater and light blue jeans with brown cowboy boots. Kade gets up from his chair- Brody flinches ever so slightly (he had heard the stories) Kade notices to grin.*
Kade: “Brody mate, do you know why a nice lad like yourself is doing ‘ere?”
Brody: “Competition, boss”
Kade smirks and begins to pace.
Kade: “I guess you can say that. You did good Brody, I’m proud of ya- however, I have one more task for you”
Brody: “What is it boss?”
Kade: “Ask me how I feel about, this Cassy bird”
*Brody hesitates, raising an eyebrow to question his task- however, he pauses for too long as Kade spins on the spot, staring holes into his skull.*
Brody: “Ho-how do you feel about this Cassy bird, boss?”
*Kade chuckles and begins to speak again, pacing back and forth.*
Kade: “I’m glad you asked mate, I really do, cause this bird- she talks more shit than most politicians- I tell ya! Goals, challenges and being a fucking queen! Yikes, to be honest mate I didn’t fucking know we were auditioning for Disney roles if were, though, Cassy mate; I’d suggest being a witch- you’re ugly enough and by the sound of things you’re already are one! Burning my soul? Get the fuck outta here with that shit; the only magical thing about reality is that you have not been burned at the stake yet- yet! Cassy, Cassy; do you really think I care about a good human being- really? Me. If you’d actually paid attention if you’d fucking bothered you’d realise I don’t give a fuck about being a good little boy! Wanna know why? You already know, being a good little shit gets you nowhere! Look at yourself- if you can without crying, you lost your match, didn’t ya? You ain’t no fucking queen love, you’ll a little whining cunting bitch who didn’t get her way- so now, now ya feel the need to do this thing where ya tell ya’self “I’m gonna do better next time!” but it’s just a fucking voice Cassy, a little voice that’s heard and ignored by munted fucks like yourself. Get used to that voice, get used to failing, get used to being a fucking disappointment! You’d wish that daddy ‘ad pulled out! You’d wish that you could fuckin’ end it, bruv! Your wish, that addiction- I can give it to ya, I’m gonna give ya the easy way out Cassy; that black and white stripy cunt is gonna ring the bell and I’m gonna fucking ring my fist against your pretty little skull! I’m glad, I’m so fucking glad you know that this geezer he ain’t your usual bloke; you’re going to be my object, gonna be fucking used and abused, mate. Gonna throw your prissy queen ass around like a tool- a fucking tool! Do ya ‘ear me! Do ya!?”
*Kade shouts at Brody- saliva littered across his face, he doesn’t flinch as Kade continues his angry rant spitting on the floor as he continues.*
Kade: “Fuck your respect. Fuck your research. Fuck you, Cassy. I’m going to make a fool outta ya; show ya that you ain’t nothing but bum and tits. I can back up whatever fuck I say; I’m gonna back a bitch up against an ‘ard cold wall and give her the Majesty’s pleasure. It’s gonna be a fucking pleasure taking you a part- hearing ya scream for help, I can fucking hear it already. This shits gonna go be the best thing since Kim K and unfortunately for you, love; I’m the one getting famous!”
*Kade stares at the camera, licking his lips as he laughs uncontrollably before the lights go out sending the screen into the abyss.*
Step 1: Stop thinking like everyone else.
Step 2: Realize you will face resistance. Step 3: You will be tested. But it will be easy to keep doing it even when it gets difficult.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 5th 2017, 11:53 pm
I had the title of Valkyries Champion in my grasp. And I was helpless to watch it fall right out of the palm of my hand. Even though I feel as though I have a higher purpose in life, a higher calling, this hurts. I still have the stiches to prove it. Scars heal though, and now I must carry on to the next task at hand. Even though the visions and nightmares have subsided a bit, I still have more wrestling to do. I must earn the title of queen once again. My loss last time…. I keep the vision in my head. It’s a nightmare of a different sort, honestly. And instead of making me fear what may be ahead, this type of dream inspires me to chase new goals and new challenges.
My opponent, a man, seems to be lulled into a false security about his gender and how easy it will be for him to beat me. That’s quite alright. I’m used to being underestimated. I’m not all that big of a person, even by woman’s standards. I don’t appear to be all that strong. But as many a person has found out where I come from, looks are very much deceiving. The person that I am fighting seems to get a kick out of hurting people and winning money other than keeping his mouth shut and not incurring the wrath of a warrior.
If my path back to the title of Queen begins with a man, then so be it. You, Mr. Kade, are no queen. Even though we haven’t met face to face yet, your heart seems to reek of nothing but dark, impure things. From just listening to your voice I can find no redeeming qualities that justify extending any mercy, any pity towards you. You want to kill the one who flies among the stars? If you get too close, these flames burn, child.
There may be a time where I must face my greatest fears in WMW or even have the opportunity to challenge for the title that was so close to being held aloft in my hand. Maybe I’ll finally have the chance to silence the nightmares and quieten the critics who think that I am not worthy of being here. Tomorrow is not one of those times. Tomorrow is simply the day where I take out the trash.
Duke Kade. I know your name. I know that you are a horrible human being who cares about nothing but pleasure and money and thinks of women as nothing more than tools for your pleasure or a shoulder to lean on when you have boring stories to tell. The time for flattering yourself will come to a very abrupt and painful end.
And the name? Cassiopeia. My fists will burn every letter into your very soul….and make sure that you understand the need to respect and research your opponent’s thoroughly before making claims that you cannot back up.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! February 5th 2017, 12:41 pm
"Am I coy enough? Not boy enough? You wanted me in this dress or nothing else. You say, I am, I am not scared enough, prepared enough. You wanted me in distress. I've nothing left to fear. I am, I am here."
EVENT: WAR MADE WRESTLING EPISODE 2
MATCH: ALASTAIR VS CHASE
I have finally been blessed with a match in the returning company of War Made Wrestling. Our first episode saw history being set in stone, title wins and debuts of extravagant athletes. However, it was lacking myself, one of the first to even sign a contract! While I find that extremely pitiful on the part of Albert Gein, I cannot blame him for saving his best on such a stacked roster. Many of the faces who were shown before my own won't be remembered in the future, they're just filler. But remember mine. Remember my name. Robert Alastair. Because after tomorrow, it will not be a random arrangement of letters. It will be a sign of hope, a sign of class, and a sign of talent. You will forever associate me and my work with that of the highest tier. You know, it's unfortunate that my first opponent will have to be made an example out of. It's a shame that I will run through him and the rest of the "rookies" on this roster so quickly. Mr. Gein has pitted me against a young chap by the name of Ben Chase. But Ben doesn't roam alone, ladies and gentlemen. He has a brother, Jerry Chase, who will be at ringside for our bout. God, I want Ben & Jerry's now. But right off the bat, I can find differences between the two, or even three, of us. The so called Superkick Klub's agenda is "fighting the mainstream" and getting their name out into the world by foolish, immature antics. I know how much they'd love to make a profit off me in some way, shape, or form but it won't be happening. I am not blind or dumb, Klub. I think it's fairly obvious why you fight against the big show: because you couldn't make it there. There is no way men of your caliber would stand a CHANCE in the big leagues! You rely on cheap moves, rip off taunts, and your tweets to gain the sympathy and support of your ignorant fan base. I, however, solely depend on my skill. The art of wrestling that I've spent years and years crafting and perfecting. And it is quite disrespectful to me that you take this as such a joke. You may have thought WMW was a safe place for you to come and brag and act like children but alas it is not. Because I am here. And I will not stand for it! Now, Ben, the odds may seemed stacked against me with your brother being ringside, probably up to no good, but I can assure you this isn't the first time I've been in a situation of this sort. I was born to fight, born to overcome. I know what I am capable of and have never failed myself in my entire life. Whether I have to fight off one or two of you, the end result will be the same: me getting my hand raised in victory.
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 29th 2017, 7:36 pm
[The Scene opens where Landerson is talking to Mandy Mayhem in the back while Doug Douglas stops him]
Doug: Excuse me Landerson but may I get a quick moment of your time before your match next Monday.
E.Landerson: Como va
Douglas: last Monday on WMW you lost your match to Ben and Jerry Chase in then now you will face Astaroth next week on WMW So any Suggestions Landerson.
E. Landerson: Well u see Doug. the reason that I lost my match is because they wanted to let Jerry Chase n Ben to win instead of me but that's cool cause when I beat Astaroth next Monday then I'll be at Voltage fighting spirit three FPV after I get through with Astaroth next week on WMW on Eaw Network.
Doug: Landerson can u even defeat Astaroth next Monday.
E.Landerson: if only hows the match gonna turn out cause once I beat him fair n square then maybe I'll get a chance to become there next Eaw Champion against Y2impact or the owner of WMW Eclipse Deimos at Voltage fighting spirit right after our match together on WMW when I beat Astaroth next week on WMW then you'll be looking at your next challenger for Y2impact's Eaw Championship at Voltage fighting spirit three FPV as soon as I get rid of Astaroth next Monday on War Made Wresting on Eaw network.
(Landerson n Mandy Mayhem leaves when Doug Douglas Continues talking)
Doug: there u have it folks cause in eight days El Landerson will be in action when he faces Astaroth next week on WMW.
Douglas: So we hope that Landerson can win his match against Astaroth next week on WMW whenever they let him get an Opportunity for Y2impact Eaw Champion at Voltage fighting spirit third after he beats up Astaroth next Monday on WMW on Eaw Netowork.
[Camera Scene fades when El Landerson and Mandy Mayhem heads to his Locker Room before his match even begins next Monday]
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 29th 2017, 4:59 pm
The 24-hour gym, revered with dread by some and known by everyone as 'The Foundry', was empty save for two people. Though it was no surprise considering the time. Tomo had been adamant that he wake up at 4 am exactly in order to do some training, and Ava had decided to come with him. It wasn't that she needed to, but she wanted to. Seeing his progress inside and outside of the ring was of the utmost importance, and besides, she needed to inform him of who his opponent was. It could wait until he was more fired up, more awake. And as she watched him from where she sat, Tomo striking one of the many punching bags with all his strength, she knew it was the right time to reveal his opponent to him.
“Azrael,” Ava said, a slight Israeli lilt to her words. The name was Hebrew, after all, a language that had been ingrained into her since birth. “He's your opponent.”
Tomo stopped his strikes, his hands coming up to grip the shaking punching bag. His brow creased as he stared blankly ahead, before turning slightly to glance at his manager. “Azrael?” He questioned, the name sounding foreign as it escaped him.
“The 'Angel of Death'.”
At that, Tomo scoffed. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he strolled over to the sidelines, standing by Ava's side as she remained focussed on her phone. He glanced down at the screen, saw nothing but a bunch of words he couldn't quite understand yet. Then he looked back up and surveyed the empty and darkened gym. The darkness, combined with the name of his opponent, stirred a memory in his mind.
“There was a man who called himself that in Kobe.”
Ava looked up then, closing whatever had been on her phone for...safety reasons. “The 'Angel of Death'?”
Tomo only grunted in response, taking a moment to lean comfortably against the wall before speaking. “He thought he was a powerful man. He would point his fingers,” Tomo demonstrated by pointing at a distant training dummy that was resting opposite him, “and then people would die. But one day, someone pointed their finger at him. Someone much more powerful.” Tomo shook his head as he thought back on it all – the dark comedic tragedy of the entire situation. “That was the day I learned never to fear the Angel of Death. Or even death itself. Anyone who claims they are 'death' is either ignorant, or afraid of death themselves.”
He was wiping at his brow again, swatting away the last dregs of sweat from his workout. Reaching down to the gym bag beside her seat, Ava pulled out a towel and handed it off to her client, only after doing a millisecond-long scan of the rest of the bag's contents. Tomo took the towel with a quiet 'thank you', none the wiser.
“So, what will you do?” His manager began, leaning back in her chair as she watched Tomo dry his brow. “Show Azrael himself death? I can't imagine you'll give him mercy considering his bold claims.”
“There won't be mercy. I've already said that. It doesn't matter if my opponent is an angel or a demon, they will find nothing but pain at my hands.”
Ava smirked, more than pleased with Tomo's response and the determination she saw etched in his face. “Excellent.”
Though it was still not enough. Tomo may have been determined, but he needed more than that. It was in Ava's nature as his manager and just her personality in general that demanded more. She knew what her client was capable of, but the WMW roster didn't – not yet.
“There's a lot on the line, you know. This is your first match and you need to prove to Gein that you are deserving of what he may have in mind for you.”
“I know.” Tomo looked down at his manager, eyes filled with controlled fire. It was exactly what Ava wished to see. “I'll do more than just prove myself – I'll make an example of Azrael. If he thinks he can intimidate me, he'll be proven wrong. And if anybody else in this company thinks they can scare me or get the better of me, they'll be shown why that's impossible. A man who doesn't fear death fears nothing but himself. If the rest of WMW didn't already have a reason to stay away from me, they will after they see what I can and will do to my opponents.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Before anything more could be said, there was a light buzzing as Ava's phone began to ring. She glanced down at the number and practically jumped from her seat, already heading for the exit. “I have to take this,” she said as she marched off, sparing Tomo only a quick glance over her shoulder. He watched her from where he stood, arms folded across his chest, eyes following his manager with a hint of suspicion.
“I don't like secrets.”
His words echoed around the Foundry and prompted Ava to slow down in her tracks. She turned to face her client, phone still in hand. He wasn't being accusatory, not quite yet, but Tomo's tone suggested that he wasn't completely unbothered by the situation. Often he preferred to keep to himself – it was how his earlier life had told him to be. But this was a different context, one where he wished to know the full details.
“This isn't a secret – it's business.” It wasn't a satisfying answer, not in the least, and they both knew it. “I'll be right outside. Just keep training, I'll be back soon.” And with that, she was gone, though not before Tomo managed to hear the beginning of her phone call. Ava spoke in English too quickly for him to properly understand her, and before he could hear any more, she was out of earshot. He knew it was unlikely to be any of his business, yet he still couldn't help but be curious. After the incident that had forced him into the US in the first place, he had become a more wary man. Though he wasn't fearful. No, there wasn't much that could scare him now.
Still, there were more important matters to focus on. He looked back to the punching bag, the one he had damn near broken from its chains with how hard he had hit it. But that was just a taste of what would occur at WMW – just a preview of what Azrael would feel. The bag was most likely marked as well, bruised by fists that had killed before, traumatised by punches and kicks that had torn down opponents from all walks of life. The only difference between the punching bag and Azrael would be that Azrael will have the ability to see Tomo's face before the man beats him. He will be able to see into those eyes and see no hint of fear, no indication of hesitation. And it would be a sight that Tomo was sure others in WMW would face in the future. Though Azrael would be the first.
Azrael, prepare to face your own personal Hell: a man who can look death in the face.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 29th 2017, 4:38 pm
The Freak: II
*The camera cuts to trashy dimly lit whore house, punk rock music plays in the background as the camera makes it’s way through the corridor towards a faded pink door, it’s opened to reveal WMW wrestler Duke Kade laid out on a cheap pink, heart shaped bed- a shitty T.V. in front of them; Kade notices the camera as do the two munted birds next to him. The T.V. shows Kade’s promo last week as he begins to speak.”
“According to Mister Paradise, I gotta fucking watch more of this shit; it ‘urts my eyes mate. It really does, back in the day, I knew some bloke- good lad, he was a creative kid, he was an artist ya see and whenever we got smashed together he would always, always tell the same fucking story every fucking time- I tell ya! That cunt would not shut, the fuck up about it; he said that cause artist created stuff, them fuckers, they were the only ones who could ever see the flaws in their own work- no one else was a bigger judge of Art than the guy who made it. One night, we all were out of it and my mate- Tim, I think ‘e’s name was, he was there and well- I’d just had a long day dealing with some shit, so I weren’t in the best of moods ya see, and well, Tim that cunt. Was out of it but Kade here, he was verging on being sober, course this just put me in more of bad mood, I always have a small knife in my boot- everyone was cheering, laughing and shit. One quick swift stab- one eye was gone, he was too drunk too notice poor sod as stabbed him in the other eye- everyone stopped and stared at me, their beady little stabbedable fucking eyes. I got up and left all that shit behind me, fuck knows what happened after that but the moral of the story ‘ere is that if you can’t see it it isn’t there and well, I’m going up against a girl, I’m all for equal rights and shit so I’ma fuck this bird up ignoring that she’s a girl and shit cause mate, the match cheque for this shit is great- why didn’t I fucking do this before, I don’t fucking know honestly! This bitch, I don’t ‘er fucking name and I don’t fucking care cause she’s gonna be a dead bitch at the end of the day and I’m going to be that much more richer! Tim didn’t see me coming and neither will you whore! Is that good?”
Bodyguard: “Yea mate. We’re gonna back away and fade the camera- maybe start chatting with the birds or something yeah?”
Kade: “Sounds good; so how are you Lesley?”
Prositute 1: “My name is Stacy…”
Kade: “Well you look like like a Lesley, love.”
*The camera cuts out to the scene of Duke Kade irritating the two prostitutes.*
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 29th 2017, 3:35 pm
TIME: 8.15 AM
LOCATION: United States Penitentiary, Atlanta
(We see the inside of the penitentiary as a figure dressed in all black and wearing a hat walking confidently among all the other police personnel. He is carrying a briefcase and is talking with an official)
Guy in Black (GB): Don’t worry Sir, I have things perfectly under control.
Police: I hope you do Sir. The guy in question is a violent one. Had fights with almost all his fellow inmates and so we had to move him in the single wards so that he can be kept in isolation.
GB: I understand. However, as I said before, you don’t need to worry. I know how to handle things with him
(They approach a gate where they halt for a bit. After the required checking, they are allowed to proceed inside a dimly lit room where the only source of light is from a window situated in the top portion of the wall. Inside a room, there are a lot of police officers who are surrounding a man who is seated in a chair. The man appears to be huge in size but appears a bit broken after spending years in jail. His face is full of hair and even the hairs in his head have grown out of limits. The guy in black comes inside and sits in the chair facing the man and takes off his hat, keeping it in the table that separates the two chairs. He then asks the surrounding policemen to back off a bit. The policemen are a bit confused and looks at the guy standing outside the door, the one with who the guy in black was talking. He nods and the policemen oblige and back off a bit)
GB (smiles and looks at the man seated opposite): Hey there buddy, long time no see.
(The guy seated opposite looks up and grunts at the guy in black)
???: You should not have come here, Payne.
Payne: And leave you around with all these guys here? Not a chance. I am a friend Alex and its high time you admit it.
Alex (A.L.Wolf): Leave! Stick your penis inside your ass and get the fuck out of here.
Payne: Oh the same old stupid Alex. Anyways, what have you thought about my job offer?
Alex: Fuck off.
Payne: Is that a yes? Did I hear a yes?
Alex: I am not interested in any more of your fucking offers. Get the fuck of here.
Payne: I could you know. I could just leave you here and let you rot for the rest of your pathetic life but the thing is, you owe me money, a huge amount of money and you are going to pay it all back. So, I won’t be leaving and there is nothing you can do about it
(Alex tries to reach for Payne but the policemen immediately detain him back. Crane smiles at him and shakes his head)
Payne: Always the violent one eh? Good because that is going to be useful in the place where you will be going. But yes, I still think you need some convincing. As I said already, you owe me a lot of money and you have to repay me all that. Since your jail work isn’t enough to pay me in time, I got some arrangements made for you so that you can earn some extra cash. Now the work I am talking about is right under your alley and so, you don’t need to worry about anything. It’s simple, take up my offer, do the job, repay my money and be a free man because, I have the powers to take you out of here. But yes, if that’s not enough, then think about Sara.
(Alex’s eyes go wide at the mention of that name. he calms down a bit and the policemen let him go. He collapses in his chair)
Payne: Don’t you like to see her again? That wide smile that used to make your day, that dark hair and those beautiful eyes? Still now, she waits for you thinking that you would return to her one day but then again, this world is a cruel place and so who knows what happens tomorrow? Maybe she decides that enough is enough and flies away with another man. Maybe she would even marry that guy who put you inside this messy place? Would you like that? Would you like to see them happy, hand in hand in the beaches? Would you…
Alex: Shut up, Shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UPPPP….
(Payne smiles a bit and stands up, towering over him)
Payne: So now, would you do it?
Alex: Yes, I would. Yes I would you sick son of a bitch….
(Payne lets out a loud laugh)
Payne: That’s all I wanted to hear from you. Well done, you have made the right choice. Now, all we have to do is to iron out some details.
(Payne opens his briefcase and takes out some papers. He arranges them properly and shifts them towards Alex’s side)
Alex: WMW, War Made Wrestling?
Payne: Yes, wrestling. It’s a company that is making its comeback and so it’s perfect for someone like you.
Alex: I know shit about wrestling.
Payne: I never said you need to know wrestling. I am well aware of the fact that you do not know about wrestling but what you do have is physical strength and an appetite for a fight. That is what is important anyways. Also, they have trainers who can help you learn the basic of wrestling.
Alex: What’s this...A.L.Wolf?
Payne: You like it? This is one of my masterpieces. This will be what they call you ‘in-ring’ name. People in WMW will call you using that name and so you don’t have to freak out when they do that. Matches will be called based on that name and also, interviews and materials will be published based on that name. Don’t worry, you will get used to all that.
(Alex looks at the papers and after taking a deep breath signs it and shoves it back at Payne)
Payne: Excellent! The work is almost done. Now all we have to do is to send a message to your opponent.
(Payne pushes a recording device towards Alex)
Alex: Why do we need that for?
Payne: It’s simple, your opponent has said some things about you and what you have to do is send some back. It’s like a part of professional wrestling now, the war of words. Kano, which is the name of your opponent, needs to know that you won’t be backing down an inch. So, tap the record button in that device and record your message directed at him. But before that, here are some things that you need to know about your opponent.
(Payne shows Alex some documents related to KANO)
Alex: The Japanese Devil….The Red Dragon…mother died giving birth….cold and calculated…evil man…yeah I think I understand who I am facing.
Payne: That is however not all. Along with me, I have a recording of some things that KANO said about you. You should hear it.
(Payne starts the recording as Alex listens to everything carefully. After the recording finishes, Alex smiles and looks at Payne)
Alex: He appears to be a deluded man. Do they have mental patients wrestling in that company?
Payne: I have no idea but we sure will find out when we go there for that match. Anyways, record your opinions about him and we will be done.
(Payne presses the record button as Alex takes a deep breath before starting to talk)
Alex: Kano, I don’t know if this message will reach to you or not because I don’t trust this guy at all. He is a dirty, filthy snake who can bite anyone at any time. But yes, I hear what you call yourself a force of evil and that is where I have my first objection. The thing is, you haven’t seen evil enough to call yourself a force of evil. Yes, I understand that your mother died while giving birth to you but so what? I am sure that in this big world of ours, there are thousands of mothers who are dying while giving birth and so, that is not something special. But yes, you know who the real devil is? The man who points a gun at you while you stand there, weapon less and in a place where no one can hear you scream. The fate of your life now rests on the man and you only live if he chooses to let you go or somehow misfires his otherwise clear shot. Kano, I have seen the dark side. Hell, I was deep in it and so, I know all about life, death and fear to the point that nothing scares me anymore. You say that you would not have been irrational in your judgments and never trusted any other man but here is the thing, it’s all too easy to say such things when you are sitting behind a safe place with four walls to protect you. Once you get down on the field and see death racing towards you, that is when your real test begins. That is when you throw everything out of the window and fight just to survive and look at me, I have survived. You think that because I am in shackles, I am not free? That is where you are wrong. The thing is, I am freer here than I ever was on the streets. Here I am guaranteed two meals, I am guaranteed a place to sleep, water to drink and of course, here I can live without the fear of death. Now, I also know that all these guys surrounding me won’t kill me because that guy who just gave me a contract won’t allow that. I know that the gangs who always wanted to harm me can never do that because after all, they don’t have the guts to penetrate the prison walls. So yes, I am free and I am safe but the same cannot be said about you because once we meet, I will show you what the streets of this country can do to a man. I will show you why I was revered as one of the toughest and one of the violent guys to ever step foot in the crime scene. I may not have training like some of the pussies here but I know how to fight and I will fight on WMW because that’s what they do in a War, they fight and not wrestle.
(Alex looks at Payne as he smiles and takes the recording device away)
Payne: Excellent work A.L.Wolf! This should work very well for you upcoming match. Well, I think I have spent enough time with you and so, I will be going now. But yes, don’t worry, when the time comes these men will escort you to the event where you can fight and also, beat you Japanese competitor. I will be in touch, don’t worry.
(Payne smiles and packs up quickly and exits the room. The guards then escort Alex back to his cell. On focusing on Alex, you can see that he has a smirk on his face)
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 23rd 2017, 11:16 pm
MIKEY SULLIVAN - THE HIGH SOCIETY
(A dock. Fog. Grey.)
???? - From whence you came, my heart, I shall cast you. Your presence is no longer needed here.
(A man in a long black trench coat walks solemnly into view. He appears to have been crying. He's Mikey Sullivan.)
Mikey: Do you feel the pain? The pain of all the love I never had?
(Mikey slowly raises his hand. He holds a rose, which slowly begins to wilt into nothingness. Like his soul.)
Mikey: We take advantage of the fallacies that keep us sane...but I? I do not have this luxury...
(Mikey now stands at the end of the pier, shirtless and screaming into the cold, loveless night.)
Mikey: WHORE OCEAN!! TAKE ME IN YOUR SWEET DARK EMBRACE!!
(Mikey is now sitting on a bench. Tears streaming from his face.)
Mikey: Do you feel it? The pain I have? Do you feel it?
(Mikey now stands on a large rock in the sand. A man and a woman stand in crow masks and black suits in front of him.)
Mikey: We are The High Society! I hope you SUFFER.
(Back to Mikey on the bench. It is now raining, but he is clearly still crying.)
Mikey: I shall teach you how all life is meaningless. Pain is the only truth we all know, and I am the BASTARD son of the WHORE that is Pain...I ha-
???? - Mikey, buddy, are you sure you want to say that?
Mikey - sonofabitch... Dad! Cut?!
???? - oh Cut! Hey, the Big Bear's good at this.
(The camera shakes a little as Big Bear Sullivan steps into frame. He puts his big dumb face right in front of it.)
Big Bear - Hey, you think if I do good on this, your mother will take me back?
Mikey - No! Dad, God dammit! First off, you stopped me while I was on a roll, and second, mom married Todd YEARS ago! Get over it!
Big Bear - ...fuckin' Todd...
Mikey - I don't have time for this...can you just... you know... just get back behind the camera?
Big Bear - yeah, kiddo, sure no problem. Big Bear never was a good talker. Never learned it. Learned how to stretch ya...learned how to sandbag sumbitches...never learned talking. Naaaaah, that was a young mans game...like that kid Buddy Rogers...
(Mikey is frantically texting, paying little to no attention.)
Mikey - What? Who even is that? The fuck are you talking about? Just get back behind the camera!
Big Bear - Oh! Right! Sorry, buddy!
(Mikey scoffs and puts away his phone.)
Mikey - From the bastard son of the whore that is pain...
(Mikey coughs...clears his throats of all happiness.)
Mikey - ...I AM THE BASTARD SON OF THE WHO-
Big Bear - Ope. Hold on. Lens cap is on.
Mikey - ...ohmygod...no it's not, Dad...
Big Bear - Oh, sorry. Take one, action.
Mikey - ...it's take Three...
Big Bear - Action, buddy.
Mikey - ugh...I AM THE BASTARD SO-
Big Bear - Hey, kiddo?
Mikey - forfuckssake...what, Dad?
Big Bear - I love you, buddy.
Mikey - ...Jesus...
Big Bear - Real proud of ya.
Mikey - CUT!
(Mikey is now sitting inside a brick room, on the windowsill, staring out at the rainy hopelessness that is life.)
Mikey - Must all good things die? Must all light bring darkness? Of course. For it is our own way through the woods that is life...pines...pines...pining for you...
(Mikey blinks a second...not even he really got that one...and he shakes his head and looks back outside.)
Mikey - Will you follow? Will you follow when I guide you? Pain is my life, my everything...it is what keeps me alive, for it reminds me that I am still horribly here...I beg you...end this wickedness that is my life...this Shakespearean tragedy that is what I must endure...Pain is my everything...
Let me show you the way.
(Mikey reaches out his hand towards the camera, tears now streaming down his face.)
Mikey - I walk through this life but a shell...a vessel for the sadness that all must endure...give me your heartache, for mine feels nothing anymore...
(Mikey is back on the pier. He holds a broken umbrella and a dozen dead roses.)
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 22nd 2017, 11:56 pm
(Inside of a lonely, nearly empty gymnasium, Cassiopeia trains alone, hitting a heavy bag with punches, kicks and elbow strikes. Her mask hides her face, but the sweat can be seen dripping off her body.)
A championship match already? Steel gauntlets? Something just seems so strange about this place. The stones that are going to be given out soon, what is their purpose? I almost want to be involved in one of those contests instead of one for the Valkyrie title but beggars cannot be choosers. Just being in the building and seeing what goes on in that place may be good enough. I don’t know why but there seems to be a very bad aura to this place. Every time I think of War Made Wrestling, my heart starts to fill with dread. Not because I’m scared of my opponents, but because I am scared at who and what possibly could be pulling their strings.
(Cassiopeia jumps and hits a spinning roundhouse kick to the bad with an extremely loud, frustrated yell. Once she’s gained her footing again, she looks down at her hands, the taped knuckles turning a modest shade of red as blood started to seep through them.)
I really don’t know much of my opponents. All I know is that they are in the way now. Famous families and their dreams and aspirations, none of it. Perhaps a time will come when I can teach them, show them the way that they’re seeking out, but tomorrow can’t be that day. Tomorrow I have to prove my place and worth in this War Made Wrestling. I have to succeed so that my performance catches the eyes of those with power there. I’ve got to find out everything I can about this place before things get too scary.Heh….and I do think I want to get my hands on that Candace Blair. I don’t think anyone except a fellow luchador or luchadora would understand what my mask means to me. It’s the embodiment of my very soul. Sure, it’s just a piece of fabric, but it makes me who I am. It is my very identity. I can’t allow someone to simply trample over my heritage and my power. Shyla is a bit…strange. From what my heart can tell me, she doesn’t seem to be a bad person, just simply misguided. I think like many poor souls, the allure of politics was too intriguing to ignore. I don’t really know much else about the other fighters. It would normally be a cause for concern but…
(Cassiopeia’s training and collective thoughts are interrupted by someone opening the gym door and entering quietly. A younger girl, maybe mid-teens at best, in a skye blue tank top and black shorts stretches before beginning her own workout. Cassiopeia eyes close for a moment, taking a deep breath.)
Her aura is good. Maybe one day she’ll unlock all her potential.
(The scarlet masked luchadora opens her eyes once again, quietly collecting her things as she makes her way to the back of the gym to clean up.)
I know that I should want the title and not be so hung up on the desires and motives of others, but how can I simply just look away from what the reality is? For my ambitions and dreams to be fulfilled, I just have to find a way to end theirs. That is wrestling, isn’t it? I may not get to the bottom of my investigation in one night, but I have to put that aside at the end of the day and be prepared to fight. They want war, they shall have it! They want beauty and skill, they shall have it! And…if the dreams of others have to be vanquished so that the Celestial Queen can take her rightful place, so be it.
My name is Cassiopeia….THEY ALL WILL REMEMBER IT WELL!
(The camera opens up to Serenity Scorpio walking down the hall of a random arena.)
- Voiceover -
My name is Serenity Rose Hunter, but to you I’m know as Serenity Scorpio “Daughter of the Scorpion”. My father, Black Scorpio is a legend in the business and I seek to establish my own legacy. I used to hate wrestling for how it destroyed my family from within. But over time, I could feel the urge to get in the ring call out to me- the urge of “The Fight” as my mentor calls it. I always wanted to compete, to prove myself to the world, and now here I am.
(A montage of Serenity’s workout is shown)
I may be the smallest of my opponents, I’m just as dangerous as either of them. I waited my whole life to show the world what I got and now it’s time to put my skills to the test. I was trained by one of the greatest female wrestlers of our generation. While she calls herself a War Queen, it is my goal to surpass her and reach to new heights. Tomorrow night I’ll be in the ring with men twice my size, but I’ll overcome the odds like I’ve done in my personal life. War Made Wrestling is the first stop of the Daughter of the Scorpion. I suggest the IWC should sit back and enjoy the ride.
(Serenity is seen standing in the ring as the camera pulls back, fading to black)
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 22nd 2017, 11:25 pm
EYE ON THE PRIZE -- LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
Outside, it was freezing cold and it seemed like the sky had opened up. The sky above Los Angeles was a dark gray, cloudy expanse, dumping rain down on the metropolis below. Cars swished by on Hollywood Boulevard, kicking up water on already somewhat flooded sidewalks.
The storefront of Hollywood Fight Club blended in with the other cafes and boutiques that lined the street. Amidst the lights, sights, and sounds of Hollywood, Aria Jaxon set foot in this gym almost six years ago and began the journey that would eventually land her in EAW. To Chantal, it only made sense that she spent a good amount of training here, too, especially with her WMW debut on the horizon. She felt an obligation not to let her cousin down, but at the same time, she was itching to write the first chapter of her own story.
Chantal kicked a long leg over the middle rope as she exited the ring, stepping out onto the apron before hopping down and unzipping a lavender gym bag that’s sitting on the floor. She pops the cap on the water bottle she pulls out before taking a sip. A camera was already set up and recording, having been taping her as she’d been drilling moves and fine-tuning things before tomorrow. The camera is trained solely on her, though many figures criss-cross the background of the shot. Chantal exhales, rolling her neck to either side before speaking.
“Tomorrow night is the night. WMW comes back with a bang, and it’s more brutal than ever. Don’t believe me? Look no further than the fact that the first-ever Valkyries Champion is about to be decided in a Steel Gauntlet match. Sounds messed up, right? It is, and if I was sane, I’d probably wave the white flag now, but caving isn’t an option for me. Believe that I’m more than ready to walk outta there with that championship. I know it won’t be easy, though. Nevermind how insane the stipulation is. I’m more focused on who I’m sharing the ring with. These girls are gonna put me through the wringer, but that’s what I signed up for, right?”
She flashes a good-natured smile before hopping up onto the ring apron and taking a seat.
“I’ve heard all the rumors and theories about Cassiopeia. I know the things that people have whispered about her -- that she’s got magical powers, that she’s from another world altogether, that something coursing through her veins makes her completely different from the rest of us. Honestly? No shade to her, but I don’t believe it. WMW has its fair share of colorful characters and I’ve got as much of an imagination as anyone else, but thinking that someone is a constellation come to life is kinda where I draw the line. No one knows anything about her. Everything about Cassiopeia is up in the air, except for the fact that she’s in this for all the “right” reasons, and that’s more than enough for me. I feel like when you’re as new as I am to all of this, people who are great wrestlers and great people all at once kinda tend to hold your interest. She’s coming into this wanting to bring joy to people and spread good will. Everything she does is for the sake of making people happy and making WMW a better place, which is great! Don’t get me wrong. I know her head and heart are both in this, but it sounds like they’re a lot of other places, too. You’ve taken on a lot and put a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. You’re like all the Power Rangers wrapped into one, ready to go on a one-woman crusade to clean this place up all by your damn self, and with any luck, you’ll do what you’re tryna do. While you’re tryna kill two or three birds with one stone, this match is all I’m thinking about, Cassiopeia. Everything you wanna do? It’s noble. And I believe you’ll accomplish it all, but every second that your mind wanders toward doing things for the greater good is another one I’ve spent thinking about ways to win this match. I almost can’t put into words how badly I wanna be Valkyries Champion. It’s tough to convey, but through my actions, the world will know just how much I’m ready to sacrifice to become a champion. You’re amazing, though, and you’ll make it hard on me. That much I do know. When I look around that ring on Monday night and I survey all of my competition, I’m gonna see a spoiled heiress, a Hall of Famer’s little sister, an African princess...and you. Not an extraterrestrial, but a regular person. Just a human, like all the others, who registers pain and can be defeated. Scratch that, who WILL be defeated. I know how insane this sounds coming from me, knowing that someone as inexperienced as me is sitting here telling someone as freakishly well-versed as you that I’m gonna be your Achilles heel, but I am. I look forward to facing you, I really do, but I also look forward to winning this match. Fingers crossed my win isn’t what leads to another one of many sleepless nights for you. Nightmares are a pain in the ass, aren’t they?”
Chantal kicks her dangling legs back and forth as she begins to speak again.
“Like a lot of us in this match, Mawu Tchalla is in this for her family; she’s just gone about it a different way. She’s royalty. She’s been told since the day she was born that she’d one day take her dad’s seat at the head of the table and lead her tribe to great things. From day one, she’s been told that she was something special by everyone around her. And you know what? She believed them. I’m not gonna lie, her superhero origin story sounds really cool on paper. It’s almost too good to be true, and I almost can’t believe she left a life like that behind. She came into this world with everyone around her believing she was destined for great things, and you know what? She believed them. That’s some next-level confidence, honestly. She should bottle that and sell it. I’m almost jealous. I mean, how sure of yourself do you have to be to be totally sure you can run an entire tribe AND think you’re like...a goddess reincarnated or something? I guess, like everyone else here, Mawu was dragged here by her fighting spirit, and winning a belt probably seems like cake compared to ruling over people. You’ve probably gotten used to people literally worshipping the ground you walk on. You probably think that, for someone as restless and as anxious to conquer as you, that winding up in WMW was a natural course of action, but no. If you wanted to conquer so bad, and if you were son convinced that your tribe was right to believe you were capable of everything they believed, there were a million ways you could’ve gone about it. There were other things you could do to “fulfill the prophecy” or whatever. This just so happened to be the road you chose. I’m willing to bet there were a few other potential paths waiting for you. For me, this is it. This is all I want now. Your tribe groomed you for everything, but they never imagined you’d wind up here. I don’t know if you ever planned on dealing with anyone as ready to fight as you. I believe that much of what you’ve said about yourself is true. You’re smart, you’re self-assured, and you’re aggressive. But, just like Cassiopeia, I don’t believe anything outside of how good of a competitor you are. If I don’t think she actually dropped outta the sky, then I don’t think you’re actually a goddess. I don’t think you’re the reincarnation of anyone. You’re the first version of you. You’re here in the present, and here and now, you have to deal with me. I’m not like you. I haven’t believed my entire life that I was supposed to do something amazing, but now that it’s in sight, I won’t settle for anything less. I’m glad you’re looking for a fight, ‘cause I plan on giving you one unlike anything you’ve ever seen. With what’s on the line, I know that’s what I have to do. Winning this championship is my goal, not your birthright, and I’m ready to go through hell to get to where I need to be. Sorry if I’m throwing a wrench in your plan for world domination, your highness.”
Chantal rolled her shoulders, running a hand up the back of her neck before brushing an errant lock of dark brown hair from her face that had found its way out of her ponytail.
“A lot of the things people say about me, they probably will say about Bre Tyler. It’s either a good or a bad thing, depending on who you ask. If you’re no fun and super cynical, you’d probably call us both childlike or optimistic to a fault, but there’s nothing wrong with looking on the bright side all the time, right? What’s wrong with believing in yourself and never backing down from a challenge? Absolutely nothing. So when I look at Bre, I see a lot of myself. And because of that by itself, I know she’s gonna give me a hell of a fight. I know how much I’m willing to put myself through to become the first-ever Valkyries Champion, so to know there’s someone in this match that’s kinda my mirror image is...daunting. I know my will. I know how hard I’m about to fight, and now I’m dealing with somebody who’s just as determined and just as peppy as I am. I know you love to overcome the odds, but so do I. I know you’re too good to have to resort to taking shortcuts, but so am I. As for the last part...I just have to speak it into existence. I don’t have a resume to fall back on, so I have to work that much harder to stay on my toes and be the best I can be. Kinda feels like I have a chip on my shoulder. I could sit here all day and talk about how I’m gonna go out there and shock the world, but if no one believed me, I dunno if I could blame them. So I won’t get caught up in all that. Anything I need to prove, I’ll prove it in that ring. Any point I need to drive home, I’ll do it with steel gauntlets and steel mats with no give. You’re ready to overcome any challenge in the world, except me. Us being mirror images isn’t a guarantee that you’ll be able to counter everything I do. I’m ready to fly higher, hit harder, and move faster than any other woman in that ring if it means I’ll be the one who has my hand raised at the end. I like you already, Bre, I really do. I wish you the best of luck out there, but luck isn’t enough to carry you to a win when I’ve already got my eye on the prize.”
She leaned back against the ropes, choosing her next words carefully.
“Bianca Auriel is pretty much the closest thing we’re gonna get to a Kardashian here. Rich, entitled, no talent, clearly needs to sue her plastic surgeon for those bad lip injections...see where I’m going with this? For her whole life, anything she’s wanted, she’s gotten it with a swipe of an AmEx, but she can consider this match her introduction to the real world. There’s no recommendation from your dad or any amount of money that can be wired into an account that can help you get ahead here. The difference between you and I is that I feel like I have a family I can’t let down, and because of that, I feel like I have to push myself that much harder. Your family name isn’t your motivation; it’s your stepping stool. You use it to try -- and fail -- to force people to respect you. You remind me of that chick Veena Adams, the one who’s always getting smacked around by my cousin (and every other woman, honestly) on Empire. She’s related to someone who did and continues to do great things. And hey, maybe she felt all the pressure in the world because of it, but she could’ve channeled that into good things. If she turned all that nervous energy into potential, man, she’d be unstoppable. Instead, she caved under the weight of other people’s expectations, and if people actually had high expectations for you, I’d expect the same of you. The only person who’s expecting you to do big things in WMW is you, and maybe your meal ticket of a dad, too. You’re gonna come into this match and this company as a whole expecting people to treat you the way they’ve always treated you. Every coach and au pair who ever pat you on the head and told you that you were wonderful was PAID to say that, you know that, right? You’re gonna find out very quickly that girls like me didn’t come into this to coast or to half-ass any part of this journey. This match will change you, I think. After this, you’ll probably shake out the cobwebs and realize that you’re in way over your head, but it’ll be too late. You don’t stand any chance of changing for the better until all of this is over, but me? Oh, I’ve been ready for this. They say nice girls finish last, but I don’t plan to. Not at all. I’ll leave finishing dead last to you.”
She smirked and glanced down at her feet briefly before raising her eyes up to meet the camera once more.
“I’m glad you and I are on the same page, Candice. I’m glad we’ve both come into this with the mindset that we won’t use our family members’ names to give ourselves a boost. I’m glad we both know how high the stakes are, and we’re both planning to treat this match like it’s the last one of our lives. I’m glad you’re a lot like me -- a nice girl who’s not gonna pull punches here and wants nothing more than to be a champion. I know what it’s like to walk in someone else’s shadow. It’s a blessing and a curse. My cousin is one of my biggest inspirations. I look up to her, and if she hadn’t gotten into wrestling, I don’t know if I would’ve had the courage to believe in myself and chase this dream. It’s great to be able to look at someone you love and know that they fully support you following in their footsteps...but it has its pitfalls. I know there are people who think she greased the wheels for me, and that I might not be here without her influence. I’m amazed by what Aria has been able to accomplish since she’s been in EAW. She’s made history more than once, and I’m proud of her, but I’d be dumb to think people weren’t expecting the same thing from me. But who am I kidding? You know all about that. Your sister’s in the Hall of Fame, for crying out loud. Cameron has had more success outside of the women’s division than any other woman who’s tried. Consuela was one of the breakout stars of 2016. And you’re coming into the fold after all of that wanting to blaze your own trail. The comparisons are gonna be endless, for the both of us. Any move that looks borrowed, any facial expression that looks familiar, any mannerism that they’ve seen before...I can just hear it now. “Shades of Aria!” “She’s channeling Cameron!” It’s coming, all of it, but I’m ready. You probably are, too. I just have to suck it up and deal with it for now, because when I’ve made a name for myself, people are gonna see I’m not an Aria clone. I’m the first of my kind. I’m not a redux of anybody. I’m just me, and I know that’s more than enough. This could very well be the moment Candice Blair puts her own stamp on this company and makes it clear that she can stand on her own two feet, but she’ll just have to do it without the Valkyries Championship. I’m sure I could still put people on notice if I came up short in this match, but I don’t wanna chance it. I don’t want people to look back on my performance tomorrow and talk about near-misses and unfulfilled potential. Years from now, people will look back on this inaugural show, playback this match, and know it was the night I turned flickers of promise into the beginning of a legendary career. You’ll get your moment in the sun, Candice, but not at my expense. You’ll go the distance, eventually, but not tomorrow night, because it’s MY night. Never mind the people I don’t wanna let down. Forget all about the fact that I want Aria to be proud of me, or that Gia will be at ringside calling all the action. The person I most want to make proud is myself. I’ve known for a while that I could do this, and if I go out there and win that title, then it means I’ve been right all along. I came to win, Candice. I came to set myself apart from the pack and prove I could do this all alone. And hey, if worse comes to worse -- which is probably will, in this match -- then I came to put my blood, sweat, and tears in this match. If I gotta suffer a little, fine. I’ll grit my teeth and push through until the final bell rings and I’m raising that championship high above my head. I hope you’ve braced yourself for everything I’ve got in store, Candice.”
Chantal hops down from her place on the ring apron, strolling up to the camcorder. She flashes one last knowing smile to the camera before it cuts to black.
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 22nd 2017, 7:15 pm
[Candice Blair found herself in the gym the day before the WMW Premiere. As much as she did not want to admit it earlier—she was nervous. She had a nasty feeling in her stomach. Despite the weeks of training she put for this event, she felt unprepared. Perhaps, it is because this is one of the first times in seven years that she was wrestling against a live crowd. She wondered how people will think of her. Will she be liked? Will people hate her guts? Will people use her match as an opportunity to refill their popcorn and buy beer? As a Valkyrie, she felt like it was her mission to give people the best match ever. She wanted to gravitate the attention spans of everyone in the crowd. She wanted to put out a performance that will get everyone talking. Whenever she went out to wrestle, she lost herself in the match. She could have cared less about her wellbeing and she knew that she had to be the exact same way tomorrow night. All the hard training and one deathmatch that her sister, Camille put her through while wearing steel greaves and gauntlets was going to determine if she walked out the Valkyries Champion. Candice found herself punching a punching bag. Her fists of fire flew everywhere and it would have made the biggest man shake in their ring boots.]
Candice [sigh]: I thought I never find myself in a situation like this. Never in a million years did I believe that I would compete in a Steel Gauntlet Match and for the Valkyries Championship. This goes beyond a simple debut match. Not only am I fighting for one of the biggest prizes in WMW, but fighting against five other women that believe they should be the first champion. No offense to the five other women, but I’m not approaching this match to fall flat on my face. I’m not approaching this match with ambitions to be an honorable mention. I want to be the one person everyone is talking about after this match is done. Mawu Tchalla, Bianca Auriel, Cassiopeia, Bre Tyler and Chantal; all those women seem like nice girls. I know they will have a bright future in WMW, but I’m what’s happening right now. Why? Candice Blair goes beyond a name heard around the WMW locker rooms. Candice Blair goes beyond the average jane that waltz into professional wrestling. Candice Blair might float like a butterfly, but if you fuck with her, she will sting like a fucking bee. None of the girls in that match don’t have a fucking clue what they are getting themselves into. I haven’t heard a peep from one woman that has dared to question me and my claims. What happened? Did the cat get their tongue? Do they really expect me to do all this hyping? Do they really expect me to give this match a big match feel to it? If I must, then it will be my pleasure. Just like it will be my pleasure to walk into the Steel Gauntlet Match and take the precious Valkyries Championship away from those five other competitors. If I win, I don’t want to hear excuses from all the other parties involved. I don’t want a peep about how I was given a title. I don’t want to hear the whining of other girls saying that I wouldn’t be here without my sisters because by that logic, Chantel shouldn’t be here as well. Look, I’m a nice girl. I can be chill; however, when it comes to getting something I want, that is when the claws come out. No matter what the result though, it should be a fun match to be a part of. I’m really going to enjoy showing how much I’ve improved in the ring. I promise everyone will be impressed.
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 22nd 2017, 5:26 pm
Open on Nicholas Kilroy in his bathroom, just out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. The air is heavy and the mirror is covered in condensation. Nicholas hunches over the sink, breathing heavily. His eyes are shut, and he slowly shakes his head.
"Almost there ... almost time ..."
He sucks in a pained breath and lets it out, trailing the breath into a guttural growl.
"Soon, I will dispense merciless justice on five sinful souls. Blood will be spilled. Bodies will be broken. Dreams will be dashed. And in the end, I will snatch this prized belt from their tainted hands and stand as the victor. This "Wartorn" belt ... a fitting name, for one such as me. I once had happiness. I once knew peace. But then, it was all ripped from me. Thus I began my quest to dispense judgement on all the sinners of the world -one by one, if I have to- until I find the ones responsible and bring the full weight of retribution upon them. This is my holy war. WMW is my warzone. And I will never know piece again. But that's okay, because neither will the sinners here. I will be a plague upon them, the righteous fist of justice to smite them down, dispel their delusions, and shine light upon their lies."
Nicholas wipes away some of the condensation on the mirror and flinches. For staring back at him is not his reflection, but the painted face of The Hangman. The Hangman speaks, his voice gravely and harsh.
"I grow weary of waiting, Kilroy. You promised me. There are sinners that must be punished. Blood that must be spilled. I hunger for it. You hunger for it. I must be satiated or I will tear you apart."
Nicholas shuts his eyes and shakes his head, his breathing rapid and ragged. The Hangman's visage does not move, staring pitilessly at him.
"No no no no no ... Just a little longer. It's almost time. You will have your justice. You will have your blood. You will have your fill of violence. This place ... this place is full of sinners. It's almost time. Soon, then the world will know the new face of justice."
"It is as you say. These five will simply be the beginning. Arma de Dios. Fertility Lynch. Matt Queen. Felix Lockhart. Joseph Riley. All five of you come into this match assured of your victory. Each of you thinks that you are the only ones who could possibly walk out with that belt. This is hubris. We will make you pay for this. In truth all your pride is doing is make you willingly put your neck into the noose. You will feel it tighten. And then, a short drop later, justice will have been served upon you. And you will hear our laughter as your last conscious memory. You see, we do not go into this match with the thought that this bauble belongs to us. The thought of deserving this championship is laughable at best. No, for we are sinners as well. The life of a champion is not the life that we choose. Our purpose in this match is justice. The other five prideful contenders must be punished. None of them are worthy to hold this belt, so we shall cast them down they they shall know humility. Broken and battered, they shall have the belt snatched from their fingertips and we shall hold it, not because we deserve to be champion, but because we shall simply be the last one standing. Because we will not give up until every sinner has been laid low. So long as this poor shell continues to draw breath, I will not let him rest. The Hangman must have his justice. It disgusts me that a rat like Albert Gein stands to profit from our war. No doubt he will be pleased at the blood that we spill, as it turns to coins pouring into his hands. But make no mistake, these five are only the first souls to be walked to the gallows. We will root out all of the corruption here in WMW, no matter where we find it."
"But when will I find what you promised me? When will you deliver to me what you promised when I called to you? When I allowed you to inhabit my body and become your vessel of vengeance. I accepted damnation because you promised me justice for Sam and Lauren. But I have not been given that. When will I find the killers of my family?"
"Watch ... your ... tone ..."
Nicholas falls to the floor, his body wracked in pain.
"Insolent fool. You will have your vengeance. I have promised that and that is enough. Can you not smell it? Your quarry draws near. This federation is a beacon to the tainted. Your time for retribution will come. But first, the five souls. First, I will have my time."
The Hangman's visage disappears from the mirror. Nicholas picks himself up off of the ground, wincing in pain. He looks in the mirror, seeing only his face and sighs with relief.
"If there is a small comfort in all of this, it's that for as much pain as he causes me, it will be even worse for my opponents when he makes his presence known. Believe what I have become or not, it doesn't matter. The Hangman will come to War Made Wrestling, and all sinner shall pay the price. Especially you, Joseph Riley. I can almost pity my other opponents. Matt Queen clearly has no idea what he's gotten himself into. Fertility Lynch is much in the same boat as me: driven by vengeance and caught by fate. Felix Lockhart is just a dumb kid with a deathwish. And Arma de Dios ... I almost respect that monster. He's internalized his past trauma and it has made him strong. I've done the same thing, but I also have the power that The Hangman has given me. No amount of planning and scheming from Mendoza will save Arma when The Hangman comes. But you, Joseph Riley ... you seem to believe that you have it all figured out, when you clearly have not paid any attention to the most basic of details. You were bullied as a child? You honestly think that because you got pushed around a couple of times that you understand the utter agony of loss that I go through on a daily basis because MY WIFE AND CHILD -NOT PARENTS- were murdered in cold blood? Your presumption is unforgivable. If you think that I wallow in this pain, you don't know shit. I cannot let it go, that is true, but I don't wallow in it, I use it as fuel. The pain that I feel keeps me moving and motivated to finding their killer and punishing the wicked and the stupid, like you. Yeah, maybe calling upon The Hangman was a shitty idea, and I live with that mistake every day of my life. But like I said, the pain that The Hangman inflicts upon me, it will be nothing compared to what we do to you, Joseph Riley. Sure, fight to your last breath, your bones are broken, until you fall before me. Respect? If taking a beating at my hands earns you respect from others, then you're more than welcome to it. No matter how much others do or do not respect you, it won't change the fact that I will punish you for your hubris and your presumption. You will lay broken at our feet and, as your last conscious thought, you will know that you threw everything that you had, fought with all your might, and still could not overcome us.
"As for my quarry ... whoever you are, I hope that you're watching. All the blood that we spill, all the pain we inflict, all the torture that is done in the Devil's Pit will seem as nothing compared to what we do to you."
Nicholas skin becomes stained with the pigment of The Hangman.
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 22nd 2017, 4:10 pm
The Villain’s Lament
*The camera fades into what seems to be a bird’s eye view of London; there’s a peaceful feeling in the air that is suddenly shattered by a large intense rumbling echoing through the sky as a large black zeppelin rumbles through the midday misty sky. As the zeppelin drifts through the smoky clouds, the camera becomes fixated on the deck of the massive airship where we see a man leaning against the railing. As the camera zooms closer it is revealed that it’s none other than Chris Paradise: he takes a deep breath and smiles seemingly drinking in the scenery.
Chris Paradise: “Ah...England, what a flawed yet lovely country. There’s simply nowhere else in the world where you’ll see picturesque beauty sitting side by side with bitter and unyielding survival.”
*From behind Chris one of the many door adorning the airship opens and out walks Mercury, Chris’s assistant and closest confidant. She strolls over to him her heavy boots echoing off the metal walkway with dull thunks, she approaches his side and begins to speak softly.*
Mercury: “Mister Paradise? Kade is back and he’s apparently got someone you’ll want to meet and if I were you I’d hurry, Kade and his boys did a number on him.”
Chris: “Thank you my dear...it seems that we have a guest, and it’s terribly rude to keep a guest waiting.”
*The camera switches to Duke Kade, looking somewhat frustrated on a battered summer chair, his clothes unchanged since the WMW fans last saw him; from the background viewers are able to make out Houses of Parliament which suggests that WMW’s resident Freak has somehow found himself on top of a large business building, he burps to get from his chair- the camera follows him as he walks towards the beaten Ken Bates with ropes wrapped tightly around his body. One of three bodyguards speak up.*
Bodyguard: “How in the hell is he going to pick him and you up boss?”
Kade: “Imagine I said something witty mate cause right now, I got nothin’.”
Bodyguard: “Alright boss- is that him?”
*The bodyguard point towards the large black zeppelin that has just descended from the clouds, Kade smiles as grabs hold of the slightly unconscious Ken Bates.*
Kade: “‘ere we go lads!”
*As the zeppelin gets closer it drops what seems to be a steel rope and clip. The zeppelins drowns out any one thinking of speaking up- the rope was quick but Kade was quicker, like a snake he snatches the ropes to quickly fasten it to Ken. Kade laughs as he grabs hold of the rope to sit on Ken’s shoulders, which he does on time as the zeppelin pulls the duo from the floor into the sky “Tell Tom ‘es a cunt for me, will ya?!” Kade shouts before the camera switches again.*
*As the the camera switches perspective we see Chris Paradise traveling down one of the airships many hallways with Mercury following close behind, Chris grimaces as a ruckus echoes throughout the hallway and his pace quickens till he reaches the source of the noise: Which turns out to be Kade roughing up WMW interviewer Ken Bates.*
Kade: “Ah Mister Paradise! And Mercury. It is my pleasure to present you with an enemy of the state!”
Paradise: “Kade what have I told you about treating our guests?”
*Kade eyes does not meet Paradise’s- he mumbles.*
Kade: “Be nice to ‘em”
Paradise: “Precisely...behavior like that makes you no better then the animals after all.”
*Chris and Mercury approach the unconscious Bates and after a quick snap of his fingers he has several minions untie the interviewer who regains his sense moments later, as his eyes flutter open Bates screams long and loud backing away from Paradise at a rapid pace*
Bates: “Oh god...please don’t hurt me please! I was just doing my job when that psycho attacked me! Please let me go I’ll do whatever you want!”
*Bates’s frantic rambling is silenced by Paradise holding out a hand in support, Ken shakily grabs the hand and hauls himself to his feet. Chris smiles and puts an arm around Ken before beginning to speak*
Paradise: “Firstly I must simply apologize for my associate’s brutish behavior, if I’d have known your journey here would’ve been so much smoother. Secondly there is something that you can do for me, namely your job. You are an interviewer correct?”
Bates: “Y-yeah why do you ask?”
Chris: “Well I am obviously a participant in this match for the...Exposure Stone? I believe that’s what it’s called anyway, therefore I deserve an interview don’t I?”
*At the mention of an interview Ken’s eyes go wide and he resumes his gamble to get away*
Bates: “ARE YOU INSANE????? All you wanted was an interview???? I get beat down and tortured by your little ratman over there just because you wanted an interview????? Well forget it! I want off this...whatever this is right now!”
*In the face of Ken’s verbal assault Paradise removes his trademark glasses and smiles*
Paradise: “What a shame...and here I hoped we could settle this like civilized adults, but it seems that a lesson must be taught after all. Mercury? Kade? If you will…”
Bates:”A lesson what are you talking about you-
*Bates is cut off by Mercury and Kade grabbing each arm and pinning them to his side, Chris turns and beckons behind him and Mercury and Kade drag the struggling Bates as Chris makes his way down the hallway. As they travel Chris turns towards Bates and begins to speak.*
Chris: “Mister Bates are you familiar with the term exposure? The most common definition for the term is: The state of being exposed to contact with something. This also has a multitude of different definitions, such as being exposed to the elements such as the rain or the snow. Then you have something far more sinister such as a herd of innocent people being exposed to a force that they have yet to comprehend, which is where you and the rest of WMW are currently at; teetering on the edges of uncertainty and not knowing how to prepare. However, would you like to know why I love exposure so much? The answer is simple: because it’s the slowest way for an unfortunate soul to meet their end and it’s all so simply beautiful!”
*Chris and company arrive at another heavy iron door which Paradise flings open, as a result the four are met with heavy wind resistance as the zeppelin travels through the sky. They make their way to the tail end of the ship shoving Bates forward, Paradise then strolls up to Bates and clips the steel cord from before onto his belt. Chris then smiles wolfishly and shoves Bates off the deck, who screams in terror as he plummets down and dangles in the air precariously. After a few minutes Chris along with Kade and Mercury hauls the cord back up to reveal a very shaken Ken Bates, they stand him and drag him back inside, after which Paradise questions him again.
Chris: “Are we feeling more cooperative now?”
*Ken nods unable to speak for the moment however a sharp slap from Paradise brought the words tumbling from his mouth*
Bates: “D-do you h-have anything t-to say about your triple threat match for the Exposure stone? Seeing as y-youll be facing S-silas T-thach and your associate D-duke K-kade?”
Chris: “Of course I do. But I’ll believe I shall begin with Silas Thatch if you don’t mind, Mister Thatch you are quite the interesting soul aren’t you but I’m afraid that your approach was less mystique and magic and a lot more like Hollywood B-movie. You project yourself as some kind of powerful deity, a reborn god looking to atone his sins. But let me ask you this: What’s a god to a non-believer? Face it Mister Thatch all you are is a discount boogeyman, a dollar store legend told to kids around a campfire to scare them into behaving. “You better behave or Silas Thatch will come for you, and when he does he’ll put you in his sack and eat you for lunch Bloo hahaha hahahahaha” It would be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic, while myself on the other hand knows how to instill fear! So come time for our triple threat, I’ll show you what it truly means to be scared and when I’m done with you’ll be begging whatever discount deity that you think will get the job done and beg him to take you away!”
*Chris takes a moment to compose himself, he fixes his coat and dress clothes as Ken Bates nervously readies his next question*
Bate: “But what about Duke Kade will there be any ill feelings due to the fact that you two are as Mister Kade put it “Mates”? “
Chris: “Hahahahahahaha! That won’t be an issue, though I must commend WMW management for their thought process. You see they did what every army does when confronting an invading force: Trying to turn the enemy against one another. But the problem with that is this: Mister Kade may be a lot of things including highly immoral, but if I had to say one thing about Kade it’s that no matter what he’s loyal. So unfortunately for you Mister Thatch this triple threat will be more like a handicap match, and like Mister Kade said the Exposure Stone will be ours! You see WMW you have some property of mine and I won’t rest til I get what’s mine, and that’s where my associates come in. WMW you are a battleground of heroes and I am under the firm belief that you either “Die A Hero or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Become The Villain, ergo I have plenty of stepping stones on my way to taking what’s mine. But before I go there’s a question I have to ask you all..”
“ARE WE HAVING FUN YET???????”
*As Paradise finishes his demented mantra he signals to Mercury who rushes to his side*
Chris: “Well...I’ve said all that needs to be said, now Mercury be a dear and make sure Mister Bates gets back to his employer safe will you? Oh! And do it gently will you?”
Mercury: “Yes Mister Paradise….right away…”
*Mercury smiles warmly at Chris before strolling over to Ken Bates and grabbing him by the ear*
Mercury: “Let’s go you wastrel!”
*As Mercury drags the still shaken Ken Bates away, Chris turns towards the camera*
Chris: “Oh WMW...this is going to be so much fun!”
*Paradise laughs a deep sadistic laugh before the camera changes perspective once more to show the zeppelin slowly flying off as the scene fades to black*
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Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 21st 2017, 9:41 pm
(The scene opens up to Rose sitting in a very comfortable lounge chair with a silk black dress on and a fur jacket. She is smoking a cigarette and flicks it away as the camera pans in closer. The rest of the room is completely black, with a single light on her.
Hello dahlings. If you do not know who I am then I do apologize, you have not had the pleasure to get to know a lovely creature such as myself. But introductions can be made much later, because right now we have a job to get down to, making all kinds of money dahling. You see this business you have here, awfully dreadful surroundings but I do know a small bit about it myself. I do belong to a family who has a little bit of knowledge about bashing the heads of another in do to some family ties. Because before my dearly departed mother married my father, she was married to a man who had two sons in this sport already. One barely got started before deciding to use his brains and make his own name, the other sadly...a glory hound more than any other. Poor soul, still going at it with his own ego every day babbling about how much his shoes are when in reality he should just know they are more than anyone of the people in this company could ever afford anyway. But back to the matter at hand, and as honestly boring as this seems, it should be something very easy to deal with on Monday. You see there is a man on this roster, a very stupidly generic man who is going to cross paths with a monster on Monday. Oh the pain will be tremendous Gordon, but you know I will not speak to much on that one. I will speak however dahling about how very very boring you seem to be, how you sounter around here like you have some type of weight to throw around, indeed you may be a bit of a man but lets be honest with ourselves. You have no kind of chance against Thorn when he steps into that ring and makes you into a human version of a slinky as he throws and twists you around. Oh it will be so hilarious to see a common fool as yourself become the play thing of one of the most intimidating forces of this whole place. You will try, and you will realizing there is no trying when you face a demon. And then dahling you will try and run, and I want you to run as fast as you can. Because he will be faster, he will catch you, and he will destroy you for everything you have Gordon. And you will then be beaten as we gain the victory, I gain the reward for your head on a stake for all to see. So please Gordon do try and not let to much of your blood fly everywhere. I would hate to see red on my new white coat dahling. Then you would really have to suffer, because you could not afford to have a new one made from fresh furs. Dreadful it would be Gordon, because then you would really have to find out why....
(Thorn steps out from the shadows in full black and white gear, mask to accompany this as well still hiding his face. He steps right behind Roses chair as she lifts her hand up as he helps her stand like a gentleman should.)
Subject: Re: WMW Promos! January 21st 2017, 3:16 pm
The Freak *Camera fades into a unloved, dimly lit living room, a large well-built man stand by a door, on a black, ripped and rather old leather chair Duke Kade, WMW newest talent watches in disgusts at Silas Thatch’s vignette on a surprisingly modern and very out of place flatscreen TV. The vignette ends and Kade, wearing a black Sex Pistols shirt, blue jeans and black Doc Martins turns to the man at the door.
Kade: “So wait, this cunt. He think he’s been visited by Zeus?”
Bodyguard: “Sure looks like it boss”
Kade: “Fucking hell; ‘ow is anyone supposed to take this cock’ead seriously? Fuck! I just sat through he’s, he’s whatever the fuck you’d call that- what would ya call that then mate?”
Bodyguard: “Drugs. To put it simply boss.”
Kade: “You see, I thought that too ya know? I trust Mister Paradise an’ everything but mate- what the fuck is this shit? What even is Wrestling?”
Bodyguard: “It’s actually quite popular nowadays boss. Mr. Paradise is actually quite famous athlete”
Kade: “He is? Then why in the bloody hell hadn’t I heard of him before then?”
Bodyguard: “You’re too busy running a criminal empire boss”
Duke Kade smirks, he gets up from the sofa to help himself to a can of beer, he turns to the bodyguard.
Kade: “Some folk; the fancy fuckers, they like to drink wine and shit but me? Eh, give me a good ol’ cold one any day mate. Is that interviewer kid still ‘ere?”
Bodyguard: “Yes boss”
The bodyguard swivels on the spot to turn to a large gloss white door littered with scratches and blood stains which he opens with ease “Bring him in” two more bodyguards dressed in similar attire throw a timid skinny man into the room- he trips on his on feet to crash into the floor.
Kade: “Ah ha! If it isn’t our delightful and ever intruding cuntface interviewer, ‘ow are you mate?”
The interviewers coughs up blood suddenly, Kade grins as the bodyguard shakes his head, the interviewer rubs away the blood stained saliva from his chin.
Interviewer: “I’ve been better”
Kade: “Ah shame, shame I don’t a fucking shit- ha! Anywho, I didn’t catch ya name?”
Interviewer: “Ken Bates”
Kade: “Well Batty; what ‘es a good looking dickhead doing in this part of the world, ah?”
Bates: “I’ve been sent-”
Kade: “Sent by mail or drone?”
Duke Kade proceeds to laughs hysterically in his seat, he wiped an imaginary tear from his face taking another sip of his “cold one” to turn to Bates with a vicious stare.
Bates: “By War Made Wrestling-”
Kade suddenly springs up from his sofa to join Bates on floor, he snatches hold of the mans chins, his eyes darting all over place with a somewhat inquisitive expression.
Kade: “So, ‘ow does this work? Is this shit like some kind of job interview or do I just get my guys to have their fun with ya?”
Bates: “Job-job intervie-”
Kade slams the back of Bate’s head into the floor, he turns away to stretch, he picks up his can to take another gulp. A wolfish smile sprung across his face.
Kade: “Ya should know Batty, that I’ve never been one to like being questioned and all that shit- in my experience, it leads to fucking jail time. But, but I get it, I get! I have to do this, don’t I? Gotta fucking do it. Fucking do it Kade!” he slaps his own face to calm himself “Okay. Okay dokey Ken mate- what ya gotta ask?”
Kade smiles at Bates with arms out wide. Bates holding the back of his head in pain, still a bit woozy replies.
Bates: “What, what do you have to say, say about Silas Thatch and Chris Paradise. You face them in a Exposure, Exposure Dest-iny Match.”
Kade walks over to Bates, he leans down one more time to come face to face, he smiles and replies.
Kade: “So I’m facing Mister Paradise, but we’re mates- a team ya know?! Don’t ya yankees know what that fucking is or what?”
Bates: “It, seems-so”
Kade: “Well Ken, as it seems it’s pretty fucking clear ‘ow this is gonna go down, I’m gonna tell you ‘ow I feel about cause I like ya and well, this ya job and everything, you get me?”
Kade: “See, I’m not sure what stuff this Silas fuck ‘as been taking but it seems expensive- maybe ya yankees should cut his pay or something cause, mate, that was just bloody terrible. I’m not sure ‘ow I feel; I think it’s disappointing really- disappointing that fucking Americans are stupid enough to let cunts like that do weird shit. I know Wrestling is competitive and everythin’ but fuckin’ ‘ell, I don’t know what kinda tactic that was, it didn’t work, I’m sure of that- whatever the fuck this dickhead tried to do. He’s gonna lose and badly, how, well. Not only does he have me to deal with me, he’s got Mister Paradise to deal with- double fucking trouble, double pain, double defeat and double the disappointment for ya. We’re a team. We’re gonna win together and beat the living shit out of you together cause we can and there ain’t a fucking thing ya can do, drugs may fuck ya up but ya looking at the fucker upper. Making this fucking crystal clear for ya lad; you gonna die, cunt!”
Kade laughs hysterically as he gets to his feet to look down at Bates who looks somewhat pleased with himself, this irritates Kade who finishes his can to throw in onto the floor “I want ya to ask me, whats’ next?” Bates looks up in confusion “What is next?” Kade chuckles “This” he pounces on Bates kicking him in the face, upon contact the camera cuts out.