Post by English/Corpse on Jul 30, 2016 18:23:05 GMT -6
VoW Presents
A Casanova English Original
Dignity
JUNE 1ST
BATH, ONTARIO
HOLY BELIEVER FUNERAL PARLOR
A Casanova English Original
Dignity
JUNE 1ST
BATH, ONTARIO
HOLY BELIEVER FUNERAL PARLOR
This is where all the criminals who die in Millhaven usually have their funeral. The locally owned Holy Believer in Bath Ontario. The white paint on the outside of the large funeral home with broad stretch pillars flaked under the hot June day revealing the piss yellow paint that was smeared over with a fresh coat. The interior was in much need of an update with old cracked murals of Christ hanging loosely on the walls. Alyson hated funerals. She wasn't really religious, but she thought that she should at least be part of lying Dean MacDonald to rest. This was the wake, there was only three hours allotted in the afternoon to come and see the body. To say your final good byes. They didn't expect any sort of crowd for the wake of a serial rapist. Maybe the funeral would garner an audience, but likely for all the wrong reasons. A wake seemed too personal. You could see the body, look at it, touch it. There was no one there, hardly a soul but the revered who greeted Alyson with a smile. “Hello child. How may I help you?”
“I'm here for the um wake?” Alyson looked up at the reverend who stared back in near shock. Why on earth would this lovely little eighteen year old doll want to see the body of a violent sex criminal. Her brown hair hung shoulder length, and her blue eyes screamed determination.
“For Mr. MacDonald?” The reverend asked regaining his professionalism. Alyson nodded in agreement. “Ah, well right this way miss.”
Alyson marched close behind the hunched old man who opened the door to the room where Dean lay. Soothing harp played through the tacky 80's speakers hung in the corners of the room. Alyson nodded to the reverend for some privacy and he shut the door obliging the young woman.
Alyson let out a sigh and slowly moved herself toward the body. All the media had been talking about was that Connolly prison guard who was killed in the Millhaven Riot (as the news was dubbing it). Not one single person seemed to care that in an isolated room Dean MacDonald has his throat was slit. Alyson did though. She cared deeply, not necessarily because she had any sympathy toward the man, but justice was justice. The person that killed Dean was just as important to catch as the person that killed that prison guard and he should be held accountable for his actions equally. It was a matter of right and wrong. Social justice. At least that is what she kept telling herself. Truthfully it was more personally motivated. She remembered Dean as someone different. She had witnessed a part of him that no one ever knew. Her throat dried as she slowly staggered towards the body feeling light headed. It had been 15 years since she saw her father and truthfully she could barely remember his features from such a young age. The only image burned into her mind were mug shots. It's amazing the work that can do with the deceased these days, she knew that first hand. Her friend's cousin Malcolm blew his head clean off and somehow they managed to pull it all back together into something resembling Malcolm. Alyson shook her head and peered over the side of the plain black coffin. There he was peaceful, his eyes closed, his hands folded over his chest. His gray hair hung doll straight sprayed thick with hairspray. The place where his throat was cut was concealed by a tie and make up, but Alyson could still make out some of the discoloration. “My God. I can't believe. I can't believe it is you and you are gone. I just wanted to know why you did the things you did. Why you were such a monster. I was going to come visit you; come and confront you about the way you betrayed mom and I. The way you destroyed our lives.” Alyson stopped to wipe tears from her eyes. “I was going to make you answer me once and for all; face to face. I was going to make you look at your little prin...” She started sobbing hysterically and bolted from the room. The revered went to follow her, but he was no match in his old age to the young lady's speed.
Alyson burst out the doors and continue running up the sidewalk only stopping briefly to hold her flats in her hand to run faster. Finally she stopped near an open field. Her lungs banged stinging and begging for air. She vomited violently before collapsing on the ground. Dean, her father, the rapist, the killer was gone. She would never get her answers. She would never know the man inside the monster.
Alyson could of left it right there. She could of went home, continued to study for college and go on to make something of herself. She didn't though. She made a decision. Her father Dean MacDonald needed justice. He deserved justice just as much as the next man. Alyson thought she was doing it for some higher morality, but truth was she was doing it for herself. This was her way of burying her father; of reinventing herself and finding enlightenment. Funny, how a spiritual awakening tastes like semi-digested ramen. Alyson wiped her chin and got to her feet. If her father couldn't give her answers, maybe his killer could.
FOLLOWING BREAKTHROUGH 48
My heart was pumping as I angrily threw the championship in my bag, I blew right pas the other Orphanage members waiting for their leader to emerge in the back; likely saddened they couldn't stop the attack. On my heels is a pumped up Ryder Blade, and I can't stand it. Truth be told if he didn't intervene when he did I would potentially be bleeding out in the ring at the hands of Death. I could see it in her eyes, she didn't just want to impale me. She NEEDED to. The evil was really inside her, and I had to know for sure. I tempted Death, and she came close to delivering on a blood stained promise.
“'Bruh I really saved your butt.” Ryder turned looking to me expecting gratitude, but I was cold. I didn't yet have the respect for him he thought I did. I still hated his fucking bravado.
“I don't know why you did that or care about my well being. It was all part of my plan.” I scolded the man who challenged me for the championship just weeks earlier. Why would he bother? Why would he run down that ramp to save me? Probably trying to get in my good graces for a title shot. I pulled a t-shirt over my bruising torso as I gathered things from the arena locker.
“It was part of your plan to get nailed to a cross? For real, dude? And you wanna call me dumb?' Ryder chuckles. 'Check it, the Blade is gonna keep it real. Reason I went out there and saved your behind is this: I can't let Princess Hot Topic go to town on you and throw you in like the hospital or whatever. I want another crack at that title yo. I really think I earned it. Can't get that if you're in the hospital 'cause Insane Goth Posse messed your world up. You dig?” Earned it? He thinks he earned it? What an entitled little brat I walked toward him in anger, but I could feel a presence at the door way. I followed Ryder's eyes that blew past me to the audience behind.
To my amazement it wasn't Robinson nor Winter. Ryan Omega had a wide grin on his face as he looked at Ryder and I about to have each others throats; at least I was about to have Ryder's. Poor kid was probably oblivious to that fact as he was much others. “Well I can't really allow these woman to get away with trying to nail the World Champion to a cross can I. Though you provoked the act to the best of your ability.” After these few years Omega was finally catching on to how I worked. I have to say I am sightly impressed. “I also don't like how the World Visionaries Champion likes to cop out by hitting difficult opponents with foreign objects for a DQ. So there wasn't much closure to the Emma vs English march. So thinking it over with other staff we have decided that at Breakthrough 49 Casanova English and Ryder Blade will team up to face ChaosSworn.” Ryan smirked as my face flushed with exhaustion. Having Ryder as an enemy was one thing; it was fine. It was easy to deal with. Having him as a team mate; that seemed like it was going to be much more difficult. As Ryan turned to leave I turned to Ryder who wore a cartoon smile and held up a hand for a high five.
“Right on! The Blade and Cass, we are going to take down Chaos and show them what the real main event of VoW looks like.” He holds his hand up still in the air, his eyes darting back and forth as it got more awkward. Then, he smiles. "Good. You ain't falling for that. You ain't gone full retard yet."
I was not listening any longer, though; I had long since lapsed into my thoughts. I had to figure out a way to use Ryder to my advantage. I have taken every member of The Orphanage and helped turn then into something respectable. Ryder, he would take a long time to turn around and manipulate. I'd have to break down all that pop culture ideology that resides within his frontal lobes. That would take far too long, and far too much effort for someone I would have to turn around and destroy later. I stopped pacing and glared a Ryder. “Alright. This is it. You want a rematch. You want a shot at this title?” He nodded enthusiastically and stood up from his chair. “Then this is how it plays out. You and I got out there at 49 and we beat the hell out of these bitches. We make a joke of Death. Emma and Joanna are nothing compared to us. Do you have any idea how much we grossed for this company at Fate of the God's? We officially put VoW on the map, lets not let Emma walk her entitled ass in here and lay claim to this company we both solidified.” I could see Blade getting pumped from my speech, maybe he was the perfect sheep. “So here it is. If we win at Breakthrough 49, I will make sure you are part of the match for my championship at Heatstroke.” His eyes light up as he once again falls in line to what he believes to be his destiny. “Deal?” I ask holding out my hand.
Ryder paints that signature smirk on his mug. He's not holding out his hand, but holding it up in the air for the high five I momentarily rejected, “Deal!” He waved his hand up high for that seller high five. “Aw, c'mon bruh. I mean it this time. The Blade ain't gonna punk ya. Scout's honor. ” I had to do it...
To my surprise, or maybe not, as I went to high five him, Ryder pulled his hand away, using it to slick his hair instead. As he did so, that infuriating grin returned to his features.
"The Blade was never a Scout," he told me, winking. "Gotta be sharper than that in two weeks, bruh. The Blade ain't tryna carry your butt."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to try and repress the urge to jump, subdue and garrote the man I would be forced to team with in two weeks' time.
My partner.
My enemy.
Ryder Blade.
JULY 29TH
MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA
TRUCK STOP
MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA
TRUCK STOP
Morgantown was a redneck shit hole if I ever saw one. So a hot bed for professional wrestling fans. Sweaty, stupid, and obese the perfect American consumers. I asked for a medium well steak; and knew full well how I would get it. The unmemorable waitress plopped it in front of me.... medium if that. Blood poured from the dead cattle on my plate, but I knew better to complain. In a town like this they would replace the steak with roadkill and have a laugh at my expense. Even the fact I was wearing a suit offset the entire joint that looked like it was pulled from a early 80's flick. I stuck out like an aching thumb and these town folk had no problem showing me with their eyes. Corpse sat looking fucking ridiculous across the table from me with the biggest stack of flap jacks I had ever seen. “What? They serve breakfast all day!” He said in response to my glace. He slammed his knife through the entire stack. “Look I know that you have handled it all to this point, but ChaosSworn is a serious threat. I mean they almost nailed you to a God damn cross Cass. Sadly, if it wasn't for Ryder Blade you would have been strung up in that ring on Breakthrough.” He shoves a forkful of morning pastry into his face and waits for my response.
“Matt and Winter have drilled that into my head thoroughly over the past week Corpse. Don't worry. I know to take those psychotic little girls seriously. Emma pushed me to the limit, and almost nailed me to a cross. I am man to admit that. I am man ti admit that I got lucky.” I smirk cutting into my under cooked steak with hungry eyes.
“So do you owe Blade one now?” Corpse smirked as he delivered the question; knowing it would get under my skin just a little.
“This Breakthrough when we beat ChaosSworn; putting them in their place truly. That will be me paying Ryder back for his brief moment of courage. Then maybe I'll give him a second shot at this championship. Maybe that was the little trolls plan the whole time.” I chewed the rubber they pawned off at the diner as meat as the waitress came up to check on my food I just waved her off.
“So what is the game plan? Are you going to train with Ryder? Drink Sprintex? Gym, tan, laundry?” Corpse laughed to himself smothering his plate in syrup.
“To be honest I don't know. It's hard to be in the same room as the guy. It's not like a loath him, or hate him. Nothing like that. He put up a hell of a fight at Fate of the Gods. He is just so God damn annoying.” I shake my head once again cutting into the steak, trying to mix it with the fries and ketchup to add some flavor.
“Why don't you go out to the national park and play Pokemon Go?” Corpse posed the question like he was serious, but quickly back tracked. “You guys have to find some way to stay on the same page if you want to beat a proven tag team like Chaos.”
“Proven tag team? They couldn't even secure the Twin City Championships from The Neon Babes. They might be proven around the industry, but as I have shown the wrestling world time and time again. VoW is different. VoW is a whole new ballgame. Here, the big fish are all on the end of my hook.”
“That's only half the battle. You gotta worry about Ryder. He has proved his wrestling ability, but what prevents him from just blindsiding you and putting you to the mercy of Chaos once again?” Corpse raises his brow like he is asking a sophisticated question before taking another bite.
“The Blade's ego would get in the way of that. He has yet to lose on Breakthrough. You think he is going to throw his only streak left away because he wants to get in my head... I really don't think so.” I took a scoop of the now cold potato and swallowed before continuing. “I talked to Ryder after the incident. It will all be fine, we are on the same page. As much as you or anyone else may not believe it, we both would very much like to keep VoW in tact, and I would much rather have to worry about Ryder Blade than him Emma and her little posse.”
Alabama sat back down beside Corpse tending to her coffee. She smirks at me and I return it. Ever since my incident; when I went out drinking Corpse and Alabama had made a pact to be stuck to me like glue. I wonder how the other members of The Orphanage felt that I was seemingly becoming much closer with these two than anyone else. Alabama wasn't even an official member. Still they were devoted to keeping me focused on my wrestling career. Which actually meant keeping me sober. Still the visions baffled my curiosity. Being an atheist and existentialist it was fascinating to see the image of my father my warped mind conjured up.
“So do you think you can keep Ryder on your side Cass?” Alabama asked not knowing about the conversation Corpse and I had been having while she was in the bathroom. With a mouth full I shake my head in agreeing. “He seems like he has potential. He just gets lost and distracted by the bright and shiny is all I am saying; and currently the most bright and glittery object is the title you happen to be holding."
“It's no secret he did what he did for this championship rather than I, but like I was telling Corpse his ego will force him to fall in line.” I took a sip of the fluoride and chlorine this fine establishment classified chemically as H20. I wasn't sure if that was an accurate statement.
“You think you can control someone as pea brained as Ryder? I mean it's like he came off a 90's production line and never grew up.” Alabama takes a long gulp of her coffee flipping her golden hair back away from her face.
“Trust me; Ryder doesn’t want to fuck this up. If he does... I promise him that the tag team match will be the closest he ever gets to my championship ever again!” I cut into my last hunk of beef; it was awful. This city stinks. To their credit Corpse and Alabama were doing a great job to keep my mind off of drinking. Off of Dean MacDonald. My murdered father.
AUGUST 1ST
MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA
CHURCH
MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA
CHURCH
I know a graveyard how cliché. You could swear this was had been done before, but I have a point to prove as always. You will just have to trust me. I flicked the camcorder on setting it on the top of a grave stone. The moon was massive tonight, lighting the scene perfectly. I cracked my neck from side to side and propped up the championship even further.“I figured you would consider what happened at Breakthrough as a win. I bet you and your little band of goth princesses went off had a few bottles of champagne over how you nearly nailed me to a cross and drove me to split open your demented little head. Then again maybe you are smarter then to celebrate failure.” I push a cigarette into my mouth ligthing it quickly before addressing ChaosSworn. “There is something you need to understand Emma and Joanna. I didn't set up Ryder Blade to come down that ramp and save me from the attack. Maybe, in the back of my mind I understood that someone would stop you, but I didn't plan it. I was more than ready to accept a fate that you yourself guaranteed Emma. I wasn't running from you, and Blade didn't come down and clear house because I asked him to watch my back. No, he came down because deep down he know himself.... at Fate of the Gods I beat respect out of him. He looks at me now, and past all his bullshit banter he sees me for what I truly am. The ever surviving Modern Day Messiah; the World Visionaries Champion.” laughing a bit I take a few sharp puffs off the cigarette blowing smoke down towards the unknown graves around me. “To be honest this championship around my waist has done more damage than good. It has made me a lot of enemies, made me a clear target for bigot terrorist organizations like ChaosSworn. They are probably under the illusion that they are champions of feminism. That they have given women a place in the industry.” I shake my head as smoke flows around me. I strap the World Championship over the top of a grave stone. “Truth be told every time you speak; every action you do sets woman back years and years... I mean you champion Chaos. No wonder people are terrified for Hillary Clinton to become the president of the United States." I snicker at my politically charged comment.
“You demand to be taken seriously. You demand respect. At least you thought you did. You thought you did when you walked down the ramp and got in my face claiming to be a tyrant that can strike down my reign as champion. Like I haven't heard that before. You waited till I looked weak, waiting till I just defeated the most difficult opponent in my career. Ryder please don't let that go to your head too much. You waited till bags formed under my eyes and I was slowly giving into exhaustion before you even consider asserting your so called dominance over my soul. So how about you drop the literate bitch act for me for two seconds. I see beyond the dark make up and pale completions. I saw through it at Breakthrough. You claim to be this impenetrable being, but I got in you head. I busted you open and brought out that primal rage. I know it's killing you that you didn't get to complete the task Emma. I know that now it has not much to do with this title and has a lot more to down with my head. With Ryder's head even. The degenerate that stopped you both from finally shutting up Casanova English.” I laugh ashing out my cigarette on the grass below. “People question those who follow me; I inherit want to question the leadership of Emma. Joanna you are going to follow her into battle... the same woman who helped lead you to a loss against The Neon Babes. I understand your relationship is born in blood. You beat each other to a pulp so the respect is deep. In a way I guess it is not much different than the tag team of Ryder and I is it? I see the deep admiration you hold for one another. I mean you lead the swarm in the destruction of GPW did you not? Joanna you have a lot of history with Winter; with Matt. There has been a lot of foreshadowing to this moment and I apologize, but by association you will be a victim of this coming war. I intend to fully make an example out of you. While Ryder and Emma are going to be focused on one another and me... don't worry child I am here to ensure that you feel extra special. Hey, who knows after I beat your head in with a barbwire bat or something we can become best friends. Just like you and Emma have become.” I stop to wink at the camera blowing another plume of smoke. “I have to make an example out of you for my own children Joanna. I am sorry, there is just no room for you here. I don't have the love for you Emma will. I don't see the potential. All I see is someone who joins with Emma in her hatred for men, and her desire for disorder. Which in reality makes absolutely no sense. See Chaos is simply the way in which the universe works. You must have heard of chaos theory. The fact that truly there is no rhyme of reason to the universe and it aimless. You act like you are something different, but you are just a projection of that theory. The odds are staked in your favor. Something heinous can happen and you can claim it as a result of you own doing. Your just slaves to mother nature, event by those monthly bleedings.” I smirk at the misogynist comment I knew would get under Joanna's skin.
“Emma, you claim to have this track record of destruction, which is true outside of here. Honestly though your time here... your biggest claim to fame has to be what happened at Breakthrough 48. ALMOST attaching me to a cross; and I know that almost is not good enough for you to be satisfiable with this endeavor at all now is it? That's fine. You seem to think that I am afraid of you, because you are brave enough to dub yourself death. How cute. I truly know now that the hard exterior has a soft and squishy underbelly. See the weakest need to take on such names, need to take on such responsibility as mimicking the four horsemen. How original! Don't worry I won't hit you with that frequently struck low blow. Emma you liked being in the ring with me. I know you did. I made you taste your own blood... who was that last person to do that to you... Joanna?” I toss the cigarette to the lush grass fertilized by the decaying souls 6 feet beneath. “Emma, just like I have laid down to Ryder this is your opportunity to prove to me you deserve a shot at this championship. Last week didn't fully convince me. Sure you brought the heat, but you did get beat by my partner. You aren't going to have that strong of a case when I pin your shoulders to the mat in Morgantown. Emma I am in this graveyard to convey one thing to you... death doesn't scare me. No, it's the living that scares the shit out of me. The world is already in Chaos. I mean Donald Trump is running to lead the free world for Christ sake. Your just an agent of the powers that be, just the very raw form. You want to distract. See I want to bring order Emma. That has been my purpose, and sorry to inform you but I have already established VoW as my very own monarchy. I have fought to structure this company and I am finally doing that. You want to come in here and destroy me; and thus toss VoW into Chaos which only glorifies my true importance to this institution. VoW tonight I make you a promise. I won't let Chaos take over this beloved company that I have brought to notoriety. I may not be doing it for you, I may be doing it for myself but the result is the same. I stop chaos. I prevent destruction. The Modern Day Messiah promises to keep this newly formed establishment intact. I will keep it from Chaos and I will keep it form the former establishment in Ryan Omega. I will continue to keep VoW great. That is a responsibly, for there is no order in chaos and no dignity in death.”
I glare into the camera picking my championship up from the tombstone and flick the camera off to the scene of the full moon hanging in the sky. My hand runs over the championship. Breakthrough is full of opportunity. The opportunity for Ryder to prove he is worthy; Emma as well. Both by different means. Joanna even has the opportunity to inject herself into the situation. I have the opportunity for to once and for all to bring order to VoW and prove that I truly am The Modern Day Messiah. I will defy death.