Post by English/Corpse on Nov 26, 2014 19:13:04 GMT -6
VOW Presents
A Casanova English Original
Lupus in Fabula
I hang up the phone proudly. It was all
coming together Edward secured the funds for me to take this whole
thing a step further. Now I can set up a physical location to house
the talents I have been accumulating. Speaking of the talents that
are joining me in my war against the oppressors. . . Cera. I needed
her to pull through last week, and she didn't let me down. I showed
Vanessa, and Rayne just how fragile their bonds can be. I got Cera to
join my team, would it be so hard to convince The Queen if she was to
permanently encompass V's beautiful body. That demon surging through
her veins is enlightenment, it is who she really is. She has to be
seeing that by now, she has to be seeing just how useful The Queen is
to her. Now the rumblings that Serra is leaving, that has to be
really getting into the minds of these two little girls now. Maybe
Casanova clipped your little angels wings too many times, and she
lost the motivation to fly? Was it too much for her to watch Cera
join me in the revolution. Myers and Cera these are the names that
are joining me. They know what it takes to be the strongest, they
have faced advisory. They know how to embrace their pain, and I will
only help them get stronger. As my army builds, theirs is crumbling.
The Court, The Omega Family, The legends. . . whatever you want to
call it.
Me? I call it the past.
I spin the cigarette in my fingers
quickly before I place it in front of my mouth. Lighting the end I
take a few sharp small puffs just to get the tobacco burning right.
My eyes flash up to Corpse who sits again on the opposite side of the
table. It's strange having company, I am so used to being a recluse
of sorts. I like to live in my own sick mind, it's so strange to be
sharing that with someone. I'm a leader, who is an introvert. I want
to save the people, but at the same time I loathe them. It's all so
complicated. He impressed me though. When I left him here with the
apartment while I was in Thunder Bay he kept it clean. I'm not sure
he left the house while I was gone. Is he domesticated already? Is he
too afraid to face the real world without his master. In a way I am
his angel, pulling him from the streets and attempting to give him a
purpose. He didn't indulge in his former fantasy, didn't get a nice
big blob of that black tar heroine that a junkie just drools for. It
makes me think of my mother, he sick drug delusion seeking it out to
get better no matter the cost. I blink to snap that thought. I told
myself I wouldn't go there, that I wouldn't dream up those old demons
from the past. I sure as hell can't do it now. Not with Rayne as my
opponent. No, this one means something.
“So your not mad you didn't get the
official victory at Breakthrough?”
“Why would I?”
I snap back to the ridiculous question
Corpse conjured up. I smile and continue.
“That day will come. The defeat will
come that will damage that win loss record there wrestlers seem to
worship so much. That's why I am so effective Corpse. I no it matter
outside that ring just as much as it does in it. It's all
psychological. It's not about winning or loosing, it;s about
surviving to see another day. Look what I did with Star, I broke him
down slowly. . . used the ones he loved to manipulate him. I defeated
Star physically by mentally assaulting Laura. I destroyed everything
she was, I showed him how evil humanity is and lets face it he
couldn't stomach it and he hopped in his little space ship and flew
home. You watched the tapes you know what I am talking about.”
“I know what you mean. You are
playing the long game, you are going to beat these girls, but first
you must break them down. Kind of like you did with me and the
drugs.”
I laugh as I blow a little cloud into
the air.
“That's the thing I am trying to do
in a large scale. Your getting it a little bit now. I am impressed.
Your physical exams are coming along well. Now you are getting your
mind into it. Soon we will be able to introduce you back into their
sad normalcy with a new perspective.”
“You mean I'll be able to meet the
rest of the team? I will be able to be part of the revolution.”
He spoke with such enthusiasm, like he
was so proud to be part of this. So proud to be part of something he
doesn't fully understand. Is that how manipulative I am? Would he do
anything I asked? Would he cut his own finger off just to prove his
loyalty. I salivate in that idea of complete power for a moment
before I answer his eager face.
“Yes. Then I will let the world know
your name. They will see the man they call scum rise up from the
poverty, and the piss, and the shit and become a success. You will be
a solider of the new era. You will arm yourself with a new ideology
and you will destroy them. In mind, body. . . and spirit!”
His face lights up with passion, well
as much passion I can tell behind his massive amount of facial hair
that he refuses to shave. It is the one thing he won't budge on. He
doesn't want to see his face for some reason I don't think. I'm not
sure yet if it is a mental or physical deformity, if it's mental it
must cut deep. I slap the side of his face lightly.
“Oh, I loaded up the video that Rayne
almost made viral in your office there.”
“Thanks. I will check I after my
nap.”
I needed a break. This week was
exhausting putting pieces together for the group that has been put
together. It's missing something. It needs one more. I walk toward my
room slowly. The mind needs to rest, for the body will be busy in a
few short days.
I slowly fold the laptop over laughing
to myself as I do so. At least she has guts, even if she didn't know
she was being recorded I have a feeling she would have no problem
with me hearing what she has to say. That's one thing I can admire
about Rayne, her pride. I nod at Corpse at the doorway who looks on
attentively to see my reaction. He knows what the nod means as he
quickly leaves the doorway to fetch the camera in the other room. By
the time he returns I already have a cigarette light. He flicks the
camera on as I expel a lung full of toxin.
“Do you know Latin Rayne? Did you
ever hear of the phrase lupus in fabula? Well. . .”
I flick the ash off of the tip of my
cigarette into a small aluminum ashtray on the table.
“It means speak of the devil. A very
typical term in English, I guess I just like to add a little flare.
Latin is the devil's tongue isn't it? Anyway the point is you speak
of the devil and he shall appear. See Rayne I didn't impose any of
this on you. This wasn't rape, it was always consensual to me I like
to think. You were the one that came on to me, that attacked me and
started this physical relationship. You are that type of person
though, built for the heat of battle. You were built for the
intensity. Ryan knew what he was doing in selecting such a quality
life mate. You are that type of person that likes to help people
Rayne, and I see that and I respect it. In fact here is the little
secret that I have to let you in on. . .”
I inch lunge forward like I am making
an effort to get close to the camera.
“You are the most difficult opponent
I have been up against. See you don't underestimate me. You know that
truth be told I am pretty much bullet proof. I'm like a god damn
puzzle, but in knowing that it gives you a very distinct advantage.
See Star had no idea what he was getting into. When you gave him that
arm band he was delusional enough to believe that gave him some kind
of power. It must eat away at you a little bit knowing that your
encourage Star to match on to his execution. . . not even Star but
Laura too. I mean I stole her innocents Rayne. Does that remind you
of some traumatic life event? Did uncle Andy slip a finger a little
too far up your skirt? IS that what this is all about Rayne?”
I laugh to myself puffing away at my
cigarette aggressively, the burning tobacco at the end produces in
intense red.
“Back to my original thought though.
See everyone else didn't know what to expect, but you do. You know
that I always have a surprise, and in that I know that this comes
down to one thing. You and eye one on one. Your tired of the games,
the manipulation. You are tired of seeing me physically destroy Serra
in that ring, and in turn probably destroyed her will to compete. On
top of that I have been spinning around the mind of Vanessa at will
like it is some toy. You understand what I am capable of, and you
fear it I know you do. Don't worry that makes you strong not weak. I
already got as deep as I could into that mind before the match,
because I too know. I too know how you write fucking poetry in that
ring. I know how you make things happen that shouldn’t happen. The
truth is we are a mirror.”
“We are mirror opposites Rayne. You
want to save everyone, you want to be that symbol of hope. You want
to be the hero that they all look up to, and you want to save them. I
want to save them too. I want to enlightenment them and bring them on
a journey to change the corpse of history. I don't hate you Rayne. It
is just a fact. . . things have to change. It is time that the new
breed rise up and wash out the infection that has tainted the
wrestling industry. That is the fuel I am bringing to the battle.
When we get in the ring one on one and the only thing that motives us
is our own pride, our own greed, our own NEED to prove that we are
right. At Darkest Hour I show you reality Rayne. There is no stopping
this. This is the shift of power, I will make you that statement. The
statement that Casanova English is coming for the fucking throne.
Let's see if I'm a placebo then.”
I point at the camera blowing smoke in
it's direction yet again. Corpse is behind the camera and his
intensity matches mine. He licks his lips hanging on every word that
spews out of my mouth.
“I am gathering up my army. I am
taking all the ones these fans, your husband, and the industry label
not good enough. The ones that these people chant into the ground
every chance they get. I will take the ones YOU label SCUM and I will
use them to infect and destroy every part of this company. I will
show these people that in the anarchy me and my family unleash. I
will forcefully remove the veil of ignorance that shrouds you sad
people. Rayne when you fall, I slowly and methodically destroy every
member of your wrestling, and real family if I have to you will come
to that realization that Iser was trying to drill in your head “You
cannot save everyone.” You want to create these outcasts, then I
will take them in, to my own personal orphanage.”
“Take a breath and look around! You
are running out of friends baby! Get used to it, because I will keep
on dropping them at my feet. You want to fight for them, be noble and
I get that. I can agree with that, but you know as well as I do that
if you want to be the self sacrificing messiah that is fine, but
eventually everyone must pay for their sins. I promise you Rayne they
will.”
“I'm the kiss of death.”
I blow a kiss filled with smoke toward
the camera, it spins in a spiral before it disappears. I push the
cigarette into the table beside me as Corpse shuts the camera off.
The Orphanage is building recruits in this revolution that is
unfolding. I need this win against Rayne, not because it is a win,
but it will give them faith. It will show them that I can take out
one of the key components of our oppressors.
Get to Ryane, Get to Ryan