Post by English/Corpse on Jan 30, 2015 19:42:11 GMT -6
VOW Presents
A Casanova English Original
Decaffeination
“Every king springs from a race of
slaves, and every slave had kings among his ancestors.”
-Plato-
Your mind is spinning in circles. You
are hearing voices, smelling something different. Your body is having
spasms, but don't worry it's not a tumor it's just what I do. Work my
way into the minds of the slaves the world has already brainwashed.
Half the battle was always done for me, now all I have to do is
create a sense of anarchy, find something that they have the
sightless issue with. Create civil unrest as Dr. King put it when
speaking about fighting for liberty. Then make them believe they can
do something about it, tell them they have a fucking dream. When in
reality it was your dream all along, they are just puppets and you. .
. you can pull the strings. That's what I have learned the past year.
If you play with fire, you are bound to
get burned. . . that's a lesson someone still needs to teach me.
The cashier slides a red pack of
Marlboro’s across the table, I place my hand at the end of the
table causing it to land right in my palm like a goalie making a
save. I rip the plastic coating off of my favorite vice and push it
into the cashier's hand who promptly throws it out for me. Just
before I leave the corner store to walk the few blocks back to The
Orphanage. I slide my finger across the screen and hold it to my ear.
That greeting sounded strange. It was
Corpse on the other end.
“Hey. I just called to let you know
we have a visitor.”
“A good visitor, or a bad visitor?”
I inquire placing a cigarette loosely
between my lips.
“Not quite sure.”
“Well then who is it?”
I ask lighting the end of my cigarette
and taking a deep inhale. I blow smoke straight up in the air letting
out a satisfactory sigh.
“Seth Iser. He is in your office
waiting.”
I hang the phone up without saying good
bye. Looking down at my smart phone I smile, this is a face to face I
have been waiting for. This is him passing the torch acknowledging
that there is a new bad guy in town. His throne in being torn away
from him, and I'm not that carbon copy he expected to rip the torch
off the baddest man on the planet. I'm unique, fresh, manipulative,
arrogant, but I have a smile that makes you still want to come to
dinner despite.
It's a deadly combination of genetics.
I push the door open to my office,
sitting in the chair facing my desk is Seth Iser. His gigantic body
stretches far over the back of the chair. He doesn't turn to look at
me as I enter, something I am sure he did on purpose. I walk around
the long dark mahogany table and sit behind it, now looking at Iser
who meets my gaze with the same intensity.
“Hello Mr. Iser. I don't believe that
we have had the pleasure of really meeting face to face.”
I extend my hand across the table and
he meets me with his letting out a grunt. His hand collapses around
mine, swallows it up. It was a strange metaphor with his shadow
literally hanging over me. In a way I think he knew what he was
doing. It's a battle of intimidation.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I say meeting him with a wide grin. He
cracks his neck side to side.
“Don't think I haven't been watching
you. . .”
“Well I am just flattered.”
I sarcastically flick my eyelashes at
him, he has no sense of humor. Can't see the hilarity in the
suffering.
“I have been watching this little war
you have been waging. I have particularly noticed your interest in
Vanessa. See I don't think you fully understand what you are getting
yourself into.”
“No, I think I know exactly what I am
getting myself into.”
“Ah? I didn't figure you for the um.
. . suicidal type.”
What the fuck was he talking about. I
have V right where I want her, I have her mind broken. I have her all
fucked up and that is the way I want it.
“I am far from it. See I have weaved
into V's subconscious like no one has before, not even you Iser. See
this is my game, I fucking invented it. I understand you have taught
Vanessa a lot, but surely you weren't stupid enough to teach her
everything you know. How does that saying go?”
Iser just shakes his head at me, giving
me only a cold stare.
“This isn't intended to be a hostile
meeting, and trust me. . .”
He clenches his left hand around the
arm of the chair so hard I could almost hear the metal scream.
“you don't want it to be. I simply
came here to warn you. To let you know the full extent to what you
could unleash. With what I did to Vanessa after out match at Darkest
Hour she is in even more of a fragile state then you understand. See,
I am afraid that The Queen may fully take over. If that happens
English. . .”
He inches a little out of his chair
looking down at me slightly.
“it isn't your game anymore. It's
murder. This isn't wrestling to her anymore it's back in the midevil
times, when chopping you head off in front of a cheering crowd was
common practice. If Vanessa looses complete control of herself, the
least of your worries will be winning a match. She will rip you apart
in front of these people at all costs. What I am saying English is I
am a very violent man, you know this, but even I have restraint.
Vanessa she has restraint, but if The Queen feels her kingdom is
threatened she will kill you.”
I stand up out of my chair looking into
Iser's black soul, but I have five words to answer his rant.
“That's what I am counting on.”
Iser laughs in my face.
“See if that happens Iser I win. I
have corrupted another one they see as incorruptible. I show these
fans her true colors. I show Vanessa that these people will never
truly accept her deranged little mind. If she kills me, then I guess
she kills me.”
I walk over to the black cabinet and
peel the doors open. On the shelf is a quart of Gibson's Whiskey, and
a few glasses. I take out two glasses and place them on the table
behind me. Quickly I reach down in the cabinet to grab a few cubes
from a built in freezer. I toss the cubes in the glass with a clink.
“See if she kills me, then I kill V.
I destroy that part of her possibly forever. I put the power in The
Queen's hands. I know she is coming out, I know The Queen will get
involved. . . Vanessa knows now that she needs her to win.”
I fill a glass up with whiskey.
“Drink?”
I ask Iser politely.
“No.”
He answers cracking his index finger
with his thumb.
“Ah. See Iser, I think it's time you
stop worrying about old demons. . .”
I shake the booze up to him, clicking
the cubes around the glass.
“. . .and start worrying about new
ones.”
I look at him attempting to meet the
darkness of his gaze. I toss all the whiskey back in one swig and
slam the glass down on my desk hard. Iser doesn't jump back due to
the sound. He just keeps that stare not even blinking. Then, he
starts to laugh. He starts to laugh deep and loud before he gets to
his feet.
“You know I have been in the game
long enough. I was just like you once, the baddest dog in the yard. I
had a mean streak, I had that fire and intensity. The truth is there
is always another dog right around the corner, who's bigger, meaner,
stronger. . .”
Seth holds the door to my office open,
about to leave, but I get the final word.
“Is that dog smarter?”
Iser just chuckles a little bit to
himself before shutting the door behind him, leaving me alone in my
office to think of the things he told me. I pour another glass of
whiskey. I stare at the closed door before a large hand pushes it
back open. Corpse sticks his head around the door.
“Everything okay boss.”
I hold up my glass of liquid courage, I
could always add a little more of that to my arsenal.
“Just fine Corpse. Just fine.”
I toss back the whiskey in one gulp
again. Everyone seems to think I am crazy, like I have a death wish.
Everyone thinks I'm still just a rookie, who got too far too quick,
and now. . . now I'm playing with fire. Now I am bringing out a side
of Vanessa no ones has ever seen, one they are terrified of. One that
if I can bring out permanently will reshape the foundation of this
entire industry. It will over shadow all the light and triumph V has
brought into this place. It's time Iser steps aside, I'm that evil
vigilante he used to be, and I plan on serving my own form of
justice.
There is it, just out of my reach. It's
not a title belt, nah. . . not this time. It's that thing every
“wrestler” searches for his entire career. . . that brass fucking
ring. I shouldn't be so confident, in all honesty I have fallen short
when the pin fall has truly mattered. This time it's different
though. This time I changed my game, just like I did with Star. After
two years of full competition in the business, with the list of
people I have laid out before me I have one minor United States
Championship run to pat myself on the back for. This isn't IPW, this
isn't about championships. It's much bigger than that. I have this
opportunity to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am the best
wrestler in VOW. This is my chance to grab that brass ring and clutch
it before those new glimmers of hope Ziu, Ian, Keshia. . The list
goes on. If I can pin Vanessa to the mat, it will prove to those fans
once and for all that I am The Modern Day Messiah.
The thing is I have set myself up so
that a win doesn't really matter. If I leap from that ladder and that
brass ring just grazes my fingertips, well then I'm taking Vanessa to
the ground with me.
I'm the devil baby, and you already bit
the forbidden fruit.
You brought the fall.
I blow smoke rings gently towards the
camera as Corpse flicks it on. The Orphanage having a studio for me
to cut my promos is a major bonus. Not that I didn't like the
atmosphere of my run down apartment, but this projected the idea of
success. This showed that I was moving towards the cause, toward The
Revolution. The room was fairly dark, but the white chair I chose to
sit on reflects the light directly above me likely blinding my
audience slightly. I looked like that white light at the end of the
tunnel. Just like that cliche part in the movies when the main actor
dodges death and sees Jesus in front of a blinding light reaching his
hand out to guide him. I take a long haul off my cigarette, blowing
out the toxic fumes I begin to speak.
“Hello loyal VOW slaves, and welcome
to The Orphanage. Last week on Breakthrough I ripped apart another
shinning star you all thought was so destine for the top of the
mountain. Well I took the wind outta that wobbly kneed hacks sails
didn't I? This is looking like another great PPV for The Orphanage on
paper. We have Cera putting that new bubble gum bitch Keisha in her
place. We have Brett Carson proving once and for all he surpasses
VOW's golden child Stacy Jones. We also have Edward Myers ripping
apart Seifer Black limb from limb in a unsanctioned fight. Then of
course we have me, Casanova English taking on another member of this
corporate conspiracy. Now that I have pushed Rayne to the side,
beating her, and humiliating her. Now I can do the same to yet
another one of the great icons Vanessa. See Vanessa I know something
YOU DON'T KNOW!”
I flash a cocky white grin
uncharacteristic of a nicotine addict and push smoke out between my
teeth.
“I know why Ryane really stuck her
nose in our business. It's because she was terrified, not because she
wanted to help you. She was terrified that The Queen was going to
take over your mind right then and there. She was afriad weak little
V was going to give into her demons. Even your friends don't fully
accept you Vanessa. They see you as this mentally ill child they have
to walk on egg shells around, in fear that they could potentially
bring out the dark side. No Rayne's act wasn't to defend Vanessa, it
was to prevent The Queen from rearing her ugly head. Now what? Now
that she has failed it has gone so much deeper than it was truly
intended. Now there has been a war born in that squared circle, the
battle lines have been drawn, but still. . . I bet those friends,
those people you THINK have your back are still hesitate on which
side The Queen truly resides. Did no one learn anything from lets
talk day?”
“See Vanessa I have you backed into a
corner. I see the spring that has been taken out of your step, hell
you seem fearful to even mention my name. Scared that just the
mentioning of your most difficult advisory will bring out what you
know you need to defeat him. . . The Queen. I have already
decaffeinate Vanessa, now all I need to do is beat The Queen at her
own game and decapitate her. This isn't as much about me as it is
about you Vanessa. This is your journey to personal enlightenment, to
self discovery. Me, I am merely your guide to self destruction, and
self realization. It time we stop this chess game that is going on in
your head and we determine who is really entitled to that beautiful
body.”
I lick my lips slowly looking at the
camera, before taking another haul off my half smoked coffin nail.
“See this match, it matters way more
then these drones in the audience could fathom. You need The Queen to
come out, because you know you need her to beat me Vanessa. You have
to give her control of everything to put me down. You need her in
your corner if you have the slightest chance of beating me. Surely
you're not stupid enough to try and do this on your own. See Vanessa
I don't think you have been faced with having to give The Queen this
much power. You are terrified that if she comes out she will never
lock herself away again. The question is how much does this match
mean to you? You can give into The Queen and beat me, hell maybe even
kill me. That is what I am counting on in that scenario. In that
scenario you are completely exposed to the ridicule of these fans. I
plan to make you go over the top, I might wake up in a graveyard. You
will wake up in an asylum, what a poetic end to this vendetta. Your
other option isn't pretty either. You can suppress The Queen, give
her no power and try and stop me. What happens when you fail? I tear
another hole in the VOW quilt, and I am just a few threads away from
tearing it in half. What are you willing to do to stop me V? What are
you willing to give up so that I won't burn everything you love to
the ground? I have you backed into a corner like a snake, and you are
coiling. It is the most dangerous spot to have a snake, so tell me
this baby. . . are you going to release your venom?”
I spin the cigarette around in my
fingers taking the last small puff before smacking it headfirst into
the ground below me.
“See you're on a high since I broke
you in, since I started toying with The Queen. You even beat Seth
Iser at Darkest Hour. Then he dropped you on your little head with
black magic, jarring that noggin' just a little bit more for good old
Casanova. Breaking those barrier in your mind that refuse to allow
The Queen to come out. Vanessa I will help you find out who you
really are. Last time we went one on one I brought out The Queen with
more fury than ever before. I helped you find your hidden asset, your
hidden power. That was phase one in your enlightenment, and I must
admit I didn't think that you had it in you. So now we must complete
what we started, we must find your enlightenment. I will destroy that
body that holds both The Queen and Vanessa, I will break down
everything we have built these past few weeks. You will find
enlightenment. Some find it at the bottom of a bottle, end of a
needle. You. . . you will find it in a pool of blood, or. . . a
padded room. Then when it's all stripped away, when it's all exposed
the world and you yourself will see who you really are.”
I lean back in the chair and sigh
loudly. I roll my head side to side cracking my neck slowly.
“Then again it might be true what
they all say. I might be walking to my own death. I might be playing
with something I have no idea about. I may in fact be torn apart by
The Queen for Vanessa's sins. Maybe this time the villain plays the
victim. It'd be fitting. . . being nailed to the cross out there at
Double Jeopardy That's the price I am willing to pay for The
Revolution.
“I am
The Modern Day Messiah”
Corpse snaps the camera off abruptly. I
stand up slowly looking around the room. Corpse holds the door open
for me expecting me to exit behind him, but I wave him through. I sit
back down in the white chair. This is my chance to be king, to defeat
The Queen. Reality sets in.
This is the biggest match of my life.