PrologueTommy Crimson has always been a bit of an occult archaeologist. On occasion, The Fury searches out the most evil relics on planet Earth. He has located many of these relics while touring the globe to wrestle. Louisiana is one place that he has been many times to search for such things. Crimson believes the most coveted relic in all of Louisiana Voodoo is located not fifty miles from where he will face Caleb Storms on Climax Control.
The relic itself is even a mystery. The myth surrounding it, claims it was a voodoo king trophy of sorts. These voodoo kings came from different tribes of enslaved african americans. Voodoo cults would call themselves tribes and even practice magic late at night after working fields for slave owners in Louisiana.
When they were given their freedom, these Voodoo kings got together to battle for ultimate supremacy. They all came together from twenty different tribes to construct the trophy. Voodoo priestesses to this day claim, these men constructed a ring with an eye.
The all seeing eye.The eye was taken from the wisest of all the voodoo kings then added to this ring. The piece of jewelry is reported to be the most powerful voodoo relic ever constructed. The ring that surrounds the eye was created using bone from the strongest of all the voodoo kings. They then soaked it in large cup of blood from each man for six hundred and sixty six days.
Legend then says, the voodoo kings would battle on the hottest night in July each summer to see who the ring holder would be for the following year. A voodoo “championship” of sorts.
The ring holder would have unexplainable abilities. Louisiana folklore claims the holder of the coveted ring could cause floods and curse at will with a simple finger point. The ring was believed to be lost in a flood by the holders own doing. Other legends tell of it being in the most evil place in all of Louisiana. Lost to time?
Detroit, MI(The Strathmore)
6/6/1992
3:30 P.M.The following is a reenactment of as compiled from eyewitness testimony along with police files about the incident. The shot opens with with a glitching Fury Studios logo. The frightened scream of Patricia Arquette from nightmare on elm street three follows. A shot of The Strathmore low income housing glitches to life across the screen circa 1992. The overhead shot shows the poverty stricken area in all its glory.
The houses are lined up and small. Very few look even decent as the shot follows along the houses in a slow crawl. Credits scroll across in a blood splatter. The camera suddenly stops in front of the house marked, “332”. This house belongs to Vilola Masterson. A feisty bitch, that raises children from the state in order to get a check.
This woman nearly lost her ability to adopt after nearly killing a young black child in a racist fueled rage. Children without homes at such a substantial number has left her with the ability to continue to adopt the most problematic children. The state has given her one that they have given up on in all capacities. The shot flies through an open window moving the curtains with a slight breeze.
The fifty eight year old woman sits in a recliner watching Detroit local television. She has eaten up all the food stamps already, being a larger woman. The money sent by the state on the first is now all but gone leaving her in real agnst.
In a locked room upstairs, sits a young boy all by himself. The bright red hair indicates this is an eight year old, Tommy Crimson. The most problematic orphan in all of Michigan holds a Slayer record in his hands. He sits directly in front of a dusty old record player. The broken volume knob almost ensures that the evil bitch stewing below will hear, but he carefully sits the scratched up record onto the player. Tommy carefully lines up the needle to play his only possession.
Slayer fills the room with heavy guitars and drumming that alerts Viola below immediately. The shot cuts back downstairs to show her rise off the recliner in slow motion. She grabs a belt that is hanging on a door handle like she’s done this many times. Masterson then charges up the stairs while holding the belt that has a thick buckle that reads, “GOD”. The belt belonged to her husband, who the neighbors claims she poisoned for twenty years until he finally passed. She gets to the second floor of the cheaply constructed home to face the door where the music originates.
She takes a breath after such a quick trip up the stairs then the heavy woman kicks the door open. “War Ensemble” from the Seasons in the Abyss continues to blare as Crimson swings around to face the charging Viola! She begins swinging the belt before she even reaches young Tommy. He tries to cover up but she catches him right across the back with the heavy belt buckle. She begins to beat the eight year old without mercy with the Slayer song playing for background. The shot shows the viciousness of the woman and the joy she derives from torching this young boy.
Viola kicks the record player which only causes the needle to slide to the next track, “Blood Red”. Tommy tries to crawl away by she then loops the belt around his neck to hold him place while simultaneously choking him. Crimson has no choice but to halt his forward progress completely.
Viola holds him in place while catching her breath. The nearly three hundred pound woman uses this child to further glutton herself yet takes all her rage out on young Tommy. After she recovers she releases Tommy, who then falls to the floor while still clutching at his neck.
Masterson then begins to beat him across the back by swinging the belt wildly. Crimson has “GOD” bruises all over him at this point but she does not relent. The violent nature of the scene blurs a bit to show Tommy’s personal respective during the beating.
Suddenly he takes off crawling fast! She chases after him as he ducks into the hallway then staggers up to his feet. He tries to escape down the stairs but Viola catches him! She shoves him as soon as she reaches Crimson! Tommy bounces off the wall then down the stairs! The violent fall seems to last forever as he hits the wall then railing all the way down. Masterson lets out a huge laugh after Crimson hits the wood floor below at the bottom of the steep unforgiving staircase.
She walks down the stairs slowly while young Tommy tries to pull himself toward the front door but so slow, Viola takes her time down the stairs.
“Metal is the devil’s music. You are a devil child. I will beat that demon out of you or kill you one.” Viola threatens as she methodically struts down the stairs apparently proud of her blatant child abuse.
She catches young Tommy at the bottom of the stairs then drags him by his bright hair toward another door. Viola has no resistance after the beating Crimson just took at her hands. The large middle aged woman then opens the door to the basement.
“You stay down there until Social Services come next month. If you aren’t healed then you may be found in Lake Erie after I say a minority kidnapped you. Ha.” Masterson threatens with a joke then kicks Tommy down the basement stairs!
Crimson hits the cold concrete basement floor in a pile! He shakes from the lingering effects of being tossed down two sets of stairs after a brutal beatdown. This woman uses him to further make herself a fat lady. The only workout she ever gets of any kind is when she beats him like this. Now she’s back to eat the only remaining food that the state gave her for Crimson.
Tommy is covered completely in bruises. He knew this would happen when he placed that record on that player but still did it. He loves metal music and would die to hear his favorite band one more time in this hell hole. Both of Crimson’s eyes are black now also. He opens them suddenly then drags himself over to the center of the basement near a large bookcase. Light shines through a broken window that only has bars covering it now. The fading evening sun means he will only have light for a short while. Crimson’s hand shakes as he reaches out toward the bookcase.
In the early eighties, Viola took care of an african american child from Baton Rouge that’s parents died while visiting family in Detroit. The child practiced voodoo and claimed his father was a great voodoo king “champion” in Louisiana. Viola placed items she labeled as bad in the basement. Crimson can hear her upstairs destroying the record player. He adjusts his eyes to see one of the boys books left here. “Voodoo Curses” is written across the front of the solid black book.
Tommy reaches out and takes hold of the book suddenly. He then clutches it close while in the fetal position on the unforgiving concrete floor.
The shot switches from inside the basement to show the sun set then fast forwards to when the sun rises the next morning. The seventh of June, a day Tommy Crimson would never forget. The sun rises to wake Crimson back inside the basement after the time lapse. He opens the book he’s clutched tight all night. He begins to read the book which sparks his interest in the occult and especially the dark art of voodoo.
The book explains in graphic detail many voodoo curses and how to pull them off. The one on dolls peaks Crimson’s interest the most. The intelligent young boy believes he can pull this one off fairly easy with no culpability whatsoever.
Tommy reads this portion until the creaking noise of the basement door alerts him of Viola.
“You can come out.” Viola mutters down the staircase.
Crimson realizes she’s taken her vicodin and will be tolerable until he can possibly pull this off. He carefully places the book back exactly where it was then applies dust that he finds underneath the large bookcase as to not raise any suspicion.
Viola leaves the doorway then walks back to her recliner in the living room. Crimson staggers up the staircase and into the main portion of the house in a hurry. Masterson pays him little mind as he sneaks into her bathroom. Tommy takes hold of Viola’s hairbrush then begins to pluck out hair while watching the hallway for any sign of her.
Tommy then puts the brush back exactly where it was before staggering back down the hallway and on down to the basement once more.
Crimson carefully tears a piece of a skirt sitting on the dryer for a piece of clothing from the intended target. He then uses the hair of Viola to “bind”. These taglocks are what links the doll to the intended “victim”. Tommy constructs the doll by shaping the cloth with the actual hair until it resembles a human. He uses a rubber band from his own hair to add hair to the doll. Crimson then retrieves a red piece of chalk to draw a pentagram on the cold concrete floor of his personal hell.
Tommy then yanks out a large piece of his bright crimson colored hair. The camera pans closer to watch as he weaves his own hair into a braid to lock the doll up! This essentially “traps” the doll. Crimson then cuts his finger with a sharp piece of busted tile he locates underneath the bookcase. He smears his blood on the hair to further trap the doll under his complete control. He carefully and gently places the doll in the center of the pentagram that he drew on the floor moments earlier.
The pentagram appears to light up momentarily. Tommy nods after seeing this. He then takes up the doll and turns his rage to the monster upstairs. An evil look crosses the face of the young boy as he walks up the stairs, feeling like he has complete power over his abuser now. Viola hears him coming up the stairs.
Crimson gets back to the inside of the house to stand in the hallway. He peers over into the kitchen looking for something to stab the doll with. No knives are out because he’s already pulled three on Viola before. She’s hid any and all weapons in the home from Crimson.
“You need to mow! It’s a hundred degrees out and I refuse to go outside!” Viola screams at her meal ticket from inside the living room.
Crimson looks back into the kitchen and out the open window to see the bright red push mower sitting. A grin crosses his face after he replies, “Sure thing!”
Young Tommy then walks out the backdoor and out into the backyard. The camera shot follows him as he makes his way toward the older lawnmower. Crimson carefully sits down the doll in the center of the small yard before he approaches the mower. He reaches down and pulls the string. The mower does not start. Crimson then yanks it again and again. The young child has a difficult time starting it up. Finally, he powers it to life with a sixth pull! Tommy then positions himself directly behind the mower in order to propel it forward. He can’t see over the handle bar but pushes it slowly toward the doll in the center of the yard.
“Fuck you.” Crimson whispers as he pushes with all his might!
The mower lunges forward at the doll in almost slow motion. Out in front of the house a large mower comes down the street hooked up behind a small tractor. They mow the streets still in 1993 with large mowers. Suddenly back inside the house, Viola rises to her feet then walks toward the front door as if in some sort of daze. She opens it quickly then bounces down the three concrete steps and on out into the yard. The mower comes fast and the operator watches behind him to keep his lines straight and doesn’t see Viola dive under the front of the tractor!
This happens just as Crimson runs over the doll in the backyard with the mower. The doll is shredded completely and spouted out in every direction in small pieces. The mower in the front of the house lifts up off the ground after completely running over the large middle aged woman! She is cut into pieces that are then shot all over the street in a bloody mess. The operator kills the tractor then screams like a woman in response to what he’s just witnessed. Tommy can hear it even over the mower he holds onto. A sly grin crosses his face while sirens alert in the distance.
The shot lifts up to show the overhead view of the unfolding scene. Blood floods the street from underneath the green tractor and large mower attached to the back of it while Crimson hits both knees with complete relief. The police arrive as the lights wash over the side of the cheap houses lined up down the street in a row.
Two officers walk around the house to find young Tommy. They can see how he’s been beaten recently almost immediately. The large “GOD” bruises cover him while detectives arrive to declare the scene out front a suicide. The man mowing would kill himself four days later as well. The doll claimed two victims for the price of one. Crimson would be shipped back to the Michigan boys home after this. The hardened woman’s reputation of getting any kid straight died with Tommy Crimson and led further adoptions to be few and far between. A cross glitches across the dramatized event from Tommy’s history before the feed dies out completely.
(Present Day)
Baton Rouge, LA(French Road)
6/27/2018
9:12 p.m.
The screen glitches back to life to show East Baton Rouge. An overhead shot from a Fury Studios drone, shows the entire area of French Road. An infamous road in Baton Rouge with many stories. Legend says that many civil war battles took place in the vicinity and that a devil worshipping cult once used these woods to prey on victims for ritualistic sacrifices.
These legends are unfounded but a car crawls up the road as the sun fades in the background. The overhead shows the train tracks that go over the road. Many locals claim many have found their ends hung up from this overhead train bridge. The car is solid black fifties cadillac. The antique vehicle creeps up the road slowly.
Camera’s on both sides of the road take over suddenly to reveal the car to be Tommy Crimson’s infamous ride. The shot takes over as the car suddenly dies out as it reaches the overhead train bridge. The engine dies then is cranked from the inside over and over. No luck.
The driver side door opens then does the passenger side. Crimson gets out of the driver side while Belladonna Gray exits the passenger side of the vehicle. The car lights remain on but Tommy leaves it sitting to meet Gray directly in front of it.
“This place is evil. It just killed Betty.” Belladonna points out as soon as she rounds the edge of the old car.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Crimson asks in earnest.
Belladonna walks away from the front of vehicle then uses it headlights to see out in front of herself. She goes underneath the bridge but can feel many different sensations all around. She gets the other side then walks off the blacktop onto the side of the road where the grass is.
Gray carefully digs up some dirt then holds it in her hands. She can see its history in her head. The bloody history of this place causes her to wince slightly while Tommy watches on just behind her.
“This is the place. Voodoo Kings battled here long before men wearing different shades shot at one another. Brother verses brother was long.” Belladonna exclaims in a whisper.
The two then begin to walk along the road until it turns to gravel. The crunching rocks beneath their feet would alert anyone nearby but they do not care. Two other drones soon join the one already in the air. They attempt to follow overhead but suddenly all three cut out! They begin to head toward the earth now out of control of Crimson’s Nerd Squad. The large gas powered drones all three crash behind Crimson and Belladonna, who are being filmed now from the front to show the grand explosion.
“Fuck!” Crimson yells after realizing his expensive equipment fell out of the air.
“I told you. This place doesn’t us here. We are no welcome.” Belladonna warns.
They continue down the road that now doubles as a place for hikers, looking to escape the city life of Baton Rouge. No hikers this night or most nights in fact. The entire area raises goosebumps from the evil that’s taken place here in legend and often times reality.
Around two thousand feet ahead, Two individuals leap a fence. One tears what appears to be part of her dress then curses because of it.
“Damn it!” The soft voice calls out in the dark.
A zippo lights up suddenly to reveal a seventeen year old male wearing a Slayer t-shirt. He has a chain wallet and a spiked hair cut to show the world how metal he is. The female wears a tube top with an obvious botched boob job on full display in the form of low cut cleavage. The female raises up to be revealed in the light of the zippo, to actually be a transgender female.
“Where are we going!?” The transvestite calls out.
“We are going to fuck in this haunted house. I want to put it on snapchat so they all can see how metal I am.” The young man replies with complete honesty.
The transvestite looks confused by this. He paid her in full already though. They parked on the backside of the property to sneak up to a house in the area that's supposed to be completely haunted. Most locals are too scared to even speak of it. Chad Bailey doesn’t scare easy nor does his date, Jezebel.
Jezebel was born a male but is slowly transitioning and using prostitution to pay for that. She’s thirty six years old and aging more and more every day. She needs this money to pay for more surgeries.
They find the house in a small field. The grass is high but the old home stands tall in the middle of the field. The two approach the house with caution when they hear a huge bang down the road somewhere.
“Car backfiring. Happens all the time.” Chad lies.
The reality was it was the echo from the drones hitting the ground at a high rate of speed. The two sneak into the house to do the deed while the shot from the woods suddenly cuts back down the road to a walking Belladonna and Tommy.
They continue to walk toward the house unaware of the two that just entered.
“We are getting close. I can feel the evil almost pulling me to it.” Belladonna reveals.
“Do you think it’s here? I’ve searched for this thing for fifteen years all over this state. I’ve never even got close.” Crimson responds with a revelation of his own.
“Slave owners built a house back here in the mid nineteenth century. They built it here after learning it was the actual location where Voodoo Kings battled it out over the ring.” Gray explains in detail.
“The house remains but the ring never left the pit. It is underneath the house in the dirt. I just felt its presence back there when I held the soil in my hand. It has dirtied the soul with a lingering black magic that I can feel in my bones. Yes… It is here.” Belladonna continues.
The small pins that Crimson wears on his infamous jacket and belladonna on her dress strap are actually cameras. The other cameras that attempt to film begin to go down. Whatever lingers here does not like its picture being taken in any capacity. The camera feed gets picked up from the POV cameras on Crimson and Gray as they approach the old house.
“It’s there. Those idiot slave owners never thought to dig and rather built over it than actually locate the ring.” Gray explains further.
The two approach the house carefully. Even Tommy can feel the evil that surrounds this place. The aura can be picked up on by anyone who’s paying attention. Belladonna and Crimson walk up on the porch leading the boards creak. The door is standing wide open so the pair walks on in.
Belladonna stands alongside Tommy as they scan the inside of the dark house.
“The cellar.” Belladonna exclaims while pointing at a door to the left side of the room. The solid white door stands out in the old broken down house built long ago.
Tommy looks over to see the door. He looks up briefly however, before he approaches with complete caution. Half the roof overhead is missing from years of weather abuse. The boards beneath their feet creak as both make their way to the door that leads to the cellar.
Crimson pushes the door open then slowly makes his way the staircase. He nearly falls but catches himself on the narrow walls with both hands. He misses another broken step before hitting the dirt floor. Tommy turns around to reach up and help his manager down. They turn to see a phone sitting on the floor facing out camera first.
The phone is filming a sex tape in real time. Out from the cell phone are Chad Bailey and his date, Jezebel. Bailey has the transgender female bent over making love to her anus while reaching around to help “stimulate”.
“I’m so metal! Fucking a tranny in a haunted house! SO METAL!” Chad calls out while Gray and Tommy look on.
Jezebel takes what he’s dishing out in stride. She needs the money but Crimson and Gray almost don’t even acknowledge the strange unfolding scene before them.
“It’s here somewhere, Fury.” Belladonna exclaims at Crimson.
This causes Chad Bailey to immediately stop having unprotected sex with Jezebel. He pulls out as the transgendered female turns to see Crimson’s face through a window at the bottom of the house that moonlight shines through! She jumps up then runs off screaming up the staircase. The tranny falls on her face then gets herself together on the stairs briefly before continuing to run out of the haunted house completely scared of The Fury.
“Must be the jacket.” Crimson says to Belladonna in confidence.
“Must be.” She replies with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“Wha.. What are you two doing here!?” Chad calls out while pulling his jeans up by his wallet chain.
“Don’t worry about it. You should wear a condom more.” Crimson exclaims at the young man from across the cellar.
Belladonna holds her hands out to attempt to see where the relic is. She can see something leading her to shut her eyes tight to use her mind to draw it out more clear.
“I can see it.” Gray reveals.
“Where?” Tommy asks from behind her softly.
“A soul must be tortured for it to reveal its location to us if we are deemed worthy.” Belladonna explains what she can “feel”.
She opens her eyes then turns as does Tommy toward Chad Bailey. They both lock their gaze upon him and realize he will have to do.
“N-o. NO!” Bailey screams at them in response.
“You have no choice in the matter, dear.” Belladonna responds with a soft tone.
Crimson looks around and notices a chair sitting in the corner of the cellar. He picks it up the drags it slowly over to the center of the room. The wooden legs leave two drag marks in the dirt before he sits it back down on all four legs.
Chad attempts to leave but Belladonna cuts him off which allows Crimson to catch him. He slings him down into the chair while Gray ties up the young man. This leads Chad to urinate in his skinny jeans while she binds him to the chair rendering him unable to move a muscle. Crimson reaches inside his infamous ring jacket leading sheer terror to consume Chad’s face completely.
Tommy removes an ipod with two wireless buds.
“We have to torture you to find what we came for.” Tommy explains before putting the ear buds in each of Bailey’s ears with force. The young man tries to fend them off with no success.
Tommy then stands back while still holding the ipod. He searches through the largest catalogue of music known to man before finding the artist he’s looking for. “Mumford & Sons”, comes up on the screen and he clicks shuffle to play the bands music for the metal hand now tied to a chair. The music floods the young man’s ear and he almost immediately begins to panic.
The Fury then pumps up the volume leading Chad to writhe in the chair as if he is in real pain. Listening to this kind of music for someone so into rock and roll is a form of torture Crimson realizes. Suddenly a light red pentagram lights up underneath the chair legs of Chad’s seat. Tommy flips the chair back sending Bailey to the ground backwards with real force! He then begins to dig with his hands at the spot where the pentagram lit to life.
“It’s there. I can feel it” Gray responds while Chad screams from the music being forced into his ears.
“What did you play for him?” Gray asks from behind Tommy.
“Mumford and Sons.” Crimson answers her immediately.
“Ouch. Now that’s real torture.” Gray jokes while Tommy continues to dig with both hands while sitting on both knees.
Crimson finds something in the dirt that feels round. He brings it up out of the soil to examine it in the moonlight.
“You’ve found it.” Gray exclaims with a bit of shock in her tone.
Tommy holds it up to reveal the ring he has searched so long for. The eye appears to move inside of it slightly. Crimson holds it up slowly with his left hand. He then holds up his right hand alongside it while holding the ring out. Crimson slips his right index finger inside the ring then works it down until it reaches his knuckle flush.
“Now you can see as I can. Foresight will show you what’s to come and you can act accordingly to change anything now. The world is yours to own now, Tommy. Do you feel the power inside of you?” Belladonna asks Crimson amongst screams of terror from Chad, who is still tied to the chair on his back now.
Crimson closes his eyes and can feel the difference the ring has made upon him already. He feels more wise than ever before.
“I can but I do not see anything.” Crimson responds.
“You must wear the ring as you are then hold the eye up against your forehead. Then you will see the future of the wearer of the ring.” Gray explains before reaching up to take hold of Tommy’s right hand.
Belladonna then positions the ring directly at the center of her own forehead. She then lunges forward slightly to touch the eye of the ring flush to her skin. A shock consumes her as she can see Tommy’s future scroll through her mind. She pulls away suddenly with a sly grin creeping across her face.
“What?” Tommy asks with real curiosity.
Belladonna looks up at him then releases his right hand completely. She bites her bottom lip a tad before responding.
“I saw it.” Gray whispers in the dark up at Crimson.
Tommy then holds his right hand out from his face and looks at the ring. The eye appears to move but always recenters. Crimson moves his hand closer to his face wanting to see his own future. A bit of fear consumes him. What if he sees failure and not success? Tommy then peers down at Belladonna’s grin and realizes it must be at the very least decent. Crimson slowly presses the eye into his own forehead then jolts from the information that fills his brain.
Belladonna watches on with anticipation. So many unanswered questions that Crimson has will be answered in this moment of pure clarity.
Crimson falls back flat on his butt then looks up at Belladonna, eye level.
“I can’t believe it.” Tommy mutters in the dark.
Crimson rises to his feet as his shoulders ease as pure confidence oozes from The Fury. The ring told him everything and now he knows his true place in the universe.
“I know my purpose.” The Fury exclaims then turns to walk out of the cellar.
Belladonna follows close behind while Chad continues to scream while still listening to Mumford and Sons in a form of torture with no real end.
Crimson reaches the living room of the house which conjures feelings of deja vu for him from when he was eight years old. He brushes off the moment of weakness to charge at the front door.
“Voodoo” by Godsmack begins to play over the shot as Tommy’s POV camera shows him leaving the house. He walks out onto the porch and now the cameras mysteriously work. They gradually all begin to pick the feed back up. The moonlight pours down over the creepy area that suddenly doesn’t feel as frightening with the ring now removed from the dirt.
Tommy walks down the porch steps in almost strut as the earpiece in his ear tells him the promotional video can be shot right now with the cameras back online.
“Feed me to the world.” Tommy whispers back after stepping off the last step of the broken down porch.
Tommy then walks out into the field. The ring glows green around the eye on his hand. The moonlight washes over The Fury as he almost glides in the field. Screams from the metal head in the basement can still be heard even with Godsmack playing. The music begins to die out as Tommy faces the cameras in the woods filming.
“It appears… I have found myself up against a so called “metal head”. A young man that rebelled with music rather than actual action in his youth. I use to get beat with a belt just to hear the opening to a Slayer album while you shop at the same place Dmitri does for clothes like a poser? Please. What a bunch of fucking losers.” Tommy laughs after mocking his next opponent directly.
Belladonna grabs a canister from underneath the porch then begins to the pour liquid out around The Fury in a wide circle. She circles him while he continues.
“I do not respect you, Caleb. Why should I? What have you done to earn my respect?” Tommy asks the cameras in the distance as they begin to pan closer.
“You do not belong in a match with me. I saw you cry about it already on twitter. SCW talent now acts like facing me is some sort of punishment. What a compliment. What a bunch of pussies.” Tommy exclaims wildly.
The ring continues to glow while Crimson walks through the field and back onto the path that he and Belladonna entered from.
Thunder rolls overhead as dark clouds gather but no rain.
“You were bullied in school and listened to metal to set yourself apart while I on the other hand just love the soundtrack to violence. Slayer takes me back to a place where you could never survive, Storms. A place where I was beaten relentlessly and forged into the monster before you today. You should be scared, motherfucker.” The Fury spews while continuing down the dark path where many soldiers died in the Civil War.
Tommy can feel these men still here. They linger unable to rest after such violent deaths. The ring has his perception peaking like never before.
“This is no punishment for you from the bosses but rather for me. I seek real competition yet I get the male version of Jessie Salco instead. It’s fucking insulting. You should never share a ring with the likes of me and you know it as does the entire promotion. Everyone will have popcorn ready when they ring that bell for our match. Do you know why, Storms? Well.. Do Ya?!” So they can see me destroy you in person. That’s why. Crimson answers his own question as he halts his progress. Belladonna runs out of the liquid just behind Tommy.
She then strikes a match with a crooked smile across her face.
Gray drops the match onto the ground which is immediately ignited. The fire runs up the path then lights up the entire field where Crimson just was. A pentagram made of fire lights up the night. The Fury struts back up the hill to see what his manager has done. He walks through the fire until he reaches the center of the pentagram. Belladonna dances around the flames while Tommy continues. The cameras all lock in on him.
“You are weak, Caleb. Poor constructed and already stale. I’m in the middle of the card because I am facing you. You are so weak you literally dragged me down the card for this match. I couldn’t be more fuckin’ angry.” Crimson reveals.
“Look what I did to Equinox, who could beat you. Dmitri has never been the same since I beat him weeks ago. Ryans is still recovering if you ask me… All three of those men would smash you in any kind of a match. You are a nobody going fuckin’ nowhere fast. I find you utterly boring and unworthy of my full attention but my focus stays true.” Tommy continues to run down his opponent while be surrounded by a pentagram of fire.
“Caleb… do you honestly believe you belong in a ring with me? I mean… Really? What kind of delusion do you have swirling around in that brain of yours? You aren’t a good wrestler. Caleb Storms won’t draw a soul to any place for any amount of time for any reason. You are useless in my professional opinion.” The Fury unleashes on Storms without an ounce of remorse.
Embers fly up off the burning field as Chad Bailey runs past after escaping the cellar. Crimson doesn’t even look at the sprinting young man. He focuses on the camera to continue whittling down Storms until nothing remains but a scared emo brat.
“What kind of man do you think I am, Storms? There is no Tommy Crimson in Honor and that's why someone as weak as you can compete there. Yeah, I just said that.” Tommy smiles briefly after the comment before he continues.
“There’s nothing more “metal” than Tommy Crimson. You can say whatever you want in a bar or any other lame same old same old locale, but it won’t change the fact that you don’t belong on this level. You are getting ahead of yourself and that gets people hurt all the time. You are no different than any of the rest I have left for dead in that ring. I’m bout to personally pump your proverbial brakes, kid.” Crimson exclaims as the fire all around begins to burn itself out.
Smoke fills the air and engulfs The Fury completely. The smoke glows green then parts suddenly as Crimson bursts through it.
“So now you know how I feel, Storms. A dumb little shit that will get beat the fuck up come sunday night. There is no doubt in my mind you will have a weak showing against a top guy like myself. You belong in the middle somewhere while sharks like I patrol the top of the card. Don’t worry though, I will adjust your perspective accordingly. I mop the floor with bitches like you, week in and week out. Caleb, you do not deserve a rematch for my old title belt either. By simply holding it at all, you’ve weakened it’s prestige substantially.” The Fury cuts deep with truth.
Tommy stands in the field to continue to address Caleb Storms directly.
“You are special in one regard, perhaps. You will be my tenth win in Sin City Wrestling. I will stand at ten wins with two losses and a single draw. Putting a three in that loss column could change your entire career but we both know better… Don’t we? You just don’t have what it takes to pull off such a feat. How could a little punk ass motherfucker like you ever hope to beat one of the greatest to ever live? You can’t. Rhetorical question, Fuck-Head.” Tommy screams out like a wild man into the darkness and smoke.
“I will beat you just like I will Drake Green when the time comes. He’s a hall of famer that I fear no more than I do you, Caleb. That’s what it feels like to be this fuckin’ great. I don’t have to worry about upcoming matches because I am so secure with my own ability that fear is an abstract thought that I take no part in. I didn’t need a ring that can see into the future to know your fate… Oh, no… I knew before I got here that I would fuck you up. It’s a fuckin’ foregone conclusion already.” The Fury continues to lay into his next opponent.
The ring on Crimson’s finger continues to glow green. The Fury and Belladonna Gray walk side by side down the path. The screams of the frightened metal head have no faded out in the forest. Smoke has consumed the area but now begins to lift up into the air. Belladonna and Crimson come up on the pavement again and continue to walk while cameras and men holding them film along the tree line on either side of the road.
“This will be final relic search. I found the all seeing ring that voodoo kings fought for. This is a championship that will have one final champion... Me, The Fury. I found this after searching half my life for it. It will bring me my tenth win and further legitimize my name in Sin City Wrestling. Ten wins could mean another shot at the top champion down the line. Who knows? Oh, that’s right. I do.” Crimson further taunts by holding the ring up to remind he’s seen his future in real time.
Belladonna and Crimson reach the overhead train bridge where Tommy’s car died before. It still sits where it did before untouched. They walk underneath the small bridge and Tommy looks up and a grin crosses his face.
“Many men and even women found their end here. Hung in the dead of night then left for all to see the next day. I can still smell the scent of death here. It lingers on.” Crimson exclaims in a creepy low tone.
Tommy turns as they reach the car. He faces the cameras one final time. They all pan close to catch the final words of The Fury.
“Caleb… I hope you show up because I want to change you. I want you to remember me forever because I will you. You will be simply known as number ten. My tenth win which will be an easy one because my opponent was outgunned, outmatched, and delusional as fuck. That’s you in a nutshell and I can’t wait to see those eyes widen when we are out there deep in the “shit”. That moment… you realize the true difference between the two of us. The moment you begin to question every decision you’ve ever made, Storms. The biggest mistake you will ever make is to step in a ring with a man like me, who murder’s all that’s good or “uncreative”… Like you.” The Fury finishes with wild eyes before getting back into his car.
Belladonna joins him from the passenger side and the car starts right up this time. Crimson carefully backs up his antique car then pulls down the road that leads back to Baton Rouge. The shot begins to glitch then dies out slowly as “Voodoo” by Godsmack once again begins to play. An inverted cross glitches across the screen before the feed dies out completely.
