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Title: The Missing Piece
Post by: Crimson on November 24, 2017, 10:23:41 PM
 â€œThe holidays approach but Tommy Crimson doesn’t celebrate a holiday that led to native american genocide. So remember that when you stuff your faces full of shit that was bought with a food stamp card. That self righteousness you feel doesn’t make you right either, idiots. That privilege you use to throw around, at one time, had real weight behind it. Wipe your tears with those confederate flags because you were molested into hate for generations. Mock the poor with gluttony on thursday only to purge on black friday. Fucking Hypocrites.”- Crimson on Thanksgiving in the South, 2007.



Prologue



Crimson has defeated the greatest Roulette Champion that has ever lived. Yet his focus never waivers from the task at hand. From the moment he got into the spotlight he has shined. He was not always this polished by no means. Crimson lived with his grandmother for a brief time. She lived in the hills of Georgia. One of Tommy’s friends who had parents doing well in life allowed him to use their camera one day. Crimson was already holding small wrestling shows in his grandmother’s backyard.

This fateful day would thrust him to heights he never could have imagined. “Freddy” was Tommy’s closest friend in all of the peach state. He points a camera up at Tommy who is wearing a heavy sweater. “Jonesy”, another friend, stood by the edge of the house looking up holding a fire extinguisher. Both boys on the ground look up at Tommy, who is standing on top of the two story house.  A fourth friend, “Alan”, lays flat on his back and still as possible on the center of a large trampoline. Crimson slips on a fire retardant hood he stole from a local drag racer. Jonesy and Freddy both cross their fingers while Alan prays to not die.

Tommy lights a match. He looks down at the long drop then takes a large deep breath. He then leaps off the top of the house! The fall lasts forever seems like as gravity draws him to the earth leading the flames to burn brighter. Freddy films close with the camera as Crimson hits a senton bomb on his friend, careful to land just so as to not hurt Alan whatsoever.

Jonesy rushes in after Tommy bounces off the trampoline. He sprays Crimson to put out the fire. Tommy slides the hood off his head, still smoking. He looks around to see the faces of all his friends. They are all wide eyed and mouths gaped wide open. Tommy looks at the camera and mutters, “Told you I could do it, No problem.”

He walks off but the tape was uploaded to the internet. The dialup connection took days for it to upload to the angelfire website the boys used to show off their wrestling. Once loaded it would go viral even getting the attention of Johnny Knoxville. Tommy would work on Jackass as he continued to work the indy circuit throughout Georgia.  

Tommy was thrown out of his grandmother's house due to the news coverage of his daring maneuver. Crimson got a cardboard full of his mother’s things to take off to California. Tommy never has opened the box to see what is inside.

Now back living in California in Malibu at a new compound. Crimson receives a call on November 19th, 2017 that would change his life forever. His “Godfather” has passed away and his last request was that Tommy preach his funeral. This shocks Crimson because he doesn’t understand where this man he doesn’t know has got the idea he preaches. Tommy decides to travel to Bakersfield, CA after Climax Control 196. Tommy never got the man’s name from the person who called only a time and date. Three thirty on Monday in Bakersfield. Tommy remembers the side of the cardboard box read, “Godfather”, after receiving the call. He walks into his walk in closet and retrieves the cardboard box. Sure enough, “Godfather” is inscribed on the side in sharpie.

Tommy carefully opened the box and found many letters inside. All are dated up until the time his mother was killed by his deranged sociopath father. Photo’s of his mother cover the bottom of the box underneath the letter. One is dated, 1969, and reads “Godfather” on the back. Tommy looks at the photo and realizes it’s of his young mother and a man. Crimson drops the photo when he realizes who it is. Charlie Manson.

Tommy realizes this could be bad news for him. This could be the most controversial thing he’s ever done. Could he let the world in on this secret? Tommy continues to search through the box and realizes the young woman in the photo is his mother. Just a child but he also recognizes his grandmother. Most of the photos are from 1967 and 1969 and from what Tommy can tell, his grandmother and mother were apart of the Manson family. From the letters in the box he realizes his mother and Charlie were correspondents. Through the mail, Charlie became Tommy’s Godfather from what he can get from all the evidence in the box.

Now this man from his grandmother and mother’s past has come back in. The only request he made was that Tommy “preach” at his funeral. Tommy realizes there’s more to all of this and decides to travel to Bakersfield for sure.

Charlie was taken from Corcoran Prison to the hospital in Bakersfield after becoming ill on November 12th. He began to fade after taken to the hospital but lasted seven days. On Sunday, November nineteenth, he passed away of natural causes at 8:13 p.m.

The world mourned the loss of Manson while Tommy was filming for Climax Control 196. Crimson didn’t even notice he had passed away until he received the call. Strict instructions for what to do with Charlie after his death were left.  



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Bakersfield, CA
11/20/2017
Kern County Morgue
4:43 p.m.




The county morgue sits on on Flower Street. People in the streets are all talking about the devil being housed inside. “They should burn him”, one church lady proclaims while passing through the wide camera shot of the morgue.

An antique cadillac pulls up directly in front of the morgue. The slow motion shot shows off the blacked out classic car in all it’s glory. The car pulls up to the curb then stops. The driver inside carefully parallel parks the large vehicle. People drive by on Flower Street all looking on at the creepy car sitting so close to the city morgue. The driver door opens and out steps a driver wearing a rubber pig mask. This causes the looks to increase three fold. The driver rounds the large vehicle, abruptly stopping at the passenger side back door. He swings the suicide door open and a converse hits the ground flush, then the other. Tommy Crimson stands up wearing a solid black suit with converses to match.

He presses his jacket down against his chest then tucks his tie as he walks around the cadillac. Tommy notices the morgue has a cheesy neon sign. He laughs to mock these people’s cheap outlook on death then walks up to the front doors. Crimson shoves one open then enters the morgue. Now people in the street have stopped progress to watch what is unfolding. News outlets have already been notified that Tommy Crimson is in the same building as Charlie Manson’s corpse.

Crimson enters the lobby that reminds him of a candy shop. Clean counter tops and a somewhat clean floor indicates to Tommy this facility is actually sanitary. The lady at the front desk is older and has make up line around her jawline and forehead. Her futile attempt to remain beautiful amuses Crimson. He struts up to the desk and drops both elbows on a small counter below the sliding window.

The woman chews gum and pays no attention to Tommy at first. He knocks on the window three times with a hall of fame ring on his middle finger from a now closed promotion that’s blurred out. The woman looks up at Tommy. The sadness in her eyes can’t be made out for the dark circles but the she immediately notices the gold belt. She stands up then struggles with her weight to slide the window open.

“Can I help you?” She asks with a fake company smile.

Tommy wipes the strands of hair from his face then carefully tucks in behind his ear. He leans into the window slightly biting his bottom lip.

“I’m Tommy Crimson. You assholes called me. Remember?” Tommy snarkily asks.

“Betty” is written across the woman’s lapel. Tommy watches as she struggles to even do the simplest task due to her weight. She looks through the paperwork on her desk and then brings out a note. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops as she realizes the man before her is here to see Charlie.

“One Moment!” She exclaims in a frightened whisper.

Crimson smiles because he knows she’s figured out why he’s here. Outside the morgue multiple news outlets have arrived to cover the unfolding scene. Crimson waits as the woman opens the door located directly beside the window they spoke through.

“This Way.” Betty calls out.

Crimson follows behind the woman as she waddles toward the back of the facility. Betty leads Tommy down a long hallway that leads to two double swinging doors. She pushes them both open and Tommy quickly comes in behind her.

The operator of the morgue stands by the freezers. The cold room causes goose pimples to run up and down both Tommy’s arms. As Crimson rounds a corner he can see his grandmother and two prison guards standing alongside the morgue coroner.

Tommy is shocked to see his grandmother, who he hasn’t seen in fifteen years. She has aged since he last saw her face. Lines that he doesn’t recognize now cover her elderly face. Crimson walks on into the room and the medical examiner hands him a copy of the holy bible. Tommy opens it then looks down at it. He spits in the book then shuts. Crimson then hands it back over to the coroner as slimy saliva oozes out.

“I take it you were like Charlie?” The coroner asks Crimson to break the silence.

Tommy stares at his grandmother then replies with lies, “I don’t know. I didn’t know anything about this guy. Apparently he was some family friend or some shit like that.”

Crimson’s grandmother slumps over a bit then slowly moves her gaze to the glossy floor. A wide grin crosses his face, pleased with causing his grandmother to be uncomfortable.

The guards extend hands out at Tommy suddenly.

“Hello! We are both huge fans!” The larger guard exclaims wildly while extending out his right hand.

Crimson looks at it but dismisses the gesture completely. He faces the other guard.

“My name’s Doug! This is Big Tony! Oh Boy! My three boys won’t believe that I got to meet The Tommy Crimson! THE FURY!” Prison Guard Doug screams out.

Tommy appears to be irritated by both “fans”. Crimson dismisses Doug’s friendly attempt at a handshake as well.

He turns toward the coroner and replies, “I don’t sign stuff for fans. That’s for old wrestlers who couldn’t save money. If they ask me to sign anything I will whip both of their asses right here.”

The two guards fade into the background after the open threat. The medical examiner has a name tag on his white coat that reads, “Steve”.

“Charlie requested that any family come that wanted to. He didn’t believe in a traditional burial or traditional anything really.” The coroner explains carefully.

“I’m no preacher. That was my brother. His faith killed him like it does most.” Crimson snaps back.

“Mr. Manson knew that you were no preacher.” Prison Guard Doug chirps in.

Both men turn to him suddenly then look at him for further explanation.

“He thought you represented what he did more than any other human being living today. He said it over and over, constantly.” Doug blurts out.

Crimson’s forehead bunches up with distress from confusion.

“Who the fuck is this guy? Yeah, save the helter skelter tale too, Grandma.” Tommy barks at his own grandmother.

She cowers in fear to the wrestling champion. Suddenly she stands up finding her backbone all of a sudden.

“You look here you little son of a bitch, I loved Charlie! Your mother decided to make him your god father because I was in the Manson Family in the late sixties!” Crimson’s elderly grandmother reveals to the room.    

Outside of the county morgue at least fourteen different news organizations are now on the scene. Most are in town already to cover Manson’s recent passing. Now that Tommy has shown up they have all return to cover this late breaking development.

Back inside, the room all stand still shocked by Crimson’s Grandmother’s revelation. The pictures Crimson saw back at his compound in the cardboard box all make sense now. The photo’s of his toddler mother with his grandmother. Both standing with Charlie Manson in those photo’s. In some of them, Crimson’s mother was even being held by Charlie.

Crimson’s face contorts with real fury. He rushes over to his grandmother and shoves her up against the steel freezers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tommy screams at his grandma.

She looks down but Ethel Sinclair then looks at her only grandchild with real terror in her eyes.

“Because you are just like him. You are wicked even worse than that monster in that freezer. Crimson has already became another word for Devil like Manson before it. You should have not come here.” Ethel calls back out at Tommy with a broken voice. Tears stream down her face and she hits both knees then raises her hands high into the air.

“OOOOOH GOD! Please put Charlie deep into the depths of hell! Please GOD!” She calls out to her maker in dramatic fashion.

Crimson walks over to her and takes her chin in his left hand. He pinches it with his thumb and index finger softly to indicate love and affection. Tommy looks deep into his grandmother’s eyes.

“The truth is… You were close to a god once.” Crimson points at the freezer. The coroner rushes in and swings the third door out in the middle row open. Steve then carefully slides out a long slab. A body covered with a sheet comes out into the cheap fluorescent lighting.  Steve then throws back the sheet to expose Charles Manson.

Ethel gets up off her knees then wipes both her tears with real pride in her stride now. She walks right up to Charlie and looks down at him. She then replies to her grandson with real displeasure, “He was no God. He was a mad man with the gift.”

Tommy looks down at Manson while standing next to Ethel.

“He’s more of a god than that false entity you just hit both knees for. They will talk about Charlie long after the bible is rendered obsolete. You are apart of that.” Tommy informs his grandmother.

“We should begin, I have other appointments.” The Coroner explains.

Crimson turns to look at the medical examiner as does Ethel. She stands up wiping her tears away.

Steve The Coroner then bows his head leading Ethel and the two guards to do the same. Crimson watches on as all four pray. He simply rolls his eyes then waits for them all to finish.

“Amen.” They all proclaim after finishing in unison.

Then all four look to Crimson. He opens his suit jacket to expose his SCW Roulette Championship to all. He then takes a step back as the cheap lighting glistens off his title belt. The two guards come up to stand alongside Manson’s corpse on one side with Ethel and Steve on the opposite side. Tommy stands at the end of the long slab looking out over Charlie. Everyone bows their heads as Crimson begins.

“This man was evil, man. One radical individual who was defiant to the bitter end. This crazy son of a bitch pulled a life sentence for using his influence on others.” Tommy announces to the small audience.

Crimson stops and appears to be thinking over that last statement. “That’s what I do.” He mutters to himself. A Fury Studios cameraman stands off to the side catching the entire unfolding scene through his lens.

“I didn’t know Charlie but apparently he knew me. Followed my work close from what I have read on the internet. He had others kill people then carved a nazi symbol in his head. He believed a race war was coming. He claimed that an evil dictator would take over America and divide us into two. He claimed this individual would make our land “great again”. Crimson further explains what he’s learned in the past two days.  

“This man was a crazy racist killer, yes. Guards would have to be changed because he could influence them through the bars. Every few hours when he was first in custody for the crime of the century, a guard change was required. Charlie once even had a guard unlock his door because another guard took a long lunch.” Crimson continues to speak on behalf of the departed.

Jonesy and Doug both shake their heads totally agreeing with the facts Tommy spits out about Manson.

“There appears to be similarities between the two of us. I am no racist or sexist for that matter. Cheap heat is for those who can’t survive using their own creativity.” Tommy smiles at the snark comment.

“This man will live on forever in books and movies. The world needed a new boogeyman back in the sixties and this guy delivered. Charlie showed the world not even the most famous are safe from the evil that lurks throughout this world.” Crimson adds.

Tommy then carefully buttons his solid black suit jacket up. He then shoves the long slab on rollers back into the freezer with real authority! Crimson then slams the square freezer door shut behind Charlie and spins around. The two guards, Ethel and Steve are all startled by this. Tommy addresses them.

“Manson didn’t want a preacher. I believe that he brought me here to show me all that I have learned by simply speaking about him here today. I know what he was doing and he’s right. We do share a “gift”. Truth is, he was too mad to wield such an ability properly. Good Riddance.” Crimson exclaims then turns to walk out of the morgue.

Tommy walks out the door then heads directly for the exit. He struts down the hallway as AJ, the Fury Studios main cameraman, follows close behind. Betty comes waddling out of her small office but Tommy pays her little mind. He pushes the door wide open then walks back out into the lobby. Flashes light up the entire area. Tommy covers his face from all the camera flashes at once.

Betty covers her eyes as she enters the lobby. “This way!” She calls out at Tommy and AJ.

Doug The Prison Guard comes up from behind the two men as they scatter toward the side door where Betty is pointing. Doug takes hold of Crimson’s shoulder, leading him to spin around to face him.

“Here.” Doug exclaims with his right hand extended out at Tommy.

Crimson takes the small piece of white paper that's folded. He opens it up slowly to reveal a set of numbers. “34°16′22″N 118°37′22.8″W.” are written inside.

“They are coordinates. Mister Charlie said if you came today to make sure you got that. I could get fired if anyone finds out.” Doug explains. He peers over at AJ, who continues to film.

“It’s worth it to me. I’m your biggest fan.” Doug The Prison Guard proclaims proudly.

Crimson looks up from the paper to see Doug’s eyes are now solid white.

Tommy then turns away still clutching the note close. AJ and he then follow Betty out the side door to avoid the mass media barrage out in front of the morgue.

The two follow Betty down a long corridor that leads to the back exit of the facility. AJ continues to film as they rush down the hallway. Betty opens the door at the end, then holds it open for Crimson and his cameraman.

“I’m only helping you because I love Sin City Wrestling.” Betty explains herself while holding the door open. Tommy and AJ then exit the building out into a back lot. Cars are parked throughout but a small walkway can be made out from the back door.

Crimson and AJ make their way around the winding walkway into a backstreet. The alleyway has many garbage cans but no media. A helicopter flies over but Tommy continues walking. The main Fury Studios drone hovers above suddenly. It is being controlled from a studio many miles away. AJ and the drone take turns with camera angles filming Crimson as he walks with real purpose toward some unknown location.

The drone ducks low and films Tommy strut through two different backstreets that lead to an open pasture. Farm land is prevalent in Bakersfield. There is a long drive through the pasture that leads to a building. The Fury Studios logo crosses the screen while in the background Crimson begins to walk toward this unknown building. As he slowly approaches a neon sign begins to flicker on his right. The sign reads, “Drop Off Burdening Elders Here”. A large arrow also in neon red below it points toward the building. An overcast overhead leaves a darker scene as he approaches the entrance.

Cameras film from all over as he approaches the front door of the building. It’s solid oak but beaten up. Crimson pushes the door with his right hand, leading it to swing open in a long whining creak.

The inside of the building is beaten up. The door swings shut behind Crimson leading him to turn around to face it. A draft inside this building must have shut it? Tommy brushes it off and walks down a long hallway. There are doors on both sides of the hallway all the way down. The floors are dirty and it is literally freezing. Every single door in the hall opens in unison, completely shocking Tommy!

The doors all swing open and nurses file out. They all shake their heads with disgust and real hatred from what they endured inside the rooms. Crimson watches as all the women leave single file and enter a door that reads, “Staff”. They all left the doors open allowing Tommy to see inside the rooms. Cameras film in every corner of every room.

Inside the first room he peers into, Tommy can see an elderly lady on a bed. She just went to bathroom on herself leaving the nurse furious. The women weeps while holding her son’s army uniform close to her chest. Crimson spins around to peer into the room directly across from the elder ladies room.

An elderly man stands wearing nothing. Dementia has taken his mind. AJ slips up behind Tommy but he pays no attention to the camera man. The feed in this place has already been rerouted to Fury Studios along with AJ’s footage.

The elderly man with dementia suddenly looks up at Tommy. He points at Crimson using his right hand.

“THE DEVIL!” THE DEVIL IS HERE TO GET ME!” The man screams out loud. The man the runs into the concrete wall in his room and drops to the floor. Nurses flood the room and immediately stick him with three different needles. One nurse leans in close then with a creepy tone mutters, “There you go. Now you will forget forever.”  

Crimson laughs as the nurses shut the door. He continues down the hallway and comes to two more rooms with the doors wide open. The room to his right has an elderly woman that sits in a rocking chair. She swings in the chair while singing. “The One Is Coming. The wicked will prosper in the time of the Evil One.”

Tommy turns around to look into the opposite room. An elderly man is smearing red lipstick across his lips while looking into a mirror. The man appears to be a drag queen in his early eighties. “I’d Fuck Me.” He whispers into the mirror with real confidence.

Crimson shakes his head then chuckles. He walks on to the final two doors at the end of the hallway. One of the doors is slightly closed, leading Crimson to look directly across from it. It sits empty with no movement or light on inside. Tommy peers closer to see a name across the door in sharpie, “Ethel”. Crimson grins realizing the true suffering his grandmother now endures in this place.

“Hm.” Tommy blurts out as he swings around to face the partially closed door.

Crimson looks at the door that is slightly closed, thinking he recognized the name written on that door as well. He walks over to it then reads it out loud, “Mister Impressive”.

Tommy grins a bit as he pushes the door open realizing this is Josh Woodrum’s room. Crimson enters the room and looks around. The bed has shit smeared on the edge with an overturn bedpan sitting in the floor. Pictures cover the wall of a storied wrestling career. Twenty nine time world champion in one promotion alone while running a porn empire.

Now not even the cialis could get his hog at attention for a twenty something model slash actress looking for work. Tommy looks at the photos hung on the walls. This man has wrestled everywhere, all over the world. The pictures as they go out along the wall, Joshua ages in the photographs. The final three are of an old man that has become out of sorts. Glory days long passed by.

Cameras film the entire room while Crimson picks up a photograph that was in the floor. The man in the photo is elderly. Weakened by time and broken by it as well. The man appears to be completely used up with absolutely zero to offer now. Tommy holds the photograph then begins to speak to the cameras.

“Wow. I finally get to defend my coveted Roulette Championship. This guy I face will end up in a room much like this in very near future. A nurse will have to come in a room much like this and turn the former world champion and clean his own shit off him.” Crimson explains in graphic detail.

“My opponent's fate is one that I will not share. They keep it freezing in here to slow the rotting flesh in these places. It’s a form a torture that’s carried out every single day. Woodrum knows all too well he will end up here.” Tommy insults his much older opponent openly.

Crimson notices an envelope sitting on the cabinet. He reaches over and takes it up. He pulls out the folder then opens it. “Woodrum SCW Physical” reads across the front of the beige folder. Crimson then continues while reading the inside of the folder.

“A friend of mine found this folder sitting on a table backstage last week. It cost me forty dollars to buy it so he wouldn’t sell it on ebay.” Tommy informs the audience and his opponent.

“These doctor’s believe you are a prime candidate for CTE. I know you know what that means. You have taken so many licks to the head that your brain is mush now. You have no business facing Tommy Crimson in any kind of match. I will retire you.” Crimson threatens Woodrum.

Tommy walks around the room looking at every picture. Woodrum hasn’t mattered in nearly a decade but suddenly he’s a contender for a belt. The covers on the bed are of Woodrum from the early 90’s. Tommy turns his back to the camera and a zipper can be heard dropping. Crimson looks behind himself while urinating over the classic sheets and comforter.

“This is what I do to shitheads I do not appreciate in this business. A pornstar that wrestles? That’s original.” Tommy rolls his eyes to go with the sarcasm.

“What’s he going to do to end the match this Sunday? What’s that finishing maneuver he does even called? The Pecker Sore? Give me a break, man. This guy is lame in every way. I hope he does have dementia because he deserves it.” Crimson continues his onslaught.

“I’d hate to end this guy on Sunday. His family would sue me because he was to old to hang with The Fury. So contemplate this you old bastard… What If I demolish you? You won’t be able to spread disease and tape it anymore for money.” Tommy dishes out a sick burn.

Crimson then looks around the room again. A super nintendo sits in the floor with a game in it. “Wrestling All-Stars” reads across the cartridge. A pentagram is painted across the power buttom of the ancient console. Crimson flips it on, leading the tv on the wall to come to life. Tommy looks down at his right wrist. A smartwatch tells him in real time how many viewers he has. “14,256” and climbing.

The game loads on the television and Woodrum comes across the screen in all his snes glory. The logo is even attached to him and the bottom. Tommy presses start when prompted. The screen leads to the character selection portion part of the game. Crimson slides the selector over across different successful wrestlers from the 90s. Tommy then turns to the closest camera and mutters, “I added something.”

Tommy then selects, “Crimson”. The screen then shows a map that shows an arrow pointing to Arizona. His opponent will be Josh Woodrum! Music plays as a screen pops up with Crimson on one side and Woodrun on the other. The screen shows a pixelated ring. Crimson’s 8 bit character stands across the ring on the game from his much larger opponent.

“WRESTLE!” An announcer on the game screams out.

The two begin to battle old school style. Tommy uses his thumbs to grapple his opponent on the screen. Woodrum counters and whips Crimson into the ropes. As he taunts Crimson catches the ropes then hops over the top rope and onto the apron. Woodrum turns to catch Tommy bounce off the top rope to nail the 8 bit Woodrum with a vicious flying forearm. Unheard of when this game was designed.

Crimson works his thumb to follow up with his version of the high angle senton.

“GODBOOKED.”  The announcer on the game proclaims.

“1! 2! 3!”, The referee on screen counts. Tommy turns to face the camera after dropping the super nintendo controller.

“See… I even beat you in your world. That world has long since passed you by and left an old man fragile behind. I want to change the way your brain works on Sunday. I want to do something irreversible to you, old man.” Crimson informs Josh directly.

“You can’t compete with me, Woodrum. No matter how great you use to be. When you mattered that stood for something. You don’t matter now. You are in the main event on the sole basis you are facing Tommy Crimson, the hottest wrestler in the world right now.” Tommy drops facts on his aging opponent.

“Not only do I hate you for the way you mock my craft. Watch and see how much pity I have on you when I lead you to pasture. This is the place you will be sent to after I ruin what’s left of your mind. That folder could be real, CTE is serious business. You don’t want to end up like that one guy do you? The one we as a business do not speak of anymore? Yeah, that one guy.” Crimson grins as he touches a taboo subject up close.

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“Woodrum if you want to have a future of any kind I advise you to sit this one out. I know you believe that crowd will wheel you to victory with twenty year old chants but I beg to differ, man.” Tommy grins a bit as he turns to the camera in the corner of the room.

“It’s over for you. It’s time you retire and tell people who will listen all about when you mattered. Show them old relics from that time you cling to. Now you will sink into madness in a slow decline fitting for a smut pusher mocking my craft. Kiss your loved ones before you come to Climax Control. Tell them not to watch because we both know what’s about to happen.” Tommy warns his elderly opponent.

“Do you want those grandkids to watch me break papaw? I will fucking bend you like a pretzel and let them worship what’s left when I am done. You are outmatched and out of your fucking league in every conceiveable fucking way.” Tommy informs his opponent of his impending doom even further.

“It’s not too late to quit and walk out. Once that bell rings your fate is sealed. I will destroy any plan you come up with in that thick shit head skull of yours. That mush can’t match the wit of a Tommy Crimson in any capacity. Don’t get delusional like the last guy I owned did.” Crimson cockily continues to berate Woodrun without an ounce of pity.

“I think I want to ruin you. I could just whip your ass bad then pin you but… I think I want to end your career. How could would that look on the bottom of my wikipedia page? “Crimson ruins Woodrum for life” right at the bottom where every can see forever.” Tommy finishes with a smile.

Tommy watches as a wheelchair comes through the door. The african american nurse pushes the man in and parks the chair beside the bed just out from Crimson. She turns to Crimson and asks, “Is he part of your family?”.

Crimson doesn’t answer immediately. He looks the man over and realizes it’s the best Josh Woodrum impersonator out of Vegas. Even the impersonator now is an older gentlemen but he believes he is Josh Woodrum now.

Tommy mutters to the nurse, “I am just a friend of the family.”

She winks at him then turns and exits the room. The man can’t get out of his chair into the bed. Tommy walks over and lifts the man up into the air out of the wheelchair. He then puts him down on the bed. The Josh Woodrum impersonator then whispers, “I use to be world champion.”

“I know.” Crimson answers the man.

Tommy looks down at the man. The gown he wears was drawn up a bit on the side from the move, leading the bedsores to now be revealed. Crimson looks back at a camera then back at the elder impersonator.

“I use to wrestle all over the world. Now I can’t even make it to the bathroom. I shit all over myself each and every day. Sometimes the nurses will come and other times they just play candy crush saga or something another.” The Josh Woodrum Impersonator continues.

“I wish I had died in the ring. I lived to long and now I am useless. People look at me as a nostalgic relic and not a human being with feelings.” The impersonator finishes.

“Pussy.” Crimson replies.

The elderly impersonator looks up at Tommy in horror. His mind has reset from dementia suddenly leaving him lost completely.  

“Who are you?” The old man calls out at Crimson.

Tommy leans in close to explain, “I am the man that you fear in your dreams. I will be your version of the grim reaper. It’s me, Josh. I am here to take what’s left out of that ass of yours. It’s time for a flawless victory once more. I want to take a piece of you to keep as a trophy like I always do.”

The Josh Woodrum Impersonator suddenly falls into the floor frightened for his life. He begins to crawl away from Crimson after bouncing off the hard dirty floor. The elderly man rolls over on his back and uses both arms to push himself away from Crimson, closer to the door. Tommy slowly gives chase while continuing to speak.

“You have no mind left. This is how I will do the man you have made a living for years portraying on the streets of Vegas. Now you are like him and all used up. If you were a horse it would be lead to the head time.” Crimson laughs at the elderly man.

“IT’S THE DEVIL FROM MY DREAMS!” The impersonator screams out as three nurses dive on top of him. They stick him with three different needles then drag him off to another room. Tommy watches as the old man foams at the mouth while being dragged away.

Tommy begins to tear the pictures off the walls. The glory shots are all taken down by The Fury. He takes them all then sticks them into a metal trashcan near the door. He carefully takes the plastic bag out of it then drops all the memories into the can. Tommy then uses his lighter to ignite the photo where Woodrum looks his most haggard.

Tommy buttons his suit up due to the chill throughout the entire facility. He then drops the photo that is ablaze into the metal trash can. The photos begin to burn and in the dim lighting, lights up Tommy’s face as he watches it burn.

“I have always wanted to fight you Josh Woodrum. You are a true legend in this business but you smear my art with cheap tricks and lazy efforts. That name you spent nearly thirty years building will be burned to the fucking ground in one match. How much more brain damage can you sustain? We’ll see, Sunday.” Crimson finishes the brutal verbal assault.

He walks out the door while the trash can still smokes. Tommy steps back out into the hallway. Elderly people stand along the wall watching him. Every single one of them now have solid white eyes. They bow as Tommy walks by them in the long hallway. On both sides of the hallway anyone able takes a knee as he passes by.

Tommy continues to walk through the hall toward the exit. Cameras film his every move as he struts toward the door with real urgency. The scent of death are on all of these elderly people and the stench is breathtaking for Tommy. He walks up to the door then pushes it open and exits out into the parking lot. The warm evening sun washes over him as the media from the morgue have now located him. They pull up the long driveway as Crimson reaches inside his pocket. He retrieves the small piece of paper the guard gave him earlier.

Crimson looks down at the coordinates and decides to follow them. A missing piece to his life is at that location and he can feel it somehow. Tommy then looks up and can see the media van flying in his direction. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the black cadillac pulls up. The driver hops out and quickly opens his boss's door. Tommy slips into the back seat then shuts the suicide door. The white eyed driver then gets back in the driver's seat as the two escape the media, leaving AJ the cameraman behind.

“Where to, Boss?” The driver calls out from the front seat.

Crimson reaches out with the piece of paper. The driver reaches behind him and takes hold of the paper. He reads it then folds it.

“Take me there. Right now.” Crimson orders his employee in a stern tone.

“Yes, Sir.” The driver answers immediately.

The two drive off as the driver puts the coordinates into an aftermarket  dashboard GPS system. After its locked in, the car speeds off in the direction they are told to by the gps.



Interstate Five South(CA)
Crimson Cadillac
8:31 p.m.




The driver continues to drive as the fury studios drone has caught up to the car finally to film. The military grade drone is the most expensive in the entire fleet of filming drones in Crimson’s arsenal.

Tommy watches on from the backseat as the driver follows the coordinates exactly. This takes them off interstate five and down a road that leads to a ranch. The car hits gravel causing the car to bounce and sway as it drives along.

A sign that reads, “Spahn Ranch”, sits on the left side of the gravel road. They come to a wide spot at the entrance to the actual ranch. The driver parks the car then grabs the GPS. He then gets out of the car in such a hurry he doesn’t close his door.

He opens Tommy’s door then circle to the truck. The driver then uses the key to retrieve something. Crimson comes up behind him and reaches underneath his gear bag. He gets a small shovel then turns away from the car.

“Keith, Let’s go.” Tommy calls out at his driver.

Keith then slams the trunk and both men walk toward the actual ranch. The GPS leads them to the exact coordinates written on the small piece of paper. The drone flies low to catch everything on film. This footage is pure gold.

Crimson and Keith walk along until finally the driver stops suddenly. “Here”, he exclaims while pointing at the ground.

Keith then clicks a flashlight on and points it at the spot. Crimson comes down with the shovel and scoops up some of the sandy dirt. He digs then turns to dump the scoopfuls beside him in a pile. The driver holds the flashlight. The light dances on the ground where Tommy digs due to Keith’s nerves.

Crimson continues to dig until he reaches around three feet down. He hits something hard that causes the shovel to ping. Tommy digs even more to expose a small chest buried. He uses the shovel carefully to dig out around the small waterproof container. Keith holds the light on the chest directly as Tommy breaks the lock off the front of it with the tip of the shovel! A spark can be seen after the sharp strike.

The blades of the drone can be heard overhead as Tommy slowly opens the chest. Time has nearly welded it shut but he forces it open! The top snaps off from aging in the elements but the inside is protected completely all this time.

Tommy reaches down and begins picking through the various items in the chest. He pulls out pictures of his mother and a birth certificate. The name across it reads, “Loretta Manson”. Photo’s of Charlie and his grandmother litter the box.

A note at the bottom of the chest explains all the confusing items Crimson has found.

“Tommy, I bet you are wondering how I knew it would be you that would find this, huh? I had your grandmother dig this up and rebury it with this note. She did not have the heart to tell you I was your grandfather and not godfather. Your mother, Loretta, was my only daughter. I never spoke of her so the media nor historians even realize this. She was conceived here at the ranch where all the magic happened.

I want you to know that you have the gift as well. You inherited it from me. This gift if used correctly could change the course of this world. The power to influence others to do your bidding is a gift all wish to have. I had Ethel also place the book I wrote in prison here. This small book has only been seen by my eyes and maybe your grandmother. This book will teach you how to master the technique of controlling others do whatever your heart desires. I want to live on forever and I will do just that in you, Tommy.

Men for decades to come will talk about what I did but you could change the course of human history with the advice in that book. Read it carefully and remember you are the only one left with such a gift. My other grandchildren do not have it and they actually want to kill off my bloodline forever. You are apart of me that continues to thrive and survive. It’s on you now to further all that work I did way back when. This book completes you, Tommy Crimson.

How will any mortal man stop you now? They can’t. They won’t.

Hail Satan,

Papaw Charlie.”



Tommy is shocked by all of the unfolding evidence inside this chest. This proves that he is in fact part of the Manson bloodline and does infact have the “gift”. Tommy looks over the photo’s of his mother and realizes he could use this to conquer the globe.

Crimson looks up and notices the drone filming. He takes the birth certificate and lights it on fire with his bic lighter. Tommy carefully retrieves the small black book left to him from Charlie. He then tosses the burning certificate into the box. Always the pyro, he smiles as the light from the fire washes across his face.

“I know what to do now. This wasn’t all for nothing like I believed at first. My gut told me to come to Bakersfield and I did just that. Now I find out my grandfather was the Manson Family cult leader and the gift I have came from him.” Crimson explains to the hovering drone.

“Charlie was the missing piece. Now I know where I came from and why I am the way I am. There is noone that can stop me now. I knew all along that I was special and this all reinforces that. I will be the greatest that has ever lived because I have gifts not afforded to other weak minded wrestlers. Once this gets out I will become even more famous than I am already. Next I want to brutalize an old man live on Climax Control. The first televised wrestling death. Tune in. It could be Woodrum’s last match ever.” Tommy proclaims then hops up out of the small hole.

Crimson walks off toward the ranch to look around where his mother played as a child while the family murdered in LA. The scene has become personal for him now that Charlie’s letter has been read by Tommy. The driver sits down beside the hole and begins to weep. The evil he felt throughout his body has caused Tommy’s influence over him to waiver. He opens his eyes and now they are brown like before.

Tommy senses something and wanders back to the hole. He notices immediately the driver has turned back into himself. Crimson walks over to him then squats down directly in front of Keith.

“You are in no shape to control your own mind. Weak men like you need men like me to show the way. I am a light in all that dark hidden in your heart. You find solace in the fact that a real life devil pulls your strings and shows you what’s what. Now you lose those thoughts of individuality to serve a higher purpose. My Purpose. Awake!” Tommy screams into the driver’s face. Saliva flies out his mouth to cover Keith’s face.

He doesn’t even attempt to wipe off the gross spit on his face. Keith’s eyes are solid white once more as he stands up then runs to the cadillac. Tommy looks around the ranch once more before Keith pulls the car right up to him. Crimson opens his own door then slips in. The scene begins to fade as he slams the suicide door shut in the pitch dark. The Fury Studios logo crosses the screen as does the now infamous screaming female in the background. The scene turns to snowy fuzz as the feed dies out.



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