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Climax Control Archives / Project:FURY
« on: August 10, 2018, 09:36:57 PM »Sin City Wrestling, a year ago today was a completely different promotion. One month shy of signing Tommy Crimson. The top of the promotion seems solid for years to come. Fenris was fighting barefoot elsewhere while Kristopher Ryans thrived in SCW. Ben Jordan has since become one of the top guys in the entire promotion.
Leap forward one year later and you find a completely different promotion. Fenris came from a cage to win his chance at the top strap then won it handedly. Kristopher Ryans was injured recently leading him to relinquish said championship. Ben Jordan’s rise appears to have no end after winning the roulette championship. Only one of the top four from a year ago remains. Kristopher Ryans.
The new tour sees a new top four in this amatuer journalists opinion. Fenris, Ryans, Jordan, and Tommy Crimson. They will lead the way into the future with past stars now fading into a distant memory.
Time changes everything. Crimson finds himself in the perfect spot in his mind. He will get to share a ring with the three other best wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling. A chance to shine amongst the brightest in the business.
The Fury got ashore after SummerXXXTreme Vl and immediately got back to work. Ryans comes back with a deserving rematch with the current world heavyweight champion. Out of nowhere, Ben Jordan calls Crimson out on twitter. We find ourselves intertwined like thorns in a briar thicket, ladies and gentlemen.
Tommy has not wrestled since the PPV. After defeating Drake Green, The Fury went to work on a secret project underground. The details are limited at best with Tommy being silent on his youtube channel for two weeks straight now. No podcast interviews at all. Exclusively on show appearances until now.
The following video contains footage from the project that has taken so much of Crimson’s time as of late. A place only a mind like his could bring to life.
Unknown Exact Location somewhere in Nevada Desert
8/6/2018
5:43 P.M.
A female scream booms across a solid black screen. A cross glitches across it briefly before a new logo crosses before the Fury Studios one. An animated set of bloody lips biting a bullet. A wide shot of the Nevada desert glitches to life suddenly. The exact location is not given nor stamped anywhere in the feed. A drone hovers high above the hot desert to reveal it’s unforgiving terrain.
The drone hovers to show the true scale of the desert. The shot reveals a vehicle below suddenly. It’s moving fast and appears to be a brand new crimson red cadillac escalade. The large vehicle barrels through the desert slinging sand in every direction. The engine winds loud in the quiet environment.
The drone zero’s with it's high definition cameras all at the vehicle. “R3DRUM”, the tag reads. The cadillac pulls up to a large fenced in area. The drone suddenly has to back off while cameras on either side of the large vehicle come into focus. The large gate has two armed men standing out front. One approaches the driver side while the other holds an automatic weapon on the driver from the front of the vehicle.
The tinted driver side window rolls down to reveal The Fury! Belladonna Gray sits in the passenger seat while a journalist and cameraman sit in the back seats. In the back row seats sits AJ, Tommy’s most trusted camera man. The journalist brought her own.
“Hello, Fury!” The armed man exclaims then salutes.
Crimson rolls his eyes then replies, “This isn’t the army, dick. Open the fucking gate!”
The two armed guards then quickly hustle to open the large gate to allow Crimson’s new ride to enter. They swing the gate open and Tommy hits the gas to head through. The two men then shut the gate behind him to continue guarding it with automatic weapons.
The weapons scare the young journalist but they appeared to be military and did allow Crimson to enter immediately. The twenty seven year old wrestling observer reporter wonders now if she has gotten in over her head again. Allison Clark knows how to get the best story in wrestling and it’s taken her to wild locations but none like this. She watches from a backseat while Crimson speeds toward an unknown location. They come up on what appears to be vehicles covered by something.
The escalade pulls closer to reveal these are vehicles that have all been covered with sand colored mesh to hide them from prying eyes in space. Tommy parks the car then swings the driver side door open.
“Get out and follow me now!” Tommy screams out.
He slams the door as Belladonna does the same as does Allison and the two camera men.
Two men approach the vehicle with a large sand colored mesh cover to hide the escalade while a vehicle that blends in with the environment takes off to sweep the sand to cover any tracks leading to the site. The Fury leads the way toward a mine shaft buried in the sand. The entrance can be seen at certain angles but not all. Even the entrance has been hidden from all. The group walks through the entrance and enter the very large mine shaft. They walk deeper and deeper into the abyss as small lights along the walls keep it lit. The camera men are already filming from each side as Tommy approaches a solid steel door with two armed guards.
“Project:FURY.” Crimson calls out at the guards.
They drop the barrels of their automatic weapons then open the thick steel door deep inside the mine shaft. The password Tommy called out was all they needed to hear to allow the entire group in. The door is shut tightly behind the group as they enter the part of the mine that's been redone completely. Solid white tile lines the floor and walls of this area. Fluorescent lights illuminate this entire underground facility.
The group slowly approaches what appears to be a full functioning lab. “Project:FURY” is written across the wall in red lettering.
Allison Clark bumps into Tommy from behind on purpose.
“Does the government fund this facility, Tommy?” Clark asks.
“That may be above a wrestling magazine’s journalist pay grade, don’t you think?” Crimson replies over his right shoulder by slightly turning back.
A man wearing a lab coat rushes over to the group while large clear containers sit throughout the laboratory for “subject testing”. The man reaches the group after navigating around all the thick containers. “Dr. Shoemaker” reads across the laminated tag around his neck that drapes down to the doctor’s belly.
“Welcome back, Tommy!” The Doctor calls out while extending his right hand out.
Crimson reaches in to shake his hand but as the two shake hands, The Fury pulls the doctor in close with real force suddenly!
“Do you have all the test subjects ready to go?!” Crimson whispers into the doctor's ear.
“Yes,” The Doctor immediately replies.
Tommy releases his hold on the doctor then introduces him to the group.
“This is Doctor Shoemaker.” Crimson introduces.
A neuropsychologist that taught at UCLA until around two months ago. He left his well paying job at the college to work on a project of his own or so he claimed in his resignation letter to the dean. Ethan Shoemaker studied the effects of terror on the brain extensively. He has written many papers on the subject that have been published. The doctor is an avid wrestling fan, who was in charge of the last WrestleCon held in Los Angeles. That is where the doctor first met Tommy Crimson.
The two struck a deal during that week event that has culminated to this moment right here, right now. Crimson remembers all this as he watches Shoemaker back away from him inside the secret lab, the two men dreamed up together. Clark steps forward while holding a notepad.
“So you are the infamous terror doctor?” Allison asks the doctor directly.
Shoemaker grins then turns away from her to grimace a bit after hearing his old nickname.
“The terror doctor was accused of torturing afghanistan people during the war. It was never proven but you killed people didn’t you, Ethan?” Clark continues.
The doctor turns slowly to reply.
“Fake news. Those people shot my friends so I used science to show them all.” The doctor proudly exclaims.
Crimson steps between the two.
“None of that matters. He’s more legitimate for his work than you are for yours, Allison. I’d shut the fuck up and write my story.” Tommy chimes in.
“Understood.” Clark replies while putting her head down.
The doctor smiles wide then leads the group through the lab. Belladonna walks alongside Crimson step for step.
Three other interns work at this quote on quote, “black site”. No paperwork exists to connect the work here back to the government but the wrestling observer reporter is not convinced after what she’s seen.
“Did you build this with the money you took from the NRA?” Allison asks while AJ and her camera man continue to film the entire unfolding scene.
Crimson swings around and comes face to face with the brave young reporter.
“The NRA invested all that money into my studios themselves. I didn’t “take” anything in any sort of criminal sense, bitch. Rednecks aren’t great with money while Tommy Crimson can count all of it. This lab was built from blood money invested by the gun lobby. I can’t even begin to explain how my genius has saved future school children from the mentally ill kids they bully.” The Fury answers with genuine anger throughout his tone.
A vein in his neck pops out with his frustration with these claims on full display.
“It’s not my fault those idiots can’t do paperwork properly. Fuck em’!” Crimson spews at the reporter with all his ire.
Tommy then turns around leading Doctor Shoemaker to take off toward the back of the brand new lab. The large containers come back into focus. Made with thick fiberglass on all sides. The group approaches a row of five seats with four unknown individuals sitting in a row. The seat on the end is empty. Shoemaker stops directly in front of the men who all have headsets strapped to their heads. Wires hang from the ceiling and hook into the back of each of the headsets.
“These men are all test subjects recruited exclusively for Project:FURY. They have all been put through tests and for three weeks straight now have been here being pumped full of information through the headsets they are wearing.” Shoemaker explains in further detail.
The Wrestling Observer reporter chimes in suddenly.
“Are these men being held against their will? What happened to the fifth man?” Allison Clark asks with real curiosity.
Shoemaker reluctantly turns to face the reporter.
“These men all applied to be a part of this program. They are paid but like subject number four over there, do not need the money. Number four is a thirty two year old stockbroker. A self made man that came from nothing to have it all.” The doctor brags about his favorite test subject.
“And what happened to number five?” Allison replies.
The chair at closer glimpse is covered in what could be human feces.
“He didn’t make it.” Crimson announces.
The four men grip the chair arms of their seats while being filled with a unending stream of information. They all have IV’s in their arms and slump forward slightly while lost in the virtual world.
“What are they viewing?” Clark digs deeper.
“They are viewing software created for each subject created by The Fury, Fury Studios, and last but not least, myself. Subject Four came in with fear of spiders and losing a loved one. We changed that fear to one of our own choosing.” The Doctor almost boasts.
Belladonna chimes in suddenly.
“See dear, we are attempting to weaponize terror by being able to mold anyones deepest darkest fear into one of our own choosing then exposing them to it.” Gray explains to the confused reporter.
Crimson walks over while nodding his head in total agreement with his manager.
“The work we are doing here could change the ways wars are fought. We can flood feeds of any kind with this software to weaken the strongest of men before a soldiers foot touches the battlefield.” Crimson further explains while turning away from the reporter slowly.
Allison Clark looks down at the floor briefly then back up at Doctor Shoemaker as a slight grimace crosses her face.
“What is subject four’s greatest fear now?” The Wrestling Observer Reporter replies with a question.
Three lab tech’s come walking from the back of the lab. All three have their face covered and wear long white lab coats. They head straight for subject four that sits in the fourth chair alongside the fifth empty one. The IV is removed carefully then the two female tech’s take the headset off the young rich man. Subject four is then helped up by the two lab workers. They carefully walk him over to one of the large solid clear boxes. The male lab tech opens the door to the clear thick box. The two female workers walk subject four into the first large transparent container. They sit him down as the male worker comes in to help.
They all three then exit the box and a gas is suddenly pushed into the box from hoses hidden beneath the floor in the inside of the clear case. The gas brings subject four to completely and suddenly.
“Where… Where am I?” Subject Four calls out.
One of the female lab techs places a small google office assistant on top of the box. The blue light flickers to life as the creepy digital female voice comes to life.
“My name is Lucy. Welcome to Project:FURY. You have now been here for three weeks. We have completely re-programmed your brain to create a new deepest darkest fear for you.” The google box named Lucy calls out from atop the large clear case.
Crimson gets close to watch the strong man up close. Subject four sticks out his chest in complete defiance to show confidence.
“These changes can’t be undone by any means.” Crimson warns while staring into Subject four’s eyes from outside of the large clear case.
The doctor waits until the male lab tech has locked the door tight before instructing his three lab employees to take the next step of this real time test.
“Bring Winkie in.” Doctor Shoemaker calls out toward the back of the lab.
The three take off toward the back of the lab in the direction the doctor called out to. Crimson, Belladonna, and Allison Clark all watch for the three to reappear from the shadows of the back of the lab with real anticipation.
They come walking an unknown individual. It appears to be a clown. The three lab techs walk the clown closer and closer to the large case. The clown is unruly and twitches uncontrollably. The three workers have their hands full just guiding the clown over to the box, where Subject Four waits.
“Winkie is an out of work clown from Las Vegas. He smokes methamphetamine any time he can and is at this very moment… High as a fucking kite.” Crimson explains to the journalist as the three techs work the clown to the door.
Doctor Ethan Shoemaker then opens the door to the case. Subject four notices the clown and begins to shake slightly at the sight of him. Tommy gets down on his hands and knees alongside the case to study the subjects terror up close and personal.
“We used Subject Four’s parents addiction to speed from his childhood and a healthy fear of the circus due to an accident in his teenage days. We combined the two then used virtual reality plant it into his brain as his deepest darkest fear.” The Fury continues to explain while looking into the terrified eyes on Subject four through the thick glass.
The three lab techs push the clown inside the door and on into the case! The high clown sits directly in front of Subject Four now.
“Project FURY, Test One!” The google assistant Lucy calls out from the very top of the case.
Crimson comes up behind the case at the door just before the clown pounces on the test subject. Tommy tosses a VCR and screwdriver over the top of the clowns head on onto the floor directly in front of Winkie.
“Four minutes until loss of interest.” Lucy’s robot female voice calls out.
Winkie picks up the screwdriver and begins to carefully take apart the VCR in a wild tweak.
“Wonder what he will take apart after he destroys that VCR?” Crimson asks from his hands and knees alongside the case right where Subject Four cowers in complete fear.
The Fury reaches up with his right hand then begins to write on the clear case with a black marker.
“Subject pissed himself after thirty seconds in with his brand new deepest darkest fear. Subject four is weakened by the very sight of the tweaker clown.” Crimson writes across the side of the clear case in the solid black marker.
Winkie continues to take apart the VHS cassette player while the stockbroker continues to deteriorate before everyone looking on.
“Three minutes until Winkie murders you.” Lucy calls out from the speakers on each side of the google assistant.
Crimson watches with wonder as sweat pours off of subject four now. The man that went into the case almost melts in the floor from pure terror and dread of what the clown will do in three minutes.
The Fury reaches up with the marker to write on the case again.
“Subject Four skin has turned a pale white while complete panic has consumed him not even a full two minutes into test.” Tommy writes below the notes he wrote before.
“Two minutes until Winkie finishes destroying the VCR” Lucy calls out.
Subject Four is consumed with pure terror and slumps completely down on the floor of the case. A stench begins to emit from the case letting everyone know what’s happened. The subject then begins to shake from real fear. Sweat beads off his forehead.
“One minute remaining to live...” Lucy the assistant alerts.
A timer then comes to life on the wall over from the case in full view of Subject Four. He begins to shake even more as it hits thirty seconds. Terror consumes him whole and he goes into full shock. Subject Four ends up convulsing on the floor of the case that holds he and Winkie.
The door swings back open and the three lab techs quickly get Winkie under control. A shot from the male brings Winkie down from his high then puts him fast asleep. The two females then go into the case to tend to the test subject that continues to convulse.
“Is he going to die?!” The Wrestling Observer reporter asks out loud.
“He won’t die but he may be busted upstairs for good. Some minds can’t come back from facing down what they fear most. Four was manipulated to fear a clown on speed because that shit terrified him most. The remainder of his days will be spent in a straight jacket.” Tommy replies while slightly wrinkling his forehead.
The lab techs carry out Subject Four after Winkie is tied back down in the back of the lab. Four will have to be flown to a hospital by helicopter after the test.
“So you would consider this a failure then?” Allison inquires.
“Complete Success.” Crimson exclaims.
“How so?” The reporter digs further.
“We had a strong minded and successful male shit his pants within four minutes of being exposed to his new “fear”. Total success.” The Fury boasts.
The three lab technicians return to stand alongside the UCLA scientist, Dr. Shoemaker. Allison Clark peers over at the remaining three test subjects still locked into virtual reality. She points at them then turns to look up at The Fury.
“What about them?” The reporter calls out.
“They are “special”. I made a calculated guess as to who would be the top three wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling after SummerXXXTreme before I boarded that ship. We got applicants for the program from all over the world. These three most closely resemble Jordan, Ryans, and Fenris.” Crimson reveals.
The reporter and even her cameraman are surprised by this.
“So you are really doing all this just to further your career then?” Allison follows up immediately.
Tommy shrugs a bit then shakes his head in a disapproving manner at the young reporter.
“No shit. See… These men all stand in my way and I want to use them for test two. If I can mold them with using terror then I can do it worldwide on the Fury Network. I can send a signal to the masses for any agenda that profits me the most.” The Fury replies sharply.
The three lab techs along with Dr. Shoemaker begin to free the three men still tied to the seats with headsets all connected. The wires lead up into the ceiling of the underground lab. Belladonna, Tommy, and Allison all stand alongside each other watching this. Clark’s mouth is agape from what Crimson just told her. Simply speechless and bad for business for a journalist.
The three men are all paid volunteers in a sense. They signed up out of thousands of others from a link that appeared on the Fury Network weeks ago. These three all look similar to Ryans, Fenris, and Jordan. It’s uncanny to the reporter as the men are led to three different cases like subject four was just removed from.
“You aren’t going to do them like four, are you?!” Clark tears through the silence with a stern brow raise to completely disapprove.
“We are still studying these men closely.” Dr. Shoemaker answers while helping to put the Ben Jordan Subject into his solid clear case.
“How did you know these three would be the top three?” Allison inquires further.
Crimson turns then looks down to stare into the reporters curious eyes.
“I guessed. Had Jordan or Fenris been defeated at the PPV… I would have lost a ton of money from many bad people. However, my assumptions were perfect. Now we can begin to weaponize terror by studying these three.” The Fury answers.
The reporter continues to write in her notepad, totally overwhelmed by all of this. She realizes Crimson may be using money from anywhere to further his own career while creating a new way to torture the mind. A weapon many abroad would be interested in investing in. Allison also realizes that this scientist from such a prestigious college will further legitimize the work being done here.
The male lab tech carefully writes names on each of the cases. On the first, he simply writes, “Subject Jordan”. Then he walks to the second large case and writes, “Subject Ryans”.
The three men are still disoriented a bit after being in virtual reality for weeks on end. The three cases are all adjacent to one another with the final one out from the first two, forming a triangle of sorts. The male lab tech approaches the last case to write, “Subject Fenris”.
“The work we are doing here could save lives in wars like nothing else. Information will flow from the mouths of our enemies once this is aimed at them!” Dr. Shoemaker calls out as he approaches Tommy and Belladonna.
“Miss Clark doesn’t need to worry about what happens after the tests are done.” Crimson replies to the scientist before turning to face Allison again.
“People who know too much tend to disappear. I’d remember that.” Tommy threatens the reporter to her face.
The lab techs scurry around the large case that holds the Ben Jordan subject. The young man has been programmed to believe he is actually the roulette champion in the flesh.
The glass directly in front of the Jordan subject an image begins to project. A three dimensional render of Baang can be seen. Beaten and bloody in a show somewhere. This causes the subject to leap forward to touch the glass with the projected video. Tommy walks over and snatches the male lab tech’s black marker as he does so. The Fury squats alongside the case and watches the Jordan subject begin to weep from seeing the image of a destroyed Evie. Crimson writes on the side of the glass, “Subject Jordan began to weep at the three dimensional render of Ben Jordan’s wife being badly hurt. Subject believes without question that he is Ben Jordan.
Allison Clark watches on his complete disbelief. Subject Jordan touches the glass as if he has real love for the woman being projected on the screen. The heartbreak can be felt throughout leading Belladonna to grin wide.
“I can feel the pain. It’s sincere.” Belladonna calls out suddenly.
Crimson nods then watches the man inside the box weep for a life that’s not his at all. Tommy raises his left hand to signal a projection change.
A reel of Ben Jordan’s recent success plays on. The lookalike subject begins to grin while still concerned about the 3-D rendering. A three dimensional shot is projected of Crimson retiring the superstar in the very near future. The subject sees “failure” and becomes weak to see his greatest fear play out across the case that holds him.
“Terror: Failure.”, Tommy scribbles out across the side of the clear box.
“This is true of the real Ben Jordan. He fears failure more than anything else.” Tommy exclaims at the case while Subject Jordan cowers on the floor. Another video projects of the past failures of Ben.
The shows a rendering of the upcoming tag team match. An animated simulation that projects Jordan unable to compete with the other three.
This possibility terrifies the Ben Jordan lookalike test subject.
“Jordan’s will is what sets him apart. I can later prey on his fear of failure but now this is a weapon we both can benefit for. Will Ben let me down? I hope not for his own sake.” Tommy spews directly at the case while never taking his eyes off the test subject.
Crimson stands up suddenly and looks over at Dr. Shoemaker.
“I want you to amp up his terror of failure for the next week in virtual reality. Amp it all the way up until his fucking nose bleeds.” The Fury orders.
“You got it.” Dr. Shoemaker replies.
“What?!” Allison Clark responds wildly.
Belladonna turns toward her with a smile across her face. Crimson shakes his head with little patience left for this outsider that he, himself, brought into his new lab.
“This isn’t humane, Tommy.” The reporter replies sternly.
“They all signed contracts. This is all legal and we are licensed in every possible way. Nothing can stop me.” Crimson exclaims while slowly turning around.
The projection on the glass dies out and only a glitching inverted cross remains. Tommy then walks over to the case with the Ryans subject inside. The man inside favors the former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight World Champion. He even wears a pair of glasses much like those worn by The Miracle. The subject has been reprogrammed after weeks of living in virtual reality as Kristopher Ryans.
A projection glitches to life on the glass directly out in front of Subject Ryans. Mikah is shown kissing Tommy Crimson from SummerXXXTreme Vl. The subjects face turns red and real anger consumes him whole. A projection of Fenris holding the championship that Kris never lost follows to leave a steaming subject altogether.
“Rage consumes Subject R from images of personal displeasing imagery.”, Crimson writes on the side of the glass while Subject Ryans continues to hammer the inside of the case with real ire.
The first two encounters that Tommy and Kris had are then played for the subject. The losses cut deep back then but wounds heal. The kiss is then shown again and again on a loop. Subject Ryans loses it and begins to beat on the sides of the solid clear case.
“Subject believes that he is Kristopher Ryans.”, Tommy notes across the glass.
“These men were studied closely. Anything projected into the headsets that got a response was recorded extensively for this very test. The Ryans Subject gave the most resistance. What else is new?” Tommy jokes about his beloved foe’s doppelganger.
Crimson hovers over the case to look down on his test subject.
“Kristopher most fears being mediocre in any capacity. Much like Jordan, he fears for a love in his life. The difference being it’s another man’s wife. My last opponent’s wife in fact. Kris owes me for sending the house bitch back to the kitchen. Drake won’t be able to look at his wife let alone fuck her after the ass whipping I gave him. You’re Welcome.” The Fury reveals his opinion.
Tommy draws a heart on the top of the glass then simply writes, “Mikah”, in the center of his doodle.
“I got some tongue back, Kris. I think she may flick her bean to The Fury when no one’s around. Mean bitches always love them a legitimate bad boy. Mmm.” Crimson continues to enrage the subject with words that echo throughout the case to stir the rage about.
Tommy looks over at Dr. Shoemaker then yells out, “Make Subject R relive the kiss and relinquishing his title around the clock. If he breaks… get a new one.”
Crimson then turns around away from the Ryans Subject to stare at the Fenris one suddenly.
“You also fear him, Ryans. You will claim he’s not beaten anyone just as I could do… I refuse. See… I see a dangerous man in Fenris. A man that has everything to lose with everyone claiming he’s beaten a bunch of nobodies to become champ? Tsk. Tsk.” Crimson mocks Ryans now with his back turned to the doppleganger to face the Fenris Subject.
“I have taken my fortune and pumped it back into my craft. This lab attests to that. The work we are doing here will be all three men’s undoing. Fenris included.” The Fury boasts as he slowly walks toward the case holding the Fenris subject.
“That is what sets me apart from the rest. I am constantly pushing the envelope while others get comfortable with mediocre.” Crimson exclaims.
Tommy watches at the inside wall directly in front of Subject Fenris comes to life. The man sits barefoot inside with long hair just like the real Fenris. The man’s screen shows the SCW heavyweight championship then pans away to show it on the shoulder of Kristopher Ryans once more. Crimson begins to scribble notes on the side of the Fenris lookalike’s case.
“Subject F believes he is the champion. This subject wants to be the top guy more than anything else deep down no matter what he might say otherwise.”, Tommy writes. An outline begins to form on the screen behind a three dimensional Fenris that projects on the glass. A hint of Ryans and Crimson can be made out behind the champion, who sits on his knees in an empty place.
“This projection shows how this man thinks of himself after weeks of believing he himself is the world heavyweight champion. He has two weeks on the actual champion which means we are also time traveling in this motherfucker.” Tommy boasts openly while staring down the Fenris lookalike.
“Doubt in his ability also frightens this man but he has few fears where the other two have many. This fact alone means he is more dangerous at the moment in my legendary opinion.” The Fury reveals.
Crimson drops down to both knees alongside the case. Belladonna stands out from him while the rest watch on. AJ films everything as does the reporters cameraman.
“Please… I want you to be worthy of the honor bestowed upon you, Fenris. Do you believe you can compete on the same level as Kristopher Ryans and Tommy Crimson? I do. I want to mold that rage you have to create an equal.” Crimson exclaims while resting his head up against the glass to peer even deeper into the dopplegangers soul.
“I fear you are a cage rat that I won’t live up to the billing. If that’s true, Kristopher Ryans will eat your fucking lunch. Ben Jordan also wants to play in our proverbial top guy sandbox. That’s where I will bury all the bodies when I’m done.” Tommy threatens them all openly.
“Subject Fenris doesn’t scare easy. Fear needs further researched.” Tommy writes out on the glass to keep notes in plain sight.
Dr. Shoemaker walks over to the case holding Subject F.
“There is something else, Tommy.” The Doctor exclaims with reluctance in his tone.
The Fury swings around to face the scientist.
“What?” Tommy asks.
“They all share a single fear. One we have derived from deep into their very psyche.” Dr. Shoemaker explains.
“What is this fear? Can I exploit it?” Crimson further asks.
The scientist walks over to the far wall. A red lever is bolted to it and he uses both hands to pull the switch down. This causes the floor around the three cases to shift! Two tubes lift up from the floor to essentially connect the three cases together like “human lab rats”. Subject Jordan and Subject Ryans both exits their cases immediately out the small tubes that both intersect at Subject Fenris’s case. All three men are now in a case together. The doctor pulls the switch up to take the tube back down to the floor and sealing the doors shut back on the case holding all of the men up tight.
“They all have manifested one fear that they all three share. The degree of fear varies from each individual but all have a healthy terror level of this shared proverbial boogeyman.” Dr. Shoemaker explains while Crimson looks on in complete suspense.
The screen in the solid case begins to project the fear for all three subjects to see. The wrestling observer reporter continues her notes. Belladonna grins as the outline of the group fear begins to adjust to reveal none other than The Fury himself.
“You.” Dr. Shoemaker almost whispers.
“All of these men fear you in some form or fashion. Subject Fenris believes you are the biggest threat to his title reign while Subject Ryans knows you are. Subject Jordan believes you are the best alive and all consider you a considerable threat in each of their lives. It’s remarkable, honestly.” Dr. Shoemaker finishes explaining while the projection turns from Crimson to the bloody goat head logo then glitches to Tommy’s past antics.
The men all three huddle together to comfort one another.
“When a common threat is deemed the most severe but all three… They may band together to take out said threat. That’s your dilemma.” Belladonna Gray exclaims from behind the two men.
“Deals can be made with The Fury also. I will use anyone until I don’t need them any longer. All three men are disposable if it means it costs me otherwise. Ryans and I would draw the most money out of the four and that’s just a fact the other two have to live with.” Tommy replies in an almost snarl at the three men in the solid clear case.
“Continue to show these men my work. Haunt them with it. Stream it into the headsets twenty four hours a day alongside the other recommendations that I’ve given.” The Fury orders.
The wrestling observer reporter, Allison Clark, comes into the shot. Crimson and Shoemaker both look at her while she holds her notepad in her left paw while clutching a pen with the right.
“Do you believe the work you are doing here is unethical?” Clark asks Crimson directly.
Tommy ties back his crimson red hair with a rubber band while staring down the young reporter.
“Yes. I believe what I am doing here can’t be appreciated by someone with their own head so far up their own ass. You are so above what we are doing you are too far away to see the bigger picture. Living high on the ethical peaks of mount perfect. Fuck you.” Tommy exclaims at the reporter with real resentment throughout his tone.
“Will you implement these methods on future opponents?” Clark digs deeper.
“Of course. This work will show everyone my true genius. I will aim terror at anyone with precise accuracy. The work being done here will fatten my pockets with even more stacks of money. I am saving for the future while diving into the minds of any and all. These three men will all show me Sunday what the future truly holds.” The Fury boldly predicts.
Crimson adjusts his human skin jacket before grinning at his manager, Belladonna Gray. The two then proceed in the direction in which the group first entered the lab. The reporter and her cameraman chase after the pair while AJ continues to film all around the scene.
Dr. Shoemaker and his assistants all scatter about the lab to continue the research. Tommy stop suddenly then rushes back over to the case holding all three of the test subjects. He pulls down his pants then smears both ass cheeks against the glass. The men all sit humiliated by The Fury. A smear remains when Crimson pulls his pants back up then turns around to look at Ethan Shoemaker.
“Continue to work. I’m due in LA right now. I have to film but this here will be put into the vault and reported on by this cunt here. It will generate more money no matter what society deems it. Fuck em’.” Crimson exclaims while pointing at Allison, who frowns at the word.
AJ continues to film but the feed dies out with the group heading for the solid steel door to exit the hidden abandoned mineshaft. The screen glitches to a inverted cross suddenly.
Skid Row, Los Angeles(California)
Indian Alley
8/10/2018
4:43 P.M.
The hot sun of summer emits down on the city of angels. An overhead shot of the city shows the grand scale of it all. The shot drops slowly down aiming at the heart of LA.
An alley comes into focus from overhead that drops down into the side street suddenly. An unknown individual enters the alley from the street suddenly. The figure has long crimson red hair that hangs down to their shoulders. Camera angles from inside the alley glitch to life to reveal the beautiful artwork down this alleyway. One local artists dream of tagging one day. The large walls are covered with beautiful graffiti art of Native American culture.
One wall is hidden from the camera view from the right side to show the opposite wall that pans into focus slowly. It reveals the art in this section has been covered by what looks like an inverted cross in mid glitch. “Believe in Yourself” is written below it proudly. The individual is revealed to be Tommy Crimson after the shot glitches to his face. He stands before the large mural that has replaced the art below. This area’s art is often changed but Tommy has altered the subject matter substantially.
Crimson stands directly in front of the tall freshly painted inverted cross in half glitch. He slowly extends both arms out from his body then closes his eyes as the camera pans closer.
“Skid Row. Historically, one of the poorest areas in the United States. The perfect place to search for just the right test subjects. A local artist is a huge fan and decided to paint this image for all to see.” Tommy echoes throughout the long alley.
The Fury turns slowly to admire the huge art exhibit created in his name.
“Respect.” Crimson states then slowly turns back around to face the camera.
“I think that one word sums up what two men in my upcoming match yearns most for. How funny those two looking for respect are the top two company champions in Fenris and Ben Jordan… Tsk. Tsk.” The Fury disapproves.
Crimson slowly turns then begins to walk down the alley way away from his large painting that currently dries on the side of a building in the heart of Indian Alley.
The streets have been cleared for the most part to film here. Skid Row has the highest homeless population than anywhere else in the entire city of angels.
Crimson walks down the alley and the art is shown on both sides of the buildings that he walks down the center of. Beautiful art of Native American culture cover the old brick on both sides. Renowned street artists from all over the city consider this a true gem.
Cameras film from all over in the alley now switching between shots while Tommy walks along.
“I continue to push my craft to limits once thought insane. I have proven that all things are possible when I am involved. Sin City Wrestling is much like skid row right now. Lost to the undertow of society that it markets itself to. Bottom feeding marks who don’t know shit about what a Tommy Crimson does night in and night out.” Tommy’s voice booms between the two buildings in the infamous back alley.
The Fury walks through the alley while the art almost comes to life. A wolf with its head missing is shown. Another Crimson fan piece. A red headed man with a black feather in his hair is shown above the wolf holding its head with blood all around. Tommy recently discovered he has cherokee indian descent. Fans know this but not many others. Crimson stands in front of the painting to admire it.
“Nice. I wonder what this could mean?” Crimson asks then slowly grins to further taunt the world heavyweight champion and number one contender.
The Fury makes his way on down the alley to find a graffiti art of all four men in the squared circle. A white orb is painted around the miracle while Fenris has the missing wolf head from the other painting on his head in this artist rendition. Ben Jordan stands tall in the corner reaching for a tag while Crimson is a man made of fire in the painting. The artist put in feeling that can’t be described but rather experienced.
“A masterpiece hidden in a back alley. It’s ironic.” Crimson spouts out.
Tommy continues down the alley then comes to the end and looks out into Skid Row. There are no cars on the streets but people are everywhere. They all wear red wigs of long hair to look like Tommy Crimson! These are all homeless people that continue to live their lives for the cameras to film but all wear the wigs while doing so.
“The bottom feeders of the city of angels. The ones that got thrown away after life whittled them down to nothing. They are bare but tough and full of life still. They are lost souls looking for someone to come and pull them up from obscurity. A savior of sorts.” The Fury exclaims across the street.
“Men and women that gave life the best they had only to fail and end up here. Family turned on them and life hammered them with the truth of hard knocks. How poetic.” Tommy admires.
The homeless people all turn to look at Crimson as he walks out in the center of the street. All the overhead lights turn crimson red suddenly. A thunder cloud rolls in to hide the sun from the streets of Skid Row. Tommy walks out into the intersection then turns in a circle slowly to show all of the homeless people wearing wigs modeled after Crimson’s own head of hair.
“I feel safe amongst the filth because I came up in it. I find the brutality of it all to be safe and calming to me. The savior the people seek don’t wear a halo but carries a heavy wallet full of the mean green. Greed, addiction, and apprehension to accept adult responsibilities have led the lot of them here.” Crimson announces while slowly turning in a three hundred a sixty degree camera shot.
The drone comes in to show an overhead shot. A sea of red surrounds The Fury below from every homeless person wearing a Tommy wig.
“Who’s the real Tommy Crimson? Please stand up.” The Fury screams then follows with a slight laugh.
“These people all know the pain it takes to accept the hand you have been dealt. That’s what this is all about, boys.” Tommy exclaims wildly into the cameras at the three men he will share a ring with on Sunday night.
Crimson walks to the center as the homeless people all begin to stand and come closer in around Tommy. The overhead shot reveals every single one of them to form a pentagram around The Fury.
“Ben Jordan believes that Tommy Crimson is the best wrestler in all of Sin City Wrestling. What else could I ask for in a partner? He also admitted on the last show that he’s a sick man. Deteriorating before our very eyes each and every week. Telling a Kristopher Ryans that is fucking ignorant. Hashtag No Filter!” Crimson screams out wildly in the circle of homeless people who stand completely still to form the pentagram from overhead.
“Those things you told the world on Climax Control will come back to haunt you, Ben. I will use anything against you to mind fuck you into submission, yes. Don’t take your eye off the ball because of that fact. If you cost me this match… It’s untelling what could happen to Baang.” Tommy threatens his own partner with real malice intent.
The homeless people suddenly lift up any device they have stolen or acquired from other means. The screens of the many devices all have one image. A glitched gif of the inverted cross. The sun begins to fade in the sky and downtown the screens show up clear. The overhead shot reveals the creepiest scene ever coming from skid row with all the moving inverted crosses surrounding Crimson in a red sea of fake Tommy wigs.
“I’d hate for your wife to find herself in a mindfuck of her own like Mikah has.” Crimson threatens further in the sea of devices that show the glitching image.
Tommy then slowly turns around in a circle to see all the people that now surround him.
“Jordan much like the world heavyweight champion has found his way into mine and Kris’s “business”. Like I said before, Ryans owes me for whipping Mikah’s husband. Now he can fuck her without any real regret. It’s beautiful.” Tommy mocks his foe from the center of the crowd.
The people suddenly begin to back away from Crimson. They all hold the devices out to project the image of the now infamous inverted cross glitch. One of the men in the crowd falls out due to a seizure but not a soul stops to help him.
“The weak will fall at my feet and beg for mercy. I have none to give to any of them. Kristopher Ryans will come into this match being one of the best in the world as always while Fenris confidence will most likely shake in the quake that is my awesome wrestling ability. I stand as the best alive and I dare anyone to challenge that fact in this match. By all means, out wrestle the best pound for pound wrestler on planet earth. Ha!” Tommy continues to mock and spout like a wordsmith.
The Fury whispers all around, “Play dead.”
The people all fall to the pavement in unison. The scene overhead from the hovering drone shows the true scale of such a feat. “Dead bodies everywhere” by Korn slowly fades in over the shot while the sun fades away in the sky. The song continues to play as a satellite feed from space shows the state of California from high above. The state burns in every direction while The Fury spits fire on skid row. The shot pans in fast right to Tommy, who begins to walk on the bodies of the homeless who have fallen to the pavement.
The song by Korn begins to fade out while Crimson travels down Skid Row walking on the bodies of the misfortunate like makeshift sidewalks of suffering. This crowd was paid by Tommy with money that was invested by a certain lobby from Washington D.C.
Crimson paid them all and that’s why they listen to every word he says without a slight hesitation. Tommy continues to walk across the bodies as the cameras follow him closely. The Fury stops at three men that form a seat? One man sits on all fours while a man sits on his back facing Tommy. A third man behind him makes what can only be described as a homeless “throne”. Crimson slowly turns as he reaches the three men and carefully uses them all as a seat or throne of sorts.
“Kris… Haven’t we been here before? Times up? Sounds like a threat. I don’t really appreciate threats from weak little shits, who can no longer back it up.” Tommy lashes out aiming to hurt feelings.
“I don’t fear you, Ryans. You should know that by now. I welcome our next fight like I do air into my lungs to continue existing on. We could always injure Fenris in this match and it could be like the old times. You and I, one on one for it all. What do you say?” Crimson slowly leans into the camera with a wide grin across his face.
“No fucking way, eh? You want to preserve some sort of honor that doesn’t mean a goddamn thing in reality. Fenris is now the guy because you pussied out with an injury. Now we have to take over this company all over again because you dropped the fuckin’ proverbial “ball”.” Tommy’s eyes widen while he sits in a chair made of human beings down on their luck.
The Fury adjusts himself in the makeshift throne then directly looks into the camera that begins to pan closer.
“I fear no man still, Ryans. I want Crimson versus Ryans part five more than anyone else alive. I want to draw the most money as I possibly can… I can do that with you but not Fenris at this particular juncture. A goddamn cage rat that has zero business in a wrestling ring with yours truly let alone be the fucking world heavyweight champion. You’ve fucked us baaaad, Kris. That’s why I kissed your bitch… To get your full attention.” Tommy exclaims into the cameras while sitting on the homeless people like some sort of king of the poor.
“Did you believe this would be the end? I sit here like a king when in reality that’s a fairy tale. Kings are for children books with happy endings. We all know there’s no such thing here where Crimson lives and breathes. I promise to be the face of this company before the end of the year. I got the goods to do a hostile takeover, Kris. Once I change Mikah, you will break.” The Fury continues to unleash on The Miracle but slowly stands up out of his homeless person throne to stand on top of it to see the entire crowd from a higher position.
“Look at these paid peasants that don’t know their own fates. I do. I know what will happen to each and everyone of them because the grand plan still churns forward. Kristopher has done nothing to stop that fact in all of the time we have been measuring dicks in a wrestling ring. There’s a good reason for that. You None Can Stop Me. Simple as that.” Crimson’s voice booms all over Skid Row.
The Fury turns his focus toward the end of Skid Row. He can see flashing lights in the distance, where the police have cordoned off the entire area for Crimson to film this. A fleet of black vans sit alongside all of the police vehicles and the news media surrounds the entire scene to report on the unfolding
“Then there’s the current World Heavyweight Champion, Fenris. A self made man that came from human cock fighting to enter my legitimate business. Weak.” Tommy spews as he continues to walk on the homeless people that have created a makeshift walk way for him.
“The man doesn’t wear shoes and fears losing all that he’s earned thus far. I proved that in my lab but the whole world already knew that. You can pretend to not give a fuck all you like, kid. I can read the writing on the wall and it’s blood splatter from the last guy on this end. I know you can kick hard. Wow. What a show you are going to put on at the top.” Crimson continues to walk on the backs of the fallen homeless while heading for the flashing lights.
“You will need shoes just by the pace I cut inside a wrestling ring. I refuse to run you down for how you got to where you are… I would rather wait and pop that cherry myself come Sunday night. I want to see if you got it like Kris and I got it. Jordan too, for that matter. Both of you are unproven in your own eyes but those voices won’t die until you prove them wrong. Are either of you capable of that? Can you draw the type of money a Ryans or a Crimson does? I doubt it.” The Fury runs down both men simultaneously while continuing his slow walk toward the lights of the police that’s closed the whole area down.
Tommy finally reaches the end of Skid Row, where all the police are located to continue to cordon off the street to news media outlets and Crimson protestors alike.
The driver side and passenger side doors to each and every one of the black vans open in unison. Two people exit each of the large vans then circles to the backdoors. Each pair carefully swings open the back of the vans that number in the twenties. The police watch Tommy approach as does all of the people standing at the van doors that are all now open.
“Stand and be counted. Rejoice in the new lives you are about to embark!” Tommy screams over the huge crowd of homeless people all still wearing crimson red wigs in The Fury’s honor.
Everyone in the crowd then stands up and begin to mark in single file toward all the vans that are lined up inside the police grid. The news reporters strain to get even a tiny bit of information. The drone above shows all of the homeless people shuffling toward the many vans to begin loading up.
The Fury Studios cameras continue to film. One of the reporters outside of the grid is Allison Clark from the wrestling observer. She has followed Crimson around for a week straight but he refused to allow her near his “art”. His art being the video he continues to shoot. The cameras pan close to his face leaving a haunting image for all.
“These people are not loved nor missed by anyone. They are ghosts that remain alive with a pulse with no real meaning to any of their lives. They will be paid handsomely for the work they will do after becoming whole again.” Tommy announces while the vans continue to be loaded down with all the people wearing red wigs.
The drone hovers above to show the true scale of these people all leaving Skid Row. Tommy Crimson has stamped out the huge homeless persons issue in Skid Row. The mayor watches on from the police line completely stunned as vans begin pulling away to take these people off to a proverbial promise land.
The camera's focus in on Tommy once more. The sights and sounds of the unfolding scene is breathtaking from every possible angle.
“These people will help me destroy all three of the men I will share a ring with on Sunday. They are working for a greater cause to make us all safer by using terror to mold them into what society asks of them. I enjoy playing a god because the power I feel consume me from the knowledge I’ve gained from the human mind can only be measured with results. Those I intend to get at any cost.” Tommy spouts up into the night that has fallen over the city.
“Fenris will fold as has Kris before him. This winning streak that Ryans has been on can run off the wheels at any time. I fully intend on wrecking him with my greatest mind fuck of all time… In another time… At another place.” The Fury continues as the vans take load after load of homeless people off into the night.
“I want to show the world a new weapon that only I control the trigger to. A weapon once unimaginable that I can unleash on this business first to test then the world to sell. You three men will be my targets and there is no escape now. You are all marked as “the best of the best”, so lets fucking see it. I want the very best you got come Sunday so I can watch that tape over and over to best each one of you separately in the future starting with Ben Fucking Jordan.”