[Crimson]

 Epilogue



Deep in the hills of West Virginia there lives a special man. The hills have secrets here he will tell you. River Echo is a snake handling preacher. The thick lush forest of the mining state hides this practice. Churches throughout the appalachia area practice snake handling seriously every sunday.

River catches them out in the wild then confines the dangerous animal in a crate. He then will take that crate to church and the snake will be handled by the faithful. The faithful believe they will not be harmed by handling the poisonous snakes. If they are bitten most do not seek treatment due to God’s healing power. Many deaths occur every year from this practice.

This preacher is only twenty nine years old. His face is burned along with his back and right outer thigh. An accident when he was a very young child resulted in the horrific scars. Many have asked about them only to have River reply he couldn’t recall.

Snake handling was therapeutic for him but none of the people around the area knew where he had came from. A yankee that moved here not even a year ago now was running his own serpent handling church.

River would explain he was burned as a child then orphaned by both parents. The church was falling down and deep in the woods away from any real roads. Every sunday since opening it however, Echo would preach while holding up the dangerous reptiles. Sometimes three in each hand.

After relocating to West Virginia, River took an interest in wrestling. He would watch a few different promotions but really loved the one out of Vegas. Sin City Wrestling. River roots against Dmitri with real passion yet roots for Kristopher Ryans even though he is a complete dick on twitter.

Then a few weeks ago a new wrestler showed up. The preacher watches religiously after his church service every single sunday. This new guy has caused Echo to now have night terrors. The imagery Crimson pushes across the screen leaves the man of faith speechless week after week. The sunday before Halloween he was handling a serpent during a service and it bit him. The timber rattlesnake injected all it’s venom with one swift strike.

River did not seek treatment and instead rode it out. During the period he was in more pain than even when he was burned. The pain was deep and he knew Crimson had rattled his faith that led to the bite. Echo began making a video blog using youtube during his recovery.  

The video would show the suffering he endured for three straight days. At one point in the video River appears to die. No breathing for a full three minutes. Color would leave his face like a fog hovering across an open field. Echo begin breathing again but not heavy. This was all streamed straight to youtube with only one view at first. The video then began to circulate around the internet on social media. It exploded within hours and even reporters in West Virginia sought out River. He is now considered a missing person.







11/6/2017
10:13 p.m.
Grand Canyon(Look Out Lot. Five)
GC National Park, Arizona



Darkness has fallen over The Grand Canyon. One of the less popular lookout sites sits still. The wide spot off the side of the highway just doesn’t attract as many tourists. A car pulls off onto the gravel lookout throwing dust behind it with each turn of the wheels. The small nineties model porsche slows to a stop alongside the wide view of the canyon.

The small sports car sits for a bit before another vehicle drives down the road. The wide shot is overhead to show the entire lot. It slowly comes in as the other vehicle slowly approaches. The older panel van pulls up alongside the foreign sports car.

The camera shot pulls closer from overhead as the porsche door suddenly swings open. A red high heel pops out then another as both hit the ground flush. The unknown driver stands up and the silhouette from the moonlight leads the viewers to believe this is a female.

The unknown woman begins to apply lipstick then drops it in the seat after checking it in the mirror. She then pushes up her breasts then stands up to slam the car door. The echo from the slam goes on forever in the huge canyon.

The woman swings her hips as she walks toward the van. The driver is still inside, out of sight. The female walks over to the door and a new camera view comes into view. The view is from River Echo’s personal video. The preacher sits in the driver's seat of the van when Pixie Paradox is revealed. The attractive blonde leaves the shy preacher to turn red in the face. Pixie reaches through the driver’s window and pinches his cheek.

“I thought you were dead, Sugar.” Pixie calls out at River.

He turns his head slightly to hide the scars on his face. She grabs hold of his head and twists it back. Pixie then leans through the window and licks up the side of River’s head with her tongue! She licks the scar all the way up on the side of his skull. Echo moans slightly leading Pixie to giggle.

Paradox contacted River recently after she watched his video blog about Crimson being the devil. He told her in a Direct Message on twitter that he had a mission and only she could help. Only the two of them could take out such an evil man. Pixie agreed and they decided to meet at the Grand Canyon out of the state of California. Echo begins to weep then turns to Paradox.

He responds, “I wanted them all to think I was dead. I did die on camera but I was sent back with purpose.”

Pixie appears frightened by the confession. “Did you see God?” Pixie inquires in a whisper.

Echo leans back in the seat. Pixie’s saliva glistens on the side of his face from the moonlight shining through the windshield.

“God told me to get rid of Tommy Crimson. He said I was the only person on Earth capable of doing it.” River blurts out suddenly.

Pixie slides the door open of the van then hops in the back. A small mattress sits in the back of the van he bought outside of the airport in Denver. River took his life savings to get this far and intends to see the mission through. Pixie needs an ally to take down Tommy Crimson because she can’t do it alone. These two sit in awkward silence for almost ten minutes straight. Echo weeps again in the front seat while Pixie chews gum sitting on the edge of the crusty mattress.

“I will go to his home and do this. God said that Crimson was spreading an influence that could finish off the world. He claims this man knows this and enjoys carrying such evil out.” Echo calls out in the dark van.

Pixie uses the flashlight on her phone to illuminate the back of the van. Bulletproof vests and knives litter the floor. There is just one gun, a forty four magnum ruger revolver, from a gunshow in Utah. There are far more knives but just the one gun. Pixie realizes this man means business. He’s not just some crazy fan. Pixie notices beside the mattress are boxes that are covered in a sheet. She yanks it off quickly.

“AHHHHHH!” Pixie screams out!

The boxes are crates with plexiglass sides. The crates are full of live dangerous rattlesnakes. Pixie falls back on the mattress as Echo slides the van door open. He hops in then quickly picks up the sheet. River carefully drapes it back over the crates to hide the serpents.

“My pets will help in my endeavor.” Echo admits openly.

There is one bullet on the floor of the van. Pixie snickers a bit at this man on a mission having just one bullet. She loads it into the large revolver then closes it. Paradox then spins the cylinders causing real concern for Echo. The cylinder stops as she sticks the barrel into her mouth.

*CLICK!*

Pixie giggles then sits the gun down on the mattress. River’s eyes widen from the realization of this woman’s mental condition. The barrel of the huge revolver smeared her red lipstick a bit. Pixie licks her lips to taste the gun oil from the weapon.

River slumps down on the mattress. He pulls a hood up over his head. The front of the hoodie reads, “The Miracle”. The SCW merchandise is officially licensed. The mixed message of his hero as of late has this man scrambling to find a real positive direction. Pixie notices the hoodie but ignores it. She spins the cylinder of the big gun once more then fires it with the barrel in her mouth again.

*CLICK!*

“Crimson sacrificed our child to the devil to further his career to even greater heights.” Pixie admits as a tear streams down her left cheek. Echo hides under the hood but reaches over and wipes her tear. “You can have more babies.” River replies softly.

Paradox turns away then hops out of the van through the side sliding door.

“No I can’t.” She stammers as she gains her balance in the heels on the gravel. Pixie does regain it then turns around to face Echo.

“When the trade was accepted for my unborn baby… It dried me up. That’s my punishment for allowing my baby to be traded for success. I can have no more.” Pixie weeps out.

She walks over and picks up the gun again then spins the cylinder a third time. She sticks the barrel in her mouth but before she can drop the hammer with the trigger, Echo takes hold of the gun. He carefully holds the hammer back not allowing it to fall. Paradox grins slyly with the barrel still in her mouth. She sucks the barrel into her mouth a bit before letting it go. River pulls the weapon away from her then releases the hammer. The gun fires in the van nearly causing both Echo and Pixie to go deaf.

They hold their heads while swinging around in some sort of pain dance that will end the intense ringing. River got the worse of it by still being in the van when it fired. Pixie giggles then sighs a bit after realizing she could have ended all her suffering had River not stopped that hammer. She sighs again briefly then turns to River.

“Why do you think you can stop him? He is the smartest man I have ever met. Anything he wants, he gets.” Pixie warns Echo in a stern tone.

Chills go up and down River’s arms suddenly. Even Paradox notices when he extends them out from his body. “Are you cold, Sugar?” Pixie asks with real concern.

Echo stands up out of the van with his ears still ringing. He walks right past Pixie then slowly approaches the railing. She gives chase but he slowly crawls over the railing then uses both arms to hold onto it from behind. Pixie slowly walks up behind him. The moonlight washes over the sides of the deep canyon for only so far before before darkness consumes all light.

“How will you get him if you are dead, River?” Pixie asks as she blows a bubble with her chewing gum.

River breathes heavily, still very weak from the snake bite just mere days earlier. His chest heaves up and down as he peers down into the abyss below. “What if he gets me? Did you see what he did to Kristopher? That evil son of a bitch changed The Miracle.” Echo replies in a whisper.

Pixie approaches the railing then slumps down on it. This shakes it a bit causing River to clutch it even tighter from behind.

“He had sex with Casey Anthony to conceive another child. So I got even.” Pixie boasts proudly.

Echo turns slightly to inform Pixie that she has his attention. A sly grin crosses the ex amatuer porn actresses face.

“See… I took Casey to Mexico. I sent her to the market three days ago in a part of Juarez notorious for sex trafficking kidnappings. Sure enough… They got her. Who knows where she was sent or who bought her.” Pixie coldly explains her dirty deed with glee.

Echo gasps from the statement. Paradox just stares out into the darkness without any emotion. The cold blood coursing through her veins on full display. River turns to her while still holding the railing tight then replies, “Why would you do such a thing?”

Pixie laughs then stands up from her current slouching position to spin around toward the vehicles.

“To kill the bloodline. After he’s gone there will be no more Crimson’s of any kind.” Pixie blurts out. Then blows a bubble with her gum again. She pops it, pulling the gum back into her mouth using her tongue. Pixie then turns back toward Echo. She approaches from behind slowly then leans her head carefully against his back.

“I can’t get do this without help. I need you, Echo.” Pixie whispers from behind the scarred preacher.

Suddenly River’s eyes light up. A little color returns to his face. Slowly he crawls back over the railing then props himself against it. Echo continues to cover his hideous appearance using a hoodie. Pixie slowly turns to him and peels it back off his head.

“I wear a mask because I am insecure. I have Tommy Crimson’s initials carved in my forehead because I’m mad. The thoughts I have in my head are not that of a well person. I want to watch Tommy die. I want to be there in person.” Paradox informs the preacher.

River sits down on the ground then props his back against the railing. “I got some medicine that will make you feel better!” Pixie calls out then immediately takes off toward her ageing sports car.

She comes back with a shot flicking it with her right index finger. She then adjusts her arms to work them in and out of the shirt. After a brief moment she retrieves her bra from underneath the shirt. Pixie then ties it around the arm of the snake handling preacher. She pulls it tight then uses her free hand to flick at River’s veins. One pops up and she slowly sticks it with the needle. Pixie draws back the plunger of the shot to draw blood into it. Once the blood draws back into the syringe she plunges the contents of it into the arm of the preacher.

“What… What is this medicine?” Echo asks in a daze.

Pixie grins then replies, “Heroin.”

The overhead shot then begins to rise away again as Pixie begins to help the weakened and now high preacher back to his panel van. They walk slowly and River staggers a bit but she keeps him on his feet.

They make it to the van and lays him out across the mattress. The preacher is flying high on black tar heroin. Pixie slides the door shut as the camera view continues to rise slowly up from the top of the van. A zipper dropping can be heard. “You can trust me, Echo. I’ll prove it.” Pixie calls out from inside the van.

After the sound of shuffling clothing, the van begins to shake a bit followed closely by moans. The van continues to shake as Pixie rides the preacher out of sight inside the van. The camera view continues to rise as she calls out, “No, Uncle Ronnie! I’m just thirteen!”

“What?!” A very high River Echo replies quickly.

“I use to get raped at family gatherings. Ha! I’m 26 now, Fuck me!” Pixie reveals her age to counter her own brutal revelation about her teenage years during a sexual act.

The shot fades as the van begins to shake.





11/7/2017
Malibu, CA
Paradise Cove Beach Cafe
2:31 p.m.


The sea breeze blows through the gourmet restaurant. Mickey Short sits at a table with the mayor of Los Angeles county. The two men wait patiently to order. A third guest to this meeting has yet to arrive. They throw back a few alcoholic drinks as if nervous while they wait.

A camera from the corner films and the feed also picks up the security cameras. The wide shots bounce from one to another before settling on a shot from the side. A black antique lincoln continental pulls up in the front of the fancy eatery slash coffee shop.

The blood red interior of the solid black car indicate to the two men waiting that the third man has finally arrived. Tommy Crimson steps out of the driver’s side door. He stands up and hands his keys over to a valet to be parked.

Tommy is wearing a suit jacket over a Pantera t-shirt. His jeans are worn and torn. The other men both feel he is under dressed for such an important meeting. Both men he’s meeting are wearing a suit and tie. Crimson ties his red mop back as he enters the restaurant. He informs the front desk who it is he is there to meet. The female running the front desk takes him back to the best table in the entire place where both men waiting are seated. The director stands up first extending his hand out at Tommy.

“Mr. Crimson! Welcome to Malibu, my friend!” Mickey short exclaims while displaying the fakest of fake smiles at Tommy. The director slash movie producer then introduces the other gentlemen with little hesitation, “This is Mayor Johnny Sweets and he runs this entire area. Any sudden changes in permits have to be taken up with him before they can be pushed through.”

Crimson leans back in his seat after shaking the director's hand. The mayor made clear by not extending a hand to Tommy about how he feels about this meeting.

The director rolls his eyes at the mayor then chimes in, “He is a big time christian.”

“Ohhh. Then that explains his enthusiasm.” Crimson replies.

The african american mayor crosses both arms then looks away from Crimson. Tommy stares right at him while leaning back in his chair and talking to the director.

“Does he know why we are here?” Crimson asks the director without taking his gaze from the politician.

“Oh yeah. He knows.” Mickey replies while also glaring at the mayor.

A waitress walks into the wide shot suddenly.

“Are you ready to order now?” The waitress calls out at the three men.

”Not yet.” Mayor Sweets answers.

The young woman takes off in the direction of another table. The Mayor watches her ass as she walks away which leads Tommy to grin.

“She’s awful young, Mayor.” Crimson calls out at the horny politician.

The mayor looks away immediately then continues to avoid eye contact with Tommy. Mickey chimes in, “Look Sweets, I just bought the rights to turn a book Crimson has written into the next big thing in horror films. To finish this deal I have an obligation to attempt to get you to give us a permit to film tomorrow night.”

The mayor appears unfazed by the statement. He turns to the director still avoiding Crimson altogether.

“I refuse to give that vile piece of satan shit any permit for anything, Mickey.” Mayor Sweets erupts. He then leans in close to the director to further intimidate.

“I will end your fucking career if you don’t get that monster away from me.” Sweets continues to show his anger.

Tommy watches the mayor close but the politician makes sure to not even acknowledge his existence. This would drive most men completely mad. This is no ordinary man.

Tommy reaches in his jacket and retrieves a small brown envelope. He holds it up then brings it back down flush on the table top.

“It’s the men with the most power that are often times the toughest to break.” Crimson coldly exclaims across the table.

The comment leads the mayor to finally turn to face Crimson. Tommy leans in closer across the table facing the politician.

“I don’t conform to anyone in any position located anywhere. I have people that follow me everywhere I go, eyes white with Crimson influence. You are just a man that think’s he’s in the admiral's chair when it’s you Mayor that in fact has zero control.” Tommy threatens the high ranking city official openly.

Mickey Short quickly interjects to ease the tension, “This horror movie is about the life of this man, Tommy Crimson. It will change how horror films are made if we do it proper. Without that permit for tomorrow night, we lose this. The city loses this.”

The mayor shakes his head to indicate not just no, but a hell no. Crimson grins at him leading the mayor’s eyes to further widen from real rage. Tommy tosses the brown envelope at the politician then props both elbows up on the fancy table top. He rests his chin on both hands while staring at the mayor.

“That envelope could change your life, Mayor. The contents are earth shattering for you.” Tommy informs Mayor Sweets.

This information causes the high ranking politician to pause then quickly snatch up the envelope. He slips out what appear to a small stack of photo’s. The camera filming has the wrong angle to catch even the slightest glimpse of the photos. The mayor's face turns from anger red to frightened white in mere seconds. The smugness holding his shoulders up high gives way to a humped over slump at the very sight of the pictures.

“It would be terrible if Mrs. Sweets got ahold of those photos. What if little Ericka or Wanda saw them on the news this evening? Do you think they would enjoy dinner knowing what you do in movie theatre bathrooms with random strange men?” Crimson inquires to even further push the closeted republican’s back against the wall.

Sweets sits in silence for a what seems like forever. He wonders how this man has nailed him to the wall like this. The Mayor thinks there is no way then looks over at his assistant and body guards at the front of the restaurant. All three men have solid white eyes and stare blankly back at him.

The now frightened mayor turns to Crimson then replies in a broken voice, “What did you do to them?” He stammers in disbelief.

Tommy turns around and realizes the high ranking city official is referring to the white eyes of everyone accompanying him that he trusts completely. Crimson turns back around to face the mayor and stands up to lean in real close. The camera’s pick it up clearly.

“They were blind with political influence. I showed them the way to be a complete human being by forgetting about morals and any other insignificant outdated thoughts. I restored their sight using my influence. The unbiased and non materialistic minds they possess now will allow them to further my message. They are useless to you now. Lost to the Legion of Crimson.” Crimson finishes off what will the mayor had left. The frightened politician shuffles the photos back into the brown envelope then tucks them inside his sports jacket.

“I will close the busiest freeway in america on short notice tomorrow night for you. You have my word and personal guarantee.” The mayor promises Crimson wholeheartedly.

Tommy slumps back in his chair as the once powerful mayor now cowers in his seat. The director smiles after the exchange and rubs both hands together indicating he is now hungry. Tommy stands up then winks at Sweets, who turns away in shame from Crimson.

“We start filming in January, Tommy.” Mickey announces proudly.

“Don’t ruin my fucking movie, Mickey. I’d hate to do you how I just did this bitch here.” Crimson taunts the director by pointing at the still frightened mayor. Mickey Short shakes his head in total agreement.

“You are going to help tomorrow night too. This will be the most expensive promotional video ever shot in wrestling history. The budget you gave me leaves no doubt about that whatsoever. I want to make history and anything less than that I consider a personal failure.” Tommy exclaims at Mickey then points at the mayor once more to even further his point.

“I break people for a living. I kill heroes. There’s only one left and I will take care of that little shit sunday night. If this promotional video is a failure there may not be a Mickey Short around to do the fucking horror movie I wrote.” Crimson continues.

“Do you understand, motherfucker?” Tommy asks the director directly.

Mickey shakes his head to indicate that he does understand.

“I can’t hear you? You speak when I fuckin’ speak to you.” Crimson barks sharply at the successful director.

Short looks down at the table top like a little puppy or small child being disciplined for misbehaving. “Yes, sir. It will be the best promotional video ever shot for any wrestling company that’s ever existed. I assure you I will further your career so much with just one video. I swear on my kids.” Mickey assures Crimson with a swear.

“You may not be around for them if you fuck this up. Got it?” Crimson asks once more to ensure his director understands without any confusion.

“Yes. I got it.” Short replies like a lost puppy.

Crimson turns and walks away from the table. The mayor has began to weep as the director stares out at the ocean trying to figure out what he has gotten himself into. Tommy walks out the front door of the fancy eatery and waits for his car by the curb. The valet slowly pulls the classic antique lincoln around. The young man working his way through college pulls the car to the front alongside Tommy. The valet has solid white eyes now. Crimson walks up to the passenger door and peers in. The young man rolls the window down then asks, “Where to?”

Tommy appears to think for a moment then replies, “Take me back to my new compound in Malibu. I’ll show you the way. Forget this job, you now work for me.”

The valet then leaps out of the drivers side and rushes around the side of the car. He opens the back suicide door of the lincoln. Crimson slips in the backseat then relaxes amongst the blood red interior. The valet drives the two men off toward the property Crimson recently purchased.  

A homeless man is laid out across a bench at the first red light the car comes to. The man has short shorts on and a big white beard. “Ron” is written across the button up shirt that he no doubt stole. A newspaper covers his lap that leaps up and down. The man’s hand is underneath the paper and he is masterbating causing the paper to jump. There is a message written upon it. In red written across the heaving newspaper reads, “All Your Heroes Are Dead”. Tommy grins at the sight of this and the car continues on as the scene fades.




11/8/2017
Interstate 405(Interstate 10 junction)
Los Angeles, CA
8:34 p.m.


The busiest interstate in America is full of life on this night. Traffic is backed up for miles upon miles. Between mile marker one and two on the Interstate ten junction sits a huge overpass. Traffic is halted completely headed toward the greater Los Angeles area.

Two LAPD helicopters hover above the overpass. A crowd stands on both sides of it below on the highway. There are no cars but many road flares about. A huge crowd below the overpass are all carrying signs protesting something. Everyone of the people have solid white eyes.

There are camera’s everywhere. Every angle is covered by the largest budget ever for such an endeavor. Movie studio quality camera’s feed the shots back to be produced as two large billboards come into view with a wide drawn out shot of the scene. They sit on each side of the large freeway just before the overpass. Police lights wash over the side of the concrete. The LAPD have this all under control. They are diverting most traffic to an alternate route for now but the protesters numbers continue to grow.

The choppers spotlight below on the overpass to reveal no traffic on it either. Between the two covered billboards on the overpass stands an unknown person. The protesters below hold signs that read, “Death > Heroes”. “There are no such things as miracles”, reads another. Others have explicit material about positive role models. The helicopters converge both spotlights to the person on the overpass.

Tommy Crimson’s hair is thrown about by the blades of the choppers. Wearing his ring gear and now infamous jacket. The global superstar has both eyes closed and both arms extended out from his body. Every few moments he slightly shakes his head as if he is getting psyched up for something.

Police are all over. The mayor made sure to have enough police presence to protect everyone involved. Blue then red lights wash over Crimson’s face while his hair still flies around. A filming drone comes in close and he mutters, “Mom’s Spaghetti”. The reference to the eight mile film indicates he is about to spit fire.





The helicopters slowly begin to lift higher into the air. The spotlights still meet at Crimson on the overpass. The director calls the drones in and continues to roll the expensive cameras.

Tommy turns slightly and something glistens in the light. The Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship is draped over Crimson’s left shoulder. The scene continues to unfold all around Tommy. The police circle the entire scene and now hundreds of protesters stand underneath the overpass and all around. The shot widens to show the true extent.

Thirty four different camera views then all focus on Tommy at once. His red hair now resting on his shoulder after the helicopters have risen high enough. The sound people all prepare for the words of The Fury.

Every single protester below suddenly stops chanting and generally being angry suddenly to stop and turn to the overpass. They all then look up at the exact moment Crimson steps up to the plate.

“You foolish bastard. What did you think I wasn’t going to show up? I don’t do that or half ass anything I do like you did at that Pay Per View. You have no cop out, fuckhead. Check out my new strap.” Crimson boasts boldly at all the cameras.

“I beat you and left you for dead. I didn’t give a single fuck if you died on that mat that fateful night. I got no time for half assed over pushed fuck boys like you.” Crimson grins slightly after the insult to Kristopher Ryans.

“We all get it you use to be a bad guy. You got clean and saved yourself from yourself. I don’t care. No one else does either. They all see a confused hipster like I do. We can’t figure out if you are good now or bad. This aspect of your game leads me to believe you can’t compete with the likes of me. I’m not knocking on any fourth wall either, it’s the truth. You are a hot mess.” Crimson informs his opponent of his shortcomings.

“You had a good run. You beat so called contenders time after time. Some of those men you defeated a few times. Kristopher then lost this strap to the first true contender to step up. I will be a better champion than you ever was.” Tommy promises Kris wholeheartedly.

Crimson takes the belt of his shoulder then holds it up to his face using both hands. He stares at the face of his championship belt then continues.

“SCW protected you by booking you against inferior talent. They took care of the golden boy to not hurt his little ego so he wouldn’t rant and rave on twitter like a thot who’s check didn’t come on the first of the month.” Tommy continues to berate Kristopher while staring at his championship.

“I won’t be protected because I am so controversial. I won’t be a chicken shit that parades around like a hero like you do either, Kristopher. This is how a proper fucking champion behaves. Watch And Learn.” Crimson instructs then turns toward the cameras holding his belt out.

“Dmitri… Do you want this? You can have a shot anytime you see fit. You can have Kristopher’s obligated rematch that he refused. I dare you to face me under roulette rules. Are you a bitch like I think? Or will you fight? I’ll be waiting….” Crimson openly challenges the main eventer to a championship match anytime.

A sly grin crosses his face after realizing this will set the wrestling world ablaze. Dmitri verses Tommy Crimson for the Roulette Championship is Main Event anywhere in the world. Crimson then turns his focus back solely to Kristopher Ryans after slinging his belt back over his shoulder.

“Did you see how I just challenged one of the best wrestlers here? That’s what having a sack looks like, Kris. You weak piece of shit. They coddled you until they fucking ruined you. Now you look like a lost little vegan against a far superior opponent like myself. I can’t sell this shit with you being in the shape you are in. What a fucking asshole.” Crimson continues to run down Ryans.

“Don’t you see, Kris? You are the last hero standing… Sorta. And by what I have done to you with my influence even that has began to fade in you, Kris. Exhibit A.” Crimson points out at the huge billboard on the right side of the freeway. The shot extends out to show Tommy and the two covered billboards in one frame.

A worker wearing a solid white ski mask pulls a rope at the bottom of the billboard. He yanks it and it falls for what seems like forever. The billboard is revealed to be a tweet by one, Kristoper Ryans from the previous day.



“You are slut shaming and doing many things a hero is unable to do in these politically correct times. Do you realize this isn’t a very wholesome thing to do, right? That corner you say you turned seems to be holding you by the shoulder… just a tad. You are stuck in shtick limbo with zero direction and even less ambition. You can’t beat Harris. What a fucking joke. Only one man in SCW is capable of that. You know, the same guy that fucked you up at High Stakes.” Crimson gets it all out in a single breath then smiles at the burn.

Tommy walks over to the edge of the overpass. The police begin to get nervous afraid Crimson will rile up the crowd and possibly start a riot. He gets over to the hip high concrete barrier. He leaps up on it and the police chief below gasps. The cameras close in as Tommy uses his immaculate balance to stand on the extremely dangerous ledge. He then points at the other billboard that is covered. A man wearing a pig mask pulls the rope at the bottom. The large white cover falls like the previous one on the opposite side of the freeway did. This huge billboard is of a Mercedes Vargas tweet. A reply to Kristopher Ryans.



“Owned. That’s what happens when a little snatch like you trolls a multiple time world champion. I love the words she chose because she also can see what I see. You don’t know what the fuck you are. How many world champions do you know that’s fucked up like you are? Zero.” Tommy crunches the numbers for Kris, free of charge.

“Kris you are just an internet troll gone awry. You can’t beat me and you know it. Asking for this match was so fucking stupid. Now I will just beat you again and you look even weaker. If that’s possible at this point.” Crimson exclaims with precise malice intent.

“She owned you where everyone can see. Just like I will do. I paid to have these billboards stay here for awhile. Don’t worry though, this is just the busiest highway in all of america. I’m sure they will all continue to believe you are a good human being.” Tommy sarcastically snaps.

The crowd of protesters below stand still and look up at the leader of the dead eye society. The drones hover above to continue to film. The choppers spotlights converge together on Tommy once again.

“See… Ryans, you believe if you defeat me after what I have achieved it will now propel you to the main event with real momentum. The flip side of that, is that I beat you again then beat Dmitri if he accepts. Then what, Kris? Then there’s only one true number one contender to the ultimate prize. I don’t like standing in line so watch as I leapfrog you completely.” Crimson drops the truth on Kristoper with brutality and without mercy.

“You aren’t ready for Harris. I know you believe that and that is what you are focused on. I’m focused on you. I take it one opponent at a time and that’s why I haven’t lost a match in six months. I fight real competition not cookie dough cut opponents to smash to propel a false idol to further heights. You are exposed.” Tommy laughs then slightly shuffles his feet.

Crimson carefully turns around on the ledge to face toward the overpass. The camera shots all focus on him once more. The crowd below all now stand looking up at Tommy, who’s back is now to them all.

“That widowmakers curse you will say hasn’t worked, when in all actuality it has two more months to take hold. Anytime you get sick now or even the slightest cough will cause you to pause. You will ask yourself if this is it? I’m in your head already. This should be easy.” Tommy wrings his hands together then falls back! The police scatter and the overhead shot slows down the fall. Crimson spreads his arms out and just falls back off the ledge of the overpass. He closes his eyes as gravity sends him toward the crowd below.

The slow motion shot shows the fall from every possible angle. The crowd below all continue looking up halting all protesting completely. Crimson falls in slow motion for what seems like a lifetime. He falls into the center of the crowd when the camera loses complete sight of him. The camera draws into the center of the large crowd that’s gathered. Suddenly a path widens between the people and Tommy walks out unscathed. The crowd apparently caught him before he could fall to his certain death. Crimson struts towards the camera and now both billboards of the tweets can be seen. Tommy looks at one then over at the other and smirks.

“Wow. How can you compete with all of this, Kris? Are you going to talk for four fucking hours again? I hope so. I know I’ve exposed you to the higher ups as exhausted and without a creative bone left in your body. Goddamn, you are so fucking borrrrrrrrrring.” Crimson draws out the last word to express his distaste for Ryans work.

“Now Kristopher wants you all to believe that he’s lost everything now… He’s a dangerous man with nothing left to lose.” Crimson informs the audience.

Tommy continues walking toward the cameras as they draw back to keep him in focus. The helicopters have lowered a bit and now use the lights to spotlight Crimson on the road below the overpass.

“Ryans has everything to lose in this match. I confirm everything I’ve said here tonight with a win. He proves to Harris he is world champion material with a win. The stakes couldn’t be any higher, last pay per view name pun intended.” Tommy jokes before stopping dead his tracks. The police cars surrounding the major freeway shutdown by blackmail to film this extravaganza.

“Let’s face it, Kris. I am better than you. You run a promotion and wrestle at others. You are spread out all over. Ryans doesn’t have the time to face the challenge again that stands before him. I believe if I beat him he will leave SCW. That’s a bitch move which as you can see is in his wheelhouse.” Crimson points at the two large billboards on either side of him.

“You can say I didn’t change you. I did. I proved to you that the top of the card is no place for your skinny ass. Three matches in, I took your fucking belt. I’ve left you without direction and totally confused as to where your place in SCW is. Delusional Fuck.” Tommy insults once more.

“I spent more here tonight than you will make this year. I made sure to tell you everything here tonight every wrestler in the back has wanted to for a solid fucking year. I’m not afraid of you in any capacity. You are half assed all the way around, Pride proves that.” Crimson uses the personal attack to sting Kris.

The crowd of protesters with solid white eyes all turn and begin to follow Crimson. He walks toward the flashing lights.

“I mean what else is there to say? I know you are upset that I have totally ripped you apart here tonight. Fuck you and I mean that. I hate to do this but you know what time it is, Kris?” Crimson inquires his opponent directly into the cameras.

A protester from the side tosses something to Tommy. The spotlight from the choppers reveals it to be a shovel. A beautiful one at that. A solid gold plated head with a handle that is also gold plated. Crimson holds it up to his chest using both hands. He looks at the camera with his eyes shut. He opens them to reveal solid whites like all the protesters surrounding him now.

“It’s time to bury you. I only bring this shovel out for the biggest cocksuckers in this business. Trolls are apart of that. That means you, Kris.” Crimson exclaims. A protester brings Crimson’s Roulette Championship to him that he lost in the crowd after the high fall from the overpass. He holds his arms up while still holding the shovel. The blonde female wraps the championship around his waist. She hooks it in the back then disappears back into the large crowd.

“I took what I wanted from you. This has become personal for you. That’s why you will never be as good as me, Kris. Emotions. Feelings. Pity.” Crimson explains.

“All those things you cling to then proclaim has changed you, did change you. Now you are just a troll that use to have real edge. How is SCW suppose to push that shit against someone legit like Harris? They can’t.” Tommy drops more truth on his opponent in brutal fashion.

“I have flipped everything upside down with what I bring to the table in SCW. My art and branded controversy sells tickets that a Ryans is simply incapable of. Let’s face it… This championship has a more of a solid “shtick” than Kris does. Notice how I use that “word” to avoid using the other carefully in order to not bring the marks out from their mothers basements. I’m a genius. Yeah, I said it. What are you going to do about it? Not shit.” A sly grins crosses the villain's face as he spins around to face away still holding the golden shovel.



One of the helicopters above begins to lower as the other flies off north in a hurry. The three dimensional camera was also used during the filming and shows the chopper lower. The crowd disperses away from Crimson. He stands still never taking his gaze from the cameras.

The helicopter continues to lower. A ladder is suddenly tossed out from above Tommy’s head from the chopper. The flimsy ladder unfolds then the slack hits the ground beside Crimson in a pile. The cameras all film as the champions hair is tossed about from the blades spinning. Crimson takes hold of the ladder with his right hand and holds the golden shovel with the left. A drone with lucas sound capabilities comes in to film. Tommy turns to it slowly.

“I’m Coming.” Tommy screams out at the drone as the helicopter begins to lift up. Crimson is pulled up still holding onto the ladder. He climbs on up into the chopper as the cameras film on. The shot turns to slow motion as the champion is taken off and away into the Los Angeles skyline. The scene fades with police using tear gas on the crowd of white eyed protesters.


Three Hours Later…



Malibu, CA
Our Lady of Malibu Catholic Church(Parking Lot)
12:21 p.m.


An old panel van pulls into the near empty parking lot of the Our Lady of Malibu Catholic Church. The church serves most of the catholic residents of Malibu. This hour is sits quiet but the doors are open. The van parks and the engine dies. The side door suddenly slides open. Pixie Paradox steps out. She stretches after the long ride from Utah to LA.

The scarred preacher then opens the driver door. He stumbles out then quickly brushes past Pixie. He retrieves an old piggly wiggly paper bag. He retrieves a brand new super soaker from 1992 out of the ancient bag. Pixie watches on completely confused.

“What are you going to do with that?” She asks immediately.

“I will show you.” River replies in a whisper.

Pixie steps out of the van leading Echo to slide the door shut. He hides the antique water gun under his hooded jacket. The two walk toward the church slowly. Three cameras film out of sight then the camera’s inside the church pick up as they enter the front door. The time is stamped on the feed as the two slowly approach a large fancy stone bath. It is full of holy water. They avoid the priests and Pixie distracts the other few members inside the church while River fills the water gun to the brim with blessed water.

Echo unscrews the tank then dips it into the deep container of water. Air escapes the hole of the plastic tank leading bubbles to surface. River submerges it completely underwater to fill it quickly. Pixie does lookout while he does this. “Got it.”, River finally exclaims.

The two then carefully exit. A preacher stops Pixie then holds both her shoulders.

“You need God my dear.” The priest encourages Paradox. She replies with a sharp headbutt! The shot sends the man of god to the floor in a pile! River covers his mouth in total disbelief. Pixie spits on the preacher then calls out, “Don’t touch me, Motherfucker. Haha.”

The two then run out of the church and down the concrete steps toward the van. The priest inside snores on the floor completely knocked out. Pixie and River drive off screeching the tires headed toward Malibu. Paradox is still confused by the water gun being filled with holy water but dismisses it.

“I had to get that water to squirt him with.” River finally blurts out inside the van.

Pixie stares out the window as the couple turns down the infamous sunset boulevard.

“It could work.” Pixie skeptically replies from the passenger's seat.

The two head toward Malibu in a hurry. They drive for forty five minutes. They have to park outside of the gated compound and down the street a good ways from it. River kills the engine after he parks it. Pixie pulls a Barack Obama mask over her head then yanks it up to hand off the back of her head.

River Echo takes a rubber mask much like Pixie’s only it is Jesus Christ and slips it on. They exit the van and Echo slides the van door open once more. He takes two bulletproof vests then turns to hand one to Pixie. They both strap them on then begin picking knives to stick in any pockets they have. Paradox even sticks one down her bust.

Echo snatches up the water gun full of holy water last. He holds it close as Pixie slides the door back shut. They walk around the van to be hidden behind it away from the street.

“We could die when we cross that fence.” Pixie admits to Echo.

River continues to load knives into pockets as he looks up the street at the large fence surrounding the recently purchased seaside compound. Not many houses on this end of Malibu which is what led Tommy to purchase it in the first place.

Echo looks around and realizes the security that watches the surrounding streets is nowhere to be found. He quickly gets back in the panel van. River starts the engine then slowly drives toward the large fence. He slowly collides with the side of it then pulls alongside it. Pixie looks confused as she runs down the street toward the van and Echo.

As she gets closer she realizes what he was doing. He slides the door open then uses the floor of the van to climb up on the top of it. The rubber mask falls down on his face as he reaches down to pull Pixie up. She reaches up and Echo uses his upper body strength to get her up on top of the van alongside himself.

They can easily reach the top of the fence now. River carefully hops over the fence and lands in Tommy’s backyard on his back. The air leaves his lungs and he desperately attempts to regain his breath.

Pixie giggles then hops it herself. She lands on top of Echo leading her rubber mask to fall down over her face.

The both stumble back to their feet and head for the main building of the compound. Pixie has done research on the new property and explained even the slightest details of it on the way from Utah. Echo notice’s a birdbath she mentioned from the google earth photos.

Inside the compound sits an individual all alone. A coffee table sits in front of a sofa. The Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship belt is laid out across it. Tommy Crimson is seated on the sofa facing the table. The room is black all but a single candle burning on the table. A buck knife sticks in the table. “Fuck Hipsters” has been carved into the expensive coffee table by the knife sticking out from it.

The back floodlights comes to life. Crimson extends an arm out with a remote and kills the lights from the couch. Outside Pixie and River notice the lights come on and hide immediately. They even patiently wait a few moments after the lights die out to continue on.

The shot returns to the back of Tommy’s head and the back of the sofa. The view slowly closes in then cuts back to the two carefully approaching the back door of Crimson’s new home. The camera returns to Tommy who believes a neighborhood cat caused the lights to turn on. He sits in darkness to think about sunday. All that cruel violence that will be on full display. The shot cuts back to Pixie and River who finally find the back inside gate. They enter then walk right up to the back door. No vicious dogs around outside surprises Pixie. Echo prepares to kick the door in when it slowly swings open. A brisk breeze does the work for him. Echo slowly enters the doorway with caution. He looks around swinging the water gun around like it’s loaded with real ammo. He looks around what appears to be a second kitchen in the rear of the house.

Echo peers into the darkness for any sign of life. He uses the water rifle as a guide through the dark kitchen. He continues through until he reaches a swinging door. The kitchen door swings open without as much as a creak.

Out of a long pouch across the chest of his armor, River pulls out a huge hunting knife. It glistens from a streetlight through a small skylight in the large living room area he has now located. Back in the kitchen, Pixie kicks back hitting the door flush. Leading it to slam shut, now locked.

River looks back after hearing the back door slam then lock. He shakes it off then continues on through the dark living room holding a water pistol and knife out in front of his body. River comes to another door and swings it open. The room is candlelit with polaroid photos scattered all over the floor. Echo looks down to see all of this.

“What The Fu…” Echo exclaims in a whisper.

He drops down to one knee and then squints in the dim light to focus his eyes on the photos . He picks them up in a stack and begins flipping through them. Echo realizes these are photos of him. Photos from his entire life.  

River gets down on both knees after coming to this realization. He looks at all the pictures in complete disbelief. Echo eventually just sits down on the floor slumped over. He looks at the photos that tell the tales.

“Here you are.” A voice calls out at the preacher.

River looks up but can’t see through his rubber mask eye holes so he tosses it off.

“What is this?” Echo replies into the unknown.

Tommy Crimson walks into the wide shot into the candlelight. Echo gets frightened and immediately urinates on himself. Tommy watches as the stain forms on the front of his pants then trails down his right inner thigh,

River begins spraying Tommy with the water gun. He presses the trigger over and over to ensure to get the blessed water all over this living breathing demon before him.

Tommy crouches down in front of River then snatches the water gun from him! He takes it and snaps the toy in two pieces against the expensive wood floor.

Crimson wipes the water off his slayer shirt then smiles at Echo, who is still seated on the floor. Tommy leans in close to River.

“Holy water? Your God Has No Power Here.” Crimson snaps at Echo.

Tommy pulls the hoodie off of Echo’s head to expose his horrific scars to the dim light.

“You are a monster. Look at those scars. You actually think you can kill me? A pathetic mangled retard like you? Ha.” Tommy openly mocks then laughs at the snake handling preacher. Snakes suddenly begin to crawl in every direction from nowhere!

Crimson looks up and realizes Pixie has turned rattlesnakes loose all over the house. She went back to the van and grabbed the crates that they previously forgot.

“Smart whore.” Crimson exclaims. He then stands up and hovers above the preacher.

Echo glances and notices one of the polaroid photos on the floor. It’s of a burning house. The photo is an actual Detroit police photo. River recognizes the house from his childhood and picks it up to stare into it. The dangerous snakes crawl all over the floor as the door River came through swings open once again.

Pixie walks in as the door swings shut behind her. She is holding one of the rattlesnakes then tosses it down on the floor once Tommy looks at her. River looks up from the photo at Tommy.

“This was my home. I had forgotten. My house burned down when I was a child. My family died and I was severely burned.” Echo admits to Crimson.

Tommy squats back down to talk to River.

“Yes. Your father killed your mother then tried to kill you and… me. That video shot that day inside that abandoned house didn’t show you. You were locked in a room and I knew. I could have saved you that night but I chose not to.” Crimson coldly exposes the truth to all.

“River Echo is a name some native american at a casino gave you. These photos tell a fucked up story indeed. See you have multiple personality disorder. The injuries you sustained in that fire caused many mental disorders for you.” Tommy continues to explain River’s origin to him in graphic detail.

“You come to kill me about every six months. Look around.” Crimson instructs his brother.

Tommy retrieves a remote from his back pocket. He clicks a row of television on that line the in front of the sofa and coffee table. Every television is covering what Tommy did earlier but he changes it video feeds of Echo. Fury Studios had his church wired for sound and video along with his entire trip from West Virginia.

River comes on one of the bottom screens wearing a dress and makeup. Echo being dressed as a woman shocks the preacher. A cameraman out of sight filmed Echo when he was another personality. A second one to the preacher of a crossdressing lot lizard. The video shows River blowing truckers with blurs for rating purposes. Then after hooking random trucks stops for a few hours Echo turns back into the preacher.

A television in the top row shows River at his church preaching to no one. He shakes the snakes around but not a soul is inside the church but him. River realizes everything he saw was a mirage manifested totally by mental illness. Another monitor shows Echo coming after Tommy last time as a mercenary instead of a snake handling preacher. River sheds and regains different personalities every single day.

“Why did you leave me in that fire to die?” Echo blurts out between tears.

Tommy begins to walk back and forth in front of his brother.

“I never liked you. I thought you were weak and would be better off dead.” Crimson replies in a cold blooded manner.

Echo touches his scars then weeps even more. He then looks up at Pixie, who is staring at him with solid white eyes now.

“No!” River calls out with an extended hand at Pixie.

Tommy lifts his foot up then brings it down on the extended right hand of River Echo. He takes it to the floor in one swift stomp, breaking all five fingers.

River holds his hand up and every single finger will need set. It shakes from the nerve damage and he screams in pain now laid out on the wood floor. Echo sits up and Crimson hammers him in the nose with a huge knee! The shot breaks River’s nose and sends him back down on the floor flush on his back.

Red and blue lights flash across the walls of the compound now. The crashed van was found by security and now the house is being surrounded by the police.

River lays on the floor as Crimson walks up to him. The snakes crawling all around on the floor crawl away from Tommy’s path. The scene strikes fear into the mentally disturbed sibling of Crimson.

Pixie gets down on her knees and crawls through the dangerous snakes toward Tommy. Snake after snake bites her. She continues to crawl to Crimson as they relentlessly bite the young female. Tommy grins watching her writhe in pain from the sudden bites. Pixie reaches up to Crimson pulling at his jeans. A few spots of blood cover her face from the snake strikes. Tommy leans down to give his final words to the lov