[Christian Underwood]

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[Crimson]

 GodBooked: (verb) best possible draw within a wrestling organization.

The top two champions were GodBooked versus one another, title for title.

The term was coined by Tommy Crimson in 2003 then later made famous by Chance Von Crank.




Preface


The screen clicks to life to reveal the newly created Fury Network. A streaming service that shows Crimson’s fourteen year long career. Promotional videos and every match he’s ever competed in stream on demand. Tommy has purchased most of his content at a cheap price only to make a fortune by simply compiling it to stream.

Matches flicker across the screen that widens slowly. A title matches option is selected at the top of the screen by an unknown individual. Two hundred thousand subscribers this week alone now have the network to watch all of Tommy’s classic matchups and videos. Crimson versus sEizure takes up the screen suddenly. The option is selected in the neat top menu of the Fury Network. A hype video comes to life to build up the match from the year two thousand and three.



sEizure comes across the screen for Impulse Wrestling. The now defunct organization was thriving in the early 2000s. Tommy was just seventeen years old at the time facing a veteran for a World Championship. Crimson turned professional at sixteen years old by using a fake ID. Stunt double work for The Jackass crew helped the young man along too. sEizure however, was unimpressed by the young up and comer. Crimson was also champion during this time. The Impulse Wrestling North American Champion in fact.

The video plays showing how green Tommy was and how advanced sEizure was at the time. The veteran dressed as a woman using the transgender bit when it was taboo. The man behind the dress acted crazy but had no idea the young Tommy was the insane one. He would taunt Crimson constantly nonstop during this time. Crimson told him in one exchange, “We have been GodBooked. Champion versus Champion. I will end your career at Homicidal Tendencies.”

Tommy would go on to get into his opponents head. He convinced the wrestler he was transgender. The wrestling icon ended up at gay bath houses and giving handjobs at truck stops while traveling with Impulse Wrestling due to Tommy’s mental abuse.

sEizure would be favored in the matchup up until the bell rang. Crimson shocked the world that night. He would cripple the World Champion to end his career and end up being blacklisted in North America. This would force his hand to move to Japan in order to continue to compete.

The match continues showing how violent the seventeen year old was. Experience meant nothing this night. Both men entered the match undefeated but only one would prevail. Crimson continues throughout the match, attempting to pin the veteran with little success. A piece of steel chair snapped off and stuck in Tommy’s left shoulder blade at one point. Finally to put sEizure down for good, he left the arena only to come back dragging a thirty foot tall ladder! Tommy stacked up three chairs in the ring then piled sEizure on top. He then placed a fourth carefully on top of his downed opponent. Crimson then sets up the ladder on the outside of the ring.

The screen flashes blood red as he climbs to the top of the ladder slow. After reaching the top he leaps off performing a six thirty splash! The first version of GodBooked ever used in a match. After the violent impact, Crimson broke three of his own ribs but also broke sEizure’s back, paralyzing the former champion instantly. Tommy won the belt and kept good on his promise. Impulse stripped Tommy of his belts and he was blacklisted in America and sEizure never walked again. Crimson’s first “GodBooking” led to his first World Championship, short lived as it was. sEizure would later win a lawsuit against Crimson taking everything he owned at the time. Tommy lost everything.

Crimson would become the biggest star in Japan and in the summer of 2016, would return to America to open arms. Now he could win a record setting thirteenth world championship.




Prologue:




During the period of time that Tommy was being blacklisted for crippling sEizure, he conceived a child with his boss at Impulse Wrestling. The thirty something wrestling promotion owner sexually harassed the much younger Crimson from the start of his career there.

The story of the missing child has never been told. Until now.

Randalin Crimson was born in Detroit Michigan on January 14th, 2003. The day she was born a huge snow storm had recently hit the city. Her mother began abusing pills shortly after her birth. Randalin’s life would start rocky and continue on that way for some time. Before Crimson left for Japan in 2006 for good, Randalin’s mother died of an apparent drug overdose. The boyfriend in a panic put the young child in a garbage bag then dumped her out on the street trapped inside the bag. Legend has it, Tommy cut the garbage bag open then left his daughter to fend for herself.

Her grandmother, Charlene Crank, wife to wrestling sensation Chance Von Crank, would come in to raise her. Randalin would even take the famous wrestlers last name. This was all a ploy by the child to get her real father’s attention. Wrestling in Japan and making money, Crimson paid no attention to his daughter whatsoever. Tommy enjoyed causing her pain. This brought him joy that just his absence could mold ressentiment with pigtails.

Tommy demanded greatness while in Japan and honestly throughout his entire wrestling career. Creating a brand in Japan then moving it to America, where it’s currently thriving. All the while, a daughter was left without her father. Chance Von Crank would lose everything after leaving WresteUTA and DEFIANCE. He would beat his much older wife, he only married for money.

In 2011, Randalin was called in to Disney Studios to try out for Miley Cyrus’s permanent replacement. The show would have made her one of the most famous children in the world. The fame and success would have even overshadowed that of her stepfather and real father.

Disney decided to hire her for the part. cVc insisted his step daughter do it but a terrible accident occurred before filming began. Two weeks before she was suppose to be on set, Randalin had a horrible “accident” that scarred her face. The details of the incident are sketchy and vague at best. She claimed she fell in sworn statements but Disney revoked it’s contract due to her face being nearly destroyed, labeling her “unmarketable”.

It was around this time that Crimson stopped using the term, GodBooked, for his finishing maneuvers name also. Chance Von Crank would then begin using it and use that to propel himself to superstardom before self destructing completely. Randalin believed this shot at being a star would have led to her father loving her. She yearned for the respect and love of her father, Tommy Crimson.

The life of Randalin Crimson(changed back legally now), has drastically changed. Her grandmother has since died and so has Chance Von Crank. Now she lives on the street of Detroit. Practicing the dark arts to be more like her father. Using the devil as a tool rather than a fear mongering monster.

Living under bridges and squatting like her grandfather before her, Randalin continues to survive until one day she passes out in a gutter, literally. Found by two hikers at the Detroit park, she was rushed to a nearby hospital.





October 31st, 2016
Children’s Hospital of Detroit
Intensive Care: Room 104
4:32 p.m.


The sunlight shines through the open window of the small hospital room. Randalin Crimson lays on her back looking up at the ceiling. Water stains cover it all the way across. A doctor stands outside the room holding his forehead with complete frustration. He has to push the door open and walk into the room to change a little girl's life forever.

Suddenly the television changes channels due to a timer set by Randalin. The tv begins showing a replay of the successful High Stakes seven PPV presented by Sin City Wrestling. The computer wiz programmed the event into her google box to show her dad’s big match. She watches closely then unmutes the television to hear Simone and Adams commentate.

The door to her room suddenly swings open. She turns briefly to see her doctor heading her way. He walks almost in slow motion but Randalin pays him little mind. She watches as her father and a year long champion face off. The doctor walks over to her bed then squats down beside of it.

The commentators can be heard in the background but a camera in the corner of the room films the entire unfolding scene. The doctor wrinkles his forehead with frustration as he looks at the teenage girl.

“Miss Crimson… It seems you have been diagnosed with a brain tumor. The tumor has grown in size since you have lived out in the elements. Without treatment, you will be dead within a month and a half. Two months at the most.” The Doctor explains carefully to his young patient.

Randalin continues to watch on as the her doctor desperately attempts to get her attention. Crimson begins to bloody his opponent in the match.

“You should begin treatment right away, young lady!” The Doctor proclaims.

The bell rings on the flat screen television. Crimson holds the Roulette Championship high after defeating all of the odds. A single tear streams down the teenagers face. The doctor notices this and realizes the news has taken hold. He nods at her then stands up and walks out of the room with a cold demeanor. Another tear streams down Randalin’s face but not because she knows when she will perish. She sheds tears of happiness because her father achieved what he told the world he would.

*SLAM!*

The doctor slams the door. This grabs Randalin’s attention immediately. She then returns her gaze back to the screen. She watches her father do his craft and realizes she needs to help with Crimson’s career to get his attention. Randalin continues to watch and only notices one other wrestler as dominant as her father. Just one.

Calvin Harris. The author of the Art of Betrayal, himself. This man and her father are on a collision course that Crimson has mentioned in many different videos and personal appearances. A personal video after the Harris vs. Dmitri match shows Calvin with his very young daughter. The love between the two turns her stomach. Randalin becomes jealous of this small child and the love she shares with her father. Randalin reaches up to touch the horrific scare across her face. She feels the dead milky eye causing her bottom lip to quiver a bit. Suddenly the wheels in her head begin to turn and she formulates a plan. A plan that would help her father and one that would help her as well.

Crimson’s biological daughter decides right there and then to take action. No health insurance means she can’t afford cancer treatment. She will use her final days to earn her father’s love. She has studied the dark arts her entire life. Always fascinated with it just like her father and gypsy mother before her. Randalin uses her witchcraft and voodoo priestess training to do anything to anyone she wishes. Now she will use all that knowledge to help her dad.







12/19/2017
Outside of Edit Salon
Chicago, Illinois
11:21 a.m.


The streets are bustling in this part of Chi-Town. The people of the windy city shop for last minute christmas presents while others get prepared to travel. The Edit Salon is the highest rated salon in all of Chicago. This is where we begin, outside of the salon in a white car sits Randalin Crimson. Her red pigtails still intact since she chose to avoid chemotherapy. Randalin watches the salon closely and waits patiently for something.

A car pulls up across the street. A camera is set up in the back of the car that Randalin sits in. A friend of hers controls it to film some unforeseen future event. The car that pulled up across the street comes to a complete stop. Suddenly the driver’s side door of the SUV swings open and a female steps out. Her face is blurred which causes her to stand out among all the other people being filmed. The woman shuts the door then circles the vehicle to the back door on the passenger side of the large vehicle.

The woman pulls a small child out of the vehicle then turns to shut the door with her foot. She shifts the child’s weight to get a better hold of it. The woman then carries the child toward the up scale salon. The camera man in the back of the car films the woman’s every move from inside the car that Randalin stole in Detroit mere days before. Money stolen from the hospital has funded this trip also.

The woman watches inside as the hair stylist carefully cuts the little girl’s hair. Both faces are blurred essentially hiding the identities in correspondence of the law. Randalin and her friend watch on from the car as the beautician works his magic to thin the child’s thick hair then shorten it just a tad.

Fifteen minutes later, he finishes up. The exchange can be heard inside the car somehow at the register.

“Thank you, [Mother’s Name Censored].” The hair stylist exclaims as he rings up the mother of the child. The name of the female is also bleeped.

“[Censored Mother Speaking]” She replies in a sweet tone.

Randalin listens carefully while Patrick gives the loyal customer her total. She swipes her card and adds a hefty tip on for the hair stylist’s service.

“Thank you so much! I know [Censored World Champion’s Name] will win his last match!” Patrick exclaims.

The female twists her head then nods, impressed by her gay stylist’s wrestling knowledge. She then turns and walks out of the salon with her daughter in tow. Randalin watches on while her friend continues to film. The woman pulls out and Patrick suddenly retrieves a small mic from inside the register that sent the conversation to the car in real time. He then walks over to his station and immediately begins to sweep up the small child's hair into a pile. He then retrieves a small paper bag from his back pocket. Patrick briefly looks around to see if anyone is watching, then carefully begins to put the hair into the bag.

After every single strand is inside, Patrick makes a move for the front door while holding the small mic in his other hand.

Suddenly inside the car, Randalin pulls the handle to open the driver’s side door. She steps out and walks toward the hair stylist. They meet at the curb and Patrick hands the hair over to her. Randalin gives him two hundred dollar bills for the hair. The money was in the middle console of the vehicle inside a wallet.

“I hate that bitch, girl.” Patrick exclaims at his e-wrestling pal. The online hobby connects wrestling nerds and they “pretend” to be wrestlers online. They use creative writing to do this and wrestling fanfiction is a term used to describe the hobby often times.

“Daddy’s gonna handle this now.” Randalin assures her pal.

“I got to write tonight, girl. This match I got coming up is nothing but pure drama.” Patrick exclaims as he backs toward the entrance to the salon.

Randalin rushes up to Patrick and hugs her long time friend she’s written with for years. This could be her final goodbye so she squeezes him tight for his contribution.

The two friends part ways and Randalin gets back into the stolen car. Her friend continues to film everything just as Randalin instructed. She’s documenting all of this for some reason. The two friends drive off and after exiting the city they make their way west. Randalin holds the paper bag full of the child’s hair close as day fades into night she drives on. The cancer eating away at her brain being the furthest thing from her mind.




1/2/2018
Los Angeles, California
Bull Creek Spillway
9:33 p.m.



The LA County river culvert sits empty this night. The famous spot where so many films and tv shows have filmed. This exact spot is where the T-1000 crashes a semi into the spillway while chasing John Connor in Terminator two. The moon shines bright down in the huge storm drainage system. In the distance two lights can be seen walk toward the infamous spillway. The overhead shot could be from a satellite but slowly the angle comes from the two unknown individuals.

The camera shot shows an individual in all black walking in front of a the person holding the camera, who also appears from certain bouncing angles to be wearing all black as well.

They continue down the large storm drain while the moon reflects off the small puddles of water that litter the cement below their feet. After walking nearly half a mile in the drain, they reach the famous bull creek spillway. The individual leading the way suddenly sits down the LED lantern after both are underneath the spillway. The unknown person then throws the hood back exposing herself to the world. It’s Randalin Crimson and her friend Jace, who continues to film.

They left Chicago and headed straight for California. The two ended up breaking down in Reno. Randalin and Jace then hitchhiked the rest of the way to Los Angeles.

The trip took twice as long due to this. Randalin slips off a backpack then drops it on the ground directly in front of her. She begins to dig inside, searching for something. Jace begins to set the stolen camera up where he can get a shot of the entire area beneath the spillway. No prying eyes can see them here and they could stay here until they are finished. Both are homeless runaways at this point with nothing to lose. Jace and Randalin are both teenage cancer patients from Detroit Children’s Hospital, who remain totally unaware the pair have even left the facility at this point.

Randalin fishes various items out of her backpack. Thread that she fashioned from the little girls hair on the way to LA. She even has it wrapped neatly with a large needle stuck in it.

Randalin then retrieves textile cloth material out of the backpack. She then takes small stones out and begin placing them carefully around herself. After a few moments the small stones begin to form a pentagram. She takes out a mason jar full of red liquid. Jace watches on close and inquires of the jar, “What is in that, Rand?”

She smiles then replies, “It’s blood from a few cats that lived around the hospital.”

Jace is shocked by her uncanny response. “Oh.” Jace reluctantly replies.

Randalin is careful to pour the blood within the devil’s star. The stones guide her where to pour the blood in straight clean lines. After the star is outlined in blood completely, she tosses the jar. It shatters on the side of the concrete storm drain.

Slowly she takes the material and begins to construct something from the materials while sitting on her knees in the center of her pentagram.

Jace is completely creeped out by the unfolding scene but continues to look on in dead silence.

Randalin takes the hair and begins to sew. She creates what appears to be a head then torso. Carefully she fills it with the hair and then sews two arms and two legs onto the torso. A small doll begins to form from her hectic work. She places some of the hair on the head then attaches the two using the needle and thread.

Back to the torso now, she inserts different small herbs she gathered on the way to the city of angels.

“Is this voodoo?” Jace asks from outside the pentagram.

Randalin laughs then turns slowly to her frightened friend.

“No. This is european folk magic. Voodoo derived from that at first but now it’s used to scare tourists that show tits for beads in Louisiana once a year.” Randalin corrects her friends false notion.

She continues to construct the doll from the child’s hair and other materials. Randalin suddenly rips a part of her sun dress off. The black dress covered in white skulls is dirty from homeless living but she uses it never the less.

Randalin carefully begins to fashion a small dress out of the material. After sewing for several moments the dress takes form. She then slips the finished product onto the doll. She then pulls a button off her flannel shirt that she’s wearing over her dress to keep warm. Randalin then pops another one off!
 
The previous owner of the flannel shirt had repaired the buttons leaving them different colors. Randalin found the shirt in a garbage can outside of Bakersfield. Now she has a solid black button and a crimson red one. She grins a bit then lines them up on the dolls head for eyes. She carefully uses the thread fashioned from the little girl’s hair to sew each on solid. She then stands up off her knees after placing the finished doll down in the center of the pentagram. Randalin then bends down and picks the doll up. She then stands in the center of the devil’s circle and begins her spell.

‘Little one, I made you and now I give you life.” Randalin whispers at the doll.


“I name you [Censored Child’s Name]” She continues but the child’s name is censored for legal purposes. Randalin then spins slightly within the pentagram.


“Her body is your body” She continues. Randalin halts her spell for a brief moment. She smiles at the camera sitting on the stand then back at the doll.


“Her breath is your breath.” Randalin explains to the hand made doll.

Jace watches on from a distance, completely mesmerized by the entire unfolding scene before him.


“Her passion is your passion” Randalin continues her spell.


“Her blood is your blood.” She screeches at the doll. Randalin closes her one good eye then turns away from the camera slowly.


“Though separate you were…” She explains with her back to the camera then slowly swings back around with her one good eye still closed tight.


“Now you are one.’ Randalin finishes then opens her one alive eye to reveal it to be solid white, alive with Crimson’s influence. The sight shocks Jace even further. The air becomes thicker and rain begins to fall heavy.

Randalin created a “poppet” to represent the person she wished to bind. She quickly begins to burn patchouli leaves and frankincense on a charcoal block, she retrieved from her backpack. She then lights a black candle begins to pass the poppet through the incense smoke while saying, ‘Hecate, great Goddess of life and death, I ask you to acknowledge that this Creation of cloth be known as Flesh and blood of [Censored Child’s Name].’

The spell takes hold as the rain begins to fall heavy outside in the storm drain. Jace and Randalin are hidden underneath the spillway, out of the rain completely.

Randalin holds the doll close after finishing the near thousand year old spell. She then looks away from Jace and begins to weep. Jace looks away from her to give his friend a moment. Randalin swings back around and her one good eye is now brown once more. Jace exhales heavily with real relief.

“We have to goto Malibu tonight.” Randalin exclaims at her friend.

He swallows saliva to clear his throat to show fear. Both of his palms begins to sweat from the realization he could face Tommy Crimson this night. In the dark and during a wild rain storm nonetheless. Jace reaches over and takes hold of Randalin’s hand. She smiles at her friend then both nod at each other in agreement.

After Randalin puts her stuff back into her backpack including the doll, both of them set off towards Malibu. This has been her destiny since Randalin was a little girl. One day she would force her father to pay attention to her. Now she has created a device using her vast dark arts knowledge to do just that. The doll is binded to a small child that likes to play guitar with her wrestling champion father.




1/3/2018
Fury Studios Front Gate
Malibu, California
3:00 a.m.


The pair of teenagers with cancer have lied, cheated and stolen their way to the front gate of Tommy Crimson’s now infamous compound. The property is surrounded by a large wall now. A huge solid swinging iron gate with a pentagram that connect in the center. The logo splits into two pieces when open but now is complete with the gate shut up tight.

They approach slowly but on incoming security cart causes the pair to duck off into the ditch line to hide. The security guards patrol the Malibu hills since Tommy’s grandfather’s cult infamous Sharon Tate date in the late sixties.

Most neighborhoods in this area are patrolled with so many celebrity home owners. Randalin and Jace rise out of the ditch line after the cart is out of sight. They notice drones patrolling Crimson’s entire property overhead. Randalin dusts off her clothes and then walks straight for the gate with real purpose in the downpour. Jace comes rushing up from behind his friend still using the stolen camera to film.

Jace thinks they are going to sneak in but Randalin knows better than that. Crimson has an entire security squad inside that patrol the area. Enemies with malice intent and paranoia drives such security measures for The Fury. If you encase madness, then you can project it and aim like a weapon is Tommy’s philosophy.  

Randalin Crimson walks up to her father's new gate nervous about the unknown. A box sits to the right of the gate with a small button and small holes where you can call the house. Randalin approaches the small box slowly as the rain comes down. She presses the button for a brief moment then lets off.

Randalin reaches up to press it again when a voice crackles over the speaker loudly, “What?”

The booming sudden voice scares both Randalin and Jace. They jump with fright. Randalin presses the button once again then leans in to the speaker and says, “I need to see Mr. Crimson right away!”

Randalin releases the button then turns to Jace to look for approval. He nods at her when the crackling voice replies from the speaker, “You need an appointment, bitch. He’s working in the studio and won’t even open that fucking door for me. Got it?”

Crimson’s daughter wrinkles her forehead with anger. Her eyes narrow as she reaches over to press the button.

“Listen here, Wart Cunt, I have waited my entire life to meet my daddy. He’s in there because you just told me now I want to talk to him goddamnit. Don’t make me climb this fence, Whore!” Randalin replies with her own fury.

The crackling voice doesn’t respond for a few drawn and awkward moments. Finally the voice crackles to life with a reply, “So you are Randalin?”

“Yes.” Randalin exclaims immediately.

The gate swings open slowly to both Jace and Randalin’s shock. The pair move to allow the electric gate to open without getting nailed by it.

They both enter and the gate slowly closes behind them. Inside the compound they can see a fountain with an upside down cross in the center. The fountain appears to circulate blood rather than water. A few christmas decorations litter the yard inside the compound but all are melted from being burned days before. The two teenager continue through the large front lot of the studio compound. Inside the largest studio filming area lights flicker from work going on, hidden away from the world. The lights can be seen in the cracks of the three large garage doors on the front side of the building. They walk on toward the front door which has a walkway that circles the blood fountain.

They approach the large oak front door. The large compound connects a home to three different sized studios since the renovations over the holiday seasons. The large gate and fence was added during this time as well. Randalin presses a button beside the large door that rings a doorbell. Inside the compound, “Disciple” by Slayer, can be heard playing after the button is pressed.

“That’s a wicked doorbell.” Jace praises his friends father’s taste in metal.  

Suddenly the door begins to move as someone on the other side twists locks and undoes chains. A creaking noise begins slowly then picks up speed as the door swings open. Martha, Tommy Crimson’s personal assistant, stands at the front door staring at the two teenagers.
“Come in.” Martha announces to both.

They walk into the home portion of the compound. The walls are covered with sacrilegious art and different blasphemy in general. The way her father openly mocks religion has always intrigued Randalin.

Evil relics cover the walls too. Different things Tommy has found in Japan and other places he’s wrestled. The two teenagers are completely intrigued by all of this.

“Did he steal all of this?” Randalin asks her father’s assistant.

“No. He searched most of them out and bought a few. Crimson is an archaeologist on occasion. He has went many dangerous places to seek these evil relics out.” Martha replies.

Martha leads Jace and Randalin to an open area. The spot where Crimson’s brother, River Echo. died mere weeks before from rattlesnake bites. They sit on a small leather sofa while Martha leaves the room to locate Tommy. Jace looks over at his friend.

“Are you scared, Rand?” Jace inquires of Randalin.

She looks around with her one good eye. Randalin reaches up to touch her milky white eye then sighs.

“Yes. I’m afraid he will think I look like a monster.” She replies with a sad demeanor.

Jace stands up the squats down in front of his friend. He takes both of Randalin’s hands into his while looking right into her good eye.

“You are no monster.” Jace assures her.

Before she can respond, Martha walks back into the room.

“The boss said he will see you now.” She announces to Randalin and Jace with glee.

The pair then stands up then follows behind Martha, who leads the way.  They all three walk into a long corridor. The long hallway has Tommy’s achievements down each wall. Different belts and awards cover each wall entirely. The ceiling is solid white with red paint splattered to give the impression of blood splatter.

Jace becomes even more terrified by each room of the large compound they come to. Randalin looks over each and every award as they continue along. Martha looks over her shoulder back at the two teenagers and then exclaims, “He puts all of the awards in this hallway so he remembers to keep going. Never settle. Keep Going.”

Randalin loves her explanation. She realizes her father is never satisfied with any one achievement. Winning the next one is like madness that engulfs Tommy’s entire brain.

Crimson’s daughter counts the world championships and as they get to the middle see a clear spot on the wall. The name tag below reads, “SCW World Championship”. Randalin grins at her father’s confidence. She realizes this will be his thirteenth world championship, should he win.

As the trio reaches the door at the end of the long hallway, Martha carefully pushes it open. Light from the hallway creeps into the dark room. The smaller studio of the three inside the compound. Inside, televisions line the back wall completely. The silhouette of a man stands in front of them all, heaving up and down from breathing heavily.

The trio approaches slowly from behind the man. He watches the screens which light him up more as they approach. Crimson is revealed as they get closer from the dim lit television sets directly in front of him. The screens show any and everything. One screen shows Trump looking idiotic while another shows Calvin Harris matches on loop. Other screens show a set of some sort that’s being built in real time. The dim light also reveals that Tommy is wearing a solid white apron with a hanes white t-shirt underneath only covered in something. The liquid appears to be blood which causes Jace to pass out mid step. He hits the wooden floor in a pile.

The thud against the floor causes Crimson to turn around to face the trio. Randalin and Martha attend to Jace on the floor while The Fury hovers above. Martha desperately explains, “Tommy’s been helping construct a set to film in at midnight.”

Crimson watches on as the two women get Jace to come to. He wakes up then notices Crimson immediately. The look across his face tells the tale. Martha explains once more that he has been building a set and that everything is fine. The frightened teenager then is helped to his feet by Tommy out of nowhere. Randalin looks up to see her father’s face in person for the first time. Once when she was three and trapped in a garbage bag on the street. She always believed he was the one who cut the bag open to free her. Then disappeared until now.

Tommy and Randalin lock eyes. She notices the coldness and a stare void of any soul of any kind.

The stare down between the two is being documented by camera’s in each corner of the studio. Every move the two have made since the front gate has been filmed in high definition. Suddenly something else catches Randalin’s gaze. She notices screens in the upper right hand corner show satellite photos of the car she stole travelling. Real time video feeds from gas stations and even stolen footage from street cameras outside of the salon. Randalin is overwhelmed by this overload of information. She walks past her long lost father to see his work behind the scenes up close.

“I’ve been expecting you.” Crimson announces from behind Randalin. She touches the screens and realizes Tommy has documented every move she’s made for months now. Jace begins to have a panic attack, leading him to set down flat on the floor.

“You are the missing piece.” Tommy explains to his teenage daughter.

“I had no way to get to him without you. A fourteen year old girl outsmarted the heavyweight champion of the world. Within the rules, at that.” Crimson continues.

Randalin realizes the Nerd Squad has kept an eye on her since they were assembled in June. The elite squad of hackers do anything and everything to help Crimson’s cause. They stole footage from thousands of camera feeds to keep a close eye on Randalin. They realized quickly a month ago that she had swung into action. They even informed Tommy that she was on the way to him at the most opportune of times.

Randalin watches the four screens in the corner. She realizes her father has to take information in this way to grow and push the envelope of his art. This maddening process is what it takes to get him ready for any obstacle he comes up against. The genius of her father frightens her a bit. His foresight is legend.

“It’s a fathers love that you seek. I notice you been trailing Calvin’s loved ones. Careful to steer exclusively inside the rules of engagement. I will break his spirit at midnight tonight. However, I hear you have the ability to break his heart. I want that power.” Crimson informs his daughter of his true intentions.

Randalin turns around slowly to face her father. She hopes what she is about to reveal will gain his favor and love. The hope of all hopes. Randalin wonders how he knows about the doll. She recalls seeing a drone while walking in the storm drain earlier in the night. Had Crimson followed her while her and Jace was on foot? What has she become apart of here?

Thoughts race through mind as Randalin squats down after placing her backpack down at her feet. She’s waited for this moment for her entire short life. All her dreams are about come true. Randalin slowly unzips her backpack then dips both hand down into it. The moment is tense as Crimson leans in close to to see what his daughter has accomplished on his behalf.

Randalin pulls the doll out that she constructed mere hours earlier. Crimson looks at the doll in the dim television sets lighting. She smiles and holds it up at him while still squatting on the floor. Tommy’s face wrinkles with disappointment after realizing what Randalin has done.

“What am I supposed to do with that. I thought you were a gypsy witch with real knowledge.” Crimson spouts his disappointment openly.

A tear streams down Randalin’s face from her good eye. It drips off her chin and hits the wooden floor in with a micro splash. “This is a poppet. Not a stupid fucking voodoo doll. Hollywood has ruined our practice, I SWEAR!” Randalin screams at her father.

She then reaches out and takes hold of his shoulder! Randalin uses what strength she has left to pull her dad around to face her. She puts her forehead up against his after pulling him in close. The red liquid gets on her but she pays it little attention.

“This is old european magic, daddy. That voodoo shit does not work and I know you know that. This is binded to the little girl. Any harm done to this doll will harm her. The spell is as old as time itself.” Randalin pleads her case.

Tommy stares at the poppet. Crimson notices the doll and Randalin are wearing the same dress and the bit missing from his daughters dress. Crimson looks up at his daughter then attempts to take the doll.

“No” Randalin stammers then pulls away.

Crimson wrinkles his forehead with frustration which causes Martha to become nervous. Randalin then slowly turns back to face Crimson.

“I have to do harm to it. Only I can do it.” She whispers.

“Why?” Crimson inquires immediately.

“Because it comes back on you tenfold. Anything that happens to this doll will come back on the caster ten times. I have to do it.” Randalin explains further.

Tommy reaches in again to snatch the doll as he replies, “You don’t want coming back ten fold on you what I will have to do with this doll. I will destroy it right now so he loses his daughter before the match.”

Randalin pulls away once more and this time ends up on one knee, still clutching her creation close. Her eyes are wide with disbelief. Crimson’s demeanor changes completely. He squats down to face his daughter. She peeks up at him.

“I am dying of cancer. I might not live to see my next birthday or you win that world title. I know if it comes back on me ten fold… so what?” Randalin asks her father with her one good eye.

Crimson thinks on it for a moment then nods at her. He extends a hand to help her back up. Randalin lingers for a second or two then takes hold of her father’s hand. Tommy pulls her up to her feet.

“I was attempting to get dirt on the wife. I don’t hurt kids because it could hurt my career.” Crimson informs his child.

“You won’t do it. I will. I refuse to kill her though. We can change anything about her by simply doing it to this doll. Permanent damage that requires a loving father’s full attention.” Randalin whispers while touching the horrific scar on her face. She touches the dead milky eye then grins at her father in a menacing manner.

“No I will use this to show mercy in fact.” Crimson reveals.

“How so?” Randalin asks with real curiosity.

“You’ll see.” Crimson spouts out.

Martha exhales with relief that Crimson handled this situation as he did. The other way it could have went could be life altering for these young teenagers. Jace finally comes in to shake Tommy’s hand, who dismisses the boy completely.

“I can’t exploit you in any way. You are of no use to me.” Tommy explains to his daughters frightened companion.

The feed continues to play as the scene fades out slowly. The Fury finds slumber during the daylight hours after working deep into the night. Now he has everything needed to show Calvin who the best truly is. He closes his eyes to sleep but is there really ever any rest for the wicked?

After six hours of rest he gets ready to film the promotional video of his life. The sets are all done and everything is ready to film. Randalin and Jace spend the night at the compound in a guest portion of the property. Crimson is back to work before the two are even close to being back up and about. The two tired teenagers sleep in the first warm beds in some time. They take full advantage of the current situation.

The compound is alive by the time they wake up. Martha comes into the room as Tommy’s daughter stretches out. The windows are sound proof throughout the entire compound for filming purposes. Every move made inside the compound is filmed because Crimson believes footage means dollars. Martha grabs Randalin’s attention after walking in. She doesn’t see out the window behind her as Jace is being dragged away by three members of Tommy’s security team. Martha grins while keeping Randalin’s attention away from the window. Jace is thrown out of the property after Tommy deemed him “useless”.

Martha informs Randalin, “Tommy decided you will be apart of the shoot tonight. Congratulations, you will become apart of wrestling royalty after tonight.”

Randalin smiles wide after the news. Martha hands her a silk robe then continues, “You need breakfast and then we will get you into makeup and costume. So get ready to go, we are on a tight world championship schedule around here.”  





The scene opens up close to midnight. A shot of an unknown location comes into focus. A screaming female can be heard followed by the now infamous Fury Studios logo. This film was created by them. The moon doesn’t shine but a few street lights show smoke covers the entire area. Riot gas canisters litter the entire area, all spouting the gas out. Red and blue lights wash across the side of a brick building. The bright colors are even choked out a bit from all the gas.

“The Sound of Silence” by Disturbed begins to play. High above the gas hovers a helicopter. It begins to descend in complete slow motion. The gas swirls as the blades of the chopper turn.

The incredible shot alongside the music creates one to remember. The helicopter continues to land but the camera angle is from below to keep the location hidden. Cameras throughout capture the chopper finally touch down. The police lights can still be seen but the cars are not in the shot.

The piano from the song matches the slow motion scene perfect. The door of the chopper opens and an unknown individual leaps out. The person wears a gas mask as does the pilots and all the camera men on the scene to film. The human skin jacket confirms the individual is in fact, Tommy Crimson.

He makes his way toward the large building through the gas. The eyes of the gas mask glow in the darkness to paint an even more grim picture.

Crimson walks straight for the building and right before he gets to the entrance he comes up on a line of body bags. The are lined up a neat straight line all the way to the door. Feet hanging out of the bags have toe tags. The first reads, “Collins”. Tommy steps over it then approaches the second that’s toe tag reads, “Issacs, Aaron”.

Tommy continues as the camera men film in the smoke and bright flashing police lights. Crimson steps over another body bag with a tag that reads, “Crusader”. “Aquarius” reads the next one that he steps over carefully. Crimson then leap frogs over the next two that read, “Ryans” and “Miracle”.

The scene continues to unfold in slow motion. The Disturbed lead singer, David Draiman belts out, “And The People Bowed Down To Pray… To The Neon God They Made!”

Body bags continue to hinder the Roulette Champions entrance to this unknown building. “Woodrum” is written on the next toe tag he kicks past. Tommy then steps over, “Hardin” to get in front of “Crusader 2”. Crimson steps over it then laughs at the one marked, “McPherson, Samuel”. He steps over it then notices one remaining body bag. The gas swirls about as the helicopter pilot kills the engine.  

The last body bag has the toe tag attached to the zipper with no body inside. “Harris, Calvin” is written across the label. Tommy picks the bag up then steps up to the door. The music continues to play as he enters the building. A camera inside picks up the feed.

The doorway leads to a long corridor. Tommy has to duck in the doorway suddenly to avoid yellow police caution tape. After getting inside the narrow hallway he has to duck the tape again. The entire area has been cordoned off by the Las Vegas police.

Crimson continues down the hall that leads to steps at the very end. He walks right up to the makeshift staircase and climbs up the steps. A camera follows close to film in high definition. The music begins to wind down as he reaches a familiar area to all wrestling fans. The building appears to be the inside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas. The crowd size is large with a heavy police presence. Not even one acknowledges Tommy as he makes his way through the crowd toward a Sin City Wrestling ring set up in the center of the crowd. Security barriers are also up which Tommy crosses with ease, still clutching the body bag close.

The ring is covered in blood. Blood has dripped from someone in a large amount. The person may have not survived the ordeal. Police throughout the crowd interview witnesses to what happened here. Blood goes all the way up the steel ramp but the cameras are all on Tommy in the ring. People throughout the crowd appear to be traumatized for the most part.

Crime scene tape is stretched across the stage. The ramp looks like a bloodbath took place on it. Two different camera angles focus on Tommy. The split screen shows him take off his gas mask. He holds it down along his side. He drops it on the mat in the middle of the ring. The split camera turns to one showing The Fury in all of his glory. His red faded hair is now bright crimson red. Renewed and ready to roll, Tommy struts below a “Full Circle” banner hung high above the ring.

“We find ourselves in the future, Ladies and Gentlemen.” Crimson announces to the filming cameras.

“A murder happened here. Two men, both undefeated, walked down that ramp and what happened next will be debated for years to come.” Tommy proclaims while pointing out at the steel ramp.

Different videos flash across the screen as Crimson turns back around to face the camera. He fades to the background as a clip shows a match being played out by two unnamed famous actors. The actor playing Tommy drags the actor portraying Calvin's face first across the steel ring steps. The clip fades and only Tommy in the ring remains.

“I put so much time, money, and effort into this. If you would only shut your cock peeler and listen for once you just might learn something, Calvin.”  Crimson informs his opponent.

“Did you see what dead ringers I got to play us in a movie? It’s beautiful. It only took facing the best wrestler alive for you to become interesting, Calvin. Ever notice how you and Dmitri can give whole speeches in a single breath? You should patent that super power before Disney makes “Long Winded Asshole”, a full fledged Avenger.”  Crimson mocks the two top wrestlers openly.

Another short clip of the two actors portraying the top two SCW champions crosses the screen with Tommy in the background. Both actors are bloody now from fighting tooth and nail. The actor portraying Tommy signals it’s GodBooked time. The clip slowly fades, leaving Crimson standing in the middle of the ring still. He walks to the rope then leans in against them to face out at the crowd. The crazed wrestler shakes his head as if completely disappointed.

“I expected more out of you, Harris. I spoke with Equinox about your first run here in Sin City. He told me you was a quitter then too and I believe him. He thinks we are friends now. He’s as delusional as you are, FuckHead.” Crimson spews.

“You don’t realize this is my finest masterpiece, Calvin. My canvas was this ring and the paint was your blood. The story I will tell using those tools will cause me to be blacklisted once more, I’m afraid. So be it.”  Crimson accepts his fate.

“We are billed as undefeated but that isn’t entirely true. Calvin has been beaten. That nut sucker Equinox did it and didn’t Tuscini beat you? Really? Weak. High Spot Hero’s aren’t real and neither are any chance you think you have of pulling this off. You can’t compete on my level, Calvin.” Tommy exclaims into the camera.

Crimson rolls out of the ring suddenly. He walks around the ring where the blood is pooled in certain spots. Tommy inspects it close, then squats down to the blood. He dips his right index finger into it then wipes it across his face like battle warpaint.

The camera men from outside have not followed him inside the building, careful to avoid the police and witnesses. They both film Crimson while still wearing the gas masks.

“This spot is where you realized you couldn’t compete. Hope left your eyes and any chance of winning was forgotten by this point. The beating you recieve is that of legend, Calvin. This rape escalates into a murder before I even realize it.” Tommy continues to belittle his opponent.  

“Let’s face it, Calvin Harris would let Drew Stevenson babysit his child for a bump of cheap “heat”. Yeah, I just said that.” Crimson continues his relentless verbal onslaught.

The Fury then begins to trace the blood around the ring as another clip flashes across the screen. The actor portraying Crimson climbs to the top turnbuckle inside the ring while Harris is laid out across the announcers table. He leaps off performing a picture perfect 630 splash and for a slight moment the actor appears to actually be Crimson, but the camera angle is clever to disguise a switch. The move is proclaimed to be the new version of GodBooked as the clip fades back to Tommy circling the ring.

“I beat you clean, Calvin. You can’t huff and puff and quit this time when you lose either. You already killed the fucking company so there’s that. That’s what this is. Retribution. You ran this company in the ground so I will take everything from you.” Crimson explains then turns slow to face the closest camera to him.

“Maybe after I put you away and the owners and sponsors see the ratings… Just maybe, Calvin… I can save Sin City Wrestling. The company needs a real star to lead the way and that’s me. You just don’t got it like I got it. I’d tear the pages out of the Art of Betrayal paperback just to wipe my ass with your legacy, Harris.” Crimson intended for that one to sting. He grins a bit with the blood still smeared across his face.

A clip of the two bloody actors flashes across the screen once more. This time the actor portraying Crimson has pinned the actor portraying the current SCW World Heavyweight Champion.

One. Two. Three.

The first and final dual champion is crowned as the clip fades back to Tommy. He has now made his way over to inspect the blood leading up the edge of the steel ramp.

The blood goes all the way around the ring and most of it is at the top of the ramp but Tommy investigates below that.

“I win but I am not done. I yearn to go back to Japan and there’s only one way, Calvin. I have to be blacklisted after our match in America for a second time. That’s a first too. I won’t leave America because I make too much money here. But.. If I am forced out...” Crimson continues.

“I will use you to facilitate my personal american demise, Harris. I will use your death to force myself away from this shit hole for good. No american company will ever hire me again here once you have a death certificate.” Crimson reveals his master plan with unbelievable confidence.

“I know you are a quitter. I hope SCW stays open after I win somehow so I can show the world what a real bitch you are. What happened to those two dudes who jerked you off? Success over the System you called it? You even quit on them, Calvin.” Tommy continues to effeciertate his opponent.

“I’ve beaten ten men in seven matches. I’ve out worked you at every turn since coming here. I knew I would be the one to beat you this entire time, asshole. Kris would have beat you but I put him on the shelf. That gave you more time as champion, You’re Welcome. Now I have come to collect, motherfucker.” Tommy screams out loud as he turns to look up at the steel ramp.

Blood is smeared all the way up the steel walkway. Tommy smiles at how the smears leave the impression a body was dragged. He slowly walks up the ramp leaving boot prints in the blood. The crowd has been moved out the arena by police and it sits empty all but Tommy now.

Crimson squats down to inspect closer where the most blood is smeared on the stage. One spot is just covered and still drips through the holes of the steel ramp.

This very spot is where I will end your existence, Calvin. I take you from that whore wife and snotty brat you got at home.” Tommy snarls after the open threat.  

Crimson puts his hand down in the pool of blood that continues to drip through the holes of the ramp, pooling below as well.

“You will quit on life too. Rather than suffer the excruciating pain I will inflict, you will give up and die right here.” Crimson continues as a clip of the two actors pops up once more. The actor playing Crimson has apparently killed the actor portraying Calvin Harris in the very spot Tommy just spoke of.

An adult female actress in the crowd portraying Calvin’s wife screams out. Another actress, this one being a small child also screams out. Both of the child’s eyes are covered for some reason in the clip. The shot continues as the SCW medical team gets Harris actor up on a stretcher. He is totally unresponsive and legally dead. They roll him off the stage getting his blood on them and the stretcher as they wheel him off. A cardiac monitor can be heard after they hook the actor playing Harris up to it while pushing him along. The monitor makes a solid noise to indicate death. They stop pushing him suddenly to hit him with a defibrillator. Tommy begins to mesh with the now dead actor portraying Harris by combining the two different camera shots.

“Why was that little girl’s eyes bandaged? I know that’s what you took from all of this because of a weakness you have. Compassion is a true weakness because it leads to mercy. I will show you just what I mean by that, Calvin.” Crimson assures an explanation is incoming.

The screen fades away from the shot of the actor slowly melting back to Crimson, who is standing on the stage in the same spot. Tommy suddenly reaches underneath his human skin jacket to retrieve something. Earlier he folded the body bag up and tucked it in the back of his pants underneath his infamous jacket. Tommy stands up then walks toward the curtains that lead backstage. The unfolding scene that continued to flash throughout has climaxed backstage. Tommy walks up to the stretcher whole holding the body bag. The medical team have now walked away declaring the actor playing Harris dead.

Crimson pulls the man off the stretcher and into the floor. He gets the blood from the actor on him as he begins to stuff the man into the bag. After a few moments struggling he achieves this. Tommy takes the toe tag off the zipper of the large body bag then takes off the actors right wrestling boot, followed by sock. He then carefully attaches the toe tag to the man’s big toe. “Harris, Calvin”, it reads hanging out of the body bag. Tommy then reaches down and takes hold of the body bag and begins to drag it back toward the curtains and stage.

The camera loses sight of the Fury for a brief moment. He drags the body in the bag out onto the stage. The right foot is all that hangs out so to reveal the toe tag. The entire arena now appears to be full? Every fan now stands and they all have solid white eyes, alive with Crimson’s influence including the police officers.

The scene back inside the casino’s large hall is breathtaking. Every fan has glowing white dead eyes. The Dead Eye Society controls the entire scene now. Tommy stands up to face the crowd after finishing dragging the actor back out.

Tommy carefully places the body bag down on the stage where the blood is still pooled the most.

“Yeah… This is all metaphorical mindfuck sure, and you could say it won’t happen this way or whatever. Go back over everything ever I’ve said while here, Calvin. I always deliver. Now I promised to explain why that little girl had her eyes covered… I know that’s all you are worried about right now. That’s why I am taking my time explaining it to you. I don’t owe you a fucking thing, champ.” Crimson explains into the camera lens.

Suddenly two individuals come through the curtains. It’s revealed to be Randalin Crimson pushing someone in a wheelchair. The person she is pushing is obviously a man in his early forties but cripple and wearing drag. Crimson continues to glare into the camera as the two approach slowly from behind him.

“This is my daughter, Calvin. She is pushing a man I made a similar promise to years and years ago. That feeble cripple is sEizure. He was the last undefeated champion I faced. I broke him in two then left him in that chair.” Tommy explains further while turning to point out the former champions wheelchair.

Crimson leans in closer to his former foe, sEizure. The man before him never recovered from the match he and Tommy had back in 2003.

“sEizure has no idea why that little girl had those bandages over her eyes either. The suspense is killing you isn’t it, CockSwallow? Good. So sEizure what advice do you have for the World Champion that faces yours truly?” Crimson asks the man he crippled years and ye

[Crimson]

 â€œNow I will tell you why that child portraying your brat had her eyes covered.” Tommy exclaims then nods at his daughter.

She pulls the backpack off her back then sits it down in front of her. She unzips the zipper then plunges inside with both hands. The camera on her widens to show this entire process. She retrieves the poppet doll. She then places it down carefully on the steel ramp. Tommy glares into the camera while pointing down at the doll.

“Do you see that? I know by now you realize that doll is binded to your daughter, Harris. That’s right. Anything done to that doll will immediately affect your daughter. Yeah, that’s where I am at. I will gut you before we even get fucking started, Calvin. What are you going to do? Not a fuckin’ thing.” Crimson further intimidates his opponent.

Randalin now crouches down over the doll on one knee. Crimson turns his gaze from the camera back to his daughter.

“Take its eyes.” Crimson demands.

Randalin looks up at her father in shock. She knows he has to know by doing this she will become blind for sure. “But..”, Randalin attempts to interject.

“Do it! You knew it would come to this. Take it’s fucking eyes now.” Crimson demands with an even more fierce tone now.

Tommy’s daughter realizes suddenly how evil her father truly is. He’s willing to take a toddlers eyesight to win a wrestling match. Sadistic.

Randalin can hear her grandmother’s voice in her head. “Never harm another person using the folk magic.”

She pulls out to small bent needles from her backpack then bends down to the doll. Randalin weeps for what she’s about to do but continues. She takes the needles and undoes the knots above each button on the doll. After doing this, Randalin takes the needles and slips each of them simultaneously beneath the buttons. She then takes a deep breath and ignores her gypsy grandmother’s voice in her head. She closes her one good eye then turns her head slightly. When she turns it back then opens her eye up, it’s solid white. She raises the needles to remove the dolls eyes essentially blinding a toddler completely.



The buttons fall off the the dolls face and land on the steel ramp. They each fall through the cracks hitting a steam pipe below the stage. They melt upon hitting the hot pipe ruining both buttons completely. Randalin begins to rock back and forth, crazy with regret.

Crimson laughs after the buttons melt below. He leans back to laugh as hard at Calvin as he possibly can.

“That’s why that actress had those bandages on her eyes. She becomes blind before the biggest match of her father’s career. That’s the mercy that I mentioned earlier, Calvin.”Crimson explains to his substantially weaker opponent.

“See.... She will be blind and unable to see what I am about to do to you. That is the only kind of mercy I can offer, Champ. I saw the love in your eyes for her, Harris. This will crush you once you realize I took her sight because of You. This is your fault.” Tommy shakes his head at Calvin’s “feelings”.

Tommy steps over the body bag with the actor stuck inside. He then sticks his chest out completely proud of the sadistic nature of his work on this night.

“A father’s love is an emotion I never took part in. This little bitch here claims to be my daughter and I used her to completely do you in, Calvin.” Tommy boasts openly.

Randalin looks up at her father after the snark comment. She continues to weep as Crimson ignores her now that she’s served her purpose.

“The emotion love carries certain risks with it. You love that child you helped create because that’s what society dictates. It’s that system you claim to fight against when you are a lifetime subscriber, Fuck-O.” The Fury continues without mercy.

“You left SCW before because the roster was too strong. I watched the tape and you couldn’t compete back then so you bailed. You waited until those men who beat you were long gone then you come back. Dmitri is no real challenge. I’d destroy him and that’s why the higher ups keep him away from me. Much like they have you, Harris.” Crimson explains further.

Tommy turns away from his daughter, who continues to have a nervous breakdown while sitting down flat on the steel ramp. Crimson looks deep into the camera.

“You can’t duck me any longer. The time has come for me to prove why I am the best wrestling living today. I will leave Sin City Wrestling the top two straps next weekend, Calvin. You know it. I know it. Everyone does.” The Fury grins into the lens for a moment before he continues.

“Nothing you have done will matter after this. They won’t remember about Calvin Harris beating weak opponents to hold the top prize. Oh No... They will remember the night I closed this fucking place with both of the top championship belts on each shoulder. I will make sure they mention you at the bottom of my wikipedia page though… You Know… So You Aren’t Forgotten Completely.” Tommy finishes by closing his eyes. He turns away from the camera for a moment then back with his eyes still closed. When he reopens them, they are solid white now.

Randalin picks up the doll off the steel ramp which catches Tommy’s attention immediately. He turns all the way around to face his daughter and get the doll from her.

“Did you mean what you said about me, Daddy?” Randalin spits out between tears.

Crimson walks over to his daughter, who still sits on the stage.

“Give me the doll.” Tommy orders Randalin.

“No.” She replies.

Crimson reaches in to nab the doll but she pulls away then falls off the stage! She hits the back of her head and then pops back up. Tommy doesn’t give chase because Randalin is acting strange. She appears to be going blind before his very eyes.

“I can’t see, Dad.” She exclaims at her father.

Randalin stands back up after the fall but her eyesight has already begun to fail.

Tommy looks into the camera once more while his daughter struggles to see behind him.

“Calvin… You portray a villain poorly because even you still have rules. I have none. I did this to win. Now I ask you... “ Crimson swings away from the cameras to watch his daughter struggle. He then turns back around slow to face the camera straight ahead.

“Are you going to quit before you lose outright? I was going to win either way and anything you do doesn’t dictate dick for The Fury. I had a plan and stuck to it. Look at this spectacle I have created. You Are Done. Finished.” Tommy finishes off Harris then turns to see what Randalin is doing now.

She has gotten right up behind Tommy. Randalin holds up her hands but Crimson pushes them away. He hovers above her with rage filled eyes. “I’ve also got a surprise for you, Rand.” Tommy announces proudly.

Suddenly the entire arena begins to crackle and glitch out of place. Randalin looks around aimlessly from the colors she can make out. The sudden change allows her to see better briefly. The entire environment shifts. This was never the casino where Tommy will face Harris. The entire green room studio became another place entirely with filming tricks. A steel ramp and ring are real. Everything else besides Crimson, Randalin, and sEizure were projected onto the green walls, floor, and ceiling.

Suddenly one whole wall becomes the head of Tommy Crimson. The other half of the environment becomes the head of Chance Von Crank. They are both holding phones and facing each other without moving. A ringing noise can be heard throughout suddenly Randalin can make out the huge images and begins to listen.

“Hello?” Chance Von Crank’s voice booms over the scene.

“Chance?” Tommy Crimson’s voice responds. The two images mouth’s move but not to the words being said over the apparent taped phone conversation. Crimson and Randalin stand in the middle of Crimson’s largest studio that can change the entire environment around them.

“Yeah, What do you want?” Chance replies to Tommy.

“What is with that little girl becoming Disney’s next Hannah Montana?” Crimson inquires about his daughters latest career move.

“I think it’s great. I will spend all of that money she makes too.” cVc informs his wrestling friend.

“No. She can’t become a wholesome fucking role model!” Crimson screams over the phone.

“Why Not?” Chance responds.

“If she becomes a pop culture icon that’s wholesome, it will hurt my brand. I am violent and everything Disney is against. I can’t have this. You need to handle this shit, Right Now!” Tommy continues to spew his anger across the phone.

“That’s stupid, Tommy. Why would I do that? I need a cold blooded finisher right now in DEFIANCE, so what about this… Give me GodBooked and I will take care of this right now.” Crank offers a compromise.

Crimson goes silent on the phone. Thoughts race through his mind of a daughter’s wholesome image ruining everything he’s worked his entire life for.

“Deal.” Tommy finally whispers.

“So I can use it until the day I die?” Crank inquires.

“Yes.” Crimson assures.

“I will go fuck up her face then.” Chance announces then hangs up the phone before Crimson can even respond.

The phone call dies out and the environment controlled entirely by a green screen changes once again. Fire all around begins to burn lighting up the area bright. Randalin can see somewhat with more light but is in complete shock of the deal that was made between her father and step father.

Randalin gets up to her feet then wipes her good eye to see better. She faces her father inside the flame covered environment.

“You are the goddamn devil, Daddy. How could you take everything from me to save face? I know you would have stopped him had you known he would mess up my eye and face.” Randalin spouts.

“No I wouldn’t. Once you were out of my way, I became the biggest wrestler in the world. I still am right now. You will die of cancer and be forgotten forever. I have no love for anyone other than myself. A child to take care of is a burden I refuse to partake in. That cancer will slowly kill off the mistake I made years ago. It’s beautiful.” Crimson replies with cold blood running through his veins.

Tommy turns away from his daughter as the fire continues to burn all over in the huge green screen environment. Randalin can see slightly out of her one good eye. She reaches over and snatches up a gas mask that a camera man dropped earlier. She clutches the doll close and begins to back away toward the projected fire.

The set turns from fire to a three dimensional view of Dante’s Inferno as described in the book. The exit sign on the side door becomes a red blur to Randalin but she inches closer and closer to it. Suddenly Tommy turns and rushes toward her. The golden shovel that Crimson used to metaphorically “bury” Kristopher Ryans from an earlier video is now leaned up against the wall. Randalin feels it behind her and grasps hold of it with her right hand. As Crimson reaches her, she swings the small golden shovel at him! Connect!

Tommy hits the floor after the unexpected shot. Randalin slips the gas mask over her head then pushes the exit door open. She holds the doll close as she heads for a helicopter outside. She gets inside and her and the pilot immediately have a verbal exchange.

Crimson gets up to his feet and stumbles toward the door while holding his head. The teenager uses her charm and sway the pilot to fly off. After what the pilot heard over the radio about what Crimson has done to her, he agrees with little hesitation. The chopper blades swing to life as Tommy comes crashing out of the exit of his largest studio.

Crimson snarls with real rage and chokes a bit from the riot gas still swirling about. Randalin hangs out of the side of the helicopter while looking down at her father. It begins to lift up and she holds on tight to the side with her sight failing further by the second.

“See you in the sequel, Dad!” Randalin screams out from the ascending chopper.

Crimson falls to his knees then covers his face with both hands to prevent breathing in the gas. The chopper lifts off and takes off into the night full speed. Tommy rushes back inside the studio to inform everyone to give chase.

“FIND HER!” Tommy screams as “Gypsy” by Fleetwood Mac begins to play. After a few moments the camera view returns to the chopper flying off in the distance. Even the camera men filming are happy she got away from Crimson.


To Be Continued, Calvin.

[Calvin Harris]

 

ACT I: Trouble In Paradise.

The two hundredth episode of Climax Control had come to an end. Not only was it the two hundredth, but it was the very last Climax Control to ever take place. After all it was no secret at this point Sin City Wrestling was closing its doors after six long years in January. On the last night the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Calvin Harris had competed in the main event. Somewhere he would have agreed that he had belonged and in a convincing fashion. He defeated SCW’s Internet Champion, Griffin Hawkins. His pure hatred shined while facing the man and Calvin took every last bit of that said hatred out on Griffin. Before driving him down onto his head and neck to finish him off.

That wasn’t the shocking part. After all as much as people hated the Martyr. They knew that no matter what he was going to come out with a victory in the end. However the shock was when Calvin got on the microphone following the match and let it be known that he would not be sticking around for Full Circle. Essentially, he quit because the company had disrespected him. Therefore in disrespecting him, he didn’t feel like he owed it to him to stick around for the final show. The Martyr simply stated he was down and he was taking the SCW Heavyweight Championship home with him.
As Calvin very quickly found out, not everything went the way he wanted or went the way that he said it was going to go.

The moment he began that journey up the ramp. He was cut off by one of the owners of the company. Not to mention a man that Calvin had vocally on many different occasions let it be known he had on issue with. That man of course being Christian Underwood. However the man didn’t come alone. He was backed up by several members of the roster. Current members and legends of all sorts. Pretty much trapping Calvin where he stood. Underwood had quite a bit to say, but the single most important thing that he said was that Calvin wouldn’t be walking out with the championship. After all it was SCW’s property and technically, Calvin was still under contract. This prompted
Underwood to make the announcement that at Full Circle.

There was going to be a SCW Heavyweight Championship match. He made it clear Calvin would be forced to compete and it would be against none other than the man known as Crimson. It was the last real shock that Sin City Wrestling could produce and needless to say the Martyr wasn’t happy about it. That much was clear as the cameras had continued to roll backstage. The SCW World Champion was kicking things over as he stormed down the hallway. He was shoving several stagehands and what not out of his way as he continued down the hall in this raging fit. Finally, that storming lead to a door. A specific door to which had his name on it. Taking his foot, he kicked the door and caused it to fly open. Hitting the concrete wall behind it. Instantly both Daniel Richards and Gabriel Michaels looked up from where they were sitting. From the looks of it they were engaging in a card game of sorts. Their attention following on their leader. Calvin found himself glaring at the two of them.

CALVIN HARRIS: Are you fucking kidding me right now?!

DANIEL RICHARDS: What?
A very enraged Calvin found himself stomping over and kicking over this makeshift table the two had set up with their cards on it. In a single kick of his foot, he managed to send the table flying across the room as it smacked the lockers on the wall across from it. The cards sitting on the table went flying up into the air. Calvin was seething at this point. Turning around and finding himself screaming at the two of them.

CALVIN HARRIS: This is what’s fucking important to you?! Huh, this is what’s fucking important?!
GABRIEL MICHAELS: Why don’t you take a breather there, before you end up pissing off the wrong people?

CALVIN HARRIS: Fuck you, you worthless fuck!

DANIEL RICHARDS: Here we go...

CALVIN HARRIS: If it wasn’t for me. You two would be at home doing absolutely fucking nothing with your lives. The same shit you were doing before I gave you a job!

Glaring at the two of them still with this look of sheer hatred. Gabriel and Daniel stood there in an attempt to let cooler heads prevail, but with the way that Calvin was lashing out. It didn’t seem like that was going to be the case.
CALVIN HARRIS: And the last time I checked when that job was giving to you. We were all in agreement, whatever I needed and whenever you two were needed. You two would be there to make sure things went the way I wanted. Where the hell were you tonight?!

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Uh, where you asked us to be?

DANIEL RICHARDS: Aren’t you the one that told us, you didn’t need us out there? And aren’t you the one that told us, you wouldn’t struggle with someone like Griffin Hawkins? Bite off a little more than you can chew or something?

CALVIN HARRIS: Keep it up...

GABRIEL MICHAELS: What the hell do you expect? Coming in all hot on us. Like we’re just going to take your shit?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, that’s exactly what I fucking expect!
That rage was still very much consuming the World Heavyweight Champion. Pushing his way past the two of them he grabbed a chair and slammed it down for him to sit in. His eyes finding the two of them as he glared back up at them.

CALVIN HARRIS: Because of the two of you not doing your fucking job. I was blindsided. Because the two of you didn’t do your job. I was put in a position where at any given moment I could have been attacked by several fucking people. Because the two of you didn’t do your damn job. I’m not being forced to defend my championship at Full Circle!

DANIEL RICHARDS: How the hell is that our fault?!

GABRIEL MICHAELS: If you remember correctly Calvin. You brought us in because you had formed more enemies than friends. Don’t you think this was kind of already coming to you no matter what?!

DANIEL RICHARDS: You were fucked from the gate. There wasn’t a damn thing we could have done. Ain’t no way they were letting you walk out with the title and without defending it.

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s not the fucking point!

Quickly, once again Calvin found himself lashing out once again. Standing up once again from where he was sitting. Finding himself getting right back in their faces. His rage was surely getting the best of him. Logically, one would think the last thing he wanted to do was get on the bad side of the only two allies that he had. Although at the same time as people should have understood at this point. Calvin’s anger had always been the thing that got the best of him. Seething with anger, he just looked the two men in their faces.

CALVIN HARRIS: It comes down to the fact you were meant to have my back, regardless of the situation. You didn’t and therefore you’ve proven to me. You’re no different than anyone else in this company. You can’t be trusted. You can’t be relied on.

DANIEL RICHARDS: You’re fucking kidding me right?!

CALVIN HARRIS: No, I’m not. You know the code I live by. If I can’t count on you, then essentially it means that you’re not with me and if you’re not with me. Then you're against me.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Calvin, be smart about this. Don’t make a decision that you’re going to end up regretting...

CALVIN HARRIS: I already made a decision that I regret. I regret ever asking the two of you to come fight by my side. I realize now more than ever why the three of us never worked out. You’re a fucking disappointment. So, get your shit and get of my locker room. You’re both fired!

There was a silence that fell over the room. Nearly the moment those words came out of his mouth. He stood there holding his stance, just glaring the two of them. Both Daniel and Gabriel both had a scowl on their own faces. Glaring right back at Calvin, expressing that neither one of them was happy about the decision that was going to be made. What could they do though? It isn’t like they had official contract with Sin City Wrestling. If anything the company itself would enjoy these two men being gone and not being able to wreck havoc. That silence continued, but it was fairly clear the Martyr meant business with what he said. That’s when Gabriel and Daniel both scooped up their bags out of the lockers.

Those sour looks continued to remain on their faces. Both men tossing their backpacks and duffle bags over their shoulders. Before reaching down and snatching up their roll away bags. For a brief moment they found themselves stopping and making eye contact with Calvin. Almost like they were expecting him to change his mind. That wasn’t the case. Calvin found himself looking away from the two of them in pure and utter disgust. Cue the two men just lowering their heads and walking right out the locker room door. This prompted the Martyr himself to walk over and slam the door shut with force. The force of the door slamming shut echoed heavily throughout the room and surely down the hall of the venue.

CALVIN HARRIS: Fuck those guys! I don’t need them, I don’t need anyone!

Right away Calvin slammed himself down in the chair once again. He looked around the room in pure silence for that moment. Taking in everything that had happened. From the end of his match, to the announcement, to getting rid of his friends seemingly for good, and it was starting to make it feel like the walls were closing in on him. It made him start to realize that he truly was on his own. Not just that, but Calvin knew that in a few weeks time. It would be up to him to prove everything that he had ever said without a shadow of a doubt. This could not be a situation where he failed and if he did. There would be no coming back from it. His career was very much like SCW’s days. They were coming to an end and he had to go out on the highest of notes for the last twelve years to truly mean anything.

ACT II: Life Changes.

Life had been great for the wrestling sensation Calvin Harris. The sole reason that it had been great was because it wasn’t required for him to hop on a plane every single week and fly out to wherever Sin City Wrestling was that week. Truth be told before it had been decided that SCW would be closing their doors. Calvin was starting to regret his decision to go back to the company. Sure, he was on top as the SCW World Champion. Sure, for the most part his record was spotless. And sure, he was having probably one of the best runs of his career.

At the end of the day though, he didn’t feel like he was respected. Nor did he feel that he was valued and therefore it was making him decide if it was best for him to leave. Course now with the company closing down. It was no longer a decision on if he’d be leaving. The decision had been made for him. So in some aspects there was a little relief there. Course, there were still some decision to be made. Decisions that he had been putting off and enjoying time at home with his family. Right now he was in full time daddy mode. Lying on the floor of his son’s room. Watching as Oliver tried to push himself on his hands and knees.

CALVIN HARRIS: Come on Oliver. You got it.
The near five month old sat on his hands and knees, rocking back and forth. With his head cocked to the side looking at his father.

CALVIN HARRIS: Just a little bit more effort. You’re going to crawl. I know it. Show daddy what a big boy you are.

Almost as if he was intentionally defying Calvin. Oliver gave up on the rocking and just fell flat on his stomach. It was about that time the two of them heard a familiar voice. Causing them both to perk up.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Leave the poor baby alone. He’ll crawl when he’s ready!

Calvin looked up seeing his wife, Alessandra standing right there at the entrance of their son’s room. Shaking her head from side to side. Quickly, he pushed himself up off the floor and scooped Oliver up off the floor. Holding him in his right arm, and taking those few steps towards Alessandra.

CALVIN HARRIS: There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of motivation, thank you very much.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I never said there was, but he’s five months old. Let him be a baby a little longer, will you?

An excited Oliver was already reaching out for Alessandra. To which she held out her arms in order for the two of them to make an exchange, Calvin handing the child off. Alessandra finding himself smothering the small child with small kisses on his cheeks and forehead. It brought such a smile to Calvin’s face to see how good she was at being a mother and how much she loved both of their children.

CALVIN HARRIS: How was the girl’s day with Miss VP?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: It was fantastic. We got ourselves a bunch of new clothes.

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course you did.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Hey, don’t sound so bitter over it? You should be one hundred percent our shopping habits. Don’t want your little girl or your wife looking less than our best, do you?

CALVIN HARRIS: Of course not... I just know here soon we’re going to need to budget better.

Nearly right away Alessandra caught onto those words right away. The two of them never really discussed money or bills or budgets. Considering for the most part their family was very well off. Their careers have provided quite the comfortable living situation. For many years before and assuming many years after. Though that made her question things and she was quick to say something.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Budget better?

CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, you know for the future.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Uh? I’m very confused here. We’ve been fine all this time. Why would the future be in jeopardy all of the sudden?

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s not something I want to talk about right this moment, but eventually we’re just going to have to make sure that we’re smart about what we spend over the next several years.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Wait a minute. Excuse me? You don’t want to talk about it, but you say things like that? Oh no, we’re talking about it...

Alessandra turned herself around for that brief moment with Oliver in her hands. She leaned over the child’s crib and put him down in it. Reaching up for a second to turn his mobile on for distraction, hopefully leading to a much needed nap. She turned herself around forcefully grabbing a hold of Calvin’s hand tugging him out of the room and shutting the door behind them. She let go of his hand the moment they were out of the room. Turning around and staring up at him.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I’m not going to ask. I’m not going to beg. Instead you’re just going to tell me. So spill the beans, now.

Based on the look in her eyes. Calvin could tell that she meant business and therefore there was no reason at all to even try to get around this. Taking a deep breath inward before exhaling. He looked her right in the eyes.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’ve made the decision about my career. And that decision is that I’m going to retire on January fourteenth.

That was such a weight off his shoulder. For the last several weeks Calvin had internally been trying to decide what he wanted to do. He wanted to figure out if there was anything left for him to do in the business. He wanted to know if there was a reason to start all over again. He wanted to figure out if he still had the passion he once had for the business and the answer seemed obviously. He didn’t have that passion anymore, therefore he didn’t see the point.

CALVIN HARRIS: One of the few life lessons I ever learned from my father was simple. If you don’t love something anymore, then leave it. There’s no point in forcing something when you’ve emotionally checked out on it. I have realized that I have emotionally checked out on professional wrestling. I don’t have the passion I once had for it. I don’t have the drive I once had for it. I don’t love professional wrestling like I used to. I’d even go as far as to say that I’ve learned to start hating it. A lot of that is to blame on SCW, but the business just isn’t the same anymore and I don’t care enough to go on anymore.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And when did you come to this conclusion, Calvin?

CALVIN HARRIS: I made that decision when I had flown out for the two hundredth episode of Climax Control. That entire flight to Vegas, I kept telling myself I didn’t want to go and I didn’t have the passion for this anymore. I knew basically right then, I was going to retire. But I tried to give myself a few weeks to come around. It just hasn’t changed. I don’t want to do this anymore. And that’s why I’m concerned about a budget. Cause while we’re fine now. I don’t see myself ever wrestling again.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Calvin, I love you. I truly do... but we’re never going to be in a financial crisis and if you think by some of the worst luck hitting us that we did have a crisis, that I’d make you go back to doing something you hate. You don't know me very well at all. I’d never do that at all.

For a brief moment she shook her head a bit from side to side. In a bit of a reassuring manner more than anything at all.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: I’m a little annoyed that you’re just now telling me about a decision you’ve made. But if anyone gets it and understand how had a decision like that is. It’s me. I support you. There’s no point in doing something you hate.

CALVIN HARRIS: If only that was completely true. I still hate the fact that I even have to compete at this last show. I’d much rather be done now.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: And as I’ve told you once before. What can they really do to you, if you decided to not show up? Fire you? They’d look like idiots firing a guy that kept them a float in their dying months.

CALVIN HARRIS: True, but as I’ve told you before. Both men running the company are petty childlike men that would do anything they could to make me look bad if I didn’t show up... Least this way if I do show up. I can end shit on my terms.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Whatever you want to, Calvin. I’m just happy to have you home for good here in the near future.

CALVIN HARRIS: Same here. Home is where I belong more than anything these days.

Nodding his head with a bit of pride to said nod. Both of his arms quickly wrapping around his wife and pulling her into him for a warm embrace. He felt her arms wrap around him as well, as she rubbed the small of his back. Kind of in a comforting manner. Life was sure going to be different for Calvin once his final match took place. It would be different adjusting to not being on the road all the time or having a certain schedule or putting on the most physical matches anyone had ever seen leaving himself in pain as well as on an adrenaline rush, but at the end of the day. He knew this was the best decision. He hated wrestling, but he loved being at home and he needed to be where his love was. Just one more moment, just one more match, and his legacy would come to an end. He just needed to make sure it meant something in the end.

ACT III: The Crimson Mask.

Over the course of the last few weeks. Calvin had time to sit at home and in that time to sit at home. His mind had began to wander. In specific wander about what decisions he was going to need to be making in the near future. As soon as January 14th, the very night that he would be stepping into the ring for Sin City Wrestling’s Full Circle event. The question on his mind, is what was he going to do next? Once that event came to an end that was it. SCW was closed and leaving Calvin without a job. That was looming over his head, but at the same time there was business that needed to be handled first.

It was at that exact moment, the scene found itself fading in. The very first thing that was noticed was The Martyr himself, Calvin Harris sitting there in a chair. It was almost throne like. Sitting directly in his lap in plain sight was the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. His eyes found themselves zeroing in on the cameras that were placed before him. That was a very good sign, that this serious expression that he was given was going to have a serious tone to this entire video. That’s when he began to speak out in that bold and very loud voice that he could be known for.

CALVIN HARRIS: The countdown is on. We’re exactly twenty days away from Full Circle. The very last show that Sin City Wrestling will ever hold. It’s the very last show of the company’s existence. And after some very much consideration. I’ve decided that Full Circle will be my very last match as a professional wrestler. Yep, at the age of twenty nine years old. I’m officially retiring from this sport.

That one statement alone was going to make headlines for weeks upon weeks on several different pro wrestling dirt sheet sites. It’d be something fans were rejoice over. Something some fans would be upset over. It was also something that people were going to speculate over, start rumors with, and so forth. Nonetheless though people were going to take notice that announcement.

CALVIN HARRIS: That’s going to be without a doubt one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Especially when I know that at the age of twenty nine. I’ve got another fifteen maybe even twenty years left in me. I could do this until I was the age of fifty, because that’s how damn good I am. But at the same exact time, after spending the last year in Sin City Wrestling. The desire, the passion, and the love I had for professional wrestling has died. I don’t love this like I once did. This company has made me completely and utterly hate the sport.
Being here and seeing the jokes that walk around the locker room have made me sour on wrestling. Seeing the men that run this company has made me realize that I can’t trust owners, bookers, or any one in position of power of any wrestling company. I’ve come to learn that here in SCW. That they’ll screw you the first chance they get and then when they do it. They won’t take responsibility for it, but instead they’re hide behind illogical and play the victim card. Now I guess that is a little unfair to blame just SCW for all of that. About the last three companies I’ve worked for have shown shadiness. SCW just finally broke me down.

Calvin’s expression kind of said it all. He looked annoyed and looked rather disgusted. Now granted there were going to be a lot of people that would question his logic, but even though that would be the case. That wouldn’t change his mindset or really hold any purpose to him.

CALVIN HARRIS: However regardless of what decision I’ve made. As well as regardless of what Sin City Wrestling and it’s owners have done to me. The fact still remains that I don’t have a choice in the matter at Full Circle. It has been decided that on that night I’ll be defending the title. As much as I wanted to leave a few weeks ago, my hands are tied behind my back. But at the same time with them being tied behind my back. It has given me time to think. It has given me time to look at the bigger picture. It has given me time to focus and given me time to realize that I’ve got one last thing left to do. I’ve got to prove that without a shadow of a doubt. I am one of the most dominate men to ever compete in this roster. Not just prove that but to also prove that I am one of the single best SCW World Heavyweight Champions that have ever existed. That’s right, one of the best throughout this company’s entire history.

There was a certain boldness to Calvin’s voice with every word that he let come out of his mouth at that current moment.

CALVIN HARRIS: My chance to prove that I’m a better champion than J2H ever was. Prove that I’m a better champion than Drake Green ever was. Prove I’m a better champion than the likes of Simon Jones, Kevin Carter, Rage, and so many others. For, I’ve dominated at this point for nearly a hundred days and if I close out Full Circle with another victory. I’ll be going down as the very last champion that SCW ever had. An accolade that will make all of their reigns in general look like garbage. But the only way that I can make that happen. I’ve got to be able to get past Christian Underwood’s handpicked man. The very man that he has put all of his stock behind. The very man he’s putting his entire fortune behind. The very man that believes that is going to dethrone me as champion. We’re talking about Tommy Crimson. Yes, in order for my legacy to leave a lasting impression and in order for me to cram my fist down the throat of SCW. I’ve got to be able to defeat the undefeated Roulette Champion himself.

For a very brief moment. Calvin simply shook his head from side to side. Based on the look on his face and just that small shake of his head. It kind of said everything that it needed to say. In the sense that he wasn’t exactly very thrilled about what was set to take place. At the same time it seemed that he understood what he was up against.

CALVIN HARRIS: Before I get too much into this. Allow me to say this much Mr. Underwood. I get it. I do. I truly understand that you’re mad at me for wanting to walk out on a company that was a sinking ship. I get that you’re upset that the man that you never wanted as champion in the first place wasn’t a lifer and didn’t want to go down with ship. I get that you’ve hated me since day one and that you never wanted to see me progress. Pretty sure Mark had the same mindset, but here’s a little bit of a tip. It’s that mindset. It’s that biasness. It’s that ego of yours that has ran your fucking company into the ground in the first place. So, one day you’re going to have to eventually own up to your own mistake and give apologies to people like me that you’ve screwed over throughout the years. And for the record I’m going to love once again making you eat your words. As well as love defying all the odds by once again defeating one of the guys you’re firmly behind. It’s become something I’m fairly good at. Just ask Dmitri...

In true Calvin fashion. He proceeded to let a chuckle fall from his lips. One that was very sinister and filled with satisfaction. There was a good chance that was going to upset quite a few people. Although at this point one would have to assume that’s what he was going for with no regrets.

CALVIN HARRIS: In that being said Crimson. I’ve got to say that it’s a little surprising to see you playing the corporate stooge part so well. After all haven’t you been the one since day one cutting these demon-evil like promos? Haven’t you been the one claiming to make leather jackets out the skins of your opponents? Haven’t you been the one claiming that you’re practically going to murder every single person that you find yourself stepping into the ring with? From day one, you’ve been establishing yourself as someone that you would only see in a horror movie. Very Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees like. To which reminds me very much of everything that Dmitri tried to do with this whole vampire slash from another world gimmick. Everyone else was impressed by it. Everyone else bought into it. Everyone else showed fear for you. Meanwhile when I did pay attention to you. I was sitting here thinking to myself, that you were full of shit. Cue random gif to flash across the screen at this moment.

Calvin had that arrogant smirk crossing his lips. Sure enough at the follow of his words there was a gif that popped up and summed up everything when it came to how Calvin felt about Crimson and the things he was trying to prove.



Guess it was a good thing to have people that knew how to edit your promos. It was either that or Calvin was just as good at using google as Crimson himself was. That being said though, Calvin found himself sitting up a little more and keeping those eyes of hers locked on the cameras before him.

CALVIN HARRIS: Now before you get a big head there Crimson. You know one bigger than you’ve already got. Notice how I said that when I paid attention to you. For the most part you were never a concern for me. There was no reason for me to care about what you were doing. You were stuck in a dead division aka that Roulette Division. Essentially, you were bound to be in the mid-card for your entire career. Nothing about you, Crimson had an appeal to me. Nothing about you, ever told me that you were going to one day be in the main event against me - the only real main event caliber superstar that SCW has to offer. Then again something tells me that you yourself saw that being the case as well. To which would make all the sense in the world why you jumped on the corporate stooge train, the very first opportunity that presented itself.
I can only imagine how that meeting with Christian and Mark went. I am sure that they were hyping you up to yourself like you were the single greatest thing that’s ever come to this company. It wouldn’t even surprise me if Christian dropped down on his knees and sucked your dick, as well as tickled your balls to make you feel all that much better about yourself. Sure, they were telling you all about yourself. How you defeated the single most dominant SCW Roulette Champion, Kristopher Ryans to become the champion. In all actuality that was a man you should have never defeated. A man that’s way more qualified to face me than you are. And a man they lost because poor decisions. Imagine that? But nonetheless I’m sure they reminded you of it. To which they all tied into you being able to defeat me.

And I am sure with all of that being said Crimson. You ate it all up. You loved every goddamn minute of it. Why wouldn’t you? Trust, I get it. If someone’s going to stroke my ego. I’m certainly going to soak it up and live in the moment. But there’s a big difference between the two of us. First and foremost, I’m actually as good as I say I am. I’m as good as everyone else says I am. I’ve proven that time and time again, against the elite that SCW has to offer. Meanwhile you aren’t nearly as good as everyone says that you are. I can point out that most of your matches since coming to SCW have been against men that were barely above subpar level. Most of the time you faced men that were in curtain jerkers to start the night off. Men that were one no show away from losing their contract. For the most part you faced people that didn’t truly matter in SCW. You were given easy wins.

Which might be a hard pill for you to swallow, now that it’s been put out in the open. At the same exact time though, I’m not here to feed your ego. Instead I am here to put it how it is. And that’s exactly how it is. You were given most of your wins. Where as the only person of real talent you defeated. You should have never defeated in the first place. Ryans was a really good wrestler and SCW fucked up by making a poor decision, but the victory is in the books. There’s nothing that can be done about it. It shows you defeated him, but here’s where I hit you with another difference. While your best opponent was a really good wrestler, you just happened to get past with the company in the back pocket. I’m a really good wrestler, that knows how this company is. Therefore I’m willing to use every dirty tactic it takes to win. Including fish hooking your eye and popping that motherfucker out of socket.

There was finally a pause coming from the Martyr. In that bit of a long-winded rant. Calvin seemed to be speaking from the heart and seemed to be on a mission to tear down the ego that Crimson was known for riding on. Not that it was a surprise by any means. For Calvin was known for tearing down his opponent’s egos. It was a mental game that he had mastered and a mental game that had worked out for him on many-many different occasions. There was no reason that it wouldn’t work out for him this time out. Keeping that smirk spread on his lips, he broke the silence again.

CALVIN HARRIS: You see Crimson. While you’re off hiding behind a persona about how you’re such a demonic fuck. While you’re hiding behind this mask that you’ve created for yourself. I on the other hand am not hiding behind a persona. I’m not the one hiding behind a mask. Oh no, I’m off being me and I’m off being as real as I possibly can be. That’s what has made me so effect here in SCW. I’m hated because I’m real. I’m hated because I’m able to accomplish everything that I’ve ever said. I’m hated because there is no one that can touch me. But you?

You’re hated because of a persona and because of the mask you’ve created for yourself. Yet, the questions I have for you is. What happens when that persona you’ve created fails at Full Circle? What happens when the mask you’ve been hiding behind happens to be snatched right off your face by my hand? What happens when the ego of yours starts to crack? What happens you realize that you let Christian and Mark lead you down the wrong path? More importantly what happens when reality smacks you right in the fucking face and makes you come back down to earth with the rest of us?!

As he looked right at the cameras. Calvin found himself arching his eyebrow up in the air in a questioning manner. Making it seem all that more real. For these were not only questions that he had, but they were questions whether Crimson realized it or not he was going to have to give an answer to when Full Circle arrived. That eyebrow went to normal, as Calvin found himself beginning to shake his head a little with that sarcastic smirk on his face.

CALVIN HARRIS: All of those questions I’ve just asked you, you’re not going to have a single answer for and the reason that you’re not going to have an answer for them is simply because you’ve bought into your own hype for far too long. Far far too long Crimson, you’ve believed that you’re a God of some sort. But now i get to take personal pride in making sure that you’re drop from your throne back to earth is a very-very painful experience. For the way that you’ve carried yourself. I’ll have no sympathy in peeling back that mask back and showing all of Sin City Wrestling who you truly are. For the way that you’ve presented yourself and for the corners you’ve cut. I’ll have no sympathy for how hard reality hits you. And for the fact that you’re the thing that’s standing in my way of leaving a lasting impression with my legacy. I’ll have no sympathy in single handedly causing your complete and utter destruction.

Such a proud smirk was on Calvin’s expression at that moment. For it really drove home the point of how he truly felt. As well as painted a picture to all of the audience in how things could end up going at Full Circle. A picture that wouldn’t be one they or Crimson themselves were going to want to remember. Though as the Martyr had proven time and time again, it wasn’t about them or his opponents. It was all about him and all about what he wanted.

CALVIN HARRIS: Have no fear though Crimson. I am not completely insensitive. Once I’ve done what needs to be done and showed the entire world who you are. I’ll leave you with a new mask to hide behind. It’ll be the Crimson Mask... See you at Full Circle.

That turned out to be his final words for the time being. That sarcastic and cruel chuckle of his began to fall from his lips, just as the cameras started to zoom out away from him. Turns out that chuckle would be the last thing that anyone heard before the cameras faded to black. Based on everything that was said by this man at this time. It was going to peak the interest of a lot of people. It was going to make that match that more must-see. It was going to draw quite a bit of attention and make people want to see just how this was all going to turn out in the end. That’s exactly why not a single person was going to miss the main event of Full Circle. For it was going to deliver in a way that would could not express.

[Calvin Harris]

 ACT IV: Crushing Parties and Ruining Dreams.
The days were seemingly starting to fly by pretty quickly. For now it was just about 72 hours before the big Full Circle event. How fitting was it that the final show was going to be held in the Gold Coast Casino right here in Las Vegas. End things right where they had started to begin with. Of course the town was buzzing about the event. There were no more loyal fans than those of SCW’s. They were there from the very beginning and they were going to be there to the very end. Now as it turned out on this particular day. Those in charge of the company were holding a special press conference.
Not only for the fans to see some of their favorite stars appear, but to give the media a chance to help promote them one final time. All press is good press especially in a situation like this. By this time the company had taken their time to begin the set up for Full Circle. Many and many reporters / media outlets had piled themselves around the ring in chairs. Several hundred of fans were in attendance just for the press conference alone. Everyone’s attention was set on the woman that was a staple to SCW. That woman being Ms. Rocky Mountains herself. She found herself standing in the middle of the ring, behind a podium that had been set up. A smile on her face, as she began to speak to all that were there.
MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me on behalf of Sin City Wrestling, thank you for all being here today. We’ve promised that this press conference that we’re going to be a hundred percent real. A hundred percent raw. There are no scripts. No kayfabe for the lack of a better term. Any and every question that you may have for us. We’re going to give the one hundred percent truthful answer. Being the first time we’ve done something like this and as we’re going out. We feel like the people are worthy of that.
There were quite a few applauses. Not only from the fans that sat on the other side of the barricade in excitement to see this press conference, but also from the media outlets that surrounded the ring. After all it was a good thing for them to get the truth. It was them getting the scoop to report and did them wonders.
MS. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Over the course of the next hour and half. There is going to be several stars that come out here. From legends to champions to veterans to rookies. To which I am sure they’re going to all tell you exactly what Sin City Wrestling has meant to them for the last six years. They’re going to give you people damn near everything you could ask for and then some. That being said we’ve...
Right then and there, in the middle of her sentence. “Your Betrayal” by Bullet For My Valentine found itself starting to play over the PA system there inside the Golden Coast Casino. Based on the look on Ms. Mountain’s face, it was safe to say this wasn’t part of the show. She looked genuinely confused, but at the same time disgusted. Right away there were the boos of the fans that were in attendance for this press conference. Course the people in charge of the media and the people that were going to get to ask their questions perked up with excitement. Behind them up on the stage The Martyr himself, Calvin Harris stepped out on the half completed stage. He was dressed in an all black suit but more importantly with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. A bit of a smug smirk was on Calvin’s lips as he began to walk down that ramp with no remorse. Once he entered the ring, he found himself stepping right up to the podium. Nudging Ms. Mountains out of the way with his elbow in the process.
CALVIN HARRIS: Step aside toots. I’ve got this.
Chuckling in that true asshole like nature of his. Ms. Mountains took a couple of steps back glaring right at him expressing that she wasn’t happy. Calvin quickly turned away from her and faced the people before him.
CALVIN HARRIS: She’s boring as fuck eh folks? If there’s anyone that’s going to be out here for the funeral of Sin City Wrestling. It should be me. I promise you, I’m going to deliver quite the memorable eulogy.
Those words got the reaction that he had expected from the fans. Lots and lots of boos. Not a single fan found his joke clever. They all found it in poor taste, but at the same time it was kind of a given that he himself didn’t give a damn. Pointing out to the reporters as he spoke.
CALVIN HARRIS: Let’s get this show on the road shall we? What’s your question numb nuts?
As insulting as the question was. The guy that Calvin was directly pointing out stood up. Dude was quite the nerd, big thick glasses and a notepad in hand. Calvin began to regret his decision nearly right away, with a slight shake of his head. However it was too late as the reporter began to speak.
REPORTER #1: Mr. Harris, you just stated that you are here to deliver a eulogy for the death of Sin City Wrestling. Essentially that’s what the closure of the company means, but the question I have for you. Is how do you really feel about SCW closing down in three days? For the last year you’ve been giving this company all you had and your hard work has paid off. But now it will seem to have been for nothing.
CALVIN HARRIS: Let me go ahead and stop you right there. I wouldn’t never under any circumstances say that everything I’ve done would have been for nothing. Now sure, I’ll be the first to admit that SCW or more so Christian and Mark have never appreciated a single thing I’ve done for this company. They were perfectly okay with seeing me leave once before when I took an extended break. Not once did I hear from them during the time I was gone, so based on that and based on how I’ve treated since I’ve achieved all my success. I know they’ve never appreciated what I’ve done, but it wasn’t for nothing. I’m the one that has dominated. I’m the one the championship when no one believed it would happen. I’m above many people on the roster, who have been here for years and haven’t achieved a single fucking thing. I’m the one that years from now can say that being here was a complete waste of time based on what I’ve done for the last four months.
For the first time in a very long time. There seemed to be at least some excitement on Calvin’s end and some pride for what he’s been able to accomplish. Though at the same time as it had been pointed out. In a few days it was going to end. Calvin continued to keep his eyes locked on the reporter standing there.
CALVIN HARRIS: But to answer your question when it comes to how do I feel about Sin City Wrestling closing? If I’m allowed to truly be honest here and I’m not going to get slapped with a fine for speaking out later. I am truly glad that SCW is closing. You see for the last few months I’ve been unhappy. I’ve been the unhappiest I’ve ever been working for a wrestling promotion. The lack of respect that Mark, Christian, and the entire SCW has had for me has been grinding my gears. But now that it’s ending. There is no chance of them grinding my gears from week to week. There’s no opportunity for them to shit on me every week. There’s no chance for them to hold me back every week. No chance for them to pick their favorites over me for weeks. No chance for them to make me feel like garbage and like I’ve got no purpose here. Like I said a few minutes ago. When they were willing to let me walk out once before. I knew that there was no mutual respect but I’m too prideful to just give someone what they want. Therefore I stuck around and I took what I wanted. Course now that it’s all coming to an end. I couldn’t be more excited. No more of their bullshit and this also means they can’t fuck anyone else over that happens to be talented. Cause rather you believe it or not. They’re all about holding real talent down for their mediocre ass “veterans” and “legends” that wouldn’t survive anywhere outside of the SCW world. I simply say good riddance Sin City Wrestling and may you rot in hell.
That right there was Calvin airing out his grievances. It was his chance to do everything that he could to make the company look bad. Just speaking negative of the company was going to have several-several reports coming out. Reports in which SCW would do everything they possibly could in order to deny those reports. Calvin on the other hand just took satisfaction in saying what he wanted knowing it would cause some riff. That being said the reporter sat down, but another one stood right up. A little blonde with thick ass glasses. Raising her hand some.
REPORTER #2: Excuse me, Mr. Harris. If you don’t mind I’ve got a question of my own.
CALVIN HARRIS: Go ahead.
REPORTER #2: Last month when you did your segment at the end of Climax Control 200. The night you claimed that you wouldn’t be sticking around till Full Circle. A lot of us are confused. Was that part of a storyline? Or did you truly want out? I only ask now after all the reports have come out the last week about your retiring. To which you have seemed to put the blame on the company and say they ruined your love for the wrestling business.
CALVIN HARRIS: Well I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. Yes, I’ll admit that working for other companies prior to working for SCW was starting to ruin my passion and my love for wrestling, but I bought into all the hype about how much different that SCW was. I bought into all the stuff about how the owners were fair and how they wouldn’t go out of their way to hold someone down. I bought into all the hype of how good the roster was and how it had some of the best talent in the world. I bought into all this hype about how SCW was something truly special to the wrestling business. All of which turned out to be lies and it eventually sucked the life out of me. I no longer had any desire to be here. So, yes when it came to what you saw at Climax Control 200. I shot from the hip. I let it be known I didn’t want to stick around and I didn’t want to be part of the final show. First and foremost, what’s truly the point of being part of a sinking ship? And secondly, I was just that fed up. I wouldn’t say it was a storyline at all. Kind of like it wasn’t a storyline that I was threatened that if I wasn’t here for the final show and if I didn’t defend the title, that I’d be made to look stupid because I didn’t do “proper business” as it was put to me. So as much as I don’t want to be here. You’ll see me part of the final show. And now more than ever that’s alright. I’ve got some plans.
There was a bit of a smirk spread across his lips when he let that last sentence leave his mouth. That was enough to send a message to the people that he had something up his sleeve. Something that had the fans on edge that were sitting there. That’s one of the last things that they wanted to hear. The blonde reporter found himself sitting down. Followed by a pretty large man standing up with a notepad in his own hand.
CALVIN HARRIS: Jesus Christ. Fat Albert is in the building everyone.
REPORTER #3: Clever.
CALVIN HARRIS: Yeah, I know. Now hurry up with your question before your fat ass kills over from a heart attack.
REPORTER #3: Right... My question is this. There’s a rumor going around that you’re not too pleased with the final opponent that Christian Underwood and Mark Ward chose for you at Full Circle. Everyone knows that Tommy Crimson will meet you on the fourteenth. It’ll be your World Championship on the line against his Roulette Championship. Both of you have an impressive win-loss record. It seemed to make sense to put the two of you against each other. Seems to have been the best business decision one could make. How could you not be happy about something like that?
CALVIN HARRIS: Well, that’s simple. To answer your question. Let me ask you one myself. You’re a reporter and I assume you’ve been doing this for awhile. Let’s say you worked through the ranks. You finally got a chance to cover a major story and your boss makes the decision that you need a partner in crime to help cover that story. Yet he chooses the rookie, the new guy in the office. Are you going to be a little salty about that?
REPORTER #3: I wouldn’t be very happy about that at all. Especially if I worked so hard to finally get to that story, but I would have to say that this is a completely different situation.
CALVIN HARRIS: Incorrect. It is not a completely different situation. Not by any means.
Shaking his head from side to side at that particular moment. Calvin was making it more than clear that he wasn’t going to have it in this situation. Letting his eyes zero in on this reporter.
CALVIN HARRIS: It isn’t different at all. I have worked pretty damn hard to get to where I am in this company. I’ve busted my ass to get a shot at the championship and I’ve busted myself to win as well as keep the championship. Never at any point in time did Mark or Christian just hand me a title shot like they’re handing Crimson. As a matter of fact, here’s another little piece of information. For weeks prior to Crimson being announced. It was heavily rumored and I was even told at one point. There was going to be a match at Climax Control 200 in which a number one contender would be crowned. To me that seemed like the best way to do things. They could’ve had current stars and their so called Legends in one match battling it out to face me, but the day of the show. I found out that there wasn’t a match like I had been told. But instead they decided to name Crimson as the contender. That sounds pretty damn fishy if you ask me. But the point I’m making is... I worked hard to be in the position I’m in, but he just gets it handed to him on a silver platter? That’s complete and utter bullshit. That is Mark and Christian showing favoritism plain as day. No one is batting an eye at it. And it couldn’t be more frustrating. Crimson doesn’t deserve this match. He isn’t on my level and should not be in the ring with me, but as we all know there isn’t anything that can be done about it. Nothing will change at all. I’ll do what I’ve had to do so many times in the past. Suck it up and deal.
Shaking his head a little bit. With that cleared annoyed look on his expression. Seemed like he was more annoyed now that he was forced to think about the situation he was set to be dealing with. In that being said though the reporter quickly sat down deciding that it was best to not continue to push things. Right away a brunette report had stood up with a handheld recorder in hand. Calvin just side eyed her as she spoke.
REPORTER #4: Well, I myself have a question for you. As much as you might not want to be at Full Circle and as much as you might not want to face Crimson. Are you still going to give it everything you’ve got? Are you still going to make sure that you lay it all on the line? Are you still going to do everything you can to walk out with the championship?
CALVIN HARRIS: What kind of question is that?
REPORTER #4: A pretty straightforward one?
CALVIN HARRIS: Don’t be a smart ass cunt. I’ll come down there and smack the weave right off your head. I get that it was a forward question. But what kind of question is that when you’re asking someone who has always given their best no matter what that very question? Trust me when I tell you. There’s a lot that is going on behind the scenes that is making me question if showing up is worth it. There is a lot going on behind the scenes that is telling me that no matter what kind of performance that I put on, including one that will be better than Crimson’s that in the end I’m going to lose. There is a lot going on behind the scenes that wouldn’t lead to me being shocked if Mark Ward and Christian Underwood came up with a Plan B that’s going to ensure that I don’t leave with the championship. I mean after all Matt Spears does have a briefcase that he’s sitting on right? That’s just the kind of people they are. At the end of the day though. I’ll make damn sure that from the time that I step into that ring until the bell ends. I give it all I got. No one will ever be able to say that Calvin Harris didn’t go down a fighting champion. No one will ever be able to say that Calvin Harris wasn’t one of the best all the way till his final day.
It was at that very moment that Calvin’s music began to play over the PA system. Almost like it was the exact cue they needed when he let those words come out of his mouth. Not another word to be said, Calvin turned himself around and found himself stepping out of the ring. Not even so much as looking back at the people. Calvin began his way up that ramp where he eventually disappeared behind the same curtain that he had stepped out of in the first place. Ms. Mountains along with everyone else were left shocked, confused, and unsure of how to feel exactly about the things they had just heard. Although the press conference would need to continue on. It was just that the Martyr left a lasting impression on it.

ACT V: The Last Battle.

Calvin’s eyes laid on the SCW World Heavyweight Championship that was sitting there on the edge of the hotel bed. Taking a long hard look at it and seemingly getting lost in the view of it. So many inner thoughts were running through his head at the moment. All of the sudden his concentration was broken when the bathroom door popped open. Alessandra poking her head out for that moment.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Babe, I’m still going to be a while. Getting myself ready and two kids, it isn’t easy.

CALVIN HARRIS: It’s fine. I’ll be late. Not like they can really fine me, right?

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: That’s true, but you don’t need to be late on my behalf. Just go on ahead to the venue. I’ll get us an uber there.

CALVIN HARRIS: No, I came with my family. I’m going to the arena with my family and I’m going to leave with my family. Take all the time you need.

ALESSANDRA REYNOLDS-HARRIS: Are you sure? It’s really not a big deal for us to meet up with you later.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, I’m sure. Just do what you need to do. I’ll wait.

For a brief moment Alessandra stood there like she was studying his expression. Nodding her head a little bit as if she got it and disappeared back into the bathroom shutting the door. Nearly the moment she shut the door there was a light knock on the main hotel door. His eyebrow arching into the air a little bit. As he began to walk towards the door, he pulled it open. Much to his surprise standing on the other side of the door was Daniel Richards and Gabriel Michaels. The two men that he had been seen causing havoc with in SCW for several weeks. As well as the two men he told that they were fired. Eyeing the both of them, he stepped out of the room closing the door behind him quietly.

CALVIN HARRIS: What the hell are the two of you doing here?

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Look calm down before you start going into rage mode. We’re not here to cause any trouble. We’re just here to talk.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Big man is right, Calvin. We’ve had the last couple of weeks to think about what happened at Climax Control 200. And we’ve decided that we were in the wrong.

CALVIN HARRIS: Oh, so it took you damn near a month to come to the conclusion that you fucked up when I told you that to begin with?

DANIEL RICHARDS: Motherfucker. It isn’t about that. We’re admitting it. We were wrong. We fucked up. We let you down, when you’re the one that brought us into begin with. We should’ve had your back.

CALVIN HARRIS: And don’t you think that it’s a little too late to becoming to me now about all of this? What’s done is fucking done. It’s in the past.
GABRIEL MICHAELS: You’re right, it is. But it isn’t too late to come to you and it isn’t too late to try and fix it.

Those comments coming from Gabriel caused Calvin to be quiet for a moment. Lifting his eyebrow in the air a little bit seemingly questioning where this was going.

DANIEL RICHARDS: We’re not here to beg for our jobs back or anything like that. We’re too fucking proud to do something like that, but at the same time Calvin. We know you better than anyone else. And we know that you’re pissed. We know that you’re furious. We know you’ve been pushed past your limit. We can’t blame you for that. We’d be the same way.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: But knowing you like we know you. It’s almost a guarantee that tonight you’re going to go out in a blaze of glory. You’re going to go out giving it everything you’ve got. You’re going to out there and you’re going to do something insane. It’ll likely piss off a lot of people and have them all wanting to fight you.

DANIEL RICHARDS: Like an entire locker room... and it would be a good idea to have two men that love to fight have your back. The three of us have cleared out bars in fights back in the day. A locker room won’t be anything.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: We’re going to stand behind whatever you do, but we also want a chance to redeem ourselves and to show that we really do have your back. You know if you’re willing to give us that chance.

CALVIN HARRIS: I honestly don’t know if I should. Don’t even know if it’s worth it.

Calvin stood there looking at the two men that were standing there before him. Shaking his head a little bit from side to side. It was annoying him that they waited all this time to come to him and to attempt to make it right. At the same exact time he did have to take it into consideration that there was a very good chance that they were sincere. They did come to him in the first place and they were right. He did intend to go down in a blaze of glory.  It might be a good thing to have people backing him up. Looking at the two of them for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again.

CALVIN HARRIS: I’ll give it to you guys. You’re right, with everything that’s been done to me. With everything that’s been said about me. With the lack of respect I’ve been shown - more so than in the last few weeks than anything else. I intend to do something a little crazy. I intend to pop off at the mouth a little. I intend to bury everyone in this fucking company. I’m aiming to piss people off and there’s a very good chance I am going to have to fight my way out of that locker room to go home that night. Maybe you’re right. I might need there, but for no other reason that my wife and kids will be with me. But there is two things I’m going to ask of you guys.

DANIEL RICHARDS: What’s that?

CALVIN HARRIS: First and foremost. I want you to keep an eye on the jobber that is Matt Spears. Do not let him out of your sight the entire night. And if for a single second he attempts to head to the ring. Before, during, or after the match. You do whatever the hell it is that you have to do to stop him. Do not let that bastard cash in his briefcase. There’s no way in hell that worthless fuck is going to end his career on a high note. He’s garbage and isn’t worthy of such a thing.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: Consider it done... but what’s the other thing that you’re asking of us?

CALVIN HARRIS: Simple. I don’t want you guys at ring side. I want you in the back the entire time. That means no matter what happens out there in the ring. I don’t want you coming out and getting involved. I’ve got a good feeling I know how tonight is going to go, but that’s fine. Let it happen. Let it take its course. I’ll be fine.

DANIEL RICHARDS: What? You’re talking in that cryptic tongue shit you do.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: What the hell do you think is going to happen out there?

CALVIN HARRIS: All I know is that at the end of the night. No matter how well I did and no matter the performance I’ve put on. I will not be leaving with the SCW World Heavyweight Championship and that’s fine. I’ve come to peace with it. Let the course take place. Karma's a bitch and it will one day get all of them.

GABRIEL MICHAELS: You want us to just stand by and watch you lose?!

DANIEL RICHARDS: Have you lost your damn mind? We’re not just going to stand by and watch you get fucked over like that.

CALVIN HARRIS: Yes, yes you will. Because as sad as it is gentlemen. This is not something that we can control. What’s going to happen is going to happen and there is no changing it. But that’s fine with me. I’m going to get the last laugh. I assure you that... So, I’ll see you there tonight.

Not another word to be said Calvin turned himself around and walked right back into the hotel room, closing the door behind him. Leaving Gabriel and Daniel on the outside of it. Both men just looking at each other looking completely and utterly confused by what was going on. They both looked like they were in shock and couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. Both of them were questioning Calvin’s sanity. At the same time they assured him that they would have his back as his final night as a wrestler and his final night in SCW. meaning they were going to respect his wishes, but this was going to be quite the night for everyone to see unfold. History may be made and legacies may be left behind.

ACT VI: Fuck Kayfabe.

All of the waiting had officially came to an end. After a long month of waiting until Full Circle to arrive. Tonight was the night and it would be taking place in the very city that it all started in Las Vegas, Nevada. By this point the show had already gotten under way. The fans could be heard all the way in the back out there in their seats. The show had delivered and they couldn’t have been any more excited than what they were at this moment. For they were literally seconds away from the main event taking place. It was going to be quite possibly the best main events that Sin City Wrestling had ever put on. Two men, two titles, and two streaks on the line. The stakes simply didn’t get any higher than that.
Instead of the cameras going right out to the ring as it would have been expected. They found themselves backstage, but not just backstage they found themselves in a specific locker room. That locker room being that of the SCW World Heavyweight Champion. Calvin Harris had himself sat down in a steel chair as he finished taping his wrists up for the night. His eyes found themselves locking on the direct lense of the camera. There was something about his eyes at that moment that told the viewers that something within him was different. Something about him in general was different. Thing was they were never going to expect what was about to happen. That’s when Calvin began to speak up.

“ Tonight is the night and now that the night has arrived.

Now that I’m mere seconds away from going out to the ring. I feel like it is time for me to start to speak the truth. I feel like it’s time for me to stop playing the company role. I feel like it’s time I stop being nice and protecting people’s feelings. I feel like it’s time that I speak candid and put things out there that need to be put out there. To which I honestly kind of feel bad for you fans of Sin City Wrestling. I feel bad that you have all been ripped off and I feel bad that all of you have had your money taken from you. For the last month SCW has been billing myself versus Tommy Crimson. SCW World Heavyweight Champion versus Roulette Champion. Streak vs Streak.

Doing everything they could to make this match seem like it’s going to be the biggest thing that’s ever taken place inside of SCW ring. However there’s one thing that they didn’t tell you... They didn’t tell you that they’ve done decided a winner for the night. Before the match has even happened. Big shock right? After all you people have been lead to believe that wrestling for the most part is real and that everything is decided out in that ring, but you’ve been lied to and you’ve been mislead. That’s not going to be the case this time out. At the end of the night I can guarantee you that you’re going to be looking at one person and one person alone as the SCW World and Roulette Champion.

Congratulations Crimson, you’re going to be the champion!

I can only imagine that you’re sitting in your locker room right now and just grinning from ear to ear. Cause you know that no matter what happens out there in the ring tonight. You’re going to be the champion. No matter what I do in that ring tonight. You aren’t going to be defeated. I bet your face just lit up like a little girl on her birthday when you sat in that board meeting with Christian and Mark, when they made the decision that you’d be the man that would ending on top with this company closing. I bet you nearly nutted in your pants when you found out that the referee would be given a specific cue on when to screw me in that ring tonight. You’re such a fucking mark for yourself that I bet you feel like you’re part of something cool such as the Las Vegas Screwjob, but pretty sure someone’s done that before in wrestling. People that were far more important than this place than some small ass promotion out in Vegas.

But the question I have for you. How does it feel to know you’re going to get such a cheap win?

Then again this is going to be the second time in your career here in Sin City Wrestling where you were given a win that you didn’t earn and didn’t deserve. I’ve brought up Krispopher Ryans once before and let me bring it up again. He was a man that had dominated the entire Roulette Division for over a year. He was a man that defeated damn near every single person he came across. He was a man that was on the run of his career. It got to the point where Mark and Christian realized that Ryans had no more competition. It got to the point that they realized Ryans had literally raped a division and made it his bitch. Kind of like how I’ve done the same to the Heavyweight Division. How I’ve dominated. How I’ve taken on all comers. How I’ve been so good that no one has wanted to step up because they knew they couldn’t beat me. Of course like the creative geniuses the owners of SCW would like to think that they are.

They decided to invest in you. They saw you taking those easy wins that they were giving you with shitty ass opponents and how you weren’t dropping the ball. They were stroking off to the little gimmick that you created for yourself. Thinking and believing it was one of the greatest things that they had ever seen. In reality it’s one of the dumbest gimmicks anyone has ever seen. Only slightly better than King Retard himself Samuel McPherson. Nonetheless they hopped on board. Pushed you to the Roulette Division and made sure that you were the one to beat Kristopher Ryans. Thing is they thought that Kristopher was a “professional” and thought he was a “lifer” that would have just dealt with it. Boy did they find out differently. Cause right after that he was out. Not that I blame him and last I knew Christian regretted making a “poor” decision. Though, he’ll never come out and say that was the same situation. Too much pride there eh gentlemen?
Now here we are several months later after that poor decision and here we are where you’re being pushed to face me. Something that I find to be kind of funny. You see a few weeks before Climax Control 200. I was reassured that at that show. There was going to be a number one contenders match. As a matter of fact I am pretty sure that I was told that they were going to try and do something to see if they couldn’t see to it that one of the many SCW legends would be facing me for the title. Granted, I’ll admit I wasn’t stoked but I knew that I was going to have to defend my title eventually. It seemed fitting to defend it against someone that had once had some stock here in SCW. Of course however that night of Climax Control 200. I walk into the building and find out no match was ever booked. Instead I was told that I’d find out by the end of the night who I was facing. And now as we all know, it was decided that you’d be the one I’d face at Full Circle.

To which I think I know why that decision was made. Not only was it a decision made to make sure that I lost the title after I dominated the entire division and made their talent look like scrubs. They did it because the company was closing. It wasn’t going to matter if I threw a fit when I found out I got screwed over. It wasn’t like I’d be able to walk out. After all the company was closing. That being said Mark and Christian, bravo for having the brains to pull that one off. Course, I could have just left weeks ago. I could have just chose not to show up tonight. But then again you’d gone out of your way to embarrass me, make me look stupid, and make me look like a bitch right? Cause that’s how petty you are. Here’s the thing though guys. I can be just as petty when you piss me off and when you threaten me.

And just like screwing me over when the company is closing. There’s nothing that I can do about it. I won’t be able to throw a fit. I can’t walk out on the company, but also at the same time with you closing which means you can’t punish me for everything that I’ve said and everything I’m going to say. Kind of sucks when you shoot yourself in the foot doesn’t it? But let me bring back my attention to you, Crimson. You see because you’re just as much at fault for this shit as they are. Though, I’m sure that you’ve already decided what you’re go to thing is going to be when all of this comes out at the end of the night and people begin to question things. Let me go ahead and take a guess here shall we? Let’s see just how good I am at these kind of things. Is your reason going to be something along the lines of...

You had more to say than me? Is it going to be something along the lines of you cut more promos than I did for the match? Will that be the thing that you justify as to why you beat me? Instead of just telling the truth?

I’ve got this hunch that’s going to be the go to fall back plan. Now granted maybe you might be stupid enough to try and imply that what’s really going to give you the win is that this match is going to be taking place under random rules and a random stipulatio. After all that’s how it works when your the Roulette Champion right. And if anything you right along with Mark and Christian would want to blame it on something like that instead of being called out for the obvious. But ehh I don’t buy that for a single second. I know how to peel it all back and read between the lines. That’s would just make you look stupid. It’s a gimmick match. It’s a work, brother. Always has been. Since that championship came into existence. Plus, I knew when this match happened it would be forced to take place under Roulette Rules. Anything to put me a disadvantage. I’m pretty damn smart here folks.

Though, I think it’s a safe bet to place it on how you did more promo work than me. Well excuse me for being a man that has to do things that supports himself and his family. Wrestling isn’t everything. Sometimes someone is busy for fourteen hours a day and doesn’t have time to sit down in front of their computer to cut a promo, then to edit it with pretty colors and visual effects. Only to post it and get no real reaction from it. Maybe that’s my fault for seeing things are a little more important than that. Maybe just maybe that makes you a better man than me, but then again I highly doubt that. At the same time Crimson. I don’t really care what you say. I don’t care what you do to justify shit. I don’t give a shit about what little lies you want to tell. However I do have one tiny little piece of advice for you, faggot.

Don’t be taking sly shots at me on twitter about “making excuses” when you’re doing the exact same thing.

See, the last thing I am doing is making excuses. I’ve spent the last four months carrying the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. A championship that no one thought I’d ever hold. A championship that people thought I wasn’t good enough to compete for. A championship that had eluded me my entire career until last year. And in that four months as champion. I made sure that I gave it everything that I had. During my time as champion. I’ve never ducked or dodged a challenge that ever came my way, but of course if you ask Crimson. Apparently, I ducked and dodged him for a while now. Funny thing is the two of us never had any real interaction with each other before now. Unless that time you want to talk about how you slid into my messages asking me to have myself, Gabriel, and Daniel attack you. Cause you were out to make me and my group “look good” as you put it. Yet, apparently by telling you that I wasn’t interested means I’m ducking and dodging you. Or maybe that was your way of trying to goad me into a feud, since you already knew you were being given a title shot and were trying to hide behind my attack on you as logical way of getting the title shot. Hmmm, didn’t think about that huh Crimson? I’m actually much smarter than you and the owners in this company will give me credit for. Logic though right?

This is the type of people I’ve had to deal with since I’ve come here, but regardless of the stupidity and the lack of talent. I’ve made sure to give it everything I’ve got. Every single match. Every single title defense. I was in rare form at all times. Yet the most depressing and disrespectful thing about it all is how I was never given any real credit for what I did. Were there days that I could have done more? Sure, but at the same time when the rest of the roster didn’t care enough to contribute. I eventually realized no matter what I did wouldn’t bring the company out of the hole it was sinking down into. I did do what I could. I made sure that I defended the title with pride. I made sure that segments I was involved in were some of the most interesting and entertaining shit that was produced on television that week. Believe it or not, I wanted what was best for this company. As well as wanting to be the best. But apparently that’s too much to ask for and doesn’t deserve to be remembered or honored.

And as much as I was a dick on television. I made sure that I played the heel role expertly. No one could outdo me from week to week. There was a reason why certain people in the company did praise what I was doing. Because no one could outdo me. Yet in the end the people that were meant to appreciate it. Didn’t appreciate it. In the end when the people were supposed to shake my hand and say good job for what you have done the last year. They didn’t do that. Instead they spit in my face and then looked away. To top it all off on the last night of the company. They’re not even going to give me the proper chance to show what to do what I’ve done this entire time. And why? All because I eventually got fed up and had something to say. That’s the game Christian and Mark play very well. You’re not allowed to ever take a stand for yourself. You have to be a yes man to them or you get shafted for it. Ah well, what’s been decided has been decided and there isn’t no changing it.
I just hope when Crimson gets the title handed to him. He walks to the back, heads to his locker room, and takes one hard look at that championship. In that moment I hope the reality sinks in about how he was a charity case. I hope the reality sets in that the only reason that he’s champion is because the owners were mad at me. I hope the reality sets in that that World Championship wasn’t actually earned. Hope it sets in that he’ll never be half the champion that I was. I hope it all hits him like a ton of bricks and forces the man into retirement. Because essentially Crimson, you had no respect for me as a human being. Nor did you have any respect for this business and therefore you deserve to go down with the company, never to be heard from again. That’s exactly what you deserve. As well as a bullet right to fucking dome.
But at the same time the more likely thing that will happen is that Crimson won’t come to that reality. Instead he’ll truly have believed that he earned the championship. And he’ll go on this tirade on twitter, like he did with Kristopher because I called you out on your bullshit and because I did exactly what you’ve been doing but have gotten away with time and time again. You’re real good at breaking the fourth wall Crimson. Real good at saying Fuck Kayfabe, but the moment someone does it to you. You start throwing a hissy fit and doing everything you can to play the role of the victim. It may or may not work for you. I don’t care. I’ve got you blocked and I won’t see it. It was just time that you got a taste of your own medicine. Payback is a bitch huh?

That being said I’ll leave you with these words, Crimson.

Enjoy the freebie World Championship kid. At the end of the day, you’ll never be able to come close to what I am. At the end of the day, you won’t ever have a legacy. Meanwhile I will have one. One hell of a legacy. One that’s remembered by several thousands of people all across the world. You on the other hand will just be another wrestler that was in the game that didn’t do shit worth remembering. Most of all though Crimson, in the end I will forever go down as a MAN that is BETTER than you in EVERY WAY imaginable! ”

Right away Calvin stood himself up from the chair that he was sitting in. Hanging on the back of the chair was the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. As the cameras zoomed upward Calvin snatched the championship off the back of the chair and held it up for a brief second. All of the sudden he began to use his hands as he pulled with all his might on the nameplate where his name was front and certain on it. The screws snapped with a violent tug as he ripped his name plate off with no remorse. Quickly, Calvin threw the name plate down to ground and tossed the championship over his shoulder. Turning and marching right out of his locker room. Almost like he was headed into a heated battle. Cameras found themselves zooming in on the nameplate. The name Calvin Harris was the last image seen before the cameras faded to black for one of the last times.

[Crimson]

 

At the start of summer 2017, Tommy Crimson opened up his own amusement park in Jupiter, Florida. The park was originally open by a famous gothic metal artist from Europe. The land was sold to the artist so he could incorporate the steel art into the amusement park. The owners had a low asking price so he bought it but a secret was withheld. The land was a large seminole burial ground.

GothicWorld was built using all the strange and creepy art created by the owner. It was molded into the rides and was the cheaper alternative to the far more successful, Disneyland.

Pierre Draven was the owner and artist back then. He would build his park on sour ground and pay the price for it. Mysterious accidents begin happening almost immediately. The carousel was handmade and molded to look like the four horsemen of the apocalypse all the way around twice to equal eight horses. I little girl dropped a sucker and bent down to retrieve it while riding the ride and her head was severed by a hot dog stand placed too close the ride.

That same year, 1959, a teenage boy fell off the top of the ferris wheel and ended up stuck on the top of the iron fence that surrounds the entire property to this day.

The owner lost everything after an eighth death within three months lead to the police stepping in to close down GothicWorld. The owner would stay on the premises for a week after closing. He had just finished a huge steel tree at the entrance of the park. Chains hung from the huge art structure to give the impression of a willow tree. When the police returned to search for the now missing owner, they found him hanging in the steel tree. The park was closed and the forest that surrounds the the park had begun to reclaim the area.

In June of 2017, just before the state of Florida claimed the land, a potential buyer came in. Tommy Crimson was in love with the sight and well aware of the sour ground beneath the park. He wanted to search the property for a well, where it was claimed that an amulet was buried inside the well wall.

The amulet of the Devil himself. Crimson would buy the property then reopen it a month later after many updates throughout the entire park. Tommy would also locate the well then later the amulet. He would later sell it to the most evil man in the worlds own son in secret, Trump. This gave Crimson all the money he needed to open up his own studios to film shoots and full feature films.

Tommy would be forced to sell FuryLand in the fall of 2017 to legendary country music singer, Dolly Parton. She wanted to have a DollyWood in Florida. Dolly immediately begin construction but did not get very far. Three workers disappeared in a single day and one supervisor of the park was killed while pulling the huge steel willow tree down. Dolly halted the project and since October it has sit quiet and undisturbed. Until now…




1/9/2018
Malibu Hills, CA
Will Rogers State Park
11:21 p.m.


On the edge between Malibu and the Pacific Palisades sits Will Rogers State Park. Some of the most spectacular views of the coastline in all of Los Angeles can seen from here. A clear night after mudslides and forest fires have ravaged California. This night the area sits quiet.

Suddenly two individuals can be made walking along a trail that leads to most popular cliff view in the entire area. Three drones hover high above the area. A female’s frightened scream can be heard followed by the Fury Studios logo which can only indicate one thing.
The drones cameras all focus on the two people below in the darkness. Night vision exposes the identities of both. Tommy Crimson and AJ the cameraman walk along the path in the middle of the night all alone.

Tommy looks exhausted and with good reason, he’s searched relentless for his daughter for days now. AJ follows him up the trail closely filming The Fury’s every move. AJ has been tasked with documenting Crimson’s final SCW show, which includes the days leading up to it.

AJ’s angle along with the three drones film everything. Tommy and his most trusted camera man approach the cliff that looks off at the California coastline. The beautiful view can’t be seen in all its glory but the bright moonlight shows enough. AJ films as Tommy just stares at the view without acknowledging the camera at all at first.

Slowly Crimson turns to the lens then looks up above at the hovering drones. Tommy turns back to AJ.

“It’s crazy how long I’ve done this, AJ.” Crimson exclaims at his camera man before turning to look back out across the dark ocean. The moon shows the ripples in the vast darkness and the white cliffs are exposed somewhat.

“I have wrestled for more than half of my life. I have been a success most of the way and now I wonder have I peaked? Is this it?” Tommy asks AJ with real curiosity.

“I signed with Supreme Championship Wrestling then decided to wipe my ass with that contract after one match. Voided.” Crimson informs the world.

“That will hurt some feelings and I wish I gave one single fuck. I don’t.” The Fury continues.

Crimson then continues to stare out at the ocean from the top of the cliff. AJ films as does the drones overhead. Footage means dollars.

“After sunday who knows where I will end up. I will be leaving with both straps and I will use them to further my career. What else would you expect? Oh, Yeah. By The Way, Calvin Harris is missing, have you seen him?” Crimson turns to ask the camera lens.

“I will main event Sin City Wrestling’s very last show because I deserve it. Look how I work. Who works harder in this business than me? No Fucking One. That’s Who. “ The Fury answers his own rhetorical question.

“My brand scares most american companies. SCW took a chance and I’ve out sold everyone in merchandise besides Kris since they did so.” Tommy brags on himself.

“Harris can’t sell anything. He couldn’t out draw me if he had a six foot tall etch-a-sketch with a head start.” Crimson sends the sick burn Calvin’s way.

“I already sent the best wrestler here, besides myself, home with a fucked up arm. Now I am left with Calvin Harris. A notorious quitter that can’t compete on this level. The lights will be too bright for Calvin deep in the shit with me. He will fold because that’s what bitches do. They fold easily under pressure, not to sound cliche but Fuck Calvin.” Tommy continues to talk shit about his opponent to his beloved camera man.

Tommy goes quiet briefly. AJ approaches from behind and asks, “Do you still want to do this after sunday, Tommy?”

Crimson turns to face AJ once more.

“I Don’t Know.” Crimson replies with real uncertainty in his voice.

AJ continues to film after the shocking answer. He wonders if he will even have a job after Full Circle concludes on Sunday.

“Tommy! AJ!” A voice calls out from the darkness back down the path. Both men immediately turn to see who called for them.

Crimson’s personal assistant, Martha, comes running up the path towards the men.

She gets up to them and bends over to place both hands on her knees, completely out of breath from running up the trail. Martha then looks up at Tommy after catching her breath enough to speak.

“Tommy! We found her!” Martha exclaims at her boss.

Crimson’s eyes widen with the news. He looks in the folder that Martha hands him almost immediately. Overhead, a drone comes in close to film from overhead with a light so The Fury can read the file. Tommy assistant explains as he flips through the pages.

“You are not going to believe where we found Randalin, boss. She went back to where it all began last summer. It’s stunning she even found her way there.” Martha explains to Tommy.

Crimson flips to the final path and notices a map of Jupiter Florida. A large wooded area is circled. Tommy realizes his daughter is at FuryLand. A blank expression comes across his face. Crimson strains his eyes as if his sight is giving him trouble. He realizes he will have to return to his amusement park to locate Randalin and the doll she created of a toddler. Crimson has to have that to ensure victory Sunday. A mindfuck like that is rare and effective.

“I thought Dolly was putting the Florida DollyWood there?” Crimson asks Martha.

“Next page.” She replies then reaches over to flip the page.

Tommy continues to read and realizes Dolly is selling the property for twice less what Crimson sold it to her for. Crimson notices even more death occurred at the park since he’s sold it. He looks up at Martha and exclaims, ‘Buy it back. Call now and buy it.”

Tommy’s assistant appears to be shocked by this.

“You mean purchase the park back? It’s still the same now as when you owned it. Those workers died almost immediately after Parton purchased it. There’s been no repairs.” Martha informs her boss.

“Buy it back. We will reopen FuryLand in the spring. If you get on it right now, we will own it before I can get to Florida.” Tommy explains.

“Florida?” Martha inquires.

“Yeah. That little bitch is hiding at FuryLand. The proof is all in this file.” Crimson replies.

“Why don’t you send someone after her? I need you to sign some paperwork before you go.” Martha explains to her boss.

“There’s no time for that. I will sleep on the jet ride to Florida. I have to handle this myself right now. It’s personal.” Tommy replies then begins to head back down the path. The drones, AJ and Martha all follow close behind.

“Just sign my name like you always do, Martha.” Crimson instructs his employee.

Crimson stops after this and waits for Martha to catch up. He cradles her up and squeezes her arse from behind. She appears uncomfortable but allows this nonetheless. The scene fades as the drones lift up high to fly back to nearby Fury Studios.



1/10/2018
LAX Airport
Los Angeles, CA
12:49 a.m.



The scene opens up with many Fury Studios employees working to get him ready fast for a trip to Florida. A crew prepares to follow him in order to film his last promotional video for SCW ever. Tommy stands on the tarmac watching his employees loading up a personal jet. A well known unnamed wrestling company has loaned it to him for the week in hopes of persuading Crimson to sign a contract.

Martha walks up from behind Crimson. She touches his shoulder, which leads him to turn around quick.

“What do you want?” Crimson asks one of his most loyal employees.

“I need you to sign this one form.” Martha informs her boss.

“What kind of form is it?” Tommy replies with a question.

“It’s just paperwork about filming costs.” Martha replies.

“Oh.” Crimson answers.

Tommy turns Martha around and uses her back to sign the paper. Crimson digs the pen in a bit at the end because pain teaches you things. Martha squirms a bit but dares not cry out. She turns around to face Tommy.

“Well that does it.” Martha finishes with a wide smile.

Crimson smiles back at her but appears confused by the comment.

“What do you mean, “That does it?” Crimson further prods.

“Nothing at all. That’s the last form I needed signed with urgency. By the way, Dolly has already agreed to sell the amusement park back to you for the listed price.” Martha informs her boss.

“She answered this late?” Crimson asks.

“Yes. She wanted out from underneath it immediately. She would have accepted an offer of any kind, in my professional opinion.” Martha states her opinion openly.

Crimson grins a bit then bends down to kiss his employee. She obliges but only for a few moments.

“Don’t tell Kira about us, whore. Got it?” Tommy asks with a sly, devilish grin.

“Never.” Martha promises.

The jet starts the engine after everything is loaded and all the preflight checks have been made. The pilot's inside are ready to go. The jet is smaller than a commercial jet but inside has anything you could desire. Crimson nods at Martha then turns to get on the jet to make his way back to Florida. He gets inside and one of the airport employees shuts the doors up tight then an air controller informs the jet they are ready to take off. Martha watches as the jet lifts up into the air then heads for the swamps of Florida with real speed. She holds the paper close that Crimson signed. The paper work can be seen slightly. It appears to be paperwork to liquidate all Fury Studios assets and something else that can’t be made out. Martha clutches it close.

“I got you now, motherfucker.” Martha whispers at the ascending jet.




1/11/2018
Jupiter Forest
Jupiter, FL
3:33 p.m.



The afternoon sun shines down on the Palm Beach County. Jupiter Florida bustles around a large wooded area. Many locals do hike in the park that surrounds the thick lush forest but refuse to go deep in the woods. This forest holds many secrets since the Seminoles ruled this area. Most buried in the center of the land underneath an amusement park. Locals believe the area to be pure evil and even tourists avoid it.

This afternoon is a different one. After three more deaths were added to the amusement parks death count during construction in the fall, it has been sold once more.

Cameras begin to film the long gravel road that leads into the woods. Branches and other items clog the road from past hurricane storms last year. The whole area becomes visible from space. Satellites adjust in space to show the entire forest from above. Hovering just above the area are the now infamous Fury Studios drones.  

A shot from the forest to the road, shows Tommy Crimson walking toward the amusement park on foot. Crimson kicks rocks as he struts toward the unknown. The sun shines down on his long bright crimson red hair. The human face and skin jacket glistens in the bright sun. The weather is perfect this time of year in Jupiter. Tommy looks ahead and can see the front gate to his once thriving park.

Crimson finds himself grateful to have escaped this shit hole. Thankful to live in Malibu among the stars.

The tall iron gate of the park stands a jar. The park sits quiet just behind it. Tommy walks right up to the gate then leans in resting his forehead of the iron gate. “FuryLand” is written in the metal across the middle of it.

Crimson notices the large willow tree now stands up right, which he finds odd. A newspaper clipping he has claimed it fell over on an employee Dolly had hired but now stands up straight as an arrow. The rusty chains dangle from the steel branches to imitate the weeping willow. Tommy admires the piece of large art created half a century before. He pushes the gate all the way open then enters.

Tommy walks through the entrance as cameras film him from above and each side. The NerdSquad have taken over the all the cameras inside the park now that Tommy owns it once more.

The ShitHouse Oracle outhouse still stands. The operator was killed after being impaled on a jagged piece of metal on the side of the ferris wheel. One of the more brutal deaths Crimson has ever witnessed. He winces a tad remembering the violent death after looking up at the wheel. Tommy then continues on his walk through the park he put so much work into while wrestling for OCW.

Many rides cover the grounds of the park. This mom and pops operation was small at first but Tommy added to the creepy vibe with sacrilegious art throughout to compliment the gothic art from the 50s.

Crimson continues through and passes the infamous carousel. Two sets of horses from the four horsemen men of the apocalypse surround the circlier ride. One breathes fire and the others are just as a detailed. Tommy continues then notices the room of mirrors he was personally constructing before selling out to Parton.

He stops before reaching it when he notices the stage he had built. The wood was shipped from the suicide forest in Japan. Crimson begins to realize this place will always be a huge piece of him. The success here will lead to even more money for his brand and projects.
Crimson walks toward the room of mirrors. The room was designed exclusively by Crimson. He knows every inch of the inside. He believes this may be where Randalin is hiding. She has been spotted on the property at various times over the span of the past two days.
Tommy approaches the door to the room of mirrors slowly. The door creaks open with a slight nudge from Crimson. The inside of the room of mirrors shocks Crimson. Bloody towels litter the floor at the entrance. Reminders of the men who died attempting to construct Dolly’s dream. They died long before they even got started here. These towels were used to put pressure on wounds that would never heal.

Tommy steps over the bloody towels then walks into the first corridor of mirrors that somehow leads to the next then then next. This room of mirrors is more like a complex puzzle for humans that Tommy envisioned last summer.

The cameras in the room of mirrors jar to live. A small red light on each one lights up then they move to film Crimson. The NerdSquad back in Malibu are working their magic this afternoon. Tommy slowly walks through the hall. If you can make it through the room of mirrors you get a special prize. Crimson had the ride open for three weeks and not one person completed it.

Through the first corridor he does fine and continues on the path to the small turn that leads to the second hall of mirrors. He gets to it with ease but then begins to look at his reflection in the mirror. Dark circles around his eyes indicate he has not had enough sleep as of late. Tommy steps up close to one of the many mirrors to inspect the lines in his face. The detail of the pain in his face even surprises him. He realizes his sight is hazy a bit once more. Crimson shakes his head slightly to regain his sight. The time put into his craft and scars paint a portrait of an overworked legendary wrestler.

Tommy continues on through the maze he created. After nearly half of his life receiving violent shots to the head, he wonders if past concussions haven’t caused his recent eye troubles.

“I could still beat Harris. Even fucking blind.” Crimson boasts in the creepy room of mirrors to himself.

The camera’s overhead in the ceiling and in every corner show Crimson’s progress through the maze. He begins to talk to himself as he worms through.

“I always wanted this room to draw people in. So they would have to stare at the mess they have become. I wanted them to see the filthy shit bags they as a whole society have become. It’s a sad fact that I wanted to throw in their faces. I wanted to watch them go in with smiles only to come out the same door drowning in failure and livid with insecurity.” Tommy laughs as he presses both hands up against the cold glass of the mirror. He leans in close to look at himself up close and personal.

“These dark circles prove there is no rest for the wicked. I work while others in my craft sleep. I work all the time because I know what it takes to be a world champion. This will be my thirteenth one, so you assholes can all trust me.” Crimson spews at his reflection. Tommy then raises up away from the large mirror and continues on through the maze.

“Harris should have never been World Champion. He beat a guy for the belt, who buys all of his clothes at hot topic and believes he is a vampire.” Tommy blurts out while walking on through the maze. He suddenly hits a dead end and a sly evil grin crosses his face. Crimson swings around to face the camera. He looks into the camera and for some reason has green eyes and not brown. This peculiar detail is noted for later.

“A reflection does not lie. The projected image you get back at you is a truth that most can’t handle. People get fat or become ugly after years of living life while making terrible decisions to aid in this endeavor of self destruction. They pretend it’s normal to look fucked up and go on because they can use photoshop to look decent enough to fuck on facebook. Who is going to turn down pussy at the door any fucking way? Not some random asshole who looks just as bad. That’s for sure. I hope you all die slow.” Crimson continues to tear into society as a whole.
Tommy continues into the third hall of the room of doors. He walks through to search for his daughter carefully.

“Harris and these people are cut from the same cloth. I call them, The Victim Generation. Everyone is a victim now. Sensitivity prevails.” Tommy explains further as he continues through his creation.

Crimson now finds himself in the final corridor. The mirrors in the last hallway are the most confusing of all. Reflections of The Fury are all over and in every direction. The cameras continue to film, streaming the feed live to the Fury Network.

This room has thirteen mirrors all pointing in different directions to project the image of Tommy throughout the widest hall thus far.

“I need to prove to myself that I can be a world champion again. It’s been awhile since I have fought for the top prize and I am ready. I want my final SCW appearance to be unforgettable. I want the world to watch on in complete suspense while I rip a paper champion right down the middle. One slight tear will simply rip him in two. Then he can start a stable with the remaining pieces and still won’t out draw Tommy Crimson.” Tommy’s chest heaves up and down after he finishes ripping into Calvin even more. Crimson is unaware from traveling that Harris dropped a promotional video.

“I have faced ten or fifteen Calvin Harris’s before. I can’t take a shit backstage without bumping elbows with four or five of those assholes. Dime a dozen.” Tommy further belittles the world heavyweight champion.
“He’s not even the most famous Calvin Harris. It’s a DJ that put it in Taylor Swift's butthole one night that is the more famous of the two. Nothing about the man is original or interesting. I don’t even know what to do at this point. Calvin is missing in action because he’s praying in Chicago. He’s down on both knees with God’s thick veiny cock in his mouth spouting about the devil coming for him. He’s begging his Lord and Savior for mercy that I won’t give. Mercy I simply fucking refuse to show to a man with no fucking honor.” Crimson finishes as he reaches a doorway hidden behind a mirror. He pulls it open to free the rusts hold.

“Nothing can save you now, Harris. The only person sleeping less than myself is you. I bet that whore has to let you suckle her tit each night before you can drift off to dream of me. Those night terrors won’t ever stop after Sunday, Calvin. You will piss all over your wife in bed night after night. You will be less of a man in her eyes because of what I do to you at Full Circle.” Crimson rips into Harris through the camera lens.

Light shines through the doorway now that Tommy found. It leads outside where someone would hand you a live chicken if you made it. A prize that could feed you if you took care of it in return. Tommy notices a stake in the ground with a rope tied to it. The chicken bones are still visible with the small rope tied around the neck bone. They had forgotten the hen during the move and she most likely perished from lack of food and water.

Crimson continues to be followed by any cameras that are near him. The shots are amazing from the high definition cameras and the drones that still hover overhead. Tommy searches behind the hall of mirrors for any signs that his daughter was here.
He notices a path behind the building. Footprints from what appears to be a teenager travel down the path. The prints could be Randalin or any other teenager brave enough to enter the most haunted amusement park in the world.

Tommy walks along the path and doesn’t recognize it from when he owned the park before. The deer created this to keep out of sight from the park. Tommy walks down the path which leads along the outside wall of FuryLand. He continues down the path as the cameras follow close. The drones lift up high as he enters the forest. They lose sight of him but cameras throughout the outside perimeter can see him clearly.

The path winds and dips in the forest. Crimson can smell what he believes to be rotting flesh. Rather than cover his nose to hide his nasal passage from the odor, he breathes it in deep. Death is real and the scent of it reminds us all that we are but mortal men.
Another camera feed begins to butt heads with the Fury Network one. An unknown set of cameras begin to film and even steal the Fury Network feed. These unauthorized cameras are completely unknown to Tommy, who continues down the path careful to follow the bare footprints.

They lead around the forest in a circle almost. The path frustrates Crimson and he wonders silently to himself if Randalin is fucking with him. Tommy forges on as to not be outsmarted by a teenage daughter.

The prints lead to a wide spot in the trees that opens up. There appears to now be a barn on the property. The wooded area that surrounds the park is lush and thick. This can hide even large buildings for decade. Crimson realizes the footprints in the mud lead right up to the front swinging door of the barn.

The trees that surround it, completely camouflage the barn from overhead. No satellite photos could be taken from google earth. Tommy is completely intrigued by this development and believes Randalin is hiding inside this barn. He cautiously approaches the building, being careful to not alert anyone inside of his arrival.

Tommy walks up the door and slowly opens it. The inside of the barn is dark. Void of any light, so as he opens the door the light creeps inside to expose the inside to the world.
He quickly slips in the dark barn then shuts the door behind him. A night vision camera comes to life inside from the corner of the barn. It films Tommy without his knowledge.

A small screen flickers to life toward the back of the barn suddenly. The small screen shows some sort of doll. Crimson realizes it's the poppet doll that Randalin created mere days before. It now has two green buttons for eyes. This confuses Tommy and as he leans in closer a light flickers to life directly overhead.

Crimson spins around and realizes Randalin is now in front of him.

“You little, bitch.” Tommy mutters at his daughter.

“Hi, Dad. I knew you would come.” Randalin announces.

Crimson turns back to the small monitor behind him that is sitting on a small workbench. He points at it then turns his head back to his daughter and asks, “Where is the doll?”

Randalin smiles a bit then twirls in a circle. She then walks around the barn while never taking her eyes off her father.

“I gave it eyes. Green ones.” She replies.
The father and daughter begin to circle each other.

“What have you done?” Crimson asks.

“I got you good. That’s what.” Randalin replies with glee.

She stops and faces her father directly.

“Look behind you.” She instructs.

Tommy turns to look at the small monitor. The feed has changed to Randalin inside the drainage ditch in Los Angeles just days prior. She is performing the spell on the doll but only this time the censored name is revealed. Crimson watches as his daughter binds the doll to a male and not the toddler. All of it was actually sewn together with hair that a fan stole from him in Japan after a match that Randalin bought off eBay. Tommy’s mouth gapes open from shock.

“I bet your eyesight has been squirrely lately, eh?” Randalin asks in an almost whisper from behind her father.  

The video feed continues to play and show what Randalin Crimson has really been up to. Tommy watches on as she finishes binding the doll. Then the feed cuts out and slowly another shot flashes across the screen. Randalin walks into the shot on the small screen. Tommy watches as she struggles to sew the eyes back on the doll in this very barn he stands in now. She finishes and already has better vision after doing so. The eyes are green which leads Tommy to reach up this face with both hands. He realizes this is why his eye color has changed. He also realizes the trip to Chicago was all a farce to throw Tommy off and it succeeded. The shot fades and the solid feed of the doll returns. Crimson appears furious as he swings around to face Randalin once more.

“Hows that for a mindfuck, dad? We got you this time.” Randalin asks.

“We?” Crimson replies immediately.

The barn door opens slowly. Martha, Crimson’s personal assistant, walks in.

“What is this?” Tommy asks both women.

Martha walks right up to him. She gets right up in his face.

“This is a goddamn revolt, Tommy.” Martha screams.

She then backs up to stand alongside Randalin and they both face him. Martha carefully begins to rub her belly lovingly. This confuses Crimson even further.

“Remember that day you took me in the broom closet?” Martha inquires.

Crimson remembers the day vaguely.

“You pushed me up against the wall in that small closet and had your way with me. When you slipped out and I reached down to put you back in, I slipped the condom off with your knowledge.” Martha reveals to her boss.

“Sure enough.” Martha brags of her deceit openly while still rubbing her belly.

Tommy’s green eyes widen from this revelation. Randalin grins.

“I saw what you did to Randalin. You are a monster, Tommy. Her and I got in touch before you found her and planned all this.” Martha continues to reveal the master plan to her boss.

“How do you defeat a man that’s unbeatable? You play his game.” Randalin states out loud.

“I led you to believe I was helping you, when Chance told me why he messed up my face. I have planned this for years and with Martha’s help, I swung into action.” Randalin continues.

Martha watches as Tommy backs away from the two women. He ends up against the small workbench holding the small television set. Martha holds up the documents he signed before leaving Malibu.

“Do you see this?” Martha asks.
Martha leans in even closer.

“This liquidates all your assets besides one. This one, FuryLand. You own it outright after buying it but the rest belongs to Randalin now. Everything will be sold so she can have all the money from the empire you built.” Martha finishes with a cold demeanor.

“See… I will now receive treatment for my cancer. I will still die though, dad. I am beyond saving now so when I perish, Martha and my sibling get everything.” Randalin adds.

Martha then leans back away from Crimson.

“We will use the money earned by you to destroy you, Tommy. Now you start over here at this busted creepy amusement park. Exactly where you never wanted to be ever again.” Martha lashes out.

“Fuck you both.” Crimson exclaims at the two women.

“Oh… No.” Martha replies. They both then lean in close.

“Fuck You.” Both women say in
total unison.

“There is a curse on that doll still. Curse of Failure.” Randalin informs her father as her eyes narrow.

“You are void of any soul. You might beat Harris but not if that curse took hold. I want to watch you melt in a pile of bitch as success in your career dries up completely. I spoke to death, dad. She said you were a pussy only driven by money and success.” Randalin exclaims.

Tommy remembers back when he supposedly died in underwater cave. A female in all black came to him and attempted to take him away from this world. He swam as hard and fast as he could to escape her that fateful night in the Devil’s Hole in total fear.
Tommy realizes Randalin knows all of his secrets now and has defeated The Fury.

“You abandoned me. Left me for dead in a garbage bag on the street all so you could succeed in wrestling. I know losing everything isn’t enough payback. I want it all, dad. I want you to lose everything in the worst possible way.” Randalin continues.

The two women then turn and walk toward the large barn door. Crimson appears disoriented a bit but gives chase.

“Wait.” Tommy calls out from behind them. He hits both knees in the center of the barn. Martha pushes the door open and sunshine comes pouring in. Crimson watches as both women turn to face him.

“Failure will be your true curse. No parlor tricks will work this time. We are all out of those stupid fucking contacts, dad. Your influence is a nice way of saying manipulation on massive scale. You are a fraud and I just proved it to the world.” Randalin announces while pointing in the corner of the barn.

“We are being streamed live by my studios in Malibu. My NerdSquad have already stolen all the camera feeds in the area, dad.” Randalin brags.

Crimson realizes his weakness has been filmed then streamed. Tommy looks on.

“I wonder if Calvin is watching? Wonder if he can use any of this sunday? A six thirty splash can’t stop us even if it can Harris. You may be in for a surprise at Full Circle. I hope he cripples you so we can put you away forever.” Randalin finishes and both women turn to walk out of the barn.

Tommy gives chase but they walk up the path. Randalin is still barefoot while Martha smiles wide after defeating one of the most evil men she’s ever met.

“Wait!” Crimson calls out again.

They ignore him this time and continue up the path. Crimson watches as the drones overhead follow the women and not he. The realization of losing everything hits him suddenly and he hits both knees on the path. Both kneecaps sink up in the mud. Crimson grabs his head with both hands after becoming disoriented somehow. He looks up to see his daughter spouting a spell towards him.

“The Fury Studios feed continues to stream from overhead. They follow the girls up the path and Crimson lagging behind after gathering himself. The girls slow down suddenly. The shot turns to slow motion.

“Hurt” by Johnny Cash begins to play over the scene. Crimson watches as the two women exit the gate and get into his beloved solid black cadillac. A driver gets out and then helps both women into the car. Martha caught the red eye the night Crimson left on the jet. Now both women will return to Malibu to live lives of luxury.

Crimson gets to the gate as the car throws dust off the gravel road while exiting the property. Tommy watches the backglass and notices both women turn in the back seat to flip him off. A single drone stays behind to film Tommy’s reaction while the others follow the vehicle.

Tommy looks up at the drone in total defeat. Suddenly he pulls out an israeli desert eagle fifty caliber pistol and fires a shot at the drone. The large bullet brings the drone down in a heap of fire and smoke.

“You don’t pay me anymore.” Crimson boasts after the spectacular shot.

He then tucks the pistol he’s had the entire time back into his infamous ring jacket. He leans up against the FuryLand front gate then slides down it to end up on his butt, sitting flush up against it now. Tommy reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a pack of Marlboro’s. He opens the box and retrieves a single cigarette. He then uses a zippo lighter to light it. Crimson takes a long drag then looks up on the huge steel willow tree. The chains dangle and creak in the wind slightly. Tommy takes another long draw then tosses the cigarette.

“I’m Home” Crimson whispers.


Thank You, SCW.

[Kristopher Ryans]

 â™« / Home / ♫
♫ / A place where I can go / ♫
♫ / To take this off my shoulders / ♫
♫ / Someone take me home / ♫

12 November 2017
SHOCK

The scene catches up to Jason Halich and Aaron Isaacs moving through the backstage area. They get to a door with the remains of a label ripped off of it. The only letter that remains stuck to the door, is half of the K. Knowing that they are in the right place, they push open the door to find a scene that they were not expecting. The room is still put together, not destroyed, and not looking like a rockstar had stayed a night in it. For the most part, Kris is out of view. As the two members of Jet City enter the room, all they can see are his legs. He has not managed to take of his ring gear, and the majority of his body is hidden behind the wall of the oversized wooden locker.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Well, better than I feared. Worse than I hoped.”

Jason puts a hand on Aaron’s shoulder to get his attention, and shakes his head without any hint of a smile on his face. Now was not going to be the time to make jokes. If his brother was not throwing a major fit following his second loss, than the situation might be worse than either of them had feared. Jason walks across the room and sits down on a bench that sits in front of the row of lockers. Inside sits his younger half-brother, with a towel over his head, masking his expression.

Jason Halich:
“I know that didn’t go as planned, but that was still a hell of an ovation for Jet City coming back out there. Everyone is excited about the fact that we are back. Calvin Harris can’t really keep no selling your existence either. There are three of them. There are three of us. I think we are better. Don’t let this Crimson shit get to you. Everyone saw what happened out there. The guy couldn’t beat you legit. He had to cheat to do it.”

Aaron does not approach the lockers at all, not knowing how Kris was going to react. The last conversation that he had walked up on between the two had not gone well. The fact that Jet City was even here was a miracle in itself.

Aaron Isaacs:
“At least it is all in the rearview mirror now. You have to go do your thing on Adrenaline, and then we can get down to business here. Don’t let this mess up your plans man. It is just one guy that has a god complex of some kind…”
Jason laughs and tries to lighten the mood a little.

Jason Halich:
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a god complex. The guy seems to think of himself as some force of evil. I remember when I knew someone that was pretty much the same way. He eventually came around too.”

A heavy sigh is the first sign of life from Kris. For a split second, the other two men in the room are relieved, but the look wipes itself off of Jason’s face when he sees Kris. The former Roulette Champion drops the towel down next to him, and pushes himself up out of the locker. Clearly, he was still worse for wear following the match at High Stakes, but that is not what this was. He pushes himself up out of the locker, and gets to his feet.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I understand what you guys are doing, but I really just want to change, and get on the road. I’m not worried about any of it. I’ll be fine. I always manage to rebound one way or another. Everyone has bad nights. I just want to get this one over with.”

A year ago, Jason and Aaron would not have taken that answer. Kris could not be trusted to get a night over with without creating a much larger problem for himself, and the people around him. Jason flashes back to the night back in January that he had to scrape Kris out of a hotel for what had to be the hundredth time. They could both tell that something was different about this time though. He was not running from the way that he felt, because it was all over his face. Jason does his best to back off.

Jason Halich:
“We just wanted to check on you. We’re a team, you know? That’s what we do. We have big things on the horizon, and not just here. We just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

From the doorway, Aaron chimes in again, but from his tone, both pick up that he is unsure exactly how he fits into the situation.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Did you hear how excited everyone was when we were out there? You can’t let what happened in that match take that away from you. Put that shit aside. You have lost to much bigger assholes than that in the past. You have eve---”

Kris raises up his hand with his palm facing out towards Aaron.

Kristopher Ryans:
“It’s fine dude. Really. I just want to get out of here.”

Aaron is caught off guard by it, and looks to Jason for help, but the older of the two brothers just shakes his head. Kris pulls his gym bag down from the top of the locker, and puts it down where he used to be sitting. He immediately goes to work pulling off his pads, and tossing them into the bag with his back to the other two in the room. Jason gets up from the bench, and claps a hand down on Kris’ shoulder.

Jason Halich:
“We’ll wait for you outside.”

Kris shakes his head again, and takes a shirt off of a hanger inside the locker. He pulls it over his head, and answers Jason without even turning around.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I am going to grab a ride with Mikah. She said that she wanted to talk to me about something.”

Neither of them were sold on the tone of his voice, but when Aaron opened his mouth to argue, Jason cut him off.

Jason Halich:
“Back at Jet City then…”

Kris looked back over his shoulder to his half-brother and nodded without a word. Jason patted his shoulder twice and then made his way towards the door. Aaron stepped out first, but Jason followed, slowly and quietly closing it behind him. The two start to make their way down the hall, and Aaron cannot stop himself from saying what they both already know.

Aaron Isaacs:
“So you know that Mikah thing was total bullshit, right?”

Jason smiles, and nods his head as the two round a corner and head for the back of the arena.

Aaron Isaacs:
“...and you’re cool with letting him go off on his own after all this?”

Jason stops in the middle of the hallway, and turns to face Aaron. It was a hard thing to explain, but he was going to do his best.

Jason Halich:
“Have you ever lost something that you know you should have won? Something you didn’t want, but that you needed? It’s heartbreaking. It is world shattering. I can’t blame him for wanting to process all of that on his own. It means he is growing up.”

Aaron points back towards the room, and finally says what they both had to be thinking.

Aaron Isaacs:
“You can’t trust him to do that. Everytime he is left to his own devices, bad things happen.”

Jason slaps on the same reassuring smile that he had given Kris back in the locker room and shrugs his shoulders.

Jason Halich:
“At some point, we have to learn how to trust him.”


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♫ / Look, I didn't power through the struggle / ♫
♫ / Just to let a little trouble, knock me out of my position / ♫
♫ / And interrupt the vision / ♫

14 November 2017
DENIAL

His eyes were closed, but there was no hope for sleep. They had forced him to take medication that he was against taking, because that was the only way that he was going to make it through the night of pain. The foggy haze that he was lost in was familiar, and comforting. He ran through the events of the night, and how he was in the middle of the worst week of his life professionally. The match with Crimson had not broken him physically, but had worn his mental state thin. Adrenaline had balanced that equation. Adrenaline had put him in the one place that he hated more than anywhere else. From the constant beeping on the machine monitoring his vitals, to the barely audible sound of announcements being made over the loudspeaker in the hallways, to the footsteps that always seemed like they were coming to his door, but never stopped, he hated it all. He was alone, he was hurt, and to top it all off, he was high.

Kris played the match with Crimson over and over again in his head. Where had he gone wrong? What had he let slip through the cracks? He could not find an answer for it, but he knew that it was there. Something after that had weighed him down. Something had thrown him off of his game. He felt it back in the locker room when Jason and Aaron were there, and he did not want to talk about it then, and he would not be speaking about it to anyone now. It was obvious that something was wrong though. If not, maybe he would not be in a hospital bed.

Dr. Allen:
“Well the videostrobolaryngoscopy looked good. You took a beating that is for sure, but I don’t think that there will be any permanent damage…”

Kris’ eyes snap open, and he is surprised by the man standing in front of him. He looks between the doctor and the door, and the confusion on his face tells the story for him.

Dr. Allen:
“You must have dozed off in your thoughts. Patients actually complain about that when they are on the type of medication that you are. Almost like they felt like they were still awake, resting their eyes, or just quietly thinking. In reality though, they were as peacefully asleep babies in a crib.”

Kris raises his free arm and points to his voice box, only having caught part of what the doctor said through the haze. It does not seem like he minds repeating himself though.

Dr. Allen:
“When you came in, I know I said that you may have run the risk of some permanent damage, but things look really good. You definitely took a special kind of beating, and had it gone on for much longer, you might not have been able to ever talk again.”

It was good news, but Kris still looks away from him. He was not mad about the match on Adrenaline. He could not even blame the people that attacked him for taking advantage while they could. In all honesty, he probably would have done the same thing back in the day. It did not make it any easier to hear though.

Dr. Allen:
“It looks like you got lucky this time around. If you rest, don’t try to talk, and just let yourself heal, you should get your voice back in no time. It might be a little hoarse for a while, and the pain is not going to go away, but we will give you something to manage all of that while you do some voice therapy.”

The doctor flips on the white backlight for a board on the wall, and goes through the stack of things in his hand before pulling out an x-ray of Kris’ arm. The former champion looks down at his right arm, which is wrapped in a soft cast and pinned to his chest by a sling. As bad as permanently losing his voice could have been, this was the injury that they were all worried about. The doctor clips it up against the wall, and then circles the spot of the break halfway along the bone.

Dr. Allen:
“We originally thought that you were going to need surgery to repair your arm as well. From the way that it was swollen when you came in I was pretty sure that both bones were going to show up as broken on the x-ray.”

He points back up to the board on the wall, and notes a barely visible fracture in one bone, whereas the other appears to be normal.

Dr. Allen:
“We are going to have to immobilize your arm. That soft cast is not going to work. We are going to have to put a real one on it, but at least I can let you pick your favorite color for it…”

Kris’ eyes raise to meet the doctor’s, and without saying a word, a message is passed between the two. The doctor raises up his hands in his defense and offers a polite laugh.

Dr. Allen:
“It usually makes the kids happy. It was worth a try.”

Kris uses his left hand to work the remote for the bed, raising himself up into a seated position. He reaches out and pulls the rolling desk top over to him. There is a pad of paper sitting on it, and he starts to write as the doctor moves around the room.

Dr. Allen:
“You know, you should be thankful that it wasn’t your writing arm, or you may not be able to communicate at all.”

When he gets around to read the message, he shakes his head. It was a subject that they had gone over several times already, and the answer to it had not changed.

Dr. Allen:
“I have to give you the medication. Otherwise you are going to favor your arm, and baby it to avoid any kind of pain. Doing it like that can cause it to misalign, and then you are in for a much longer recovery. What I can do, is give the medication to your wife, or someone else that you trust, and they can manage it for you. I understand there are some issues that you would rather not have it. That is why I am the only one giving it to you, instead of anyone on the nursing staff administering it. Unfortunately, not taking it is just a bad option for someone in your line of work. If you mess up your arm during the healing process, you might never make it back.”

Kris shakes his head and crosses out the message that he wrote the first time. He writes just six words this time, and then puts the pen down.

I’m not going back.
It’s over.

The doctor sighs, and moves away from Kris and down to the end of the bed. It appears that he is just going to leave the man to sulk, but pauses to shut off the light on the x-ray board. He lingers there, clearly wanting to say something, but not sure if he should. When he turns to Kris, he realizes it is the right thing to do.

Dr. Allen:
“Don’t let this break you. Don’t deny who it is that you are. If you have been part of that world for so many years already, don’t let this little setback take it away from you. That’s denying all of those people that believed in you the opportunity to see you fight back from this. That’s denying yourself your dream.”

The points to Kris’ arm as an example.

Dr. Allen:
“Everything that is broken heals in time.”

He then taps the center of his throat, and nods towards Kris.

Dr. Allen:
“...and nobody can take this away from you. Your voice is your own. Once it comes back, you should go back to using it. I feel like there’s a lot of people that are going to need to hear it.”

Kris looks away from him, and tries not to let his expression soften at all. The doctor gets the message, and taps the end of the bed twice.

Dr. Allen:
“I’m sorry this happened to you, Kris.”

Kris keeps his eyes averted towards the window, but hears the doctor’s footsteps as he makes his way out of the room. Once the door is closed, and he is alone, he lets out a shaky breath, and tosses the notepad across the room.


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♫ / Now tell me: how did all my dreams turn to nightmares? / ♫
♫ / How did I lose it when I was right there? / ♫
♫ / Now I'm so far that it feels like it's all gone to pieces / ♫
♫ / Tell me why the world never fights fair / ♫

November 16th 2017
PAIN

Kali considered herself a patient woman, but when both her significant others were impatient it was a true test. Today, had been especially hard. She had hardly found a few minutes between laundry, tending to Kris’s needs and making sure the family didn't fall apart to breathe. Heather had been moody. She was worried about the effects the morphine was going to have on her husband. So Kali had told her to go to the studio and play for a while.

She came up stairs with a basket of the laundry. Kris was dozing on the couch and she took that too mean she had a few seconds to check her phone. She’s so busy scrolling, she doesn't hear her girlfriend sneaking up behind her. Heather slips one hand around Kali’s waist, and the other over her mouth simultaneously. Kali shrieks in surprise, hence Heather muffling it.

She whispers into her ear.

Heather Ryans:
“You are so tense... let me help with that...”

It makes Kali shiver, something that was an easy task but not any less effective.

Kali Fox:
“...but Kris...”

Heather puts a finger to her lip. Kali’s eyes go wide.

Heather Ryans:
“He’s napping. We're fine...”

Heather spins her around, directing her backward to the bed. The basket of clothes falls off the bed but it doesn’t appear either woman is bothered by it.

The laundry basket falling from the bed to the floor was what stirred Kris downstairs on the couch. He looked up the stairs in the direction of the room, but instead of investigating, tried to turn over and find comfort. When he did, the pulse of pain up his arm was enough to make him grit his teeth. In the last couple of days, he had learned that trying to talk was a bad option. He pushed himself up off the couch, cradling his arm to his chest as he walked to the stairs. Once at the top, he peered around the corner into the room, catching sight of the two women in a state of near undress. It did not even bring a smile to his face in his haze.

Instead of approaching them, he scans the room, eventually spotting the small orange prescription bottle that he was looking for. Without making a sound, he crosses over to the dresser and reaches for the bottle. However, his grip is off, and instead of scooping it up, he pushes the bottle over onto the dresser. It rolls, all of the pills inside jingling along as it falls off of the dresser and to the floor.

Heather stops, looking over her shoulder. Kali instantly turns red and covers her face.  Heather smirks before rising in only her bra and walks over to Kris. She sighs, before putting a light hand on Kris’s unbroken arm and picks up the bottle.

Heather Ryans:
“Unless you want to relieve constipation, these are not going to help you.”

She knows this man almost as well as she does herself and knows what he was after. She shakes the bottle, putting it back on the dresser where the label clearly states the contents are stool softeners. Kali has joined Heather but has replaced the shirt she had been missing only a minute ago. He looks back and forth between the two of them and points at his arm. He then holds out the same index finger to Heather. The two of them look at him confused, and he pats his pocket in an attempt to find his phone. It is not there, which only makes him more frustrated. He points down at his arm again, and then over where she took the bottle of pills, then to his mouth, before finally holding up his index finger again.

Kali is now more tense than she was before Heather had even startled her, but Heather only smirks at her husband.

Heather Ryans:
“Kris, you still have three hours until your next dose.  I can give you some advil to take the edge off for now if you want?”

He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. Clearly it was not an answer that he was looking for. He manages to stay calm, and holds up his index finger again. However, this time, he then brings his index finger and thumb closer together, leaving about half of the length of his index finger worth of space between them. He tries to explain himself better, pointing towards the pills and then back to his half measurement.

Kali shakes her head.

Kali Fox:
“No, Kris. Not even a half. I’m sorry.”

Heather Ryans:
“Not even half?”

Heather seems to sympathize, looking between them both. Kali crosses her arms over her chest, her rigidness making it obvious that she was in need of more attention from Heather.

Kali Fox:
“This is why I was put in charge of the medication.”
Kris stomps his foot on the ground in irritation. Being unable to talk had been a constant source of frustration. He opens his mouth to try, but nothing comes out. The pain on his face is evidence enough that he should not have even tried. He points to his cast again, and then makes a crushing motion with his hand, now focused only on Kali. She looks at Heather, the pain is evident in Kali’s face. She felt horrible not being able to help him and even worse that she didn't get what he meant.

He shakes his head and repeats the same motion again. However, he points back in the direction of the pill bottle again afterwards and then back up to her with his half measurement. He points at the ground in front of himself, trying to tell her half now, but gives up trying to explain. He turns away, but when he does smacks the cast against the dresser. His eyes immediately press close, and his teeth grit together as he stops himself from screaming out. His entire upper body noticeably shakes as he holds it all in.
Once he has control of himself, he makes the same half-now motion, and then follows it with another half before spelling out the letters with his left hand.

*LATER*

He looks back and forth between them. Heather has moved to the bed, sitting cross legged now. Kali is distraught.

Kali Fox:
“Kris. I’m sorry. I can't. I am under strict instructions only to give you the prescribed dose at the right times...”

She feels like she is failing him. He sighs heavily again, and looks back and forth between the two of them. They can both tell that he wants to plead his case, but sees it as a losing battle. He shakes his head and sighs again.

*OK*

He does not wait for them to respond, and moves across the room, and out the door. They both listen carefully as he goes, and hear him half-stomp back down the stairs. The sound of his feet across the hardwood floors of the living room echo through the house, but cut off after only a few, telling them that he had stopped back at the couch.

Kali puts her hands up to her face, as her shoulders silently shake as she sobs. The stress has finally broken her. Heather immediately stands and pulls her into her arms, holding her tight.

Heather Ryans:
“It’s okay, Kay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Kali collapses into Heather’s chest, letting her tears flow freely now.

Kali Fox:
“How can you be so calm?”

Heather shrugs before putting her chin on top of her head and rubs her back.

Heather Ryans:
“You have never seen him when he is dependent on anything. It is not easy to deal with and on top of that, not being able to speak is even more frustrating. This is just a speed bump. Besides I have a solution.”

Kali looks up at her confused. Heather lets her go and goes into the bathroom. After a few seconds she comes back with her palm open and in the middle of it is half of a white pill.

Kali Fox:
“How did you find the pills? And no... we can't give him more...”

Kali is getting angry now. Heather laughs at her expression which doesn't make Kali any less frustrated.

Heather Ryans:
“We aren't. This is a multi vitamin. It looks very similar to his pills right? It is called the placebo effect. And it won’t hurt him.”

Kali shakes her head.

Kali Fox:
“I know what a placebo is Heather. But...If he falls for that you are a genius.”

Heather Ryans:
“I learned from the best. That guy tricked me for years into believing he drank gin by the bottleful. Just follow my lead.”

The two women return to the living room shortly thereafter. Kali actually looks angry. Heather sticks out her fist toward Kris on the couch.

Heather Ryans:
“Hey... I convinced that stick in the mud to let you have a half.”

His eyes open, and he looks over at Heather. When his eyes find the pill in her hand he seems more responsive, but he hesitates. He shifts his gaze to Kali, and then back to Heather. Doing the math in his head, he raises his right hand and taps the pads of his index and middle fingers against his thumb to tell the two of them no. He pulls his phone off of the couch and taps the screen to bring it to life. Seconds later, both of the women's phones chime.

*I'm not playing the two of you against one another. No.*

Heather sits beside him.

Heather Ryans:
“Do you need this? Or do you NEED this.”

She shows him the half emphasizing the word so he knows what she means by it. He stares at her for a second, and then up at Kali before returning his eyes to his phone screen.

*I don't NEED anything. I woke up. It hurts. I thought it was closer to time. I was wrong. It's fine.*

He goes to put the phone down but stops, and goes back to typing.

*Go have fun. I didn't mean to interrupt.*

Kali turns red and her whole demeanor and body language changes.

Kali Fox:
“No. We should have been focused on you.”

He shakes his head, and goes back to typing.

*I'm just one person in this family. I can take care of myself. I don't want anyone losing their mind worrying about me.*

Kali kneels in front of him, taking his unhurt hand in hers.

Kali Fox:
“There is nothing wrong with admitting that you need people. I need you and Heather too. This is what family is about.”

He nods, but has to pull his hand away from her to tap the screen of his phone.

*Exactly. Not just focusing on me. I am okay. Just injured. I'm not dying.*

Heather nods, taking the spot on the couch beside him.

Heather Ryans:
“No, but I know how difficult it is having to give in and take a narcotic. I know you didn't want this and tried to avoid it but this is why we are here. To make sure you don't end up dead.”

Again, he nods in agreement, and points up at the two of them with his cast. He types with his good hand as he goes.

*That's why you guys have them. I don't need to hold them. That's a bad idea. It doesn't mean you two can't go have fun without worrying about me though.*

Kali shakes her head.

Kali Fox:
“I can't now. And don’t you feel guilty about that either. We are both focused on helping you feel comfortable.”

He sighs, but looks more defeated than anything else.

*I don't need to be babysat or anything. I might even just fall back asleep. What's going to make me most comfortable is if both of you relax a little and stop worrying so much.*

Heather laughs in an almost sarcastic tone at the idea.

Heather Ryans:
“I stopped being relaxed the moment I found out I was unexpectedly pregnant and Pretty sure Kay has always been a walking stress ball. Besides, we love you. It's not babysitting. It is being with our favorite guy.”

He shrugs his shoulders, and looks down at his phone screen. He types out the message much more slowly than the last few, and seems hesitant to send it to them.

*He is a one-handed mute. Not a lot to offer currently. Just let me go back to sleep.*

He tosses his phone down, and while they both read, he turns over, pinning his arm up to his chest and cradling it. Heather goes to argue, but Kali raises a hand to her shoulder. She stops, and looks into her girlfriend’s eyes, but Kali shakes her head no. Heather nods, knowing that it is not going to be something that they can work out for him. She leans down, running her fingers through his hair, and places a kiss high on his cheekbone. She leans up, and he makes no motion to acknowledge her. Kali takes Heather’s hand, almost dragging her away from Kris, trusting him to be able to work it out for himself.


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♫ / Look, I've been through so much pain  / ♫
♫ / And it's hard to maintain, any smile on my face  / ♫
♫ / 'Cause there's madness on my brain  / ♫
♫ / So I gotta make it back, but my home ain't on the map  / ♫
♫ / Gotta follow what I'm feeling to discover where it's at  / ♫

27 December 2017
GUILT

Christmas was always his least favorite time of the year as a child, but as an adult, getting to spend it with his children, it was not so bad. Maybe that is why as he walked up to Everleigh Halliwell’s office, he did not feel as heavy as he had been the dozens of other times that he had been there. Of course, it could also be because the work of art that he had been carrying around on his right arm had finally been cut off. Better than that, the voice therapy that he had been doing seemed to have finally paid off. The hoarseness was finally out of his voice, and he could communicate without being strained. When he opened the door to her office, she was already behind the desk. Kris had gotten to know Everleigh really well over the course of the last six months, so he could tell when he walked in that she was worried. He threw as much cheerfulness into his voice as he could, and surprised her with how well it sounded.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I hope Christmas was good for you.”

He reaches back and pushes the door closed behind him. Everleigh’s eyes track along the soft padded brace on his arm. He points to it with a smile on her face.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“No cast?”

He shrugs, and even allows himself a laugh.

Kristopher Ryans:
“The fracture is healed. They said they can’t know for sure how strong it is until I get back into physical therapy, but I am not in any kind of rush to do that. I don’t need a strong right hand to sign paperwork and run Jet City.”

He walks across the room to the half-couch that he always laid upside down on. He props his legs up on the raised end, and lets his head rest on the bottom edge. Any time he looks at her, she is upside down.  

Everleigh Halliwell:
“You are going to need it to get a little stronger if you are going to go back to competing again.”

He was only a couple minutes in the door and she had managed to wipe the nauseatingly fake smile off of his face. It was something that she had taken great pride in doing in several of their last meetings, and she was getting more efficient at making it happen. Once it was gone though, so was the light-hearted tone of his voice.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I told you I didn’t want to talk about it.”

She shrugs her shoulders, and write a few things down on the pad of paper in front of her. They were not even real notes, but she knew that it ate away at him that he could not see the paper, or what she had written.

Everleigh Halliwell
“Unfortunately this is therapy, Kris. So if you do not want to talk about whatever it is that is bothering you, why are you even here?”

The rapport that the two had allowed her to say things like that without worry. There was no scenario where he was going to get up off the couch and leave. She knew that he was smart enough to know that they were going to make it to this topic over the course of the visit. It was not going to be something that pushed him out the door.

Kristopher Ryans:
“It’s not bothering me. I just want to move on. I gave up the clinic thing, because I was not going to be there while on medication. I got off the medication without any slips. The only thing that I need in my professional life is Jet City. I am fulfilled.”

Everleigh nods in agreement with him.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“You are definitely full of something…”

The comment almost breaks through the emotionless haze that she had realized followed him throughout his entire injury. If it had been that easy though, they would have solved all of his problems months ago. Kris manages to brush away the comment, despite the conflict.

Kristopher Ryans:
“What about you, huh? Still--”

She cuts him off, knowing where the comment was going.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“... still not the one paying you to come to your office to talk about my problems, so still irrelevant to what we are supposed to be doing.”

He sighs heavily, and there is a long pause while he chokes back some of the frustration. She goes back to writing on the notepad in front of her, knowing that it was likely going to be enough to push him over the edge. Surely enough, after a few lines of writing, Kris sits up off of the couch.

Kristopher Ryans:
“Will you knock it off?!”

His voice is raised, which is usually a good sign for her. It means whatever is going to come out of his mouth is going to be much closer to the truth than whatever came through that fake smile. She does not put her pen down, or even look up from the paper though.

Kristopher Ryans:
“What are you even writing? I am not even saying anything worth writing down? What? You think that because I don’t want to talk about SCW that I am running away from something? I am not in physical therapy to go back because I am afraid to? I don’t see my place in all of it anymore so I am just looking to set up shop somewhere else. Is that what you think?”

She looks up from the notepad, and puts the pen down. She could not have pulled off being a therapist without a solid poker face, and lifts the pad off of the desk to show him that it is not notes, but a list that she was making.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“I was actually thinking that you were wasting my time, and I had to go grocery shopping later, but I always forget what I needed by the end of the day. We can definitely talk about those things though if you want. That would be a more productive use of my time and your money.”

He opens his mouth, but realizes that he was successfully baited, and that he had lost this one. It was not something that he was ready to talk about. It was not something that he even wanted to let people in on. He had been outplayed this time though.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I thought that I was important enough that this kind of thing couldn’t happen to me, and worst case scenario, I thought that if it did, I would have more time to make up for it. That is how it always happens for everyone else, right? There is always time to make amends.”

Everleigh shrugs her shoulders, and offers him a hard truth in exchange for his honesty.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“Things don’t always work out like movies, TV shows, and stories you read in books. Time is a finite thing, and we are not guaranteed a specific amount of it. That is why people are always trying to tell you to stop running from everything and start facing it head on. All that running is not getting you any further away from the problems. All you’re doing is wasting all the time you have left to face them.

For the first time in more than a month, her words inspire him to say something positive about himself.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I didn’t slip while I was on that medication. I’m not going to say that I didn’t think about it. I’m not going to say that I wasn’t close, or even that I didn’t like the way that it made me feel. I didn’t break the schedule though. I didn’t go around Heather and Kali. It’s not going to stop people from thinking the worst though.”

It had been a worry of Everleigh’s as well, and for good reason, even if he could not see it himself.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“That’s because you walk around dead in the eyes, and acting like there is a rain cloud over your head that is specifically for you. You tell people that the SCW stuff does not matter to you. You hide how you really feel, and you were  hurt enough to legitimately need to be on that medication. With the way you were acting, can you blame people for thinking that you were just hooked and checked out of your head again?”

He shakes his head, and opens up a little bit more.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I actually expected it. Planned for it even. It people are asking me about drugs, they aren’t asking my why I am not doing physical therapy, and why I am not talking about a comeback. They aren’t asking me about a canceled Kris and Mikah Show. They aren’t asking me about when I am going to go back.”

The way that the words come out of his mouth, she picks up on the one that means the most to him. He had held it back for last, because it was the one he did not want to allow himself to answer. Instead, he was hoping that she got hung up on everything else. She was too experienced playing his games for that to work though.

Everleigh Halliwell:
“When are you going back?”

He shakes his head, but cannot look up from the floor to answer.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I can’t...”


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♫ / I found no cure for the loneliness / ♫
♫ /  I found no cure for the sickness / ♫
♫ /  Nothing here feels like home / ♫
♫ / Crowded streets, but I'm all alone / ♫

1 January  2018
HOPELESSNESS

Kris had made everyday work out of coming to the Jet City Sports Lab and taking care of the work that he had almost always designated to other people during his time competing. Bills had to be paid, students had to pay for classes, gym dues were due, and special events had to be planned out. It was the type of thing that he saw as a waste of his time until his injury. Now he saw it as the only way to make himself useful. The problem was, he was not doing any of that kind of simple, mind-numbing work today. It was not going to be something just to keep him busy. Today was going to be annoying, because he had been roped into something that he had told people he wanted to part of. He had caved in and agreed to one meeting, and only if it could be done from his office at Jet City. When he opened the door to his office more than an hour late to that meeting, he was surprised to see that Ian Lucas and Aaron Isaacs were still there. The conversation cuts off as soon as Kris steps into the room, and he looks back and forth between them annoyed.

Kristopher Ryans:
“Here I was thinking that you two would have had more to do…”

Aaron sits back in his chair and shrugs his shoulders.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Nope. As it turns out, I have a ton of free time. I was supposed to be doing this wrestling thing, but it turns out without all of Jet City, the rookie wasn’t really worth the money.”

Kris opens his mouth to respond to Aaron, but Ian cuts him off before he can.

Ian Lucas:
“Yeah, and Alexa told me that if I bailed without setting up this radio thing that she was going to stab me when I got back to campus. I have been putting it off for like three months and I am apparently ‘never going to get it done’ if I don’t force it.”

Kris sizes up the recent newcomer to his life. Things had gotten flipped upside down when Alexa popped up randomly. Kris was just starting to come to terms with one half sibling, only to have a second dropped in his lap. Plus, it had meant that his father had been lying to him from the jump. It was not an easy thing to get over, and Ian had taken the brunt of it.

Kristopher Ryans:
“So a half-sister that doesn’t really even know me is pushing her man-friend to annoy me into talking on a radio show? I already told the both of you that I don’t have anything to say. If you’re thinking about making this about Jason’s company, I have no attachment to it. You’ve got the wrong guy.”

Aaron sighs, having already heard this speech before. Ian is not so easily dissuaded though.

Ian Lucas:
“You are not a part of it? I could have sworn that I saw that Crimson guy saying that you were too busy to compete because you were running it.”

Aaron sits up in his chair, and his eyes widen. It was a name that did not get brought up. It had been more than six weeks since everything fell apart, and everyone around Jet City was afraid to mention it. He tries to avoid Kris blowing up by explaining it himself.

Aaron Isaacs:
“He was mistaken, or just being a dick. We aren’t sure. Kris just likes to say that they guy fights for a living so obviously cannot be too bright. He thinks he is a horror movie villain, after all.”

Kris bites down hard on his bottom lip and moves around the two. He crosses the room, and sits down behind his desk, creating a buffer zone between himself and Ian, but only addresses Aaron.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I really don’t want to talk about that guy. That whole thing is over. The company is closing. He got what he wanted. He and Calvin Harris deserve each other. It has nothing to do with me anymore. I don’t even watch it. I cancelled the Kris and Mikah Show thing. I have refused appearances. This is who I am now.”

He gestures out to the office surrounding them. He had managed to make it his own in the short time since he had taken over full operations. Ian looks around though, and notices something right off the bat.

Ian Lucas:
“I can’t help but notice that there’s no Sin City stuff in here. I mean, Parker’s office has all of his old titles, and pictures from his career. Your brother’s--”

While the tension is building, Kris had managed to keep his mouth closed until Ian needed correcting.

Kristopher Ryans:
“Half brother.”

Ian holds up his hands from his lap, demonstrating his innocence before correcting himself.

Ian Lucas:
“Your half-brother’s office has one of the tag titles from Jet City hanging up in it. I don’t see anything from Sin City in here. I don’t even see a picture of you and Mikah, or anything like that. It’s like you have erased it from your life.”

Kris nods without any emotion on his face.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I have.”

Ian seems surprised by the honest answer, but Aaron can sense the danger of the conversation. He tries to insert himself in between the two before someone snaps and the exchange of words becomes physical.

Aaron Isaacs:
“I think that what Kris is saying is that he has moved on from it. That’s kind of what we are here to talk about, not all of that. I mean this is supposed to be about the three of us moving on with his new idea. We don’t have to rehash things that don’t matter and are behind us. I think we should just focus on what is going on right now.”
Ian shakes his head though and does not even look in Aaron’s direction.

Ian Lucas:
“Why?”

Aaron tries to cut the question off before Kris can answer it, but it is like he is invisible to the other two.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I don’t need to dwell on the things that happened there.”

This time Aaron stood up from his chair, and forces attention to be pulled to him, breaking the stare down between the two.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Nobody wants to have to think about getting injured, or having their career be cut short, Ian. If he doesn’t want to talk about, we don’t have to talk about it. It is not what we are here for anyways.”

Ian sits back in the chair, and actually gives Aaron’s words some thought this time. The tension seems to pass in that moment and even Kris starts to relax. Ian’s shaking head brings an end to all of that though. He turns his attention back to Kris, and lays out what he thinks. Even though his voice is not raised, and the words are not hateful, the realization cuts through the room.

Ian Lucas:
“He didn’t get injured in Sin City. His career wasn’t cut short by Crimson. The only thing that happened in that match, was that Crimson cheated, and he won. That has happened dozens of times in your career, Kris. You have done it. People have done it to you. I have even seen you talk about the company where you did get injured. I have seen you talk to the people that actually injured you. When it comes to SCW though, you want no part of it.”

The look on Aaron’s face shows that he had not put the two things together before now. He had taken all of Kris’ words at face value, and had failed to add them up to make sure that they made sense. Now that he was being presented with it, he flashes back to the locker room after that match. The look on Kris’ face that everyone associated with the injury was there, before the Adrenaline show where he was hurt. He looks back at Kris, and the look they exchange shatters the illusion that Kris had created over the last six weeks. He tries to ask the question, but cannot find the words to do so. Ian does not stop though. He had no tie to Kris that would prevent him from being blunt.

Ian Lucas:
“I think it is because you actually know that he is better than you. You know that your time is over. Your injury was excuse to cut your career short and not have to worry about coming back. You blame it on him so that you can justify not coming around for the events. It’s not about him though. It’s about you.”  

Aaron snaps back to life to cut Ian off.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Look man, you can’t just come in here an--”

Kristopher Ryans:
“It’s fine Aaron. This is what he is here for. It’s not this radio show bullshit. He could throw anything together for a grade. This is not about Jason’s company, or some silly podcast idea. This is about who really sent him here, and what she wanted to learn about me.”

Ian shifts uncomfortably in his chair, and Aaron’s attention gets pulled back to Kris. The look on his face has changed. He is not reserved. There is no fake, business-friendly smile across his lips. His eyes are not as empty and lifeless as they have been since back in November. Instead, his whole expression makes him seem truly alive for the first time in recent memory.

Kristopher Ryans:
“Holden didn’t tell me about Alexa because he couldn’t trust me. He wanted to be around me, and get to know me before letting me all the way into his life. He wanted to make sure that I was worth getting to know before exposing me to his pride and joy. Isn’t that right?”

Ian shrugs his shoulders, and Aaron seems confused by the whole turn of events.

Ian Lucas:
“Can you blame him? Look at the person you have been on television. Look at the drugs you have done, and the lives that you have tried to ruin. Run back over the greatest hits of the most horrible shit that you have said to people, Kris. Would you want to let that person around your daughter? Regardless of how he’s related to her?”

It is Kris’ turn to shrug now, and Aaron slowly lowers himself back into the chair as Kris responds.

Kristopher Ryans:
“He did though, didn’t he? He trusts me. Obviously I can’t be that bad.”

Aaron is almost immediately sold on the idea, and allows himself to think for just a second that the two will be able to find a common ground. The comment does not work as the bridge between them that Aaron thought it would though.

Ian Lucas:
“Trusted you. Trusted in The Miracle. Believed in you, like every single one of those people in arenas around the world. Look at you though. You turned your back on all of them so easily. You walked away when things didn’t go your way. You made excuses why it wasn’t your fault, and blamed it on others. Then you got hurt, and in came the drugs, right Kris? Everyone talks about you being dead behind the eyes. I guess maybe getting hurt pushed you back over that edge, didn’t it?”

It should have made him mad. That was what Ian was actually trying to provoke. If Aaron were in Kris’ shoes, he probably would have leaped over the desk and done something about the jab. Kris does not do anything of those things though.

Kristopher Ryans:
“So that is what she thinks…”

Ian seems confused when the words are followed by a light chuckle. He tries to respond, but Kris cuts him off before he can.

Kristopher Ryans:
“This whole thing, is to get you to talk to me, to see if she should be around me. Maybe I earned Holden’s trust before everything went down the shitter, right? Maybe he told me about her back when things were all bright and sunny. Then the clouds rolled up and I went back to being the same guy that they saw on TV. The same guy that they weren’t so sure about anymore. And, of course, she is an adult. The word of her parents doesn’t mean near as much as what her best friend thinks. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you waited. I’m sorry that you did.”

The confusion intensifies for both Aaron, and Ian looks down at his lap.

Aaron Isaacs:
“Kris, I didn’t know th--”

Kris shakes his head, and offers Aaron a smile.

Kristopher Ryans:
“You have nothing to apologize for…”

He nods over towards Ian.

Kristopher Ryans:
“Neither does he.”

Ian perks up, and looks back up at Kris once the words register.

Ian Lucas:
“She just wanted to--”

Kris holds up a hand and shakes his head again. He did not need to hear it.

Kristopher Ryans:
“That’s not for you to tell me. You two are friends. Keep her trust. If she wants to come and talk to me about any of this, my door is open. You two walked through it, and I had no interest in doing this radio thing in the first place. I’m not a hard guy to find.”

Ian tries to use the common ground they found to rephrase one of his questions.

Ian Lucas:
“Unless people are trying to find you at an SCW event...”

Kris looks down at the desk, and really tries not to say anything at all. He had stopped it from coming out of his mouth for six weeks, but loses control for just a few seconds.

Kristopher Ryans:
“There’s no place for me there anymore.”

Aaron pats Ian on the shoulder, and motions back towards the door to the office. Ian nods, and gets up from his seat.

Aaron Isaacs:
“We don’t need to keep this up any longer. I will walk him out Kris.”

Aaron gets to his feet and moves to the door, pulling it open. Ian waits for a few seconds, starting Kris down and willing him to say something, or anything that he could take back to Alexa as a positive. When he former champion does not look back up, Ian gets out of his chair and walks to the door. Aaron steps out into the hallway, and waits for Ian to follow, but he stops, and turns back to Kris.

Ian Lucas:
“There are two things that I have learned in my life, Kris. Your half-sister was the one that taught them to me. The first one is, there’s always going to be a place for you at home.”

Kris looks up from his lap, and appears to brush it off.

Kristopher Ryans:
“And the second?”

Ian smiles.

Ian Lucas:
“A little bit of hope can take you a long way.”


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♫ / Someone take me / ♫
♫ / Home, ho-o-o-o-me / ♫
♫ / Take me home / ♫
♫ / Home, home, take me home / ♫
♫ / Someone take me / ♫
♫ / Home / ♫

12 January 2018
HOPE

Heather Ryans:
“What are you doing?”

Heather came into the oversized bedroom that she, Kris and Kali shared to find her husband with a bag on the end of the bed. Laying around it were things that she had not seen since the beginning of November. He goes to work putting the pads, and his shoes into the bag before turning to her.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I have to try….”

She shakes her head, and storms across the room, pulling things out of the bag. He does not fight with her, and stays out of her way.

Heather Ryans:
“You can’t. You’re not ready. You haven’t even done physical therapy for your arm yet. You’re not going to that show.”

Tears fill her eyes and she starts to break down while she is pulling things out of the bag. She flips it and starts to shake the rest of the items out of the bottom of it before he stops her. She tosses the empty bag to the bed and turns to him, but she is not angry.
She wraps her arms around his neck, and rests her head against his chest.

Heather Ryans:
“Don’t go. Please don’t go. I don’t want to see you hurt again.”

He brings his right arm up to her lower back, and hugs her close to his body while his left hand comes up to cradle her head against his chest. He knew that this was going to be the hardest part of leaving.

Kristopher Ryans:
“I can’t let it end this way. I can’t let it close like this. This wasn’t supposed to be how my story ended. If I stay at home, I let them take that from me.”

She pushes away from him.

Heather Ryans:
“If you stay at home, you get to stay safe! You get to pick up your kids in the mornings! You get to talk like a regular human being instead of having to text message to communicate. You don’t have to worry about getting hurt, and maybe slipping. God dammit, Kris we just barely made it through a year!”

He shrugs his shoulders, but keeps his voice level.

Kristopher Ryans:
“If I stay here, the weight is never going to come off of my chest. I’m never going to know if I was good enough. I’m always going to regret not going, and not finding out for myself. I let Crimson be an excuse. I let the injury be an excuse. I sat on the sidelines and talked about never going back because I was afraid.”

Kali Fox:
“Afraid that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be….”

The two of them turn away from their argument to see Kali standing in the doorway watching them.

Kali Fox:
“You see all of these awesome things happening all around you, and just think that maybe you didn’t deserve for them to happen to you. You see people winning dozens of world titles, where you were never even given an opportunity. Crimson has you convinced that maybe you were just never good enough, and that is why they were content to let you stay in the Roulette Division. Maybe that is why they were okay with you leaving too. You think he was right about all of it, don’t you?”

Heather goes to argue that it could not be the case, but the look on Kris’ face stops her. He closes his mouth, and sits down on the end of the bed.

Heather Ryans:
“Kris…”

He shakes his head, and tries to hold it together.

Kristopher Ryans:
“You hear something enough, and you start thinking that maybe it is true. That you’re the best. That people rely on you. It is so easy to build a person up. Mark and Christian, they put me on that pedestal. I can’t fault them for it. I am not mad about it or anything. They just sat back and watched as it all went to my head. I embraced all of it. I really loved thinking that for once, maybe it was going to be my time. Maybe all those good things could happen for me. I mean, I was so close. All I had to do was climb that last step...”

Kali finishes the thought for him.

Kali Fox:
“...and then I got taken.”

Kris nods, not afraid to admit it anymore.

Kristopher Ryans:
“It’s that, but it’s not just that. He’s just a guy playing the same game that I used to play. He wants to get under people’s skin and work them into mistakes. It is not new. It is not cutting edge. The process works. I would know. That’s not what it was. Not really.”

He sighs, and Heather chimes in, having already put it all together. Kali may have given her the pieces, but there was nobody that knew Kris better than Heather. It was not even a difficult puzzle to solve.

Heather Ryans:
“Nobody stopped him….”

Kali looked up from Kris to Heather, who lets out an annoying half-sigh.

Kali Fox:
“What?”

Heather is almost disappointed in herself for not seeing it before. The answer was obvious now that she was looking for it.

Heather Ryans:
“All of the things he did, and all of the shit that he said, and nobody said anything about it. Nobody came to your defense. Nobody backed you up. They left you hanging out to dry by yourself, and you took it to mean that everything that he said was true.”

She pauses, because the word did not sound right.

Heather Ryans:
“No… not true---”

It was Kali’s turn to catch up to the conversation now, and she finds the right one for her.

Kali Fox:
“You thought that is what everyone believed… And everyone was just too afraid to tell you. They let you become larger than life, and then left you to fall all by yourself. Like maybe they were laughing behind your back the whole time. When you said that you weren’t going back, it was because you don’t think that they want you there. Not because you don’t want to go.”

His bottom lip quivers a little, but there is something under all of his fears that was not there before. Maybe it came from all of them being on the same page for the first time in two months. Maybe it was the clear-headedness that he had back now that he was off the medication. Maybe it was even the push that Ian gave him. It was there though, and it was undeniable.

Kristopher Ryans:
“If I don’t go back, I’m the only one that is going to carry around the weight of it for the rest of my life. There’s a chance that I’m going to go back, and I’m going to fail. There’s a chance that I come up short because all of those people were right about me the whole time...”

Kali follows his line of thinking just a second faster than Heather and finds the words before her.

Kali Fox:
“...but there’s a chance that he was wrong, and that he has always been wrong, and this is your last chance to prove it.”

Heather smiles, and then moves to sit down next to her husband.

Heather Ryans:
“I have been telling you for years that you were good enough. I have believed in you when you didn’t even believe in you. I know that this is your last chance, and understand if you have to go. You listen to me though…”

He lowers her hand to his cheek, and forces his face up so that he has to look into her eyes.

Heather Ryans:
“You have a family here waiting for you win or lose, and you are always going to be good enough for us. You don’t have to worry about finding a place in the world because it is here, with us. Sin City might have been your home for the last few years, but look around you. You already won. This is your home, and nobody can take it from you.”

She leans in and places a kiss on his forehead. Kali moves across the room, and squats down in front of them to be on their level. She runs a hand through his hair, and pulls his attention to her.

Kali Fox:
“Now let’s go make sure that all of them remember exactly why they said you were the best.”


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[Kristopher Ryans]

 
“I feel like I have come Full Circle in the last two months.”

The scene opens with Kristopher Ryans standing in front of the camera. The scene behind him is nothing but the cloudless gray sky. Under his feet we can see a path, that leads out to a cliff just past where he stands. The area around him is completely open, with any identifying landmarks cut out of the frame.

“I was on top of the world back in November. Jet City came out and announced that we were about to take down a cancer among men on the Sin City roster. We were going to take Calvin Harris’ title, his position in this company, and we were going to give it back to the people that pay to come to our shows.”

Disappointment creeps across his face, and he does his best to shake it away.

“Things don’t always go the way that you think that they are going to go. Sometimes there are setbacks. Sometimes that closure that you are looking for isn’t to be found. That is the state of mind that I have been living in for two months. I got injured in a match outside of Sin City, and it was supposed to cost me being able to compete until after the company was closed.”

He shrugs his shoulders, and does not accept that fate for himself.

“I don’t know about all of you, but that does not work for me. I realize that at some point, we are all going to be stuck sitting at home, watching others succeed where we used to, but that does not have to happen today. I have sat back and watched while Crimson has not only used my name to promote himself week after week, but has somehow managed to maneuver himself into the spot that I left behind.”

While the tone of his voice does not raise, it is easy to see that the situation does not sit well with him.

“Calvin Harris might be willing to roll over and die, but I’m not. I have seen the tweets. I have heard the silence. Calvin does not care about this match, because there is nothing left for him in this company. This company never meant anything to him. Not really. There was something for him to gain from being here. Whether that be notoriety or championships doesn’t really concern me. The fact remains, it was always about him. You think he is going to take responsibility for being the top champion of the company while it sunk into the ground? Absolutely not. You think he gives a shit about being named the last champion that this company will ever see? Not a chance. He already got what he needed from all of you, and that is why none of this matters to him.”

He laughs, but there is nothing but annoyance in it. He struggles to keep his composure through it, but hangs on to thin threads of it.

“...and while Crimson is watching and nodding along, he is not any fucking different. He is as self-serving as Calvin Harris. They are a perfect for one another. Mirror images. From the very start, the only thing that Crimson has wanted to do is take over and then watch the place burn to the ground. Even as the flames are rising up all around him, he just keeps getting forced down everyone’s throats. You know how many times I hinted at making a run at Calvin Harris? Dozens. You know how many times I was told no? Dozens.”

Finally the fans are given a reason for his annoyance, and few find a problem with his assertion.

“I was told that the divisions were separate, even though people like J2H and Raab were competing for multiple titles. I was told that I would have to drop the Roulette Championship to even take a stab at the SCW Heavyweight Championship, not even just if if I won it. I had to give it up to earn just the opportunity. An opportunity that I have worked towards, and busted my ass for, for over four years. I went undefeated in this company for over a year. I broke the record with the Roulette Championship, and then I was discarded for someone who doesn’t care about this company, and has done little to nothing for it.”

He chuckles, and this time it is clear that he finds something funny about the situation.

“Mark and Christian announce that they are going to close up shop and announce that two people that nobody wants to see in the main event are going to fight it out for the honor of being the very last champion that this company will ever see. Of course they are both going to show up to add that to their resume. Of course they are going to try and hype that fight. That is all that it is for them though. They are not going to give anything back to the people in attendance. Nobody is going to be excited about seeing either of them walk away in the end. SCW deserves more than an image of one of their faces plastered across the screen as we fade to black for the last time ever. For all of you that have been watching this company for longer than I have even been competing in it, that would be cheap. That would be a smack in the face for your years of loyalty. I can’t let them do that to you...”

He looks away from the camera, and looks out at the gray sky backdrop. His hands come up to rest on his hips, and he fights to decide what he wants to say. When he turns back to the camera, he seems at a loss.

“I am not a hero. Any of you that have been paying attention long enough don’t need to be told that. I tried to act like I was the hero once, and it didn’t work out so well for me. To be honest, I have just started to get my voice back, and I’m nowhere close to 100%. My wife does not really want me to do this even though she is being supportive, and I can’t really blame her for feeling that way. This is the last that we are going to see of Sin City Wrestling. I can’t sit at home and watch these two ruin it.”

Fans start to piece together exactly what it is that he is saying.

“Before I got injured outside of this company, I had two matches with Crimson. He took that Roulette Championship away from me, but he couldn’t beat me that second time without cheating and flaunting it in front of all of you. I have watched him namedrop me to get into the position that he is win week after week. That gives me enough of a reason to be in this match. On top of that, last I checked, Calvin Harris had only one challenger, and he knew exactly who that person was.”

He taps twice at the center of his chest with left palm.

“There is only one way that this can end. One retires. One goes on to ruin another company.”

He smiles.

“Kristopher Ryans come home and becomes a legend.”