Prologue
Sin City Wrestling closed its doors after the biggest loss of Tommy Crimson’s career. Losing two top straps mere minutes after retiring Calvin Harris was just too much. Tommy moved on to other promotions and found success while not losing a match in Union Battleground. He defeated men like Joe Stanton and Mark Storms, both respected throughout the world. The night Crimson left for Union Battleground was one he will never forget.
Tommy had to travel halfway across the world after just competing in two main events to top off Sin City Wrestling. He ended up winning that match for his team in that main event. He main evented two major pay per views on the same day but still was missing something after it was all done.
The passion was gone. Tommy found himself in a promotion where he had no real direction. Crimson beat talented men but nothing ever came of it. Still he continued on due to his love for a business that no longer had a place for him.
The fire that burned while he and Kristopher battled was gone. Crimson left the promotion better than he found it. He forged ahead.
The Fury also recently located his daughter who went into hiding after taking control of Fury Studios. How will he pay her back what she’s done? Tommy recently has began to work with large corporations that remain unnamed. His net worth made a real jump since he last competed in Sin City Wrestling. The videos he creates now are motion picture like. The work ethic of The Fury is still unmatched in professional wrestling.
After attempting to stab the current world champion, Crimson has been required by Sin City officials to get a psychological exam. The news breaking of this has caused even Fury Studios investors to wonder if The Fury has finally lost it.
May 3rd, 2002
Abandoned Motor City Wrestling Gym
Detroit, Michigan
3:43 pm The year is two thousand two. Detroit has began to fail with car factories all over closing. Abandoned buildings now litter streets that bustled in the nineteen fifties. A gym the formers Motor City Wrestling promotion once used for wrestlers sits abandoned. Over half of the roof is missing and the wrestling ring in the center of the building has dry rot on the skirt. The canvas has sun dyed spots from part of the roof missing.
A camera in the corner of the building catches each and every detail of the moment. A man stands in front of five boys talking. The boys are all knelt down on one knee while the older gentlemen relives his glory days of being a legitimate wrestling trainer. Dementia has left him living in this building and giving these boys pointers about the business when he isn’t drunk on canadian mist. The camera in the corner belongs to one of the boys taking in the lesson, one with bright long red hair, Tommy Crimson. The trainer actually trained Crimson’s father. Jimmy Clammer even wrestled in the mid seventies.
“The wrestling business will chew you up then shit you out. No benefits for men who took bumps all over the US. Oh, no.” The former trainer blurts out at the boys.
The boys are all around thirteen years old. The other four boys are talking to each other while Crimson listens to every word the man says with his full attention.
“You boys will all end up being villians in the business. Let’s face it, nothing good can ever come from a place like this.” Clammer explains with brutal honesty.
“People like us only live to torture those who wish to do good. Those men are all our foes and must be dealt with as such. One day if you are lucky… You will find your batman like I did.” Jimmy continues about the old days.
“You will find a man that matches your bad with his good so perfect he will become your “one”. The Batman to your Joker will only draw money. Tons of it if done right, in fact.” Clammer explains with detail now looking Crimson in the eye.
The other boys pay little attention but even this past his prime dementia fueled manager can see Tommy’s interest.
“I give you this warning about finding the “one”. Once you find this person, you will one day part ways. The best possible foe will push you to places you only dreamed of but once you lose that… Well… Some men have went completely mad.” Jimmy warns Tommy with real concern crackling in his tone.
“I knew two men who were the best in the world. They came against one other many times and it was magic each and every time. The hero died in a car crash leading the villian to find his end at the bottom of a Johnny Walker bottle just two years later. You will be one of these men, Tommy. One of the best alive and if you find that foe I speak of… You could rule the world.” Clammer explains to the only student that pays him any attention outside of the ring training.
“You will become the antagonist of a generation. I see it in you, boy. You will have a dynamic that any great hero won’t have, should you find this worthy adversary. Where you grew up in filth, that gives you another dimension that anyone good won’t have. The hard lessons you learned in these streets looking for food in dumpsters will give you a razor edge no other man with morals can even attempt to approach.” The former trainer says in an almost whisper in Crimson’s direction.
Jimmy Clammer looks at the other boys and shouts, “Get Out!”
The teenage Tommy watches on as his homeless friends wander off to find shelter for the night after annoying Jimmy with lack of enthusiasm. Crimson looks back up at the man who trained his father but now may be out of his mind. Clammer bends down to Tommy and takes his face in both of his hands.
“I see the drive inside of you that it takes to rule this business. You will have no equal I fear and may never find one. If you do… Don’t let ending such a feud end you too.” Jimmy exclaims advice he truly hopes Tommy takes with him.
“Once you get into their head, you’ve already won. Mindfuck them all, Tommy. I’ve seen what you do to these brats around here. Do that in this business and become so good not even a world champion’s level of political bullshit can run you out because you’ll be said champion.” Clammer works on Crimson’s confidence while the stolen VHS camera in the corner continues to record.
“If you can reach a global audience you can influence the entire world.” Jimmy finishes in a whisper. He then stands up and looks down at Crimson with a puzzled face.
“Who are you? Where am I?” Jimmy Clammer asks with real curiosity.
Tommy watches as Clammer rushes out of the falling down building. Crimson looks over at the camera then sighs. He stands up and slowly walks over to the weathered wrestling ring. Leaves inside must be cleared out before each lesson. Tommy places his fingertips on top of the apron the drags them across lightly while simultaneously walking alongside it. The camera feed dies out as the memory burned into Tommy’s memory is also saved via VHS tape for all to see. An inverted cross flashes across the screen suddenly.
4/16/2018(Current)
Nevada Psychological Association
Las Vegas, Nevada Not far from the Las Vegas strip sits a medical office. The Nevada Psychological Association building. The building is in complete view from overhead due to a hovering military grade Fury Studios drone. It must fly lower in Vegas due to the restrictions from the airport. All the cameras inside the building are now in control of Crimson’s Nerd Squad. They feed it completely to the Fury Network in real time. This side of town isn’t kind to those with money so this office it outfitted with top notch cameras.
The waiting room finally comes into focus to show Tommy Crimson sitting in a waiting room. This scheduled appointment had to be attended before Sin City would clear him to wrestle. If he can’t prove to this Doctor that he is not crazy, he won’t be able to compete against Cross come sunday and have to forfeit the match. That would be a loss before a date with Ryans. No way Crimson can let that happen so he sits in this room and patiently waits.
Tommy looks down at a coffee table in the center of the room. He notices this doctor office doesn’t worry about this aspect of the office because all the magazines are months old. He notices Kristopher Ryans on the front of pro wrestling magazine holding up the titles he took from Tommy. Crimson snarls at the dated magazine and quickly reaches over to cover up that magazine with a copy of rolling stone. When he moves the magazine it opens leading Tommy to peer at the pages. A Kristopher Ryans interview about how he has changed the business looks back at him. Tommy kicks the table with real frustration leading it to slide across the floor with a loud screech! This draws the attention of the lady at the front desk behind a sliding glass window. She slides it open suddenly.
“Is everything okay!? What was that?!” The older overweight lady screeches through the small window.
“I thought I saw the devil. It was just my reflection on the table varnish. My bad.” Tommy replies quickly while waving one arm to reassure.
She slams the sliding window shut to cut herself off from anyone in the waiting room.
A door that is located directly alongside the sliding window rushes open out of nowhere. The woman who was at the front desk now stands in the door frame holding a clipboard. “Right this way.”, she instructs the wrestling star.
Tommy walks through the hallway and notices all of the awards this doctor has gotten for her work in psychology over the years. Crimson follows the woman with a name tag that reads, “Peggy”.
They get to the large room down the long narrow hallway finally. Peggy breathes heavy from simply walking this short distance. Tommy makes fun of her for this as they enter the doctor's office by breathing heavily himself in a mocking manner.
Peggy’s insecurity takes over as she lowers her head and exits the rooms with a single tear streaming down her face after getting out of Tommy’s sight. The camera shots of the room show a three hundred and sixty degree angle. The Nerd Squad have complete control of the building now even the electronic locks and lights. Crimson sits down on a small velvet cushioned sofa seat. A chair a few feet away from the sofa has a mcdonald’s coffee sitting beside the chair leg. Tommy notices steam coming from the small drink hole on the lid.
The door to the office swings open and in walks a woman. She wears a pants suit and attractive for forty years young. Crimson is taken aback a bit by her but does not allow it to show. The blonde has a few of the buttons of her shirt undone in an attempt to relax a bit. She struts over to the chair and reaches down to shake Crimson’s hand.
“Doctor Elizabeth Poe.” The woman announces.
Tommy just looks at her extended hand then slightly turns his head. This indicates to her he wants no part of being cordial. The award winning psychologist then sits down in the chair. She reaches down and picks up her coffee to take a swig before they begin.
“I have to evaluate you to see if you are fit to compete, Mr. Crimson. I hold the key to everything you hold dear.” Dr. Poe explains to Crimson as she sits her coffee cup down back at her chair leg.
Tommy sits upright on the expensive sofa and realizes this woman means business by her tone just now. The doctor looks down at her clipboard while continuing.
“It says here that you tried to stab a coworker a few days ago?” Poe asks Tommy directly by peering up from her clipboard.
“Yes. I tried to stab Kristopher Ryans.” Crimson replies.
“Now why would such a well balanced individual like you… Do a thing like that?” Poe inquires with a smirk.
Dr. Poe continues to look at her notes on the clipboard.
“Hm. You have been a success at nearly every promotion you have worked at. I see a few one offs here and there you lost over the years but... This one may be the problem.” The doctor explains just before holding up the clipboard for Tommy to see.
“Crimson loses to Kristopher Ryans and two top championships simultaneously.”
Tommy sinks back into the sofa after reading this. Crimson is taken back a bit by this Doctor knowing wrestling terms like one offs also. He continues to suffer through this encounter so he can continue to compete in Sin City Wrestling.
“I’ve read your file extensively, Mr. Crimson. You are by far my most famous client now. A man driven such as yourself may not could mentally handle a loss like you took at Full Circle in January. I am perplexed as to how you succeeded after that point though. Care to explain?” Poe asks Crimson directly.
Tommy turns his head away from the doctor. He sighs heavily before turning back to face her.
“I put “his” head on their bodies. I didn’t see Joe Stanton’s face nor Kai Stevens in that other promotion.” Crimson explains with evident shame in his voice.
“His?” Poe follows up immediately.
“Kristopher Ryans. I put his head on their bodies and they had no shot then. He’s the “one”.” Crimson continues then looks down at the floor.
Doctor Poe writes all of this down as Tommy continues.
“I am consumed by this man. I put him down twice but did that stop him? No. It took a wrestling promotion aligned with a talented wrestler to take everything I worked so hard for. They conspired against me for a sunset ending.” Crimson finishes by slowly raising his head to reveal his face flushed with passionate anger and hatred.
“So you feel like SCW conspired with this man to take you down?” Poe inquires further.
“That’s exactly what happened. They needed me to retire Calvin Harris because I was the only one capable of such a feat. Then they sent out Ryans to pick the bones. Now I have nothing but a ten minute reign and a mental instability problem of epic proportions.” Tommy reveals to the world.
“I won’t know if I can release you to wrestle until we do one more test. I know you are don’t believe in entities such as God but I am your God now, Tommy. I decide your fate with a simple flick of the pen.” Dr. Elizabeth Poe exclaims then chuckles a bit.
Crimson looks up at this woman with real rage written across his face still. The doctor digs into her left pocket and brings out a golden necklace. She carefully drops it down to reveal a round charm. The doctor holds it up in front of Tommy’s face.
“I want to hypnotize you, Tommy. You want released? Then do it. To cure this you must defeat your next opponent in SCW. Going away after such a loss is what has you all super crazy from usual. You beat Quinton Cross and you will be cured. You want released to do that? Then play ball, motherfucker.” Dr. Poe exclaims with unladylike language that grabs Tommy’s complete attention.
She then begins to swing the necklace back and forth directly in Crimson’s face.
“You are beginning to feel light. Your eyelids begin to grow heavy… FIVE!” Dr. Poe calls out as she attempts to hypnotise Tommy Crimson.
“You lean back as you became more and more tired, Tommy. Four! The world continues to spin while you are now completely relaxed. THREE!” Poe continues her technique while Crimson follows every order to the letter.
“Comfortable and content… now close your eyes. TWO! Tommy now you find yourself in a safe space inside your head. A memory that pleases and comforts you. ONE! You are now under my control and helpless. Like you have done to so many. Now… Open Your Eyes!” The Doctor squeals out.
Tommy keeps his eyes shut even after the final order. The doctor appears flustered by failure but before she gives the command again Crimson replies.
“Amateur.” The Fury comments.
Crimson then does open his eyes to reveal they are solid white. Dr. Poe attempts to stand up but she is frozen with real fear. She sits still attempting to make her brain help her body escape with no success.
“I have no comforting memories outside of that ring. These tricks you pass off as medicine have no real “power”. I manipulate the weak for a living and you are one stupid bitch. I am about to do what you can’t do on a global scale. The world will forget all about what Kris did at Full Circle when I’m done. I have weaponized my influence with technology.” Crimson replies with fire and fury.
Tommy stands up then bends over and retrieves the mcdonald’s coffee cup next to Dr. Poe’s chair leg. He then gets right in her face.
“You come in here and pretend to heal while you fill your body with processed shit like this? You buy expensive bras to push those old tits up in hopes that any man will throw you a bone. You are way sicker than me but I see it. I can beat Cross without you. I came here knowing I would not leave without that release form. Who do think I am? Get down on your knees.” Tommy instructs the doctor, who is lost to the influence forever now.
Elizabeth then gets down on both knees and sits her clipboard on a small wooden table out from the sofa and chair. Literature about psychological disorders cover the small solid table. Tommy bends down and swipes off everything from the table but the clipboard.
“Now get the form out and sign it.” Tommy instructs.
Elizabeth quickly flips through the paperwork attached to the clipboard. Crimson then watches closely as she signs her name at the bottom essentially releasing Tommy to wrestle. The paperwork assures Sin City Wrestling that the other talent is safe as is Crimson himself now. Poe signs it to seal the deal quickly.
“They will need to know it was you that signed it. DNA should do. Bash your head onto that table until your face bleeds.” Tommy orders the Doctor.
Dr. Poe hesitates a bit then smashes her head onto the table directly on the clipboard with the release form. She slams her head again and again with real force until she busts her nose. Poe’s blood splatters on the paper just as Peggy opens the office door. She witnesses the doctor slamming her own head onto the table. Peggy runs out of the office with real fear. Tommy reaches down and picks up the release form that drips with blood. He grins as the Doctor hits the floor. Tommy turns and takes off down the long hallway while holding the release paper to his side. Blood drips on the cheap tile floor from the stained paper while Crimson walks toward his destiny and a match with Quinton Cross.
4/17/2018
12:03 am
Great Basin Desert[Nevada Portion](Unknown Exact Location)
The Fury Studios logo crosses the screen followed by the infamous female scream. A large desert in Nevada comes into focus from space. Google Earth streams the shot in real time to the masses. A hovering shot begins to travel across the desert slowly at first. The wide shot picks up speed before halting completely at what looks like an abandoned mine shaft. The shot continues into the hole and into the unknown abyss. The mine shaft is revealed to be a cover to hide an underground facility.
The camera suddenly cuts into four different camera angles inside the facility. They have been acquired by Tommy Crimson’s elite team of hackers, The Nerd Squad. Suddenly all four camera angles converge into one. A room at the very bottom of the bunker comes into full view. An inverted cross flashes across the screen with a slight glitch. It fades to show a room that is solid white. Pristine tiles cover every inch of the large room. An ornate chair sits in the center of the room with what looks like a foot stool sitting directly in front of it. The small stool has a beautifully stitched velvet cushion top that has what appears to be a virtual reality headset sitting atop of it. Wires run from the actual headset up into the solid white ceiling.
The bright fluorescent lighting shows the room in all its sparkling glory. Suddenly the solid white door opens! Two men come in being followed closely by a female subject. The stolen camera feeds strain to get the best high definition shot. This reveals the females identity. Randalin Crimson, Tommy Crimson’s estranged teenage daughter. The camera reveals her eyes to be solid white. Lost to the influence she follows the men in a directed fashion. The two men have lab coats but do not appear to be doctors. The facebook logo is apparent on the chest pocket of each coat. Tommy recently located his daughter and she signed everything back over to him. He then “volunteered” here for his first software run. The application goes live this very day after this test.
This underground facility is owned by the tech giant. They built it claiming to want to test how storing data beneath the earth would work. In reality, this is where all the dirty work is done. This particular part of the facility is the virtual reality testing area. Facebook believes VR is the future and they can use it to manipulate the global population in any fashion. Zuckerberg found a man claiming he can manipulate anyone in the world using the insecurities of a weak generation. This intrigued the owner of the social media platform. Now with facebook in jeopardy with congress hearings, the underground program has been set in motion. Crimson was tasked with creating the content that will manipulate and with finding a willing consenting participant in the real time test.
That’s what this room is. Randalin now sits in the very nice chair while the two men begin strapping the headset to her head. She sits stoic with zero emotion. The two men finish up then slowly walk out of the room to begin the biggest test of their lives. The taller of the two shuts the door behind while Crimson’s daughter leans back in the chair to take in the virtual reality.
The camera angle suddenly switches from the room to what Randalin can see in the headset. Fire consumes everything suddenly. A bloody pentagram appears then dries from the intense heat.
The intense virtual reality takes Randalin in completely. The area she’s found is covered in solid white flames. Tommy Crimson’s vision of purgatory come to life.
Randalin uses the headset to look around this digitally created world. She notices in the distance of the horrific landscape stands a huge mountain that reads, “LIMIT” across the front chiseled in deep. Directly in front of that mountain in the distance stands her father, Tommy Crimson. Both hands chained to the mountain from behind as he attempts to make his way to her. Fear consumes Randalin but she can’t run. Her legs are as if they are in a dream she can’t escape. A nightmare where your legs become jelly just before that unknown boogeyman murders you from behind just out of sight.
Crimson breaks the chains with pure will then begins to walk slowly toward his daughter across a plain unlike any Randalin has ever seen before. Bodies hang in trees throughout that burn a solid white. This purgatory Tommy’s daughter fears will have no escape.
Randalin looks up in the sky that glows a crimson red. No stars or sun to be seen. Crosses begin falling from the sky as Tommy gets closer and closer to his daughter, who screams with pure fright.
The crosses hit the ground with real impact. They land on each side of Tommy as he walks closer and closer. The crosses all end up inverted stuck at different angles into the rotted soil of this wretched place.
The scene changes as he approaches. Each step Tommy takes leaves a footprint of fire. Footprints and crosses litter behind him. Randalin cowers in fear as Tommy reaches her. She can almost feel the heat emitting from him.
“I knew I would find you here.” Crimson voice booms throughout the plains of his version of purgatory.
Randalin peers up with real fright.
“Daddy… Please let me out of here. You aren’t going to use this software on others are you? Why!?” Randalin screams out.
Tommy grins at his naive daughter.
“I can control the world with this. I can make them forget things that I want forgotten. They will all have to bend to my will when this goes live in thirty five minutes.” Tommy’s voice booms as he points up into the air.
Randalin looks up to see a timer counting down until this program goes live on Facebook VR. Crimson’s daughter realizes what is about to happen.
“You can’t stop me. I brought you here to finish this in a legal way. One where you are underground while I am two hundred and fifty miles away with one hundred witnesses. The world will witness what is about to take place here. You have the best seat in the hell I’ve created here, Sweetheart.” Tommy exclaims as he begins to back up from Randalin.
Suddenly Randalin looks down and rattlesnakes now bind her! They hiss and rattle while binding her to what appears to be a dead weight from behind. She pulls and pulls and one snake strikes at her. Randalin reluctantly gives in. Crimson suddenly rushes up to her then bends down to one knee to face his estranged daughter.
“You will watch me destroy Quinton Cross here today then never wake up. See your cancer has returned and a coma will kill you. This is the end my dear. So watch daddy murder all that’s good one more time if you will.” Tommy explains to his daughter.
Randalin begins to weep while Crimson thrusts his hand into her chest suddenly! The shot jolts her while Tommy retrieves her heart from inside her chest! Randalin watches as her own heart beats in her father's right hand. Tommy breathes onto it leading the organ to become cold as ice. The heart hardens into porcelain suddenly. Randalin realizes her father has become a real life Freddy Krueger of sorts just before he crushes the glass heart in his hand suddenly. Crimson’s daughter feels all the love in her big heart leave her body completely. Tommy opens his hand slowly then blows the dust that remains from the heart at his daughter before standing up.
The camera angle turns from Randalin’s point of view to show Crimson. Crosses continue to fall from the sky to plunge into the dirt around Tommy. Camera angles from every direction converge on The Fury and all his glory. Bright white Fire consumes him suddenly.
“Welcome to Purgatory, Quinton Cross. We are both stuck here and there’s only room for one of us to escape.” Tommy’s voice booms over the world he created while the counter in the sky ticks away.
“There is no god or devil. Heaven and Hell are simply delusions of grandeur. There will only be one god among men in that ring come Sunday… Me.” Crimson continues on while Randalin is chained to watch on with foam now running from her open mouth. She leans forward but the rattlesnakes hold her into place.
“You find yourself in a tough position. One more loss and that’s a pattern. A losing one. Can your career survive such a blow when your shtick is derived from ego? I doubt it.” Tommy drops the truth on his opponent.
Crimson returns to form as the fire rolls off of him. Smoke bellows from his clothes and body.
“You ready, Cross? It’s time to shred you.” Crimson comments before he begins.
The bodies hanging in trees begin swinging all around the huge world. They hop down and begin to all rush toward a hole marked, “Rabbit”. Darkness consumes all while screams can be heard throughout. A firing gun silences all these screams in the darkness.
“Quinton, you remind me of a quote from one of my favorite books.” Tommy explains in the darkness.
A quote crosses the screen from said book. Solid white fire again consumes Crimson’s version of purgatory. Everything comes to life once more after the quote fades. Tommy begins to grow and overshadow a figure on fire that resembles his opponent but not exactly because of copyright infringement laws.
“You are a copy of everything you have ever known. You grew up believing a gold chain would show others your worth. What a bunch of horse shit. A man’s worth isn’t measured in gold but with perseverance. Something you have none of.” Tommy grins as he continues to tear into his unpolished opponent.
Suddenly the ground in the virtual reality nightmare begins to shake. Tommy nearly falls as something large suddenly shoots out of the ground. The entire environment is affected by this. The ground continues to rock. After the dust clears an english language textbook stands tall like a skyscraper. The book came up through the ground between Tommy and the Cross digital lookalike. Crimson touches the huge book with a single finger and it begins to fall like a mighty oak. The book falls and squishes the lookalike. Blood splatters from beneath the huge textbook.
“GodBooked.” Crimson calls out.
Tommy walks down alongside the book. He continues to leave fire footprints with each step. Finally he reaches the bloody splatter. Tommy bends down and places both hands into the digital blood. He then rubs it all over his face. Blood drips down his jaw and hits the ground. The blood droplets dry immediately from all the “heat”.
“I will use you for momentum, Cross. It’s what I have lost and I can find it again with you. I will hurt you in my ring because I run this business. Any promotion in the world would want me on their roster while you will be wrestling in county fair’s in two months if you are lucky.” Crimson insults his opponent openly.
“Sick Burn Alert” Siri’s voice calls out across the world as the sky turns blue briefly then back to crimson red.
“I will be your god after this match. That is if you don’t have a VR headset ready to go for the facebook launch in nineteen minutes.” Crimson explains booming across the burning world as he points up at the countdown ticker high in the sky.
“I’ve seen many rap shticks during my time in this business. You are not special in that regard. You come off as something awful that got remixed to death. You treat my craft like it’s some sort of mixtape. How can you write urban poetry when you can’t speak properly? None of us can understand any of the shit coming out of your mouth. You know that right? You sound like a fuckin’ idiot.” Crimson continues to lay into Quinton Cross with brutal truths.
“The world doesn’t know who you are. Beating you will mean little to me in the grand scheme of things and that’s why the world champion didn’t even acknowledge you on twitter. You are beneath us both by a country mile.” Tommy smiles briefly after finishing evisortaing Cross.
“I know now you understand the beating you are about to take. You expected me to say this or do that. I did none of it because I am already in your head, Cross. Do you feel violated? The way I have raped your brain with my awesome? Do you want to make a hashtag and reach out to other victims? I will make you my bitch in that ring and there’s nothing… Nothing… You can do to change that fact in your life.” Tommy peers deep back into the shot with solid white eyes.
“The hostile takeover of the mind begins in less than ten minutes Quinton. If I do indeed allow it, history will say you had a chance to stop this… But failed. That’s what you do Cross. You Fail. You don’t have inside of you what it takes to defeat a man like me. I am made different because I was molded in pain then raised in suffering. I came from nothing to become everything while you only want others to perceive a misconception you created of yourself for yourself. Weak. You may not be all that’s good but you`ll be murdered all the same.” Tommy grins wide as he finishes his opponent off with carefully chosen words.
Crimson breathes fire out of his mouth and the world begins to burn completely again. Suddenly the shot goes back to what Randalin can see then back to the solid white room where she is seated.
Randalin Crimson sits in the chair in the room still wearing the VR headset with wires running up to the ceiling. The countdown counter reached one minute before the world inside the headset disappeared. Randalin’s nose begins to bleed and hit the pristine white floor. The two men from before rush into the room as Crimson’s daughter falls out of the chair and hits the floor. She begins to immediately have a seizure.
“What happened to her in there!?” The larger one of the two men yells out.
“I don’t know but this software just went live all over the world. There’s nothing we can do now.” The other man replies while squatting down to Randalin who convulses on the floor helpless.
Randalin thrashes about on the floor before she goes in to complete shock. The two men rush out of the room with their heels of their shoes squeaking on the floor. Randalin’s eyes open and they are brown again and not solid white. She escaped the influence only to be headed for a coma.
The blood from her head now begins to bleed after she smashed it on the solid floor. The blood runs down the solid white tile. It puddles in one spot and forms what almost looks like a goat head pentagram.
