Our scene begins as our co-hero, Society member Seth Lawless pulls up to a chain link fence in his rented SUV. The top is wound with barbed wire. In some places, the barbs are stuck with what looks like leather, hair or some kind of fur and bits of material. A big faded sign reads, ‘Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law’ and a heavy linked chain and padlock keep the gate closed.
He looks down at his phone’s GPS and confirms the address before stepping out. The sound of the door shutting echoes in the air around him. Although it is overgrown with foliage, the equipment in the area behind the fence is unmistakable as an abandoned low budget amusement park. It is dusk and the setting sun sets an almost eerie orange glow around everything, giving an ethereal light. Something out of a horror movie and Seth fights the shudder creeping up his spine.
Seth appears a bit uncomfortable with the location, and rubs his arms a little. He was supposed to be meeting someone here.
“Psst... baldy.”
He turns at the voice to see his Society partner Zaylee Flynn on the other side of the fence. A tiny brunette with steely blue eyes but anyone that knew her to any degree would know that she was tough as nails and could take down even the biggest opponent. In her hand is a large fluffy pink mess of cotton candy. She comes to the gate and takes a bite.
Seth's eyebrows raise, “How did you get over there?”
He looks up at the barbed wire and then back at her tank top and daisy duke shorts. There wasn't a scratch on her, at least not fresh ones.
“Through the gate but since you won't fit your fat ass through like me...”
She turns. He frowns.
“Hey... Its relationship weight okay?”
He pats his almost non-existent belly.
“I’ve been a little bloated.”
Zaylee comes back, with something long, metal and heavy. The metal dragging on the broken concrete makes Seth flinch. She thrusts the cotton candy through the gap in the gate.
“Hold this.”
Seth watches her swing what is now seen as large bolt cutters. In one quick movement she cuts the lock and it all falls to the ground in a clatter of noise. Seth looks around.
“Zay, you're going to get us arrested... again ...”
Zaylee swings the gate open wide and grabs the snack from him.
“No one gives a shit about this place. Trust me. I used to squat here sometimes.”
Seth watches her eating the cotton candy.
“Where did you get that?”
Zay smiles but doesn't answer, only turns and starts walking away. Seth gives his head a shake. He looks toward the camera guy and waves him to follow.
“I dunno man...”
Seth rolls his eyes. “If I gotta go in there, so do you. Come on.”
The cameraman lets out a sigh but follows as Seth goes into the amusement park.
As he walks, following behind his curvy partner, he can’t help but notice the overgrown grass and weeds on the rides. The way the paint on the carousel horses has chipped away to further add to the feel of overall creepiness. Even the abandoned food stations look ominous. Now he can't help but let the shudder out.
They finally catch up to Zaylee. Seth shakes his head.
“Are you going to tell me why we’re here?”
Zaylee smiles wide. “Of course, Mr. Clean.”
Seth once again rolls his eyes. He seems to have gotten used to Zay always throwing jabs at him.
She points at where she’s stopped. The large wooden letters are supposed to say, ‘Fun House’ but the U and N have fallen off. The outside is covered in graffiti. There is a large jovial looking clown head on the front with paint faded and chipped to match the rest of the park. Seth shakes his head though.
“I fucking hate clowns.”
Zaylee rolls her eyes. “Everyone does. Get over it.”
She slips into the darkened entrance and Seth once again looks at the camera guy before also going in.
“I don’t get paid enough for this.” the camera guy says before letting out another sigh and following.
It is almost completely dark until the beam of a flashlight clicks on. The camera follows as it lights up the wall until reaching the control panel of the attraction. Zaylee flips it open and pops all the breakers into place. The overhead lights all come on simultaneously. Zaylee, still holding her fluffy treat, clicks off the flashlight.
“Follow me... you chicken-shits.”
She moves ahead again.
Seth starts to protest, “I’m not scar....”
Zaylee cuts him off. “Don’t worry... I won’t let the big bad clown hurt you Sethy-poo.”
She laughs and it seems to echo through the building.
Seth goes to say something, but changes his mind and shrugs.
“Since we started, people have thought we were the clowns. Putting on the face of someone else and start pandering to the crowds for attention. No-one seems to understand what we are here to do. Accusing us of wanting things without being willing to work for them. Nothing can be farther from the truth.”
They get to the room of mirrors. Seth gets stuck in front of the one that makes a person look fat. He frowns.
Zay has the tall and skinny one and squeezes her breasts together to make cleavage.
“Everything you see on the outside is a mirage. Smoke and mirrors. They want to like us but don’t want to be an outcast. They agree with our statements because at one time or another, they were us.”
Seth agrees.
“But we know all that.”
Zaylee nods. “We know what we are, but some people don’t. People like in Salvation want exclusivity of the people that follow them.”
Seth laughs. “They have followers?”
Zay smirks. “Every cult does, no matter how nonsensical the mission statement is. Just look at Scientology. They think Aliens are coming to take them away and they have churches across the world.”
It is Seth’s turn to roll his eyes.
Zay moves into the next room. The floor is shaking and moving.
“Cults and religions are all the same. They say they accept you to entice you and once you're hooked, they ask you to change. Do you think Mila and Sinister just woke up wanting to be part of something else? No. They were just like us. Broken, feeling like they didn't belong. Feeling the strain of being a square peg constantly being jammed into that round hole, but unfortunately, Nemesis got to them first. But, that isn't our problem. Our game isn't to convert anyone, or make false promises. We make a point and those that relate can be part of it, but we don’t require change. All you have to do is accept yourself and think, ‘who the fucks cares if I’m different’.”
Zaylee seems to struggle at first with the moving floor but eventually gets the hang of it, navigating it expertly. Seth struggles a bit as he watches Zaylee.
“Zay, why the hell are we here is there some sort of underlying theme or something?”
He walks a bit more finally getting the hang of it.
“But with your different thing I get it. I'm someone that was supposed to be a big star but I've been passed by. I want to change that because I deserve it. I deserve to be on top of everything, and to do that I need to take the bull by the horns and I intend on doing that.”
She ignores his first question and waits for him at the end. The camera guy seems to have little difficulty following behind. She has finished the cotton candy and throws the paper cone on the floor.
“Isn’t that the point? We are all misfits. Abandoned, overlooked. But we aren't thirsty assholes either. We aren't begging for opportunities. I made a legit challenge to get us into this tournament and no one had balls enough to accept it. It was my endurance against Jove that got us here. I know that some weirdos backed out but he could have picked anyone. He could have picked that jewish guy and his country bumpkin girlfriend but he picked us. Finally, someone has taken notice that we have skills. But Mila and Sinister are still so full of themselves that they can't see that. Arrogance is a dangerous drug Seth.”
She keeps going and this next part is a maze of plexi-glass walls.
“Life for us, has been like a fun house. As soon as we overcome one challenge, another one is right there waiting. But some assholes will sit and cry about it, but The Society find a way.”
She’s already navigating through the see through walls. Seth follows, finding his way to the other side before her.
People.. people… people everywhere. What was a girl to do? I stroll passed the whining little shit and the push-over mother and take a seat in the chair nearest the coffee shop. It’d be a matter of time before I was guzzling down a grande machiaato and trolling the land of twitter.
The thunderous herd of foot steps and the ecessive chatter was the flame that devoured the fuse and if I didn’t act fast, I’d be the bomb that blew up. I needed a break from the chaos, but when I saw Sinister in the distance I knew the chaos was far from over.
The world froze around him. Papers stand still in mid-air and liquids defy the laws of gravity. I always found it odd that I could still move around when this happened. I rise from my seat, “Sit down.” Sinister says as he approaches. I do as I am an told.
“You may rest for now. Nemesis is very serious about the Battalion Championship tournament, so I need you at your absolute best.” His words, as offensive as they were at first, soon lost meaning and the greater message was realized.
“We have a weak link amongst our ranks, every brotherhood or family does. We handle these matters differently than most…” His words were true.
Sinister, the warden of the realms. The gate keeper to places unknown.
The messenger whose words were as lethal as his physical strikes, spoke in code to me. He had my undivided attention.. I knew exactly where he was headed.
“…Now, we are up against un-scouted opponents, but they are in un-scouted territory. The battleground is our lair of chaos and destruction. We will use deception to defeat them. The battle ground is the road to Salvation and we decide who will prosper. We must treat the Society as sheep to send a message to the Outliers, Beautiful Storm, and most importantly, Dick Devereaux.”
I clinched my fist at the sound of his name. “That asshole disgraces our name, wearing a hand print over his eye. He mocks us daily. He feels he has gotten one over on us.” Without acknowledging my interruption, Sinister continues.
“The little weasel believes he is god almighty when he is in fact nowhere clothes. He’s a mere mortal wielding a childhood tradition. We will completely eradict his legacy amongst the Union Battleground record books, and I speak of him heavily at this time because he believes he has exposed a weakness amongst Salvation. And there is nothing more dangerous than a man who believes. We will kill his belief and make an example out of this… Society. This punk rock teenage showcase of rebellion. Anyways… how was the flight?” He asks.
This guy serious? “The flight was ok, I want to be home already but I’ve got a few appearances to make before that’s possible. Now, speaking a little further in depth about this weak link. Are we speaking of the same weak link that I’m speaking of?” I ask with true concern.
“Yes.” His voice was cold. His words were stern.
“Then I must say, it’s about damn time. Our lists of sacrificial sheep continues to grow, I’m liking this. What do we know about The Society? Does anyone place the cello?” Sinister cracks a grin. That was the most you got from when he was laughing.
“But seriously, who are these people? What are their fears?” I ask. Sinister looks back at me with a bit of arrogance. “What is everybody’s fear Camila?” He waits for a response, but after a moment he realizes I don’t have all the entire deck of cards. “Salvation dear…. Everybody fears their Salvation. That is who we are. The reflection in the mirror. You mustn’t forget.”
And like that, Sinister vanishes into thin air and everyone starts moving again. I look over my cell phone a few times while waiting patiently. My soul belonged to Union Battleground lately. My work out plans, my dinners, my entire schedule was centered around the battleground.
This was the place I was going to dominate and call home. They speak of Saint Saito as if she is the most dangerous female in the business, but little do they know, the most dangerous is yet to make her presence known. That great danger is the black rose.
That danger is the poisonus thorn that digs deeper into your flesh the more you try to squirm. That danger is on the other end of the hotline. Some consider me obnoxious… I consider myself a life coach. I hold the keys to salvation. I open the door and I shove you through it. Once you’ve made it to the other side you’ve got no choice but to stand and fight. Welcome to hell this is only the introduction. That’s how reality feels. One giant gut check.
As a whole our message is simple… as individuals our cause is known. Currently, the Union Battleground Championship is within our grasps, and so are the Battalion Championships. The time of Salvation has arrived and hell on earth is the fate of each and every team involved in the Battalion Championship tournament.
Salvation will continue to prove it’s point and fight for the cause. Union Battleground needs true talent to believe in and Salvation gives them just that. In the land of ego’s it is true that sets us all free and the truth is right there in plain sight. Camila Martinez and Sinister are the duo to beat. Salvation is the faction to fear, and it is I.. Camila Martinez that opens the door to your own personal hell.
This goes far beyond religions, demons, and cults. This is the truth with a heart beat and a mind. This is the voice that tells you to jump when no one will give you the much needed push. This is Salvation. Names like Zaylee Flynn and Seth Lawless, as cute as their monikers are, the blink 182 era died with the ninety’s and the Clinton administration.
It’s always the new guys that come in with half a chip on their shoulder and no queso to dip it in. It’s obvious Salvation is taking over. We control everything that is Union Battleground because we are the heart beat…. The life force…. The bloodline. We are the givers and the takers and it is us who should be reckoned with. The Society denies Salvation and they view us as a group of misguided and broken souls. Ha… there’s nothing broken about any of us. We have it all together actually, and the only thing that will be broken is the spirit and the soul of one, Mr. Lawless and Ms. Flynn. Don’t for one second believe you’re in this match because you deserve to be. You’re in this match because you are fated to fail in Union Battleground, it’s as simple as that.
Proceed with caution when strolling down the road to Salvation. "Excuse me, is somebody sitting here?" I look up from my phone and lockaway my thoughts. I didn't know who this woman was, but I felt the need to fuck with her. "Actually..." I began with a wicked smile, "My good friend is sitting here, but he won't be back for a while, take a seat."
The woman does as she is told. "Do you what Nemesis means?" I ask with a smile. I had other plans in mind, soon this woman would find out.
When he notices that she is kind of lost, he back tracks to help her. The camera guy of course has no difficulty reaching the end.
“The Society helps its own.” Seth has strength behind his words. Zaylee offers a crooked smile.
Seth shakes his head. “I get it though, everything you have been saying. And its sad that we have to dumb it down for our opponents, not that they even get it either way. They want to downplay us, not bother to scout us and throw plasse shitty insults. They haven't said anything I haven't heard a million times before. Whatever other group like them has tried before.”
Zaylee nods, “Beating a dead horse, wouldn't you say?”
Seth grumbles. “Beating a clown to death more like it...”
Zaylee shrugs.
“I’m not a fan of the makeup either. It's like they are hiding who they are. Only a matter of time before Camilla does the same. But it doesn't matter. They can put up whatever mask or words they need too but have they really said anything?”
They come through a dark hallway. There is a bit of light at the end of it and they both move toward it. Suddenly, a mechanical body flies forward from the wall, a goofy laugh echoing. Seth reacts, immediately punching the jovial face until he breaks through the wood. Zaylee puts a hand on his shoulder and he calms down.
“Anyone that takes your strength for granted is a fool.”
Seth rubs his knuckles. “I fucking hate clowns.”
The camera guy starts laughing and Seth turns, a scowl on his face.
“You wanna go, pretty boy?”
The laughing stops.
“That’s what I thought.”
Zaylee rolls her eyes. “Save it for the ring big guy.”
She then looks to the camera guy and winks.
“They want to make an example of us. They think we are intimidated by clown makeup and 80’s wrestling scare tactics. Fact is, none of them know the horror of being a 12 year old on her own. So excuse me for not being scared of words.”
Her fists clench and both Seth and the camera guy put a hand on her shoulder.
“That’s why this won’t work for them Zay, they don’t know what any of us has gone through. They think we are some flash in the pan. It will just be a sweeter victory though.” Seth gives a half smile. “Can I rub it in their faces when we pin their asses?”
Zay rolls her eyes this time. “Don’t get too cocky, it's kinda the point of this promo right...” her lips grow into a wide smile and she talks from the side of her mouth. “But fucking right you can.”
The three laugh. It echos through the building. Suddenly an eerie follows them. Zay and Seth look at each other.
“Can we get out of here?” The man behind the camera says.
“Uh yeah.” The three step over the splintered pieces of the wooden clown as the come out the exit. The sun has almost fully set now. The amusement park looks even more sinister in the dark.
“We came to Union not to recruit. Not to make people fear us.”
Zay looks across the park. Seth comes to stand beside her.
“We came to show everyone who ever doubted us that we are not easily forgotten.”
There is silence for a few minutes. The wind gives a low whistle as it moves through the pieces of abandoned metal.
“So you guys wanna go get some food?”
The silence is interrupted by the voice of the camera guy. Both Society members turn their heads at the same time.
“I could eat...” Seth nods his head.
Zaylee bursts into laughter. Seth pouts.
“What? I have a fast metabolism, I gotta eat every couple hours.” he pouts.
Seth moves forward, “Hey give me the camera kid.”
The scene goes a little wonky for a minute before focusing. The camera guy is none other than Luke Jackson. He looks at Zaylee like there is no other woman in the world. She seems to blush as she moves forward into his arms.
“Awwwwww.” Then Seth can be heard making gagging sounds. Surprisingly neither Luke or Zaylee act like the hear him.
Seth turns the camera around to face himself.
“I'll save you from that.”
Seth smiles and shakes his head as he looks at them walking off hand and hand.
“So why am I here has been the question I've been asked over and over again. I don't know why I'm in the F house but I know why I am with the Society.”
He cocks his neck and takes a deep breath.
“Again that is something that has been asked about me, people have these thoughts of why I'm here. People think that I'm here because I just wanted to get into bed with Becky. Yes that was an added benefit but it's not the whole reason that I'm here.”
He starts walking around the house and thinks about looking for Zay and Luke but he stops because he didn't really want to know what was going on.
“No the reason I'm here is because I need to prove to people that I'm a lot better than I have been told. I've been taken lightly for way too long I should be on top of everything but I am not/ I have been cast aside since I was a teenager and you know what that changes now with Becky and Zay. That changes now during the Battalion tournament when Zay and I take it over.”
He keeps walking when he sees Luke come out of a corner with a shit eating grin on his face. Zay follows behind him she adjusts her shirt as Seth shakes his head.
“You guys couldn’t have waited…”
He hands the camera back to Luke and he looks deep into it.
“Come Lights out Zay and I will be a strong unit and we will win because that is what the Socitey does.”
| The smell of ash and the sight of smoke fill the air as the camera opens up on what looks to be a freshly burnt down infrastructure on a dark, gloomy late afternoon. While most of the wood has been seared black with even some of the wood becoming gray and having fresh coals burning in some spots, a few half-walls, door frames and various items scattered throughout the building survived the fire that was set ablaze. The crunch of wood and glass can be heard, but whatever is causing it is definitely walking at a slow pace. The camera cuts over and we see black boots crunch down on wood from the building and glass from the windows that were intact at one time. The footsteps stop as the camera begins to zoom up and we see the face of Sinister.
The smoke swirls around him but he doesn’t flinch or cough. He reaches down beside his right foot and pulls up what looks to be a scorched black, leather, sleeveless jacket with some kind of insignia on the back; a white crest showing multiple black skeletons riding black motorcycles. At the top of the crest in black, medieval-styles letters reads “Society Of” and then beneath the skeleton on the motorcycle, in the same black, medieval style text reads “MAYHEM”. Sinister sneers and tosses the jacket to the side. Sinister stands in the burnt down biker club house of the “Society of MAYHEM”. |
Sinister: Being a part of a Society is so overrated, you can still be wiped away by the flick of a match and in the blink of the eye, no matter how Lawless your Society claims to be. But being a part of something greater and meaningful that has the ability to alter the shape and views of the world like Salvation is beyond rewarding, it is a way of life and anyone who speaks negatively of our cause is destined to be met with a force of destruction like no other. Your arrogance and ignorance have not gone unheard Seth and Zaylee, which doesn’t bode well for you or your cute, adorable threesome, Becky Balfour included!
| The camera pans from the side of Sinister to his front as he moves forwards throughout the burnt building moving past burnt tables, broken liquor bottles and flipped over stools. |
Sinister: Man breed’s destruction, we have been shown that peace is not in man’s true nature by our Lord and Master Nemesis. You two call our cause and movement a Religion or Cult, again, absolutely consumed by your ignorance instead of taking the time to open your minds to the teachings of Salvation.
| Sinister walks through what remains of a doorframe, as a wooden door with a brass handle lays to the right in front of the frame, mangled from tall the destruction. The camera pans now behind Sinister so we can see his point of view and the burnt remains of the club house’s “chapel” where the high ranking members of the “Society of MAYHEM” would vote on club issues. In the middle of the room, surrounded by eight, burnt, chairs is the club’s table, with their logo; skeletons riding multiple bikes, engraved in the fine oak wood. The strong, solid oak table has survived the fire in fairly good condition. |
Sinister: The beauty in destruction is not something every eye can stand witness to, fortunately, I happen to be more then an observer of this, I also am an artist of this type of carnage! The pain, the suffering and the torment of others does more than drive me, it is me!
| Sinister moves further into the room until he stands at the head of the oak table. |
Sinister: I will start tearing apart Society with it’s assumed leader Seth Lawless, a man who amazingly in a group of three, partnered with two females looks like the weakest link by a wide margin, which is why I will do Society the pleasure of killing the weakest in the herd first! And then Seth, you can lay there, a bloodied and broken mess and watch as the Barcelona Black Rose Camila Martinez and myself rip Zaylee Flynn limb from limb. Though, I will admit, Mila and I do expect her to put up a far better fight then you, after all, she has more talent in her diaphragm then you do in your whole body.
| Sinister starts to walk towards the camera with the cameraman who moves backwards matching Sinister’s pace as he continues to speak in to the camera walking slowly through the club house. |
Sinister: Your whole Society is a farce, you are nothing but lost kids, running around trying to play teenage house with each other, it’s pitiful and a disgrace in fact. You two are not worthy of being crowned the Battalion Champions and in case you two haven’t realized, look around you, Salvation is on a quest to conquer multiple championships here in Union Battleground while The Society is nothing more than two women who menstruate longer than normal while trying to play it off like they are to be feared and a bald guy with security issues who needs to prove to people that he’s a lot better than he has been told…so people are supposed to follow and join a group whose male figure is obviously looked down upon skill-wise, and for good reason but who also is still out trying to prove himself? Like I said, you are not worthy of being a champion, no, in fact, to be perfectly honest, you are not worthy of the air you breathe.
| Sinister passes back through the torn apart and burnt bar as the loud sound of crunching glass can be heard underneath his footsteps from the broken bottles and glasses. The building is no longer smoldering as badly as it once was but just as the camera shows that, rain begins to fall from the heavens, causing huge amounts of smoke to rise from the burnt structure, falling on any remaining coals that exist. |
Sinister: At L!GHTS OUT, Mila and I will extinguish not only the flame that burns inside of the souls of Zaylee Flynn and Seth Lawless but we will also cause the collapse of The Society and burn every last remnant of it to the ground!
| Sinister lets out an evil laugh as he walks past the camera and off into the distance with the raining continuing to come down mixed in with thunder and lightning as we fade out. |
