Post by đť“”đť“đť“𝓲𝓮 đť“śđť“ľđť“»đť“𝓮𝓻 on Mar 17, 2018 21:32:29 GMT -5
The HBO Documentaries logo crosses the screen. The preview is to promote an upcoming three part documentary mini series entitled, “The Fury”. A look into the life of Tommy Crimson from the perspective of colleagues, wrestlers, and promoters. Different respected newspapers and magazines weigh in with quotes that float across the solid black screen.
“Riveting.”- Rolling Stone
“Night Terrors consumed me afterwards.”- New York Times
The quotes fade to a clip from the actual documentary. A dramatized reenactment with a seven year old actor playing a young Tommy Crimson. The young actor stands next to a stove in an abandoned house in Detroit, Michigan. Tommy’s mother also stands next to the cooking stove using it to prepare next to nothing for a dinner. She and Crimson’s father used all the money for heroin and not to feed Tommy and his younger brother River. A starving young Tommy reaches up on the stove in the clip to snatch a crumb off the stove top. The actress portraying Crimson’s mother in the clip turns with a stern and hateful look across her face. She moves the pot from the red hot eye then grabs hold of Tommy’s hand.
“Let me have it. You eat when I fucking say you little shit!” Crimson’s Mother exclaims wildly at her now frightened young son.
She takes his hand as tears well up in both the young boys eyes. Tommy’s Mother then holds his hand on the extremely hot eye of the stove. The searing flesh can be heard as a grin creeps across the face of Tommy’s evil mother. Crimson goes to a place in his mind where fear and pain have no real power over him.
She burns his hand until Tommy passes out on the dirty floor from the pain and shock. Little Tommy lies on the floor for two straight days unattended before coming to. The clip shows Crimson leaned up against a cockroach infested cabinet in the kitchen. He once again didn’t get to eat scraps but he dreams of the day that his mother grows old, weak, and feeble. A day when he can exact his revenge on her when she will at her most vulnerable. A wish that would never come true due to Crimson’s cross dressing wrestling father who would burn this very house to the ground in an attempt to kill his entire family three nights later.
Unknown Location in Romania(Close to Bulgarian Border) 3/15/2018 3:21 P.M.
A satellite in space takes direction from the ground to point at a small village in Romania. The exact location is kept hidden with blurs and vague shots. The shot from space looms closer towards the earth. A group of a thousand people stand in an open field surrounded by trees. The large group was assembled days before by Tommy Crimson. He ran a thirty second advertisement on television using his NerdSquad team to hack the feed. Crimson influenced an entire nearby town to join his dead eye society with a single ad. Now men, women and children all stand in this field. Every single one of them have solid white eyes and are now lost to Tommy’s influence forever. As the camera draws closer from space it reveals they all are singing in unison.
♫“The sky is turning red. Return to power draws near. Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears. Abolish the rules made of stone!”♫
The whole influenced crowd sings Raining Blood by Slayer in one of the more creepy large scale singing sequences maybe ever. A thousand strong, they continue to sing the same three lines while the crowd also begins to part slightly at the outer edge.
The Fury Studio cameras take over on the ground and from above in the form of drones. The people begin to part to allow a single man walk unhindered. Tommy Crimson is revealed to be walking toward the center of the crowd at last. The camera’s lock on Tommy as he approaches what appears to be impaled bodies on pikes. They are pointing out at each other which allows Crimson to walk underneath them. All are made up to look like Tommy’s recent opponents in Union Battleground. A sharp spike is impaled through their rectum up through their mouths.
The brutal display was created by his studios company and looks completely realistic. An homage to one of Crimson’s heroes, Vlad The Impaler. Tommy reaches over and touches the face of the model of the impaled Mark Storm. A woman stands by an unused spike and greases it with lube to prepare it for Kai Stevens. He smiles briefly remembering all Storms hype before looking into a camera. Tommy slowly continues his journey to the center of the large crowd.
“I admire Vlad. He wrote his legacy in blood and suffering. The Impaler molded his kingdom with the bones of those who opposed him.” Tommy spews into the camera while finally reaching the center of the crowd.
A deep pit sits in the middle hidden until now by Crimson’s dead eye society. The pit is fifteen foot wide and at least twenty five feet deep. A hovering drone reveals a man tied to a chair at the very bottom. Kelly Godless. A bent and twisted ladder from the match at Crown of the King Cobra leads down into the pit. Crimson shamelessly stole it from the event for this.
Tommy begins to speak into the cameras that line the clay walls while also descending down into the pit using the stolen ladder.
“Kai… How do you speak so much in a single breath? Is it like Joe’s right hand and a super power? Interesting. It’s puzzling to see such a new guy mention the top strap with such candor and so often too? I hope you die.” Tommy spouts out as he reaches the bottom of the pit.
“Brian Church is a thirty time champion in promotions we’ve never heard of. Kai killed a wrestling company with a two month title reign. Stevens couldn’t draw crowds to those high school gyms but he should already be the world champion in Union Battleground?. Fuck You, Kid.” Crimson insults the “green” wrestler with brutal honesty.
Tommy approaches the center of the pit where Kelly Godless is bound to a chair with barbwire. Crimson reaches inside his jacket and retrieves a vintage rubber Beatrice Arthur mask from the show Maude. Godless looks up at his kidnapper with true terror. Crimson slowly puts the mask on his hostage then leans in close.
“I never got to abuse my mother when she was at her most vulnerable like she did me as a child. That’s your fault now.” Tommy whispers into his hostage’s right ear before turning to face the cameras.
“I’m rooting for Kai.” Kelly Godless mutters beneath the creepy mask.
“Shut the fuck up, Mom!” Crimson screams out. He then hammers his bound hostage in the face with a vicious shot.
“My mom likes you, Kai. She’s a junky whore that never loved me though. Deep rooted issues like that will leave a rookie like you impaled on a greased spike. My version of ass to mouth is one you will never forget, that’s for sure.” Crimson laughs briefly at his clueless young opponent.
“I never loved you, Tommy!” Godless mutters from behind the mask with reverse psychology.
Tommy grins into the cameras then turns to Kelly. Crimson begins to lay into the wrestling legend. After three solid fists to the jaw, Kelly slumps in the chair completely knocked out. Tommy turns his back to the camera then rustles with the front of his jeans. A stream of urine begins to hit Godless while Crimson looks back over his right shoulder.
“Mom needs to cool off, Stevens. Just like you. You have no proverbial brakes to speak of so I will stop you dead in your tracks. I’ve wrestled a hundred Kai Stevens and eventually they can’t speak anymore with a broken jaw so they fade away into obscurity. Like mom here... Nothing to say now with a shattered shit talker. Kai, you will soon be able to relate. ” The Fury exclaims while shaking the remaining urine onto his hostage before tucking himself back away.
“That made me hard a little. See... I will go places you can’t even fathom, Kai. You should know by now that you can’t beat the best with that weak game you got. Clever and aimless dialogue can’t cover up the green.” Crimson smiles as he turns to face the cameras along the clay walls of the deep pit.
Tommy then holds out both arms from his body and exclaims, “How can you be world champion? You going to defeat all of Salvation? Ha. We are already at war with two different wrestling promotions. In the grand scheme of all that you are nothing. A meaningless piece of a larger puzzle that no one will remember.. Not even the kid that does my wikipedia page.”
“Axel literally threw you to the wolves in your first match. That says plenty. You are unproven and only as high on that card as you are because of Tommy Crimson. That will only inflate your ego even further but that’s cool, I Got A Knife.” Tommy whips out a large knife then sticks it into the side of the pit.
A wide overhead shot begins to draw away. Tommy kicks his hostage over in the chair then laughs out loud. The echo carries out of the large pit. Scene fades to...
Post by Kai Stevens on Mar 19, 2018 18:13:36 GMT -5
THE BOOK OF KAI STEVENS CHAPTER ONE: one for the money
CLICK! You've found yourself navigating the official website for Union Battleground, keeping yourself updated on the current events and whatnot. In your online adventure through the site, complete with far too many breaks to cycle through your social media, you find yourself on the video page of the site, where the first thumbnail catches your eye. After clicking on it, a black media player commandeers the majority of your screen. After some buffering, the once black background fades into the image of a man sitting on a steel folding chair, his elbows resting on his thighs and his fingers intertwined in a contemplative fashion. He dons a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a brown belt, a pair of Timberland boots, a black t-shirt with the letters 'DEFWU' on it, and a black sweatshirt with a white Nike swoosh across the chest. The skin on his hands is slightly discolored, as if he'd been out in the cold for a bit, but the true coldness would be that of the look in his eyes.
"They say that actions speak louder than words."
The man, now clearly new Union Battleground signee KAI STEVENS would noticeably be on his own, without BRIAN CHURCH by his side or in his ear. Stevens' eyes are glued to the ground before him before he shakes his head. The camera inches closer, and Kai takes a deep inhalation through his nostrils, allowing himself to swallow, wet his lips, and address the world.
"But ever since I got started in this industry, I've heard a lot of talk and seen very little action."Kai's eyes flick up towards the camera before him."From the incompetent management unable to keep their word in SupremePRO Wrestling to men who spend days and days telling everyone what they're gonna' do to me, how they're gonna' shut me up unlike everyone before them failed to do... From the day I first stepped foot into a professional wrestling ring I've been met with a whole lot of talk and damn near no walk. And, unfortunately -- at least for him -- the man I'm to face come L!GHTS OUT? If a single fiber of his being is anything other than just talk? Then it's mommy issues and mommy issues alone."Kai smirks and glances down, as if remembering something he'd seen that was amusing. A moment passes before he continues."Don't get me wrong, I damn near loathe my own mother, but you, man? You take the cake."As his eyes rise back to the camera, he shakes his head."And it's from those very same issues that your end derives, Tommy."
Kai pauses here upon uttering the name of what he would call his 'victim' this week. His first ever in-ring contest would be against a staple of the Union Battleground brand in the six two, hundred and seventy five pound "Main Event" Tommy Crimson, and he seemed to have some thoughts on the matter, though his expression would suggest he's composing said thoughts currently. Clearing his throat, Kai would glare heatedly into the camera and begin to verbally skewer his foe.
"I'm getting ahead of myself a bit... Why don't we take this to where it began? Or, in Tommy's case, if you're morbid enough... Where it ended. Y'see, Tommy's been doin' this whole wrestling thing since I was a kid -- since '01, in fact, and y'know what? I can honestly tell you that until I signed with this company I'd NEVER heard his name -- even in passing. He wants to call himself main event Tommy and boast his undefeated record as if it were remotely impressive? Fine. But when it comes right down to it, Tommy? What are you? What are you really? You're no man of your word, as I'll prove in the ring, which means you cannot be a man of honor... You're no man of action, which means your words, for all their volume, are useless... I'm beginning to question if you're even a man at all, if I'm being honest with you. So if you consider the fact that no man, let alone a monster among them, has beaten me in over a calendar year, and if you consider that no man has EVER been able to get on my level, then you have even less of a chance of making it out of the squared circle alive than the rest of 'em did."
The Envoy of the End almost grimaces recalling the macabre measures he'd gone to in order to make a statement and an example out of the men he'd combatted in the ring in his career. Swallowing, he would wet his lips and gently wag his right index finger at the camera, the rest of his right hand clenched into a fist. He inhales quickly through his nose before allowing words to escape from his lips.
"So if you're not a man, Tommy, what does that make you? It makes you a coward... It makes you a nobody, no matter how many times you call yourself a main eventer... And above all else? It makes you a victim. I know your delusions of grandeur make you believe in your heart of hearts that... That you're a success story and that you have a modicum of a chance of leaving this country in one piece, but I gotta'... I'll be honest with ya', there, chief... No amount of wins on your record or trophies on your mantle piece -- since we ALL know your mother wouldn't keep a trophy of yours anywhere near her -- will EVER make you more than you are... And not a single one of your triumphs in this business mean JACK SHIT until they're triumphs over legitimate competition... And unless you've beaten Kai Stevens? Which you never have and never will? Then you've NEVER had a triumph worth a damn thing."
With his head shaking in contemptuous malice, the Long Island Strangler would allow an arrogant and rather ominous snicker enter the air. Wetting his lips, he continues, his hands rubbing together for warmth.
"You're the type of guy who thinks his shit don't stink, Tommy, and -- among an immeasurable number of other reasons -- that is a major part of why I despise you. But don't take that resent as anything other than what it is. You're nothing to me, Crimson. Y'wanna' act all big dick swingin', like you're better than everyone around you, like you're the best in the world, and y'know what? I'm tired of it. Y'see, you're nothing special. You being my first opponent, my first victim in this company? That doesn't make you special. Normally, guys like you can at least find solace in the fact that they were stepping stones, but you? You're not even a stepping stone... You're not even the first snowflake of an avalanche... You're not even the calm before the storm. You know what you are, though, bud? You're the first drop of the blood that will CASCADE DOWN from the skulls too thick to heed my warning... Because that is EXACTLY what this is, Tommy. I'm gonna' do to you what your last syringe should have and I'm gonna' KILL YOU. I'm gonna' shove my fist straight through your veins and I'm gonna' rip your insides out and force feed them to you... Maybe that'll be easier to swallow than the knowledge that your father should have killed you instead of your mother."
Kai, unwilling to pull any punches, would snicker forebodingly, an imperious tinge nonetheless. Like A Man Possessed, Stevens would lean forward, glaring more pointedly into the camera. A malicious and disdainful fire burns in his hazel eyes, a fact which one could know even from watching this segment over the internet. He swallows and takes a deep breath before moistening his lips with his tongue and continuing his resentful rhetoric.
"At this point, Tommy, I think it's pretty clear that my words illustrate the art I'll be painting into the canvas with your blood... And I'm sure you have or will say the same exact kinda' shit to me... But where we differ on things, there, guy? Is that I'm actually gonna' do it. Were my word not my bond, I could understand taking what I say with a grain of salt... But from the second I could form sentences and speak my thoughts into existence, I have backed up every single word I've said, every warning I've given, with action. They say that actions speak louder than words... But my kicking your teeth and all of your BULLSHIT words down your throat is even louder than that. And the sound of your head being RIPPED from your shoulders, your bones snapping, your tendons ripping, and your hope desperately trying to survive are even sweeter... Like music to my ears... And when you're lyin' there in the middle of the ring come L!GHTS OUT, looking up through blood-stained eyes at the bright lights consuming you from above, you'll know... You'll know that my actions have spoken louder than anything you could be capable of... And above all else, Tommy? You'll know that... That for your way of life... For your undefeated streak... For your hope... And for your career in this company taking win after win from people who are even bigger nobodies than you are... The end is nigh."
With this, Kai's upper lip curls and twitches in a way most similar to that of the Xenomorph from the Alien franchise. The resent drips from his pores in a heavy dosage, but the arrogant subtext would allow his demeanor to be most aptly characterized as potent. He grins cockily and rises to his feet, strutting out of the frame with his final words hanging in the air like Stevens himself does during any of his aerial maneuvers. It is with this that our scene fades to black...
