Post by Jebediah Crowley on Jun 21, 2021 16:52:25 GMT -5
The room was dark. There was a throne of sorts in the centre of it. The throne seems to be made of title belts all fused together with heat forming the chair itself. Various parts of human bodies hang on meat hooks around her; some have bite marks in them. Streaks of blood and faeces smeared the walls. The stench of rotting meat hung heavily in the air. Blood was splattered and smeared over every surface. Carcasses of animals littered the floor, their entrails heaped together.
The throne seemed to be made of wrestling title belts all fused together which heated formed the chair itself. Sitting atop the throne is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. He had upon his face a mask that seemed to be made out of human skin. In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
The monster that sat atop of this throne was none other than the man of a 1000 moniker’s Alexander Koresh. He had recently retired from pro-wrestling after an illustrious career and had just brought his family into Outlaw Pro Wrestling to help his onetime ally Apathy. It looked like some weird rendition of a Hollywood horror movie but with the twist of Sadism that always came when it came to someone like the Innovator of Darkness, Alexander Koresh, better known by the moniker Nocturnal.
He reached up removed the mask that he wore from time to time and revealed his tattooed and scarred face looked directly ahead, his eyes drilled into deep into the very souls of those watching. Evil seemed to radiate from him in tangible waves. The voice that can be heard seemed to come from him but his lips did not move as he just looked forward, not even blinking.
Stood on either side of this throne were three monsters of men. The first was the masked cousin of Nocturnal, Junior Koresh who suffered from gigantism and was severely scarred and deformed which the mask covered. The second was the former conjoined twin Cain Koresh who stood menacingly and stared straight ahead. The third was none other than the King of Monsters himself Caleb Koresh. At Nocturnal’s feet was his sister Emily and his adopted daughter Summer. Summer was ignorant to all that was going on around her and was pulling the limbs off of all of her dolls.
“Some are speculating that this is to be the last show that we are to be recording,” Nocturnal said as he looked forward. “Some have said that with the issues with the Network that broadcasts the show and the recently imprisoned Johnny Stylez that the company is going to the dogs. I have been in many companies that you could sense when a place is about to burn, you can usually smell it in the air but this is something different this time. It doesn’t quite feel the same especially as this family of mine is usually on the front line trying to burn the company down whilst looking at the owners in the face.”
Caleb flexed his scaled shoulders as he looked forward.
“Times have changed with this family when it came to Caleb losing the tag championship belts,” he continued. “In the old day we would have made the new champions lives a living freaking hell but we’ve decided to move on to bigger and better things. We’ve left Jayson, Caleb’s failure of a tag partner and stablemate to the whims of Apathy as it’s all down to her to do the right thing otherwise she knows that there are members of this family that want to skin him whilst he is still alive and then tar and feather him just like we’ve done in the old days.”
He looked down at Summer who had just pulled off an arm off of one of her dolls and threw it at Cain.
“No, it’s time for Caleb to have a really rhythm to him now,” Nocturnal said. “He has to have a target to set his yellow eyes upon. He could just turn his eyes onto Stephen Stratford and do everything in his power to rip that OPW Immortal Championship from his cold, dead fingers but as Apathy’s in the lead position within the Cure that’s her thing. I know if I was in control of the Cure I would be going for it but that’s her prerogative and I respect her for that. No, my cousin and I have seen where the real prize is. That prize is I hear you begging me to drop you that bit of information; that scrap that you want to know so much but I will leave that to a later date and let Caleb’s actions within the squared circle do his talking for him.”
Cain bent down and picked up the dolls leg and turned it over in his one hand before he threw it away.
“Well it seems that Devin Stone didn’t get the memo that the Cure was the future of this industry,” Nocturnal stated. “He thought that he was still relevant in the wrestling industry when to be honest when I made my debut over a decade ago he wias this crazy old guy who dressed up like a cross between a biker and a fetish priest. What happened to him last show is nothing that is going to happen to him this week as the geriatric should be in a retirement home. He was old when Johnny Stylez debuted his crazy sword wielding stoner gimmick in our old company and that’s saying something. ”
Caleb nodded at what his cousin had said.
“The King of Monsters was the one that answered the call for the Cure last show by proving that that part timer needed to go back to working behind the merchandise stall,” he said. “He did lose and easily I will say as when the living Kaiju had his arm raised high for the win it proved to the world he had moved on from his loss mere weeks ago. This week he faces off against Le’Andry Fury. Now this is going to be an interesting fight; no, it won’t be a match but it’ll be a fight. This Valkyrie from Norway thinks that she will defeat my cousin, the Jotunn. Does that surprise you Le’Andry? Are you surprised that we know these things Le’Andry? It’s a little known fact about our family; we originated from Norway all those years ago so none of your little Viking tricks can get under our skin.”
Nocturnal smirked as he knew what he was talking about.
“My family, of Norwegian descent, arrived in America in the early 1800s,” he continued. “While most immigrants who weren’t English or Welsh were relegated to gutter jobs, my ancestors were fortunate enough to bring much of their family wealth with them. They brought the property that were still currently inhabit in Abilene, Texas. They built the properties that are on it and raised a freaking dynasty.”
He caressed the arm of the throne he was sat upon.
“Some say that by escaping this weird, little masquerade that the family are no longer relevant when it comes to the rest of the wrestling fraternity,” he said. “Some state that when the King of Monsters was picked by the family to be a member of the Cure because I had lost my way. Popularity has never been Nocturnal’s thing he has never ever really cared if people cheered for him or booed him out of the arena as long as he got some kind of reaction. Ask Joey Falcone, ask Jesse Styles, ask Rob Riot hell ask Johnny Stylez, they will all tell you what it is like to have the Sadistic Bastard as their enemy. They have all tried to kill my career but they all failed.”
His venomous eyes drilled into the watchers.
“This Le’Andry should know from all our past accolades what the Koresh Family is all about,” Nocturnal said. “A multi-time World Champion including being a two-time Riot Star Wrestling one just for myself. But that was all in Nocturnal’s past and now it’s all about what Caleb can do for the family. He has his eyes set on Le’Andry Fury this week. I have known what it was like to be on the side of Apathy and also being her enemy so making her happy is what it is about at the moment. At her worst she should have put you six feet under and I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.”
A slight smirk crossed his lips.
“Le’Andry was thought to be some kind of enigma,” he continued. “She is different from the others that are here in OPW. She is a bit like the Scarlet Pimpernel. She has done nothing for the wrestling fraternity since coming to the company other than coasting along whilst I have done my best to elevate not only the company that I worked for but for the Cure. What have you done Le’Andry? Sit at home and milk the system for all it is worth right? Coasting along whilst you could do so much better!”
Nocturnal shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly that if you weren’t looking closely you would have missed it.
"Some may say that patience is a virtue,” he said. “But in my estimation, it's an art lost on people like you Le’Andry. People want everything now, now, now and they want more, and more, and more of it. They want the latest this, the latest that but I am not like that. They don't realize that beyond the precious walls of their little hovels that there is another world and it's full of animals just like the man that sits on this throne: this is my world. And Le’Andry, in my world, when one of my people is sick or hurt I don't let them fumble around in agony. I put them down. I can see the sickness in your eyes Le’Andry; I see the pain in them."
He lifted a hand and caressed the scar on his left cheek.
"Caleb is going to take that easy life of yours away Le’Andry, please believe me as when Nocturnal makes a promise, he always keeps it,” he said. “So once he destroys you and continues to be a proper wrestler in this promotion that you should be he is going to be proving to the world why he lives the moniker King of Monsters."
The floor looked like it was now awash with blood.
“People said that Caleb was delusional and had always choked in big matches because he didn’t live up to my legacy,” he said. “He isn’t me and doesn’t need to live up to my legacy. Everyone carries their own demons. We’re not talking about scaly, pitchfork tailed and goat feet demons; Demons of things that they have done in the past and things that they should have done; Sins so powerful or hurtful that way a person down so much that they cannot carry on without breaking others in their wake. My demons were established a long time ago when my sister came into this world. My sister wasn’t born without trouble. She had nearly killed our mother in child birth and that had driven our father to drink or so we thought. Our father had always been a man that you didn’t want to get in the way of; especially when he had been drinking. On the fateful day when our father had overstepped the mark and had started to beat down on our mother that had been the catalyst for what would become known as the Koresh clan. We had been a normal family that lived in a farmstead out on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas till then. But then the shit hit the proverbial fan. Now the family had grown to accommodate all of it. Well that’s how I remember it but we were always a bit strange.”
He turned and looked at Caleb.
“Le’Andry had probably grown up as a normal young woman in that place she called home, as a girl the only decision she had to do was probably to have to choose between supporting which team to support in soccer or whatever sport she had over there which seemed like an idyllic childhood when you compare it to our families years of violence and brutality,” he said. “Where one had used the travesty that had affected her internally concentrating on her wrestling career to become the best that she could be with her limited background and the other namely Caleb just used it to bring violence to all that stood in his path. When Le’Andry had been circling us before when we debuted in this company we saw that she had talent but talent is not enough. How quaint that she’s coasted along on what she has inside her. Anyway how’d she get a singles match go with Caleb? Oh wait, after the utter freakin’ destruction that Caleb did to his opponent last week it looks like that the management will be throwing their best talent at him for what could be their last outing.”
Caleb muttered to himself.
“You bring your people to the match and Caleb’s will be there too,” Nocturnal said. “My freaks will surround that ring Le’Andry, their shrill mocking laughter like vicious birds tearing into your soul from all sides my friend. Terrible unnatural faces which are distorted by the cruelty people like you have put on them will be there to keep you in check. So this was how it was going to happen. One moment on top of the world and next moment they had tried to steal Caleb’s thunder. Last show turned out to be in Caleb’s favour but it came with a tainted feel to it. The show should have ended with him standing triumphant within the confines of the squared circle with his arm held high holding the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Tag Championship belts aloft triumphantly smiling like some kind of intoxicated super hero. But no……..No, they’d given that shot to someone else. This plan isn’t working is it?”
Summer turned and looked at Nocturnal and smiled.
“Planned?” he asked. “That comes across in my mind that he was always destined to win that belt for the second time and put the company on his shoulders against those peons trying to take the company down with them but he has moved on. Plus do people think that we will rush to Johnny Stylez’s companies defence? Oh that would be quite quaint. Has anyone ever done that for him? Do you think that Nocturnal would stand up for a figure of authority in the wrestling promotion especially that fucker? Did I stand up for Joey Falcone or Robert Riot when I held their World Championship strap? Hell, not even AJ Johnson would have trusted me with his company even though I’ve still got the DWF World Championship title.”
Emily turned to the smiling Summer and pulled out her tongue.
“So plans need to be made, mischief needs to be brought,” he muttered. “I think it’s time to open the rolodex and bring in those that I trust. And they will bring a fitting end to those that stand in our path. Some say that human nature is their just to fear what you do not understand. Menace in its presence and mystify it to the masses. Caleb is face of fear within the ranks of Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Some have said that he brings an uneasy chill to the air. Over the years the families actions have fractured the psyche of all those that stand toe to toe with us. That is like this Miss Fury that Caleb has been saddled with to give them their time in the spotlight. Le’Andry you have become spellbound by the words of other to form a sycophantic field of muscle around her cowardly self.”
He flexed the muscles in his shoulders as he hadn’t moved in a while.
“I, myself have spread chilling words through some kind of cryptic prose as a way of confusing those that stood in my path and you will be not let off of that path you have chosen,” he said. “People had tried to saddle me with their fake faith over the years. Yes, that is what it is. I have had everyone from the Holy Roller to Father Rodrigo Ramon Rojas to Father Nathan trying to peddle me their pathetic excuse of a religion on me which is why we do our own dark thing. Why do people buy into this bull shit? It is all about a group of old child molesters living in their Churches in the Vatican trying to hang onto the power that they have garnered over the centuries in an attempt to keep their money. Money is what it is all about, not faith. And that is why the owners of this company won’t let Caleb get his hands on what he wants until it will make the company loads of money.”
Caleb started to move but a look from Nocturnal made his stand still once again.
“Money seems to be in numbers these days,” he said. “Gangs have been springing up all over the place since the company has been back but none of them have amounted to anything as they live in the shadow of what came before. They will never be as controversial as the Syndicate, as creepy as Focus, as deranged as the Cure or even as beautiful as La Dolce Vita from the old company but those were different times. Anyway the thoughts in my head digress don’t they? Probably too many chair shots to the noggin is my prognosis but what would I know as I ain’t a freakin’ doctor am I? What’s going through that head of yours Le’Andry? How does it feel to be just the one that is close to the greatness of others?”
Nocturnal ran a finger through his beard.
“Didn’t you know Le’Andry that society has become this vile and putrid thing that we’re all a part of,” he continued. “You do as you are told, so says your mother, then your boss and then your partner. You see what they want you to see and you feel whatever it is they want you to feel but as you are aware Miss Fury, I am different. Where you see a freakin’ blank canvas, I see such a beautiful painting. And where you hear silence, I hear some sort of symphony. I am the Icon of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, and the World Eater, Nocturnal. And you, you may call me by whatever name you see fit but know this it will not matter when you are staring up at the ceiling after Caleb pins you. Don’t let the fans porcelain smiles fool you; they will betray you before moving onto whatever is the next talent in the squared circle. Right now, Caleb just wants it to come out and play. How about it? I know you're back there. I like that you think stand a chance against all this, oh I like that. You don't even realize it but me and you having been heading this way since the last incarnation of Outlaw Pro Wrestling. My question to you: How can you be 100-percent sure that it won't be you? You want to see fun, Miss Fury? You want me to have a good time? Nocturnal can do funny too. This is my world and it belongs to me.”
He closed his eyes as the light was extinguished.
The throne seemed to be made of wrestling title belts all fused together which heated formed the chair itself. Sitting atop the throne is a monster criss-crossed from head to toe with the scars of a thousand battles. He had upon his face a mask that seemed to be made out of human skin. In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.
The monster that sat atop of this throne was none other than the man of a 1000 moniker’s Alexander Koresh. He had recently retired from pro-wrestling after an illustrious career and had just brought his family into Outlaw Pro Wrestling to help his onetime ally Apathy. It looked like some weird rendition of a Hollywood horror movie but with the twist of Sadism that always came when it came to someone like the Innovator of Darkness, Alexander Koresh, better known by the moniker Nocturnal.
He reached up removed the mask that he wore from time to time and revealed his tattooed and scarred face looked directly ahead, his eyes drilled into deep into the very souls of those watching. Evil seemed to radiate from him in tangible waves. The voice that can be heard seemed to come from him but his lips did not move as he just looked forward, not even blinking.
Stood on either side of this throne were three monsters of men. The first was the masked cousin of Nocturnal, Junior Koresh who suffered from gigantism and was severely scarred and deformed which the mask covered. The second was the former conjoined twin Cain Koresh who stood menacingly and stared straight ahead. The third was none other than the King of Monsters himself Caleb Koresh. At Nocturnal’s feet was his sister Emily and his adopted daughter Summer. Summer was ignorant to all that was going on around her and was pulling the limbs off of all of her dolls.
“Some are speculating that this is to be the last show that we are to be recording,” Nocturnal said as he looked forward. “Some have said that with the issues with the Network that broadcasts the show and the recently imprisoned Johnny Stylez that the company is going to the dogs. I have been in many companies that you could sense when a place is about to burn, you can usually smell it in the air but this is something different this time. It doesn’t quite feel the same especially as this family of mine is usually on the front line trying to burn the company down whilst looking at the owners in the face.”
Caleb flexed his scaled shoulders as he looked forward.
“Times have changed with this family when it came to Caleb losing the tag championship belts,” he continued. “In the old day we would have made the new champions lives a living freaking hell but we’ve decided to move on to bigger and better things. We’ve left Jayson, Caleb’s failure of a tag partner and stablemate to the whims of Apathy as it’s all down to her to do the right thing otherwise she knows that there are members of this family that want to skin him whilst he is still alive and then tar and feather him just like we’ve done in the old days.”
He looked down at Summer who had just pulled off an arm off of one of her dolls and threw it at Cain.
“No, it’s time for Caleb to have a really rhythm to him now,” Nocturnal said. “He has to have a target to set his yellow eyes upon. He could just turn his eyes onto Stephen Stratford and do everything in his power to rip that OPW Immortal Championship from his cold, dead fingers but as Apathy’s in the lead position within the Cure that’s her thing. I know if I was in control of the Cure I would be going for it but that’s her prerogative and I respect her for that. No, my cousin and I have seen where the real prize is. That prize is I hear you begging me to drop you that bit of information; that scrap that you want to know so much but I will leave that to a later date and let Caleb’s actions within the squared circle do his talking for him.”
Cain bent down and picked up the dolls leg and turned it over in his one hand before he threw it away.
“Well it seems that Devin Stone didn’t get the memo that the Cure was the future of this industry,” Nocturnal stated. “He thought that he was still relevant in the wrestling industry when to be honest when I made my debut over a decade ago he wias this crazy old guy who dressed up like a cross between a biker and a fetish priest. What happened to him last show is nothing that is going to happen to him this week as the geriatric should be in a retirement home. He was old when Johnny Stylez debuted his crazy sword wielding stoner gimmick in our old company and that’s saying something. ”
Caleb nodded at what his cousin had said.
“The King of Monsters was the one that answered the call for the Cure last show by proving that that part timer needed to go back to working behind the merchandise stall,” he said. “He did lose and easily I will say as when the living Kaiju had his arm raised high for the win it proved to the world he had moved on from his loss mere weeks ago. This week he faces off against Le’Andry Fury. Now this is going to be an interesting fight; no, it won’t be a match but it’ll be a fight. This Valkyrie from Norway thinks that she will defeat my cousin, the Jotunn. Does that surprise you Le’Andry? Are you surprised that we know these things Le’Andry? It’s a little known fact about our family; we originated from Norway all those years ago so none of your little Viking tricks can get under our skin.”
Nocturnal smirked as he knew what he was talking about.
“My family, of Norwegian descent, arrived in America in the early 1800s,” he continued. “While most immigrants who weren’t English or Welsh were relegated to gutter jobs, my ancestors were fortunate enough to bring much of their family wealth with them. They brought the property that were still currently inhabit in Abilene, Texas. They built the properties that are on it and raised a freaking dynasty.”
He caressed the arm of the throne he was sat upon.
“Some say that by escaping this weird, little masquerade that the family are no longer relevant when it comes to the rest of the wrestling fraternity,” he said. “Some state that when the King of Monsters was picked by the family to be a member of the Cure because I had lost my way. Popularity has never been Nocturnal’s thing he has never ever really cared if people cheered for him or booed him out of the arena as long as he got some kind of reaction. Ask Joey Falcone, ask Jesse Styles, ask Rob Riot hell ask Johnny Stylez, they will all tell you what it is like to have the Sadistic Bastard as their enemy. They have all tried to kill my career but they all failed.”
His venomous eyes drilled into the watchers.
“This Le’Andry should know from all our past accolades what the Koresh Family is all about,” Nocturnal said. “A multi-time World Champion including being a two-time Riot Star Wrestling one just for myself. But that was all in Nocturnal’s past and now it’s all about what Caleb can do for the family. He has his eyes set on Le’Andry Fury this week. I have known what it was like to be on the side of Apathy and also being her enemy so making her happy is what it is about at the moment. At her worst she should have put you six feet under and I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.”
A slight smirk crossed his lips.
“Le’Andry was thought to be some kind of enigma,” he continued. “She is different from the others that are here in OPW. She is a bit like the Scarlet Pimpernel. She has done nothing for the wrestling fraternity since coming to the company other than coasting along whilst I have done my best to elevate not only the company that I worked for but for the Cure. What have you done Le’Andry? Sit at home and milk the system for all it is worth right? Coasting along whilst you could do so much better!”
Nocturnal shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly that if you weren’t looking closely you would have missed it.
"Some may say that patience is a virtue,” he said. “But in my estimation, it's an art lost on people like you Le’Andry. People want everything now, now, now and they want more, and more, and more of it. They want the latest this, the latest that but I am not like that. They don't realize that beyond the precious walls of their little hovels that there is another world and it's full of animals just like the man that sits on this throne: this is my world. And Le’Andry, in my world, when one of my people is sick or hurt I don't let them fumble around in agony. I put them down. I can see the sickness in your eyes Le’Andry; I see the pain in them."
He lifted a hand and caressed the scar on his left cheek.
"Caleb is going to take that easy life of yours away Le’Andry, please believe me as when Nocturnal makes a promise, he always keeps it,” he said. “So once he destroys you and continues to be a proper wrestler in this promotion that you should be he is going to be proving to the world why he lives the moniker King of Monsters."
The floor looked like it was now awash with blood.
“People said that Caleb was delusional and had always choked in big matches because he didn’t live up to my legacy,” he said. “He isn’t me and doesn’t need to live up to my legacy. Everyone carries their own demons. We’re not talking about scaly, pitchfork tailed and goat feet demons; Demons of things that they have done in the past and things that they should have done; Sins so powerful or hurtful that way a person down so much that they cannot carry on without breaking others in their wake. My demons were established a long time ago when my sister came into this world. My sister wasn’t born without trouble. She had nearly killed our mother in child birth and that had driven our father to drink or so we thought. Our father had always been a man that you didn’t want to get in the way of; especially when he had been drinking. On the fateful day when our father had overstepped the mark and had started to beat down on our mother that had been the catalyst for what would become known as the Koresh clan. We had been a normal family that lived in a farmstead out on the outskirts of Abilene, Texas till then. But then the shit hit the proverbial fan. Now the family had grown to accommodate all of it. Well that’s how I remember it but we were always a bit strange.”
He turned and looked at Caleb.
“Le’Andry had probably grown up as a normal young woman in that place she called home, as a girl the only decision she had to do was probably to have to choose between supporting which team to support in soccer or whatever sport she had over there which seemed like an idyllic childhood when you compare it to our families years of violence and brutality,” he said. “Where one had used the travesty that had affected her internally concentrating on her wrestling career to become the best that she could be with her limited background and the other namely Caleb just used it to bring violence to all that stood in his path. When Le’Andry had been circling us before when we debuted in this company we saw that she had talent but talent is not enough. How quaint that she’s coasted along on what she has inside her. Anyway how’d she get a singles match go with Caleb? Oh wait, after the utter freakin’ destruction that Caleb did to his opponent last week it looks like that the management will be throwing their best talent at him for what could be their last outing.”
Caleb muttered to himself.
“You bring your people to the match and Caleb’s will be there too,” Nocturnal said. “My freaks will surround that ring Le’Andry, their shrill mocking laughter like vicious birds tearing into your soul from all sides my friend. Terrible unnatural faces which are distorted by the cruelty people like you have put on them will be there to keep you in check. So this was how it was going to happen. One moment on top of the world and next moment they had tried to steal Caleb’s thunder. Last show turned out to be in Caleb’s favour but it came with a tainted feel to it. The show should have ended with him standing triumphant within the confines of the squared circle with his arm held high holding the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Tag Championship belts aloft triumphantly smiling like some kind of intoxicated super hero. But no……..No, they’d given that shot to someone else. This plan isn’t working is it?”
Summer turned and looked at Nocturnal and smiled.
“Planned?” he asked. “That comes across in my mind that he was always destined to win that belt for the second time and put the company on his shoulders against those peons trying to take the company down with them but he has moved on. Plus do people think that we will rush to Johnny Stylez’s companies defence? Oh that would be quite quaint. Has anyone ever done that for him? Do you think that Nocturnal would stand up for a figure of authority in the wrestling promotion especially that fucker? Did I stand up for Joey Falcone or Robert Riot when I held their World Championship strap? Hell, not even AJ Johnson would have trusted me with his company even though I’ve still got the DWF World Championship title.”
Emily turned to the smiling Summer and pulled out her tongue.
“So plans need to be made, mischief needs to be brought,” he muttered. “I think it’s time to open the rolodex and bring in those that I trust. And they will bring a fitting end to those that stand in our path. Some say that human nature is their just to fear what you do not understand. Menace in its presence and mystify it to the masses. Caleb is face of fear within the ranks of Outlaw Pro Wrestling. Some have said that he brings an uneasy chill to the air. Over the years the families actions have fractured the psyche of all those that stand toe to toe with us. That is like this Miss Fury that Caleb has been saddled with to give them their time in the spotlight. Le’Andry you have become spellbound by the words of other to form a sycophantic field of muscle around her cowardly self.”
He flexed the muscles in his shoulders as he hadn’t moved in a while.
“I, myself have spread chilling words through some kind of cryptic prose as a way of confusing those that stood in my path and you will be not let off of that path you have chosen,” he said. “People had tried to saddle me with their fake faith over the years. Yes, that is what it is. I have had everyone from the Holy Roller to Father Rodrigo Ramon Rojas to Father Nathan trying to peddle me their pathetic excuse of a religion on me which is why we do our own dark thing. Why do people buy into this bull shit? It is all about a group of old child molesters living in their Churches in the Vatican trying to hang onto the power that they have garnered over the centuries in an attempt to keep their money. Money is what it is all about, not faith. And that is why the owners of this company won’t let Caleb get his hands on what he wants until it will make the company loads of money.”
Caleb started to move but a look from Nocturnal made his stand still once again.
“Money seems to be in numbers these days,” he said. “Gangs have been springing up all over the place since the company has been back but none of them have amounted to anything as they live in the shadow of what came before. They will never be as controversial as the Syndicate, as creepy as Focus, as deranged as the Cure or even as beautiful as La Dolce Vita from the old company but those were different times. Anyway the thoughts in my head digress don’t they? Probably too many chair shots to the noggin is my prognosis but what would I know as I ain’t a freakin’ doctor am I? What’s going through that head of yours Le’Andry? How does it feel to be just the one that is close to the greatness of others?”
Nocturnal ran a finger through his beard.
“Didn’t you know Le’Andry that society has become this vile and putrid thing that we’re all a part of,” he continued. “You do as you are told, so says your mother, then your boss and then your partner. You see what they want you to see and you feel whatever it is they want you to feel but as you are aware Miss Fury, I am different. Where you see a freakin’ blank canvas, I see such a beautiful painting. And where you hear silence, I hear some sort of symphony. I am the Icon of Darkness, the Sadistic Bastard, and the World Eater, Nocturnal. And you, you may call me by whatever name you see fit but know this it will not matter when you are staring up at the ceiling after Caleb pins you. Don’t let the fans porcelain smiles fool you; they will betray you before moving onto whatever is the next talent in the squared circle. Right now, Caleb just wants it to come out and play. How about it? I know you're back there. I like that you think stand a chance against all this, oh I like that. You don't even realize it but me and you having been heading this way since the last incarnation of Outlaw Pro Wrestling. My question to you: How can you be 100-percent sure that it won't be you? You want to see fun, Miss Fury? You want me to have a good time? Nocturnal can do funny too. This is my world and it belongs to me.”
He closed his eyes as the light was extinguished.