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| The Corporation | Mar 6 2010, 07:30 PM Post #1 |
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“My significant other right now is myself, which is what happens when you suffer from multiple personality disorder and self-obsession.” - Joaquin Phoenix - Last XWF Monday Night, The Arena; 2010 DJ’s eyes were squeezed tight as he clutched the crow bar with his two hands, the knuckles going white as he constantly readjusted his grip. His wild hair was slick with sweat and he looked extremely nervous about his situation. As the camera panned back we can see that DJ appears to be hiding behind a few of the staging equipment boxes in a secluded hall way. He muttered the Lord’s Pray to himself in the quietly, securing the favor of at least one deity for the moment so that he might have the strength to do what he had to. So that they could do the world justice and show his.. Target just how dangerous a man he could be. The distant sound of a door closing caused DJ’s eyes to snap opened as he hunched down for a moment, his wild eyes looking to either direction. The sound of foot steps coming down the hall echoed as DJ seemed to tense more as they came closer and closer.. He whispered words as the shadow of the figure walking down the hall got closer to passing the boxes he was hiding at. The black crowbar he was holding slowly moved to the side as he prepared to swing it at the shadowy figure who was quickly approaching DJ. As soon as DJ saw a foot coming past the boxes he took a the moment to act. The crow bar was at the figure’s mid section catching soft tissue. The target let out a quick gasp of air and surprise as DJ screamed the final refrain of the Lord’s Prayer. Surprised for a moment by his own success, he did not relent. The crowbar came up and down again across the figure’s back with a sickening thud. The figure’s body collapsed to the ground as DJ took a look at the crowbar he was holding as if in some amount of disbelief. “..we did it..? We did it!” he said as he kissed the crowbar before tossing it away, now done with it. He sent a left foot into the side of the fallen opponent to roll him over onto his back so they could see each other, eye to eye. “..Hello Boy-O!” Asesino’s face was revealed to the camera as his eyes fluttered in a state of both shock and barely maintained consciousness after the swift but painful attack by DJ. DJ, not waiting to waste a moment, grabbed a steel chair from a rack of them near by, opening it up as he set the back legs down against Asesino’s neck as to pin him down. DJ cockily took a seat over him, leaning on the back of the chair as to put increased pressure on Asesino’s throat. “How are we feeling today? Like a million bucks? We hope so..” DJ said with a little smirk on his face as The Future of Wrestling started to make himself more apparent now that it looked like the heavy lifted had been done. “Sorry to have to -steel- some of this time from you but we just thought we should have a little.. Chat about your chances against me and your little decision tonight.” Asesino choked out a half awares response which DJ didn’t seem to notice. DJ himself leaned back up to give Asesino a reprieve while DJ fished something out of his pocket. After a moment or too he pulled out his own wallet, holding it over Asesino’s head. “See this? This is our wallet. It’s got some cash.. Our XWF membership card. A few credit cards, our driver’s license.. Oh yeah, we have a driver’s license..” he said as he opened the wallet up to take a quick inventory over the currently still mostly out of it Asesino. “..yeah.. It’s a pretty good wallet. Say, did you know..” DJ leans back down on the chair once again cutting off Asesino’s air supply. DJ’s expression changes again to a face that looks like he is honestly happy to convey the following information to Asesino similar to how a kid looks when they tell you something when they are excited. “..did you know that the average funeral costs over 10,000 dollars anymore? And that’s just for a basic coffin, simple service and hopefully some kind of.. Lot on a grave yard somewhere. You know people keep dying but they stopped making Earth a long time ago. And we can tell you, they aren’t subleasing old graves, even in light of the current housing crisis. So.. You got to hope you can get a grave even. If not you have to look into cremation but you know with fuel costs so high and raw materials like Wood and Coal also being expensive, its not exactly a cheap route either.” As DJ spoke he waved his arms around in the air motioning to imaginary charts or sometimes pantomiming the words he was saying like fire or graves. All in all he looked lost in his own conversation then really aware of what he was doing. He was slipping, it was clear but either way Asesino was in no condition to capitalize on it. “No it’s an expensive business, dying! Filled with all kinds of unknown pit falls. Say, Asesino, have you made your plans, hmm?” DJ leaned over to look down at Asesino’s face arching his eyebrows up with a snarky expression on his face. “You probably should, Boy-O. It’s going to be important that you get that done.. Because we’re not thinking your chances of leaving the PPV feeling like a full person are high. Yeah.. We know, its sad to think about these sort of things but it’s just part of life.” DJ reached down with a hand, slapping the side of Asesino’s face as he grinned down at him, letting out a wicked chuckle. “Do you honestly believe that you're going into the PPV with the best chance to win? Are you really serious about that? Heh-heh. We hate to break it to you but uh..” DJ looked around as if he was about to tell Asesino the biggest secret he had heard recently, leaning down toward him as he tilted the chair putting even more pressure on Asesino’s neck. “..you’re not walking out of the PPV with the World Title.. The XWF Title.. Hell we doubt you’re even going to Walk Out!” He leaned back allowing Asesino to catch a gasp of air as his smile continued to grow on his face. DJ put his wallet back into his pocket as he shook his head slowly as he stared down at Asesino. After he was sure Asesino had gotten enough air he leaned back down on the chair to cut off his air supply again. “You know Asesino.. When Chezina was still here we got.. So close to his young wife and his little girl.” DJ said as he held up his hand holding his index finger and thumb about a inch apart from each other. “So close.. Mmm. We can still remember the way his wife smelled. Ah.. Innocence smells so refreshing.. We haven’t ever had a chance to really breath that kind of.. Beauty in before.. It was a very nice experience. So what about you? What innocent people does Asesino have in his life we wonder. Loved ones? Illegitimate children? Family Members? We’ll take whatever we can. We’ll show you just how fragile your world really is.” He reached into his pocket again pulling out a note bad and a pencil. Flipping the note pad open DJ shook his head to get some of his curly slick hair out of his face so he could see what he was writing with his blood shot eyes. “What about us you might say? Oh there isn’t much in our life you can take away. A man without anything to lose you could say. Family? Dead. Friends? If you know any left me know. Nope.. We got nothing. But you have to have something. You’re one of those Quote, Unquote Good Guys. You all have friends.. Jomary maybe?.. or..” He smirked again as he flipped a few pages through the small note pad until he turned it so that Asesino could see it. On the small page was a little picture of Melanie Benson with large black X’s over her eyes. “..we’re not a greedy man. If you don’t have anyone we’ll gladly go for the loved ones of your friends. Though we are curious..” Another reprieve for Asesino’s neck as DJ leaned back again, looking up at the light as he mused for a second over his next question. He lifted the pencil to his chin and tapped it idly before looking back down at Asesino. “..how does it feel knowing that.. Because you picked Xtreme Fusion all the.. Terrible little things we can do are going to fall on their heads? Hmm? Little Melanie Benson.. She’s your fault. You selected her. You’re the one who set her up. You could have been at the side of La Envidia Mata, the devil himself.. But instead you choose the path of the unenlightened. A heretic in the church of XWF. And like all Heretics..” DJ took the moment to slam forward again allowing the metal bar of the chair the come down across Asesino’s neck again. “..you’re going to burn. And just like a good, old fashion burning.. Sometimes the innocent burn. Purge the Unclean, as it were.” DJ writes something down on his note pad before he slipped it and the pencil back into his pocket. He stared down at Asesino for a moment longer as he ran his hands through his air briefly, flashing another smile down at him. “..well maybe you don’t care. Maybe you're like us. Course.. If that were the case you would know we’re not crazy. Not like all of them say. Not like DVD or Limp say. We’re not crazy. We’re enlightened because of this world.. This world we live on is not a fair or kind place. It’s a cruel world. Filled with Cruel People. People like us. People like La Envidia Mata. See you don’t get ahead in this world by being good. Or doing the right thing.” DJ begins waving his arms around again as if he were trying desperately to explain something to Asesino that required something more then just worlds. “..It’s like we always say. In an insane world the only sane choice is to be insane! You should have come to the dark side.. But now you’re going to pay. And we’re the ones who are going to show you. You’ll see.” DJ winked at Asesino before he stood up, grabbing the chair and tossing it violently against a near by wall. He stood very straight and slipped his hands into is pockets looking down at Asesino who gasped for air and held his throat. “We hope this has been an informative get together. Now if you’ll excuse us.. We’ve got to be leaving now..Oooooh” DJ turned on his heel and started to stick away. “Raindrops keep falling’ on my head, and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing’ seems to fit. Those raindrops are falling’ on my head, they keep falling.” As DJ made his way around the corner, leaving Asesino to slowly recover, he bobbed his head up and down to his own little song as his mind raced over what he had just done. His adrenaline was running and he could feel the Future of Wrestling preening from the back of his head, excited at the prospect of hurting someone new. Excited at invading someone else’s privacy and sense of security. So.. So much more painful. “Well that went better then we expected.. Imagine That..” |
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