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| The Corporation | Feb 13 2011, 08:48 AM Post #1 |
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It's just another day, the road to Showdown as the days settle in, already Chris Wrestling has spent his waiting days hating on Vintor Otis in his upcoming fight. But today is just another day, a day in the waiting, a day among many where the self acclaimed SVO ICON, Chris Wrestling gets more then a win out of this, but the shot at the SVO Las Vegas Championship. So far Chris Wrestling has spent his days lingering about Las Vegas following Destiny, he needed a break, he needed to see the light, and having troubles with Joey, having troubles with the public, Chris Wrestling took a break. We're back home up in the Freeland Mountain's, just outside of Grants Pass in Oregon, getting away in the so to say, somewhat open, but somewhat enclosed woods surrounding his cabin in the middle of nowhere. Its 8:30am and Chris Wrestling wakes up just like any other day, sliding out of bed, his feet bouncing off the cold wooden floor, treading like a penguin to the other side of the room to light a fire. Chris Wrestling sits and wraps a blanket around himself cushioning into a nice warm chair, watching the fire, crackling and blistering in front of him, the scorched red and orange wood lighting up, heating up his house, his cabin. As soon as the room is warm enough Chris Wrestling begins to get to work as he gets up, and just like any other day, he gets dressed, he has a wash, brushes his teeth, makes himself some breakfast, but to disappointment the room begins to get colder. Chris Wrestling checks as he notices the fire has doubted itself from the lack of wood, he checks for more but realizes he's ran out, the interruption of Russian mobsters just over a month ago are to blame for that. Chris Wrestling lets out a sigh as he knows he has to go cut some more, he heads over and grabs his jacket and an extra jacket for warmth as the outside air is just trying to warm up itself. Chris Wrestling heads over, puts on his work boots and grabs himself an axe out of the closet and opens his front door, but out of nowhere Chris Wrestling goes flying back crashing to the floor as if somebody had just punched him. He stares up in the doorway, eyes widened, mouth dropped, he can't believe what he's seeing, staring, he crawls backwards away from the sight and gets to his feet, cautious, weary, rubbing his eyes, but its there, she's there, Amanda is there. Chris Wrestling: What the fuck? How the fuck? You're dead! She stares back, she looks cold and kind of damp, as if she just crawled out the river and made her way right to Chris Wrestling's house, he can't get over the confusion of this, but with no answer he closes his eyes. Chris Wrestling: She's not real. Chris Wrestling reaches and closes the door, he opens his eyes, she's gone, but as he turns around, she appears inside his house, Chris Wrestling flips out and runs for the door, she's there, outside his door. Chris Wrestling checks behind him where he just saw her, which is now an empty space, he looks at her again and runs at her this time, but on attack Chris Wrestling hits nothing but thin air falling to the dirty, leafy, wood chipped floor. He turns and looks around, she's gone, he gets up and turns again, but there she is once more, Chris Wrestling can only freak out at this weird hallucination and runs heading for the woods. But as Chris Wrestling enters the wooded area behind a tree, she appears, Chris Wrestling falls, he gets back up and runs another way, again she appears, Chris Wrestling is ruffled up and too alarmed for this time of morning, panicking through the woods, but no matter which direction he runs, she appears. Chris Wrestling heads back to the cabin, cautious still, looking around with his hands out ready to protect himself, he reaches the cabin and he seems to be vacated from this hallucination pulling out his phone and dialing Joey's number. Chris Wrestling continues to look around looking for her as it rings, Joey takes his time answering but after a minute, he eventually does, also taking his time to respond to Chris Wrestling's panic. Chris Wrestling: Man, you have to get down here, now! Joey: ..........do you have any idea.. what time it is? Chris Wrestling: Fuck the time, get your ass down here now Joey, some weird shit is happening. Joey: ....It's not even 9am, what the hell you doing to me? Chris Wrestling waits still looking around as Joey can be heard getting out of bed. Joey: Okay, listen I have some stuff to do here in New York, I'll be at yours tomorrow I can't do any better then that, okay? Joey waits an answer, but he isn't getting one, Joey tries asking for Chris Wrestling through the silence, but gets nothing but silence as Chris Wrestling seems occupied, and somewhat occupied, he is. Chris Wrestling has himself another situation, he can see her again, walking towards him from the woods, still in the same clothes she was wearing that night, still looking the same as she did, that night. All this being the night Chris Wrestling threatened Limp to quit, or lose Amanda, and through Limp's constant mind battling persuasions, he eventually made his decision, Chris Wrestling dropped Amanda into the Chicago river leaving both Limp and Chris Wrestling duo, both to blame, killers. Chris Wrestling still has the phone next to his ear, staring at what anyone else would see as thin air, but to him, Amanda, heading closer, and closer, Joey's constant nagging for Chris Wrestling stops after hanging up, Chris Wrestling eventually just drops his phone to the floor, mind boggled, swept into an unexplainable world or situation as she now stands in front of him. Chris Wrestling: You're not real! Amanda: But I'm here, Chris, how else would you explain it? He grabs his head and closes his eyes. Chris Wrestling: You're a part of my imagination! You're not real. Amanda: Oh I'm real, I'm here, in front of you, I've come to visit you, Chris, this is no way to welcome a guest. Chris Wrestling opens his eyes, heavier breathing and dashes towards the house as he puts on his gloves, he heads inside and grabs his axe and comes rushing back out, sees Amanda standing in the same spot. Chris Wrestling makes a run at her raising the axe, he takes a swing but its as if he misses, even though it was heading right for her, a stumped Chris Wrestling looks at the axe embedded into the floor and looks around, Amanda now stands behind him. He yanks the axe out the floor and swings it right around, but somehow it misses her again, he doesn't give in, he swings again, and again, you could say it was something out of a Matrix movie with Amanda dodging all these shots, but to Chris Wrestling it's more acceptable than admitting she's an hallucination. Chris Wrestling begins tiring from all the frantic swinging and stops, he drops to his knees looking up at her, she steps forward and looks down at him, he's out of breath and can't believe it. Chris Wrestling: What do you want? Amanda: I don't want anything Chris. Chris Wrestling watches her bend down in front of him as they're now eye to eye. Chris Wrestling: Then what are you doing here? ...you're dead! ...you're dead! ...you're dead! Thinking to himself as he continues to repeat 'you're dead'. Amanda: I'm here Chris, that's all you need to know, just accept it, I'm now here with you, and I'm here to stay! Chris Wrestling reacts to what she says with an unhappy expression, he refuses to listen anymore as he jumps to his feet, he heads inside and comes back out with a beanie hat ignoring Amanda's appearance and walks around the cabin. Chris Wrestling walks into his wood chopping area at the back of the house where he has a load of wood waiting ready to be chopped, but Amanda appears again, Chris Wrestling can only shake his head and ignore her as he pulls up a piece of wood, slamming the axe into it. Chris Wrestling chops away, he grabs the next piece and chops away again, and again, and again, piece after piece, chop after chop it's as if Amanda seeks attention as she walks around him. But Chris Wrestling continues to shake his head and stay occupied, wood flying everywhere, not even keeping it in check or stacking it up, he stays busy, keeping his mind off her, but not for long.. Amanda: Chris.. Chris Wrestling refuses to look, and chops another piece of wood. Amanda: Hey Chris.. Again ignoring her he keeps his gloves tight, his hat covering his ears as much as possible, but its too much. Amanda: ..CHRIS! Appearing right next to his ear, he panics with the explosion of sound in his ear, something nobody else would hear and trips over the loose wood now lying everywhere. He leaps back to his feet annoyed, slamming his hat to the ground, and slamming the axe into the pillar log as hard as possible, letting out some held in aggression and anger. Chris Wrestling: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! Gasping heavily as he stares at this figure posing as Amanda. Amanda: I don't know, maybe answers? Chris Wrestling: Answers? Answers? You want answers huh, well I have no fucking answers, none that you would accept anyway, listen I do things a different way to do the right thing, Limp let you die, not me, so go.. go.. He's not sure what to say, hesitating. Chris Wrestling: So go haunt him. Amanda: I'm not haunting you Chris, you're haunting yourself, you refuse to let my presence go, you feel guilty into what Limp pushed you into, this is why I'm here, so you need to tell me why? Chris Wrestling: Tell you why? Chris Wrestling falls to the log pillar and sits down, as if exhausted already, as if he'd been through the Las Vegas number one contender match already. Chris Wrestling: I can't tell you why, I can't tell you anything you want to hear, you were just another victim, and it wasn't supposed to happen this way. Limp was supposed to take you back, and leave, but he let you die, I wasn't about to pull you back up and let you go your way and apologize after he walked away, I needed to show the world I was serious. I'm sorry Amanda, you won't accept what I have to say, but that's all I have to say, you were just another victim to the cause, I was doing the right thing, if you want answers, ask Limp why he let you die? Chris Wrestling bows his head, Amanda steps closer. Amanda: I already know why he let me die, he's a selfish arrogant, egotist, who's self involved and cares about nobody but himself. I don't need answers from him, I think all along, even though I feared for my own life and wanted him back, wanted him to save me, I knew all along he would be the end of me, that all my faith in him would fall. But in the end I fell, because of him, so I was right, my opinions of him, my knowing of him, my history with him was all existent with him being a failure as a man, and I died because of that. But what I want to know, Chris, is why did you let me die? I didn't have to fall, I didn't have to go missing, you know my body hasn't been found yet? All because of you, all because of him, so tell me.. She stares at him, he looks up and shakes his head, unable to give an answer. Chris Wrestling: I can't do what you want, I can't tell you what you want.. Chris Wrestling gets up and steps forward, Chris Wrestling now looking down at Amanda, her looking up at him. Chris Wrestling: This world comes with sacrifice, peoples sacrifices, and you were just another sacrifice, another victim, another seed to the righteousness of this world. I won't apologize to you, I refuse to apologize to you, you're not even here, you're not real, I won't admit I did the wrong thing and should pay for your demise, it needed to be done. Suddenly things take a turn, crows from out of nowhere, flocks and hounds surrounded the area coming from all directions in the sky, taking seat upon the branches of the trees surrounding the cabin in all directions. Chris Wrestling looks up and watches them all fly in, hundreds of them just looking down on Chris Wrestling, maybe Amanda too, as she watches them take flight to watch this cause, Chris Wrestling knows something is up. Amanda: They know, Chris, they know what you did and they know you should feel guilty, but because you refuse, they're disappointed in you. Chris Wrestling turns, now kind of angry and yanks his axe out of the log, he takes another look up at the crows cawing in the trees, watching still. Chris Wrestling: My birds are never disappointed in me, my birds watch over me, my birds are me, I am them, if they felt something, I would feel it too.. you see, they're here for me, because they feel what I feel, and because I've spent this morning in a panic, they're here to check I'm okay, to check everything is okay, now they might see you, they might not, but don't come here trying to put blame on me, put blame on my crows, or I'll fucking drown you again for another cause. Chris Wrestling walks forward persuading himself she isn't real and walks right through her, but not really as Chris Wrestling stops and sees she's disappeared, he shakes his head and grabs himself a bunch of branches and bushes. He walks himself around the house a nice big open area at the front, planting down the rubbish, he does so again, and again, and again, grabbing every bit of spare and loose branch and leaves from the back of his house he'd gathered and piles it all up. Chris Wrestling now relieved she's gone heads inside, still shaking his head over what just happened and grabs himself some paper, lighter fluid and a lighter and heads back outside. Only to Chris Wrestling's disappointment she's back, standing next to the piled up leaves and branches, Chris Wrestling gets annoyed now and throws his axe in her direction, it misses, not like it could hit her, and bounces and skims across the floor. Chris Wrestling runs over and takes a swing at her, he hits nothing, he keeps turning to keep her in view and swings, he misses, he swings again, and again nothing, out of frustration he stomps the floor and tries to ignore her, now doing everything in a rush. He yanks the paper about and shoves it in multiple places of the bushed up rubbish, until satisfied he begins pouring lighter fluid all over it frantically, and again until satisfied he backs off slightly, lighting it and watches as the whole lot engulfs into flames exploding high into the air. Chris Wrestling backs off some as the heat blows out unbearably, but Amanda still stands next to it, clearly not able to feel it, the heat waves make her blur, Chris Wrestling confused even still as he stares at her, but again tries to ignore her as he stares at the flames, which only influences rage. Amanda disappears from the side of his view, he refuses to look for her though as he continues staring, but he feels her presence aside him as she watches on too, side by side staring into the flames. It takes some time as the silence between the two just listens to the crackling blisters of the wood continue to burn, but we all know the silence won't last, Amanda continues. Amanda: I know you said you won't give me answers, but I will get them, later, tomorrow, a week from now, you'll find it somewhere inside yourself to give me a good enough answer that I'll go away. Still Chris Wrestling ignores her, she becomes interested. Amanda: It reminds you of him, doesn't it? When I was alive and you held me downstairs inside this.. not so much a palace of fortitude, is it? But anyway, I could hear you, even when you didn't talk to me and tell me things that were going on, I heard you talking to people on the phone, talking to guests, talking to yourself, I heard what was going on inside your head, Chris. I heard how much you despise him, I heard how much you wanted to break him, hurt him, and now burn him, maybe even end him, like you did me. Chris Wrestling: So what's it to you huh? You heard my hate, you heard my intentions for a man that deserves it, just like Limp, so what, you understand? You know me? You want answers for that too? Amanda: No, I don't hate you Chris, if that's what you think, I hate Limp, he was the one who let me die, all I want from you is why I was held in the situation to make me liable for Limp to kill me. But like I said, I will get my answers, in time, as for this dark tomb that waits in the distance, I don't understand, I don't know, I don't judge, but answers, yes, I'm curious. Is it the same, you told me I was the victim of the cause, of doing the right thing, just a sacrifice of this world, is he the same? Do you see him as another victim, another sacrifice, of doing the right thing, to the right cause? Chris Wrestling stares at the flames, wobbling in front of him, shifting side to side as the colors, the vision of all the heat continues to change, but he just stares, the conversation between the two takes some silence as Chris Wrestling thinks. Chris Wrestling: No, La Envidia Mata has done nothing to the point I can re-correct his soul, he's already sold his soul to the devil and is willing to work for him without retrieving his soul back. That man is beyond the darkness right now and I can't save him or help him or do him right, but I can punish him, I can show him how much hate this world has for him and punish him to the point he will realize there is a cost to doing the deeds of the devil. You were a cog in the wheel Amanda, and you were a major cog, one that could only work if you were there, this battle between me and La Envidia Mata, there is no cogs, there is no major necessities to make it work, there's me, and there's him. Amanda: And then what? Chris Wrestling: And then nothing, there is no happy endings, there is no endings at all, unless I set La Envidia Mata on fire and watch him burn to death, watch his body burn to his bones as he screams and cries in pain, then nothing. There is no happy or unhappy endings, he will return, I'll return, the story will go on and they'll be a second time, a third time, a fourth and fifth, as many times as it takes to get under one another's skin to prove who the better man really is. Then that's the 'and then what?' nothing is what, come Showdown I will beat Vintor Otis, I will be number one contender for the Las Vegas Title, SVO will see a true victor an Icon shine from the inferno to be, me, Chris Wrestling. Amanda: No, you missed what I meant, and then what? Chris Wrestling: And then what? YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK THEN WHAT! You're not REAL! YOU'RE AN HALLUCINATION! Amanda: I will not go anywhere, you say there is no justice in this man then prove it, you need to make a cause, make a happening against this fight, show the world just how meaningful this is to you, show them how much you want to win, start the biggest fire you've yet to start. Chris Wrestling drops to his knees again, getting annoyed, frustrated, exhausted at her presence, she bends down. Amanda: La Envidia Mata started this fire between the two, so you need to start a fire under him, do more. Chris Wrestling looks up, unhappy. Chris Wrestling: You're not going to go away are you? She randomly smiles, Chris Wrestling bares the same musty look. Chris Wrestling: You want a fire? The world wants a fire? La Envidia Mata wants a fire? Then lets make a fire.. Chris Wrestling hops up once again from the ground, Chris Wrestling walks through Amanda again as she disappears and reaches into the flames almost burning himself, he yanks out a large piece of burning branch and begins yanking it towards his cabin. Out of nowhere Chris Wrestling launches the branch towards his open doorway and the branch flies inside and immediately other items begin catching alight, mainly his chair as the room starts to light up. Chris Wrestling doesn't stop there, he walks over and grabs his axe, he walks back to the burning branches and uses the axe as a hook, digging it into the pile and swings it throwing it up at the house. It lands on the roof and Chris Wrestling drops to his knees now watching, small scatters of branches lie around him still burning, but it's nothing to the inferno taking place in front of him. In no time the house is in flames, the inside, the roof, everywhere is exploded with heat, glowing red and orange, Chris Wrestling, still on his knees just stares, feeling unjustified. Chris Wrestling: Is that enough of a fire? Chris Wrestling looks around but Amanda's gone, Chris Wrestling looks once more at his home, burning away in front of him and then bows his head, looking at the ground, anger fills his face as the day draws closer, Chris Wrestling, SVO Las Vegas Champion. |
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