Post by Caliban on Dec 27, 2015 17:49:49 GMT -5
WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!! You won't be breathing by New Year
Punkin Caliban from me to you
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Christmas Eve Eve
Location: Covina, Suburban LA, California
We open on the image of a christmas tree outside of a typical suburban household deep in the LA metropolis, Punkin's voice drones over the image spouting out an edited version of a christmas classic
Punkin: Twas the night before christmas and all though the house party people where stirring as a gathering played out, the stockings where hung by the chimney with care, certain that jolly old saint nick would soon be there
Punkin walks in front of the camera wearing his mask and a well tailored suit obviously taking a page out of Hitchcocks book for this evenings tale of bloody murder
Punkin: But in the house behind me on December 24th 2008 as those events where playing out just as they do every year all over the world, as people come together to drink and be merry in a celebration of commercialism and shiney beardey men in the sky something so beyond the scope of belief and decency was about to be unleashed.
He lights a smoke and tosses the match behind him causing the christmas tree to burst into flames and incinerate itself before Caliban can exhale his first toke
Punkin: OOOOOOOK I didn't think I used that much gasoline, but then it was a home depot christmas tree you fucking cheapskate
Jones chimes in from behind the camera sounding hurt
Jones: When you told me to get a christmas tree and decorate it to look like it fell off Madison avenue yah didn't tell me you where gunna set the bastard on fire did you? No had I known that Id of went to a yard and got one before it went in the fricking chipper
Punkin: And that would of burnt up quicker, god sometimes I get the feeling you don't wanna be with me you know? It's like you don't get the point of what we are trying to do here
Jones: I DON'T, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DOING FOR WEEKS ON END AND YOU WON'T LET ME GO!
Punkin: Well that's your problem not mine
Jones: Yes it is your problem, AND IT'S SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM THE UNIVERSE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND A NAME FOR IT YET!
Punkin: Look Santa's little carer shut the fuck up and push the button all right!?
Jones: I did push the button, it's been pushed since you started talking or did you mean to just give that Twilight zone wannabe of a monologue to me alone?
Punkin: ANYWAY! At 11.30 pm approximate a man named Bruce Jeffrey Pardo knocked on the door of this house, he had done this many times before it being the home of his former in-laws, as I said earlier there was a party going on inside, 25 people had gathered to bring in the holidays. This sick bastard had better plans, you see Pardo dressed as Santa Clause and arrived with 2 presents in hand, the first was a 9mm semi automatic handgun, he also had 3 more of these weapons concealed about his person at the time. His first action with one of these weapons was to fire straight into the face of his Estranged wife Sylvia Pardo's 8 year old sister as she sprinted towards the jolly fat man we all told her until now existed to give her presents injuring her but not threatening her life, he then opened fire indiscriminately into the party goers which happened to include not just his in-laws but also included his own mother
He turns and walks around the smouldering Christmas tree
Punkin: In his other hand however was the true party piece for you see this man had gift wrapped a present so personal he made it with his own 2 hands, he tied a beautiful bow on it and then opened it in front of his audience revealing a home made flame thrower used to spray racing fuel gasoline and set the home ablaze, once he was finished the death toll was 9 including his suicide with 3 more injured 2 with gunshots and the other from a woman breaking her ankle while jumping out of a second story window to save her own pitiful life . Then we saw the true toxic nature of this holiday all at once
He takes a long toke of his joint and lets it settle in his lungs
Punkin: You see the 45 ft fire he lit before shooting himself in the head like a coward instead of rushing the cops like the hero of chaos he should of been, burnt so bright and so hot that it took 80 fire men 90 minutes to put the fucker out. OK it's another Psychopath so what? I hear you ask, what's this got to do with ONE and the answer is simple, Pardo murdered 8 people that Christmas eve destroying the bodies so completely they needed to use teeth to identify the remains and the day after boxing day I will pay tribute to this beautifully brutal piece of shit by leaving 7 men laying at my feet and winning that Cibernetico
He reaches down and picks up from the ground around the bottom of the Christmas tree a well wrapped present previously unseen by the camera, there are 9 of these packages in total
Punkin: Each of these presents pertains to a gift given to me on this holiday by the powers that be, they probably don't even know it yet but these guys could not of given me a more perfect gift.
The package he is holding has small cowboy hats all over it and a wild west color scheme
Punkin: WELL KISS MY ASS IT'S DOC HENRY, Dude you where the shit in toy story, did anybody ever tell you that? I'm sure you hear it all the time, I mean how you saved buzz and stood holding hands with everyone in the incinerator, oh god listen to me I'm all flustered. Tell me what was it like being strapped to a fire work?
He stops gushing like a child meeting Mickey at Disneyland and comes round
Punkin: Doc Henry you are on my team, thats a good thing for the most part because between the 2 of us we know what it means to get it done here, but that doesn't mean if it comes down to it old man that I won't put you in a shallow grave once that final bell rings know what I mean cowboy? Now how about somebody from the other side?
He reaches down and picks up another package and it just has ZZZZZ all over the paper
Punkin: Oh shit I guess this must be.... Bernie Core? Is he in this match? I mean Bernie is kinda a bore but put you to sleep boring? Ok well maybe yeah, he does want payback apparently though, I dunno why, I remember some video he was shit talking me in but I wasn't paying enough attention to find out why, hey Jones have I dropped this guy on his head or what?
Jones (behind the cam): Not sure, I know a few people have so there's a good chance you or maybe Jordy did at some point, google it and stop using me as your personal history journal
Punkin: Yeah yeah go fuck the hole in your mattress virgin
Jones: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND I HAVENT SEEN IN MONTHS BECAUSE YOU DOCTORED UP PHOTOS OF ME SUCKING YOUR DICK AND THREATENED TO SEND THEM TO HER!
Punkin: Well if I sent her some pictures of a random girl sucking yours A. I would of had to see you naked and B. Finding out your boyfriends a cheating scum bag is bad, you can bring that back round if you try. She see's you being a cheating scum bag homosexual your entire life is fucked. I own you Jones accept it and lets move on with this
He tosses the present behind him and bends down to pick up another one while Jones calls him a cunt, this one he picks up has him puzzled, it's a plain black box but wrapped around it is a skull emblazoned bandanna
Punkin: So I guess we got another cholo on the incoming then huh? What does this guy call himself?
Jones: Loco
Punkin laughs out loud nearly choking himself on the toke he took after asking
Punkin: This mother fucker calls himself Loco? Fucking Loco? Well I guess we don't have to worry about any surprises do we? Lemme guess this guys whole personality revolves around acting angry and calling people esse yeah?
Jones: Careful Pun don't get too racist, I don't think you can afford the fines,
Punkin: MOTHER FUCKER WEARS A SHIRT CALLED LUCHA THUG! That is literally his entire fucking personality what else am I suppossed to say? This guy is angry, Latino and about as deep as a piss puddle NEXT!
He kicks Loco's box away and picks up another one
Punkin: A team mate this time
He tosses the box in the air and smiles at the camera, all over the paper are words, song lyrics to be exact, Punkin starts to read them out with a little tune in his voice not unlike the one from the night before christmas
Punkin: "They deem me powerless from the start, dah dah dah, their targets aimed at me the cowards have their mark?" What the fuck is this
He spins the box round in his hands looking through the lyrics
Punkin: "Never gunna stop, won't quit till I stop breathing chase me all you want it will never be" AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH
And with that he falls flat on his face and punches the ground
Punkin: God what the fuck happened to music that drivel like this actually inspired someone to live his life by those words? Remember when people would listen to Marley and it would be like a religion in front of our eyes? Or how Elvis would make people move like they never thought they could? How Enya made us lose the ability to feel our legs?
He gets back up
Punkin: And now just like in the wrestling buisness its full of the same shit Nickleback was pouring down our throats 15 years ago, Andre the only song you should focus on is if your gunna be dumb yah gotta be tough because as far as I can see your entire life philosophy is a fucking joke and if it comes down to you and me at the end of this thing Ill make sure I'm the last one laughing I promise you that
He picks up another gift this time its ball shaped and he is spinning it on his index finger balancing it perfectly and as the spinning slows you can see a tag dancing in the wind reading "PUSSY ASS BITCH"
Punkin: B'wanna Bludde the most pathetic kind of human still allowed to breath this earth's cleanish air, he thinks he is here to prove he is worth the name predator but in truth the fates have led him here to get the shit beat out of him over and over for everytime this cowardly piece of monkey vomit shot at an African Black Rhino or a Serengeti Lioness and her cubs. This is a man who has spent his life getting his kicks off hurting those who don't see him coming, well Bludde we all see you coming, we are all your karmatic wake up call and we in the name of nature we will rip your arms off and feed them to the rats and leave your corpse to be eaten by bugs and time like you did to the carcasses of lives you had no right to take
He drops this package on the ground and stomps on it and a small hisssssss can be heard as the obvious ball inside deflates while he picks up one more this one has small crowns around it
Punkin: You know I understand that this is a tag match at it's core but if there is one man on my team would love to see make it through to the final 2 with me it's this guy, a guy who likes to call himself a veteran and talk about his history. Well let me send a message to Lucy from us in the WCF locker room just to you, right into your ears, nobody gives a fuck who you where, what titles you won, who your daddy is or what car you drive. You have a list of accomplishments as long as your arm I don't see WCF on that list meaning the minute you walked in the doors of this company you hit a reset button on your career.... lad? I think, hey Jones this is a guy right? That's a lot of make up and photo shop for one man
Jones: Ah well you know these millennium metro sexual twats, just check your grips before you throw this dick around, he looks like he wears a lot of creams
Punkin: Looks like he wore his daddy's as a kid
Jones: Jesus man too much scale that shit back would yah?
Punkin: Nope why should I this is the kinda shit that zombie fuck expects and while he goes and plays with hall of famers I am gunna show the world who the real deal out of his mind piece of shit is here in WCF and I am gunna do it with....
He drops Starrs box and picks up the 7th and final one, this one has the words same old shit scrawled across brown paper in sharpie, it looks like it was at the end of the line when the wrapping paper was handed out
Punkin: This guy is an exact carbon copy of the first big dumb piece of shit Jordan Caliban ever faced in this company, he pretended to be Arnie in terminator too, he was chosen to be the next big thing and then he ran into a mind that was infected by me, he was taken down a peg and he fucked off pretty soon after. That was a guy who simply faced Caliban under my influence, in fact I want all of my partners and opponents to think about what they know of me. All the shit they have seen this body do in the past couple of years and remember that the door that once closed in all the shit, all the bile, all the reasons to decapitate one of you bastards in the ring is now open and what was inside now lives amongst you and as I make an example out of Rage Maxx here to show how his kind doesn't survive in this sport any more I want everyone else to take notice, at ONE WCF put me in a match where chaos VS order is the battle of the day, this will be hectic and frantic and unending till I say it does
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Caliban has been a prisoner inside his own mind for 3 months now, he hasn't eaten, he hasn't drank anything or even slept because in here all those things aren't needed to survive, it doesn't mean every part of him doesn't ache for those things, for the ability to scratch his nose or just stand on his own 2 feet. The Punkin made him powerless and paralysed tied to a chair with 4 point chains on his wrists and ankles, he is weary, he is angry and there is nothing he can do to change his situation, he just has to wait..... and he may not have to wait long. On the other side of the wall through the room inhabited by the now forgotten Old Man Adeus and on the other side of the door created to separate this weird inner dimension from the Psyche of what used to be a promising young Northern Irish wrestler, the Punkin is just reaching the door, he opens it slowly and walks in attempting to make straight for the door of Caliban's room. Adeus tries to step in front of him, trying to talk to him
Punkin: Old man move out of the way I need to talk to our young friend
Adeus: No, it's time to end this Punkin, it's time to let the natural order realign, what you are doing is dangerous, you know what a disastrous place a mind devolved to chaos is, you have one. Now imagine if this mind devolves the way yours has, imagine if this clean fresh conciousness you have taken control of became as Toxic as the one pulling it's strings. The man behind this door, the one you are holding prisoner, torturing him with the darkness, his only interactions being your visits to beat help out of him, help to understand a world in which a creature like you does not belong. If you keep him in there much longer this place will start to dissolve, this place where we found safe haven when all hope was lost for us will vanish. This is still his mind whether he is the pilot of it at the time is irrelevant
Punkin: And what about my mind? What about my torture? Do you know what it is like to be trapped away from every basic instinct you have? Where I come from we hunt beings like Jordan Caliban for sport, we run them down in the fields and devour their flesh like a human would cattle
Adeus: And yet this HUMAN agreed to give you safe haven, that 12 year old boy who subconciously agreed to hold us, to let us hide from our transgressions
Punkin: What? It's not like he agreed simply out the goodness of his heart, the boy was desperate, he was Steve Rogers dying to join a war, you gave him the chance to by pass his physical shortcomings, his mental fears and the many other road blocks that he knew would stop him from doing the one thing he wanted to do since he was 5 years old. You gave a 12 year old that promise remember? It's not like he was gunna turn it down
Adeus: Well at that point I didnt see this coming 16 years later, how was I supposed to know my promises would lead to the boy spending his 28th birthday strapped to a fucking chair trapped in his own mind
Punkin: Well he did now I am going to tell you one more time old man move out of the way....
Adeus: Make me
Punkin out of nowhere swings a fist at the masked old man but Adeus is ready, he ducks to one side and swings round the back of the Punkin wrapping his arms round his waist and hauling him off the ground, Punkin resists the first time but Adeus lets out a primal scream and tosses him backwards over head. But the Punkin his instincts sharp from the battles fought in previous weeks manages to flip over head and land his feet. Adeus however ends up down on his back, as he sits up Punkin runs at his turned back and kicks him hard in the spine then drops down into a chokehold talking into Adeus's ear
Punkin: This is my body now Old Boy, this is my mind to control my life to live MY WORLD TO MAKE BLEED and an old trilobite like you can do absooutely nothing about it, stay down Adeus, go to sleep, it will all be over soon
Adeus: Fuck you...
The decrepit old figure empowered by defiance starts to make his way to his feet, both men get back to a vertical base but this just ups the pressure as the tall well postured Punkin still holds the height advantage against the bent over old creature
Punkin: I said stay down!
Adeus shakes his head trying to cause a little breathing room between his own throat and Punkin's forearm, he walks forward and puts one foot on the Arm of the battered old couch in the centre of the room and then pushes himself up and back
SMASH!
They go through the beat up coffee table, the glass centre exploding on impact but Punkin's will is strong, his grip is stronger and his want to survive, to keep himself from being locked away from the world is like Solid Stone. Slowly with more of a fight than anyone would think to look at him Adeus's body shuts down, his eyes roll into the back of his head an his breathing goes from frantic to shallow and relaxed. Punkin leaves him there, laying in the remnants of the glass coffee table. He stands up and brushes himself off with a smile
Punkin: Ah thank you my old friend, I enjoyed that, now if you will excuse me
He walks towards the door wiping the glass from his shoes sending it backward into the prone body behind him, he stops reaching down picking up a still decent sized shard of which there are few and advances placing his hand on the door. There is a small click as the lock comes undone at his touch and he enters making sure the piece of glass if very visible
Punkin: HEY! Wake up you piece of shit! It's time for you to tell me what the fuck a
He pulls a dirty crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, as it comes out so does a handful of mistletoe, a full mince pie and an Adult Diaper with the words new years baby written on it, a horrible glimpse into the future if there ever was one. He unfolds the note and reads it out loud slow and phonetically like every Englishman who ever stopped off a plane in Milan
Punkin: TOUR-KNEE-OH DEEEEEE SEE-BUR-NET-TICK-OH is...
Caliban in the shadows of the room still firmly fastened to his chair answers with a fuck you, and with the Punkin Turns and closes the door leaving the shot outside the final thing we see is him twirling a piece of glass between his fingers and telling Caliban how he was hoping he would say that
Punkin Caliban from me to you
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Christmas Eve Eve
Location: Covina, Suburban LA, California
We open on the image of a christmas tree outside of a typical suburban household deep in the LA metropolis, Punkin's voice drones over the image spouting out an edited version of a christmas classic
Punkin: Twas the night before christmas and all though the house party people where stirring as a gathering played out, the stockings where hung by the chimney with care, certain that jolly old saint nick would soon be there
Punkin walks in front of the camera wearing his mask and a well tailored suit obviously taking a page out of Hitchcocks book for this evenings tale of bloody murder
Punkin: But in the house behind me on December 24th 2008 as those events where playing out just as they do every year all over the world, as people come together to drink and be merry in a celebration of commercialism and shiney beardey men in the sky something so beyond the scope of belief and decency was about to be unleashed.
He lights a smoke and tosses the match behind him causing the christmas tree to burst into flames and incinerate itself before Caliban can exhale his first toke
Punkin: OOOOOOOK I didn't think I used that much gasoline, but then it was a home depot christmas tree you fucking cheapskate
Jones chimes in from behind the camera sounding hurt
Jones: When you told me to get a christmas tree and decorate it to look like it fell off Madison avenue yah didn't tell me you where gunna set the bastard on fire did you? No had I known that Id of went to a yard and got one before it went in the fricking chipper
Punkin: And that would of burnt up quicker, god sometimes I get the feeling you don't wanna be with me you know? It's like you don't get the point of what we are trying to do here
Jones: I DON'T, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE HAVE BEEN DOING FOR WEEKS ON END AND YOU WON'T LET ME GO!
Punkin: Well that's your problem not mine
Jones: Yes it is your problem, AND IT'S SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM THE UNIVERSE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND A NAME FOR IT YET!
Punkin: Look Santa's little carer shut the fuck up and push the button all right!?
Jones: I did push the button, it's been pushed since you started talking or did you mean to just give that Twilight zone wannabe of a monologue to me alone?
Punkin: ANYWAY! At 11.30 pm approximate a man named Bruce Jeffrey Pardo knocked on the door of this house, he had done this many times before it being the home of his former in-laws, as I said earlier there was a party going on inside, 25 people had gathered to bring in the holidays. This sick bastard had better plans, you see Pardo dressed as Santa Clause and arrived with 2 presents in hand, the first was a 9mm semi automatic handgun, he also had 3 more of these weapons concealed about his person at the time. His first action with one of these weapons was to fire straight into the face of his Estranged wife Sylvia Pardo's 8 year old sister as she sprinted towards the jolly fat man we all told her until now existed to give her presents injuring her but not threatening her life, he then opened fire indiscriminately into the party goers which happened to include not just his in-laws but also included his own mother
He turns and walks around the smouldering Christmas tree
Punkin: In his other hand however was the true party piece for you see this man had gift wrapped a present so personal he made it with his own 2 hands, he tied a beautiful bow on it and then opened it in front of his audience revealing a home made flame thrower used to spray racing fuel gasoline and set the home ablaze, once he was finished the death toll was 9 including his suicide with 3 more injured 2 with gunshots and the other from a woman breaking her ankle while jumping out of a second story window to save her own pitiful life . Then we saw the true toxic nature of this holiday all at once
He takes a long toke of his joint and lets it settle in his lungs
Punkin: You see the 45 ft fire he lit before shooting himself in the head like a coward instead of rushing the cops like the hero of chaos he should of been, burnt so bright and so hot that it took 80 fire men 90 minutes to put the fucker out. OK it's another Psychopath so what? I hear you ask, what's this got to do with ONE and the answer is simple, Pardo murdered 8 people that Christmas eve destroying the bodies so completely they needed to use teeth to identify the remains and the day after boxing day I will pay tribute to this beautifully brutal piece of shit by leaving 7 men laying at my feet and winning that Cibernetico
He reaches down and picks up from the ground around the bottom of the Christmas tree a well wrapped present previously unseen by the camera, there are 9 of these packages in total
Punkin: Each of these presents pertains to a gift given to me on this holiday by the powers that be, they probably don't even know it yet but these guys could not of given me a more perfect gift.
The package he is holding has small cowboy hats all over it and a wild west color scheme
Punkin: WELL KISS MY ASS IT'S DOC HENRY, Dude you where the shit in toy story, did anybody ever tell you that? I'm sure you hear it all the time, I mean how you saved buzz and stood holding hands with everyone in the incinerator, oh god listen to me I'm all flustered. Tell me what was it like being strapped to a fire work?
He stops gushing like a child meeting Mickey at Disneyland and comes round
Punkin: Doc Henry you are on my team, thats a good thing for the most part because between the 2 of us we know what it means to get it done here, but that doesn't mean if it comes down to it old man that I won't put you in a shallow grave once that final bell rings know what I mean cowboy? Now how about somebody from the other side?
He reaches down and picks up another package and it just has ZZZZZ all over the paper
Punkin: Oh shit I guess this must be.... Bernie Core? Is he in this match? I mean Bernie is kinda a bore but put you to sleep boring? Ok well maybe yeah, he does want payback apparently though, I dunno why, I remember some video he was shit talking me in but I wasn't paying enough attention to find out why, hey Jones have I dropped this guy on his head or what?
Jones (behind the cam): Not sure, I know a few people have so there's a good chance you or maybe Jordy did at some point, google it and stop using me as your personal history journal
Punkin: Yeah yeah go fuck the hole in your mattress virgin
Jones: I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND I HAVENT SEEN IN MONTHS BECAUSE YOU DOCTORED UP PHOTOS OF ME SUCKING YOUR DICK AND THREATENED TO SEND THEM TO HER!
Punkin: Well if I sent her some pictures of a random girl sucking yours A. I would of had to see you naked and B. Finding out your boyfriends a cheating scum bag is bad, you can bring that back round if you try. She see's you being a cheating scum bag homosexual your entire life is fucked. I own you Jones accept it and lets move on with this
He tosses the present behind him and bends down to pick up another one while Jones calls him a cunt, this one he picks up has him puzzled, it's a plain black box but wrapped around it is a skull emblazoned bandanna
Punkin: So I guess we got another cholo on the incoming then huh? What does this guy call himself?
Jones: Loco
Punkin laughs out loud nearly choking himself on the toke he took after asking
Punkin: This mother fucker calls himself Loco? Fucking Loco? Well I guess we don't have to worry about any surprises do we? Lemme guess this guys whole personality revolves around acting angry and calling people esse yeah?
Jones: Careful Pun don't get too racist, I don't think you can afford the fines,
Punkin: MOTHER FUCKER WEARS A SHIRT CALLED LUCHA THUG! That is literally his entire fucking personality what else am I suppossed to say? This guy is angry, Latino and about as deep as a piss puddle NEXT!
He kicks Loco's box away and picks up another one
Punkin: A team mate this time
He tosses the box in the air and smiles at the camera, all over the paper are words, song lyrics to be exact, Punkin starts to read them out with a little tune in his voice not unlike the one from the night before christmas
Punkin: "They deem me powerless from the start, dah dah dah, their targets aimed at me the cowards have their mark?" What the fuck is this
He spins the box round in his hands looking through the lyrics
Punkin: "Never gunna stop, won't quit till I stop breathing chase me all you want it will never be" AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH
And with that he falls flat on his face and punches the ground
Punkin: God what the fuck happened to music that drivel like this actually inspired someone to live his life by those words? Remember when people would listen to Marley and it would be like a religion in front of our eyes? Or how Elvis would make people move like they never thought they could? How Enya made us lose the ability to feel our legs?
He gets back up
Punkin: And now just like in the wrestling buisness its full of the same shit Nickleback was pouring down our throats 15 years ago, Andre the only song you should focus on is if your gunna be dumb yah gotta be tough because as far as I can see your entire life philosophy is a fucking joke and if it comes down to you and me at the end of this thing Ill make sure I'm the last one laughing I promise you that
He picks up another gift this time its ball shaped and he is spinning it on his index finger balancing it perfectly and as the spinning slows you can see a tag dancing in the wind reading "PUSSY ASS BITCH"
Punkin: B'wanna Bludde the most pathetic kind of human still allowed to breath this earth's cleanish air, he thinks he is here to prove he is worth the name predator but in truth the fates have led him here to get the shit beat out of him over and over for everytime this cowardly piece of monkey vomit shot at an African Black Rhino or a Serengeti Lioness and her cubs. This is a man who has spent his life getting his kicks off hurting those who don't see him coming, well Bludde we all see you coming, we are all your karmatic wake up call and we in the name of nature we will rip your arms off and feed them to the rats and leave your corpse to be eaten by bugs and time like you did to the carcasses of lives you had no right to take
He drops this package on the ground and stomps on it and a small hisssssss can be heard as the obvious ball inside deflates while he picks up one more this one has small crowns around it
Punkin: You know I understand that this is a tag match at it's core but if there is one man on my team would love to see make it through to the final 2 with me it's this guy, a guy who likes to call himself a veteran and talk about his history. Well let me send a message to Lucy from us in the WCF locker room just to you, right into your ears, nobody gives a fuck who you where, what titles you won, who your daddy is or what car you drive. You have a list of accomplishments as long as your arm I don't see WCF on that list meaning the minute you walked in the doors of this company you hit a reset button on your career.... lad? I think, hey Jones this is a guy right? That's a lot of make up and photo shop for one man
Jones: Ah well you know these millennium metro sexual twats, just check your grips before you throw this dick around, he looks like he wears a lot of creams
Punkin: Looks like he wore his daddy's as a kid
Jones: Jesus man too much scale that shit back would yah?
Punkin: Nope why should I this is the kinda shit that zombie fuck expects and while he goes and plays with hall of famers I am gunna show the world who the real deal out of his mind piece of shit is here in WCF and I am gunna do it with....
He drops Starrs box and picks up the 7th and final one, this one has the words same old shit scrawled across brown paper in sharpie, it looks like it was at the end of the line when the wrapping paper was handed out
Punkin: This guy is an exact carbon copy of the first big dumb piece of shit Jordan Caliban ever faced in this company, he pretended to be Arnie in terminator too, he was chosen to be the next big thing and then he ran into a mind that was infected by me, he was taken down a peg and he fucked off pretty soon after. That was a guy who simply faced Caliban under my influence, in fact I want all of my partners and opponents to think about what they know of me. All the shit they have seen this body do in the past couple of years and remember that the door that once closed in all the shit, all the bile, all the reasons to decapitate one of you bastards in the ring is now open and what was inside now lives amongst you and as I make an example out of Rage Maxx here to show how his kind doesn't survive in this sport any more I want everyone else to take notice, at ONE WCF put me in a match where chaos VS order is the battle of the day, this will be hectic and frantic and unending till I say it does
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Caliban has been a prisoner inside his own mind for 3 months now, he hasn't eaten, he hasn't drank anything or even slept because in here all those things aren't needed to survive, it doesn't mean every part of him doesn't ache for those things, for the ability to scratch his nose or just stand on his own 2 feet. The Punkin made him powerless and paralysed tied to a chair with 4 point chains on his wrists and ankles, he is weary, he is angry and there is nothing he can do to change his situation, he just has to wait..... and he may not have to wait long. On the other side of the wall through the room inhabited by the now forgotten Old Man Adeus and on the other side of the door created to separate this weird inner dimension from the Psyche of what used to be a promising young Northern Irish wrestler, the Punkin is just reaching the door, he opens it slowly and walks in attempting to make straight for the door of Caliban's room. Adeus tries to step in front of him, trying to talk to him
Punkin: Old man move out of the way I need to talk to our young friend
Adeus: No, it's time to end this Punkin, it's time to let the natural order realign, what you are doing is dangerous, you know what a disastrous place a mind devolved to chaos is, you have one. Now imagine if this mind devolves the way yours has, imagine if this clean fresh conciousness you have taken control of became as Toxic as the one pulling it's strings. The man behind this door, the one you are holding prisoner, torturing him with the darkness, his only interactions being your visits to beat help out of him, help to understand a world in which a creature like you does not belong. If you keep him in there much longer this place will start to dissolve, this place where we found safe haven when all hope was lost for us will vanish. This is still his mind whether he is the pilot of it at the time is irrelevant
Punkin: And what about my mind? What about my torture? Do you know what it is like to be trapped away from every basic instinct you have? Where I come from we hunt beings like Jordan Caliban for sport, we run them down in the fields and devour their flesh like a human would cattle
Adeus: And yet this HUMAN agreed to give you safe haven, that 12 year old boy who subconciously agreed to hold us, to let us hide from our transgressions
Punkin: What? It's not like he agreed simply out the goodness of his heart, the boy was desperate, he was Steve Rogers dying to join a war, you gave him the chance to by pass his physical shortcomings, his mental fears and the many other road blocks that he knew would stop him from doing the one thing he wanted to do since he was 5 years old. You gave a 12 year old that promise remember? It's not like he was gunna turn it down
Adeus: Well at that point I didnt see this coming 16 years later, how was I supposed to know my promises would lead to the boy spending his 28th birthday strapped to a fucking chair trapped in his own mind
Punkin: Well he did now I am going to tell you one more time old man move out of the way....
Adeus: Make me
Punkin out of nowhere swings a fist at the masked old man but Adeus is ready, he ducks to one side and swings round the back of the Punkin wrapping his arms round his waist and hauling him off the ground, Punkin resists the first time but Adeus lets out a primal scream and tosses him backwards over head. But the Punkin his instincts sharp from the battles fought in previous weeks manages to flip over head and land his feet. Adeus however ends up down on his back, as he sits up Punkin runs at his turned back and kicks him hard in the spine then drops down into a chokehold talking into Adeus's ear
Punkin: This is my body now Old Boy, this is my mind to control my life to live MY WORLD TO MAKE BLEED and an old trilobite like you can do absooutely nothing about it, stay down Adeus, go to sleep, it will all be over soon
Adeus: Fuck you...
The decrepit old figure empowered by defiance starts to make his way to his feet, both men get back to a vertical base but this just ups the pressure as the tall well postured Punkin still holds the height advantage against the bent over old creature
Punkin: I said stay down!
Adeus shakes his head trying to cause a little breathing room between his own throat and Punkin's forearm, he walks forward and puts one foot on the Arm of the battered old couch in the centre of the room and then pushes himself up and back
SMASH!
They go through the beat up coffee table, the glass centre exploding on impact but Punkin's will is strong, his grip is stronger and his want to survive, to keep himself from being locked away from the world is like Solid Stone. Slowly with more of a fight than anyone would think to look at him Adeus's body shuts down, his eyes roll into the back of his head an his breathing goes from frantic to shallow and relaxed. Punkin leaves him there, laying in the remnants of the glass coffee table. He stands up and brushes himself off with a smile
Punkin: Ah thank you my old friend, I enjoyed that, now if you will excuse me
He walks towards the door wiping the glass from his shoes sending it backward into the prone body behind him, he stops reaching down picking up a still decent sized shard of which there are few and advances placing his hand on the door. There is a small click as the lock comes undone at his touch and he enters making sure the piece of glass if very visible
Punkin: HEY! Wake up you piece of shit! It's time for you to tell me what the fuck a
He pulls a dirty crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, as it comes out so does a handful of mistletoe, a full mince pie and an Adult Diaper with the words new years baby written on it, a horrible glimpse into the future if there ever was one. He unfolds the note and reads it out loud slow and phonetically like every Englishman who ever stopped off a plane in Milan
Punkin: TOUR-KNEE-OH DEEEEEE SEE-BUR-NET-TICK-OH is...
Caliban in the shadows of the room still firmly fastened to his chair answers with a fuck you, and with the Punkin Turns and closes the door leaving the shot outside the final thing we see is him twirling a piece of glass between his fingers and telling Caliban how he was hoping he would say that
