AF29: Fallout vs. Garth Black vs. Corvus
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Richard Blonoff
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BEAST MODE, MOTHERFUCKERS
The weather in Germany is cold, bitterly cold this time of year. Most of the WZCW roster is celebrating the success of Redemption with a gathering at a local pub tonight. I'm sure that everyone there is having a good time, mingling with co-workers and enjoying German beer. As for myself, I'm sitting in a dark hotel room, reminiscing about the last few months, and the progress that I've made on my "hunt".
Mark Davis has fallen on hard times lately. After being released from prison, where he was serving time for the death of my parents, he thought that he would go back to the way his life was, a successful car salesman that worked his way into owning his own dealership. A father of a high school football star, and a husband to one of the sweetest women anyone had ever known.
At least that's what everyone else saw. Behind closed doors, there were skeletons that were waiting to burst out. All they needed was someone to open the door. That's where I came in.
If anything, the injury to my throat that I suffered at the hands of Dr. Zeus was a blessing in disguise. I had gotten so caught up in training and working for WZCW that I lost sight of what had slowly become my obsession. Making Mark Davis' life hell, just like he made mine.
After weeks of tailing him and his family everywhere they went, I had discovered some very surprising revelations about the so-called "picture perfect family".
All of that is on the back burner, for now. Right now, I'm on the roof of my hotel in Cologne, strategizing for my next match.
On Aftershock 29, I make my return to WZCW in a triple threat match against Fallout and Garth Black. The most surprising thing in all of this is the fact that the viewers of WZCW have accepted me as their hero. I never intended to be anyone's hero. I never wanted to be a "good guy" who slaps hands with fans or kisses babies. I came to WZCW for one reason and that is to bring Justice to those that have been wronged, by any means necessary. My little run-in with Zeus aside, I've done fairly well for myself so far in this endeavor.
It's time to take it to the next level, though. I need to bring the focus, the intensity that I have to the surface. There are vultures loose in WZCW. It's time for me to bring true justice.
It's time for project venom.
Mark Davis has fallen on hard times lately. After being released from prison, where he was serving time for the death of my parents, he thought that he would go back to the way his life was, a successful car salesman that worked his way into owning his own dealership. A father of a high school football star, and a husband to one of the sweetest women anyone had ever known.
At least that's what everyone else saw. Behind closed doors, there were skeletons that were waiting to burst out. All they needed was someone to open the door. That's where I came in.
If anything, the injury to my throat that I suffered at the hands of Dr. Zeus was a blessing in disguise. I had gotten so caught up in training and working for WZCW that I lost sight of what had slowly become my obsession. Making Mark Davis' life hell, just like he made mine.
After weeks of tailing him and his family everywhere they went, I had discovered some very surprising revelations about the so-called "picture perfect family".
All of that is on the back burner, for now. Right now, I'm on the roof of my hotel in Cologne, strategizing for my next match.
On Aftershock 29, I make my return to WZCW in a triple threat match against Fallout and Garth Black. The most surprising thing in all of this is the fact that the viewers of WZCW have accepted me as their hero. I never intended to be anyone's hero. I never wanted to be a "good guy" who slaps hands with fans or kisses babies. I came to WZCW for one reason and that is to bring Justice to those that have been wronged, by any means necessary. My little run-in with Zeus aside, I've done fairly well for myself so far in this endeavor.
It's time to take it to the next level, though. I need to bring the focus, the intensity that I have to the surface. There are vultures loose in WZCW. It's time for me to bring true justice.
It's time for project venom.
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FOOTLOOSE
Fallout crouched in the corner of the bleak, pale asylum cell pondering to himself. Nothing. Fallout had lost everything. An unjustified ending to his crusade had destroyed him for the second time. Bound to a straitjacket and a miniscule room, Fallout quenched vengeance on the entire human race.
He began to rock back and forth violently against the white walls, very much how he would have upon entering the WZCW ring. At the same time, he began to contemplate the loss of the last thing that made him truly content with his world. WZCW was a bypass for Fallout to inflict pain and agony on the freaks. The humans remained to be uneducated on the next stage of evolution, in particular the wrestlers. And despite his demonstration to the unperceptive masses, his message had still failed to transmit, and he was now incarcerated in the confines of an asylum.
Fallout immediately detected hostiles in his presence. Turning to face the steel door, Fallout anticipated the worst. The loud clutter of keys could be heard before the door swung open, revealing a bulky, bald silhouette in the doorway. Standing behind him were two attentive security guards with an assortment of incapacitating gear.
"Parker, is this the guy?" one of them said, gesturing to Fallout in the corner.
"Yeah" Parker replied callously, giving Fallout a dirty look. "This is him."
Parker and the two guards strolled firmly across the gritty tiles of the room before finally reaching touching distance with Fallout. Both Fallout and Parker took their time in studying each other for the first time. Instantly, Fallout knew the type of person he was dealing with; a man emulating bravado and courage, with an over-bearing demeanour.
On the contrary, Parker didn't want to even fathom Fallout's thoughts. Not after he heard of the atrocities that he committed.
"You must be Fallout." Parker sighed to himself, before wiping his brow with his hand.
"Yes." Fallout stated with confidence, relishing the special attention that he had received.
"Get up!" Parker suddenly bellowed gruffly.
Fallout slowly extended his legs and began to walk with the 3 men escorting him to his destination. Loud despairing howls and screams could be heard from the inhabitants of the cells. It was not their time to be released from their confines, not even for one moment. Parker was used to the madness that was displayed here; though he was not prepared for the evil that Fallout had and would display.
As they continued through the cold asylum corridors, Fallout asked innocently "Where are you taking me?"
"Don't play the victim, Fallout." Parker snarled. "We all know what you did and what you're capable of."
"I was writing the final chapter of human evolution, Warden Parker." Fallout stated proudly. "Humanity dug its own grave a long time ago, and I was merely operating as pest control."
"I don't want to hear another word!" Parker yelled, not wanting Fallout to pollute his mind. He then swiftly turned right and opened a door in front of him, revealing a cramped, derelict room, with a slender table in the middle of it and near-broken stools scattered underneath the table.
"Take a seat in here." he ordered. "Dr Carlisle will be with you in a moment."
Parker then exited the room, leaving Fallout to sit on the stool with the two guards surrounding him. Fallout began to contemplate an attack in his mind, but he dismissed it, deeming the humans that imprisoned him as unworthy to receive such an honour.
Parker himself had found Dr Carlisle waiting outside the room, with a tape recorded in her hand. Dr Carlisle, whilst displaying courage, also displayed anxiety. For her taped interview with Fallout was going to be her first. Carlisle grinned at Parker, who began to look increasingly disgruntled, eradicating the smile from Carlisles face.
This case isnt a smiling matter, Dr Carlisle Parker said gravely, fumbling into his chest pocket to retrieve a cigarette and lighter. I assume youve seen the video?
Yes, Warden. She replied professionally.
Call me Daniel. He said firmly, before lighting his cigarette and blowing a large puff of smoke out of the open window. Resting his arm on the windowsill and staring into space, Parker continued his discussion.
That video is the tip of the iceberg. He can leave devastation in his wake on even the most skilled of performers in that WZCW ring. Hes a fearmonger, Dr Carlisle. Dont let him get to you.
I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to help him. She stated tranquilly.
Your power isnt enough. Parker said solemnly, before sighing and shaking his head. Just try to resist him. Me and the boys will be there if anything happens, but I cannot guarantee there will be no damage.
With that, Parker unlit his cigarette and quickly disposed of it. Ready when you are he uttered, standing behind Dr Carlisle. With the tape recorder in her hand, Dr Carlisle slowly put pressure on the REC button.
Taped patient interview number 1. She said neutrally and clearly, before taking a deep breath. Subjects real name is Viktor Petrov, though prefers to be addressed by his chosen alias Fallout. Admitted to the asylum after multiple counts of assault in the WZCW show known as Redemption. In the room are me, Warden Parker, Fallout and 2 security personnel, due to the risk that Fallout impends.
Dr Carlisle took another extended intake of oxygen before slowly opening the door, setting eyes on Fallout for the first time. The malevolent glare of the gas mask met her face like a piercing laser.
Instantly, Fallout saw the tape recorder. This was not a way to convey terror, or to spread his influence. The recording was secure, never to be transmitted to those unaware of his crusade. Fallout had nothing to gain from talking to Dr Carlisle.
Hello Fallout. Dr Carlisle said softly to Fallout. How are you feeling today?
Silence. Dr Carlisle was instantly concerned. Before she could voice these concerns, Warden Parker intervened.
Stop trying to play this game!" Parker growled, banging his fist on the table. Dr Carlisle began to look alarmed as Parker regained his composure. Silence again filled the room.
Fallout, if you wont speak, then Im afraid we cant help you." Dr Carlisle finally muttered, increasingly worried about the fate of her job. Not one full interview in, and things were starting to go haywire.
But Fallouts interest had been piqued.
All you humans have done he began, murmuring to himself. Is hinder me. Yet, I am beyond any help. I am the ultimate life form. I am above humanity.
Fallout then broke out into a cry of anguish Humanity is vermin, and it must be annihilated with extreme prejudice! For I am superior!
So is that why youre here, Fallout?" Parker intervened. In an asylum, declared profoundly insane after the attacks?
Humanity is foolish! Fallout continued. Constantly making mistakes, such as refusing to accept my assistance backstage at Redemption!
Assistance? Assistance?! Parker roared. 13 people injured! Thats not assistance, thats an atrocity!
Humans fail to listen to simple words. Fallout declared boldly, calming from his rage.
Youre making me sick! Parker spat out in disgust. Dr Carlisle had completely locked down, and looked as if she was about to cry.
It was at this point that another man emerged from the door and tapped Warden Parker on the shoulder and whispered into his ear WZCW have just told us they need Fallout for their next show, and they want him now."
Parker looked flabbergasted as the man continued to explain the situation to him.
"This guy on the telephone, some guy that probably should be here himself, he told me that a deal had been made to allow Fallout to travel to events, whilst attending therapy here."
Parker looked outraged as he yelled loudly "This was never agreed on with any officials from WZCW!"
"It is now, according to this guy." the guard continued, nervous at Parker's violent reaction. "I looked on their website, and it said Fallout's fighting on Aftershock this week. The guy stated quite clearly that we need to bring Lanxess Arena in Colonge ASAP."
Fallout had clearly heard the conversation going on. "Who is this human that you speak of?" he demanded the guard.
"I didn't get his name." the guard stuttered, noticing Fallout in the room. "He called himself a benefactor though. Slightly crazed too."
"And which lambs have been sent to be slaughtered at my hands?" Fallout said, in an almost demonic tone, tapping his feet rapidly on the floor.
"Corvus and Garth Black." the guard replied.
"Who are these people?" Dr Carlisle asked, lost in the conversation.
Fallout saw this as a time to lecture the humans.
"Men that have been consumed by fear, Dr Carlisle." Fallout began. "The men that claim to have conquered their demons, yet the demons surround them even more than ever. Corvus, the paranoid human that believes he is justice incarnate, the man that feels he can change the way the world works." Fallout began to speak more sinisterly. "Yet, he has not conquered his fears. He clings to his past, never looks to the future, and that is why he will lose. He is fragile in spirit and in shell. And as for Garth Black" Fallout suddenly scoffed, an unusual occurance. "He flaunts the fact that he conquered drug dependency. Does he really feel that is an accomplishment? When you compare and contrast our lives, you will see I have suffered far more than he ever has. Yet I evolve. He does not. He continues to focus on the sole fact that he's recovering from drugs. Yet, he chose to take those drugs in the first place. I did not choose my fate. And that is why he will lose too. An unperceptive fool that makes mistakes. A mistake a mind like mine can easily capitalise on."
Fallout then stood up out of his chair. Parker was just about to interrupt, but Dr Carlisle gestured him to be quiet.
"Both of these men allowed their lives to be destroyed by fear, whether death or drugs be the embodiment. But I allowed fear to create me. Now, I wield fear. And I shall use the fear I wield to dispose of both Garth Black and Corvus at Aftershock. And when I do, their pain shall soothe me from the torrent of suffering you people have brought upon me."
"That's enough Fallout!" Parker screeched, looking on the verge of a meltdown. "Follow me, I'll show you the way out!" gesturing to Fallout to follow him. Fallout analysed Dr Carlisle deeply as he left the room with security escort, displaying dominance over her with a single gaze. Dr Carlisle looked as if she was going to fall apart.
***
"I don't want to do this anymore, Daniel!" Dr Carlisle sobbed, in tears, standing in Warden Parker's office. "I'm resigning, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!". She began to wail loudly as she ran from the office, afraid of Warden Parker's reaction. He pouted his lips briefly before beginning to light a cigarette, when the guard who answered the telephone call approached him.
"If you're having trouble finding a therapist for Fallout." he said. "Then there's a man you should be looking into."
With that, he dropped a piece of paper on the desk and stood back a few strides to allow Parker to read it. After a few seconds, Parker shook his head and ripped the piece of paper to shreds.
"No." Parker stated brutally. "That man has a history with people like Fallout. He'd be nothing but trouble."
"But think of the success rates!" the guard pleaded, holding his hands together.
"No!" Parker shouted, throwing the scraps of paper in his face. "I'm the warden, my word is final! Get out!"
The guard scuttled away from the office, leaving an irate Warden Parker to stare at the paper on the ground. He began to think to himself.
"And yet, he could be our only hope with this madman." he mummured quietly to himself, before lighting his cigarette and sticking it into his mouth.
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