The Gospel of Chris K.O.
We begin with a memory.
The scene shows Sam Masters sitting on a bench in a locker room at the WZCW House Show after the Contract Battle Royal. Sam is covered in sweat as he unravels the white tape wound around his forearms and fists. Sam, halfway through unraveling the tape, stops and grabs his gym bag located at his feet. He scrounges through it frantically and pulls out a cigarette carton. He opens it up and spies that the carton is empty.
Sam: Damn it!
Sam throws the box across the room and drops his head in a bowed position. He presses his palms against his closed eyes as he sulks over his loss. He does this for a couple minutes until he hears a voice in the room.
Titus: Hey, you all right?
Sam looks up and sees WZCW veteran, Titus, standing across the room at the doorway. Sam hesitates to speak at first, but replies hazily.
Sam: No.
Titus: That was one hell of a show out there. The best Contract Battle Royal Ive seen in ages.
Sam: Its not one hell of a show if you dont win.
Titus smirks and begins to walk over to the bench where Sam is sitting.
Titus: Well.. whoever said wrestling is about winning?
Sam looks up at him in respect as Titus takes a seat on the bench next to Sam. Sam looks back down at the floor, embarrassed to be in the presence of a legend after his losing effort. Titus watches him and grins.
Titus: You wanna know why I think you lost tonights match Sam?
Sam: Why?
Titus: Well, I dont mean to be nosey, but I read your application. It seems to me that you want this pretty bad.
Sam: I do.
Titus: Well, thats not good enough. Its not enough to want something Sam. You dont just get a hamburger because you want it. You get it because you get up and you drive to get it.
Sam: I dont understand, Im here. I took action; I made an effort to come out here and compete. What are you trying to say?
Titus smirks and then continues.
Titus: You wrote on your application that your primary source of income was from your dad, and that if you ever wanted to you could go work in the oil business. It sounds to me like you dont need this business Sam; you want it, and thats your problem. You can want the hamburger and go get it, but that doesnt mean you need it; your kitchen is stocked with food.
Sam eyes widen as he stares at the floor; Titus now has his complete attention.
Titus: You know if you fail here, that you can always fall back on your dads promises. It isnt make it or break it for you Sam, and thats your problem. You know that if you dont get that hamburger that you will still find something to eat in your house
My advice for you Sam is that before you come back, you make sure that wrestling isnt just a dream for you, but a need. Make sure you clear your entire kitchen before you go after the hamburger.
Titus stands up and pats Sam on the back. He exits the locker room and leaves behind Sam Masters deep in thought.
Chris: When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became a man, I gave up childish ways...
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We open up to a scene outside in an open gravel parking lot. A shaky pan of the camera reveals a small crowd of people dressed in warm clothes as feathered snow flakes fall from a light-gray sky. In the distance, a banner can be seen hanging over a stage. It reads, All or Nothing 2013 Fan Fest. The camera pans some more until we set our sights on WZCW Interviewer and Announcer, Johnny Klamor, standing next to the lovely Rebecca Serra. Klamor is swaddled in layers of fabric as he tucks his hands inside his arm pits for warmth. Serra has on a pair of fuzzy brown earmuffs to match her cute winter-esque coat. Her cheeks are rosy and her nose his red as she looks around the parking lot in a rabbit-like fashion.
Klamor: How is it that we get stuck with doing fan Q&A in the cold? Where is Kensworth for this type of thing?
Serra smiles at the grumpy old man.
Serra: Come on, you know that Kensworth is the most popular interviewer during PPV time. Besides, we are a team. "Aftershock fo lyfe", remember?
Klamor: Bah! How that guy gets more requests and assignments than me is astonishing. Baffling I tell you!
Serra: Maybe you should try being a little nicer.
Klamor: Yeah yeah, you and I both know that everyone only requests Kensworth because he throws them the softballs. They cant handle the curves that I pitch!
Serra just smiles as Klamor tucks his head in like a turtle as he clinches his body more tightly in order to stay warm. Serra begins looking out at the crowd again as she looks for potential candidates to be interviewed for a fan feature going up on WZCW.com about the upcoming All or Nothing Pay-Per-View.
Suddenly, a screeching sound invades the airwaves and causes everyone in the crowd plugging their ears. It quickly vanishes and Serra looks up to discover the source. She looks over at the stage, but sees no one of interest. A tapping of a microphone can be heard as she turns her head and spies the culprit. She squints her eyes to make sure she is actually seeing what is in front of her.
Serra: Johnny, is that Chris?
Klamor looks annoyed as he turns and stares off into the direction where Serra is looking.
Klamor: What the hell is he doing out here?
Serra and Klamor share a confused look before Serra breaks out into a run towards the commotion. Klamor hobbles behind her. A small cluster of people have begun to form around the man Serra thinks is Chris. Upon getting closer, her speculations are confirmed. There he is, the self-proclaimed savior of WZCW.
He is standing on what appears to be a wooden crate as he tinkers with the head of a microphone that rest upon an elevated stand to meet his lips. Serra cocks an eyebrow in curiosity as he positions herself in the front layer of the crowd surrounding Chris. Klamor finally catches up behind her. Words are muttered underneath falling flakes of snow until a charismatic tone shushes them all into a silence.
Chris: Dont misunderstand why I have come. I did not come to abolish the law of heroes. No, I came to accomplish their purpose. Their true purpose...
Chris peers out over the small crowd. We see that he is appropriately dressed for the cold weather by bearing a nice charcoal-gray coat with a black scarf to headline his wardrobe.
Chris: There is not a single doubt in my mind that the heroes of the past had only good intentions in their beginnings. However, like most good men, they forgot what their goal was along their journey and were overcame with invasions of pride and greed.
Chris creates a circulation with his hands as if he is summoning a ball of energy.
Chris: And in that, a false doctrine was created...
Not a single man would pick up his cross and bear the true purpose of a hero. They would watch from afar as the poor became poorer and the rich became richer. Heroes sat by as men were attacked and persecuted; rings were flogged while the weak was crushed. Do you call these men who sit idly by with a turned ear in hopes of their own desires a hero"?
Chris extends out his arms and hands in the air.
Chris: What say you WZCW Universe?!
Chris leers out at the people as they exchange timid looks between each other. We see Serra look back at Klamor, but neither of them know what to say. Chris smirks after a few seconds pass without a single response. He lowers his arms.
Chris: Let me tell you all here a story about the one who comes to abolish all sin from WZCW. Let me tell you about the one who ranks higher than just a mere hero.
Serra: Puh-lease.
Serra mutters under her breath, but a soft nudge from Klamor forces her to be quiet.
Chris: In the beginning, there were the gods of WZCW. They deemed WZCW worthy to be created and set forth a motion that would quickly spark a worldwide phenomenon. A roster had to be assembled. There were those that were face; who projected purity.
Chris holds up one hand as if he is holding a circular object.
Chris: Then the heels came...
Chris holds up his other hand.
Chris: And with that, the first heel brought the opposing force of purity; that which is known as evil.
Chris looks up at the hand which is representing evil.
Chris: Since June 21, 2007, the debut episode of WZCW, a war was waged between the two. Sometimes purity would win, and then other times evil would. Battles between the two produced fickle outcomes. However, as years went by, there was a distinct advantage in favor of evil.
RWO, Vengeance, and then Ty Burna...
Chris lowers the hand representing good.
Chris: Until finally, evil peaked its roaring head in WZCW by taking complete control. At first, it was only a small stable taking out WZCW legends...
Where were the heroes?
Then it was half of the company in the hands of a chaotic mad man...
Where were the heroes?
Finally! It was complete control at Kingdom Come IV whenever Ty Burna won out Vance Batemans half of WZCW and owned the company in full!
Where were the heroes?
Well!
Chris pauses.
Chris: Ill tell you where they were at. They were out fighting over pointless masks. They were ought stopping King for a Day cash-ins for selfish reasons. They were out competing for world titles and losing them to men who spend their spare time naked in mud saunas in-between wrestling shows...
Serra appears to be speaking up, but Klamor grabs her arm and shushes her.
Chris: All the while, WZCW was crumbling and decaying... Hope was barely existent and Ty Burna had a vice grip on the entire world of professional wrestling.
Chris looks out at the people.
Chris: Where was your hero?
Chris pauses and looks down at the black gravel that is blanketed with soft snow. He then looks back up with glazed eyes.
Chris: He was as far away as he possibly could be. But there was a man who was willing to bear a cross... There was a man willing to take the mental and physical punishment that came with saving the company for every human being. There was man who was willing to serve the true purpose of purity.
Chris pauses.
Chris: For you see, without the shedding of blood, there is no remission of sins.
Chris rubs his chin as he steps down from the wooden crate. He begins walking around the inner circle of the crowd.
Chris: This man was much like all of you.
He points out to the people.
Chris: For months he was tempted by the great evil, Ty Burna. He was promised everything of the world if only he would bend and do as he was told.
Chris shakes his head no.
Chris: But this man would not give in so feebly like the false heroes. He diligently put forth every ounce of his being (mind, body, and spirit) into seeing the destruction of evil come about. Even if it meant bearing the weight of unthinkable punishment.
Chris steps into the center of the crowd. He positions himself just a few steps in front of his microphone. He rolls up the sleeves of his gray coat and holds out his arms in front of him for all toe see. The camera zooms in and we see very visible red scars on his wrists from whenever he was bound and crucified on the chaos symbol by Ty Burna and the Apostles of CHaos. Chris closes his eyes as he allows the people to look at his wrists.
Chris: But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.
Chris seems very moved by his own words and a chilling silence circumferences the small crowd.
Chris: I am the way, the truth, and the life. Only through me was Ty Burna destroyed and the captive WZCW was set free.
Chris opens his eyes.
Chris: You people didnt need a hero.
Chris smiles innocently.
Chris: You needed a savior. I am that savior...
An uncomfortable chatter breaks out in the crowd over the sacrilegious claims from Chris K.O. Serra watches as Chris climbs back up onto the crate. She turns her head to speak to Klamor.
Serra: This guy is nuts-
Chris: I said a lot of things on the ending of Aftershock 18.
Chris is now back on the wooden crate with his lips pressed against the microphone.
Chris: Most of which was directed at the hero, Titus. You see, I shared most of my thoughts with the masses. Because unlike Titus, I see no reason to whisper in the ear of Leon Kensworth about his shortcomings. However, I am aware that even as I speak, he is most likely out there mustering up every script he can to produce a Hollywood-esque promo about me and feel you more false doctrine. Therefore, allow me to warn all of you here. So listen closely.
Chris pauses.
Chris: False heroes will arise and perform signs and wonders, to lead astray, if possible, the elect. The elect being you, WZCW Universe. I have no shame in calling Titus for what he is: a false hero and failed archetype. From Everest to The Angel, Titus has never cared about avenging the broken. From day one, he has only cared about one thing; gold. And the love of gold is the root of all evil. Golden globes and World Titles will only take him so far. Eventually, they will all perish and he will be left with nothing but his guilt.
Chris holds up his fist.
Chris: But I am kind and I am merciful. I will save Titus just like I did with all of you. I will save Titus from his own self. He will no longer have to live with his sin.
Chris pulls out the white arm sleeve that he usually wears during his matches. He then proceeds to slide it on his right arm.
Chris: I will purify him by way of The Sword.
Klamor: Amen!
A lot of people in the crowd stare at Klamor, who looks annoyed by the attention he is receiving. Chris just looks at his right arm with a delightful smile. The camera goes black.
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8 Months Ago
We begin the scene with a knocking on a door.
???: Ah, come in.
The door opens up and we are treated to a small room with terracotta walls. A few candlesticks are perched around the room and it appears that a television set rest towards the back wall. In the center is a single chair that faces the television. A woman steps into the room and closes the door behind her. She is not alone. Two men stand up against opposite walls inside of the room. One is standing right next to a candlestick, while the other favors the shadows. The one standing next to candlelight has a blue sweater on with black pants underneath. He appears to have a red scar upon his cheek. He addresses the woman.
???: Juliet, thank you for coming. Please sit.
The woman known as Juliet looks at the chair in the center of the room and then looks over at the man in the shadows. She hesitates, but then proceeds to take a seat.
Juliet: Yes, Ethan.
She sits down and the man known as Ethan holds out what appears to be a remote control. He clicks a button on it.
Ethan: Watch, please.
The screen turns on. We hear screams from a woman on the screen as a bloody face appears on the screen. It quickly becomes evident that the footage is from Ascension 49 whenever The Apostles of Chaos strapped Chris to the chaos symbol and crucified him. The woman in the chair watches for a few seconds, but then turns her head in disgust.
Ethan pauses the footage.
Juliet: Why are you making me watch this?
Ethan walks over to Juliet.
Ethan: Do you recognize the man on the screen?
Juliet slowly looks back the screen and she sees the still shot of Chris bloody face. She gasps and hops out of her seat. Her eyes begin to get watery as she runs up to the screen and rubs it.
Juliet: I dont believe it!
Ethan: I needed to show you that your sacrifice was not in vain. The prophecy has been fulfilled.
Juliet begins to weep.
Juliet: Are we going to reach out to him? He needs to know.
Ethan: Not yet Juliet. But in time I promise. Regula will be watching over him for the time being. You have nothing to worry about.
The man from the shadow steps into the light. We see him wearing a brown raincoat and a brown rain hat. Under his hat is a black and white mask. Tears continue to stream down Juliets face. Ethan turns off the television, and Juliet reacts as if she would give anything for one more glimpse.
Ethan: Come now, we must prepare for what is to come. We must prepare for your son.
Ethan holds out his hand to Juliet. The last shot we get is of Juliet looking at Ethan with tears rolling down her cheeks. The camera fades out.