To be or not to be? That is the question.
-By Hamlet from William Shakespeares Hamlet.
The scene opens up to the inside of a large stadium. A smoky aura sifts through the air as several stadium workers push straw brooms down isles between rows of seats. Every worker is wearing a neon green shirt with the word
STAFF printed boldly on the back of it. The text on the shirt is matched by a pair of black slacks and dress shoes.
Below them all are dozens of men in shadowed garments; shirts and jeans, nothing too formal. They are dissembling a wrestling ring and raveling up wires that are strung across the floor. They chit chat amongst each other and enjoy one anothers company as they mask the laborious task with joy. A war had been raged inside of this arena, and these men have come along to pick up the debris. Suddenly, a familiar voice is heard over the scene.
The camera turns away from the working men and looks up at glass skybox that is tucked inside the middle section of the stadium seating. The camera zooms in and we see a curious man looking out from the inside of the transmuted sand. The shot shifts and we now see
Chris K.O. close up as he looks outside the skybox and down at the ring workers.
His attire is something queer to what we usually see him wearing. Gone is the red suit coat that kept him warm on previous occasions. Gone are the tattered dark-blue faded jeans and accompanied sandals. His attire has been traded out for a black pinstriped suit. His suit coat is casually unbuttoned with a black tie hanging from his neck like a freelance pendulum. His hair is elegantly disheveled.
Chris: Look at them. The dogs of the trade, man. An entire ecosystem coursing through the backstage of the WZCW locker-room that will never get the recognition that they rightfully deserve.
Almost makes you sick, huh?
Chris looks over at the camera as he grows a half-smirk. He turns around from the camera as he begins walking towards a small section of seats that are facing a giant projector screen. The camera hesitates and glimpses down once more at the ring workers. We see several men folding up a banner. The Kingdom Come IV logo illuminates proudly as it disappears into the creases.
The camera man turns around and begins walking towards the direction of Chris.
Chris: Go ahead and sit a couple seats away from me. That way the camera isnt too close.
The camera nods as its holder positions itself a couple seats away from Chris, on the front row of a small theatre setting inside of the skybox. The camera looks at Chris as he pulls out a silver remote from underneath his seat. He wiggles it in the air as he looks at the camera.
Chris: I bet the entire world is buzzing with questions right now. Wondering what to make of everything that happened tonight. I bet a lot of them want questions from me in particular.
Chris turns away from the camera and looks down at the crimson colored carpet that blankets the floor of the skybox. He licks the roof of his mouth as he collects his thoughts.
Chris: Every story has a beginning. So thats where we need to start.
Chris raises the remote and presses the power button. The projector screen illuminates as we see an unclothed baby in a diaper. He is sitting peacefully on a blanket as he bangs a tiny rattle on the ground. Drool is escaping from his mouth and over coats his small chest. Suddenly, the screen pauses. The camera looks at Chris, who laughs quietly to himself.
Chris: Sorry, thats a little too early.
Chris smiles off the embarrassment as he presses the fast forward button on the remote. The camera man turns to the screen as a scene begins to unfold.
We see Chris alongside Celeste Crimson as she is being moved by stretcher backstage on the night of the Lethal Lottery. The scene is silent as Celeste hands Chris an envelope and speaks to him. Chris chimes in as the footage plays.
Chris: You see, a lot of people were able conclude that Celeste gave me her Lethal Lottery number that night. That theory was proven right whenever I entered the match, despite not claiming victory in the EurAsian Title match that never even happened. What a lot of people dont know, is that Celeste inserted more than just her Lottery number inside of that envelope.
The footage shows Chris inside of an empty locker-room as he opens the envelope that Celeste gave him. He pulls out the lottery number and is surprised to find it in there. He sets the lottery number down as he notices that something else is tucked inside of the envelope. He reaches inside and pulls out a piece of medical bandage tape.
Chris: Celeste used her own blood to etch down the name of her attacker on a piece of medical bandage tape.
The footage shows Chris unraveling the tape and suddenly his eyes grow wide from shock. He double takes a shot of the tape as his face slowly grows enraged. He smashes the medical tape inside of his hands and stands up in a jolt. The shot shows him exiting the room as Chris speaks up.
Chris: From then, well everyone pretty much knows that part of the story.
Footage of Chris in the Lethal Lottery is shown as he speaks over the video.
Chris: I came in as a ball of emotions. I didnt know how I should handle everything inside of me. The best thing that probably could of happen to me was when Barbosa threw me over the top rope.
The video shows Chris being tossed over along with Dr. Alhazred.
Chris: At the time I was furious, but in reality I truly needed time to think
to plan. So, I went to the only place where I knew I would be alone. The one place that reminded me why I needed to do what I needed to do.
The video shot transitions to a parked car in a driveway. In the distance, is Chris fumbling through a set of keys as he stands at the doorway of the Apostles parsonage. The yard of the location is blistering with weeds and unknown fungi; clearly showing signs of being unkempt. The parsonage itself is as decrepit as ever. The faded grey shingles provide a top hat for the dry cobblestone that now houses cobwebs within its cracks.
Chris finally isolates a key from his bundle and he ignites the lock of the door and slowly pushes it ajar. The light from outside provides a cool shade amongst the darkness. Chris steps into the place he once called home. Each step is mocked by a creaking sound that echoes through out the empty house. He slowly makes his way down the unlit hallway as he approaches a panel of switches. He flicks a switch, but no light shines from above. At this time, Chris opts to pull out his cell phone and use the radiance of the screen as his only source of illumination.
Chris: It was a place where great minds gathered. Yes, Ty was the mastermind, but something spurred underneath him. Behind every great man in power is a strong underlining force that supports him from the bottom.
The footage shows Chris walking past the study room. Chris shines his light in as we see the book cases covered in cobwebs. Chris stares at the desk and chair that lies underneath a blanket of dust within the center of the room. We see a ghastly image of Chris reading The Death of Salesman, but it quickly evaporates into the onyx rim of the room.
Chris pauses for a moment, but presses on. We see him slowly ascend the flight of stairs within the house. His arm slowly slides up the railing as dust collects underneath his palm. As he walks up the stairs, he passes through another vapor image of Chris, as he sits sulking on top of the stairs, staring down into the living room. The impact from the actual Chris causes the image to vanish.
Chris: Memories are not simply revisited in ones mind.
We see Chris stop at a door in the upstairs hallway. He turns the door knob and opens it. The room is a mess, but the gadgets and gizmos that are strung across the room suggest that it belonged to Mister Alhazred, formerly known as Dr. Alhazred.
Chris: Alhazred didnt have much reason to stick around the house after I started bumming it out in hotel rooms. He thought his van might be a better place of residence. I hadnt talked to him much since James left. Speaking of which
The video shows Chris leaving Alhazreds old room and stepping up to another door. The door itself is ajar, as Chris pushes it fully open. The room seems fairly normal as the bed is made and several trinkets decorate the wall. Clothes hang inside an open closet on other side of the room as Chris examines the internal structure via his cell phone light. An accumulation of dust and cobwebs seem to be the only addition since Chris last saw the room.
Chris: He never came back for his stuff after Ty deemed unworthy. Alhazred is a cool guy and all, but James and I really connected. Hell, we started this whole thing before Ty decided to stick his brand label on it. *Chris laughs to himself inside of the skybox*
We transition to a shot from the camera man as we look at Chris in his seat. Chris looks over at the camera.
Chris: But, If I had to be honest. I didnt come back to see the parsonage itself. Dont get me wrong. The thought of James and Alhazred really fueled me up, but ultimately their stories were none of my concern. What I really came to see was this. *Chris points at the screen as the camera turns to look*
The video footage is now showing Chris as he descends down a flight of stone steps. An aura of light surrounds his presence as he slowly makes his way down the cemented stairs. He finally reaches the bottom as he extends his hand out for something on the wall.
*flick*
Auburn lights begin to capture the room as the area is revealed as the parsonages catacomb. Dozens of stone tombs fill the open crypt that Chris and James used before their tag-team match at Unscripted. How ironic that the lights worked amongst the dead, thought Chris.
He begins to greet each stone tomb by the tips of his fingers, slowly creating pure lines of grey as he wipes away the enrapturing dust that coats the stone structures. He strolls amongst the dead as he walks aloof in the quiet catacomb. Until he finally spots what he is looking for. He slowly positioned himself in between two stone tombs on the far end of the room. He looks down at one of the two graves as he slowly raises his fingers to his lips. A gentle breeze comes from his mouth as he expells the dust from his finger tips. With an echoing slam, his palm lands firmly atop of the stone basin. With one faint swoop, he smears away a collection of dust and reveals a familiar white chalk. The name Everest remained atop of the casket from all those months ago. Chris face slowly begins to show signs of remorse as he smears away the rest of the dust around the name. It was himself who had gifted the casket to Everests name. Chris begins to speak out loud inside of the catacombs.
Chris: What a childish fool I was. A legend killer who flopped after a month of being under Tys leash.
Chris bares a faint smile as he turns to the other tomb. He uses his other hand to wipe away the dust and reveals Brad Bomb on top of the casket.
Chris: James and I set forth to bury those two men, but yet they still walk amongst us. What did we accomplish? What were we trying to even accomplish? I know it must of have been meaningless if I cant even remember it now. I-
The sound of footsteps immediately stop Chris in his speech as he turns toward the figure that now descends the stairs. He is somewhat relieved whenever he sees that is
Ian Crawford.
Chris: Ian.
Ian finally makes his way to the bottom of the steps as he walks towards the center of the catacomb.
Ian: Chris.
Chris steps forward as the two of them meet in the middle, with a lone tomb separating them both. They stand on opposite sides as they look at each other with a silent stare.
Ian: I am sorry for your loss Christopher.
Ian pushes up his glasses on his nose as he looks on at Chris, who casually scratches the back of his head.
Chris: Thanks, Ian, but if it is all the same to you, I prefer that my father be omitted from future conversations.
Ian: Understood.
Chris: Are you here on business?
Ian: Sort of. You would be delighted to know that you will be facing Black Dragon at the upcoming Ascension. Ty was initially very angry with your no-show at the Lethal Lottery. However, his mood changed after winning the Lottery match itself and opted to place you in a rematch with the EurAsian title once again being up for grabs. Losing is not an option this time around.
Chris: Black Dragon
Chris turns away from Ian as he walks over to the stone walls of the catacomb. A stone knight is etched onto the wall with a shield in hand.
Chris: Yes
Two times now, isnt it? Not counting the no-show at the Lethal Lottery of course. Ive lost to this man twice in one-on-one combat. The first as someone who fights for good, and the second as someone who fights for evil. Now, I dont know really what I am fighting for.
Chris extends his hand out as he rubs the engraved creases of the shield.
Chris: Why a dragon? Is there some significance there or does it pertain to some hidden lore that is tucked into his youth. A dragon has the most intimidating roar of any creature, but yet this man doesnt speak a word to the public ear. Why choose such a mythical being as ones symbol?
Chris pulls his hand away from the shield as he rubs his chin.
Chris: I have come to respect his work in the ring, but I cant help but feel that something is strange about his methods. Yes, he did best Blade, beguile Beckford, and wreak havoc on Hammond, but what is his purpose? Can he truly fulfill that without even muttering a word? Or is there some selfish gain that is kept hidden?
Not only that, but I find it hard to believe that Bateman would allow such a match on Ascension. Surely, he would want to refrain from giving the Apostles any type of chance at WZCW gold. This can only mean that Dragon insisted on it.
Ian: Was your first match not with Black Dragon?
Chris: Yes, and he got the best of me. His mask provided a healthy cover for his maturity in the ring. Funny to think that we are now the only two men from our recruiting class. No more large elephants or creepy dads with bats. Just a dragon and a man. He seems to be more enamored with our conjoined fate than I do with him.
Chris turns to face Ian, as he begins to step back to the center tomb.
Chris: You know, dragons are fierce creatures. They cannot be slain by a simple sword, or deflected by chain mail or a shield. Medieval lore often portray them as supernatural beasts that defile many attempts at their head.
Chris stops as he reaches the tomb that he was at before. Ian looks at him.
Ian: So, how does one beat a dragon?
Chris: I dont know.
Ian is taken back at this response.
Chris: The last few fights that I have been in have been failures for me. I claimed to know how to best my opponent, but I learned that pride got me no where.
Chris leans over the tomb as he smirks with his head down.
Chris: What happens whenever a man faces a dragon? Can he even win? Two times prior say no and I dont have a lot of momentum going for me, but Ill be damned if thats going to stop me.
This is a trial.
A test.
Because beyond the dragon is even fowler beast.
But If I cant slay a dragon, then how can I ever slay the one beyond him?
Ian: What are you talking about Chris?
Chris smiles as he looks up from his hunched over position.
Chris: Can you keep a secret Ian?
Ian doesnt respond, but Chris reaches into his pocket anyway. Ian watches him as Chris unravels what appears to be medical tape.
Chris: On this bandage, is the name of the man I plan to ultimately destroy. Everything I do from here on out, is all to prepare for him.
Ian: Chri-
Chris slams down the bandage on the tomb and smoothes out the creases. The name Ty Burna is written in blood on the bandage as Ian steps back.
Ian: I work directly for Ty, Chris. He trust me with everything he owns. What makes you think that I wont turn this in to him?
Chris turns away from Ian.
Chris: Then why are you here?
Ians mouth opens to respond, but no words come out.
Chris: I need your help Ian. A random in-ring assault wont do anything. No, Ty has to be taken down internally. The beast must be killed from within.
Ian still cant speak as his mouth remains ajar.
Chris: I plan on remaining under his hand until I feel the time is right.
Chris turns back around to look at Ian.
Chris: Im going to win the EurAsian championship on Ascension. Not because I have some blood feud with Black Dragon or because I am seeking the EurAsian championship. Im sorry, but I cannot create dispute where it does not lie in my heart. No, Im going to win simply because it gets me one step closer to my goal.
One step closer to slaying the beast.
I need to know, are you with me?
Chris extends his hand over the tomb. The bandage with Ty Burna written on it lies directly below the hand gesture. We see Ian, with sweat forming on his brow. The man who is usually extremely professional is now perspiring a storm. We get a shot of Chris extended hand as the footage pauses.
The camera man sitting inside of the skybox jerks towards Chris as he holds the remote in his hand.
Chris: Sorry, bathroom break!
Chris gives a cheesy smile as the camera nods and then goes black.