Redemption: Ty Burna vs. Chris K.O. - Casket Match

[Ty Burna]

The most dominating stable in WZCW history has reached its final chapter as the Master of Chaos and Owner of WZCW, Ty Burna, squares off against his former right hand man and the self-proclaimed White Knight, Chris K.O. The stakes couldn't be higher in this match as both men are putting up something priceless in value: if Ty wins, he gains the Ouija Scroll back from K.O; if Chris wins, Ty will be forced to leave his position of power. Possessions won't be the only thing wagered in this contest as only one man will be walking out of Redemption as the only way to win is by locking your opponent in a casket.

Blood will no doubt be flowing by the end of this match, where the winner will need to be carried out on a stretcher and won't be the same wrestler as he once was. K.O. is the last saving grace for WZCW: can he defeat his former mentor, master and friend to regain the peace? Or will the sadistic and vicious Ty Burna have one more trick up his sleeve to retain his power as complete owner, plunging the company into total Chaos and darkness?

Deadline is Wednesday, July 25th at 11:59 PM Central Time.​

 

[Kermit]

"The end is near, the legend must die."
-Chris K.O.​

A bright blue overture oversees this portion of the Bible Belt of America. It is here where you will see the waving fields of amber wheat that is memorialized in our nation's secondary song. They are tucked in rows inside the hills of good ole' Oklahoma. This is where fantasy meets reality; this is where music is made.

Like Grecian pillars, here stand proud white-washed wind-powered towers of vast multitude. They are turning, always turning. They are caught in the never-ceasing whirlpool of winds that dominate the air of the middle-south. Down below, isolated form society and within a gap of wheat is a determined man. The first shot is rather unconventional of our hero, but we get a close-up on his exposed biceps. His skin glows like smooth caramel as beads of sweat, which are caught in the sun’s gaze, bedazzle up his silky arm. Like stones caught in the middle of a meadow, so are the drops of sweat in-between his golden arm hairs.

Gone is the newly acquired tailor-made suit that came along with his stolen wealth. Now, his chiseled torso fountains out of a pair of cut-off jean shorts. The strands of torn denim tickle his thighs as his calves bust out in a sign of tension. A lot of force is going into the movement of our hero's body.

An unprecedented accessory accompanies his face on this special occasion. A pair of shaded shields covers his eyes. They take the form of aviator sun-glasses. Which begs the question: Is he a cool-cat or just a douche-bag? The latter being the negative stigma that former, and current, occupants of such eye wear has been associated with. Our hero seems to have shaken off this unfortunate impulsive comparison. He is as cool as any other feline can be, and maybe he still is a little bit of a douche-bag, maybe.

From head to toe, we see our hero. From his aviator sun-glasses to a pair of brown-leather hiking boots that grace his working feet. In his hands is a tool. A tool that is dictating his body's actions. It tells him when to bend, and tells him when to push. What is this tool? A shovel. What is he doing? Digging. Who is our hero? Chris K.O.

Chris: Damn, it is hot!

Chris sighs miserably as he clutches the top of the shovel's stem and plunges it into the patch of Earth that he has disturbed with his petulant digging. He plants his hand on the outer rim of the three-foot hole that he has achieved and lifts himself up into a sitting position. His feet dangle towards the inner-Earth as he uses his two arms as kickstands for his throbbing body.

Chris: I could sure go for a glass of scotch right now, eh Yorick?

The camera pans across the hole from where Chris is and we see a human skull resting in the grass. Amidst his digging escapades, Chris had managed to find the skull in the second foot layer of his ground work. Either to calm his nerves about finding a human skull, or to just create company in the empty field, he decided to bestow the name Yorick unto the skull. Chris had spent several minutes sharing information with Yorick, and now he felt as though the two of them were friends. Good enough friends that Chris could begin to spill more intimate details about his life. All the things that he could only tell to someone who had an eternity to listen. Yorick was the rightful occupant of such a title.

Chris hops off of the hole's ledge and grips the shovel he had previously stuck into the dirt. It is time to dig. Not just into the dirt, but into his mind. Nearly a year of turmoil is about to be breached. With two hands, Chris sends the spade of the shovel into the soil.

Chris: I first met Ty Burna the night after Meltdown 61, Yorick. I mean, I had seen Ty before and I even passed him in the backstage hallway during the very early part of my career in WZCW. Hell, I even remember sitting outside the very arena of Kingdom III, and listening to the crowd roar as Ty Burna trumped Showtime to retain the World Heavyweight Championship.

Chris stops digging for a moment, with his spade half in the dirt, and smiles at himself.

Chris: I couldn't even afford to buy a ticket to such an event back then. I was too proud to borrow money from my dad, and too childish to maintain a real job. Funny how many things can change in a year. Eh, Yorick?

We see the skull remaining motionless in the grass as Chris shoots him a small half-smirk.

Chris: But yeah, Meltdown 61 was the night.

Chris gets a mental flash-back of the night. We see him wishing Mr. Baller well after losing to Steamboat Ricky at Redemption.

Chris: I was there, finishing up my chat with Baller, whenever a piece of paper on the floor caught my eye. It was a summoning from Ty Burna himself. It was euphoric at the time. Imagine someone as low as me getting to work with the legend of chaos. Ty had just recently revealed his true dark colors, and I too began to drift away from the light. The paper led to an offer to join him in something revolutionary. I was just a kid, and he was my idol.

Chris receives another mental flash-back and we see several different shots of James King and Chris beating down WZCW wrestlers. Steamboat Ricky at Ascension 36, Everest at Ascension 37, and then Everest with Brad Bomb at Unscripted.

Chris: We were unstoppable. We were an impalpable force to all of those that opposed us. I cannot look back at the origin of the Apostles of Chaos and not think about James King.

Chris begins to dig again as he continues to speak. Sweat continues to soak his body and his aviators continue to glow underneath the sun.

Chris: You see, Ty was my mentor, but James King was my friend. I shared my thoughts, my concerns, my wins, and even a house with the man. Alas, how can a friendship stand if the foundation is built on nothing but Ty's manipulation? That was the only reason why we were truly together. We teamed not because we wanted too, but because Ty wanted us too. We created chaos not as a unit, but under a unit. All of which became more clear to me after I began to pull my mind away from Ty's mental attack.

However, even with us under his thumb, Ty still lost the World Heavyweight Championship to Big Dave at Unscripted in a Fatal Four-Way Hell in a Cell match. He repeated the same ending action in a singles match the next night. But what happens whenever you take a toy from a spoiled brat? He will scream and do anything in his power to get it back. So he screamed a little louder and made his range of power even bigger.

Chris gets a mental flash-back to the night of Meltdown Madness on Meltdown 67. We see Ty revealing that he purchased the other half of the WZCW.

Chris: Four feet. Now we descend into darkness.

The sound of a shovel smashing into dirt cuts through the small moment of silence that over coated the mental flash-back.

Chris: Ty had already sucked in Dr. Alhazred, but now any and every heel in the WZCW was willing to get their hands dirty for a little kick-back from co-owner Ty. Some were more manipulated than most, but I have to hand it the one who played Ty more than any other. Ty's "pet", Barbosa.

Like dirty sex-buddies, the two of them pleasured each other with acts of evil. Barbosa would disrupt such and such, and Ty would pull so and so strings. Despite the perceived leash that everyone believed that Ty had on Barbosa, I think looking back would reveal how much Barbosa took from Ty and gave back so little. But I guess I know now that Ty was never really good with keeping tabs, otherwise I wouldn't be sipping on glasses of thousand dollar wines that were bought with his money, or sleeping at the peak of the Marigold with fine-silk sheets.

Chris takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow as he exhales a ball of hot vapor from his dry mouth. This quirks an idea into his dripping head. He reaches for a half-drank bottle of water that is resting outside the pit and proceeds to guzzle down the remaining liquid to the point of a few ounces. Chris stops and tries to be courteous to his guest.

Chris: Want some?

Chris leans the top of the bottle towards Yorick, but his stone-cold nature gives signal that he will have none of it.

Chris: Alright, if you are sure.

Chris caps the bottle and preserves what is left for later.

Chris: Ty's destructive path towards what he lost left many drowning in the wake of his selfishness. Especially me. Ty's manipulation of my path damaged more than just my little world in WZCW. I wish things could of just stayed confined inside of WZCW. Sometimes it was physical...

A mental flash-back shows Ty urging Chris to seek the EurAsian title just as he did. We cut to Chris flying into the electrical pit at Ascension 45 in the Empty Arena Match for the EurAsain Championship. It cuts again to a shot of Chris in the hospital with surgery being done on his arm, then to a shot of him in physical therapy with his face in pain, and then finally a shot of the huge scar on his arm.

Chris rubs his left arm, where the scar is located.

Chris: Other times it was mental...

A mental-flashback appears again and we see Chris looking at Celeste Crimson and seeing his mother's face in hers. We cut to a shot of him looking down at her damaged body at the Lethal Lottery. We then see Chris screaming as he is handcuffed to the ring post as he watches Ty destroy Celeste at Meltdown 70.

Chris rubs the sides of his head as he looks down at the ground.

Chris: And then, it was too much to handle...

The mental flash-back begins and we see several scenarios where Ty is instructing Chris on what to do. We then cut to a shot of Chris' cell phone with several missed calls from his father. Finally, we cut to a shot of Chris walking into the hospital room where his father laid dying. We see Chris break down sobbing as he watches his father slowly pass away.

Chris removes his aviators as he wipes the tears away that seem to have been accumulating in the corners of his eyes. Chris takes a moment, but then puts his glasses back on and continues to dig.

Chris: So, I tipped. I tipped to the other side Yorick. I found myself on the outside looking in. Everything became much clearer after I fell into the other side. The side of the light. In a moment of chance, Ty won the Lethal Lottery and rekindled his fixation for the World Heavyweight Title. That fixation was enough distraction for me to begin my work.

Another flash-back shows Ian and Chris shaking hands. We see Chris marking Ty's name on the stone-tomb in the parsonage catacomb. We cut to a shot of Ian at a computer as he liquidates Ty's accounts. We begin to dive into a flash-back of Chris and Arianna in the rain, but it suddenly fizzles out.

Chris: Have you ever been in love Yorick?

We see the skull still sitting there as Chris chuckles to himself.

Chris: Love will make you do some crazy things.

We see several shots of intimate moments shared between Chris and Arianna. All of these including their first in the rain, at a food court, in a hotel room, in a janitor closet, and then finally we see Chris with a ball-gag in his mouth.

Chris looks over at Yorick.

Chris: Crazy things.

Chris smiles at himself as he continues digging. But slowly, like the lowering of a curtain after a poorly-done show, his lips fall into a frown.

Chris: Some times plans don't work out.

We see S.H.I.T. covering Celeste at Kingdom Come IV and then a shot of Ty announcing that he owns WZCW fully.

Chris: And some times, love hurts.

We see Chris and Arianna strapped to the chaos symbol as it dangles above the ring at the end of Ascension 49. We see Chris' head bloodied as Arianna cries out in terror.

We see a discomforting look on Chris’ face as he stops digging for a moment. He hesitates as he looks down at the tool in his hand.

Chris: But you can't stop.

Chris begins to dig again.

We cut to another flash-back and see a large majority of the WZCW roster after Ascension 49. We see them helping Chris and Arianna off the chaos symbol. We see them helping Chris up the ramp as he stumbles with his blood-red mask.

Chris: You have to rebuild.

Chris begins to dig faster.

We see Ian showing Chris the Marigold and then cut to a shot of Chris enduring a tough workout in the gym floor of the hotel.

Chris: You have to reform.

Chris digs even faster now.

We see Chris putting on the White Knight helmet for the first time. We then cut to a shot of Chris and Celeste beating S.H.I.T. and James King at Meltdown 76.

A crashing sound of metal hitting dirt stops the fast-pace moment. Chris breaths heavily as he leans next to his shovel.

Chris: You have to face your fears.

We cut back and forth to shots of Chris and Ty fighting and confronting each other since Kingdom Come IV. The flash-back ends with a still shot of Ty. A hole slowly begins to burn in the middle of the shot, until we return back to the dig site.

Chris: Done.

Chris tosses the shovel out of the wide hole. The depth of which is now in par with the length of Chris' body. Chris reaches up and hoists himself up from the pit that he dug.

Chris: This will be the burial place. This is where the casket will lay.

Chris looks over at the skull on the other edge of the pit.

Chris: No, Ty has already dug his own grave. Every wrong that he has done to any good person, or even bad, in this company has accounted to a spade full of dirt. His grave is much deeper than this. His resting place is much darker. He belongs with the absence of light itself. His casket already has a home. He is just waiting for someone to come along and put him to rest.

Chris looks down into the six-foot deep grave that he spent hours digging. Chris reaches into the back of his jean's pocket and pulls out a carton of cigarettes. He shoves one into his mouth and then shuffles a lighter from his other back-pocket for the light. The carton and lighter are discarded to his side as he savors the taste of nicotine on his tongue. Chris begins to speak out of the corner of his mouth.

Chris: This grave here is a pre-caution.

Make no mistake...

I will deliver them from evil,

I will dethrone the tyrant,

I will harness the harbinger,

I will silence the legend,

I will end Ty Burna.

Chris takes a puff and then exhales a cloud of smoke.

But just incase it takes everything I have, all that I am…

I have dug my own grave.

Chris leans back and rests on the plush-green grass that waves in unison with their sister stocks of wheat. Chris lies peacefully as he tucks his hands behind his head and allows his skin to devour the fading sun. The camera slowly pans over to Yorick, and then goes black.

 

[Ty Burna]

Alone.....once again I am alone.

The feed cuts in to a picture of a windy and raining evening in an unnamed city. The camera peers down a shadowed alley, garbage can be seen strewn across the alley, a few rats passing across the screen before disappearing into the rotting buildings adjacent to the alley. The camera slowly moves into the alley, the squeaks of mice can be heard briefly before dissipating into the night. Rain falls down and drips down the camera lens, and upon reaching the end of the alley, it reveals Ty Burna sitting with his back to the concrete wall, his head lowered and his legs stretched out in front of him. A old torn hoodie can be seen covering his face, faded and worn jeans show a weathered luck while black fingerless gloves adorn his hands.

The Apostles did what I had hoped of them. They gave me peace, for however long it may be, but peace alone to escape the Harbinger. It has been so long since I have seen through my very own eyes, a chance to breathe the air once again. Everything feels so very real to me once more. The feel of the rain falling down my face, the sting of salt in my eyes, even the pain that my body currently suffers from is a welcome relief.

Ty lifts his hand up and runs it down his face, clearly this is a different man then one seen recently on television. He is calm, almost serene in nature rather then the maddening and insane ramblings of his counterpart persona. Ty closes his eyes as he leans his head back, revealing a trickle of blood trailing down from his mouth. He lifts his hand up again and wipes away the blood slowly, almost savoring the very feel of the liquid on his fingers.

I don't even know how long it's been. Years since the day I lost control, years since the Harbinger took everything from me. I've been scratching and clawing my way out of his prison, gaining the strength to fight back against the very power that first saved me, then condemned me. The horrible things the Harbinger has done in my name, I can't even imagine what it has become of those around me. Arianna......she was able to get away from the monster.

Pain suddenly flashes across his face as he realizes what's happened all happened to him as well as her, the dark realization that she will never return to his side. He grabs the sides of his head and burrows his face into his forearms, shaking his head almost violently.

No....no....no! If only I hadn't accepted his help! None of this would have happened. Arianna, she and I would still be running the streets, maybe not in the best of situations but together and happy. If only I had stopped..

Stopped who Tyrone? Me?

Ty suddenly jumps up, startled at the suddenly voice. He looks around panicked, the blood dripping from his mouth at a faster rate now. He suddenly yells out in pain as he grabs the sides of his head again, dropping down to his knees as an odd buzzing sound can be heard in the background. The walls of the building around the alleyway begin to shift and contort, slowly forming into different ruins. A blood red sky can be seen around Ty with a white crescent moon looming just overhead. The buzzing sound stops and Ty slowly pulls himself back up to his feet, his head moving back and forth in horror at his surroundings. He suddenly freezes as he looks straight ahead of him, the representation of the Harbinger now standing directly in front of Ty wearing a black and red cloak, a single gold brooch holding the clothing tight against the manifestation of Chaos. The Harbinger slowly walks towards Ty, a pale white hand withdrawing from the cloak.

Pitiful human, do you not remember why you wished for my assistance? Do you remember the dire situation you found yourself in?

I would have taken my chances against those lunatics had I know what it would cost me.

Is that so? And what would you have done? Thrown your wild haymakers while you clearly outnumbered? You would have been slaughtered, nothing more then the sacrifice you were due to become Tyrone. Now, show me some gratitude for redeeming your soul.

Redeemed my soul? You were the one that killed Ant in the first place you bastard. We would have found a way to survive and you know it!

It was me that killed your friend? No no my dear boy, I believe you have it all wrong. It was your own desire that ended your friend's life, don't you recall?

The Harbinger motions his hands forward and suddenly Ty drops down to his knees, his eyes becoming cloudy as a flashback suddenly plays.

The screen cuts to a black and white shot of a raucous party going on in a small two bedroom home. Various people can be seen dancing, drinking, smoking, your typical party. The music is muted in the background but one could tell the volume was quite high. It cuts to a younger version of Ty sitting alongside his friend Anthony and Arianna. The trio are laughing and having a good time when Ty gets up and nods to the other two before walking across the room and entering the hallway. He enters the bathroom while the camera moves back to Anthony and Arianna. The two have gotten up and begin dancing to the music, but soon find themselves pressed up against a wall just next to the hallway door. The two gaze towards each other when suddenly their lips meet. Arianna pulls back and speaks one sentence.

Ty cannot find out about this Ant, you know this.

Ant nods his head but the camera cuts across to the backside of the wall, Ty can be seen leaning against the wall, his arms crossed as he hears the two conversing right behind him. He shakes his head and suddenly grabs his fitted cap off his head and tosses it down the hallway as the scene fades away.

It was your jealousy Tyrone, not my own enjoyment that lead us to deciding Anthony's fate.

Ty has his head lowered, tears suddenly streaming from his eyes as he realizes what the Harbinger says may be right. The worse realization sets in, he was the one in control the whole time, the Harbinger was merely his scapegoat for what his own selfish wants were.

This can't be right. Ant was my closest homie. Why would I kill him over that?

Arianna was to be yours and yours only Tyrone. You were the one who saved and protected her. You were the one always there for her, and in the end she chose another. Does this not sound familiar?

Ty suddenly looks up, anger now on his face yet the tears continue to stream. He yells out though there is no unnatural tone to his voice, merely the anger and pain of a man who has seen his own life destroyed by his own hands, or so he believes. He lowers his head again, his breathing heavy and ragged as he tries to regain control.

Chris K.O.

The Harbinger smirks and nods his head, his arms crossing as he gazes down at the poor soul in his captivity.

Yes Tyrone. Now you realize exactly what is at stake. She was mi....yours Tyrone. She was by your side, and what happens? Chris K.O. just like Anthony did turned his back on you and took her away from you. She was our Queen, the one blossom in the field of death that you walk through everyday, plucked and cast into the wind by someone I trusted. Does that make you want to hurt him Tyrone? Or would you rather sit here and wallow in your own despair at your failings yet again?

Ty suddenly stands up and grabs hold of the Harbinger, his hand wrapped around his neck. The Harbinger has no time to react, surprised by the strength of the mere human. Ty stares dead into the Harbinger's eyes, a look of hatred burning in Ty's eyes.

Enough of your games Harbinger. You no longer have control over me, you fight to keep control as we speak, but little by little it weakens doesn't it?

Foolish boy, my power is all encompassing! One snap of my fingers and you will find yourself locked away yet again in the abyss of your own mind!

Then why haven't you done so already? Is it because you know that you are at your most vulnerable now? You gave up your one ace in the hole, the Ouija Scroll and now it has backfired. What will become of you now Harbinger? Your physical connection to this world and the power you wield is in grave danger isn't it? Isn't it Harbinger?

The Harbinger does not speak, the smirk on his face disappearing as Ty speaks truths the Harbinger dare not contemplate.

Answer me damn it!

Y...yes. I grow weaker every day so long as one such as Chris K.O. possesses the scroll. I feel my grip on this world slowly waning with each passing moment. Are you happy?

Ty suddenly connects with a hard right hook, sending the Harbinger flying backwards. Ty slowly walks up as the Harbinger covers his face, the youthful face of Ty suddenly changing to that of an older man, his hair grayed and fraying as he struggles to sit up, his bottom lip trembling as Ty hovers over him.

I will assist you.

Wh....what?!

You need the scroll back? I need Arianna back. I cannot do it without you unfortunately. Chris needs to suffer for what he's done. I have lost her twice before Harbinger, I will not lose her again! Do you understand me!?

The Harbinger stares up at Ty who now holds his hand out. The Harbinger looks down at the hand before gripping it firmly, pulling himself back up with Ty's aid. A dark look forms on Ty's face as he makes the proverbial deal with the devil, the soul who's very existence has been the bane of his for so long. The Harbinger suddenly smirks and soon his face returns to its original youthful look, mimicking Ty's face to perfection.

Excellent, I know you would see things my way Tyrone. It is only natural for your own petty jealousy and envy to shine threw and lead the path to the Chaos!

I don't give a damn about your Chaos Harbinger. I don't give a damn about your power in WZCW. I don't fucking care! What matters to me and me only is having Arianna back at my side. That is all. If I have to use your power to do so then so be it. But you make me a promise Harbinger.

And that is?

End Chris K.O. at Redemption. I don't care how or why, I want him gone. The streets taught me it's kill or be killed. Chris K.O. took something from mine, and we're going to hold that code to the highest honor it should.

As you command, Tyrone. Now if you will allow me to assimilate us once more, we shall make our way out of this hell hole alleyway you put us in!

Ty nods and soon a white light forms between the two of them. As the white light fills the screen, the two merge into one being once more, the Ty Burna known and feared throughout. As the white light dissipates, the King of Darkness takes a step forward, though things are different now, one eye glows red while the other retains it's emerald green iris.

Chris K.O., your actions have been atrocious, your attempt to defy the Chaos unwise and punishable by what is to come at Redemption! Your blood will be on my hands and as the casket slowly closes down around you, the White Knight will become part of the darkness once again, forever encased in what helped you ascend to the highest levels. Only there is one man that stands even higher, I am the King of Darkness Christopher, and it shall be at Redemption where your eulogy is read to the masses, the final chapter of your existence is read about.

For thus it is written.

Ty lowers his head as ethereal like wings suddenly form from his back, one black, one dark grey. Ty suddenly throws his head and arms back as the crescent moon slowly fades into the blood red sky.

So it shall come to pass!

Ty begins laughing maniacally as the camera begins to zoom out. Suddenly the camera stops as does the scene as if frozen. The scene fades out to a different shot, a hooded man sitting a oak desk. A large book with old parchment sits in front of him, a well of ink to the right of the book. The man can be seen scribing quickly across the parchment when suddenly he stops, sighing loudly as he places the final period on his writing. He slowly stands up, pushing his chair in before picking up the book. His hands slightly tremble as he runs his finger across the paper, before finally closing the book. He walks over to a large shelf, books line one end of the shelf to the other, all for one final spot. The man reaches up and slowly slides the book into place, gazing up at all his other pieces of work. He sighs and slowly walks back to the table. He reaches down and picks up what looks to be a small figure of Ty Burna, his head and arms thrown back just like in the prior scene. He takes the figure and walks over to a small shoebox. He opens the box up slowly before placing the figure gently into the box. The camera can briefly see other figures such as Serafina, Showtime, Austin Reynolds, Steven Holmes, Constantine, Big Dave, Titus, Steven Kurtesy, Vengeance, and Drake Callahan. Just as soon as one could see the figures, the box is closed and soon swept away, the man slowly walking off into the distance with the box under his right arm as the feed cuts out.