Post by Alexander Koresh & his Family on Sept 15, 2019 11:32:38 GMT -6
"VII"
"THOUGHT'S OF THE SANEST MAN ALIVE"
So where have I been people keep asking me, I walked away from it all without even a second thought. Not even collecting my Riot Star Wrestling Hall of Fame ring to prove why I, Nocturnal, a thirteen times World Heavyweight Champion would want to come back to this chaos.
Where have I been? I had to get out of this place. This country that is going to the dogs so I had to step out of it for a little while. With a little money you can buy yourself anonymity south of the border. Sitting under my umbrella on my private beech growing out the green was what I needed to cleanse my dark soul.
I tried to stay away from watching any of the shows as it seemed to make me angry just thinking about the dark dank depths that the company had sank to whilst Roger Wright had MY NEW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. But that is soon to be spoilt when my old nemesis Johnny Stylez takes what is precious from him at Cold Front.
I heard the company had resurfaced so I decided that I would peek back into the world that has been a big part of my being and was sucked back into it. I saw what it had become and saw how those that had been hidden in my vast shadow and squandered the chance to really shine in my absence had ruined what I had built.
It is true. It had been neglected of some kind of real franchise since my exit from the squared circle of New Edge Wrestling and they had to make do with what they’ve got but you can’t polish a turd. Who do you think should have this company on their shoulders like the proverbial Atlas with the globe? Who is there?
You think that Johnny can do it at Cold Front? With him being a multi times NEW World Heavyweight Champion he will probably sit on the throne babysitting MY belt until the desire to have that belt once again in my collection gets the better of me but for now he is safe.
There are many pros of returning to the company that I made famous. When the pros out ways the cons it is inevitable that I would want to make the biggest impact that I could. Oh come on, you’ve seen me before right? You know my Modus Operandi right? If I’m not at the top of the pile then I’m not being the Sadistic Bastard; and that mask was epic.
There seems to be some kind of Civil War happening within the ranks of this promotion. The wrestlers within the locker room are being dragged kicking and screaming into the melee by those in the front office claiming to have the power within their grasp. And they tried to prove that each of them had the biggest balls by trying to use the wrestlers as their very own pawns in the chess board of life.
But that gets me onto the guy that actually cost me my shot at reclaiming MY NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt; yes I mean Alan Envy. You can flap you chops all day long Captain Bore but nobodies listening to you anymore. You can go all day with your little sessions but nothing going to change the outcome. Since joining with that walking fallacy you have tried to make yourself relevant somehow. I remember the time you were NEW World Heavyweight Champion and Nocturnal was your challenger. Do you know what happened? You took your ball home saying some bull shit about losing your smile or some punk ass excuse like that. Trying to dodge losing your belt back then so you waited and they moved along without you. The rumours that you were hiding out in some Spar in Thailand getting Anal bleaching will never be forgotten but you cannot dodge me now.
Wind your neck in asshole as Nocturnal is not going to roll over and let you rub my bellies. Do you really think that I was listening to you with that pity dick stuffed in your mouth Alan?
You think that Nocturnal picked your former master as his first target because he wanted me to? No, his talent was obvious, back in the day. He was a multi time champion in all of the promotions he has been in and thinks that everyone should all bow down to his greatness. Come on! Really? Is that the bubble you’re living in Johnny? You WERE someone in ages gone by but now you’re hanging onto your spot like a corpse hangs onto brains.
Oh come on, you wouldn’t want to put baby in the corner? You know how that went down. Stop living in the past. You may have been this big shot in a different age but here in this new version of New Edge Wrestling you need to realise that I have come to reclaim what is my prize. You have fallen a long way. When I use to watch the pay per views of old you were one of those superstars that had the whole promotion on your broad shoulders, you were the franchise player for the company but look at you now. You are a bitter son of a bitch living off of past deeds and the antics of others. And that is happening to Alan to as you drag him down to obscurity.
New Edge Wrestling is about the future, it is about innovation, it is about showcasing the best in this industry. When I won the NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt I elevated it to greatness. I promoted it to be the division for the best in the business to showcase their skills. And people like those that you hide behind Johnny couldn’t hang with the Sadistic Bastard.
So getting back to Alan Envy as he want to intervene for his former master, do you think I will let you keep your little soul after I’ve finished with you? Do you think that after I break your goddamn neck that you will float up and live in your ideal heaven with that fake God of yours? No, I do not think so. When you see that white light when you die, when the supercharged electric of your desperate and dying brain whimpers to a close from synaptic death there will only be one thing you will see.
And that is NOTHING.
But you are not the only thing on my mind.
No I’m sorry punks from Defiance; you’re not the centre of my universe even though your heads have their own gravitational pull. No you’re not all that. And with you kicking out the guy that saved you your shot at Roger at Cold Front, now that is poetic. Johnny was jealous that you beat me as he couldn’t and threw you to the curve. You just proved what I’ve been saying all these years. Johnny cannot stand on his own AND that if anyone in his group manages to outshine him he gets them ousted. Classic Johnny fucking Stylez.
New Edge Wrestling is all about taking chances and giving opportunities. Look at me; I wasn’t given any chance when I came into the wrestling industry. Me, a self-proclaimed monster whose family’s issues was on the tongues of the wrestling fraternity but the world as a whole. I took that opportunity that was given me and ran with it by ending up here as a World Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer. I have been in the greatest matches in the history of New Edge Wrestling. Now those were a blast, we all know the outcome from them don’t we so no need to give that fucker any more air time.
And now I must bring to mind this week’s Ignite; a rumble match where I get to showcase my wrestling skills by throwing everyone out of the squared circle to get my shot once again at greatness. I felt cheated by that lowlife Alan Envy but this is for the greater good. I will throw anyone AND everyone out of the ring until I am the only one left in there. I don’t care if it is an ally of sorts or a foe as most of the locker room is at this moment as there can be only one left standing in the ring at the end of the night.
I’m sorry if that hurts any of those in the locker room that thinks it’s their time; I’m sorry Kyle Manson, Hudson McKnight, Nomad or even you Show Stealer, Alan Envy but this is already in my hands.
But I must also remember that I want to finally get my hands on the New Edge Wrestling’s X-Core Championship belt finally. It has eluded me each and every time that I have quested for it but this time IF Shane Sparx finally has the balls to step up and face me I will bring it back HOME.
Here he was back in this city, a city of high adventure. This city had been a big part of his wrestling career for over a decade but that had changed as of recent times. He had left New Edge Wrestling and had moved around the world from promotion to promotion. Promotions come and go but icons like Nocturnal exists outside the hierarchy of such things. Nocturnal split with the company that he had been a two times RSW World Heavyweight Champion was stuff of lurid tabloids but he had not returned now to the company that had made him a star in some people’s eyes.
Toronto had a great history when it came to professional wrestling and New Edge Wrestling was going to showcase the talent to the world that Toronto had been missing as of late. The former New Edge Wrestling World Champion had to show the world why he was the one that was going to win this Rumble match and go on and claim the prize that came with it. His opponents at Ignite would get what they deserve even if he had to go through those that he was close to to do it.
A lot was going through his brain as he pulled up in his late cousins Hearse. A lot of happened to him during those years when he left New Edge Wrestling. It wasn’t just his hair that he had grown out the colour and the beard that hung from his face that had changed. He had travelled to other promotions either looking for some entertainment or to get some space from his thoughts and he had come to the conclusion that he didn’t like unfinished business.
Last time he was here he had somehow thought to have been manipulated to being a stooge for Jesse Styles. Manipulating the members of that group into believe that their ideals were the same ideals as the Sadistic Bastard had been the first part of his plan to return to the squared circle. Their gibberish sprouting leader had believed that Nocturnal was the man that would lead them to greatness that he had not seen that the Innovator of Darkness had led them to where they are now.
They were stood looking at the crematorium in Toronto. It was a weird looking place but credit where credit was due; the architect at least tried to make it fit. Sure, the flying buttresses were a little much, and the charming little gargoyles were most likely made of plaster. They looked down upon the party that had gathered outside the building, making the crowd nervous to even blink. It is a squat, square building that’s been dolled up to match the funeral home and the rest of the cemetery next to it.
Nocturnal and some of the members of the Koresh Family slowly walked inside where the only gesture of comfort was a cramped antechamber with cherry panelling and a decaying loveseat. He smirked as he continued into the crematorium. Here is was all business. The lancet windows used to spruce up the outside were smoked, and a full 18 feet above the work floor.
He was stood there in his retro “SIX” t-shirt and black jeans with a look of utter contempt on his bearded face. His left hand caressed the beard that hung from his chin like a separate limb. The Family milled around him as if he was the messiah himself. Nocturnal was not officially their leader but they did respect what he had done for this industry. Some people had called him a leader of a cult of sorts and had compared him to Jim Jones or David Koresh but he looked upon them with utter disdain. His family were infamous for what they had done but that was a different time.
Caleb Koresh, Nocturnal’s cousin looked out of place within the confines of the crematorium. He looked more likely to be in some cheap ass B Horror movie set in some kind of sorority with some inbred chasing after the scantily clad college girls. They would run away whilst their gravity defying breasts bounced seemingly in slow motion as the monster stalked them.
The crematory was a story-and-a-half high hulk that dominated the interior. A coffin is loaded onto an inclined conveyor, about the height of Nocturnal. Nocturnal caressed the wood of the empty coffin, a smile sneaking itself across his lips for a split second. He was ready for his demonstration of sorts for his family of sorts.
Nocturnal turned to them with one hand still caressing the lid of the casket. “One of the members of Defiance has a lot to prove to the world. Johnny Stylez has seemingly lost all his self-respect. His reputation precedes him but not in the wrestling capacity. No, we have seen all of the sins that preceded him whilst I was working for other companies. His journey within this sport has been noted in many tabloids around the world; And not for the benefit of the rest of mankind. No this arrogant prick just needs to retire once and for all before someone breaks his brittle bones. He was a world champion but now is just the shadow of his former self, leaching off of all those that he has managed to sign contracts with.”
The family members were engrossed in what he had to say. Emily nodded as every syllable left Nocturnal’s lips.
“The way Johnny prances around this promotion makes you think that he is either an indestructible icon of this industry or that he is a deluded bitch with illusions of grandeur,” he said as he walked amongst the Koresh Family. “And I think it is the latter. His reputation of being a trouble maker eclipsed his wrestling ability. With those that run with him in those so called Defiance. They devour and destroy everything in their path leaving blackened earth behind. Johnny believes that this promotion was created for his amusement; A plaything to be used and discarded. Even locusts provide food for lands that they ravage. What does Johnny provide?”
“We will show them what it is like to be the top professional wrestlers in the industry,” Emily said. “Defiance as well as that other coalition need to be shown what it is like to be substance and not all hype. Shame!”
Nocturnal put his hand on his sister’s shoulder and motioned for her to sit and continued his tirade. “Shame indeed. Chaos is all that the members of Johnny’s little group of parasites provide; an infection that poisons the whole place. Those who would raise a hand to Nocturnal must face retribution; Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe. This is but a Game of Thrones and I will be the last one left to put that crown on my head.”
He motioned towards the coffin, “This coffin represents to me what New Edge Wrestling is about as we stand. It deserves everything that it has got coming to it at the pay per view Cold Front. It is full of empty promises and potential not earnt. Johnny would sell his mother to get himself a shot at greatness if she hadn’t already separated herself from his bull shit. He probably thinks that I am just some monster that he can control. Defiance are wicked, broken creatures; there is no escaping the judgement of Nocturnal and the Koresh Family. We will suck the marrow from all of our opponent’s bones and wear their faces as our own.”
“What about that other coalition?” Emily asked. “Tha Joka and that asshole Ryan are quite talented in the squared circle are they not? Even that dick joke loving Bobby Backdoor is dangerous.”
Nocturnal laughed, his laugh echoed around the crematory. “Emily you are so innocent to the world. No, Robert may have won quite a lot of accolades in the past but he has been very flaky as of late. He hangs upon the very words of everyone he associates himself with trying to get a glimmer of recognition from them in an attempt to get over with the boys in the locker room. Tha Joka and Pugh puts up with his shit for a reason only known to them but his disappearance last week may have affected them. Pugh’s constant bad press and managing to put his foot into his own mouth at every step must be a constant dig into his ribs; hell, look I know we’ve got bad blood but they are nothing in this world of ours. One of these days people will wake up and smell the coffee and see that Jesse Styles is the actual power behind the throne and is leaching his God given talent off of everyone he comes in contact with to make him seem powerful.”
Nocturnal motioned to Emily who stood up and pressed a button which ignited the oven.
“This empty coffin here represents New Edge Wrestling. I know the Church uses lots of euphemism but this is self-explanatory,” he smiled as the flames could be heard getting bigger behind the door that separated them from the oven. “But even those degenerates from that hang on ever slurred word that comes from Johnny Stylez lips can see what this is about. A thousand times they may cut us down; a thousand times we will rise! It would be a simpler thing to hold back the rising tide with a spoon. We shall crash over them and sweep them from this world. They may build a wall to stop our onslaught but nothing will stop Nocturnal from coming for them.”
The smile is infectious as he caressed his beard and the members of his family replicate it right back at him.
“With the whole war that is threatening to rip through the whole fabric of time and space going on within the confines of New Edge Wrestling at the moment people need to realise that there is more at stake than just their welfare,” he said. “NO, this self-proclaimed group of Fun that seems to have thrown themselves into the ring and Defiance will play out a bigger game upon the television screen of the peons sat upon their couches at home. Defiance represents the old guard; Johnny Stylez has brought around him a bunch of likeminded individuals who represent the control and power that he is trying to cling onto. He brought in a group of individuals that he knows that in any other circumstance would be the people at the top of this promotion. He needs to be careful as desperation is so aging. Next he’ll lose his hair if that does happen.”
Then he lifts his other hand, the scars prominent as he motions with it.
“And then you have on the other hand you have this Coalition of Fun or whatever they go by as I wasn’t really paying attention when they announced it,” he smirks. “Veterans who think that the power they hold gives them the right to play with people’s lives. Look what happened to them since I had my eyes opened. They had their comeuppance. Tha Joka and Robert Backdoor thought they could mix it with the big boys? Shame! Shame! This war seems to have got serious and that is probably why that bearded Pugh has tried to throw himself in the mix. Typical from what I understand of his M.O. He’s not one to wait for his turn to shine in the spotlight.”
The oven has reached the necessary heat; the coffin-door is opened by Caleb by a crank, which also moves the conveyor. The coffin slides into the bottom of the furnace, which directs a continuous stream of flames over the coffin.
“That is why Jesse is trying to regain some semblance of control of his company,” he said. “He thinks by putting all his superstars in this rumble that it will bring some meaning to his life. He has probably been sitting at home watching the television in the basement of the house that the bank still owns. The jealousy of not being relevant anymore is beginning to eat at his black heart. He feeds off the controversy but hasn’t seemed to work out for him this time.”
Emily nods, “But don’t forget that they also have Roger Wright as the World Champion.”
“I haven’t forgotten that Emily,” said Nocturnal. “But he knows nothing, Roger Wright knows nothing. He’ll be going down like a priest at a playground. He should just look at the flowers. He has forgotten that he no longer is the face of the company but time moves on Emily; Times move on. As we watch this coffin burn it symbolises the demise of the company that was built around the ego of Jesse Styles. I destroy what integrity is left of the man that is trying subconsciously to kill everything around him; Rest in peace New Edge Wrestling.”
A timer dings, and Caleb cranks a second wheel and out comes the remains tray.
Nocturnal runs his hands through the ashes of the burnt coffin. “This is what Styles is going through at the moments. His company was burnt to a cinder after he left all of those backyard and Indie wrestling promotions around the world and he thinks he can rebuild it but by going through a wrestler of my calibre? I don’t think he knows who Nocturnal is. I am the Sadistic Bastard and I take it directly to anyone that stands in our path and destroy their dreams of getting back to the pinnacle in New Edge Wrestling. I will not be a stepping stone for anyone’s climb back up the ladder of success. I will not!”
Where have I been? I had to get out of this place. This country that is going to the dogs so I had to step out of it for a little while. With a little money you can buy yourself anonymity south of the border. Sitting under my umbrella on my private beech growing out the green was what I needed to cleanse my dark soul.
I tried to stay away from watching any of the shows as it seemed to make me angry just thinking about the dark dank depths that the company had sank to whilst Roger Wright had MY NEW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. But that is soon to be spoilt when my old nemesis Johnny Stylez takes what is precious from him at Cold Front.
I heard the company had resurfaced so I decided that I would peek back into the world that has been a big part of my being and was sucked back into it. I saw what it had become and saw how those that had been hidden in my vast shadow and squandered the chance to really shine in my absence had ruined what I had built.
It is true. It had been neglected of some kind of real franchise since my exit from the squared circle of New Edge Wrestling and they had to make do with what they’ve got but you can’t polish a turd. Who do you think should have this company on their shoulders like the proverbial Atlas with the globe? Who is there?
You think that Johnny can do it at Cold Front? With him being a multi times NEW World Heavyweight Champion he will probably sit on the throne babysitting MY belt until the desire to have that belt once again in my collection gets the better of me but for now he is safe.
There are many pros of returning to the company that I made famous. When the pros out ways the cons it is inevitable that I would want to make the biggest impact that I could. Oh come on, you’ve seen me before right? You know my Modus Operandi right? If I’m not at the top of the pile then I’m not being the Sadistic Bastard; and that mask was epic.
There seems to be some kind of Civil War happening within the ranks of this promotion. The wrestlers within the locker room are being dragged kicking and screaming into the melee by those in the front office claiming to have the power within their grasp. And they tried to prove that each of them had the biggest balls by trying to use the wrestlers as their very own pawns in the chess board of life.
But that gets me onto the guy that actually cost me my shot at reclaiming MY NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt; yes I mean Alan Envy. You can flap you chops all day long Captain Bore but nobodies listening to you anymore. You can go all day with your little sessions but nothing going to change the outcome. Since joining with that walking fallacy you have tried to make yourself relevant somehow. I remember the time you were NEW World Heavyweight Champion and Nocturnal was your challenger. Do you know what happened? You took your ball home saying some bull shit about losing your smile or some punk ass excuse like that. Trying to dodge losing your belt back then so you waited and they moved along without you. The rumours that you were hiding out in some Spar in Thailand getting Anal bleaching will never be forgotten but you cannot dodge me now.
Wind your neck in asshole as Nocturnal is not going to roll over and let you rub my bellies. Do you really think that I was listening to you with that pity dick stuffed in your mouth Alan?
You think that Nocturnal picked your former master as his first target because he wanted me to? No, his talent was obvious, back in the day. He was a multi time champion in all of the promotions he has been in and thinks that everyone should all bow down to his greatness. Come on! Really? Is that the bubble you’re living in Johnny? You WERE someone in ages gone by but now you’re hanging onto your spot like a corpse hangs onto brains.
Oh come on, you wouldn’t want to put baby in the corner? You know how that went down. Stop living in the past. You may have been this big shot in a different age but here in this new version of New Edge Wrestling you need to realise that I have come to reclaim what is my prize. You have fallen a long way. When I use to watch the pay per views of old you were one of those superstars that had the whole promotion on your broad shoulders, you were the franchise player for the company but look at you now. You are a bitter son of a bitch living off of past deeds and the antics of others. And that is happening to Alan to as you drag him down to obscurity.
New Edge Wrestling is about the future, it is about innovation, it is about showcasing the best in this industry. When I won the NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt I elevated it to greatness. I promoted it to be the division for the best in the business to showcase their skills. And people like those that you hide behind Johnny couldn’t hang with the Sadistic Bastard.
So getting back to Alan Envy as he want to intervene for his former master, do you think I will let you keep your little soul after I’ve finished with you? Do you think that after I break your goddamn neck that you will float up and live in your ideal heaven with that fake God of yours? No, I do not think so. When you see that white light when you die, when the supercharged electric of your desperate and dying brain whimpers to a close from synaptic death there will only be one thing you will see.
And that is NOTHING.
But you are not the only thing on my mind.
No I’m sorry punks from Defiance; you’re not the centre of my universe even though your heads have their own gravitational pull. No you’re not all that. And with you kicking out the guy that saved you your shot at Roger at Cold Front, now that is poetic. Johnny was jealous that you beat me as he couldn’t and threw you to the curve. You just proved what I’ve been saying all these years. Johnny cannot stand on his own AND that if anyone in his group manages to outshine him he gets them ousted. Classic Johnny fucking Stylez.
New Edge Wrestling is all about taking chances and giving opportunities. Look at me; I wasn’t given any chance when I came into the wrestling industry. Me, a self-proclaimed monster whose family’s issues was on the tongues of the wrestling fraternity but the world as a whole. I took that opportunity that was given me and ran with it by ending up here as a World Heavyweight Champion and Hall of Famer. I have been in the greatest matches in the history of New Edge Wrestling. Now those were a blast, we all know the outcome from them don’t we so no need to give that fucker any more air time.
And now I must bring to mind this week’s Ignite; a rumble match where I get to showcase my wrestling skills by throwing everyone out of the squared circle to get my shot once again at greatness. I felt cheated by that lowlife Alan Envy but this is for the greater good. I will throw anyone AND everyone out of the ring until I am the only one left in there. I don’t care if it is an ally of sorts or a foe as most of the locker room is at this moment as there can be only one left standing in the ring at the end of the night.
I’m sorry if that hurts any of those in the locker room that thinks it’s their time; I’m sorry Kyle Manson, Hudson McKnight, Nomad or even you Show Stealer, Alan Envy but this is already in my hands.
But I must also remember that I want to finally get my hands on the New Edge Wrestling’s X-Core Championship belt finally. It has eluded me each and every time that I have quested for it but this time IF Shane Sparx finally has the balls to step up and face me I will bring it back HOME.
TORONTO, CANADA
Here he was back in this city, a city of high adventure. This city had been a big part of his wrestling career for over a decade but that had changed as of recent times. He had left New Edge Wrestling and had moved around the world from promotion to promotion. Promotions come and go but icons like Nocturnal exists outside the hierarchy of such things. Nocturnal split with the company that he had been a two times RSW World Heavyweight Champion was stuff of lurid tabloids but he had not returned now to the company that had made him a star in some people’s eyes.
Toronto had a great history when it came to professional wrestling and New Edge Wrestling was going to showcase the talent to the world that Toronto had been missing as of late. The former New Edge Wrestling World Champion had to show the world why he was the one that was going to win this Rumble match and go on and claim the prize that came with it. His opponents at Ignite would get what they deserve even if he had to go through those that he was close to to do it.
A lot was going through his brain as he pulled up in his late cousins Hearse. A lot of happened to him during those years when he left New Edge Wrestling. It wasn’t just his hair that he had grown out the colour and the beard that hung from his face that had changed. He had travelled to other promotions either looking for some entertainment or to get some space from his thoughts and he had come to the conclusion that he didn’t like unfinished business.
Last time he was here he had somehow thought to have been manipulated to being a stooge for Jesse Styles. Manipulating the members of that group into believe that their ideals were the same ideals as the Sadistic Bastard had been the first part of his plan to return to the squared circle. Their gibberish sprouting leader had believed that Nocturnal was the man that would lead them to greatness that he had not seen that the Innovator of Darkness had led them to where they are now.
They were stood looking at the crematorium in Toronto. It was a weird looking place but credit where credit was due; the architect at least tried to make it fit. Sure, the flying buttresses were a little much, and the charming little gargoyles were most likely made of plaster. They looked down upon the party that had gathered outside the building, making the crowd nervous to even blink. It is a squat, square building that’s been dolled up to match the funeral home and the rest of the cemetery next to it.
Nocturnal and some of the members of the Koresh Family slowly walked inside where the only gesture of comfort was a cramped antechamber with cherry panelling and a decaying loveseat. He smirked as he continued into the crematorium. Here is was all business. The lancet windows used to spruce up the outside were smoked, and a full 18 feet above the work floor.
He was stood there in his retro “SIX” t-shirt and black jeans with a look of utter contempt on his bearded face. His left hand caressed the beard that hung from his chin like a separate limb. The Family milled around him as if he was the messiah himself. Nocturnal was not officially their leader but they did respect what he had done for this industry. Some people had called him a leader of a cult of sorts and had compared him to Jim Jones or David Koresh but he looked upon them with utter disdain. His family were infamous for what they had done but that was a different time.
Caleb Koresh, Nocturnal’s cousin looked out of place within the confines of the crematorium. He looked more likely to be in some cheap ass B Horror movie set in some kind of sorority with some inbred chasing after the scantily clad college girls. They would run away whilst their gravity defying breasts bounced seemingly in slow motion as the monster stalked them.
The crematory was a story-and-a-half high hulk that dominated the interior. A coffin is loaded onto an inclined conveyor, about the height of Nocturnal. Nocturnal caressed the wood of the empty coffin, a smile sneaking itself across his lips for a split second. He was ready for his demonstration of sorts for his family of sorts.
Nocturnal turned to them with one hand still caressing the lid of the casket. “One of the members of Defiance has a lot to prove to the world. Johnny Stylez has seemingly lost all his self-respect. His reputation precedes him but not in the wrestling capacity. No, we have seen all of the sins that preceded him whilst I was working for other companies. His journey within this sport has been noted in many tabloids around the world; And not for the benefit of the rest of mankind. No this arrogant prick just needs to retire once and for all before someone breaks his brittle bones. He was a world champion but now is just the shadow of his former self, leaching off of all those that he has managed to sign contracts with.”
The family members were engrossed in what he had to say. Emily nodded as every syllable left Nocturnal’s lips.
“The way Johnny prances around this promotion makes you think that he is either an indestructible icon of this industry or that he is a deluded bitch with illusions of grandeur,” he said as he walked amongst the Koresh Family. “And I think it is the latter. His reputation of being a trouble maker eclipsed his wrestling ability. With those that run with him in those so called Defiance. They devour and destroy everything in their path leaving blackened earth behind. Johnny believes that this promotion was created for his amusement; A plaything to be used and discarded. Even locusts provide food for lands that they ravage. What does Johnny provide?”
“We will show them what it is like to be the top professional wrestlers in the industry,” Emily said. “Defiance as well as that other coalition need to be shown what it is like to be substance and not all hype. Shame!”
Nocturnal put his hand on his sister’s shoulder and motioned for her to sit and continued his tirade. “Shame indeed. Chaos is all that the members of Johnny’s little group of parasites provide; an infection that poisons the whole place. Those who would raise a hand to Nocturnal must face retribution; Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe. This is but a Game of Thrones and I will be the last one left to put that crown on my head.”
He motioned towards the coffin, “This coffin represents to me what New Edge Wrestling is about as we stand. It deserves everything that it has got coming to it at the pay per view Cold Front. It is full of empty promises and potential not earnt. Johnny would sell his mother to get himself a shot at greatness if she hadn’t already separated herself from his bull shit. He probably thinks that I am just some monster that he can control. Defiance are wicked, broken creatures; there is no escaping the judgement of Nocturnal and the Koresh Family. We will suck the marrow from all of our opponent’s bones and wear their faces as our own.”
“What about that other coalition?” Emily asked. “Tha Joka and that asshole Ryan are quite talented in the squared circle are they not? Even that dick joke loving Bobby Backdoor is dangerous.”
Nocturnal laughed, his laugh echoed around the crematory. “Emily you are so innocent to the world. No, Robert may have won quite a lot of accolades in the past but he has been very flaky as of late. He hangs upon the very words of everyone he associates himself with trying to get a glimmer of recognition from them in an attempt to get over with the boys in the locker room. Tha Joka and Pugh puts up with his shit for a reason only known to them but his disappearance last week may have affected them. Pugh’s constant bad press and managing to put his foot into his own mouth at every step must be a constant dig into his ribs; hell, look I know we’ve got bad blood but they are nothing in this world of ours. One of these days people will wake up and smell the coffee and see that Jesse Styles is the actual power behind the throne and is leaching his God given talent off of everyone he comes in contact with to make him seem powerful.”
Nocturnal motioned to Emily who stood up and pressed a button which ignited the oven.
“This empty coffin here represents New Edge Wrestling. I know the Church uses lots of euphemism but this is self-explanatory,” he smiled as the flames could be heard getting bigger behind the door that separated them from the oven. “But even those degenerates from that hang on ever slurred word that comes from Johnny Stylez lips can see what this is about. A thousand times they may cut us down; a thousand times we will rise! It would be a simpler thing to hold back the rising tide with a spoon. We shall crash over them and sweep them from this world. They may build a wall to stop our onslaught but nothing will stop Nocturnal from coming for them.”
The smile is infectious as he caressed his beard and the members of his family replicate it right back at him.
“With the whole war that is threatening to rip through the whole fabric of time and space going on within the confines of New Edge Wrestling at the moment people need to realise that there is more at stake than just their welfare,” he said. “NO, this self-proclaimed group of Fun that seems to have thrown themselves into the ring and Defiance will play out a bigger game upon the television screen of the peons sat upon their couches at home. Defiance represents the old guard; Johnny Stylez has brought around him a bunch of likeminded individuals who represent the control and power that he is trying to cling onto. He brought in a group of individuals that he knows that in any other circumstance would be the people at the top of this promotion. He needs to be careful as desperation is so aging. Next he’ll lose his hair if that does happen.”
Then he lifts his other hand, the scars prominent as he motions with it.
“And then you have on the other hand you have this Coalition of Fun or whatever they go by as I wasn’t really paying attention when they announced it,” he smirks. “Veterans who think that the power they hold gives them the right to play with people’s lives. Look what happened to them since I had my eyes opened. They had their comeuppance. Tha Joka and Robert Backdoor thought they could mix it with the big boys? Shame! Shame! This war seems to have got serious and that is probably why that bearded Pugh has tried to throw himself in the mix. Typical from what I understand of his M.O. He’s not one to wait for his turn to shine in the spotlight.”
The oven has reached the necessary heat; the coffin-door is opened by Caleb by a crank, which also moves the conveyor. The coffin slides into the bottom of the furnace, which directs a continuous stream of flames over the coffin.
“That is why Jesse is trying to regain some semblance of control of his company,” he said. “He thinks by putting all his superstars in this rumble that it will bring some meaning to his life. He has probably been sitting at home watching the television in the basement of the house that the bank still owns. The jealousy of not being relevant anymore is beginning to eat at his black heart. He feeds off the controversy but hasn’t seemed to work out for him this time.”
Emily nods, “But don’t forget that they also have Roger Wright as the World Champion.”
“I haven’t forgotten that Emily,” said Nocturnal. “But he knows nothing, Roger Wright knows nothing. He’ll be going down like a priest at a playground. He should just look at the flowers. He has forgotten that he no longer is the face of the company but time moves on Emily; Times move on. As we watch this coffin burn it symbolises the demise of the company that was built around the ego of Jesse Styles. I destroy what integrity is left of the man that is trying subconsciously to kill everything around him; Rest in peace New Edge Wrestling.”
A timer dings, and Caleb cranks a second wheel and out comes the remains tray.
Nocturnal runs his hands through the ashes of the burnt coffin. “This is what Styles is going through at the moments. His company was burnt to a cinder after he left all of those backyard and Indie wrestling promotions around the world and he thinks he can rebuild it but by going through a wrestler of my calibre? I don’t think he knows who Nocturnal is. I am the Sadistic Bastard and I take it directly to anyone that stands in our path and destroy their dreams of getting back to the pinnacle in New Edge Wrestling. I will not be a stepping stone for anyone’s climb back up the ladder of success. I will not!”