Post by Alexander Koresh & his Family on Oct 13, 2019 12:30:53 GMT -6
Before.
Nocturnal was stood in the docks of a court somewhere. How had it come to this? Why had he been entwined with his sister’s problems? Their problems had nothing to do with any of the Koresh family other than her.
But as soon as the shit hit the fan they had come knocking on the Koresh family homestead’s front porch with their flashing lights, guns and stuff. They had known that he wasn’t one to be taken lightly so they had come prepared.
"Order! Order!” the Judge proclaimed. “One more outburst like that and I swear I’ll clear this Court!!"
The Judge looked at the defendant. It was Nocturnal. He looked different without his makeup and his hair tied back smartly.
"Alexander Koresh,” the Judge said. “The State of Pennsylvania cannot find you guilty of being involved in the crimes your sister has been sentenced to but you have covered up for her. So what do we do? Do we put you away for a crime that we cannot prove you did? No. It is the law. But we cannot let you get away with covering for your sister. Do you have anything to say?"
The defendant looks the Judge directly in the eyes. Evil eyes. Demon eyes. Then slowly turns and looks into the stands and sees who he is looking for, a young girl of about six years old.
"I'd like to say this.......” Nocturnal says. “To my daughter, Summer. Don't let the man take you down my daughter. I'm proud to be your Father. And carry on the family business my daughter.....Fuckin' it to the world!!!!"
"Very well Alexander,” the Judge said. “Due to the heinous nature of your sisters crimes, as well as your callous lack of remorse, I feel I have no choice but to sentence you to the maximum penalty the law will allow...........and that is to send you a local facility where you will be monitored and rehabilitated for a future release back into the public domain..........."
Directly after Cold Front.
The locker room that Nocturnal had been allocated in this arena was like a dungeon. It was so small not the sort of thing a superstar like Nocturnal was used to in this industry but there was no denying that someone of his stature deserved better.
He was all alone. Nocturnal was lying on a table. Blood was dripping from his body. His body was contorted at a funny angle. He had been through a lot over the last fifteen years for this sport he loved. He had put his body on the line match after match for what he held dear. Nocturnal had finally by the looks of him, he had finally been broken. He had just gone through one of the hardest matches in his career live on pay per view and had managed to destroy his opponent once again.
Nocturnal swallowed a mouthful of air that filled his lungs and reenergized his mind. He could feel it swimming with thoughts that he couldn't understand or even hear. He felt his heart begin pumping and his blood begin circulating through the veins that traced a road map through his entire body. Justice had been brutal on his body as it always had but there had been no happy ending.
His eyes flew open and the first thing he saw was a spinning black fan that spread cool air onto his entire body. The air calmed him and he began regaining composure. He tried to remember where he was but found the all more pressing question to be who he was. He dipped into the swirl of thoughts that ran through his brain but came up with nothing. He couldn't remember anything. Not even who he was but that wasn’t anything new for him. Nocturnal went through this all the time.
Then his nervous system began to flare up and he immediately felt pain all throughout his chest and legs. He could no longer feel his legs from the thigh down. They were seemingly broken. And his chest was full of bruises and cuts that continued all the way around his body to the back. But just as he was feeling the entirety of his pain and before he had even gained breath to scream he heard a scream inside his mind and felt these injuries begin to heal themselves.
Or so he thought. His imagination was very vivid.
He moved on the table, his legs hanged down over the edge. He sat up and looked around himself. He looked at himself in the mirror. And saw what he had become.
A monster.
Blood flowed like rivers down his body. He was a complete mess.
Then remembered what had happened. How had it ended that way? How had they let it happen? How had they let Roger Wright keep his championship belt when he didn’t defend it as everyone knew it was supposed to be Nocturnal’s? It wasn’t written like this. It wasn’t in Roger’s destiny to keep the NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt. It wasn’t his destiny to have anything to do with New Edge Wrestling any more. He had been put out to pasture. If he was an animal he would’ve take a bullet to the back of the head. Why had Johnny hidden from him?
But time moves on.
Now it was supposed to be the time of the Sadistic Bastard but it seemed those in control of this company hadn’t got the memo. But he’d just got word that he was finally getting the shot that he deserved.
The X-Core Championship had been the belt that had eluded him all these years and now was his time to shine.
Brandon Moore should bring all he can this week otherwise he’ll end up wanting. That belt has slipped through my grasp so many times but this time I will do anything I can to keep hold onto it even if I have to show the world what Nocturnal is really about even if I have to break his freaking back.
Before that
Alexander Koresh shivered uncontrollably with the medication they had put him on as he sat huddled in the corner of the cell, listening to the anguished screams that the walls failed to totally muffle. A high-pitched squeal broke the air and then a silence fell, broken occasionally by the rate of chains and the moans of the still-living. Alexander heard footsteps approaching along the corridor, the heels of a pair of boots making a clicking noise on the hard stone-like substance of the floor. The footfalls stopped outside the door and Alexander drew in a long, shuddering breath and waited, his heart slamming against his ribs with anticipation.
Damn you Jesse and your dodgy dealings which got Emily started once again. He just had to ruin all of those lives in New Edge Wrestling. Everything was going so well, too. Well except for what went down at their last show but that was a whole different story. What would Emily say? "Get over yourself Alexander," she would say. But no, she was locked away herself for what she had done. I cannot believe that they found her out. Who had betrayed her? Was it that Preacher……Rodrigo? Was it? I will make him pay if it was. He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Stupid Alexander for being so attached to people. That was his weakness. He mustn’t show it to anyone. He heard the door to the hallway open and footsteps approach his cell door.
He didn't look up, only hung his head and moped. Something metal hit against the bars. "Why, Alexander! I did say to you that you needed to reign you sister in didn’t I?" Agent Jenson said, grinning.
Alexander looked up at him and smiled. "Jenson! I knew you would come to rub it in but why leave it this long to gloat?" He tried to stand up but his wrist was handcuffed to the railing of the cot. He sat back down and smirked. "This is down to you isn’t it? I know what you are like."
"Yes you do. You and your family think you are above the law. What should we do about that?" Jenson tapped a stick on the bars and looked thoughtful. Nocturnal didn't want to say anything to make the situation worse; he was on his way to rehabilitation. He didn't want to risk losing the chance of getting back out. Agent Jenson grinned and put the stick back.
Nocturnal fished around behind his cot, after pulling out a rubber duck, a NEW World Heavyweight Championship belt made out of cardboard and a few porno mags, “Where is it? Where have you put it? Why are you here anyways? Are you here just to rub it in?”
“I am here for the bigger picture Alex.” Jenson said reluctantly. “This is bigger than you Koresh.”
Nocturnal sat up straight, paying undivided attention to what was going on outside his cell.
“We’ve got to talk to you about something more than Koresh family insecurities.” Jenson said. “Me and an old friend of yours are here to talk to you about what has been happening in the outside world.”
“What makes you think I will help you?” Nocturnal said with utter scorn in his voice. “Do you really think you’ve got anything that can make me talk?”
“We can get you out of here.” Jenson said. “You want to get back out there don’t you? You talk and we can get you out again; you up for that?”
Nocturnal was sat in some kind of interrogation room, waiting. Jenson, the Agent that had been after the Koresh family for over a decade leaned on the wall, itching to start asking him some questions but he had got to wait for someone else. Nocturnal suddenly stared at him. Jenson shivers. The guy's eyes are like lasers. The Federal Agent looked away.
David "Bones" McCoy former Navy Seal entered the room, slamming the door. Bones had got a package and folder with him. McCoy sat down and put the package by his chair. “Hello Alexander. It’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Since when has what I do or am being accused of under the jurisdiction of the Navy?” Nocturnal asked.
“I am not longer a member of the Seals Alexander,” David said. “I am now a part of the NCIS and they are working in conjunction with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. New Edge Wrestling and its associations have been under the radar for way to long Alexander.”
“Under the radar?” Nocturnal asked. “What Jesse does within the confines of his company doesn’t really involve me. I let them get there shit together. Why? Jesse let that Arab Abdul bin Hussain back in or has Pugh’s militia got him in trouble again? Come on, Bones. Be serious they’ve not got a terrorist bone in their bodies. Now if you were talking performance enhancing drugs then that’s a different story. We’ve all heard the stories. They need a bit of help in that department if you know what I mean. Just ask Scarlet.”
“I am not here to talk the breeze with you Alexander,” David said. “This is serious business.” He clicks on the tape and opens a folder. Inside the folder are portrait pictures. He tossed a mug-shot of various New Edge Wrestling roster members and staff members onto the table. They included past and present people.
"Ever see this guy before, Alexander?"
Nocturnal looked at the top picture, he couldn't remember but he thinks he hasn’t. He shrugged. “No. Am I supposed to know everyone that has walked through the revolving doors at New Edge?”
"You would really need to help me Alexander,” David said. “Especially if you want me to get you released today. You sure you've not seen him hanging around? It seemed to be a big operation Alexander, planned to take in every angle and I am not sure that Styles or Pugh were the brains behind it."
"I'm quite observant David,” Nocturnal said. “I think I would have noticed some kind of big bad hanging around backstage. Why don’t you go and ask Hunter, he’s probably a bit more observant than I am."
“He was picked up in Hawaii a while back,” David said. “Told us what we want to know and was released. He’s actually away from New Edge Wrestling at the moment.”
“What?” Kicking the table aside, Nocturnal jumped up, attempting to smash his fist into McCoy's sternum. McCoy blocked and restrained him.
"I know you are angry but we've got to go through these things if you want to get back out there," David said. “You do want to get back between those ropes don’t you? You think that being in here is safe for you? You can be Alexander Koresh in here. When was the last time the Nocturnal personality manifested itself?”
Nocturnal seemed to be calming down. Nocturnal and Jenson put the table straight as McCoy grabbed his papers together. “It’s been a while. Why would you want me to go out there?”
“I have always respected you Alexander,” David said. “I know you were a talent when I first saw you in the squared circle. I even thought that if I had got to you earlier you would have made a great Navy Seal.”
“Don’t blow smoke up my ass,” Nocturnal sat back down. “You just want me to talk to you about stuff that went on within New Edge Wrestling when I was part of Styles Mafia.”
McCoy bent down and picked up the package he'd put there. He looked Nocturnal directly in the eyes and took an inward breath.
"Do you think is you get out of here they will let you back to the top of the promotion again?” asked David. He pulled out a photograph of Roger Wright. “This guy seems to be the guy at the top of the promotion at the moment. He seems like he’s one of those sorts Alexander."
Nocturnal looked at him, thinking to himself and then nodded. "You would think that Bones. He’s squeaky clean like you David. Jenson here seems like he would be more of a villain than you."
Jenson smiled. "Oh you think you can insult me like that? What are you trying to insinuate?"
“Have you got anything else to say to me David?” Nocturnal asked. “Or am I free to go?”
Nocturnal looked at Bones with a smirk across his face.
“Free?” said David. “You may be free today. And I know you’ll go back to that wrestling company. You always take the easy way out……”
Nocturnal interrupted him, “Easy? I could just retire somewhere…….like Hawaii as that would be easy.”
“As I was saying.” David said with authority. “Easy is going back to New Edge Wrestling but it won’t be Alexander. Emily is still locked up for now, and it’s your fault. And we’ve got our eyes on Jesse Styles and the rest of his cronies. He will need eyes in the back of his head to get out of my sight. Be it Hunter, Roger, Jesse or even Jill whoever puts one put out of place and I’ll be there.”
He turned to Jenson.
“Process his release, and make sure his sisters done to.”