Post by Calvin Ingram on Mar 24, 2012 20:59:15 GMT -4
The moon illuminates an unfamiliar gym where Donovan Caine is working out amongst the emptiness in mid-thought about what Billy Pepsi had said. But did he really care about what was being relayed upon his person. Billy wasn’t really a threat to anything at this point and time. There truly was a conspiracy in the midst, for him to fully expose in due time. The pain and anguish upon Pepsi’s face was the only thing that he wanted truly to become a reality. He remembered back in Scotland when he was growing up in the slums. He grew up in poverty, not knowing his next meal and literally wanted to run away from the hell. But he used it against those who wanted him dead including Lucifer himself. No matter which way you seen it there’s something about reaching down deep to prove a point. After being cast out as nothing but a misunderstood kid wanna be wrestler it made him dangerous. He needed to prove to the millions and millions of fans his worth. But deep down inside he wasn’t in the right mind state. He literally scolded away people with a dark expression upon his face throughout recent days. He & his confidant Justin Hume were going to follow up their investigation but it appears to be postponed. It’s postponed due to Caine being away in seclusion thinking about what Billy has put into perspective. He really had a way to make you think but does he know the truth. Has he ever been left for dead and been put into a two year coma? Has he ever gone down a dark road in order to provide for loved ones? Or has he ever bled in order to get his point across? The promoters and all the agencies could kiss his ass for all he cared. He wanted Pepsi’s head on a mother fucking silver platter for making him out to be personally obligated to attack him and his little fellow Asylum mates. He thought of Billy Pepsi as the Peter Parker of the company. He really tries to rally up against the hate only to be submerged over his head. Nothing will ever stop the inevitable from occurring at Rasslemania. Overdrive will win each and every time because it was a part of their nature. Their nature was to destroy everything they touch in a fiery blaze of destruction. No one will ever question the true power of these athletes. Unless you really have a reason to question, ridicule and mock a group of true greatness. Donovan Caine was very modest at best and will call shit the way he saw it. He so happened to see himself able to subdue the Asylum boys like they’re nothing. He would even be surprised to break a sweat against the lesser opponents. Call it cliché but it was no doubt about it that he was better than the Asylum stars. He was dedicated to the wrestling business because he actually cared about it. He wanted to be a professional wrestler from childhood “The King of the Dead” aside. The fans knew the truth even President Jeff. They knew that Caine was good in that squared circle and good at being bad. He used his tongue to stir up controversy because he simply could. He could talk down each and every one without fear in any such backlash. The man is full of himself as he only believes in himself. And truly if you don’t believe in yourself then who will believe in you? So maybe he was cocky but at least he wasn’t in doubt. Never doubt your ability even though you seem unmatched. He was “The Scottish Tormentor” working at the highest level known possible in order to give people something different. A unique aspect of what it means to be hated due to not giving the fans truly what they want. But who cared about the fans more than career other than that sheep Billy Pepsi. Caine never played to the fans with his sorrowful message yet they could relate to all he said and they confided in his image.
They bought their tickets to every wrestling show to hear a common clear message which had the broad underline of freedom of speech. So he freely delivered speech after speech upon his opponents in controversial fashion causing uproar. He never seemed to really be effected by the media roasting. The man couldn’t be psyched out, so what made Pepsi feel that he could do the same. Though Pepsi expressed having a clean match up with Overdrive that seemed like a crock of shit from the get go. No one wants to just have a match with anyone unless they had an agenda that was hidden in the shadows. Caine being the hungry lion he is can smell all the trickery and bullshit that Pepsi was saying in his recent outing. He just doesn’t get it that Caine is so far out of his league that he is in the pee wee division. Analyzing the statistics of the game like ESPN’s Lee Corso is Caine very constantly. Not letting up until he can pinpoint on something that will lead to his ultimate victory. Donovan Caine was pouring sweat upon the center of the gym’s practice before getting out of it. He stretches and goes forth upon the showers to wash away all the dirt and grime. He wanted to cleanse all his hard work from this intense training. The bulk of his muscles were feeling the weight of the steaming hot water. As he then pondered on the thought of his former lover Ebony Fedora.
He swears he could see her come inside the shower and put herself into his arms for only a moment. But then she was gone just like that never to resurface again as he then sits in the shower before finally cutting off the water. He exits the shower before drying off with a towel he had monogrammed with his initials. He went into his locker to get his gym bag to change when an envelope which was unmarked fell out. He had opened the letter and read everything that there was to have been read. Upon concealing the envelope inside his black trench coat he walked outside of the gym into the cool and crisp night air. He walked for what seemed like forever before surfacing in front of a rundown warehouse when he looked at it he sighed. Stepping inside he looked around for something or was it someone. Before getting any further inside the warehouse he was greeted by a gray haired hippie who was wearing dirty threads. He was wearing this exactly a faded colorful bandana, a dirty red hoody, khaki pants and beat up tennis shoes. The tennis shoes were so run down that there was tape around the soles. The hippie led Caine to a secret compartment near the back of the warehouse into a room where inside sat The Man in Black. The Man in Black had on a luxurious Armani suit, black penny loafers and a Rolex watch. He greeted Caine with a brief like greeting before pointing for him to sit. Caine followed what he asked of him not even paying keen attention to the purpose of the meeting. After a few moments The Man in Black spoke about his recent interactions in the wrestling world and recent revelations.
The Man: “What kind of man thinks he can get away from me so easily. I hear everything that goes on upon planet earth, from the birds to the bees and the wind above the trees. Being the one to admit you have outdid yourself. Lying down with dogs does get you fleas Donnie. But what do you think God will give you after he knows you slept with Ophelia Castle. Remember Her? The girl who committed all those murders and was going to die by the hands of The Reaper? Of course you remember as you used her up before letting the Grim Reaper take her. Then you made a note to keep her soul in the darkest corner because you didn’t want to hear her for all eternity. You could have joined me and The Master a long time ago Caine. It’s a hell of a lot better than slumming for that piss ant in the clouds. Do you really think he gives a damn about you? He’s just using you all up for his own personal gain so he could be powerful enough against The Master. I was just like you once a naïve young man amongst the Queens and Pharaohs. My birth name is Mosi due to me being first born. So one day my brother Manu and I set off to the Nile. That day he was standing to close to the Nile when a big Crocodile swallowed him whole. So I prayed to the gods for him to be saved and none came. I noticed an old man approach me with a look of worriment, placing his hand upon my shoulder asking do I need help. I told him of my ordeal before he recited me a chilling message. He required my soul in order to save my little brother Manu. I know you want to judge me so badly it’s eating you up inside Donnie. But I did what I had to do but the only person that helped me was The Master.
Not the Egyptian God of The Underworld but the one they call the blackest of the black. You see this Rasslemania your God won’t help Overdrive overcome he’ll only betray you. I’m not trying to trick you or take you for anything that you own. For I just give you my truthful account from the deepest regions of Egypt. The hot desert burns with disownment because God has reared up his head not lending a helping hand. But you shouldn’t be surprised by that result by a far. I offer you all your wildest dreams, just reach out for my hand and all will be so clear. It’d be like a god damn weight has been lifted off of your athletic shoulders.
Open your eyes don’t be a sheep, a mark or someone who leeches off of a God who has forsaken us all. “Old man” Frank Cannon, Matlock, Pepsi & that foreign guy can’t quite pronounce his name are not going to stop trying to hurt you. Asylum wants to do nothing less of breaking your legs. Yet you sit in front of me with your stupid makeup, trench coat and Scottish scowl. This is the real world please get a clue before it’s too late. Have some simple dignity, take off those foolish garbs and embrace the fire that burns like Hell itself.”
Donovan Caine goes to grab the hand of Mosi before balling up his hand into a fist giving him a right hand. As soon as the punch connects The Hippie disappears from behind the body of the crumpled Mosi. Mosi stirs a little bit before fading away as well. Only thing visible are flames beginning to form on all sides of Donovan. “The Grave Stalker” has no time to hardly move before blacking out. Thoughts fill the head of Donovan Caine about his faith and where he stood with God. He couldn’t abandon that faith so easily but was it worth it? The message was going over the heads of some people so they booed him. The others understood him but he had to make a choice one day.
Whether he gives up his religious tirade serving God in private to be loved by all or should he sell his Mortal Soul being hated by all. “The King of the Dead” awakens in a room filled with satin pillows and the sounds of “White Flag” by Dido. Ebony Fedora straddles upon the lower abdomen of Donovan kissing him deeply before removing his black shirt. Her eyes pierce his while she fiddles with his skull belt buckle. Ringing begins to swell up inside of Donovan’s ears which seem like sirens.
Ebony rises up her satin lingerie becoming nothing more but bare flesh as Donovan continues hearing a faint ring. But the ring gets louder and louder as Donovan tries to enjoy the woman who made him feel complete. But then as she kisses him once again her face turns into that of his “sister” and his mind reacts weirdly. He goes into a state of shock before opening his eyes abruptly staring into the steel blue eyes of a masked fire fighter. The fire fighter lifts up Donovan on his shoulders dragging him out of the burning Gym which he apparently never left. On the ride to the St. Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis, Indiana Caine overhears the EMTs talking about how he was found passed out near the lockers. He was weak and couldn’t move upon the gurney he was strapped to. Donovan closes his eyes tightly before awaking to the sounds of a familiar face of Ebony Fedora. She clasps her hand in his before kissing him briefly on his dry cracked lips. The IV is pumping some odd milligrams of morphine into him to ease the physical pain as she eyes him. If this was heaven Caine thought then he did not want to know the acquaintance of hell. [/i]
Ebony Fedora: “Didn’t expect to meet again on these circumstances Donnie but I guess fate rears its ugly little head once again. You are so lucky to be alive after that little fire at the Gym. Baby I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I wanted Mosi out of the picture of trying to have your soul but I knew the difficulty. So I laced the letter win your locker with a knock out solution forcing you in a sleep like state. You were living in a very surreal nightmare before the fire I started to sort of wake you. The fire department was called in upon my anonymous tip off beforehand that’s why you don’t suffer any burns. But I’m afraid this complicates things a little further for you know the lengths I’ll go. What I do in this life is to make sure that you remain pure in the promised afterlife. But fear not you will not feel a thing. I can’t leave any trace of what has happened. Though I love you it’s too much of a risk. Arson is a serious offense especially knowing that I did it in vain. I want you to know that I love you and we’ll be together real soon. I promise you the sun, moon and the stars. Don’t ever question my love for you as it was always real never a game. May you one day know that as you float onward to the light. But first a kiss my love.”
Ebony kisses Donovan before he realizes the hospital medicine had him seeing illusion eying an empty room except for the letter on his beside which was from Ebony Fedora. He realized he hadn’t opened it before the fire broke out and decided to open it. Before he read even a single sentence he could hear the faint sound of Justin Hume raising hell about his client. He overhears him shouting about how Donovan has a match in just 72 hours on the grandest stage of them all. It was really the stuff of legends, hell not even Donovan knew what he was getting himself into. Just the other day he fell to the hands of Chris Hart & John Dionysus before going downward to being nothing but a curtain jerker. But he snapped up some quick victories to be placed upon Team Overdrive in an instant he obliged the invitation. Now he eyes down the barrel of the shotgun aimed at his head from the imposing side. Donovan didn’t say anything all day and why should he as he knew being silent kept everyone guessing. But rather when it was time for him to speak it would be to give a victory speech. For celebration of him single handily leading a band of makeshift talent in being placed inside history books forever, and he’s just being modest. The Asylum boys have got skill but they don’t have the amount of sorrow and pain to withstand this man known as Donovan Caine. Born Calvin Ingram in the slums of Scotland being the unfit lover of the wealthy Ebony Fedora he was an outcast. All Calvin had to his name was his ghost stories and beliefs that The Dead can walk among the living. Now present day he’s proof that his ghost stories were real and the story isn’t over yet. The head of Justin Hume pops into the Hospital Room of Donovan Caine. Caine eyes him sternly before he makes a swift remark.
Justin Hume: “Ready to get out of here Kid?”
Donovan Caine eyes the letter of Ebony Fedora reluctant at first before seeing an advertisement of Rasslemania on his hospital room television.
Donovan Caine: “Yeah let’s get out of this depressing realm of existence. At Rasslemania Billy Pepsi and The Three Stooges are going to meet Satan…Personally! And let them have a shocking revelation that the Dead truly do walk amongst the living. To repel the lost souls to the graveyard where the King rules overall who are there. And I am that King for I will indeed smite Asylum in three days. Welcome To The End…HAHAHAHAHA”
They bought their tickets to every wrestling show to hear a common clear message which had the broad underline of freedom of speech. So he freely delivered speech after speech upon his opponents in controversial fashion causing uproar. He never seemed to really be effected by the media roasting. The man couldn’t be psyched out, so what made Pepsi feel that he could do the same. Though Pepsi expressed having a clean match up with Overdrive that seemed like a crock of shit from the get go. No one wants to just have a match with anyone unless they had an agenda that was hidden in the shadows. Caine being the hungry lion he is can smell all the trickery and bullshit that Pepsi was saying in his recent outing. He just doesn’t get it that Caine is so far out of his league that he is in the pee wee division. Analyzing the statistics of the game like ESPN’s Lee Corso is Caine very constantly. Not letting up until he can pinpoint on something that will lead to his ultimate victory. Donovan Caine was pouring sweat upon the center of the gym’s practice before getting out of it. He stretches and goes forth upon the showers to wash away all the dirt and grime. He wanted to cleanse all his hard work from this intense training. The bulk of his muscles were feeling the weight of the steaming hot water. As he then pondered on the thought of his former lover Ebony Fedora.
He swears he could see her come inside the shower and put herself into his arms for only a moment. But then she was gone just like that never to resurface again as he then sits in the shower before finally cutting off the water. He exits the shower before drying off with a towel he had monogrammed with his initials. He went into his locker to get his gym bag to change when an envelope which was unmarked fell out. He had opened the letter and read everything that there was to have been read. Upon concealing the envelope inside his black trench coat he walked outside of the gym into the cool and crisp night air. He walked for what seemed like forever before surfacing in front of a rundown warehouse when he looked at it he sighed. Stepping inside he looked around for something or was it someone. Before getting any further inside the warehouse he was greeted by a gray haired hippie who was wearing dirty threads. He was wearing this exactly a faded colorful bandana, a dirty red hoody, khaki pants and beat up tennis shoes. The tennis shoes were so run down that there was tape around the soles. The hippie led Caine to a secret compartment near the back of the warehouse into a room where inside sat The Man in Black. The Man in Black had on a luxurious Armani suit, black penny loafers and a Rolex watch. He greeted Caine with a brief like greeting before pointing for him to sit. Caine followed what he asked of him not even paying keen attention to the purpose of the meeting. After a few moments The Man in Black spoke about his recent interactions in the wrestling world and recent revelations.
The Man: “What kind of man thinks he can get away from me so easily. I hear everything that goes on upon planet earth, from the birds to the bees and the wind above the trees. Being the one to admit you have outdid yourself. Lying down with dogs does get you fleas Donnie. But what do you think God will give you after he knows you slept with Ophelia Castle. Remember Her? The girl who committed all those murders and was going to die by the hands of The Reaper? Of course you remember as you used her up before letting the Grim Reaper take her. Then you made a note to keep her soul in the darkest corner because you didn’t want to hear her for all eternity. You could have joined me and The Master a long time ago Caine. It’s a hell of a lot better than slumming for that piss ant in the clouds. Do you really think he gives a damn about you? He’s just using you all up for his own personal gain so he could be powerful enough against The Master. I was just like you once a naïve young man amongst the Queens and Pharaohs. My birth name is Mosi due to me being first born. So one day my brother Manu and I set off to the Nile. That day he was standing to close to the Nile when a big Crocodile swallowed him whole. So I prayed to the gods for him to be saved and none came. I noticed an old man approach me with a look of worriment, placing his hand upon my shoulder asking do I need help. I told him of my ordeal before he recited me a chilling message. He required my soul in order to save my little brother Manu. I know you want to judge me so badly it’s eating you up inside Donnie. But I did what I had to do but the only person that helped me was The Master.
Not the Egyptian God of The Underworld but the one they call the blackest of the black. You see this Rasslemania your God won’t help Overdrive overcome he’ll only betray you. I’m not trying to trick you or take you for anything that you own. For I just give you my truthful account from the deepest regions of Egypt. The hot desert burns with disownment because God has reared up his head not lending a helping hand. But you shouldn’t be surprised by that result by a far. I offer you all your wildest dreams, just reach out for my hand and all will be so clear. It’d be like a god damn weight has been lifted off of your athletic shoulders.
Open your eyes don’t be a sheep, a mark or someone who leeches off of a God who has forsaken us all. “Old man” Frank Cannon, Matlock, Pepsi & that foreign guy can’t quite pronounce his name are not going to stop trying to hurt you. Asylum wants to do nothing less of breaking your legs. Yet you sit in front of me with your stupid makeup, trench coat and Scottish scowl. This is the real world please get a clue before it’s too late. Have some simple dignity, take off those foolish garbs and embrace the fire that burns like Hell itself.”
Donovan Caine goes to grab the hand of Mosi before balling up his hand into a fist giving him a right hand. As soon as the punch connects The Hippie disappears from behind the body of the crumpled Mosi. Mosi stirs a little bit before fading away as well. Only thing visible are flames beginning to form on all sides of Donovan. “The Grave Stalker” has no time to hardly move before blacking out. Thoughts fill the head of Donovan Caine about his faith and where he stood with God. He couldn’t abandon that faith so easily but was it worth it? The message was going over the heads of some people so they booed him. The others understood him but he had to make a choice one day.
Whether he gives up his religious tirade serving God in private to be loved by all or should he sell his Mortal Soul being hated by all. “The King of the Dead” awakens in a room filled with satin pillows and the sounds of “White Flag” by Dido. Ebony Fedora straddles upon the lower abdomen of Donovan kissing him deeply before removing his black shirt. Her eyes pierce his while she fiddles with his skull belt buckle. Ringing begins to swell up inside of Donovan’s ears which seem like sirens.
Ebony rises up her satin lingerie becoming nothing more but bare flesh as Donovan continues hearing a faint ring. But the ring gets louder and louder as Donovan tries to enjoy the woman who made him feel complete. But then as she kisses him once again her face turns into that of his “sister” and his mind reacts weirdly. He goes into a state of shock before opening his eyes abruptly staring into the steel blue eyes of a masked fire fighter. The fire fighter lifts up Donovan on his shoulders dragging him out of the burning Gym which he apparently never left. On the ride to the St. Vincent Hospital in Indianapolis, Indiana Caine overhears the EMTs talking about how he was found passed out near the lockers. He was weak and couldn’t move upon the gurney he was strapped to. Donovan closes his eyes tightly before awaking to the sounds of a familiar face of Ebony Fedora. She clasps her hand in his before kissing him briefly on his dry cracked lips. The IV is pumping some odd milligrams of morphine into him to ease the physical pain as she eyes him. If this was heaven Caine thought then he did not want to know the acquaintance of hell. [/i]
Ebony Fedora: “Didn’t expect to meet again on these circumstances Donnie but I guess fate rears its ugly little head once again. You are so lucky to be alive after that little fire at the Gym. Baby I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I wanted Mosi out of the picture of trying to have your soul but I knew the difficulty. So I laced the letter win your locker with a knock out solution forcing you in a sleep like state. You were living in a very surreal nightmare before the fire I started to sort of wake you. The fire department was called in upon my anonymous tip off beforehand that’s why you don’t suffer any burns. But I’m afraid this complicates things a little further for you know the lengths I’ll go. What I do in this life is to make sure that you remain pure in the promised afterlife. But fear not you will not feel a thing. I can’t leave any trace of what has happened. Though I love you it’s too much of a risk. Arson is a serious offense especially knowing that I did it in vain. I want you to know that I love you and we’ll be together real soon. I promise you the sun, moon and the stars. Don’t ever question my love for you as it was always real never a game. May you one day know that as you float onward to the light. But first a kiss my love.”
Ebony kisses Donovan before he realizes the hospital medicine had him seeing illusion eying an empty room except for the letter on his beside which was from Ebony Fedora. He realized he hadn’t opened it before the fire broke out and decided to open it. Before he read even a single sentence he could hear the faint sound of Justin Hume raising hell about his client. He overhears him shouting about how Donovan has a match in just 72 hours on the grandest stage of them all. It was really the stuff of legends, hell not even Donovan knew what he was getting himself into. Just the other day he fell to the hands of Chris Hart & John Dionysus before going downward to being nothing but a curtain jerker. But he snapped up some quick victories to be placed upon Team Overdrive in an instant he obliged the invitation. Now he eyes down the barrel of the shotgun aimed at his head from the imposing side. Donovan didn’t say anything all day and why should he as he knew being silent kept everyone guessing. But rather when it was time for him to speak it would be to give a victory speech. For celebration of him single handily leading a band of makeshift talent in being placed inside history books forever, and he’s just being modest. The Asylum boys have got skill but they don’t have the amount of sorrow and pain to withstand this man known as Donovan Caine. Born Calvin Ingram in the slums of Scotland being the unfit lover of the wealthy Ebony Fedora he was an outcast. All Calvin had to his name was his ghost stories and beliefs that The Dead can walk among the living. Now present day he’s proof that his ghost stories were real and the story isn’t over yet. The head of Justin Hume pops into the Hospital Room of Donovan Caine. Caine eyes him sternly before he makes a swift remark.
Justin Hume: “Ready to get out of here Kid?”
Donovan Caine eyes the letter of Ebony Fedora reluctant at first before seeing an advertisement of Rasslemania on his hospital room television.
Donovan Caine: “Yeah let’s get out of this depressing realm of existence. At Rasslemania Billy Pepsi and The Three Stooges are going to meet Satan…Personally! And let them have a shocking revelation that the Dead truly do walk amongst the living. To repel the lost souls to the graveyard where the King rules overall who are there. And I am that King for I will indeed smite Asylum in three days. Welcome To The End…HAHAHAHAHA”
FIN
