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Shadow of a Killer.; Mystery Partner RP
Topic Started: Dec 17 2009, 10:14 PM (46 Views)
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‘Some people may call me crazy, psychopathic, schizophrenic…I'm all of those things...'

Like lustful demons they spiral, surrounding my me,
they taunt, they laugh, there hounding me.
Constantly, but worse of all, they comfort me,
borrow me, rest deep inside of me.


I wait here in the darkness, though I cannot be seen...that doesn't mean I'm far away. I'm always close, always watching and waiting, and now, my time to walk free from the darkness is upon us.

When I was a child I knew I there was something different about me. I never cried when I saw a dog getting ran over. I never screamed when I saw blood, even if it was my own. I even smiled when I heard my own mother was in hospital with a stroke. I have always been fascinated by inflicting pain, to hear the bones snap, to see the person crying, it makes my spine shiver, to feel the warmth of their blood over my skin...it turns me on in a way nothing else can.

But as well as these demons that always lingered inside of me, I was also born a winner. I am sick of waiting in the shadows, no more will I have to sit back and watch talentless f**ks running around with my Gold. I thought that when I broke my neck all those years ago, my wrestling days were over. I was wrong. I moved past that and I became a champion. I don't know what makes me grin more, the thought of becoming champion once again, or reveling in the art of CAUSING PAIN…



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The scene fades in as we sit looking directly into a window. Through the transparent glass of the window, we see a group of suited up business men sitting, perched around a large rectangular table. There is a man who stands up at the front, dressed in a different color suit than all of the others, wearing cream rather than navy blue. He seems to be directing the meeting, even though we can't hear anything that is going on inside, we know this by his actions and leadership motions. The man who stands up at the front isn't clear, due to the patterns on the window making the scene slightly obscured. The camera begins to zoom outwards, as on the door leading to this meeting room we see a polished silver plaque, reading;

'Combat Zone Wrestling - Board of Directors Lounge'

After a few moments of the same picture, the camera zooms back in and this time, we get a more clear view of the man in the cream suit. He is CZW President, Jesse Montana. The egotistical maniac seems to be having some sort of fit inside the board room, smashing his hands down on the table and glaring at each one of the board members. Suddenly Montana stops, as he stands up tall. He begins to wave his right arm around and point towards the door, and with this movement the rest of the board members stand up off their seats, and stagger towards the door like wounded sheep. The first man flings the door open, sweat pouring down his face and dissolving into his gray beard. Montana stands beside the door as the board members each give their farewell to Jesse before they leave the meeting and go home.

'Such a motivational speech Mr. Montana!'

'Marvelous work today Mr. Montana'

'Have a good Christmas sir, if we don't see you beforehand.'

'Bravo Mr. Montana, just bravo.'

With each patronizing statement made, the grin on Montana's face grows that little bit larger, as does his ego. Of course the board members are mainly just humoring him, as Montana seems to have some kind of claw like grip on each board members, holding them all to ransom with his reign as CZW President. As all of the board members finally leave, Montana throws into his mouth a stick of gum, shaking his head like a cocky jackass, rotating the applause of the board members around his mind once more, while muttering to himself 'God I'm good'. Montana now closes the door, and as the door slams shut, the camera view switches, and we are now following one particular board member who has just returned to the ground floor.

The man has a far away look in his eyes, as though he only has one thing in mind, and that is getting home from yet another painful meeting with the CZW President. He walks through the people who litter the ground floor like they were loose twigs in his way, ignoring their offers of greeting. The man wears a navy blue suit, similar to everyone else's inside the board room. He seems to be middle aged, showing signs of balding, wrinkling and sweating uncontrollably. As his body moves faster than his feet can carry him, he edges closer and closer to the exit, thoughts of getting home finally for the Christmas holiday residing inside his mind. Opening the door to the outside, a strange breeze drafts past, a peculiar whistling sound almost sounding like voices being heard. The man carries on though without bothering, he just wants to get as far away as possible, and nearer to home as soon as possible. A few leaves whisper down the street, as he scurries past a few pedestrians, looking at this man with wide open eyes. As the camera sits still, we see the board member get further and further away into the distance, eventually cutting down a dark alleyway to the left of the road. Suddenly an ominous dark shadow flusters past the camera, with movements unusual for a normal humanoid.

The camera now cuts back onto the BoD member, now shivering partly with cold, partly with excitement to actually be leaving for his holidays. His eyes begin to wander, now virtually in complete darkness, each footstep he makes echoing through the tunnel like underground path. We soon realize were now inside a parking lot, underground, however only very few cars in sight. As he speeds up even more, another set of footsteps can be faintly heard, clearly not corresponding with the movements of the BoD member. The man's head turns form side to side, while still on the move. As he carries on, he begins to almost jog walking down into an even lower level. Heavy breathing can be heard coming form behind the man, then a scraping sound, like metal scraping. The man picks up the pace even more, now basically running in fright, however he trips up, managing to grasp onto a pipe nearby. He looks down at the ground, having lost his contacts or something, frantically placing his hand around, until he stops, fear in his eyes, dread in his mind. His teeth begin to chatter, now looking at something which has scolded his mind. The camera looks down viewing the same image as the man, as we see a long path of flowing red liquid. The board member stand up slowly, panic in his face as he looks around. He cannot resist to speak aloud, terror clearly in his voice.


'Is there anyone there?!'

His voice echoes, but there is no reply, however the same breathing sound can be heard, in the background but still close enough to cause major concern. He decides to carry on, knowing he is only steps away from where he kept his car. But those steps are harder than expected, as his legs freeze to the spot, looking at something which stands right in front of him. His head begin to shake, as tears roll down his cheeks. The shadow has returned, still we are not able to view who exactly the dark figure is, or what it is. The man has no where to run or hide, as the figure pounces, the camera now cutting off with the resting thought of death for the unfortunate board member.


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…At early hours in the morning, police have found yet another body in the Wichita Area. Recent crimes are thought to be related, and we issue a warning to all people living, or entering the Wichita Area, please stay safe. If you live in the Wichita Area, we advise you stay indoors at all times, especially in the late hours of the day. The person or being thought to have committed these recent gruesome murders is incredibly dangerous and still at large in the Wichita Area.

The camera zooms out as we see a television screen, airing a critical news report. We see that none other than Jesse Montana, the CZW President is watching the broadcast, while eating a bowl of cereal, what looks like bran flakes. Montana is dressed just in a large purple dressing gown, his hair still wet from the morning shower. As he gulps down another spoonful of flakes, he suddenly spits out his breakfast and drops the spoon down on the floor, his eyes now open wide as though a he had seen a ghost. He begins to panic while frantically trying to find the Television remote, instantly fiddling to turn the sound volume up. As Montana stares at the screen, we hear exactly what is being said.

…we repeat this important finding. Connections have been made between the victims and we believe it to be some sort of pattern. Two of the male victims are known to be Board members inside the up and coming wrestling federation, Combat Zone Wrestling. With their bi-weekly show, ‘Overdrive’ being aired in this very city just 5 days from now, it is clear recent happenings are linked together. A third victim, who we cannot name is also linked with the Combat Zone Wrestling company, and adds to previous suspicions. If you are involved in the Combat Zone Wrestling production, or you know anything about the vicious events of last night, we say this;

Please come forward with any information you have…

Any Information you have…

ANY INFORMATION YOU HAVE…

Those words rotate around the mind of Jesse Montana as he can hardly breathe. Thoughts of his previous visions and nightmares come straight forward to the front of his mind. He rattles around the bowl of cereal on the desk before rushing towards the phone, however he is not alone.

The shadow from earlier lurks around the corner as we see the familiar dark figure. Montana manages to begin dialing, before dropping the phone to the ground as the wire hangs from the wall. The shadow is now face to face with Montana. The television blasts out echoing through the house, and down the hall.

Please stay safe, lock up your doors, the beast is still out there…

Jesse Montana is frozen solid, as the shadow moves forwards, trapping Montana in his own hallway.


W…what da…do…do you want fr…from me?

The television quickly turns off, in fact the whole power in his mansion turns off, as Montana is left in complete darkness, with a darker force in front of him.


I…want…revenge.

The voice growls out as it leaps forwards, the scene once again going blank. All we can see now is complete darkness as the sound of the television is heard again, switching back on to the broadcast.

…Sudden announcement on the Wichita Murders. It is confirmed that authorities have found a note at the last crime scene, wrote in what appears to be blood. We can not share what exactly is held on the note, however once we get that information or any further information, we will highlight it immediately. Stay safe Wichita

The scene switches to a broadcast of transmission.


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At first it was just my thoughts that were haunted,
but fiction turned into fact and the surreal turned real,
I was attacking the people I loved, torturing, and it felt good.
I was finally getting revenge, like a volcano that has erupted,
I was free to roam as the monster those f**ks had created.


And guess what people, I haven't changed one bit.

All my life I knew there was something lurking deep within me, like I had another side which was more dark, more sinister. I showed her the best years of her life, I gave her my money, my attention, nothing was enough for that whore. And my friend, my best friend betrayed me. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, I just never knew my friends would turn out to be my enemies, traitors. But I have to thank them to a certain extent, I show my gratitude to them because without them I never would have been able to walk free, as the beast within.

I have killed, I have scorned, I have relished in the death and pain of others. This is me. The Board of Directors were nothing. And now I have my ticket into the Combat Zone.

I make my own luck, and my own opportunities, and with my feral whip I have got my place back at the Combat Zone. I intend to return this Monday night on Overdrive, as the well documented ‘mystery opponent‘. For Combat Zone Wrestling, it is just another money making scheme, but for me, it is my destiny. Alan Fiscus believes himself to be the narrator, the director and the producer all in one…he believes himself to be God. He is just as pig headed as Jesse Montana himself. He states he paid me good money for my return, he is as naïve as the rest of the company. He thinks he pulls the cards, and it’s the money that allured me into this match. He is deluded. It is the lust I feel for causing pain. Alan Fiscus will repent the day he brought me to CZW, however I am focused on one man and one man only in this match, and that is Matt Covey.

I have history beyond imagination with Mr. Covey, and one thing is for sure, he will cry with regret in this match. I have no use for three counts, for match victories when something inside proves much stronger. For one night only, I will walk into that ring with one focus, and that is to cause damage to Matt Covey. El Pablo…Krimzon Blaze…they mean nothing to me. They can have their win all they want, I could not care less. All they need to know, is to stay out of my way come Monday night, and if they follow that one instruction, I will leave them be.

Alan Fiscus, you pay me money to take Matt Covey out…I don’t need money. I don’t need any incentive. I have been waiting for this moment for months, many months. Waiting in the darkness for my revival. Combat Zone has revived and now it stands tall…and so will I.

Time stands still as I wait here in the darkness,
Licking my lips with thoughts of slaughter,
Unknown to the World my release is nigh,
And I will be launched upon the, like a natural disaster,
I will strike. And no man will stop my reckoning,
Not even God will retort your cries for help,
Combat Zone will fall at my feet, and you will weep your final pleas,
For I will be champion, a killer, a disease.


Like a predator in the night, I will prey for my victims, and the slaughter…will…begin.



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