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Fear vs Thomas Callaghan vs Luther Black; Triple Threat Match
Topic Started: Mar 3 2008, 07:59 PM (120 Views)
Glen Greeney
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Well this the debut for all three in this match up. Im sure the winner will go on to good things here in HcW. Heck all three of you may go onto greatness. But it all has to start with your debuts.
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'Broken' Jason West
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Slowly, my eyes followed the second hand of the clock. Before long, I shifted the direction of my gaze towards the camera man, who stood there silently, filming me by the front door of the old log cabin. The cabin itself has a creepy feeling to it. A feeling of dread or dismay. I wondered if the camera man could sense the feeling as well.

But I really didn’t need to ask him. I could see the expression on his face. He did not want to be there. No, not at all. He wanted to be somewhere else. Somewhere far away from the old log cabin in the middle of the legendary ‘Haunted Woods’ but he knew that he needed the money that this interview would bring.

“It is funny, is it not?” I asked looking into the lens of the camera. “You see, we live in a world which is based on intelligence and technology. Yet, even the simplest concepts have such perplex designs. Take for instance, the concept of time.

“Time itself does not sound too complex, yet without the concept, there would be no technology nor would there be intelligence. For without time, the sun would neither rise nor set. The sky would be void and the world would be without form. Time is the cornerstone of the foundation that our world is built on.

“An employer uses the concept of time at the end of each week, when deciding how much to pay his workers. If they have worked twenty hours in one week, they would get paid less than someone that has worked thirty hours in one week. Without time, a decent payment plan could not be possible.

“Time is an important factor when considering business meetings, formal events, or even sentimental occurences. If there was no time, you child could not be born, for without time there is no days. Without time, it would be impossible to schedule business appointments or even formal events such as weddings or funerals.

“Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Three meals a day sounds simple enough, but without the concept of time, the meals would not have balance. Without the concept of time, something as simple as breakfast could mistakenly be eaten in the dead of night. How would you know the difference? Without time, you simple would not.

“Yet with such a perplex design, time still has its own flaws. One can move forward in time, simply by waiting. One can move about freely in the presence, yet even with the intelligence and the technology that our world has, we cannot move back in time. Perhaps, if it were possible, then there would be a chance to redeem ourselves of our wickedness.

“But as it is, we can not travel back in time, so instead, we must live with the guilt of our transgressions. We must walk in fear that the avenger has come. With each ticking of the clock, we know not what will happen until the time comes for the event to take place. Right now, our world champion, Tyke Index, is in all of his glory, thinking that he is the heavy wight champion.

“Just like many others, Tyke Index is mislead. He is not the heavy weight champion, he is not but a caretaker. His job is to watch over the heavy weight championship, until it rests in the hands of the one who will inevitably take possession, The Prince of Death, Luther Black!”

Suddenly, the door to the log cabin swung open and the dark and mysterious woods was seen. The camera man turned towards the door, but nobody was there. Instead, a malicious fog wass seen. Slowly, I stood up and moved to the door, stepping through and into the fog. The camera man reluctantly followed, and as if I was being guided by an unseen force, I found my way deeper into the woods, through the fog.

“Yes, time is a very perplex design. The time has come for the world to know fear in its true form once more. The time has come for the HCW to be gripped with terror. The time has come for the safety net to be cut from under the ladder in which each HCW superstar has begun climbing. When they are stricken from their position on the covenant ladder, they will fall to the ground, and will be destroyed because the net has been cut.

“It has been brought to my attention that two superstars have been chosen, not to face Luther Black, but to be destroyed by Luther Black. There is a time for everything. A time for a superstar to be built up, and a time for him to fall. There is a time for a person in a high position to realize that his mind is not his own. The HCW staff will bow to the will of Luther Black. They already have. Two victims have been sentenced by our owners. More will follow.” I continued.

Suddenly, a loud bell tolled in the distance. The unseen force had stopped guiding me. Turning in all directions, I could not possibly know where to go. I had only one option. I could have either followed the direction of the bell, or be lost forever. Slowly, I moved towards the bell. As I got closer, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck rise.

There, in the clearing, were seven children, playing a game of tag. They ran past me, around me, and all the while, they laughed and played as if I was not even there. The fog seemed to form a circle around the seven children, in the same manner that a spotlight shone on a stage.

Then, all at once, the children stopped and looked up at me. They giggled a bunch, and then they ran off into the mist. I went on to follow them, but there was no trace of them. The bell sounded again, and then instantly, I saw the large building with the bell on the roof. The bell was sounding without skipping a beat.

“Shall we?” I asked, with a grin.

Together, the camera man and I entered the large building through the double doors. There were seven cloaked men, who seemed to be nameless, featureless, and impervious to their surroundings. They cared not that I was in the room, nor for the camera man. They focused on their sawing, their hammering, their drilling, and their measuring. Something big was afoot.

Slowly, the camera man backed away and pointed ahead of him. Standing at the back of the barn, wearing a black derby atop his head, a black overcoat which partially covered his black cut off shirt and pants, his gray boots, gray gloves and gray shaped tie, was Luther Black himself.

Slowly, I turned around and grinned at the camera man, who looked even more terrified. I looked back at Luther Black and then back to the camera man before clearing my throat and raising my arms in the air.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel it, Fear? Can you feel it, Thomas Callaghan? Can you feel the terror in this room, as a man knows that he is caught beyond enemy lines? He is on the wrong side of the train tracks and he knows that his future is looking bleak? If you can not feel this terror, do not worry, because it will soon strike your very soul!” I said before dropping down to one knee.

Luther Black slowly inched forward, step by step. His oily black hair still hid his face, even in the semi-lit room. He stopped just a few feet away from the camera man and than he lifted his hand and pointed at the camera.

”Children of the Darkness! For the first time, Monday Night Hell will take on the meaning that it was meant to take on. For the first time in the history of HCW, the crowd will know what Hell is really like. For the first time, two superstars will know that Hell is real.

“Fear, when I sent Jason West to you, I made you an offer, and yet you did not act upon it. The Angel of Destruction does not trade mercy for stupidity, and therefore, you will obtain no mercy on Monday Night. When you step into that ring, and you look at me and then you pause and look at Thomas Callaghan, you will notice that he has the very same expression on his face. You will, on Monday Night, realize that there is nothing to FEAR…BUT FEAR HIMSELF!

“And you, Thomas Callaghan. Do not look to others for your redemption. Look only to yourself and know that you have stood in the courts of darkness, and you have been found guilty of your transgressions. Know that you now face the grand executioner in the form of the Prince of Death. There is no escape. There is no where to hide. On hell…you both may not Rest In Peace…but I promise you…YOU WILL BOTH RESSSSSSSSSSSST!”
Luther said.

Slowly, I rose to my feet, and a look of destruction came over my face. I walked over to a box, and retrieved a paper cutter, which was a long machetti connected to a long board. Luther Black walked over to the camera man and grabbed him by the throat, dragging him over to a small box. He then forced the man to stretch out his arm, and fastened his hand to the box.

“Do you know why, this is happening?” I asked him.
“No…Please…please don’t…” He begged.
“I am sending a message to Glen and Lance.” I told him.
“What message…I could just tell it…” He pleaded.
“Oh no…blood is thicker than words.” I smiled.

“I know that you make your money holding a camera. I know that for you to make money, I know for you to hold your wife, for you to move as normal, you need the use of all five fingers. Well, I am going to take away your career, just as Luther Black will take Fear’s career from him. Just the way Luther Black will take Thomas Callaghan’s career from him. You will no longer know the feel of a woman beneath your finger tips. You will no longer be able to use a camera or to write a letter.” I said with a grin.

Luther slowly pushed the cutting board beneath the man’s trempling hands, and forced him to stretch out his fingers. Slowly, I raised the machetti up, preparing to change this man’s life forever. Then, a thought occurred to me. Perhaps…just perhaps, he could be of more use to me…in my mind, I played a game of chance, like an old nursery rhyme.

‘Eeny Meeny Miny Moe… Catch a tiger by his toe… if he hollars let him go… my mother told me… to pick the very best one… and you are not… not… it…”
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A dark shadowed person in a long black trench coat stood aimlessly against the crumbled broken down rustic wall. As darkness fell beneath the skies of day, the shadow became clear. The man of mystery was that of Fear, his eyes were gazing at the activities going on under the old metal arched train bridge.

“The season of Christmas cheer is now a distant memory, as is the saying good will to all mankind, but look over there” as Fear points to under the arches


In that distance, under the arched train bridge was a picture that was evident to all folks but these small narrow minded and selfish people would go blind and walk on past the assortment of loners that gathered around the metal oil drum, the only source of heat in there meaningless existence.

“People have said in the past that change is good, now go and find those same fucking people, bring them here, and tell these people in front of me that change is good. I can guarantee you that the majority of these people in front of me, once had a normal life, a house, a job but the finger of fate or what ever you want to call it, decided that the path will certainly be a rocky one.”
Fear rubs his rough unshaved chin as he continues to watch the on goings under the arches

“Ten years ago, I was there where they are now, homeless, distort without hope and a future, take a look at their eyes, the once bright life which once shone brightly is now replace by the knowledge that they had reached the end, the bright eyes are now the window to their decaying soul”

As Fear takes the motionless walk towards the chocolate tin of people, Fear notices an elderly frail gentleman with scruffy tangles matted grey beard, the loose hair from his greased locks cover the hidden crevices and wrinkled skin. This was pure evidence he was a man of dark times, the wearily look as he glances coldly into Fears direction. The old aged loner is lying on a pissed soaked mattress, it stains were magnified to the smell which was either coming from the poor fellow or the bed in which he laid. His eyes were space out, as if the life that he led was hidden behind the sorrowful dark bleeding eyes. He looked like care and love had left his soul as he waited patiently for the opened welcoming arms of death. Fear takes the mind-filled steps towards the old soul. He stares over the space in which the man laid. As he necks his head into the direction of the chap, he slowly, but heavily sits on the dusty, grimy, and rat infested stone floor. The poor fellow looks shocked at the invasion of his space, but no soon had his eyes appeared to light up, he drifted back to despondency.

Fear takes a couple of heavy breaths as the air as familiarity starts to flow though his being, with his head lowered, his long dark locks covers his sparking blue eyes, as he glances at the gust of dust flowing along the ground like an uninvited ghost.

Fear softly mutters “This was once my home, if you can call this place that. I was viciously kicked and I mean kicked out of what I thought off as my family home once I reached the age of sixteen. You need a licence to own a dog, you need a licence to own a gun, hell you even need a television licence in some countries, but they let any jerk to be a parent. The cards I was dealt would represent the hand I would need to play with my whole life, and sometimes no matter how much you can bluff you can never win the hands you want to, that’s the simple of facts of life.”

A scurrying brown rodent bravely runs past the starving hobo’s searching aimlessly for any crumbs to help his own family, a four-legged rat trying to take from the two-legged variety

As Fear stares intently at the movements of the brave little rat, doing anything to survive including risking its own life, Fear mutters once again

How was I suppose to know, I didn’t know, I was only sixteen, just for fuck sake sixteen, why? Why?”

Fear pauses, in the distance in a place which seems far away from the place he used to be a resident, music seems to flow though the winter air, like an arrow in to the heart of the dishearten.

Remember the first day as one of the thousands of homeless, and it couldn’t have been a worst day. It just seems instead of my so-called mother and father celebrating my sixteen years upon this ball of earth, his own celebration was of a more personal one. Its seems I was nothing more than a piece of rotting garbage waiting around until the day it can be thrown out, with their only son out of their life, the celebration of their own lives can know continue.”

Fear feels his hand tightening up as the flow of emotions flows though his blood system

A sullen fear continues “It seemed like the day couldn’t get any worse, but it seemed like the hand of fate was not in my favour on that day. As the biting winter, winds batter my unshielded body, like an ice-cold anvil to the chest, as I wrap my teenager arms around chest as a feeble attempt at protection. My eyes darted up at skies above, as if asking to the mighty one up above why me, it seemed that he’s wasn’t listening to me that day or any other, as the skies darken, and the pitter patter of the clouds tears start to appear upon the streets. Without warning the tears become a instant downpour, the only heat seems to come within as the intense anger is building like an volcano ready to spurt out its red hot molten lava. Walking along the streets aimless, as the weight of thoughts of the event of the day weighing heavy on the day of Justin, as his sodden clothes makes each and every step a larger effort”

Fear pauses as he lifts his head for a second to watch the flicker of the dancing flames upon the oil drum, happy and free, warming up the sad and restrained due to the personal problems, which holds them, in their own personal confinement. Fear head drops like the weight of his memories seem too heavy upon his head

“The sight of the railway arches was a welcoming one, as the my immature eyes glaze at the sight of shelter, as my feet seem to float on air, as I’d dashed to the welcoming arms arches. This is where my shot of reality hit me straight in the middle of my eyes, the sight of men, women and children all sheltering but not only from the downpour but the rough world of life, as the sight of mattresses and tattered boxes, this wasn’t just a railway arch but this was home to those who had none. The stares from the regulars bore right though me, I knew what they thinking, and what was this kid were doing here in their place, their home.”

A sudden disturbance breaks the personal reflection of Fear’s past life

Land ahoy……grab the anchor…. ‘Cause the captain is coming” comes the voice from beyond a mass of bodies blocking the view of this intrusion

“Shiver my timbers…you do as the captain says or else it’ll be the plank for you” as the voice seems to growing in volume

“Where’s Polly?.........Polly?.....captain got a cracker for Polly”

abruptly an gentleman of advancing years, stumbles though the crowd, the sight of him was an sight to behold, his faded scuffed shoes, seem to cover the brown dirty bare feet of this lost soul, his pare green trousers flailed and holed in the knees, a large faded black overcoat cover the body like a blanket. As he gets closer his uncombed wisps of hair move with the wind, as his hand grabs tight to his crutch of his brown paper wrapped bottle of liquor.

It seems like the liquor has a voice today, as he stumbles forward, as he struggles to walk in a straight line

Fear glances to the direction of the wannabe pirate, he mutters to himself

“The delusional or the simple strange always seem to see objects or some would say visions of mystical objects, it’s just happens that this soul is one of the mentions. Nothing more than a drunken shell of his once former life, a man strangled of life by trying to find the answers to the questions at the bottom of a bottle”

Fear notices that the pirate is coming closer to his direction, he lowers his head as not to draw attention to himself, and however the pirate sways unsteadily next to him, the stench of old alcohol oozes from his pours. The pirate tries to focus his bloodshot eyes as he stand above the seated Fear, captain drunk swings his remains of his shoe as it makes contact with the soul of Fear’s shoe

“Sir….you have my parrot…I want my parrot……..want you say you ate my parrot……for that you must walk the plank” slurs the pirate wannabe

Fear remains silent and still, not wishing to interface with this person

The insane pirate slumps to one knee, as he slams his rough palm against the shoulder of Fear

“Deckhand…it’s rude to ignore your captain” as the drunk slurs his words once again

Fear raises his head, as his cold intense eyes tries to send a message to the insane drunk, as this is not the right person to be having this conversation.

“Sir you ate my parrot…..and sir you will pay with your life” as increasingly aggressive pirate gets in the face of Fear

Fear looks in the lost eyes of this lost soul, as he gently shakes his head, he gradually stand erect upon the dirty laded floor

The pirate swings wildly in the direction of Fear like an erratic windmill, easily dodged by Fear, as the unbalance stumbles to the floor, as a small puff of dust leaps from the ground as he makes contact. The pirate undeterred scrambles to his feet and dives at Fear like a manic beast but without prevail, as the pirate once again misses his target

Fear walks up to the fallen drunk, grabs hold off the collar, and roughly jerks him to his feet, and whisper in his ear

“Look you fucking piece of shit, I could if I wanted to beat the fucking pirate crap nonsense out of your screwy little peanut of a brain. I know that a beating is not what you deserve; find someway to sleep it off, and try not piss off anyone else off you just might not be so lucky next time.”

The pirate stares at Fear trying to process the warning from a merciful Fear

“Seems like the natives are not that friendly here……all hands on deck….” As the intoxicated pirate stubbles away as the muttering from him dies down the further he walks


It seems like the disturbance has attracted a gathering of people, as the whispering seems to intensify

“Hey it’s that, you know that wrestler person……no cant be why would he be here…….That’s Fear……fuck off that Fear what the hell would he be doing with people like us, probably a look-alike”

A little girl with blonde pony tails no more than seven walks up to Fear dressed in blue jeans and an oversized woollen jumper

“Excuse me Mister but are you Fear?” as the innocent ask the question everyone wants to know the answer

Fear looks down at the inquisitive youngster then at the surrounding mass of people who have seem to gather from no where

Fear look at the girl, simply smiles and nods his head

“What the fuck you doing here then” comes a voice from the crowd, to scared to show his face

Fear takes an intake of air before he answers “I used to live here, I’m not here to cause trouble just need to reflect on a few things”

Like wildfire the whispering continues as the news that Fear once lived under the arches

“I’m not here to preach to you all, I’m not here to show you the path, I’m just here” whispers Fear

“What’s your secret boy, how come you escaped this hell hole” questions an Irish gentleman

“There is no secret, I went to his hell hole to another, but the point is to survive each day as it comes, don’t worry about next week or month, worry about today” replies Fear

Fear glances at the eyes of surrounding people seeing the flicker of life and a sign of hope for these unfortunate souls, he moves forward as the crowd parts the waves like Moses and the red sea. The knowledge that as the people and that had recognised him his reflection of his past, and his peaceful moment had been ruined by the occurring events. As Fear continues his striding along the muddy ground his thoughts flow from the past to the present in the form of the upcoming match. As he walks aimlessly he glances up to see the shell of a burnt out car, void of any seats as if the soul of the car had been viciously stripped, Fear sits upon the bonnet of the car as he softy speaks


“This place behind me represents my past, it’s the place which keeps me grounded, whilst around me, the growing pressure of fame and fortune stares into my eyes, my fame was increasing, my name was being recognised though out the area, I was losing my edge, it was time for a fresh challenge.”


Fear lifts up his head, to stare at the distant illumination from the city

“I could easily mention my past accomplishment in past organisations, but honestly who will actually give a fuck what I’ve won in other federations. All that count to the HCW roster is what I can accomplish here in HCW, and with that the journey will start, with my debut match”Fear takes a couple of deeps breaths of air

“So here I am about to step forth into the new world of HCW once again starting over in a federation. On this upcoming card, there seems to be an insertion of fresh talent on the roster, and with fresh talent comes the attention of the rest of the roster, wondering if these new guys are any good, or be a challenge to there own personal status on the HCW.”

Fear glance to his left then his right, as he lowers his head, as his dirty brown locks flutter in the gentle nighttime breeze

“So my debut would happen to be a triple threat match involving Thomas Callaghan Luther Black, my knowledge on these gentleman is limited that’s for sure, but you must know who you are, before you can figure out others, gentlemen I know who I am and I hate myself. I don’t give a damn about my own personal health, so why on earth should I give a damn about yours. Lets us break down this match slightly and lets start with Thomas Callaghan”

Fear moves his rough hand over his face, and lowers them towards his neck

Mr Callaghan is certainly an interesting person, complex that is for sure, calling himself the Bristol brawler yet he is an technical expert, he may be the lightest guy in this fight but without doubt someone not to be overlooked, who claim about his past experience in other federation. But listen here Mr Callaghan, I don’t give a fuck about what you did in other federation, or who you defeated, or who you fuck sorry I don’t give a damn. you start here in HCW at the same level as me, and that is the bottom rung, you got to show me that you have the heart and soul to actually defeat two other hungry competitors. You say that you want to be the number one guy, to hold the belt, what do I want I don’t give a damn about pretty shiny belt or championship, I want people to feel my pain my hurt my agony, and unfortunately Mr Callaghan and Mr Black seem to be in the wrong place.”

Fear slowly lifts his head; with his eyes closed, he looks at the camera, suddenly his eyes open, as the ice-cold blue eyes stare directly ahead.

“Mr Black, I hope you didn’t think I forgot about you, but then again you want to prove that you can still hang with the top guys and to do that you need to win this triple threat match. A man who has a past of terror, to destroy whoever is in your path, but you see Mr Black I’m a man who isn’t going to back down at all. I don’t care if you make me bleed in the centre of that ring, let me rephrase that, I dare you to make me bleed, please make me bleed, make me taste the sweet nectar of my own blood. I know that both of my opponents will say something concerning my name, like something lame that I’m not afraid of anything, or I’m not scared of you, or my personal favourite I fear nothing, but they will both will learn the fear is more than four little letters, it’s a state of mind.”
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Slowly, the small child’s eyes began to close. The feeling of sleep fell upon him, but yet he mustered up enough strength to entwine his little fingers, as he sat up in bed. A tear slowly began to trickle down his cheeks. He knew that this would be the most important thing that he had ever done.

“Now I lay…” He said, his voice dying second by second. “Now…I…lay…”

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the room, yet only the child could see it. The person standing before him was dressed in a long white robe. He had long blonde hair and a perfect smile, as he walked towards the boy and sat next to him on the bed. The boy looked up with wide eyes.

“Hello.” The man said with a bright smile.
“Hi.” The boy said, no longer feeling tired.
“Do you know who I am?” He asked.
“No…who…?” The boy asked.
“My name is Joseph. I am here to help you.” The man said.

The boy closed one eye and studied the man for a second, before nodding his head. A yawn escaped his lips and the look of exhaustion slowly returned. He entwined his little fingers once more, this time feeling confident.

“Hello, Joseph.” I said from the corner of the room.

Joseph looked mildly surprised. He knew that I would be here. How could he not? Joseph’s mission was much like my mission. We served the same purpose, and we even anwered to the same higher authority.

“Well, well, well. What brings the Prince of Death’s associate here?” Joseph asked.
“Luther is here, on business. I had a feeling that you would drop down tonight.” I told him.
“So it would seem you are correct. Please, wait just a moment.” Joseph said kindly.

Joseph turned back to the boy and smiled again. Then, he too entwined his fingers and closed his eyes, clearing his throat, he began to lead the boy through his final wish. The boy wished to pray to God for the first and last time in his life.

“Now I Lay Me…” Joseph began.
“Now I Lay Me…” The boy repeated carefully.

I stood by quietly, my head lowered and my eyes closed. I was moved by the passion in the boy’s voice. It was compelling. He repeated every line perfectly, and once he had finished, he closed his eyes and whispered a thank you to Joseph.

“It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Joseph asked in a low voice.
“Hmm?” I asked, opening my eyes.
“To think, He will now sit upon God’s lap and laugh and talk with him.” Joseph said.
“A most humbling experience.” I agreed.
“Mr.Applestead?” Joseph asked, raising an eyebrow.

Joseph was never one to stay on the same subject, yet I knew him as well as I knew anyone. He was kind and considerate. It was strange to know that he and Luther were the exact opposite, yet they both were each other’s counterparts.

“Wait.” Joseph stopped me from answering.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong.” He sounded terrified.
“What is it, Joseph?” I asked more urgently.

Joseph rushed past me, out into the open hallway. I followed him out, but did not see anything terrifying. Nothing was amiss. There were a few doctors on staff, a few nurses. Nothing to be alarmed at. Except for one odd thing. The lights on the West Wing were out. I looked at Joseph, and he looked back at me.

“Maybe they lost power?” I asked.
“I don’t know…I feel evil.” Joseph said.
“Hang on, I’ll ask.” I told him.

Slowly, I approached one of the nurses on staff, and tapped her shoulder. To my horror, as soon as I did, she disappeared and her clothing fell to the ground. Joseph closed his eyes and shook his head, saddened.

“Whats going on?” I asked.

Instead of giving me an answer, Joseph disappeared in a white light. I had not been ready for this. I was looking forward to a semi normal night. This was insane. People don’t just disappear when you touch them. Suddenly, the lights went out completely.

“Three blind mice…” A voice called out in the darkness.
“Whos there?” I asked.
“Three blind mice…” The voice continued.
“I said whos there!?” I yelled louder.
“See how they run…” The voice continued.

Suddenly, panic filled my entire body. I could hear footsteps off in the distance, yet it sounded as if there were thousands of them, not walking, running, in my direction. I could hear the words “RUN YOU MORON!” echoing through my mind, yet my feet were stuck to the ground. This seemed like a nightmare, but I knew I was awake. I could recount the entire day.

“See how they run…” The voice continued to the next line.

Something was wrong…I could feel a deep foreboding in the area. Something was stabbing at my brain. There had to be away to get my feet unstuck. I couldn’t believe Joseph could leave me like this. Perhaps if I ruined his fun, he would stop. The best way to ruin his fun would be to finish the old nursery rhyme for him.

I had to think, I had to jog my memory. Three blind mice. It was a rhyme I had not used often as a child, but yet it was still a popular one. I could hear children chanting it when I was younger. Three blind mice… three blind mice… see how they run… see how they run… what was the rest of it? Suddenly, a smile crept over my face.

Of course, why would whatever this thing was be chanting a modern day nursery rhyme? Evil does not know time as we do. Evil would have dated back long before our modern time, so I doubt they would be up to speed on what our children sing. Thomas Ravenscroft had written the original “Three Blind Mice” in 1609.

“Dame Lulian, Dame Lulian, The Miller and his merry olde Wife, shee scrapte her tripe licke thou knife.” I carefully recited aloud.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my throat and push me up against a wall. The hand was choking the life out of me, and I felt powerless to resist. Suddenly, I could hear a voice so terrifying and dark, that it paralyzed me with fear.

“Iccara Incino Verda Mino.” The voice said.

I knew what that meant. I had read it before in a book of demonology. Iccara Incino Vera Mino was a message in the dead language. It meant “Now I Take You”. It was the phrase that an Illusionist used before killing his victims.

Suddenly, in a bright light, Joseph appeared. Joseph smiled brightly at the almost invisible being that had me up against the wall.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Joseph said with a grin.
“Man from above…why do you drop down now?” The being asked.
“Oh, but I didn’t come from above. I came from below. One floor below, to be exact.” Joseph said, before glancing at the elevator.

Suddenly, the elevator began to move up slowly to this floor. I felt the tension on my throat loosen ever so slightly, as the lights appeared to be trying to turn themselves on. It was as if two forces were battling at the lightswitch. One force was trying to turn the lights on, the other was trying to turn them off. As the elevator stopped and the door began to open, the lights came on to a dim and for the first time, I saw the being.

It was me! The being that was choking me….it was me! I was choking myself…but how? I was up against the wall, yet I was also in front of me, choking me. Slowly, “I” let me down and turned to see Luther Black standing directly by the elevator.

Then, right before my eyes, the being changed to a featureless void of a man. Joseph was a genius. He had went to find Luther. Now Luther stood directly across from the being, and the being seemed to be backing away. He was no match for Luther Black. Luther raised his hand slightly, and the being erupted in flames. Slowly, Joseph turned to me, and spoke in a voice of conviction.

“Do you know why I have allowed you to see this?” Joseph asked.
“What?” I asked confused.
“I have allowed you to witness this, so that you know Luther Black is able to overcome any obstacle.” Joseph explained.
“Wait a second…what do you mean you let me see this?” I asked, basked in confusion.

Joseph shook his head and instantly, I appeared back at the graveyard where I had retrieved the Stone Tablets, yet Joseph stood next to me. I opened my mouth to question him, yet I could not speak.

“You see, Luther Black has walked between the lines of both good and evil. When he rejected the master of evil, and yet when he turned from the light upon his brief time dead, he became trapped between good and evil. So to speak, he walks the line. I have granted you the power to see this, because the world would not accept seeing this. The world would not accept Luther Black being as powerful as he is. I could see that you did not fully believe either. But you will now. What I want you to do, is I want you to accept a gift. Take it with you.” He said, pointing to an iron rod nearby.

As I picked up the iron rod, I instantly fell to the ground unconcious. I could not hear, see, feel, smell, or taste anything. Until a loud voice spoke loudly.

“WAKE UP!” A voice screamed.

At first, I thought that the voice was screaming at me. But slowly, I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times. I was sitting in the corner of the hospital room, where I had seen Joseph praying with the boy. Doctors and nurses were rushing around his head, yelling all sorts of medical terms.

Slowly, I stood up and left the room. I could feel the presence of evil, in this hall, but it was very faint. I stepped through the hall further, until I came across a blackened spot on the floor. A look of terror came across my face, and a nurse moved closer to me, looking down at the floor.

“What a night that was!” She said.
“What?” I choked out, slowly.
“When this wing first opened, there was a man here…by the name of Josco James. He was mean to everyone. Nurses, doctors…visitors…” She said sadly.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Well, one day, he was walking with his oxygen tank, and suddenly, the oxygen tank caught fire. But the strangest part was…the fire was contained into that one spot.” She explained.

This was too insane. The wing had been opened for nearly 100 years. Yet I was there when that demon…or whatever had been burned…in this very spot. I didn’t know much about the good vs evil thing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I have already been through so much freaky stuff, I don’t think I could take it anymore. Perhaps it was just a nightmare.

“Oh, are you here with Luther Black?” She asked.
“Yes.” I said.
“I have been asked to give you a message by the talent relations of the Tonight Show. You and Mr.Luther Black have been booked to go on with Jay Leno tonight, by a Joseph.” She told me. “Just so you know…the show starts in 15 minutes.”

Fifteen minutes!? This had to be some kind of joke. I quickly rushed to the elevator and hit the button to the lobby. The elevator took its time reaching the bottom, but when the doors opened, I found Luther waiting for me, wearing his traditional attire. As we walked, I told him about my strange nightmare. He listened silently, then I told him about the booking for Jay Leno. He nodded his head, as we reached the parking lot.

TEN MINUTES LATER


“And our first guest tonight, ladies and gentlemen, have you seen this guy? He is a monster! He is also one of the newest acquisitions to the HCW, along with his manager Jason West…please welcome Luther Black!” Jay Leno introduced.

The reception was not quite what I had expected. I had expected people to boo. It was likely that people would rather cheer for Fear or Callaghan, but that didn’t seem to be the case. They cheered for Luther Black, like I could not believe. We sat down quietly, and waited for Jay Leno to ask his questions.

“First of all, Mr.West, is Luther Black prepared for his first match in HCW?” He asked.

I wasn’t sure how to answer the question at first. Of course Luther Black was prepared, but…suddenly, the image from my nightmare, the image of me picking up the iron rod flashed into my head. It had to be symbolic in some way, but I instantly felt conviction and passion enter me.

“Well, let me tell you something, Jay. There have been talks all over the world. Right now, in a coffee house in China…you have two Chinese guys talking about the match. Do you know what they are saying?” I asked.
“No what..” Jay asked.
“I don’t know…I don’t speak Chinese…” I told him.

Everyone started to laugh, and I could almost see a hint of a smile appear on Luther’s mouth.

“If I had to take a guess, I would say that they are talking about HCW…namely the Tirple Threat Match. While Tyke Index is running around screaming about his declaration as the champ, like an idiot, people seem to be hypnotized. They are being sucked in to the hype behind the Triple Threat Match. You have Fear. You have Thomas Callagan…and you have LUTHER BLACK!

“Now, Thomas Callaghan must be sick…because nobody has seen him. Whether he shows up in good health or whether he shows up sick as a dog, this will be the very last time he wrestles in good name here in the HCW, because he will never beable to show his face again when Luther Black destroys him.

“Now, lets move on to our very opinionated friend, Fear. Now, I don’t know what to think of Fear, honestly. First, he goes out and begins to speak about some individuals that are less fortunate than others. And he was right…something should be done about that. I do not want anyone to think that we under estimate our opponents. I do not want anyone to think that we do not listen to what our opponents have to say. You see Fear….something has been done.” I said with a grin.

Slowly, Luther Black walks backstage and when he returns, he pushes a cart out with four silver urns on it. Jay Leno’s eyes get wide and I close my eyes, to pay my respects to the departed.

“You see, Fear, Death is the eternal change that a person experiences. Change is good, to those who understand the concept. Why should those people have been made to suffer? Why should those people have to live day to day with the pain of seeing happy go lucky people? I have done you a favor. I have put the issue to rest, much like Luther Black will do to your career on Hell.

“Do you know what you are Fear? You are nothing but a self pitying fool. You want to cry about getting thrown out of the house when you were little?” I asked.

Suddenly, Luther Black rose once more and removed his hat and overcoat. He flipped his long hair back and stood into the many cameras that were positioned throughout the studio and everyone, including Jay Leno got silent.

”You think you had a hard childhood? Thrown out when you were Sixteen years old? Well, let me tell you what hard is. I lived a normal life. I lived a charmed life as many would call it. I had two brothers, two parents, a dog. Your typical Leave It To Beaver setting. Now my family had money. I am not going to lie. I am not going to make my family out to be something they weren’t. We were far from poor. We were pretty damn rich.

“We were quite popular, yet we were also hated by many. One day, it would seem that a couple of guys had had too much to drink. They decided to come over to my place and start trouble. Now, I was seventeen, my brother Damien was fifteen, and my brother Michael was twelve years old. Now on Friday Nights, we had what you would call game night. Every Friday Night, we voted on a board game to play and we video taped the family while playing it for the purpose of home videos. We were having such a good time, yelling, whooping with joy, that none of us heard the door open.

“Before we even saw the intruders, one of them shot my dear sweet mother in the back of the head and the other slit my father’s throat. The gunman turned the gun on my brother Damien first, BANG…shot him in the chest. I tried to rush him, but he shot me as well. We well to the ground unconcious. I woke up over a day later to see my brother Damien in a hospital bed next to fine with tubes in his chest and mouth. I asked about my brother Michael, and the doctor turned his eyes to the ground.

“Later, I found out that the intruders did not kill Michael. However, Michael called 911 before picking up the gun that the intruder dropped and he turned it on himself. My 12 year old brother killed himself because he thought he was alone in the world. The doctors told me that Damien and I had both been pronounced dead, and that in some strange coincidence, we both began breathing again at the exact same time.

“Now, I knew what had happened. I was the eldest son, and I had let my entire family down. My dog had been beheaded, my father and mother had been killed, my brother had committed Suicide, and it was all over jealousy. I was unable to protect my family. And when I closed my eyes and I screamed on the inside, I felt power surge. When I opened my eyes, the hospital lights were out. I knew that my experience with death had left a mark upon my soul.

“So Fear…forgive me if I do not share the pity of your poor childhood. I do not feel sorry for you. I do not pity you. I certainly will not take it easy on you at Hell. On Hell, you will enter what is known as the Final Judgement, because you will stand in the presence of your executioner. You went on to plead with me to make you bleed. Well, if it is blood you want…it is blood that you are going to get, and I promise you that by the time the match is over, your face will be covered in your own blood. Your flesh will be ripped open as if it were ripped open by a lion. For death has come in the form of a lion, and he is seeking those whom he shall devour. Your final resting place…will be on Hell. Signed in your own blood, you death certificate will be sealed and delivered!”


Jay Leno looked mezmorized as did the crowd watching the show. Not knowing what to do next, Jay Leno decided to call for a commercial break.
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DISCLAIMER- THIS ROLEPLAY CONTAINS SEXUAL WORDS AND SEXUAL ACTIONS……YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The scene opens as the curtain of droplets of water cascade upon Fear’s brown locks, as he washes himself in the shower, as he looks up the spray covers his face. he reaches his left hand up as it touches the large knobbly dial to stop the shower, careful he places his foot on the sky blue towel beside the shower. With his back turn to the camera the sign of old scars on his back become clear, as he roughly grabs an hanging towel, which he quickly flings around his waist.

Slowly Fear turns around and stare intently “there is a certain gentleman, who has an elated opinion of himself, who thinks he is a big shot. Now listen hear you piece of crap, you think you’re something special cause you won a world title in some kind of Christmas cracker of a federation, and that going to intimidate me, you seriously got to do better than that”

Fear rubs his hand over his unshaven chin, “You see you talk about the HCW champion Tyke Index, like he’s a nobody, now don’t get me wrong I don’t know the guy, he could be the world’s biggest asshole as far as I know. However you see Luther, you got to get pass this triple threat match before dreaming about the HCW title, and yes it will be another loser’s pipe dream.”

Fear slows walks out of the bathroom with his towel still around his waist, as he leaves the bathroom door, he spots Phobia naked as the day she was born, lying on the black leather couch. Slowly Fear steps forward, he see that’s Phobia bald head is very shiny under the living lights, with her eyes closed, but sights of movement under the lids, the gentle moaning from her soft moist lips is clearly audible. As he stand next to the couch, Fear looks down at Phobia, who’s hand is caressing her erect nipples, whilst her other hand is pleasuring herself, Fear lifts his head slightly and smiles, and slowly walks away

“What you see there is my Phobia, my little bald headed horny little minx, and for those who never had the pleasure of meeting, let me warn you she is not totally wired up correctly, but then again people have said the same about me, so welcome to my world, my life and therefore your pain your suffering your agony.”

He spots a little alarm clock upon the mantelpiece; Fear grabs the clock and holds it upon his hand

“Time is ticking, tick tock tick tock……..(Fear drops the clock on the ground) who gives a fuck about the ticking of a fucking clock, its like breathing we all breath in and out it taken for granted. Luther droned on and on about time, like if anyone for stupid enough to listen to your shit, you asked if I could feel it, you want to play your little mind games well go ahead, but you’re wasting your time with me. I don’t give a shit about who the hell you think you are, calling yourself the prince of terror. You want to play dress up well go back to school, impress your little mates, this is the real world, and I lived it the hard way, you want to scare me, don’t you realise who the hell you are facing, I’ve stared death in the face, and he blinked”

Fear face becomes intense as his angry intensives, his hands becomes balls of hate

You know that I always seem to tangle up with a right prick, who thinks he’s someone fucking special, time for a wake up call, (Fear stamps on the alarm clock). My name is fucking Fear, and you had better not forget it, you see I was mellow and calm whilst mixing with the homeless and the unfortunate, but you see to have rattled the wrong cage. You have the balls or is that the lack of brain cells to call me stupid for ignoring your pathetic message on saying that you want me to tag with Luther Black, now listen hear you jackass, I don’t care for wannabes. What kind of person would choose a partner they have never seen in the ring, you have no idea what the hell of a person I am, but you still want to tag with me, you stupid son of a bitch, I can give you an answer right now if you want. Fuck off you demented reject, go find yourself another rookie to pester. “

“Who rattled your chain this time?” questions a bare naked Phobia was is standing behind Fear, with a large grin upon her face

“What you mean?” sharply replies Fear

“Well for starters my alarm clock seems to be broken, and those veins in your forehead are popping out again” Smiles Phobia as she picks up pieces of broken white plastic

“This jackass of a person who think he a fucking boogie man, Luther Black” grimaces Fear

“Err you mean he eats worms, I mean how can anybody eat worms, he must have worm breath” as she puts her hand in front of her mouth

“He’s not that kind of boogie man, he think he can intimate people including me”
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Phobia bursts out in laughter “I guess he’s never met you then”

“Let this jackass think what the fuck he wants, cause end of the day I face him and the Bristol Brawler, everyone in HCW will know about Fear, and I’m not the guy to piss off”

Phobia has a slight sly smile as she notices that Fear is only wearing a towel “Why not come here and let me relax you a little, and how about losing that towel for me, and lets see what’s its hiding”

Fear tilts his head slightly “How many times am I gonna say to you, no matter how horny for are feeling I’m not going to fuck you”

Phobia sweetly smiles “please, I’m so wet for you I want you so badly”

Phobia pauses for a second before manically laughing, before turning around and heading towards the bathroom

“That’s Phobia, my little horny minx and missing a few sandwiches in the picnic basket” as a slight giggle passes the lips of Fear


Fear walks to towards the window, as his footstep creak upon the wooden floor boards, as he approaches the window, its seems to be cover in a light film of condensation, he wipes the film off with the palm of his hand. he places his hand upon the cold pane of glass and looks down at the ongoing down on the sidewalk.

“its seems like life is happening like normal, people are living and breathing, walking and talking, and I’m sure I saw one guy yawning, I bet he saw your last promo.” As Fear rests his head upon the glass

“Its time someone gave you a reality check, this is planet earth you wack job, you want to talk about fairy stories, then you’re in the wrong place. I guess you was once an extra in the Lords of the ring, now how many people do you know talk about the three fucking blind mice, maybe someone should shoot your fucking brains out, but then again they would probably miss.”

Fear spots a man in rags stumbling across the road, he studies the man carefully as he disappearing into the darkness of a side alleyway

“You know that I saw that Jay Leno show, I was bored and I was sick of listening to the pissheads singing outside my window, so I put on the Leno show. It must have been a quiet show, how on earth that a no name bottom of the rung HCW star made it on the show is a mystery to me, and probably to the audience, he probably fucked someone to get on the show, it’s the only way he would appear

Fear closed his eyes, his breathing gets deeper, and he is silent for a few minutes staring at the window and the world beyond the glass

“Luther black I’ve never asked for pity and never wanted it, so I was homeless, living on the streets, fighting and scraping for disregarded pieces of food, but my friend that is the past chapter in my life, and my life is full of chapters. I understand why this person I face is messed in the head, having to dealing with all that personal death and loss would make the most calmest person totally nut, but for a kid to dealing with emotional punishment is beyond anyone thought, I think you need some counselling to deal with your loss. Or how about I kick the fucking shit out of you, to hopefully put yourself out of your misery, your one angry young kid fucking pissed with the world and with good reason. However stop and look for a second, this is Earth, this is not a planet of simply pleasure, its also a place of pain and harm, without one there is not the other, remember sir this all began with a simple intruder who triggered of this tragic series of event. Mr Black you are the intruder in HCW, and you will trigger of a series of tragic event, its amazing how things have come full circle you have become what you originally hated the most”

Fear bangs his fist against the pane of glass

“Luther Black honestly thinks that he’s my executioner, if you only knew who the hell you was messing with, you think I’m scared of death, hell kid I’ve already got a headstone and had my funeral so for the many I’m already death. You don’t scare me, hell you don’t even intimidate me, but I feel sorry for you, so sorry that I’m going to kick the fucking shit out of you and I’m going to enjoy every inch of pain that you will suffer, and suffer you will. However the only person to blame with be your own mouth, you started the fire within, and that fire will burn you”




Fear opens his bright blue eyes

“This is not an one on one match, so I’m not completely focus on this Luther Black, this is a triple threat match including the Bristol Brawler. As I speak we have not heard a word from him, but that’s his choice, its his choice weather to broadcast his opinions. Either way I don’t give a damn what he has got to say, for this is the day that HCW will be introduced to a new kind of Fear, for this is the start of the journey, the journey of pain and agony, you better enjoy the ride cause its gonna get a bit bumpy.

















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