Breaking Chuck

by Guest January 22nd 2010, 2:27 pm

(The sun crests The Hill, like a fireball appearing from the darkness of the void that is the night sky. The fireball lights the clouds on fire, turning them different shades of yellow, orange, and red. The cleansing flames of a different dawn burn through the sky, promising a beautiful day to come.

Corey’s alarm goes off and he rolls over and shuts it off. He tries to climb out of bed but Megan catches his arm and pulls Corey back into the bed. Corey lets himself be pulled back down to the comfort of his bed and his wife. He lies down on his back and she snuggles up to him, laying her head gently on his chest. She used to be able to hear his heartbeat when she laid her head on his chest, but since he had cut it out and given it to her, the only sound she could hear in his chest was a strange sound coming from where his heart should be. It sounded like a fire as it consumes the fuel that feeds it. Megan didn’t care what sounds came from husband…she just loved him too much.

Corey smiles down at Megan’s peacefully sleeping form. The way her chest rose and fell and the way her blonde hair cascaded down her face like a waterfall…god he loved her. Corey slowly reached behind him and grabbed a pillow. He carefully began to slide out from under her head, replacing his chest with the pillow. He finally climbed out of bed and smiled as he turned and saw Megan wrap her arms around the pillow in a tight embrace.

Corey debated taking a shower before going to check on Carmine and Chuck…but he just shrugs. What was the point of a taking a shower when he was only going to be covered in blood before the end of the morning anyways? Corey walks over to his dresser and grabs a black “New Dawn” t-shirt and a ripped pair of jeans. Putting on his robes didn’t seem to make much sense for this occasion…he and Chuck had too much history. Corey throws on his clothes and gets his Timberland boots out of the closet and puts them on.

Corey quietly opens his door and slides out of his room, careful not to make too much noise and wake Megan. He thinking to himself as he went down the stairs and out the front door, towards the Temple of the New Dawn. Megan needed all the sleep and rest she could get before the baby was ready to be delivered. Corey thought about the birth of the Savior of Salvation and a smile spread across his face. At first he had been concerned with the prophecy that Brenton Cyrus’ son would rise and take over in Brenton’s stead as the leader of Salvation. But, as the months went on and Brenton became less and less involved with Salvation, Corey began to see what the prophecy really meant.

Brenton’s son would save Salvation…from the cold and uncaring grasp of his father. When Brenton was murdered Corey finally saw the opening he needed to make sure the true religion of Salvation survived and grew stronger. He originally planned to just protect Megan and the baby until the baby was born and then raise the baby to be just the Savior he was destined to be. But then again…he didn’t plan on falling in love with Megan either. Even the best laid plans are subject to change at the last minute and his plan was no exception. He truly fell head over heels for Megan and, for the first time in his life, he had given himself heart, body, and soul to another person.

Corey climbed the steps leading up to the Temple and pushed open the doors. He spun around and closed them as he entered the Temple. He then turned and began climbing the seemingly endless stairs that would bring him to the roof of the Temple…and the broken and bleeding Chuck Matthews.

Corey finally crests the stairs and pushes open the wooden door. Corey looks around, surprised that Carmine wasn’t still here torturing Chuck still. A sick smile spreads across Corey’s face as he sees Chuck lying face down in a pool of his own blood, his chest rising and falling as he weakly and painfully draws each breath. Corey looks down at the ground and sees an extension cord leading to an iron, which was lying on its side a few inches from the collapsed form of Chuck Matthews. Corey also notices a few of his tools were covered in blood…a sign of Carmine doing a good job.

Corey closes the wooden door behind him and reaches into his jeans pocket, pulling out a blood red key. Corey locks the door and puts the key back in his pocket. Corey walks over to the sleeping form of Chuck Matthews and surveys the damage inflicted on Chuck by Carmine.

A 2 inch gash has scabbed over on Chuck’s face and the top part of Chuck’s scalp is burned and the hair had been completely burned off…that would leave a nice little bald spot for the so called “sex icon” Corey thought. Corey notices several gashes and cuts on Chuck’s chest…although those were harder to notice since iron burns covered most of Chuck’s chest. It wasn’t until Corey’s eyes drifted lower that he saw the inside of Chuck’s legs were seared and his cock was sliced up. A shiver of fear shot down Corey’s spine…Carmine had certainly done his job well.

Corey walks over to the table he had set up in advance. Different and exotic blades and surgical tools were all laid out across the top of the table, along with a pair of handcuffs and Corey’s trusty razorblade-tipped Cat O’Nine Tails. The backless straightjacket was lying on the ground right by the table, still covered in Chuck’s blood from its last use.

Corey leans down and grabs the straightjacket and the roll of duct tape. He then approaches the sleeping form of Chuck Matthews. Corey kneels down, placing the straightjacket aside for a moment and ripping off a large length of duct tape. Corey reaches into his pocket and removes some surgical gloves…he would need them for this. Corey takes the duct tape and quickly and deftly covers Chuck’s cock and balls in two layers of duct tape. Chuck suddenly wakes up, screaming in pain as Corey pulls the duct tape across Chuck’s genitals)

Corey Casey
Good morning Chuck…I didn’t feel like looking at your bits and pieces first thing this morning so I decided to cover you up with whatever I happened to find lying around.

(Corey finishes duct taping Chuck’s junk up and he casts the duct tape aside. Corey grabs Chuck’s arms and forces them into the straightjacket. Chuck tries to fight Corey off but he was so weak from sleep deprivation, hunger, and thirst that he could only manage to produce a feeble attempt. Corey makes sure the straightjacket is on tight before reaching down and grabbing Chuck by the hair)

Corey Casey
I want to show you something Chuck…come with me won’t you?

(Corey drags Chuck to the ledge overlooking the still sleeping City of Salvation. The sun has risen a little higher in the sky, banishing the night and the darkness from the City’s streets. Corey forces Chuck to his knees, pulling back on Chuck’s hair so that he was forcibly looking out over the City as well)

Corey Casey
There is no point in trying to fight me off Chuck…you are clearly in no condition to do so.

(Chuck tries to spit some blood out, but he only manages to droll a small blood trickle down from the corners of his mouth. Corey reaches back and slaps Chuck across the back of the head)

Corey Casey
Look at my City Matthews! The people that live here believe in our cause…they follow me as their Lord until the Savior is born…they believe there is a chance that they can attain a new beginning…a New Dawn…for themselves!

(Chuck weakly laughs)

Chuck Matthews
You think Brenton knew you were bat shit crazy when he picked you to be his Prophet or do you think he is just finding this out now?

(Corey places his foot in the middle of Chuck’s back and let’s go of Chuck’s hair. Corey kicks Chuck down face first against the edge of the ledge. Chuck’s mouth smashes against the side of the Temple ledge, causing his face to begin bleeding again. Chuck had also been biting his tongue, expecting another slap as opposed to being kicked down face first...as a result Chuck bit through his tongue when his bottom jaw connected with the stone ledge. Corey’s smile widens when he sees blood begin pouring anew from Chuck. Suddenly, Corey gets an idea)

Corey Casey
You want to see how crazy I can be Matthews? Open your mouth…and bite the ledge

(Chuck’s eyes grow wide with fear as his brain processes Corey’s command. Corey suddenly unstraps his belt and raises it above his head)

Corey Casey
DO AS YOUR LORD COMMANDS YOU MATTHEWS!

(Corey brings the belt down across Chuck’s back, causing a sickening slapping sound to echo around the empty rooftop. Corey brings the belt back again and whips Chuck again. Chuck finally gives in, placing his top row of teeth against the ledge. Corey wastes no time and capitalizes on the moment. He brings his right leg up and then brings it smashing down on the back of Chuck’s head…effectively curb stomping Chuck. Chuck lets out a soul piercing scream of pain and spits out several teeth. Corey begins to laugh like a man possessed)

Corey Casey
Such is the price of failing to adhere to your Lord’s wishes Chuck

(Corey turns around and notices several shackles that had been bolted to the rooftop for just such an occasion. Corey loops his belt and leans down, placing the belt around Chuck’s neck. Corey pulls the belt tight, creating a leash around Chuck’s neck. Corey begins to drag Chuck towards the shackles in the center of the rooftop.

Chuck tries to climb to his knees and keep up with Corey’s pace…but his muscles were just too weak. Instead he just used what little strength he had left to grasp at the belt around his neck, trying to relieve the pressure around his windpipe. Corey pulls Chuck to the shackles and removes Chuck’s arms from the straightjacket…but he made sure to keep Chuck’s makeshift leash in place to maintain control of Chuck. Corey leans down and grabs the foot shackles. He then attaches the shackles to Chuck’s feet, making sure to lock them tight. He then shackled Chuck’s wrists as well. Only then did he remove the belt from Chuck’s throat, looping it back around his waist.

Corey makes sure Chuck is securely shackled before turning his back on Chuck. Corey walks to the table containing the torture tools. His eyes drift over the surgical scalpels and knives and his brain tries to select which tool to use. Corey tilts his head and calls over his shoulder)

Corey Casey
What do you think Chuck? 9-blade? Steak knife? Or is it time for you to see your old friend Mr. Cat O’Nine Tails?

(Corey’s eyes suddenly light up with a fanatical fire as his gaze comes to rest on what seems to be a short nightstick. Corey grabs the nightstick and turns around and begins walking back to the chained up Chuck Matthews)

Corey Casey
This is something I have been experimenting with recently Chuck…I feel like you would appreciate it…

(Chuck coughs up more blood and tries to curl into the fetal position on the cold stone…but his shackles are too tight to allow him to do anything more than hold himself up on his hands and knees)

Chuck Matthews
No…more…please…

(Corey lets out a maniacal laugh. He walks over until he is standing in front of Chuck. Corey squats down and takes the nightstick shaped object and lifts Chuck’s head until he is gazing into Chuck’s bloodshot eyes)

Corey Casey
This little baby isn’t a new invention though. It is simply a nightstick…

(Corey presses a small button on the nightstick and two small prongs jump out of the tip of the nightstick and connect with Chuck’s Adams apple. Chuck begins convulsing uncontrollably as electricity shoots through his entire body, causing his heart to tremor and beat irregularly. Just as suddenly as the electricity had started it stops. Chuck barely manages to see Corey standing over him, laughing fanatically. Corey places a hand over the space where his heart used to be and bows his head slightly in a gesture of mock apology)

Corey Casey
I’m sorry Chuck…I forgot to tell you one little thing. This baby can also double as a taser. Come to think of it…I probably should have mentioned that from the get go…

(Corey shrugs his shoulders and jabs Chuck with the nightstick taser again. Chuck begins to convulse and the prongs inflict small burn marks where they meet Chuck’s skin. Corey jabs Chuck several more times, making Chuck tremor and convulse each time.

Corey finally presses the button on the side of the nightstick again, making the prongs withdraw into the nightstick again)

Corey Casey
I think we have had quite enough fun with that little toy for the moment…

(Corey turns and notices that the sun is rising higher in the sky. He suddenly remembers that he promised Megan that he would help her pick out baby stuff for the Savior today. Corey walks over to the table and grabs a random scalpel from the line up. He then returns to the prone body of Chuck Matthews and forces Chuck to lie on his stomach. Corey leans down, holding up the scalpel. Chuck’s eyes are still shaking slightly and he doesn’t even seem to know what he is looking at anymore. Corey reaches back and slaps Chuck’s face again, forcing Chuck to look into Corey’s all white eyes…which are burning with an unreal fire)

Corey Casey
Luckily for you Chuck…I have other things to do today. It seems that time would be on your side…but that would be a false statement.

(Corey takes the scalpel and begins carving a drawing into Chuck’s stomach. As he carves up Chuck’s stomach he continues talking in a dangerously soft and threatening tone…ignoring Chuck’s screams of agony)

Corey Casey
No one is coming to save you Chuck. Nick got what he wanted when you signed the papers to allow him to marry Ashley…and if you were expecting Ashley to rally the troops and launch a raid of some sort on the City to save you…I would think twice about that. She is a Matthews…and as much as you deny it…there is one common thing that every Matthews believes in before everything else…and that is the survival and well being of themselves before anyone else. It’s almost sad that that fact which you have lived your life by will be your undoing…

(Corey finishes his drawing and he stands, looking down at his illustration. Right above Chuck’s bellybutton he had carved a flat line across Chuck’s entire stomach. A half circle lies in the middle of the line…like a sun rising up over the horizon. Corey had even taken the time to carve small lines coming out from the sun to indicate sunlight)

Corey Casey
May this rising sun remind you, forever, of me…and of the New Dawn. This will be with you for the rest of your life Chuck…

(A slight smirk appears on Corey’s face as he looks down at the bleeding and crying Chuck Matthews)

Corey Casey
Riddle me this Chuck: just how long do you think you have left?

(Corey turns and walks back to the door. He tosses the scalpel on the table top, making a mental note to have Sal send someone up here to collect and wash the tools. Corey reaches into his pocket and unlocks the door. He turns and casts one last look at the sobbing, bleeding, and broken Chuck Matthews as he fights to try and stay sane. His shackles clink and rattle every time he moves. Corey is about to walk away when he thinks twice. Leaving the door open, he walks over to Chuck and grabs the roll of duct tape. He wraps the roll a few times around Chuck’s head, making sure to cover Chuck’s mouth)

Corey Casey
We can’t be letting anyone know you are up here now can we? Don’t worry…Carmine and I will be back to play more later…count on it

(Corey rips the duct tape and makes sure the end is stuck firmly to the rest of the tape and is gripping Chuck’s hair firmly. Corey tosses the tape aside and walks briskly through the door, pulling it shut behind him. He locks the door up and begins the descent down the stairs. The smirk is still plastered all over his face. That wasn’t a bad way to start the day. The promo cuts to black)

The Match

Ultimate Glory is looming gentlemen and it seems that The New Dawn members are the only ones standing thus far…Which is just fine with me. Gone are the days when Brenton Cyrus and Chuck Matthews and Nick Ridicule would terrorize NLWF with never ending shoots and mind numbing riddles that no one actually gives a shit about. Gone are the days when the status quo was enforced at the whims of a self-obsessed “God.”

-The New Dawn has reached up and torn the old status quo to the ground-

Let me tell you Indy guys and the newest NLWF star Yoshiro Blood how this system works. In order to even put up a fight…one must make their voice heard. One must gather all their strength and courage and stand up and be counted. The saying “walk softly and carry a big stick” doesn’t apply here in NLWF gentlemen.

-Mostly because the guy who walks the loudest will take your big stick and beat you to death with it-

The fact that Apollos has yet to be heard from doesn’t really surprise me. I mean…the man lost his memory and had to be reminded about his career from a guy that supposedly hates him…or loves him…I’m not too sure any more. It’s so hard to understand what the hell Apollos is saying anymore that the real “x-factor” is what Apollos is actually saying and what the hell it has to do with anything.

-Every nice job Apollos!-

Apparently you didn’t really learn your lesson when I tried to teach you to stay out of my path the first time. We all know how that one ended…well…I know how it ended. I’m sure it gets a little fuzzy for you towards the end there…long story short: you bled a lot, I beat you like a red headed step child, and then I ended your career…if only for a brief period of time.

-This isn’t ASWA Apollos-

You can’t just suddenly decide to start declaring yourself the winner of whatever match you are involved in and then give yourself a title for no apparent reason. It’s kind of funny to observe actually…in ASWA you claim you are the man and reward yourself left and right. Yet…in NLWF you simply just don’t seem to measure up…see where I’m going with this?

-Sorry Apollos…it’s just too easy to rip on you-

Carmine…you have proven yourself time and again my friend. In a match where the rule book, essentially gets thrown out the window, I know that the New Dawn can stay united through the haze of battle…and believe me this battle royal…it will be a fucking battle. Write it down now…as soon as the smoke clears and the raging war dwindles down…there will be the New Dawn left standing victorious in the middle of the ring.

-So it is written…-

Wait…I’m not done yet. I feel like I’m forgetting someone…oh yeah that’s right. The man who has returned from the grave…and for the record I’m not talking about Death Angel…or Havoc…or any of the seemingly unlimited number of people that rise from the grave every other month to return to NLWF

-I’m talking about Brenton of course-

Brenton…it seems like I just keep taking things from you doesn’t it? I mean…I took Salvation and I made it better by bringing Salvation a New Dawn. I started dating Megan and then made our lives better by doing what you never did…I married her. And now I have taken the man that was once as close as a brother to you…Chuck Matthews. And guess what…by the time I am done with Chuck he is going to be improved somehow too…

-Provided I don’t accidently kill him of course-

I have taken just about everything you have done and made it better. Now…I know you are going to counter with your favorite line “well I was world champion for however many months and days so ha!” Well BC…I can’t really fight that one. Although I can become the first ever Dream Champion and win the battle royal and steal one more thing from you…

-The chance to headline War Games-

It’s no secret that you are dying to regain your world title…and that you think it would be made all the sweeter if you won it back on the pay per view that you made your debut on. Which means that it is going to be all the sweeter when I win the Dream title, win the battle royal, and go on to headline War Games and win back MY Heavyweight Title. And while I am doing all that…while I headline War Games and become the first ever Dream and World Heavyweight Champion…you will be forced to watch from the back like an ugly chick on prom night. So it is written…So it shall come to pass…Quoth the Lord…