The Anti-Christ Testimonials-On The Run

“I was granted an audience in the devils maze,
I sat by his throne and we talked for days,
He told me about his ancient battles with arch-angels,
He told me loneliness was the torture most painful,
He said if I filled my lifetime with sin,
I could earn myself a seat that was right by him,
And if I didn’t, that was fine by him,
Cos everyday a million souls just fly right in,
He could barely keep up with the souls of all the people,
It’s not easy being sole controller of all evil,
He said “Too many people want to burn with me,
I swear free wills a bitch and so’s eternity,
So what you learn from me might save you from suffering,
You don’t want to see the bowels of the earth rupturing,
Take a breath, suck it in, I got more to tell,
And time’s of no consequence when you’re in hell.”

~”An Audience with the Devil”: Hilltop Hoods

Location: Los Angeles, California
Date: Unknown

(Camera shows nothing but static, white and black snow that is seemingly without end….

All of a sudden the picture cuts in to show Corey Casey. He is holding the camera in his hands and is pointing it at an upward angle at his face. Corey is breathing heavily and his face is covered in dust and a little bit of blood. There are a few scratches and cuts on his face and his hair is covered in dust as well. Corey Casey is leaning against a large metal object, seemingly a large industrial fan, and a large city is spread out behind him)

Corey Casey
They came for me…I didn’t think they would…but…

(Corey suddenly jumps as the sound of a gunshot rings out. The camera quickly looks left and sees a group of men in jeans and black t-shirts pointing at Corey from an adjacent rooftop. Upon closer inspection you can see that the men’s black t-shirts are emblazoned with a blood red cross. One of the men walks to the edge of the adjacent building, a smirk on his face. The man suddenly yells at Corey

Sal Ramis
You can’t run and you can’t hide!

(Corey points the camera back at himself. His eyes are filled with a wild panic as he looks around)

Corey Casey
It’s not safe here…

(Corey hits the power button and the camera cuts to black)

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(The camera suddenly turns back on moments later. You can’t see anything…you can only hear the familiar voice of Corey Casey in the looming darkness)

Corey Casey
I didn’t think they would come for me…at least…not the way they did…

(Suddenly, there is a flare of light accompanied by a clicking sound. The warm glow of the single light bulb that is hanging from the ceiling barely illuminates the rest of the small dingy room. The only furniture in the room is a single old wooden chair that is directly under the light. Corey Casey sits in the chair, his head hung and his gaze cast at the wooden floor. His voice is laden with pain and exhaustion when he speaks)

Corey Casey
Alarms should have gone off in my head when I noticed the black cars following me…

“The Lord”
You are getting lazy…

(“The Lord” walks out from the shadows cast by the small light bulb. He walks over and stands behind Corey Casey. “The Lord” looks down at Corey, his dreadlocks falling down around his shoulders and neck)

“The Lord”
…or maybe the pills have finally dulled your senses…

(Corey doesn’t even lift his gaze, he just lets out a cold laugh)

Corey Casey
I’m as sharp as ever…as a matter of fact…

(Corey suddenly jumps to his feet and spins around. He grabs “The Lord” by the throat. A look of complete shock and surprise are etched into “The Lord’s” features. Corey’s eyes stare right through “The Lord”)

Corey Casey
…I haven’t felt this good in a long time

(“The Lord” claws at Corey’s hand, which is wrapped firmly around “The Lord’s” throat. Corey laughs again and squeeze with all his might, crushing the windpipe of “The Lord.” Corey suddenly hears a popping noise and “The Lord” suddenly disintegrates into thin air. Corey smiles and turns back around and faces the camera once more)

Corey Casey
I managed to find this camera as I was escaping from my hotel…and with it I shall spread my message and awaken the masses…

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The London Hotel
Los Angeles, California
Wednesday, June 23^rd
2010

(The black cars had followed them all the way from Salinas to LA. Corey turns around and stares out the back window of the limo for the 100^th time that trip, straining his eyes to try and see who was driving in the black town car…but the only thing he was able to see was the glare off of the car’s black hood. Corey turns around in his seat and lowers the barrier between himself and the driver)

Corey Casey
Are we there yet?

(As if to answer his question, the limo pulls up to the front of the London Hotel)

Driver
Yes sir

(Corey doesn’t bother waiting for the driver to open the door. Instead, he flings open the limo door and jogs up the steps and into the hotel lobby. Corey quickly opens the lobby doors and turns around to watch the two black town cars slowly drive by the front of the hotel. The passenger’s side window slowly rolls down…to reveal the wicked smile of Sal Ramis. Sal points at Corey and forms a gun shape with his fingers. He fires off an imaginary shot at Corey before the cars speed away.

Corey quickly crosses the lobby, the fire where his heart once was burning intensely. His head is constantly moving as he looks at every person in the lobby. His mind was racing, thinking every person was working for Salvation, every man woman and child was a potential assassin…)

“The Lord”
Run Forrest…run…

(Corey doesn’t even bother to look to his right where he knows “The Lord” was walking briskly beside him. He had to focus. He knew he had to get to his run, back his things…)

“The Lord”
And then what? What is the next step in your clever escape plan? You know how Salvation works on smash and grab missions…

(Corey snarls at “The Lord”)

Corey Casey
Die…

(Corey walks over to the elevators and is about to press the “up” button when he suddenly thinks better…)

Corey Casey
The elevator is a trap…

(It would be too easy for Salvation to trap him in the elevator, too easy for them to just cut the power and either bring it to whatever floor they wanted, pry it open, and take him…or…)

“The Lord”
To just cut the cables and watch you try and fly away while inside an elevator hahaha

(Corey quickly turns and walks over to a door labeled “stairs.” Corey begins running up the stairs, taking the stairs two at a time as he sprints up to his room. Corey eventually makes it to the top floor. He rests at the last landing, panting heavily as his chest heaves in and out, his body trying desperately to regulate his breathing. Corey feels his muscles scream out in protest as he stands, leaning against a railing to hold himself up straight…Suddenly, the fire alarm begins to blast out all around. Corey instantly stands up straight, a look on panic etched into his features…)

“The Lord”
Times up…

(Corey quickly kicks open the stairwell door and runs down the length of the hallway to his hotel room. He fights through the gallons of water that are being rained down from the sprinklers overhead and finds his door. Corey quickly grabs his hotel room key and swipes himself into his room. He runs inside and begins to scour his room for anything that would let Sal and his team know where he was headed…”The Lord’s” cold laugh cuts through the buzzing of the fire alarm)

“The Lord”
YOU don’t even know where you’re going! Nevermind Sal!

(Corey suddenly realizes he hadn’t thought of an escape plan…where would he go…Corey feels panic start to well up inside of him as his mind begins racing. He runs into his bedroom and grabs his cell phone and wallet. “The Lord” simply watches Corey run around like a chicken with his head cut off…)

“The Lord”
Pathetic…now…if this were me…

(Corey freezes when he hears “The Lord” speaking. Corey slowly turns around and looks at “The Lord”, a clever smile on his face)

Corey Casey
I…you…we were trained for this…

(“The Lord” shoots Corey a quizzical look. Corey sprints at “The Lord” and tackles him to the ground. Corey climbs on top of “The Lord” and begins raining blows down upon “The Lord”)

Corey Casey
For too long have you haunted my dreams! Too long have you terrorized my sanity! I am done with you!

(Corey picks up “The Lord” and smiles at the sight of “The Lord” nose…it was clearly broken…”The Lord” begins laughing as he looks at Corey, the blood flowing freely down his face as he stares into the blue eyes of Corey)

“The Lord”
You need me to survive!

(Corey laughs wickedly and “The Lord” suddenly feels a look of fear flash across his face…that was his laugh…)

Corey Casey
I don’t need you…I just need what’s in your…our…head…

(Corey closes his eyes, trying his best to drown out the sound of the fire alarm and the thought that Sal Ramis and his men could come bursting through his hotel room door at any second. Corey searches the deepest, darkest corners of his mind…probing deep into his brain for the memories of Salvation training that he had swore he would forget…)

“The Lord”
NO! FUCK YOU! YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!

(Corey’s concentration is broken by the sound of his hotel door being kicked in. Corey turns around and sees a group of three men dressed in black t-shirts and jeans come bursting through his door. Corey runs and jumps at the first guy through the door, delivering a crushing Anti-Christ Impact. The force of the spear sends the first guy barreling back out into the hallway, crashing into the other two guys. Corey quickly runs and jumps over the pile of bodies in the hallway…he looks around the hallway and closes his eyes for a split second, feeling “The Lord’s” training take over…)

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Present Moment

(A look of confusion spreads across Corey’s face as he struggles to remember just how he had escaped from the hotel)

Corey Casey
How did I escape?

(“The Lord” suddenly reappears, massaging his windpipe. He sneers at Corey)

“The Lord”
I got us out

(Corey looks at “The Lord” with a confused look on his face)

Corey Casey
But how? And why?

“The Lord”
We’re no good to anyone if we are dead. And how…that was the easiest part…

(“The Lord” points to Corey’s face. Corey slowly reaches up and feels the scratches and cuts)

“The Lord”
We jumped out of a window on the 6^th floor onto an adjacent rooftop

(Corey thinks for a moment, trying to wrack his brains for any sort of memory of the event)

Corey Casey
Once I gave up control…why didn’t you just tell Sal Ramis you were “The Lord” and rejoin Salvation?

“The Lord”
Simple…I knew I couldn’t harness you for long…the control you gave me was only temporary…but don’t you worry…you are still breaking at the seams…still crumbling into an ever weaker version of me…and I will have my revenge on you for betraying Salvation…betraying God

(Corey stares at “The Lord” for a moment…then, suddenly, he starts laughing. A little chuckle at first but then that turns into a full on hysterical laugh…”The Lord” feels the familiar fear take over as Corey stares at him)

Corey Casey
I betrayed Salvation?! Let me tell you…

(Corey turns his gaze back to the camera)

Corey Casey
…and you what Salvation really is all about! You see, the way Salvation works is a sham…a hoax…Brenton being God…is nothing but an elaborate lie. This is how it really works…first, they take you. The burlap sack is placed over your head and you are beaten mercilessly…in order for the new you to be made…the old you must be broken…

(At the mention of the burlap sack Corey closes his eyes, remembering the suffocating burlap as it nearly choked off his every breath…)

Corey Casey
Then…you are placed in a cell that is just big enough to allow you to squat down in. This cell has no toilet, no windows…and no sign of any sort of light. You are trapped in this cell…in the overwhelming darkness…alone. The only light you see comes twice a day through a small crack that the guard throws your meal through. You eventually forget there is an outside world…you forget the feeling of sunlight, the relationships you had with other human beings…you forget there is a world…all there is for you is the suffocating darkness…and the cell…

(A sick smile suddenly spreads across Corey’s face)

Corey Casey
You aren’t completely alone though…oh no…because there are rats too. The rats know when fresh meat has been brought into the cells. They wait until you are just about to collapse of exhaustion…and then they bite you. They take little bits of your flesh right off of your bones and eat it. They know that they will be fed…by either eating your meal…or eating your flesh…

So you have to adapt, you have to defend your life. After being in the dark for so long, your eyes begin to adjust…they begin to see the inside of the cell…know the feeling of the chipped metal walls…know the touch of the long scratch marks that were made by the panicked clawing of the ones that have come before you…

(The smile on Corey’s face falters as he is taken back to the confines of the cell in his mind…)

Corey Casey
You forget the world is real…there is only the darkness…and the rats…only the starvation is real…only the desperate loneliness is real…You begin to question yourself…”why has God turned his back on me? What have I done to deserve such a cruel fate?” You don’t cry…because there isn’t enough water in your body to produce tears. You go from feeling the crushing sense of fear and loneliness and panic…to a soulless, empty vessel…you don’t have feelings any more because they have been mercilessly slaughtered by the darkness…eaten like your flesh by the rats…

(Corey’s smile has completely melted off of his face as he thinks about the cell. The long nights spent in his own personal hell…)

Corey Casey
You eventually go insane in that cell. You talk to yourself, you tell yourself to keep up hope…that someone will come and rescue you…but, as the days and months wear on you realize…there is no hope. No one is coming for you because you are alone…there is only you and the voices that you now hear echoing around your skull…

(Corey’s gaze momentarily shifts from the camera to “The Lord” who is still rubbing his neck. “The Lord” gives Corey a dirty look but remains silent)

Corey Casey
But then…then comes the arrival. After you have been beaten…after you have been broken…after any hope you had left is consumed by the darkness…the door of the cell opens…the light floods into the cell and, instead of embracing it, you shy away…trying desperately to crawl back into the darkness. But, as your eyes grow accustomed to seeing once more…the first thing you see…is him…

“The Lord”
God almighty himself…

(Corey just shakes his head, a sad smile on his face)

Corey Casey
It is not a God you see…but the devil himself dressed in a God’s clothing. You turn your gaze to the cell door and see Brenton Cyrus standing over your huddled form, the light spilling down from all around him as he stands over you…seemingly from Heaven its self. The first thing Brenton does is extend his hand to you

“The Lord”
…the hand of “God” reaching down from the light to pull you from the darkness…

(Corey resists the urge to jump to his feet and beat the holy hell out of “The Lord”…instead Corey just laughs sadly…)

Corey Casey
Not the hand of God…the hand of a master manipulator…the hand of betrayal…the hand of the devil himself. You reach out and you take Brenton’s hand…thinking to yourself “he must be God come to save me from this nightmare…” but he isn’t God…he is the grim reaper come to harvest your soul. It isn’t until you are no longer a member of Salvation that you realize that you never truly escaped the cell on that day…as a member of Salvation Brenton just took you from a small cell and moved you to a bigger one…

(Corey raises his gaze, staring coldly into the camera)

Corey Casey
So it seems that the match that was supposed to happen at Simple Survival is now on for Revolution XXX…the final Revolution before NLWF closes it’s doors for good…Corey Casey vs. The man that “took him under his wing”…the man that “gave Corey everything he wanted and more”…the man that locked me away, brainwashed me, isolated me until all that I had left were the voices in my head and your empty promises of glory…Brenton Cyrus…

You know, I was all jacked up to face you at Simple Survival BC. I was set to go, ready to tear you limb from fucking limb. I was ready for our final showdown…for the student to finally rise up and destroy the corrupt and self-absorbed master. But instead, in typical Brenton Cyrus fashion, you decided to back down…decided to throw Matt Gray into the line of fire. By the way, how did you get Matt Gray and Chad Mason to sign on to your little Salvation re-boot adventure anyways? I already tried to make Matt Gray a heel, make him hated…but it didn’t really work out too well…

Cyrus…what happened man? You went from an unstoppable force, a fucking flood that washed away anyone that dared to stand in your path…but now look at you. Now you are a fucking disgrace to the once proud name of Brenton Cyrus. You have no shown three matches against Jason Hawk…hell, you eve laid down and willingly gave up the thing you once claimed meant more to you than breathing…the World title…

The mighty have seemingly fallen…and hit every single rung of the ladder on the way down…

And now that brings us back to the here and now. NLWF is closing down and Brenton Cyrus wants to hold all three major titles and taken them with him into oblivion. Well…I must say…that can not be allowed. Brenton, you blame Chuck and I for you “being forced to close NLWF down.” I say…you should look in the mirror if you are looking to blame anyone. You should look at the disgrace you have become before you start throwing stones. You should look into your own cold blue eyes and see that the once proud God has fallen down to his knees and is throwing in the towel like a pathetic crying little bitch.

Your days at the top of the heap are over Brenton. Your little lap wolf Matt Gray has been destroyed…twice at this point. Your little marionette Shane Bradley can only dance for so long before his tiny little wooden legs break and shatter and blow away with the wind…and believe me Shane, your day is coming…so who does that leave left Brenton?

That leaves me…and you. Bad Company will put an end to Salvation…an end to you Cyrus. We will decimate the remnants of the poison that is Salvation…we will destroy the mortal that claims he is God…

There is one point in time when I would have died for you, died for Salvation. It is only fitting that now…you and Salvation will die by my hand…

(Corey stands up and feels a weight inside his right front pocket. Corey quickly reaches down and realizes he still has his cell phone. He stares at the phone for a moment, feeling a sense of hope wash over him as he stares at the little device. Corey flips the phone open and looks at the battery…which is half gone…)

Corey Casey
Better make this count…

(Corey punches in a number and, after a few rings; he hears a familiar voicemail pick up)

“Hi, you’ve reached The Sex Icon himself. I’m a little…uh…busy…at the moment so leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I finish…”

(Corey hears a beep and takes a deep breath)

Corey Casey
Chuck…you’ve got to help me man…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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